Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 45
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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"Mmhmm..?" Egalmoth found himself trapped, which was new. Especially because he could tell he was still in his bed and while he could imagine Rog to be clingy enough for this - and the smith better hope he never told anyone about this - the other Lord was definitely not back yet... and hopefully would at least warn him if he wanted to cuddle. Squirming a bit, he looked down on the head he felt resting on his shoulder and noticed there were two. "Whuh...?"
Clinging to him, Tinnuion had snuck into his bedroom and taken Salgant along - which honestly surprised him the most. Aredhel's son was tucked against his side, with his husband at his back.
"Tinnu?" Trapped in the arms of his son, the Lord of the Heavenly Arch would not be able to leave any time soon.
"Mmh..." The youngster murmured something, tugging him closer and then snuggled back in. That did wake up Salgant, who looked up at him with a faint smile.
"Why... exactly are you two in my bed?" He was pretty certain they had their own, the House of the Harp having been mostly remodelled to accomodate them both and even beyond that, Tinnuion having a suite in the Palace of the King. Either of those being destroyed in some way would have woken up half the city, no doubt.
"He insisted." The brown-haired Lord shrugged as much as he could without moving his husband too much, whispering so softly even Egalmoth barely heard him. "Figured you'd feel lonely with Rog out and about for several weeks by now."
"And felt that warranted sneaking into my bed?" Perhaps he should not have given his son the keys to his home after all... His law-son grinned at him in answer, so he rolled his eyes and got comfortable again, tucking the still-sleeping form under his chin.
"He tries... plus, he has bad role-models." At the quirked eyebrow, the other smirked. "Amrhosco didn't politely knock on my door when I got abducted, just saying."
"You were dressed. I will assume you did that yourself." He chuckled softly, which resulted in some more squirming from the elf in his arms. Quieting obligingly, he gently pressed an apologizing kiss to the black locks under his own.
"No, but really..." Petting the sleeping form of his son, Egalmoth looked at Salgant again. "That can't be the only reason you both came here." Maybe Tinnu alone, but he sincerely hoped Salgant wasn't the type to randomnly plop himself into other beds beyond his own.
"There was a letter." Came the soft admission. "From the twins... errr... Elrond's twins..."
"Oh dear..." If there was a letter that would reduce his son to this level cuddliness, he probably did not want to know what it was about. Or well, he would want to know what it was about, but definitely would not like it.
"They had a pitstop at Valimar during their current travels." Oh for...
"Let me guess... my family?" Honestly, he had expected those to become involved again once Rog had told him that Tinnuion had talked to the Sons of Elrond, and that it most likely had been about this.
"Yeah." A soft voice came from his chest, their talking having woken up Tinnuion. He looked up, two sets of brown eyes meeting.
"Well, I mean..." Egalmoth pulled back a bit, feeling the arms around his chest fall away. "Rog did suggest that those two would probably try to fix that mess the moment they heard about it." Sitting up, he looked down on the two already-married elves and reached over to ruffle the black hair of his son. "So I probably should have seen that one coming."
Humming, Tinnuion scooted over, wrapping his arms around his father again and settling his head in the blanket-covered lap.
"Alright, alright." Laughing, the older Lord petted him some more. "You too?" His laughter briefly grew louder when Salgant joined the pile, draping himself over his husband - to a very adorable squeak from the now partly squished elf - and settled close as well. "Powers, who knew that falling in a river would result in this much cuddling in my life." He brought both hands to bear, petting them both.
"Something about snuggling with Rog in a boat..." Mouse pointed out, relaxing with closed eyes. "I think that's where it started."
"It was comfy." He grinned, leaning back into the pillows on the headend of his bed. "Neither of you make a good substitute though."
"We make better ones." His son's voice was partly muffled from his face being in the blankets. "Dad's a solid rock."
"Some of us like rocks... oh Lord of the Mole."
"I like dark."
