Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 38
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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Salgant didn't notice much of his wedding, but what he did notice was the obvious claim of his two chosen law-fathers. Everyone noticed that, their shared device proudly on Tinnuion's back.
"What was that about Egalmoth not planning his own wedding?" He kept his voice to a bare breath, leaning in close to his now-husband. Arms linked, they were leading the way to the private banquet - though he suspected that from the large group following them, private was a relative term.
Tinnuion chuckled happily, squeezing his hand. The diamonds on his jewels sparkled in the star- and torchlights. He looked up when someone broke into their comfortable bubble, Aredhel appearing at her son's window. Where Rog and Tinnuion had a similar shape on their backs, she took more after Egalmoth's look; the decorations on her outfit were sworls of diamonds, opals and other pale gems, bringing to mind flurries of snow and ice in Midwinter.
"Hi mom." He beamed at her.
"Hi son." She walked beside them. "The planning has you two here for at least two hours, will you manage?"
Both of them snorted, but conceded. Though the Lord of the Harp was pretty certain his spouse regretted that when seeing the large table prepared, where both of them would have central seating.
"Please tell me I don't need to stick around for the entire night..." Rog muttered darkly, but loudly as he took his own seat between Egalmoth and Turgon. To account for the fact that neither he nor Egalmoth were Tinnuion's biological fathers, Aredhel had given herself precedence, sitting directly next to her son. After them followed the rest of the House of Finwë, which was a substantial part of the guestlist.
"Alas, only the couple... or young children, I suppose... may leave early." Glorfindel called across the table. "You're stuck here until the very end, oh father of the groom."
Rog rewarded him with a rude gesture, one hand tugging on his hair. "I am freeing my hair soon, and damn you all to Angband." Beside him, the other father of the groom laughed softly at that, beckoning him close.
"I'm still wondering how the hell this made you do proper hairfashion." Turgon leaned forward, mouth quirking as the Lord of the Heavenly Arch undid the elaborate hairdo right there at the table.
"I let him leave mine loose." Egalmoth pointed out, the gracefull net of rainbow-gems standing out gorgeously from his black hair. There had been quite a few double-takes both of them had noticed, but this was the closest anyone had come to actually commenting on it.
"Still..." The King of the Gondolindrim leaned back a bit in his seat, reaching for his drink as food was handed out. "I spend months to just get him into formal wear for Idril's wedding."
"I think the context is a touch different this time around." Aredhel informed her brother with a grin. "On several levels."
On the other side of the table, Ecthelion looked sharply at Coruneth, who looked perfectly innocent... perhaps a touch too much.
"I am so not looking forward to something like this again..." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath crossed his arms, frowning in annoyance.
"Kinda running out of adoptables." Penlod pointed out with a smile, sitting beside his wife.
"Ugh!" At the head of the table, Tinnuion buried his face in his hands. "I am this close... to just asking... ugh..."
"You okay, Mouse?" The white-haired Lord looked over his shoulder, even as he gathered up the climbs and other hairthings that landed on the table.
"No." Beside him, Salgant was muffling himself in the black fur of his own robes. "They are all blind and I am seeing why the hell I managed to get away with betraying the damn city to the enemy." By now, the relationship between those present was such that he could say things like that and not immediately get lynched... It was still surprising and utterly out of left field, though.
"What?" Idril blinked a few times at her cousin.
"They are engaged, you blind orcs!" Tinnuion gestured at his fathers, who were looking at him in amusement. "Have been engaged for months! Going to marry in months! That's what Dad's complaining about!" With another groan he nearly dropped his head on the table, muttering something that sounded vaguely curselike as his spouse and mother cracked up beside him.
"Tinnu!"
"I don't want you to squish their faces into the cake, I want to eat it! It looks delicious!" The Lord of the Mole pointed out, suppressing laughter. "It's been six months since you two started running around with rings and how many people actually noticed!?"
"Is that why you were always so amused when we hung out with them!? You knew!?" Ecthelion rounded on his wife, who grinned at him serenely. "Coruneth!"
"You and Glaur were always threatening revenge on everyone for roasting you for your inability to exist in a five-mile-radius around your spouses." Rog countered, grin wide and surprisingly toothy. "Me and Egalmoth wanted to see exactly how long you would take to notice."
"Clearly, several months." Egalmoth chuckled, pulling off one of his gloves. Since his hairdo could not account for the clasp Rog had given him and Rog's outfit could not accomodate his bracers, both were wearing their rings, hidden under the velvet gloves they wore against the cold. He demonstratively leaned his head on his hand, the silver ring sparkling around his finger in the candlelight. "We were honestly thinking you'd only realize when the invitations hit. But then Tinnuion ruined it all..."
"Have you seen the cake!? I want it!"
