Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything; specifically hints of torture, attempted Kinslaying
Chapter: 47
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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"Comfy?" Tinnuion asked softly, helping his father settle on the pillows that made up the comfortable nest on the riverbank.
"Quite." The older black-haired Lord assured him, sinking into the soft pile with a relieved pile. Glaur was already preparing to head into the river, looking ready to avenge himself on his husband in some manner. Egalmoth was going to pretend he did not see him plan out the best trajectory... Tilting his head, he shared a smirk with Rog.
Just beyond the white-haired Lord, were their parents, sitting among a ring of flowers he was pretty certain had not been there when they arrived just now. Well, at least the in-laws were getting along swimmingly.
Cursing tore his attention to the other side, where Penlod and Galdor were unloading their picknick-stuffs from the carriage... including the two large amphora of wine they were going to dilute with water from the river. Duiling meanwhile was whistling as he started clearing out an area for the later firepit to cook.
Salgant plopped down beside his primary law-father, checking his travel-harp to see if it needed retuning after having been on a wagon.
"Can I make requests?" The Lord of the Heavenly Arch asked with a small chuckle, gesturing to the elegantly carved wooden instrument.
"Of course." The Lord of the Harp inclined his head lightly, strumming the strings lightly. "Anything in particular?"
"The Gondolindrim Lays, perhaps?"
"Egalmoth!" Several had overheard him, each having their own opinions about his request.
"What?" He blinked innocently, looking at his friends with big eyes. Once upon a time, when he had been significantly younger, it might have been cute. "My parents have yet to hear them!"
"And neither have Rog's, now that I think about it." Salgant strummed the strings again and before anyone could stop him, started on the Gondolindrim Lays. At least no one could complain about him having some kind of bias, as the first he performed was his own.
Egalmoth chuckled softly, humming along, perfectly content as he relaxed in the rising midday-sun. The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath settled beside him, starting a braid of some of his loose hair.
Clearly, Glorfindel had decided on his revenge, because there was a loud outcry that made both of them look to the water's edge, where Erestor had moved several metres rather rapidly... and without shedding his clothes before entering the water.
Tuor promptly took matters into his own... flippers, and consequently, took out the Lord of the Golden Flower by his knees. The Vanya nearly made a complete roll before breaching the water's surface with a shout of anger.
"No peace... ever, is there?" Silsar asked his son, looking over at the chase now unfolding.
"Nope." Said son dryly answered, rolling his eyes. "Turgon's about the only thing that keeps them somewhat in line... and even that is only at the best of times."
"He did ask your father for help keeping them in line." The Avari Lord chuckled fondly, pressing a gentle, quick kiss to the temple in front of him. "It did actually somewhat work, to my surprise."
"Grandfather does the 'disappointed parent'-routine well, if he needs to." Tinnuion arrived with several mugs of drinks in his hands, putting them down beside the pillow-pile and handing them out.
"He had enough practice." Mouse's grandmother settled her skirts, toying with the necklace she wore like it brought her discomfort.