Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything

Chapter: 35

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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By the time autumn hit, it seemed the secrecy was still holding, though both Rog and Egalmoth wore their ring-hiding-spots as close to all the time as they could. Accompanying it, both also wore the pendants Tinnuion had given them for Midsummer, though Rog took his off when in the smithy.

"I have never needed to stand still this much." Egalmoth looked up at the statement of his son. He had summoned both him and Salgant for measurements, and was taking notes as his steward and one assistant bustled around the youngsters with a measuring-tape.

"This is for your wedding-clothes, they must fit perfectly and can't be the 'pulled out of Turgon's closet and dyed black'-style you usually wear." The older Lord pointed out, gesturing to Salgant. "Take a page from Salgant's book, will you? He hasn't complained once."

"To be fair to Tinnuion, I am used to these things far more." The Lord of the Harp stood with spread arms, looking at the other two over the bowed head of the assistant. "I cannot recall the last time he had new formal clothes, not counting the time where he arrived here and needed to get a Lord-wardrobe again, that is."

"Why should I get new clothes if nothing new is happening?" The Lord of the Mole did obligingly stand still, though he had - as Egalmoth had stated - been complaining plenty. "As long as they aren't "

"I am so not looking forward to Rog tomorrow if you are any indication. At least I know that Aredhel will appreciate my efforts." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch muttered, rolling his eyes. "Be happy that I am not simply putting you in mine or Rog's colours and devices, but instead am making fully new ones just for the occasion, Tinnu."

"You could just leave me in mine?"

"Now that I veto." Salgant chuckled at the two black-haired elves giving each other flat glares. "We are marrying, Tinnu, I want a bit more than Uniform Black, thank you very much. We can't have my gold accents be the only bit of colour on such a day!"

"You're officially my favourite law-child." The older Lord grinned widely, ignoring the muttered statement about Salgant being his only law-child. "But I think we have all the measurements?" The last he added to his steward, who had been writing down all the measurements as the three members of the House of the Heavenly Arch worked.

"Yes, my Lord." The female quirked a small smile at the relieved sigh of the one she was standing beside at that moment. "Once the fabric arrives tomorrow, we can begin." She reached for her own notes.

"Good, thank you." Rising from his own seat, making sure his own notebook was firmly closed, he dismissed her and the other elf. "Don't think you are safe just yet, Tinnuion."

Groaning, Mouse tipped his head back in frustration in a move that was quite similar to Rog's a couple months back now. "Why...?" Clearly, he got this bit from his other father, not Egalmoth, who almost seemed to live for these things.

"Would you prefer you'd have to come back at a later time to colourcode?" Egalmoth pulled a box from his desk, opening it. "This part is going to be faster than the measuring, does that help?"

"Yes. Yes, it does." Rolling his eyes, Turgon's nephew plopped himself into the nearest chair. "Also, what colours?"

"Again, we are not going to marry in all black." Aredhel's future law-son headed over to look at the offered samples on display. "Just trust Egalmoth with this, he knows what he's doing."

"Why do I feel like this is just him trying to figure out the clothing-style for his own wedding!?" He squeaked when he got hit with a samplebook of fabric scraps in all the colours of the rainbow... and probably some more. Why were there also iridescent fabrics in there!?

"Say it a bit louder and my neighbours will hear, Mouse." Which, considering he lived beside Ecthelion would prove a problem in keeping his engagement sort-of-secret. "I might just give you bright pink clothes, you do realize? It goes quite well with black, so Salgant's safe."

Salgant snorted at that - and his fiancé's highly insulted glare -, flipping through his own fabricbook. "Please don't."

"Didn't you just say to trust me?" The older Lord reached over, thumbing together part of the booklet his future law-son was holding. "Among these, preferably." He repeated the gesture for his son. "Unless you see something you must have, I suppose. Contrary to accusations, this is your wedding not mine-but-early. I don't need a testrun to make a good event."