The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë closed his eyes as he listened. Again he felt a pang of guilt — should he tell Círdan why Ulmo was so distant towards him suddenly? reveal a secret he was asked to keep? likely draw more ire and possibly lose his Elf? That was the real test, there — how confident did he feel with this relationship? Hadn’t Círdan said he loved the sea, and was Ulmo not truly the sea?

Clicking low in the quiet room, he fiddled with the box in his hand. “Yes, well. I have everything he wants,” he repeated softly, then lifted the box again in offer. “Go on. This conversation’s turned darker than I meant for it to, I think you’ve earned this.”

He smiled and nestled against his chest as he watched, taking the seaweed from Círdan to braid it into his hair as another little gift. The box beneath the parchment was wood carved with patterns of waves and seabirds on the lid and around the sides — though he didn’t do it much, Ossë did have skill with wood and carvings. Inside, a blue and gold swan brooch was nestled in a bed of dark blue velvet.

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“Riddles, riddles,” he muttered against Ossë’s hair.  What did Ossë have that Ulmo wanted?  An other half, maybe?  Long had Ulmo kept himself isolated from others.  Maybe he wanted his own elves in the way that the maia had some, really there were numerous options but his talks with the Vala had become so few and far between that he was rapidly realizing how little he knew of him.  His shoulders slumped a fraction and a frown started to form, the same feeling returning to his gut that set him on edge like the other day on the beach.  For all his sight, he did not like being in the dark.  Ulmo had given him so much and still he did not know how to even begin to repay him beyond obedience and adoration.

He was drawn from his thoughts as he was offered the box, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest as the seaweed was plaited into his hair.  For a moment, he simply admired the craftsmanship that went into the box and recognized the skill instantly - the same hands that made this had been the ones to teach him the craft.  No matter what the box contained, the box itself would remain a treasure to him as well. 

“It’s lovely,” the words came instantly as he saw the swan.  He carefully lifted it from the box, setting the wooden treasure off to the side before cradling it in his palm.  "It’s … “ he trailed off as his brow knit, there was something more to the brooch.  The weight to it in his palm, almost an energy from it that was vaguely like the residual feeling he still felt on his finger - the lingering echo of Narya - but also something that felt almost like a word stuck on the tip of his tongue.  He could not quite place it.  

Instead he looked to Ossë, leaning closer to duck his head so he could capture his lips in a gentle kiss.




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



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