Leave a Light On (Talk Away the Dark) by AdmirableMonster
Fanwork Notes
Triple drabble from instadrabbling in Nov 2026, written for the unquote "… the delight and pride of Aulë is in the deed of baking, and in the thing made"
The instadrabbling prompts I used were:
♥ many, path, days, lost
♥ Leave a Light On (Talk Away the Dark) — Papa Roach
The name "Maldorë" means "golden grain" and is from chestnut_pod's Elvish name list. It's not the amilessë I usually give Tyelpë; I chose it for this AU.
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Summary:
At the Darkening, Sauron waits in Aulë's kitchens for his lover.
Major Characters: Sauron, Celebrimbor
Major Relationships: Celebrimbor/Sauron
Genre: Alternate Universe
Challenges: Unquote
Rating: General
Warnings:
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 306 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is a work in progress.
Leave a Light On (Talk Away the Dark)
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Darkness had fallen across Valinor. Shadows like the many that had held sway before the planting of the Trees crawled across the land. The Valar had gathered for an emergency council.
Mairon stood at the door of Aulë’s great kitchens with a lantern clutched tight beneath his hands. All the great ovens were lit, and the warm orange glow seemed stronger than ever in the face of the dark. The fires had been feeble beneath the Treelight, almost insubstantial, as if part of some great sweet dream, now lost.
Footsteps sounded along the path up, and Mairon raised his lantern with a breath of anticipation. If this was who he thought—but it had been days since the Darkening—
It was. Maldorë Tyelperinquar, the eldest grandchild of Fëanáro Curufinwë. “Tyelpë!”
“Mairon!”
He was out of breath, and there was a fading bruise along one cheek, but he was alive. Mairon wrapped him up in a hug, pressing his face into his neck and breathing in the scent of his sweat.
“I’m all right,” Tyelpë said, voice muffled. “Thank the Valar that you are as well.”
“The Valar,” Mairon mumbled. As if they had done anything—he wrapped his arm around Tyelpë’s shoulders and drew him inside. “Come in out of the dark.” It wasn’t fair to be angry with Aulë, he told himself, but he could not get past the feeling that none of this should have happened. Years ago, the shadow had stolen his best friend, and what had Yavanna done?
It was her choice.
Fuck that. He sobbed once and held onto Tyelpë like a lifeline.
They went into the kitchens, shutting the heavy stone door. The bright glow of the fire shone out steadily. For now, they were safe; the fires would keep the dark at bay.
