((moaning meme that I wrote way too much for here have a thing.)) 

After having taken on Ulmo’s duties on top of his own, Ossë was in for long days and long nights of managing everything ‘by hand’, as he lacked the gift for music to control the waters so utterly that way. It meant visiting every lake and pond, every stream and river, and even checking through varying woodlands to be sure the rain was neither too sparse nor too heavy. It was exhausting. The fact it meant he had little time to spend on the coasts did not help, and he found himself bitterly missing a soft bed and warm Elf as he journeyed around the frozen northern lands to check the snows.

Then he heard his name. Pausing his work, he let his attention drift to focus on the source, and was pleasantly surprised at what he found. Círdan had called for him, and he chirped softly and started to reply mentally with the hope that his Elf had his brooch – when he noticed his Elf was actually asleep. How sweet, he was missing him in his sleep!

Just as he was about to turn his focus away and continue his work with the preen-worthy idea of being featured in a dream, Círdan murmured his name again. And then Ossë recognized the tone of the call. He squeaked and grinned, and debated his options. He could continue on, and wait until another day to mention it, or not mention it at all, and that was likely the 'proper’ course; or, he could leave his tasks for a little while and go curl up with his Elf and tease him. Obviously, there was only one thing to do.

Abandoning the snowy tundras for now, he raced on the winds back south and west to Mithlond, taking form as he touched down in Círdan’s room. Unclothed except for his fana, he crawled onto the mattress and settled himself close against his side, his cheek propped on his fist, elbow on the pillow. He smirked to hear his name again and rumbled a low, pleased thrum.

Círdan did miss Ossë - he knew he was busy and he had no intention of calling him away from his added duties unless there was an emergency.  It was a good chance for the maia to prove himself to Ulmo, maybe it would finally settle some trust issues between the two of them.  

He was quite used to spending his nights with the maia and without him the room was oddly quiet and the bed was quite empty.  There were no trills, clicks or chatters that went with the soft breeze from the coast or the sound of the surf.  To be honest, he felt further from the sea even though his position had not changed in the least.

Certainly was not aware he had been saying Ossë’s name.  Even in his sleep he was aware when he arrived as the bed dipped and he settled close.  Círdan rolled closer, draping an arm around his waist as he hugged him closer with a contented hum before he stilled and realized this was not the insubstantial feeling of a dream but something very real.  Blinking his eyes open, he looked up to the maia with a slightly sheepish grin as reality caught up with him.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon