Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 33
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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Tinnuion did oblige them and kept the secret, though he also took their exception of telling Salgant and Aredhel.
"The paperwork for the coronation is going to be a blast." She laughed softly during one of their evening meetings. "The poor boy is going to have three fathers on there."
"Theoretically, our marriage will make it easier though, keep it from becoming even more parents at a later point." Egalmoth pointed out, sipping his drink. "Can you imagine if he'd get two more parents? That would make the paperwork a mess!"
"He would be able to compete with Elrond, at least." The White Lady of the Noldor mused, nibbling on one of the pastries. "So do you two have plans for your own wedding?"
"Midsummer. The next one." Rog informed her. "Exactly a year, and not a day longer, thank you very much." Both Noldor chuckled in amusement at his annoyance. "It's ridiculous, I will keep insisting on that for the rest of my life."
"I do appreciate you at least giving me the year." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch leaned over, taking his hand gently. "I'll let you wear ceremonial armour, how's that?"
"Tempting." The smith brought the hand to his lips. "Much more comfortable than robes."
"How are you two intending to keep this a secret from Ecthel and Glaur however..." Turgon's sister smirked. "You two are not subtle."
"Exactly how did you find out again?" The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath dryly asked. "Not from noticing, if I recall properly." He looked up when hearing someone in her rooms, letting the hand of the other Lord slip from his.
"It's me." Tinnuion poked his head outside. "Salgant kicked me out so I decided to come here." He padded over, bringing a fourth chair with him.
"Banished to the couch before you even married...?" His secondary father chuckled, getting up and heading inside briefly for another goblet to use. "Mouse, should I be proud of that achievement?"
"He's composing a wedding-song for us and doesn't want me to hear before the actual wedding." The youngster pouted in annoyance. "And I am in between smithing-projects."
"Not to mention night-smithing will make you end up on the couch after all, if his reaction to the last time is any indication." Egalmoth chuckled, eyes narrowing at a flinch the other black-haired Lord did not manage to hide on time. What was that about?
"Anyway..." Before he could say anything about that, Tinnuion spoke up louder. "Uncle Turgon told me Fingolfin is also going to come... and that made me wonder; what about your families?" He looked at both of them. "I mean... I know you haven't found yours yet..." He added in an aside to Rog as he was handed a goblet of wine.
"I suppose I could go looking for them now that things have calmed down..." The white-haired Lord leaned back a bit, looking up at the sky that was darkening with night. "It would be nice for my wedding, as well. Would have to figure out how and where, though."
"I doubt mine would come if invited." He nearly snorted at mother and son giving him identical questioning glances. It was times like these that their relation was very obvious. "They are... not happy with me." He rolled his eyes when he thought back to the First Age... and then later during the Second Age when he had been reborn. "They were of the small subset of Noldor that did not take sides in the... Sons-of-Finwë-debacle. They thought me... stupid, I suppose, for taking a side when they did not." Then he sighed. "Then they were angry with Turgon and the rest of his family for getting me killed - apparently Eärendil should have magically returned to Sirion just to save my ass, nevermind that he was trying to save the rest of Beleriand instead - and then furious with me for going back to him once we were both returned." Rolling his eyes, he shrugged. "The last of them I heard was an angry letter I only read the first sentence of before throwing it into the fire, literally."
"What was it about?" Aredhel leaned forward in interest. Her intrigued expression turned slightly thunderous when he gestured to her son.
"They had opinions about my choice to adopt a son... Well, whom specifically I chose as son, if I am honest." He reached over to ruffle the hair of said son. "So that made the decision for me. It wasn't like we ever properly talked since the Years of the Trees anyway, before you start feeling guilty for that mess, Tinnu."
"It makes me sad..." Despite that, the younger elf smiled weakly, reminding them both of when he had given him the cloud-pendant and Egalmoth had voiced a similar sentiment. "We could Elladan and Elrohir for help? They are fixing families left and right, might as well see if they can fix this one."
"Well, with a few corners, they are related to us now?" Rog's hand settled on his lover's wrist. "Probably just need to mention it in vague earshot and then are halfway to... wherever your family lives?"
"Valimar, last I heard." He took the hand, squeezing it gently.
