Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything

Chapter: 49

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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He did not get Insai arrested. In fact, he lead the group to his home - wondering if the guard recognized him in his tribe's clothes - and got them settled. Then he took a nice shower to get the smell of nearly four months in the wild off of him. Swimming in the river just did not compare to a proper shower and he did not want to subject Egalmoth to that without proper warning.

By the time he dipped out of the shower, his mother had remodelled his garden into one of their travelling camps, which made him snort. Glorfindel had been quite proud of his creation in there - to be fair, he was proud of all his creations - and he wondered how the other Lord would handle this rearranging of... just about everything. Handing his mom the note informing the reader that these people were allowed in his gardens he had penned and marked with his seal, he headed off.

It was late in the night and most houses were completely dark already, and he managed to dodge the few nightguards on duty. If anyone spotted him, they'd inform Turgon and he just did not want to deal with the welcome that would entail right now.

Grinning up at the one bright window, Rog arrived to the House of the Heavenly Arch unnoticed. Feeling decidedly Avari-ish, as Duilin called it when he and Coruneth did strange things, he slipped into the gardens instead of heading to the frontdoor.

With a level of skill he had only regained these last few months, he scaled the wall leading up to the balcony attached to the brightened window. It was Egalmoth's bedroom, doors slightly open to let some fresh air in while he was still awake. This winter and spring had been mild, so it was warm enough for it already.

The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath just... watched for bit. His lover was comfortably ensconed on his bed, reading a book of some kind. A large mug of tea steamed on the bedside-table, the two lit candles reflecting on the liquid surface. He could watch for a few hours more, probably, but much preferred to also touch.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the doorframe, stepping closer to the opening. A grin grew on his face at the progression going from confusion to realization and ending in joy on Egalmoth's face.

"Rog..." The Noldo breathed, putting his book aside and coming over to the door. "You... welcome back." He was dressed for bed already, which did not help matters. "I take it you found them?"

Rog let himself be pulled into the room, reaching out and clutching at the other. "Yes..." He breathed the answer and the scent he quickly associated only with the other Lord. "Yes." He gave into his desires, kissing the smiling lips a mere breath from his own.

It hit him then, like a ton of bricks, that he had both families now. He had them all and would be allowed to keep them all. Groaning low in his throat, he tightened his grip, claiming the soft mouth more agressively than ever before.

Egalmoth's soft yielding to the pressure nearly undid him. This would be his soon, only his!

"Come..." The black-haired elf whispered when they briefly parted for air, stepping back towards the bed. "No marriage... but we can celebrate in other ways."

"A dangerous statement." He bore them down on the silk-covered bed, indulging in the Noldo below him. "I wouldn't trust myself to stop on time right now."

The Lord of the Heavenly Arch laughed softly, framing his face with gentle fingers. "Oh Rog... For me, I would trust you." Before he could react, emotions clogging his throat, their lips connected again, soft and languid this time.

Pulling back his face, he buried it against the elegant arch of his fellow parent's neck. "How... how did I get you? How did someone as tainted like me end up being the one!?" Tears burned in his eyes, arms winding around the body beneath his and crushing it close. "What did I do to deserve this...?" His voice had dropped into a whine, throat too tight with everything he was feeling for proper speech.

"Oh... oh my love..." And Powers, that nearly broke him again, the emotion in the word being so much. "You are you. My Rog..."

"Nimarnon." He lifted himself up enough to meet the chocolate eyes.

"Mh?" The elf below him tilted his head questioningly, arms remaining around his back. "Is... is that of your tongue? It sounds vaguely Quenya-adjacent."

"Yes... 'Child of White Pearl'... My name. My true name." He swallowed heavily.

"Nimarnon..." So did his fiancé, eyes filling with emotion at this gift.

"Again." He curled down with a soft moan, hiding his face in the black silk pooling on the pillow. "Say it again... please."

"Nimarnon." Egalmoth's soft voice barely moved his hair. "Nimarnon... my Nimarnon... my Pearl."