Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin

Warnings: AU, blood, character death

Chapter: 10

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

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"You are perfect." Rog purred into his shoulder-blade. The both of them were on a mossy patch of ground, tucked away in a small clearing of the small forest on Rog's grounds.

Well, they were on his robes, on the mossy patch of ground. He was not that perfect.

"You make it worth my while." He chuckled, stretching a bit. "Even if I am so sure you gave me a hickey again."

"I did not!" The smith surged up, leaning over him. "I did not."

Egalmoth booped him on the nose, which was a sharp contrast to what they'd been doing just a few minutes ago. "I will not trust that statement until I've encountered a mirror." Then again, hickeys - depending on location - were on his list of allowed things for these events, so he wouldn't blame his husband. He would tease him, however.

"And then you say I am a menace." The Kindi who had carried some things from Angband muttered darkly, sitting up. "You. deserve. this." He accentuated each word with a poke, which send his Noldorian spouse scuttling away from him.

The Lord of the Heavenly Arch did not need a mirror to know how he looked now. The naked love - and slightly less naked lust - in his husband's eyes was plenty to get the point across. It had taken them a good few decades to work out the arrangement that allowed Rog to indulge without overstepping his own boundaries, as their tastes in these matters were almost wholy antithetical to one another.

And if that meant he'd once in a while ended up in the garden rather than the bed, than he was alright with it.

"Did you at least do me the courtesy to have some drinks around here?" He demanded instead, returning to the robes that were their only protection from the elements, for all that the summer's night was liable to be cold... not very, at all.

"To be honest, I figured the chase to last a bit longer." Rog returned to his side, nipping at the tender flesh on his shoulder. "You were easy tonight, my love."

"Rog." He resisted the urge to boop his husband again, knowing that would just end up in a round 2 before he got any drinks. "Behave... for like half an hour."

"And not a second longer."

He was pointed to the picknickbasket that had been tucked not that far away, all things considered. He was very suspicious that it was so very close to a large fallen tree. When he returned, he found he'd lost his spouse's attention, Rog staring at some bushes. "Something wrong?" He set the basket down beside the utterly ruined robes.

"Thought I heard something."

"Of course you heard something, we're in the middle of the forest, you chased me through two thirds..."

"One third, you were easy." Rog interrupted him automatically.

"Half then." Egalmoth did boop him now, arms crossed. "We probably spooked all the wildlife in here, and I don't want to know exactly what lives in here exactly considering how much upkeep this place gets. Let the poor mouse find a new sleeping-spot in peace, will you?"

He was answered with a growl, and a look that promised he'd be busy for the next few hours.