The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë grinned as their brows touched, quiet and still as he waited. He kept his own thoughts quieted, not wanting to disturb Círdan as he concentrated. Though such communication was as simple as verbal communication to him, he didn’t know if it was harder for Elves, or how much effort it took. But just before he stirred to try to offer advice, he heard his love’s thought, his words, and trilled softly in excitement.

He leaned his cheek into the caress and grinned, eyes bright as he replied in the same manner. “Im meleth le, Nowë, more than I can ever express.” Even as he thought it he leaned up to kiss him lightly, lingering close. “And nothing will ever change that.” 

It was tempting to stay like that all evening, but he knew eventually he’d need to go. He kept his thoughts hidden as he tried to decide how much to reveal, but for now, he’d stick to his words to Ulmo:  it was his place to tell Círdan how he felt. Ossë had taken long enough and been nervous enough about his own love, he wouldn’t worry himself over someone else’s. “Whenever you need me,” he murmured instead, smiling as he tipped his head to nuzzle at his throat. “Any time, any reason, I’m here. Always.”

Círdan let out a startled sound - a combination of a gasp, a laugh and surprised yip as he heard the words so clearly in his mind and they were tinted with the emotion.  It was amazing and more than he imagined.  He was all too happy to meet the kiss and to hold to it, lightly tracing his fingers along Ossë’s throat.  

He did not go about searching for secrets or thoughts.  Instead, he set the brooch down in the box once more.  No part of him touched it and for now they would have to communicate like normal.  Even without the brooch, Círdan could recognize when Ossë was starting to prepare himself for something important.  He had the same mannerisms when he was going to meet with Ulmo or even if he was going to torment the Corsairs.  

“Is it wrong of me to think of keeping you here rather than sending you off to be scolded?” he mumbled, smoothing his hand along Ossë’s arm. “I won’t do such a thing, but I admit it is a tempting idea.”




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



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