Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 40
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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"I'll be leaving tomorrow or the day after, depending on how long my preparations take." Rog informed the other as they were finishing breakfast. They were late this day, as just last evening Salgant had finally shared with the city what he had gotten from Tinnuion; an exquisitely crafted harp, with each snare connected to a lightcrystal. As he had played the weddingsong they had already heard at the wedding, colours, sparkles and flashes had illuminated the room. It had been four or five encores until anyone had tired of the display.
"Leaving me to the wolves that are our fellow Lords, especially now. You know Ecthelion will not forgive us for years for this stunt." Egalmoth smiled gently despite the sentiment, finishing the last of his toast. "Do be back before our wedding?"
"Of course." Reaching over the table, he clasped the ringed hand. "A week before, at the very latest. Earlier, if I manage to get results." He grinned toothily. "As if I'd wait to get you. Not a day, Egalmoth, not a day longer than I need to."
"Yes, yes." The black-haired Lord rolled his eyes with a laugh. "Powers, how much will your family hate me for all this suffering I, the terrible deserter, am inflicting on you?" He pouted prettily. "I'm starting off with a score of minus one thousand on their approval meters."
"I'll convince them to forgive you." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath rounded the table, pulling the other Lord up into his arms. "Besides, you'll be their favourite Noldor soon enough. Not to mention, you have bigger things to worry about."
"Oh?" He let himself be manhandled, leaning into the warm touch gladly. "Which would be?"
"I saw Mouse talk to the Sons of Elrond before they left yesterday..." Rog smirked, hold tightening around the form in his hold. "How likely will it be that your parents turn up after all?" Nuzzling the elegant curve of the neck next to his face, he purred softly at the scent filling his nose.
"Mmhmm..." He didn't need a weddingbond to feel the apprehension in the other, so he decided to let the matter drop.
"We can just share mine. I do have a spare mother." He merely offered, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin nearest his lips.
"Most gracious..." His lover tilted his head, meshing their lips together. He nearly purred at the feel, trailing his fingers down the slender lines of the body against his... and perhaps a bit further down than was strictly Noldorin-proper.
"Hey Dads, do you... AUGH!"
Rog nearly laughed out loud, breaking the kiss to look over at the door. His eyes met those of Salgant, sparkling with amusement and a wedding-bond both. Beside the Lord of the Harp was his husband, their son... currently going through what seemed all five stages of grief at having walked in on his fathers making out.
"Why!?" Turgon's heir wailed, covering his eyes.
"This is my house, Tinnu, I may do as I wish in here." Neither of the elder Lords let go of one another, Egalmoth throwing a look at him for the fact that his hands also did not really stop moving. "Besides, I am pretty certain you and Salgant did worse."
"That's different!" The youngest of the four moaned in distress. "I need new eyes!"
"Oh for... Mouse, if this distresses you, you better not enter this house once we're married!" Rog let go now to head over to the door. "Really, it's your own fault for coming this early in the day and not knocking."
"It's midday." Aredhel's son tartly told him in a tone of voice his mother did well. "Forgive me for assuming you'd be decent at this point in time."
"We also only went to bed a good while after midnight, as you might well recall." The faint blush on Egalmoth's cheeks was quite comely and Powers, he would need the time away from the city to get through that damn year. "But what did bring you here?"
"I intended to ask you if you wanted to have dinner together..." The black-haired youngster glowered at them. "But now I think I have to cancel it to get myself some new eyes." He squeaked in outraged surprise when his secondary father took him in a headlock at that, ruffling his hair and spilling some of his hairdecorations on the ground. "Hey, hey! Stop! Dad!"
"Rog... Rog..." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch appeared at his shoulder. "What did I say about bullying our son?"
