The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë smoothed his skirt properly before sitting, perched more on the edge of the chair than comfortably settled back. He kicked his feet out to hover parallel to the ground, bare toes curling and flexing as he grinned. It was still so thrilling to be called a loving petname. The little box sat on his lap teasingly. “I thought it would be a nice touch.”

His feet dropped onto the ground silently. “Remember the other night, discussing wishes, and I told you what I would wish for? My hopes to get along better with Ulmo?” He fiddled with the outer layer of his dress, lifting it and looking at the floor through the distortion of the semi-transparent fabric. Little clicks still dotted his words like misplaced punctuation. “I might have a chance at it.”

He glanced up at Círdan with an almost uncertain expression, then lifted the little box and swung onto his feet so he could pad over to him. Without asking or waiting for invitation, he sat instead on the Elf’s lap, shifting to get comfortable and snuggle against his chest, legs draping over an armrest. The box dropped into his lap again and he smiled and chattered softly. “Funny, apparently I didn’t need a magic swan, I could just make wishes on you. It’s no surprise you kept that power a secret, though, you wouldn’t want midgets running around you all the time.”

“That’s fantastic!” he perked up at the idea of Ulmo and Ossë being able to get along better.  Those two always seemed to be at odds for one reason or another and he would have thought a vassal and vala would get along better.  He knew something was bothering Ulmo lately, he had said so much himself but he was still lost as ever as to what it might be.  "How do you think you are going to manage that?“

A faint blush coloring his cheeks as he suddenly found Ossë wiggling a bit in his lap.  Well now, that had not been expected.  He looped his arms around the maia, idly toying with the lightweight fabric that draped over his knees.  "Mm, no midgets and I would rather not lay any sort of funny eggs,” he added as he pressed a kiss to his temple.  "Are you having fun tormenting my curiosity with that box?“




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cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



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