Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 24
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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"Welcome..." Rog opened the door of his house more, letting Egalmoth inside. Two days after the feast, the both of them had finally been allowed to return to their own homes.
"Thank you." Now was the first time they met after seperating into their own Houses again. The black-haired Lord waited as the other closed the door. The house was near to the center of the artisan-district, the scent of forges remaining in the night when said forges ceased to work. "Well..."
It felt surprisingly awkward; they had intended to meet up for planning their son's wedding, but now that they were actually close to one another without someone else around...
"This way." Rog offered him a hand, leading the way through his house. Unlike the outright mansions of the other Lords, barring Tinnuion who lived with his uncle these days, this one looked merely like a large house and many suspected there were entire wings he simply never used. Now he was heading into one of those wings and Egalmoth followed obediently.
"Plotting-room?" The Lord of the Heavenly Arch joked, wondering if his heart was really racing as he thought it was.
"Of a sort." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath opened another door with an elaborate set of keys - and he was pretty certain, one or two whispered keyphrases - though it looked relatively non-descript, even by his standards. The true Noldo of the two blinked a few times when seeing the contents of the room the size of a small ballroom.
"You... you have a house inside your house?" He couldn't help but chuckle a bit, feeling like he was looking at an oversized dollhouse with open front. He had seen a painting of a Man dwelling once, and this looked remarkably similar to that. All simply carved wood and thick rugs.
"For my private moments, yes." Rog invited him onto a set of lounges, stretching out onto his side. "Sometimes... all the splendor becomes too much, so then I just... move in here for a few days."
"Ah... your planning-retreats?" Egalmoth mirrored him on the other one, sinking into the heavy velvet a bit. Almost once a year, Rog would just say goodbye to them all, disappear for a week orso and then return with absolutely majestic crafts. Now he knew where the smith went... and exactly what this knowledge meant.
"Yes." The white-haired Lord smiled gently at him. "I felt this would be a good place for that talk we need to have."
"No mercy, huh?" Still, yes, they did need to have that talk. "I loved you as a friend for literal Ages. I loved you as a fellow parent for decades. I think it would not be hard to love you as a husband." He rolled over onto his back, propping himself up on his arms as he studied the carved ceiling. Later, he would ask if Rog had made everything in here himself or if others had assisted, but for now... "I mean... we did make out quite heavily that one night."
"I feel Turgon would burn the bed if he knew." It had been everyone's conviction that Turgon had made Tuor a Lord so he and Idril had to move out and not do the thing under his roof. If he knew how close two of his Lords had come to marrying right there in one of his guestrooms...? Well, it would be highly entertaining, that was for certain.
Egalmoth laughed, less boisterous and loud than Rog, but still giving the distinct impression that a rainbow might spontaneously be forming overhead, if poets were to be believed. "Perhaps even the room if we had progressed much further."
"Perhaps." Rising from his lounge, he made his way over, sitting down beside the other. Chocolate eyes blinked up at him, smile not leaving the face he was steadily approaching with his own. "So... Shall we see? If this is something worth waiting a whole year for?" He beamed when that tore another laugh from the elf beneath him.
"Is the year of courtship really that weird to you?" The distance between them disappeared, lips softly brushing against one another. "But yes, I would like to see. Perhaps we can make a case that we're following your people's traditions when we decide to skip the year."
"Now that is a marvelous thought." Chuckling, he stretched out alongside the body already on the furniture. "Biggest emergency, we just pretend I gave you the rings a year ago."
"Though, I insist we wait until after we get Tinnuion hooked." Egalmoth stipulated, pulling his fellow father close so he didn't fall off. "On that note... do you have something designed or was this just a plot to get me in here?"
"I can multitask." Rog assured him, letting his attentions stray a bit. When exactly did his friend get this tempting!? "We can go to my office in a bit, I have the sketches here."
"Lovely idea."
