Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything; specifically hints of torture, attempted Kinslaying
Chapter: 45
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'.
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"You set back your recovery for weeks, the healer said." Rog sat on the comfortable bed, leaning against the headboard beside the prone form of his fiancé.
"Worth it." Egalmoth chuckled weakly, half-asleep among the pillows stacked two high.
"Let's see if you still say that in two months when I still won't let you out of bed." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath chuckled as well, toying with some of the black hair. Most of the bandages had been put on again, just to be sure, aside from the one around the head - as he could see, at least - so he could see both eyes again.
"Pretty certain we still need four months before we can marry, my love, not two." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch innocently pointed out, laughing softly at the blush shooting up the smith's face.
"Egal!"
"Assuming we don't need to restart the year since you had to get me a new ring. Does that count as starting a new year of courtship, you think?"
"Egalmoth, that is not what I meant and you know it!" He flipped one pillow forward, briefly covering his lover's face before pulling it aside. "And then you complain about me!" Still, he was laughing himself as well, afloat in joy at the ease in the other's being.
"It's precisely because of you that I pointed it out." The black-haired Lord of Gondolin used his healthier arm to push the pillow away fully from him, eyes sparkling in amusement. "Before you get any ideas for while I am trapped in bed."
"I'm going to abduct you to my tribe for our wedding, if you go on like this." Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss on the pale forehead. "But rest now, my love. I will see about getting Eärendil to come by to get us back to New Gondolin soon."
"One more thing before you leave." The other obediently squirmed back into the pillows, tucking himself between their softness. "My family has finally consented to joining my House. Can you arrange things with Turgon? This might be beyond my father's common sense-level of skills."
"Of course, it will be as you wish. After all, they will be part of my House as well." The white-haired Lord of the Gondolindrim inclined his head with a fond smile. "I will see it done."
"Heh... wonder how Mouse will handle having all these grandparents all of a sudden?"
"I suppose we have all the time in the World to figure it out."
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Two days later, the Lords of New Gondolin headed back to their city, and in Valmar, a small family-home was let for sale. It would just a few days later be sold to a young couple, the youngest child - and their spouse - of one of Egalmoth's many honorary 'aunts'. As they wanted to start a family of their own, he magnanimously returned the payment to them. In honour of that, they pledged to name their first child after him. He demurred.
"As long as they don't call it 'Egalion' or something." His fiancé snorted when they heard that tidbit from Sanasiel, who had just returned from Valmar.
"It's still early enough in our relationship that I can decide on an embarrasing nickname." Egalmoth muttered darkly, resting on the lounge that had been dragged onto his private balcony. "Something completely antithetical to your 'demon' monicker... Dove, perhaps?"
"You wouldn't dare." The smith countered with an evil glare.
"What?" The wounded Lord blinked innocently at his lover. "Considering my family-nickname is Raven, it'd fit." He reached over, curling a free bit of white hair around his finger. "Partner-nicknames?"