The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë thrummed softly into the kiss, pleased that his gift was well-received even if it was only yet half-realized. Smiling as he nipped lightly at Círdan’s lip, his expression (though softer on a female face) was its usual wicked excitement when he made something.

“It’s me,” he finished for him. “A piece of me, at least. I felt guilty that I could not be with you as often as I would like; with Uinen, even if I am not beside her physically, she is always with me here,” he explained, lifting a hand to tap a finger against his own temple. “Whenever I need her, or miss her, or just wish to chat, she’s right here.”

The brooch looked innocent enough, but he had bound a small bit of himself into its jewels in a risky play. Such magic was innocent enough in innocent hands, but if another Ainu were to find it and have ill intentions it was a dangerous key. “You deserve better than an Ainu who leaves for days at a time and rolls in with a storm. I may not be able to be physically with you as often as you deserve — not now, at least, perhaps one day I can hope my duties will lessen — but I can always be with you here.” This time he tapped against Círdan’s temple, then slid his fingers into the silver hair. “If you ever wish to speak to me, about anything, at any time, you have a key to my mind.”

It was a bit of Ossë bound to the brooch.  Oh, it was an easy connection to make to the last time any knew of someone else binding themselves to a bit of jewelry but he was making a connection - he had not poured all of himself into it.  Or at least he hoped not.  Closing his hand around the brooch, he moved to hold it against his heart.  

“You did not need to do this, meleth,” he insisted softly.  It was almost overwhelming to think he was trusted this much, to be given a piece of Ossë, to have something that would link them together no matter the distance … he was not sure how to react, how to even process this.  He turned his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of Ossë’s wrist as he played with his hair.

“It is more than I could have ever dreamed to ask of you and I will treasure it and protect it always,” he would certainly take to wearing it, even if it was not always publicly displayed.




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



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