Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Egalmoth/Rog, Maeglin/Salgant
Warnings: AU, canon-levels of Everything
Chapter: 60
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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"Tinnu!" Salgant called over to his husband one fine evening. "Quick!"
Tinnuion, who had been working on a design for his fathers' wedding-jewelry looked up at that. Putting aside his sketchbook, he quickly joined the brownhaired elf on their balcony in the palace of the king. "What's going on?"
"Down there!" The musician pointed down into the courtyard that went with the palace, in which one of Ecthelion's fountains always sprayed water several metres into the air. There was a gathering of several black-haired elves there, along with various horses and was seemed a formal escort.
"Uncle's back from Tirion." Turgon's heir realized, tilting his head as he wondered why that was cause of such excitement.
"Well, yes, but look who is with him!" The Lord of the Harp rolled his eyes and pointed again. "There!" He pointed again, more clearly and Tinnu took more care to follow the specific line of his finger.
"Egalmoth's parents!" He leaned forward over the balustrade, straning to make out the rest of the group. Yes, his fathers were there too, though how he had missed Rog's white hair on his first glance was a question for another time. "Do... do they look... more noble to you?"
"They had a wardrobe-upgrade, yes." His husband tilted his head. "I guess he really did just get them some noble-titles."
"Good." He pushed off from the balustrade, reaching up to put his hair back into enough containment that he could go out in public without the Noldor losing their minds. "They were being silly, so hopefully they'll stop with that now."
"You're not going to forgive them for the next two ages, are you?" Deft fingers took over his attempts at doing his hair blind, expertly weaving several of his decorations in there.
"They upset Egalmoth." The Lord of the Mole darkly stated, face slipping into a frowning glare.
"Egalmoth agreed their logic was sound, you know." Hands on his shoulders pushed him into a chair. In theory, he could easily resist, but he flopped down obligingly. "And from the fact that he is greeting them downstairs, he clearly does not carry them any ill-will."
"Egalmoth looked at the returned city-betrayer and asked 'is anyone going to adopt him' and then adopted him without waiting for an answer! Within months, I might add. Most of the city had yet to stop screaming and he already was filling out adoption-papers!" Said returned city-betrayer animatedly countered, nearly flinging his hands into the air in exasperation. "He's ridiculous. In fact, I suspect he'd forgive even Morgoth, and I am not meaning that in a negative way."
"I'd be snitching to your other dad if you did mean that negatively." Tying off the braids, Salgant briefly patted his shoulder. "Now c'mon, let's get you somewhere from where they will notice the death-glares you want to throw in their direction, mmmh?"
He grumbled something under his breath, but followed through the palace. By the time they finally arrived in the courtyard, several more people had arrived as well and the Lord of the Hammer of Wrath was no longer the only one who stood out by his haircolour.
Aredhel's son grinned rather evilly at the discomfort his former-commoner-grandparents were displaying at the exuberance of Glorfindel. He nearly laughed at the sight of Erestor physically dragging his husband back and away, apologizing calmly and looking like this was something he did every day. Which, considering how Glaur was even on his calm days, would actually be not such a stretch to assume he actually did.
"Tinnu!" The Lord of the Heavenly Arch spotted him, beaming at the sight. Rog was firmly planted against his side, one hand - bless the Powers it was decent - loosely wrapped around his waist. "Come meet your grandparents!"
Great, how was he supposed to glare them to the Halls of Mandos and back while his father looked so happy at their presence!?
