The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë trilled at being lifted, still amused and unused to such things. With his usual size and bearing, it was hardly plausible for him to be carried around, and few people bothered to try except for a joke. It was a strange sensation to be supported by another — like floating but solid, he could feel the arms holding him up and the muscles working to support him. 

He was cautious with his footing and remained leaning against Círdan to steady himself. “I’m used to being in trouble,” he reminded with a smirk, and for once the soft chattering snicker was genuine. “But you shouldn’t have to get used to that, as well. I’ve been meaning to talk to him about this anyhow, given things with him and Salmar. He’s being ridiculous.” Stretching up, he bumped noses playfully, still lingering before having to leave. It was so tempting to wait one more day, just another moon and sun cycle, but waiting would fix nothing. 

“Promise you’ll keep in touch?” he murmured, humming softly. 

Círdan blinked when Salmar was mentioned, he had not expected to hear the other name included.  It added to the list of things that he did not know.  He bent over slightly to be closer to Ossë’s height in the more petite fana, his hands resting lightly on his hips.  He did not want to hold him too close or be tempted to keep him from leaving.  It was better to get this over with rather than draw it out longer, especially if the seas and those that lived upon them were being placed in jeopardy for it.  

“I promise I will keep in touch,” he smiled and raised his head enough to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.  "You should go before I decide to keep you and leave Ulmo to sort out things on his own.“




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



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