Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin

Warnings: AU, blood, character death

Chapter: 7

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

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On the one hand, he liked the time with the last two lords the most, as while they mourned his mother, they did not pity him for losing her. From all the others, he had felt some degree of pity.

On the other, he was the most worried about them. He could see his parents mirrored in them and despite their love for one another, his parents had killed one another. Now he assumed that killing was not liable to happen in the context of these two, surely there was a distinct danger inherent to their relationship...

And if there wasn't, how had his parents gone so sideways? That was something he did not want to consider too long.

"Rog." Egalmoth pulled his hair free from his husband's hands. "Behave."

Rog showed teeth, but obediently dropped his hand.

"You're disgusting." Turgon muttered, nursing a cup of tea. "I am so glad you live on the other side of the city from me."

"I am trying my best." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch adjusted his braids, light bouncing from the gems that decorated them. "But Rog's about the worst of the Kindi we have."

"Oy." Said Kindi glared at him.

"This is normal." Idril had kindly been giving him little sidenotes of those they were visiting. He probably should thank her for that in some way at some point. Perhaps make her some jewelry-pieces, since he was pretty sure his style different greatly from what he'd seen of most of the smiths in Gondolin.

"Sadly." His uncle added darkly, which earned him another set of looks from their hosts.

"I do believe you set us up, cousin." Rog smirked, one hand inching towards his husband's hair.

"To my eternal regret, you two are disgusting." It was quite interesting to see how his uncle was without the crown between him and whatever interactions he was having with those around him.

Almost in answer, Egalmoth thumped his spouse's arm when realizing there were fingers in his hair again. From the look he gave their King, he wanted to say something, but refrained for some reason. Something to consider at some point.

Maeglin reached for his own drink, drawing the attention to him again. "Mmh?"

"I just remembered you mentioned you are a smith." Egalmoth pointed out. "Rog could take you to the forges some time?"

"Oh, yes, that'd be nice." He agreed, looking at Rog. "If that's not a problem."

"I am sure I can find you a spot." The pale-haired male waved his hand, leaning back into his seat. "At what point are you in your works, if I may ask?"

"Oh... I..." That had gone a bit faster than expected, but he caught himself quickly. "Daggers and knives, mostly." He leaned down, pulling a dagger from his boot and passing it over. "This is one of my more recent works."

At least, of those he'd thought to take along on what should have been a few weeks away from home, but was becoming distinctly longer, if not permanent.

Rog hummed over it a bit, only briefly looking away when Egalmoth leaned against his shoulder to have a look as well. "Good work, I see some dwarvish influences?"

"My father often visited them, exchanging things." He confirmed, ignoring the light flinch in his uncle at the mention of his father. "Learned most of his craft from them, at least the basics, from what I know."

"I can pick you up at Turgon's tomorrow, show you the smithies." The dagger was passed back over, and he slid it back into his boot.

"I'd like that."