The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë grinned and trilled softly as he looked at the box in his lap and then up at his friend. “I am, actually. You have your chest of secrets, and for once I get to have a box with one. At least for a little while longer, I think I’ll enjoy being on the other side of the secret.” He hummed and tilted his head to press a kiss below an ear. “I could try to learn another secret in exchange, but I think you’d have the advantage.”

His cheek settled against Círdan’s shoulder, using the opportunity to avoid eye contact. “We had another fight,” he murmured, huffing a chatter. “You probably saw. But it was different than they usually are. Our fights tend to be snarling and shouting, a bit of intimidation on either side, and then someone running off. Blame cast, accusations made, nothing really said.” It wasn’t often that he talked about his relationship with his brother — any of them, really. In some ways, they were like a separate life, a separate world, and he didn’t mix them with his life on this shore. “Our last fight, though, we… talked. Loudly, and frighteningly, and angrily. But we talked. He said some things that made me question everything I thought I was. That I have everything he wants, and he is everything I need. That he doesn’t want a loyal vassal, he wants a partner. An equal other half.”

The Maia clicked again and nuzzled at Círdan’s chest. “He said if I understood, I wouldn’t hide things from him and push him as I do. And I know I will never change in doing things on my own — I will never learn to ask permission before I act — but I can try to stop hiding from him. I’m going to try. Tonight, I’m going to go speak with him and…” he trailed off and tensed. “And tell him of things I’ve hidden from him for quite some time.”

With everything that had been going on recently, he had actually overlooked the chest of secrets.  Really, they’d outed a major secret that could not have been physically contained within the chest.  He definitely had a better understanding of how much the secrets could torment the maia and he was glad they had not been a focal point for a while now.

He had noticed there had not been the violent storms but a steady turbulent sea and this would make sense of it.  One hand came to rest on Ossë’s knee and the other at his waist, holding him close as he stayed still and quiet while listening.  It was rare that he heard of his life with his siblings or beneath the waves.  It was all rather surprising and enlightening to hear.  He would not have thought Ulmo looked for an equal partner, he had thought the nature of their relationship and the balance of power had been settled and was comfortable.

“About how much have you been keeping from him?” he asked as he felt the maia tense up.  Círdan was not going to press for exact details, but he had no idea how much had been shared between them.  




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



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