Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 22
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. Unofficial sequel to 'The House of the Mole'
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Rog slipped out early the next morning; there was no need for anyone to find them in the same bed just yet. Draping his robes over his arm, he planned to sneak down the two doors to his own guestroom. "See you at breakfast."
"Mhm..." The other Lord blearily blinked at him, tilting his head lightly. He purred lightly when Rog carded his fingers through the black tresses. "Looking forward to finding how elaborate he made his wedding in revenge?"
"He would, wouldn't he?" He chuckled, leaving with one last caress. Dumping his robes on a chair in his rooms, he let himself fall into his own bed. That... had been a happening... and yet, he almost felt more upset that they had controlled themselves and stopped after kissing, than that he had essentially made out with Egalmoth. There were far, far worse options for eternal companionship than his fellow father.
"Well, they were complaining that I was single..." He considered the people of his House, who had long teased him about him being single. Oh Powers, he'd not live it down once they found out!
Barking a soft laugh, he felt his heart galloping in his chest. Covering his face with his hands, he nearly giggled in giddiness, feeling almost like a youngster again. This was definitely not something he had been planning, or even just expecting, but he found he was very, very down for it. They would have to talk once they had a chance, and he did not want to think what it would do to the politics if there were four Lords essentially in a long inheritance-line from one another - wait, did that mean he could just abdicate in favour of Mouse...?
Sitting up again, he headed over to the balcony, leaning on the artfully carved railing and taking several deep breaths of cool morning air. Two balconies down the corridor, the door was closed still, Egalmoth probably not having left his bed just yet. Eye-balling the position of the sun, he figured there was an hour orso left before they would have to start preparing for breakfast.
He was wound far too tightly for any more rest however, so he headed into the bathroom and just got ready for the day. Now that there was no threat of social engagements beyond breakfast, he forwent his robes, instead only slipping on a clean set of leggings and tunic. Combing the tangles from his hair with one hand, he toyed with his ponytail-braid with the other as his thoughts went wherever.
"Dad...?" Just as he was finishing the thick braid - he was feeling fancy after last night - Tinnuion peeked into the room, clearly checking if he was awake.
Briefly thanking whichever higher power had made him return to his own rooms rather than staying in Egalmoth's, he smiled warmly. "Yes?" Mouse hesitated just inside the door, only approaching once he had been beckoned twice. "Are you coming to warn me that I will suffer through more social stuff?" He jokingly asked, tying off his braid.
"I... well..." The young Lord ducked a bit. "It's..."
"Yes...?" He coaxed him gently, rising from his seat to search some of the drinks that were squirelled away in the room. Handing over a goblet of ice-cooled juice, he sat down again and crossed his legs to get comfortable.
Taking a deep breath, Tinnuion tried again. "There's a date now... for my wedding... after last night."
He grinned widely at that information. "Finally." He managed to grin wider when that turned his son into a tomato. "I assumed you'd go to Egalmoth for peptalks regarding that."
"I will." It just showed how far he'd come, that he openly admitted to that. "But... Ineedjewelryandtheywon'tletmemakemyownsocanyoumakeit!?"
Rog nearly snorted, blinking a few times at the high speed the other spoke. "Okay... with breaths, this time, please?"
Tinnuion squeaked softly. "Noldor don't wear their own crafts for their weddings - it's not done, apparently - so it's encouraged for close family to make whatever's needed..." Wringing his hands in his lap, he peeked up. "So... can you make my jewelry?"
And there went his heart again. Today was one of those days, apparently. "Of course." His throat felt a bit tight. Despite knowing that under no circumstances would Tinnuion ask his actual father, he had not truly expected to be asked for that particular honour. He definitely should have, though, after the last few weeks. "Of course I will make your jewelry, Mouse. How dare you think I'd let anyone else do it!?" Putting aside his drink, he reached over to pull the other Lord into a soft hug. "I will make Salgant's too, you two must fit, after all." Sitting back after a bit, he reached for his drink again. "So when will it be? I must have enough time to be allowed back into a smithy long enough, after all!"
"Midwinter." Mouse beamed shyly at him. "As in, the literaly Midwinter Feast."
"Should be enough time." Looking up, he considered the thought. "Yes, I do have some ideas... and no, you may not know what they are."
Tinnuion chuckled at that. "I do need to arrange for clothes, you realize?"
"Nonsense, that can be Egalmoth's problem." He waved it off. "You can't ask one father to help you and ignore the other! He and I will see to your outfits, Tinnu. I don't even need to ask whether he agrees with me for that."
