Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin
Warnings: AU, blood, character death
Chapter: 17
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was when there was a particular intense bout of rains, leaving everyone stuck indoors, or having to channel a very drowned cat even for a short walk.
"The Statute of Míriel is a thing, you know." Egalmoth pointed out, long hair being braided by his husband.
"What are they going to do though? Make one of us drop dead on the spot?" Maeglin demanded softly where he was massaging the Valinor-born's ankles gently. "Pretty sure everyone says we're practically forsaken by them anyway over here."
"They'd have made the case for a reason, though?" Rog was going back and forth on whose side he was in this particular debate, fueling both of them. Neither believed him fully when he said that he 'just wanted them to cover all their bases', mostly because he was never able to repeat all of them. "Unless it's some rule about double-teaming."
"Well, that's already a bust, considering how often you two bully me." The Lord of the Heavenly Arch looked up, flicking the chin of the Lord of the Hammer of Wrath, and probably would have done likewise to the Mole, if he were able to reach. "Case in point, these last few hours."
"Makes one wonder if we ought not to have continued a bit longer, if he can sass like this." Discussion half-forgotten, the Prince of Gondolin leaned over to the neat coils of rope they'd freed Egalmoth from half an hour ago.
"Don't. You. Dare." The dark-skinned male snarled in answer.
"Or what? Will you make one of drop dead on the spot?" Rog leaned down, tugging on a strand of hair. "There's a reason I allowed Maeglin into our bedroom, my love."
"Starting to wonder why I did." Egalmoth moved to sitting, crossing his arms while sitting back against the headboard. "Why did I get myself another handful of annoying smith, again?"
"Pretty sure I am more than one." Maeglin purred with a grin, leaning in close. "Unless you have some tiny hands."
Rog threw his head back with the barking laugh natural to him. "Let's find out, my Prince?" He pulled the slighter male close. "And leave our fragile little archer recover."
"I will find a way to divorce you." It was an empty threat. "And then I'll marry Maeglin, and he'll treat me nice." The archer slid to the side, giving them their space, and leaning back for a show.
"Assuming I don't claim him first." Maeglin purred at that, nuzzling into the older smith's arms. "See, I am his favorite." At that statement, he recoiled some.
"Wow, trying to make me choose?" He sank his teeth into the skin near his face, to a low groan. "Rude."
"Our greedy prince." Egalmoth chuckled, flopping onto the bed, his head half in their laps. "Wanting to have everything."
"And don't you forget it." He sank his hand into the black mass of hair, pulling briefly. He grinned at the look the two older Lords shared. He could practically see the thought being passed along their marriage-bond.
He had settled here, but he always still wondered if he'd ever have to leave it. What if they ever got word of trouble in Doriath, would he feel obliged to plead with his uncle to let him leave?
"You ought to claim us then, my prince." Rog's arms settled around his shoulders, draping down his chest.
"Now that, I'd like to see." Egalmoth rolled a bit, getting comfortable on his back. He smiled up at the both of them, reaching for Maeglin's hair.