Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything; specifically hints of torture, attempted Kinslaying
Chapter: Prologue
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate and/or mynameisjessejk, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Set in the Otter(less) Mayhem Universe of abovementioned mynameisjessejk on AO3. Can be considered an alternate happening to 'The Arching Fall of the Hammer', mostly because the plotbunny is not leaving me alone and I do not want to combine them because people might die of stress (in story) D: In this story, there's no collapsing road, and it is set after Rog & Egalmoth have gotten together through 'raising a kid together'-shenanigans instead of 'nearly dying in river'-shenanigans and Rog's looking for his family before their wedding.
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He had found his old family, and was currently making plans with them to getting them to New Gondolin to visit his new family. He'd probably only admit to Egalmoth exactly how happy and excited he was, though his mothers could no doubt tell. Clearly the fact that they had not seen him for more or less three whole Ages had done nothing to curb their motherly intuition.
"Err..." His mother was reteaching him the basketweaving that was a staple product of their tribe when a youngster - daughter of his former lover, who had found someone in his second life - peeked in, looking quite nervous. "There's a visitor here..." She looked over her shoulder and slipped inside the building fully. "Says he's looking for a friend of his who was searching around here for his kin... He describes Nimarnon quite accurately, but I don't know..."
Rog's eyes narrowed at that. His friends in New Gondolin had given him until the beginning of Summer before they'd send out anyone to look for him. He was pretty certain it was just getting to the middle of Spring, unless he really lost track of time. "How do they look? What did they say?"
"Said it was urgent." She shrugged lightly. "Looks like a Vanyar... all golden hair and things."
Glorfindel!? He put aside the weaving carefully, hoping it would not undo all his hard work and headed over to the doorframe. Pushing aside the leather, he started. "Glorfindel!?" It was indeed the only Vanya Lord of Gondolin, dusty on top of Asfaloth.
"Rog!" The Lord of the Golden Flower dismounted quickly. "Thank the Powers, I've been searching for days!"
Oh... oh, this could not be good. "In here." He gestured into the hut, hoping his mother would not mind too much. "Limi, can you show Asfaloth - the horse - to some water and get him some fruit?" The poor steed looked as exhausted as his rider looked dusty. It had taken the white-haired Lord almost two weeks to get here from New Gondolin, so for Glorfindel to have come here in days while having to search for the right place... Thankfully, the brown-haired elf obediently stepped up to the horse, who followed her gratefully.
"This is not some innocent matter." Marilla put aside her own weaving, face turned roughly in their direction. In her eyes, there was the brief spark they always seemed to have when she was communing in her primary bond with her partner.
"My mother, Marilla, chieftess of the tribe. Glorfindel, one of my friends in Gondolin." He introduced them to oneanother, leading Glorfindel to a seat beside the pale female and heading for something to drink.
"Well met, My Lady, and my sincere apologies for barging in like this." The golden boy gratefully accepted the drink. "But yes, it is not innocent, far from."
"Something happened in Gondolin, I assume?" He sat down as well.
"Oh yes..." The other male took a deep breath, then sighed. "I have no way to say this kindly, so I won't even try. There was an attack... on Egalmoth and Tinnuion a little less than a week ago."
"Attack?" Rog sat up straighter as he echoed his friend. "I feel the fact that you needed to come here and tell me, means it was not an animal or something." He almost hoped it was an animal of some kind, because they were rather short on other options... No orcs... no Men... Only...
"It was not." Glorfindel could not meet his eyes. "Some elves, Noldor from the looks of them from what Tinnu told us. They... they took Egalmoth, abducted him into the wilds..." He cringed. "And nearly succeeded in killing Tinnuion. He's well again, last I knew!" He added quickly at the murderous look in the smith's eyes.
"Intentionally?" The female of the three demanded softly, danger brimming under her words. "Did they intentionally try and become Kinslayers?" Power seeped into her words, trembling the air around them.
"I am afraid, yes." Glorfindel leaned back instinctively when Rog surged to his feet and some of the plantlife lashed out around them. The hut-walls were living trees, planted and Sung into shape, which he learned when several of them grew new branches that were sharp enough to double as stakes.
"They. Tried. To. Kill. My. Son!?" The Avari Lord of the Gondolindrim snarled in a rage. "And took my fiancé!? What the hell do we have Tuor for!? What. Was he just too busy swimming in a fountain to do the little bit of his job he needs to do these days!?"
"They threatened Egalmoth's life in their escape. The guards were not going to risk finding out if they'd actually do it. Turgon send out riders to find you soon after that, so for all I know, they've already been found and captured by now." The Vanya was smart enough to know that trying to actually calm down his fellow Lord was an exercise in futility. "I haven't exactly been in touch with anyone of the city since I left five days ago to find you."