Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin

Warnings: AU, blood, character death

Chapter: 15

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

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The two youths fidgeted in front of the group of Lords that had arrived when they'd been carried into the city. "Eep." Fifty years after his arrival, well after he'd settled into life in Gondolin, there were more new arrivals.

"Men." Glorfindel declared, tilting his head. "Oh my..."

"Is it wise to have them here?" Penlod murmured, arms crossed. The two were probably thinking he was glaring at them, but Maeglin figured it was mostly his resting-annoyed face. He'd become good at reading the others by now.

"Well, it's rather too late for that consideration." Idril admonished the Two-Housed Lord. "We can't kill them just for arriving!" The elves were speaking Sindarin, and if the looks of the two Secondborn was any indication they understood barely anything at all. Someone would have to teach them, or they'd need a translator who knew their tongue.

"But why did Thorondor even bring them here?" Ecthelion looked in the direction the great eagle had disappeared in after delivering his cargo. "Why not bear them home, if need be for his intervention?"

"Also no longer relevant." Egalmoth leaned into Rog a bit, nominally a bit more affectionate, but Maeglin knew that last night had been indulgent night, so he suspected more. He wisely did not suggest it.

One of the others groaned, but he couldn't quite tell who it was as his uncle lead the Men into the city. He broke off from the gather, following them alongside Idril. As Prince and Princess of the city, the two of them would probably get the lion's share of helping them acclimatize. "Do you know the Hadorian dialect?" He whisper-asked his cousin, who briefly sawed her hand. "I only know a bit of Taliska." He admitted. "Is there overlap?"

"Some." She conceded, shrugging lightly. "Same original language, after all. I guess we will all learn from one another."

He hummed in agreement.

"So..." She leaned in a bit. "What's up with you and your neighbors?"

"Pardon, wait what?" He stumbled briefly, looking at her in surprise. "What do you mean with that?"

"You do hang out with them a lot." Idril Celebrindal, heiress of Gondolin, grinned at him.

"We live next to one another, and they keep dragging me everywhere." He defended himself, grumbling a bit. "And in case you missed it, Rog can pick up three normal elves, I can't exactly escape!"

"You are the first they do so much effort for." She countered, winding their arms together as they followed her father up to the palace.

"To quote Egalmoth; 'you shouldn't become a real mole'." He looked over his shoulder, but the other Lords had already disbanded - or at least relocated.