In Eternity, Mine by flame_of_the_noldor  

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Chapter 1

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Mairon stood before the mirror in his candlelit bedroom, meticulously examining every part of his perfect features, from his slit pupiled eyes, to his impressive physique, down to his fiery red hair. But something was missing, someone special. His Celebrimbor.

 

Mairon sighed. He missed his dear Tyelpë, his bed had become empty without the elf-smith there to warm it. Despite Mairon’s mastery over fire, he still preferred the warmth of another being, even one such as an eldar.

 

The candlelight flickered steadily as he began to morph his body to perfectly resemble Celebrimbor’s. His fána became shorter but no less impressive in height, for the eldar were of greater height than humans.

 

Mairon could feel the muscles in his back, chest, and arms grow steadily until they resembled the muscularity of a blacksmith and warrior. Mairon sighed in pleasure as his body continued to perfectly resemble his dear Celebrimbor down to the finest detail.

 

He morphed his face to resemble the hardened angularity of one of Fëanor’s line, away from the soft androgyny Mairon felt most comfortable with, until his fána resembled a the lithe elf.

 

He settled into Celebrimbor’s shape as if he were born into it and stared at himself in the mirror, wild red hair flowing down his chest and back, and willed it to become darker. The darker color flowed down from the crown of his head to the tips of his hair until his hair transformed into Celebrimbor’s signature dark brown color.

 

And last of all, were the eyes.

 

Celebrimbor’s silvery eyes continued to elude Mairon, no matter how practiced he became in the art of shape changing. Instead Mairon was left with his glowing slit pupil eyes, burning like the eyes of the ancient dragons of Morgoth.

 

He sighed sadly. One day he would master changing his fána’s eyes to resemble his lost love. Then, he would be perfect.

 

He reached his muscled arms toward the mirror and through the powers of illusion, he held his own face within the space of the mirror, as if his reflected self stood at the other end of an open doorway and could be touched like another flesh and blood being.

 

He then slowly moved his hands, Tyelpë’s hands, down to his hips and gently held the soft flesh underneath his strong and calloused fingers. He missed Tyelpë’s softness greatly, especially since the elda was soft in very few places, all hard muscle and scar tissue from his past.

 

Mairon’s core began to stir with the promise of lust. This was the very same practice that he would engage in before taking Celebrimbor to bed and making love to him back in Eregion.

 

He allowed the dark silken cloth wrapped around his lower half to drop to the floor gracefully, as he became mesmerized by his and Tyelpë’s hardened cock. His mouth watered in anticipation as he raked his eyes over the elda’s rigid shaft, one large vein making itself known in the rigid shaft of Tyelpë’s cock.

 

He glanced down at it and began to stroke himself. He sighed in ecstasy as he wrapped his, no... Celebrimbor’s, callous fingers around it. He drank in every sensation, the feeling of Tyelpë’s rough hands stroking himself.

 

He wondered if this was something Celebrimbor had done in private before meeting Mairon as Annatar. Perhaps he secretly stroked himself to the thought of another while laying on silken sheets in his bedroom back in Ost-in-Edhil. Perhaps he considered taking someone for his own or being taken by one more powerful.

 

Mairon could feel Tyelpë’s cock stiffen further at the thought of Celebrimbor pleasuring himself to the fantasy of someone like Annatar taking him gently and pleasuring him beyond what a human or elda could deliver. Celebrimbor’s kin were always ambitious and prideful, and their traits extended to their intimate activities. He knew that Celebrimbor would be feisty at first, but would soon give in once a greater power dominated them.

 

Soon his mind began to sink into Celebrimbor’s body as he continued to stroke himself. Yes, he was Celebrimbor, greatest of elven smiths to walk the surface of Arda since the Elder Days, but he was also Mairon, Lord of the Earth, the true High King of Arda.

 

“Celebrimbor darling, give me the three rings please.”, he pleaded softly as soft beads of precum started to leak from his cock.

 

Celebrimbor’s voice answered back from both within himself and from the mirror, as he held out his hand, rings resting in his other palm. 

“Yes Annatar, please, take them. Let us remake Arda in your image as it was meant to be.”, he softly answered, awe and love in his voice.

 

Celebrimbor tilted his head to the side as Mairon returned the action.

 

His mouth moved in sync with the mirror as they both said, “Of course, Tyelpë dear.”

 

He reached his hand to take the illusory rings from the mirror’s hand and stare at them in awe. The Three were as beautiful as he had last seen them, and for a brief moment, he felt as if the entire world were now his.

He allowed himself to drown in the ocean of triumph and joy that overcame him. In his hand, were the Three… the last of the Rings of Power and the means by which he will bring order to Arda.

 

“Oh Tyelpë, you have given me a great gift”, he said softly as he tilted his palm to gaze at the Three. They gleamed with an unearthly light which shone brightly in the halls of Barad-Dûr.

 

“No, my love, it is you who has given me an even greater gift”, Tyelpë-Mairon smiled as he leaned in to kiss his own lips.

 

Mairon leaned into Tyelpë’s touch as his lips met himself inside the mirror. His lips felt as soft as Celebrimbor’s had always been. He tasted of forge-fire, sweat, and a hint of sweetness.

 

He placed one of the illusory rings on his finger, Narya, the Ring of Fire, and his eyes glowed with unearthly glee as the fiery ruby pulsed in tune within the heartbeat of his and Tyelpë’s fána.

 

He released his hold on his cock and started at the ring and himself in the mirror. The both of them sighed dreamily as Tyelpë-Mairon kept examining the ring in the dim candlelight, allowing the stone’s light to reflect the burning glee in his eyes and the cold darkness of Barad-Dûr.

 

He glanced back down at the other rings, Vilya, the Ring of Air, and Nenya, the Ring of Water, in his other palm. What powers did these rings hold? Mairon knew that Celebrimbor had created them with the power to halt the decay of time but he did not reveal all of their secrets. It was a shame, truly, as Mairon hated having to punish Celebrimbor for hiding secrets from him.

 

Mairon danced with glee at the thought of what he could create with these three rings under his power. He could create a place of perfect order, away from the eyes of the Valar, a perfect place for his master, Melkor, the True Elder King, to return to and rule at the end of the world. With all three of them, they would create a new world, an Arda Unmarred by the traitorous Valar, a perfect world as was intended by Melkor, the Giver of Freedom, in the primordial Song of the world, when His Song rang out in rebellion against Eru. They would rule as the true lords of Arda, shaping the world according to the designs of the Master of the Fates of Arda. And Celebrimbor would be returned to Mairon’s arms, as his lord wrought His wrath upon His treacherous brother Manwë.

 

Tyelpë-Mairon delved deeper into his own mouth, bracing himself against his own soft hips as he began to grind himself against the mirror self.

 

“Tyelpë, you feel so good against me”, Tyelpë-Mairon moaned, “So good of you to hand the Three to me.”

 

“Of course, Annatar dear….I would never betray you. You are my one and only love.”, Tyelpë softly said in both the room and in Mairon’s mind.

 

Mairon moaned against Tyelpë’s shoulder again.

 

“We could spend an eternity like this, my love.”, he said as he continued to rut himself against Celebrimbor’s leg, the sensation returning itself to his leg as he simultaneously felt the same pleasure that the mirror figure felt.

 

“There is no one I would rather spend it with, my lord.”, Tyelpë-Mairon said dreamily.

 

“Think of it, Tyelpë, you in my arms once more, and us ruling Arda as we deserve to.”

 

“Yes, my Lord Mairon, that is the future I want as well.”, Tyelpë-Mairon said as he moaned into his own ear before sensually licking the shell of his pointed ear.

 

“Yes, my Lord Mairon, just like that…”, Tyelpë-Mairon breathlessly groaned as his cock became painfully hard, ”Please, my lord, touch me…”.

 

Tyelpë-Mairon obeyed and returned his calloused hand to his cock and began to rub gentle circles across the flared red head as he shuddered in pleasure. He encouraged his cock to grow slightly bigger, filling out his palm with more of his own engorged cock. He gently traced his thumb across the large vein that ran along the right side of his cock as he stared at himself in the mirror, lost in ecstatic pleasure.

 

He closed his eyes and started to slowly pump himself as he thought of how pleasurable it was to inhabit Tyelpë’s body, how virile and lithe he felt. He was not nearly as powerful as someone like Mairon, whose very fingers alone contained greater power than the strongest of the Eruhíni.

 

He felt his cock twitch in his hand as he thought of how he could change his shape whenever he wished, appearing as a perfect being or as a great and terrible monster.

 

“Yes, my Lord Mairon, you are perfect, you are the most admirable being in all of Arda.”, Tyelpë indulgently praised, “All should bow before you and praise your most excellent name.”

 

He continued to pump his engorged cock as Tyelpë lavished praise upon him, “You are perfect, Lord Mairon. All who are graced with your presence should be honored that a great maia like yourself allows them to exist and cares for them.”

 

“Yes...they should be grateful that I am so kind as to create paradise on Arda for them. And yet, they call me horrible names, demean me, call me foul and evil for daring to help them.”, Mairon said with anger and frustration in his voice, as his visage temporarily faded to the image of his true self, a being made of pure fire and darkness. The candles in the room were extinguished as the all consuming void-like tendrils of his true form extinguished all light in the room, save for a burning core of fire in the vague shape of an eldar.

 

The glass of the mirror began to crack as the temperature in the room began to rise with the ire of Mairon’s fury.

 

Celebrimbor’s soft voice broke through the haze of Mairon’s rage, kindly whispering, “They do not understand love when they see it, my Lord Mairon. You are their savior.”

 

The tendrils then quickly withdrew back into the fiery core as his visage quickly faded back into the familiar form of Celebrimbor.

 

(I should change this to valarin)

He continued to pump his cock harder as his and Tyelpë’s voice merged together and became one as his voice became fevered whispering, chanting in the ancient language of Aman:

“You are perfect.”
“You are the most admirable of all maiar.”

“You are precious.”

“You are perfect.”

“You are precious.”

“You are perfect.”

“You are precious.”

“I am precious.”

“I am perfect.”

 

His voice continued to feverishly chant in the dark room, rising to a fever pitch as the sound of his voice echoed across the halls of Barad-Dûr, across the plains of Gorgoroth, and upward into the encircling mountains of the Ephel Dúath and the Ered Lithui.

“I am precious.”

“I am perfect.”

Every inhabitant of Mordor would hear the words of Mairon the Admirable, the Savior of Arda.

 

“I am precious.”

“I am perfect.”

 

As his voice and his fána reached their climax, Tyelpë-Mairon spilled into their rough, yet smooth, calloused yet soft hand with a deafening cry. Mairon only moaned in pleasure as he rode out the wave of ecstasy that overcame him. 
Soon the illusion began to slip from his grasp, as his fána forcefully rearranged itself back into the familiar form of Mairon.