Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin
Warnings: AU, blood, character death
Chapter: 18
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Maeglin considered his mirror-image deeply that morning, being very relieved he never really made eye-contact with anyone. They'd certainly be seeing something interesting if they did, which would make the rumors infinitely worse.
Outside, the rain came in thick sheets, cloud-cover so thick he had seen plenty of brighter nights. If he were the religious type, he'd almost assume it to be the physical sign of Manwë's disapproval of what had happened in this building last night. Luckily for his peace of mind, he was hardly religious to begin with.
Stepping up to the bathroom window, he considered the palace rising over the city. Had his uncle noticed anything, he wondered? Surely the rumors had to have reached the brother of Aredhel at some point, right?
Raising his hand, he covered the palace with it, only the most outer wings now still visible. Beyond those rose several mansions of other Lords, who were among the spreaders of the rumors.
None of them had spoken to him about them, only Idril having made some mention of it, back when the two Men had arrived in the city. At this rate, it wouldn't surprise him if she was the only one who'd notice if Morgoth were beyond the city-walls.
The Prince of Gondolin tilted his head, looking past his own hand. He couldn't see the rooms of his uncle or his cousin, which was why he dared so openly stand in a house not his own this early in the morning. Anyone who'd spot him now would know he'd staid the night.
"Please do not tell me that you got morning-regrets?" Rog appeared in the doorway leading out of the luxurious bathroom of the House of the Heavenly Arch. He was not risking anything by being this close to a window, since everyone knew he was married to the Lord of this House.
"Not at all." The youngest of the three made eye-contact. He frowned a bit when noticing that there was no indication that the other smith had married someone else aside from his first husband. Though he figured since the Lord of the Hammer of Wrath did make much eye-contact, it was for the better that his bonds were indistinguishable from one another on sight. Part of him wondered if they'd be noticed by Song, if someone applied it right?
"Then stop frowning." The white-haired male reached over, smoothing a thumb over his brow. "Egalmoth's fidgeting enough without you making it worse."
"Does he have morning-after regrets?" The Valinor-born had been the most hesitant about it all, though in the end he had freely agreed to cross this last barrier between them. If any of them were liable to have morning-regrets, it'd be the one who had been around when the Statute of Miriel had been made, not either of the ones having only heard about it second-hand and never having met any of the relevant people.
"Ask him yourself, little one." Rog smiled faintly, and Maeglin didn't need their new marriage-bond to hear the silent 'it'll help'. Honestly, at this point, the three-way marriage had been a mere afterthought of them all, more for the sake of not having to keep considering when to stop whenever the mood drove them there.
"Watch your back." He threatened instead at being called 'little one', sweeping past his elder to search for the other part of this little triangle.