Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything

Chapter: 50

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'

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Egalmoth woke to a hand gently carding through his hair and auburn-red eyes studying him intently. "Good morning..." He leaned into the touch, looking at his lover through his eyelashes. "Awake for long?" Looking over to the left-open door, he noted that the sun was just starting to rise.

"Not too long." Rog - or was it Nimarnon now? He'd have to ask at some point, probably... - closed the distance between them, claiming a gentle kiss. "Slept well?"

"Quite well." He tucked himself closer, sighing in appreciation when both arms of the smith closed around him. "At least I could move. Tinnuion broke into my house at one point and cuddled up to me." He added in explanation at the questioning hum. "He is very clingy, I found."

The other Lord chuckled at that, pulling him tighter against the hard muscles in front of him. "You are very holdable, so I can see why that happened." A firm hand settled on his cheek, tilting his head for another, far more intense kiss.

The Lord of the Heavenly Arch made a sound he'd never admit to outside of his bedroom, winding both his hands in the white hair and reciprocating happily.

"So..." After a while, they broke apart again. "Where are your family-members?" He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down on the still prone Avari. His sleep-braid had come undone and his hair was a free cascade of black down his shoulders. Considering what he had woken up to, he suspected there might have been foul play regarding the loss of his hair's containment.

"My house." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath laughed at his look. "My mothers and the rest of the group told me in no uncertain terms to come to you... and I am an obedient son. Though it probably helped that there were about thirty of them and only one of me." The more muscled frame shook the matras a bit as he sat up, pulling the more slender elf into his lap. "Though they also specified they wanted to meet you as soon as possible."

"Fair enough, I also want to meet them." He settled in, letting the hands travel as they would. "I think it might be too short-notice for arranging breakfast for 30 people however? That would upset every steward I know. Lunch, perhaps?"

"I don't think they even assumed I'd be there for breakfast." And didn't those eyes just scream why that was the case. "Private breakfast, just for us, perhaps even in bed... then you go find Tinnuion, while I arrange lunch or dinner." Strong arms tightened, almost crushing him to the strong frame below his own. Lips latched onto his throat and Egalmoth realized he might have to update his wardrobe with more outfits that had high collars, at the rate things were going. Because he just knew that especially Ecthel would use any and all lovebites and hickeys to fuel his revenge... and he could do without that.

"Sounds good." The Noldo Lord whispered into the cool air of his bedroom, heart racing. "We will have to leave the bed though... for breakfast."

"Mh...?" Goosebumps ran over his entire body at the feel of hot breath on his bare skin.

"I told my steward and staff to take the day off. I have a free day and wanted to just... stay in and read." He arched into the touch. "Live on sandwiches for a day."

"You're a poor cook?" A quirked grin looked up at him when the lips detached. From the feel of it, he'd better check a mirror before coming anywhere near the outside.

"Lazy cook on my free day." Tugging on a strand of hair, he pulled back more, starting to slide off the bed. "Unless you insist, I guess." He padded over to the chair he had thrown most of his clothes on when going to bed last night.

"I'd love to try what you'd make, so I must insist." His fiancé was there immediately, winding arms around his waist. "Can't be worse than some other cooks I know." A fond chuckle sounded just behind his head, hair being pushed aside to open up his bare back.

"Of course." He fished for his dayrobe and then squirmed free enough to put it on. "Anything in particular, my love?" Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the flood of emotion on the other's face.

"Whatever you want." It felt very reluctant, the way the white-haired Lord of the Gondolindrim detached himself and picked up his tunic from the messy pile beside the bed. He knew it was reluctant when the arms were back the moment they could be.