Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything; specifically hints of torture, attempted Kinslaying

Chapter: 46

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 sure?" Rog offered his arm.

"That's really just something you will ask frequently, isn't it?" Egalmoth linked his through it, leaning on his fiancé. Now, two weeks after the trails in Valmar, and 10 days after all those had been shipped - sometimes literally - to their places of punishment, he was trying to walk.

For now, it was a short walk from his bed to the carriage waiting in his courtyard, to ferry him and his kin to the nearby river for relaxation.

"Well, excuse me, I like carrying you around." The smith gently cradled the hand hanging from his arm, lifting it to his lip to press a kiss to it.

"You can still do that in private." The other snorted softly, carefully descending the stairs of his home.

"I'll keep you to that." The white-haired Lord kept pace, ready to catch his lover should his legs give out.

"Finally!" Glorfindel beamed, shining as his nickname implied. "I was starting to wonder if you had decided not to come."

"If you can run after something like that, let me know." The black-haired Lord just leaving his house rolled his eyes. "Why did you think he was a good partner again, Erestor?"

"He looks good." The black-haired Lord-partner dryly and evenly answered from his own seat on the fountainrim. While the Lord of the Heavenly Arch was going to use a carriage, the rest were going to walk alongside.

That statement earned him a glare from said good-looking partner, and a grin from Coruneth who had been dangling her feet in the fountain and now pulled them out to slip her shoes back on.

"One upside to inter-Lord-marriages; they don't have bullying spouses." Salgant evenly pointed out as his husband helped his law-father into the carriage.

"Yet." Said law-father countered, somehow managing to make that one word sound like a threat.

"Dad...?" Tinnuion blinked up at him with wide eyes. "What does that mean...?"

"Parental bullying." Silsar warned his grandson, a faint smile playing around his lips. He no longer wore the full robes of the House of the Heavenly Arch, having downgraded to sky-blue robes with a necklace of rainbow-gems. His wife wore something similar, and Rog could very much understand their need to work their way up to full Noldorian regalia.

Turgon's nephew groaned theatrically, closing the carriage-door with a carefull slam. "I knew there's a reason I prefer grandmother Qilla."

"Powers have mercy on us all." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath leaned over, ruffling his hair. "Between the two of you, I can totally see Turgon's palace being broken open by his flower-garden, I swear."

"Don't give me ideas, my son." The white-haired female snorted, considering the vehicle through her primary partner's eyes. "Besides, if, then it will be your place. I am very disappointed at your lack of plantlife in your house."

"Thank you!" The Lord of the Golden Flower empathically stated once they started heading off. "I've been telling him that for literal Ages of the World!"

"You gave me a garden when you got here! Within a week!" His fellow Lord swatted at him. "I am pretty certain your bruises hadn't even faded by the time I found you in my courtyard! Your bloody Husband hadn't even arrived!"

"I am pretty certain you were the first to get a garden from him on the whole." Penlod pointed out, pursing his curling lips.

"To be fair to Glaur, we all had at least some semblance of a garden." Duilin mused.

"I had a garden!"

"Clearly it was not up to standards, my love."

"It was not."