A/n: This is mostly for fun as well as me testing a character for my own original works I am thinking about.
Hope you enjoy. 

Maedhros winced as he was thrown to the stone floor. He glanced up at the throne where Melkor sat with hatred. Melkor chuckled and asked, "Do you really think I would have given you the Silmarils? What a fool you are." 

Maedhros replied with spitting by his feet. Melkor glared and Mairon who stood behind Maedhros grabbed a fistful of red hair and slammed Maedhros's head into the floor. The elf cried out in pain and curled up a bit as Mairon dropped him to the floor. "Mairon. Perhaps you should teach this elf some respect," Melkor said. 

Mairon smirked and bowed a bit, "with pleasure my lord." He said. He grabbed Maedhros but when he turned the door opened and two orcs came in leading an elf who walked calmly with his held high. The elf's clothes wore torn and dirty. He also had a big gash on the side of his head. 

"My lords we found this elf trespassing and he causing us a bit of trouble," One of the orcs said. 

"For the record it was you who tried to cut off my head first," The elf said causally looking at the chains that bound his hands. "I just defended myself since I have a stick no decapitation policy I would like to try to stick too." 

"Silence!" One of the orcs barked and hit the elf in the back of his head. 

"Rude," He said moving his head a bit. 

"Just kill him," Melkor said with a wave of his hand. 

One of the orcs nodded and raised his sword up. The elf just looked up as the sword was raised high in the air. The sword was swung down yet it was met with a loud clash as the elf was holding up the chain's of the bonds. With a twins the chains shattered and the elf jumped back. 

"Impressive," Mairon said. 

"I have tried for quiet a bit of time," The elf replied as he finished removing the bonds. He then straightened up and looked at the orc who charged at him again. He just side stepped them and when the orc went to swing again he just moved back out of the way of the swing. 

"Mairon, just kill him already and then see if you can teach the other elf some manners." Melkor said leaning back in his chair. 

"So you are a coward then," The elf said. 

"What?" Melkor said in a low voice. 

"If one wants to prove themselves a true warrior as well as a leader they shouldn't need to have to order the ones around them to do tasks as these. I have found those who do are normally cowards and fools." The elf replied. 

Melkor stood up grabbing his mace and walked over. "You'll wish you hadn't said that." He growled. 

The elf stood there staring unblinking at him and once Melkor swung his mace he moved back quickly. Yet the force of the wind was able to make a small cut on his cheek. He reached up and looked at the few droplets of blood on his hand. 

"Well. That hasn't happened in sometime," The elf said a bit surprised. "Guess I should take this a bit seriously then. Nightfall." With the last word of his sentence a sword materialized in his hand. Yet, the sword remained in its scabbard as he held it out ready to attack. 

Marion and Maedhros who just where just watching this just stared on in surprise. They both wondered how the sword was just there. Yet, Melkor who still was angry about what the elf called him didn't possessed it fully and charged forward. The mace slammed into the sword as the elf moved it do defend himself. The scabbard cracked slightly at the presser of the blow but did work to defend himself. 

"Seems like you are the coward now, afraid to take out your sword?" Melkor asked. 

"Trust me. You do not want me to draw my sword," He replied. He moved the sword outward moving the mace back. He took one stepped forward and with a quick movement his weapon the mace went flying and landed a few feet away. Maedhros's jaw dropped and Mairon's eyebrow's raised quickly as they watched watched went flying. They looked back at Melkor and the other elf in confusion. 

Melkor stood in shock and just stared at his empty hands. "How...what...who are you?" He asked looking at the elf who was calmly placing the sword back by his side. 

"I am Aithlin," He said. "I am just a simple swordsman," 

"Simple? You just disarmed the most powerful Valar," Mairon said sounding a bit impressed. "Yet he's not that skilled in taking down an opponent." 

Mairon's hand turned a bright red and ran forward. Aithlin moved to the side as Mairon moved past him. He pulled off his sword again but still didn't draw it. He just held it ready and raised it up as Mairon's hand crashed into it. He moved back as Mairon pushed forward and he could tell the scabbard wasn't dealing with the heat well. 

Aithlin let out a breath and moved back a bit. He looked between Melkor and Mairon. He looked around and then relaxed his shoulders. Maedhros saw Aithlin moved but besides a bucket being thrown at Mairon he just saw a lot of smoke. When it all settled Aithlin was holding his arm and Mairon and Melkor were laying on the floor unconscious. Aithlin was still holding his sword which was still covered by the ruined scabbard.  

"How?" Meadhros asked standing up slowly. 

"There was a bucket of water over there, he was using a form of fire or heating magic. Well, water makes steam and I figured that they don't know how to fight if they can't see." Aithlin said as he came over and broke the chains with the hilt to his sword. 

"That was very quick thinking," Maedhros said rubbing his bruised wrists. 

"Indeed," Aithlin said. "I also guess we should be going since guards will most likely becoming here soon." 

Maedhros nodded yet when he took a step he staggered. He already had been here for the better part of a year and it had taken a toll on his body. Aithlin looked at him and stepped back offering him an arm to lean on too. Maedhros took it and they moved out of the door. "Perhaps before we go we get you patched up a bit." Aithlin suggested. 

"No. We need to get out of this place as soon as we can," Maedhros urged. 

"You will not be getting far in this state even with my help." Aithlin said. "From what I saw their guards do not think clearly and very basically. They will be thinking we are heading for an escape so they'll block and stay near the exists leaving the rest of this fortress alone. Besides those two will be out quite a bit so we have the time to stop and take care of our wounds." 

Maedhros was about to argue but he was right. The orcs would be going to the exists and wouldn't expect them to stay inside Angband. He sighed heavily and gave a short nod. "Alright. What will be the plan to escape then?" He asked. 

"It depends on how we want to get out." Aithlin said. "After we take care of our wounds we have two options. One of the exists or finding a place low enough to climb out, I am sure we can find a rope or chain that'll be long enough somewhere around here." 

Maedhros looked at him in slight surprises. He wasn't used to anyone being calm and think clearly in situations such as these. Also, he still was shock over the fact this elf could beat a Valar. When it was stated that no one other then an Ainur could fight him. "Yes?" Aithlin asked after some time of Maedhros looking at him in surprise. 

"I am sorry. I am not used to anyone acting like you in situations like this," Maedhros replied. "I am also surprised how you took on a Valar and won." 

"I won, yes. However, my arm is in pain from where he hit me and he did nearly snap my scabbard in two. I only won for two reasons one is I had a very good teacher who taught me to fight an opponent that clearly is stronger then you. The other reason is he underestimated me as well he thought I would go at him with everything I had." Aithlin explained as he led them both into a small room that was out of the way. He let Maedhros sit down before he closed the door and moved a chair in front of it. 

"There we go," He said before he turned around and bent down next to Maedhros. "Now. Let's take care of your wounds." 

"Wait. What about yours?" Maedhros asked. 

"Just a scratch on my cheek and a small bruise on my arm. I'll live but your wounds are much worse." He said as he tore the edges of his clothes to wrap them around Maedhros's wounds. Maedhros let out a breath and sat back as Aithlin bandaged his wounds. This elf was strange well strange compared to his family. Yet, the strangest thing about them was their clear thinking about battles, war, and fighting. Also, it was clear he is well trained which brought up the question of why he never drew his sword. 

"May I know your name?" Aithlin asked as he worked breaking Maedhros's thoughts. Maedhros blinked and looked at the elf who sat before him. 

"Maedhros," He replied. 

"An honor, as you heard I am Aithlin." Aithlin replied with a bow of his head. He then finished up with the bandages on Maedhros's wounds. He then turned to his own wounds and wrapped the bandages around his arms. 

"Can I ask you something?" Maedhros asked sitting back. 

"Go ahead," Aithlin said. 

"Why didn't you draw your sword? It's clear you can use it," He said. Aithlin gave a small sigh and sat back placing his hand on his weapon's hilt. 

"This sword is very powerful. Yet, I do not draw it because of it's power. I do not draw it since if I do it means whoever I am facing I intend to kill. I only kill if that's the only solution." Aithlin said. "I would rather not kill but I do understand there are times when there is no other option." 

"You should have killed him...both of them. They are monsters who destroy and kill without thought," Maedhros said. 

"Perhaps I should have then...yet I do not know much of this world. You see, I am from another world and to make a long story short. I am trapped here, well until I find a way home or one of my friends finds a way to come and get me." Aithlin said as he relaxed against the wall. 

Maedhros just stared at him in response, his brain possessing everything and once it did...he fainted. 

A/n: Really hoped you enjoyed this bit of craziness. Also, warning to all I have made the mistake of re-watching The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings. So, doing this has made my brain burst with ideas of so many different things whether it be part of The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings, or the Silmarillion. 

So, ready yourself for a bunch of ideas coming up. 
some of them are strange and random.
...brace yourself. 
Well. Have a good night (or morning).

Bye. *waves*