Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin

Warnings: AU, blood, character death

Chapter: 8

Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me

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"You ever going to leave?" Rog leaned on a worktable a few spaces down, arms crossed.

"Huh?" Maeglin blinked a few times, looking up from what he'd been working on, only to find the room spinning just a touch. "Bwuh..."

"You've been in a fugue since I gave you a set of the proverbial keys." The mastersmith softly stated, now steering him away from the workbench, as one of the apprentices slipped by to clean up the space. "Which was a good week ago, so..."

"I..." Even if he'd not suddenly been starving and dehydrated, he probably couldn't have won the tug of war over his arm, not when the other's muscles were twice his.

"Also, at least 10 crafts, which is certainly admirable speed, but also..." He was unceremoniously planted on a chair, with a soft squeak, only to squeak again when the taller male leaned in close. "You look about ready to fall over."

He croaked something in answer, which was apparently the wrong thing to do as Rog just shook his head. "I hope this is not how you usually do your work." He shook his head in answer at that, as another apprentice shoved some water in his hands.

The first apprentice slipped in, with a careful stack of boxes, which they placed on the table beside him.

"I'm taking you back to the palace, and you're not leaving your bed for the next two days orso." The Lord of the Hammer of Wrath decreed, before his face softened some. "I know about trying to flee the ghosts of the past, but this is not the way, I assure you."

He flinched at that statement, hiding behind his drink, but graciously that was the only word on the matter. "Can you walk, you think?"

Well, he had managed to walk to this seat, so...

He nearly faceplanted when finding that his legs had taken the first rest-moment in apparently a week to go into sleepmode and refuse service.

"Yeah, I figured." Without another consideration, he was scooped up like a small child. His squeak of protest was ignored, and he also didn't want to be dropped, so he could only let himself be carried out of the forges. "I'm going to be watch you, just so we are clear on that."

The apprentice gently stacked the boxes on his chest, and he automatically reached up to keep the pile from tumbling down. "kay..."

"Good." Blessedly using some backroads, they slipped through a servant's entrance into the large - too large - palace, and up to the guestroom he'd been granted for his stay here. It was too white, too bright... "Nyeh..."

"Shush." He was planted in bed, boxes transfered to a table. "You should decorate it more in your style, you know. It's almost clinical in here." All the curtains were pulled closed, sinking the room into gloom and hiding the white from him.

Despite that, it took him a good while to fall asleep, mind too wound up to fall under sway of his body.