||Fic is a gift for misbehavingmaiar, whose Sauron is featured herein. Sauron/Langon PWP, basically. XD
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Sauron’s Visitor
The air was heavy with heat and the scents of molten metals and fire. The steady beat of a hammer rang out, making sparks fly as Sauron worked, muscles bunching with each swing. He knew his work and he knew his forge as parts of himself, extensions of his own nature.
So well did he know them that a change in the air was swiftly apparent, a new presence obvious in the way it changed, ever so slightly, the energy of the room.
It is a joyous day, my friends, when I receive the gift of beautiful forge porn to brighten my evenings with HOT BANGIN SMITH-ON-HERALD-ACTION, BOOYAH m/_ _m/
but really Sauron, quickies in the forge? tsk tsk what would Aulë say
