Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 51
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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The group of Avari had slipped from the gardens of the House of the Hammer of Wrath - their son had certainly chosen about the longest name they'd ever heard for a Noldo-house - in search for breakfast among the various taverns and grocers spread throughout the city.
"Oh." Marilla, the pearl of their tribe, lost touch with her partner when the taller woman was distracted by something. As usually happened in these situations, she stopped walking, before following their bond back to the other's side. "Fascinating."
"What?" She nudged gently, both mentally and physically, in a request to share sight again and found herself looking down into a stone pond with various plants and even some fish. "My." Between the sight and touch, she managed to sit on the lip of the creation quite comfortably and hopefully somewhat gracefully. "Of course they put even their ponds into stone."
"I think this might be that fountain he mentioned." Phara suggested, joining her on the lip, eyes flicking between the fish with a huntress' appraising eye. "Hey!" At the shove that nearly send her into the water, their shared sight obligingly moved over the plants instead. "The one that got made because of the skinchangers."
"Probably, but the stone-pond-idea is funnier." She laid down, bringing her ears closer to the water. Under the watermovements she could hear the plants in the watery depths. They sounded quite happy with their arrangement. A fine voice had Sung to them to allow them to settle. She wondered if it was the voice of Glorfindel, the botanist her son had spoken off. Probably...
Humming, she added her own voice to the mix, and she did not need the sight to know the huntress beside her was rolling her eyes. They had time to fill until their son detached himself from his lover and came for them, might as well have fun.
She heard the other female plop herself prone alongside her, planting her head on her back. Reaching back with one hand, she tugged on one strand of hair, coaxing some plants closer to herself.
"Welcome... I think?" Someone spoke up behind them, and Marilla figured her partner had noted them five minutes ago considering the lack of real reaction. "I do not believe we have met before." Which was a fair assessment, as far as she was concerned, because she had yet to meet another albino elf. It made her memorable to those that did meet her.
Their sight became shared again as Phara rose to sit upright. "We have not." The huntress tilted her head consideringly. "Glorfindel, I presume?" Hair more golden than actual gold, their son had said, which the elf greeting them certainly had.
"Indeed." The Vanya Lord sketched a bow. "Of the Golden Flower... and my husband, Erestor." He gestured to the black-clad male beside him. "Various other Lords of Gondolin." Here he pointed out the rest of the group, naming each. Apparently, they had managed to be found by everyone not related to them. Both the King and Nimarnon's chosen kin, wedded in and not, were not among these.
"You sung to these flowers, did you not?" Chieftess to their tribe, his mother had a distinctly lackadaisical approach to most of the levels of nobility of the Amanyar. Mostly because on a strict scale, she would probably outrank most of them, if their people bothered. "They carry the echo of your voice." She quirked a smile when seeing the reaction when she looked up, her eyes probably the only ones of their colour among the elves... again, as far as she knew.
"Indeed." It took the golden boy only a moment to shake himself back into his glowy manner, true to explanation. "You are a plantsinger as well, my Lady...?" He left the question hanging in a way that distinctly implied he'd both like an answer and her name.
She supposed it was only polite. "Marilla, and yes, I am something of a Plantsinger myself." She tumped her love when the other female snorted in amusement at the understatement. "My partner here is named Phara."
"Pearl?" The one introduced as Penlod wondered. "A fitting name, if I may be so bold, my Lady."
"No doubt." Even among the pale Noldor, her skin stood out as intensely pale. Pushing herself up from her prone position, she shrugged, showing off her near-white arms. "I was named for snow at first, but chose to name myself after a pearl after seeing them for the first time."
"You are new in the city, I presume?" The most mannish of the group wondered, a small frown on his face. Tuor, she believed he had been introduced as, was in charge of the defense and security of Gondolin from what she recalled of her son's stories. Apparently, warnings of new arrivals were supposed to be reported to him. Clearly, no one had yet.
"We were invited, and have arrived for the first time, yes. Late last night." Phara hoisted herself to standing, offering a hand to assist her own rising, which she gladly took. Their shared sight briefly shot between the Lords of the Gondolindrim, to the tall form of their son approaching down a street with several dark-haired elves. True to her hunter's nature, she recognized them as his chosen kin instantly. "If there's a trouble with that, you'll have to complain to him." The taller female pointed, to what might well be the only other white-haired elf in the city at the moment.
