Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything

Chapter: 55

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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"My Lords." Elemmakil greeted them upon their return to New Gondolin. "Your presence is required immediately upon arrival by Lord Tinnuion."

"Already?" Rog snorted. "I thought the district was still standing, from what I saw on the approach."

"What about the insides of the buildings?" Egalmoth suggested with a faint smile. "I assume he's in the administrative offices right now?" At the guard inclining his head, he spurred his horse back into action. His new steed was near perfectly black, slender and graceful and he suspected Ecthelion had given him the mare to contrast with Rog's new stallion. "Let's hurry, I want a shower."

"You bathed just yesterday in the river." The white-haired Lord laughed softly, steering his own horse to follow.

"I am a spoiled Noldor, I want warm water." The black-haired Lord grinned faintly. "Also, less eyes that were boring into my skin when I am in my shower."

"Now that's what you think..." Rog lowly countered that one, getting close enough to the other to so he could whisper. "I can be plenty sneaky still if the need is there."

"I am not sure how I feel about that." They stopped at the offices, asking their horses to wait until they were done before heading to their son's office.

"Dads!" Tinnuion greeted them happily, partly because their return meant he was no longer drowning in work. Salgant waved at them from his own desk, but didn't rise just yet. Meanwhile, they had to catch the younger Lord, his arms flung around their necks.

"Regretting your offer to take our duties, Mouse?" His secondary father chuckled, briefly squishing the smaller form against his chest.

"So much." The youngster moaned. "On top of designing your wedding-outfits..."

"Wait what?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention?" The primary father of Turgon's heir chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his son's forehead before going to look for some drinks. "Turnabout, since we did his."

"How sad am I going to be...?" The older smith sighed and rolled his eyes as he ruffled the black hair in front of him. "Am I going to be abducted by some Fëanorians so you can make our jewelry?"

"I did that while you were gone." Tinnuion grinned widely, giving him some space when Egalmoth returned to them with some drinks. "And stole your measurements from Dad's steward."

"It's well in hand then." They smiled warmly at the happy expression. "But what requires our presence 'immediately upon arrival', Tinnu?"

"You have visitors." The Lord of the Harp adressed his lawfather from his corner. "Arrived two days ago." He

"Oh dear..." Rog sighed in defeat. "What did you do now?" He looked at his son with a teasing tilt of his head, taking a sip from his drink, cleaning his throat from the dust of the road.

"Hey!" The black-clad Lord pouted briefly while crossing his arms. "I didn't do a thing, for once... It was Elladan and Elrohir, I was just tangentially involved."

"They brought my parents?" Egalmoth guessed, leaning on Salgant's desk. The two married elves looked at him with a tinge of worry when they noted the tone of voice and just nodded. "Where are they?"

"Guesthouse, all four of them. I wasn't sure if it would be okay to put your parents in your house, considering..." Aredhel's child softly answered. "They..."

"Aren't what you expected? A few levels lower on the social ladder, I take it..." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch quirked a small smile at the answering looks he got from the two younger Lords. "Well, best to get that over with. So much for relaxing at home tonight. I'll see you for lunch then, my Pearl." He swept from the room before Rog could even think of answering.

"What was that about?" The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath looked at the two other elves. "'Few levels lower'? What did he mean with that?"

"Commoners, very, very common commoners." Salgant shrugged lightly. "Me and Tinnu think they had opinions about Egalmoth's picking sides in the Finwion-debacle because they felt their family too low to judge."

"We didn't ask though, because that'd be awkward... and possibly rude."