Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 27
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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Though it was tempting to just truly stay away from civilization for a month, Tinnuion had had plans before his 'abduction'. So he spend the first three days of his 'captivity' pestering his 'kidnappers' to hold him and Salgant in Formenos or somewhere else with a forge.
"Fine, fine!" On the morning of the fourth day, the Amrhosco relented, starting down the road that would lead to their brother's city... for all that he lived there practically alone. He spend the rest of the day very smug, to the amusement of his fiancé. Salgant had been holding up well, despite the sharp drop of conveniences in his day-to-day.
"Is this accurate to a kidnapping?" The Lord of the Harp followed along obediently, playing on the small harp that Egalmoth had put in the pack of food for their first day as a form of entertainment.
"Looking at Kano and his twins...?" The darker-haired twin muttered. "Pretty sure it was only millenia later the victims dragged their kidnapper places, instead of the other way around."
"Ah, so we are ahead of the curve." He hummed along to his melody, before breaking out into outright song. To the other Lord's horror, it was the Lay of the Mole's Hole, his version of Ecthelion's 'The Lay of the Helmet Point'.
"What... when... why!?" His reaction clearly confirmed the suspicion that he and Rog had just not heard anything during the bit of travel in Cirith Oron. Tinnuion looked back in utter betrayal.
"Me and Ecthelion wrote it on the way back from the last camping-trip. You and Rog were talking about forge-stuff and missed it all." Salgant smiled teasingly. "We also wrote a song about the two of you in your smithy... and you missed that too." He added in a playful accusing tone.
"Listening to this, happily so." So not only was he being 'abducted', now he was being 'tortured'. "I wanna go home." At least there, neither of those were happening... well, unless one counted his parents seemingly only plotting when he was around and increasing their plotting-noises whenever he got close.
"Sorry, not happening." The lighter-haired twin rode up from ahead, where he had been warning his brother of their impending visit and potential stealing of a forge. "But some good news; Curo doesn't mind us crashing for a while." Well, it was something.
The group arrived the next evening, to a warm meal prepared by their hostess and a forge prepared by their host. He wondered how the twins had convinced him to do so...
"So what exactly could not wait the month?" Tinnuion looked down on the one asking. Salgant's head was in his lap, harp leaning against his hip. The messy chocolate-brown riding-braid dragged in the sand, but the most artistic Lord of the Gondolindrim gave no indication he cared for the dirt.
"Well, it could wait the month, but I don't want to." Hesitating only briefly, he rested his hand on the cotton-covered chest. "I wanted to make Egalmoth a new pendant, and perhaps one for Rog as well." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the broken pendant he had given his primary father several decades ago. Coruneth had given it to him after they returned to New Gondolin, suggesting he might be able to fix it.
"Ah." The head in his lap shifted, so his fiancé could looked at the crystal-glass object in his hand himself. "A good idea."
"You think so?"
"Well, you made that for a friend... a mentor at most." Brown eyes met his black ones. "Now they are pretty firmly established as fathers. It's only right you'd want things to reflect that." He reached up, joining their hands around the pendant. "Speaking off... what about me? Where's my light-crystal creation?"
"I finished yours a while ago." Turgon's nephew grinned widely at the surprised look. "It's going to be my wedding-gift to you, as a matter of fact." His hand on the cotton chest tightened lightly as a blush shot up his cheeks. "It... well, I... overdid it... I made it too elaborate for anything less than... well, than our wedding."
"Oh..." A similar blush crept up Salgant's face, the other elf hiding his face behind his hands. "Now that... that I did not expect." It came out muffled, sparkling eyes peeking up at him between slender fingers that had never done more than play instruments in their existence. His heart swelled at the sight. People might say that Treelight-eyes looked the best, but he found that this... these brown gems sparkling in joy... how could anything compare!? Even what he had felt for Idril at the height of his obsession did not compare at the sea of emotions filling him every time the other Lord looked upon him like this.
