masteroftheseas:

Ossë chattered and shook his head, his hair tossed over a shoulder absently though it wouldn’t stay there long. “And if I made that bed again, where would I put it?“ he wondered, a grin on his lips as he peered down from the corners of his eyes at his friend. “Underwater, a bed filled with water is nearly as redundant as a shipwright named Shipwright. I have no other home on land. No, I fear my lovely bed is destined to be abandoned and left cold and still.”

One of the potential flaws of the bed was that, left alone, water had the tendency to suck out heat and be chill. For the Maia, that was fine, as he was naturally chilled; for guests, however, it could be uncomfortable and required him to manually warm the water himself until it was a cozy nest. He had considered making the beds for some of his Elves before realizing that issue, and he had far better things to spend his time doing than warming beds for Teleri.

“Which is why I like you best," Ossë replied. It was simple, shameless, and honest — not an attempt to win favor or be cute, merely his opinion. “I’ll warm the bed for your visits; it will be nice to see it get some use. And the food in the city is amazing; several of my siblings are quite fond of cooking, and actually good at it. Anything you could ever want will be there to sample.”

“Clearly once upon a time there was another elf named shipwright that was not a shipwright so it was a necessary evil,” he laughed as he made fun of his own name and title combined.  It had never escaped him but after a length of time, the silly notion that came with it turned to habit and he did not question it.  Though he had never met another elf named Círdan, he still did answer to Nowë if the name was known and used.  "Perhaps Uinen uses it while you are tending to the shores?“  it would be a shame to have such a bed going without use though he did wonder how long it could last before the skin of the bladder became brittle or aged.

A smile curved his lips at the idea of Ossë warming the bed and he let the comment pass, the sentiment was quite kind and considerate.  "I would be honored to eat their food,” he assured his friend before laughing once more.  "Do you remember the time the cooks dropped the sea salt on the apricots set out to dry and we did not wish for them to go to waste?  I told others they were a favorite of yours and everyone ate them and cringed the entire time so as not to insult the great and terrible Ossë and his odd choice in desserts,“ it had been an off hand comment at first, but then they were served with the explanation.  He had tried them himself and oh they were terrible.  

"I hope they are not there if they make such a wide array of foods,” Círdan added after a moment, well aware the maia might get a sense of humor with the idea.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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