Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 52
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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Tinnuion squeaked when the entire group turned on them. He had been dragged from the smithy by his fathers just half an hour ago, to - as Rog had put it quite frankly - meet the family on that side of the family. Egalmoth had snorted at that statement. They had picked up two tribe-members on the way, who had pointed them to the large fountains near the city-center.
His white-haired father had just pointed out his grandmothers... and wasn't that a thought he had not entertained the entire time! He had grandmothers now! Several! But then one of them had drawn the attention of the friendgroup that had encountered them to the Lord of the Hammer of Wrath and now the entire group of Lords were greeting him.
"Let's slip." Egalmoth chuckled softly, drawing them both out of the gathering to head over to the two nearly-forgotten females at the plant-fountain.
The brown-haired one tilted her head with a grin at the sight. "Just as bad as he said they were." Her brown eyes turned to them. "And you must be the new relatives, yes?"
"The ones." Tinnuion stood a bit behind his father as the elder elf spoke, addressing the two easily. "I am beyond happy he managed to find you, especially this quickly."
"As are we." The white-haired female kept staring ahead and he wondered at her looks. Aside from her eyes, everything about her was white, unlike his mother, who simply dressed in white but still had some skin- and haircolour. "Also about the fact that after all this time, we finally have a grandchild." She smiled warmly and he felt the gaze of his other grandmother settle on him. "Mouse, yes?" She added something Turgon's son did not recognize. Something in their tongue, clearly. He suspected it might be their word for 'mouse'.
"Oh Powers..." He groaned at the thought that he'd have to deal with that nickname from more people than just his fathers now. While most of their circle knew that he had the nickname, it was mostly them - and on occasion, his mother - who regularly called him that in normal contexts.
"Will it help you deal that we still call him Snowflake despite him being closer to a Snowmountain these days?" His taller grandmother asked with a chuckle. "But very well, Tinnu it is."
"He did mention nicknames are a prevalent thing in his culture." Their future law-son pointed out, looking over his shoulder where their friends were hearing out their son. "Though he still refuses to tell me what mine is."
One of them said something else in their tongue, with pitch halfway through the second half of the word that gave him a brief mental pauze. It sounded foreign to the phrase, if he were thinking instinctively. "That's how he'd call you in conversation with us, at least."
"What's it mean?" The Lord of the Heavenly Arch looked back at them, tilting his head questioningly in interest. "And won't he mind that you told me?"
"There's no secrets in this family." The pale female grinned teasingly. "It literally means 'all colour arch shine night stone', but with a... shall we say... midfix we add to the names of our closest lovers in conversation with close kin and friends." Her grin widened at Egalmoth's face, and Tinnuion felt a grin form on his face at the flustered countenance of his primary father. "The appropriate translation would be 'Rainbow Obsidian, my dearest and most beloved'."
That, his secondary father had heard, even over the talk of the other Lords of the Gondolindrim. "Mother! Really!?"
"You referred to him as 'Egalmoth' exactly once, Snowflake, you cannot blame me for permanently associating him with that name now!" And oh, did this not explain a lot about where the smith had gotten his teasing streak from.
"At least give me the chance to tell him myself!" The white-haired Lord gently shoved his way through the others to return to his fiancé's side. "This is that mess with Insai's partnering all over again!"
The Lord of the Mole muffled his laughter behind a hand, both his father distinctly more red-faced than they usually were.
Rog growled something at them in their tongue, which had the two of them laughing fondly. The smaller of his grandmothers countered in the same way, looking terribly smug about whatever it was she said.
