B2MEM prompts including:
- First line: It is universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
- smell of grass
- smell of pine trees
- Celegorm and Aredhel

Very fluffy.

Ambiguousness

It is universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. As his brothers, even Tyelkormo was expected to at some point start to take some interest in cultural outgoings and socialisation. The headstrong son of Fëanáro, however, would rarely take interest in conversations that didn't relate to himself, animals or hunting, in one way or another. One time when his older brother had actually had him take part in a political discussion on current situations, the debate had taken a nasty turn and everybody had agreed that Tyelkormo wouldn't have to join future discussions unless he chose so himself. This withdrawal had caused the third son to have very few wife candidates when he one day started pondering at the matter after one of his cousins had announced his own engagement.

"I have never had a relationship," he said one time when he and his friend were on a walk in the forest. Waiting for him to go on, his friend and cousin Ireth said nothing, so Tyelkormo soon broke the silence again. "Which is rather unusual for someone of my age and status."

"You are comparing yourself to Turukáno. If it bothers you, have you even tried to have a relationship?" Ireth asked curiously. "I have never seen you courting anyone, so frankly I am not all that surprised that you are still single."

Tyelkormo laughed. "I didn't say it bothers me," he explained. "And should I try my hand at courting, I doubt it would be very hard."

"You seem mighty confident about your skills, but do as you wish," Ireth replied with a smile. Tyelkormo nodded, certain of that anyone would fall for his charms should he tell them he had feelings for them. Then again, he wasn't even sure if courting was necessary. Wouldn't it be easier to just skip the troublesome ordeal and simply be together with the one you loved, he thought.

Later they were sitting on a low, thick branch of a pine tree. The day was warm and still, with little clouds in the sky and even less risk of rain.

They chatted a while if this and that, if things of little importance, for a while. At last Tyelkormo yawned and their discussion trailed off. Ireth became quiet as well, but they continued to sit on the branch, together in silence, their feet swinging in mid-air.

"You smell of pines," Tyelkormo said at last breaking the quietness. Ireth looked up, raising an eye-brow.

"What do you mean by that? We are sitting on a pine tree, so undoubtedly there would be other reasons -"

"I like it." Tyelkormo shrugged and leaned in to sniff Ireth's raven black locks. "It's a mix of murky wood and sweet resin."

"So I should take you burying your nose in my hair as a compliment. Does my hair really smell murky?" Ireth snorted.

"And resin,"Tyelkormo added fondly. Ireth, however, remained unimpressed and pushed him away.

"I am sorry, Ireth," Tyelkormo apologized, "but I like the way you smell."

"Hmpf," Ireth snorted with arms filed although still smiling. Tyelkormo could be so silly at times.

Tyelkormo say quietly glancing at his friend every now and then, until at last failing to resist that pine tree smell. This time that he leant in, Ireth leaned away from him, causing him to follow and thus lose his balance. Before he tumbled from the branch, he grabbed hold of anything that he could reach, and thus dragged Ireth down with him as they fell down from the tree into the tall, soft grass beneath.

"You smell off grass," Ireth grumbled, nose buried in Tyelko's chest.

"Well, since we are, as a matter of fact lying in the grass, so undoubtedly-" Tyelkormo laughed, echoing their earlier conversation. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"Maybe," came the teasing reply. "It smells of... cool soil and flowers."

That sounded pleasant enough. Tyelkormo closed his eyes and felt drowsy in the afternoon warmth, too lazy to get up, even had not Ireth laid by his side, face nuzzled against his chest.

"You know what," Ireth sighed at last, looking up and smiling at Tyelkormo. "I am glad you don't have a relationship. How then could you spend time with your cousins?"

Tyelkormo grinned. "Good point," he said without opening his eyes. "That is a privilege I would never give up on. Now you won't have to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous!"

"Certainly not. You just want to keep me for yourself," Tyelkormo replied and let out a yelp as he got a first into his ribs.

"You silly. I don't want to keep you for myself," Ireth said gently and apologized for hitting him by kissing him on the forehead. Tyelkormo opened his eyes and looked into Ireth's eyes.

"Too bad. You'll just have to learn to live with it."