nacroy:

I like to think that Sauron, when he was bored, used to strip and stroll around Angbnd stark naked, with a sword/mace/bow/whatever weapon was near him, in hand, and kill whomever dared to look at him (except Melkor ofc). Sometimes he would walk around the slaves and orcs and bother them just to see them struggle to not look at him, and always when he was doing that the whole stronghold was like 

askcaranthir:

During the Music, they had been ignited by the Imperishable Flame. They were divine embers, twirling in the newly formed Air until their sparks met and were fanned into a roaring desire. Whenever Mairon could slip away from the forge, he would meet her under the branches of Laurelin. Their coupling was masked by the eclipsing glow of the Tree. It was all they had; brief interludes between the ever-growing responsibilities of the Maiar. 

It was on this affair that Mairon, now Sauron would always allow his mind to drift for peace after Melkor’s designs had sundered all Arda had held dear. He would never forget what the Vala had done to his kindred Flame. While his mind was drifting, it was also plotting. Plotting to repay Morgoth for his forced ravishing tenfold. He wouldn’t be called “Master” for much longer.

//Thought about it for a moment…hope you like the AU drabble. XD