Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant

Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything

Chapter: 59

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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"I'm fine, I just needed a day of wallowing." Nevermind he had never before needed a day of wallowing or had had the time to wallow, at least. He had certainly wanted one when Old Gondolin fell, but someone had been needed to keep various Lordly Spouses from following their husbands into the Halls of Mandos and Galdor had been helping Tuor and Idril with keeping the people safe.

"Egal, I am pretty certain I have never seen you wallow, that warrants some intervention." Rog countered, currently twisting some reeds while he showed his fiancé more of the weaving-techniques of his people.

"But throwing Turgon to the High King to give my parents a Lordship!?" Egalmoth nearly let go of his own weaving, which was already suffering from severe wonkiness. He only remembered at the last moment, which resulted in a very weird flapping motion with his creation. "Isn't that a bit excessive?"

"In my defense, he was already planning on going to the High King." The smith easily pointed out, leaning back in his seat on the couch before reaching for another piece. "And honestly, they raised you, that deserves a Lordship all on its' own, even without being grandparents of a Kingly Heir." He grinned widely at his fiancé's face.

"I am pretty certain I have yet to hear of an elvish couple getting a nobel-title for raising someone." This time he did not forgot that he had to hold onto the former plantlife. "Honestly, why?"

"You're my fiancé and you need to ask." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath leaned forward. "Not to mention that Mouse would absolutely get himself involved if he ever found out that you were being all depressed in your bed. Your hair was a mess."

"That... I..." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch frowned a touch, eyes narrowing. "I was not depressed."

"You are a Noldo, and I needed an hour to fix your hair." He twisted his own work into completion so he could leave his lounge for his lover's. "You spend the entire day wearing my abdominable creations that tried to pretend they were braids."

"That was just me wearing a hairdo made by my partner, that is a perfectly okay Noldo-thing."

"You spend almost longer fixing your hair than I did that evening." He draped himself onto the other Lord's shoulder, which considering their respective bulks and levels of strength meant the dark-haired elf had to truly abandon his work to hold them both up.

"Nimarnon!" And oh, how he loved the sound of his true name on the other's tongue, even if right now it was being voiced only when they were alone together and currently also with a certain degree of annoyance at his antics. "I know you are trying to get me to fall."

"Oh, not fall, my beautiful Obsidian." He only briefly reached over to arrange the beginner's craft into a state where it would not unravel while they were busy, then turned his full attention to the other father of Tinnuion. "Just... become distinctly more vertical than we started this conversation."

"And how do you propose I do that without falling with your weight on me?" Using one hand to hold them up, and the other to keep him from sliding off, Egalmoth made a comely sight with the dusting of blush on his cheeks. "You are not that light, my Pearl."

"Now that, seems like a distinct you-problem." The Avari Lord of Gondolin purred. "I am quite content as we are right now. It's vertical enough for my needs."

"You... are the worst."

"Nono, just the best." After all, he had pulled his lover's attention very firmly away from the familial drama playing out in Aman and hopefully by the time Turgon returned in a few days, it would be solved to satisfaction. That it left Egalmoth utterly open to his attentions was just a nice bonus... or perhaps the reward in and of itself.