masteroftheseas:

Ossë smiled and rumbled a soft, pleased note at the offer. It was kind, and reassuring, but he feared he wouldn’t take advantage. Because in the end, he feared. What if he didn’t make sounds as Círdan had, and there was no way to know he was suffering? What if in the time it took for him to show signs of his discomfort, he had to watch the oceans dry up, his wife die in his arms, his brother collapse in suffering? What if there was something else in his mind he didn’t even know was there, a worse image, and he’d never be safe from it again? His clicks and whispered whines spoke his thoughts for him before he could mute himself and he wiggled his fingers to squeeze Círdan’s in thanks. “Should I decide to try,“ he agreed, “I can think of few others I would trust to be there.”

The darkness from moments earlier was forcefully and intentionally pushed aside. Stuffed into a corner to deal with later, or not at all, but not for right then when he had only a few minutes to cherish before he was forced back out to the sea for Father knew how long. Days, perhaps weeks — perhaps longer. That was not the time for fear and grief and worry. It was the time for a low trill and wicked grin. “Not on a regular basis, but on an irregular one? There are other dreams?“ he teased.

He softened at the gentle words of love and the fingers in his hair. “Im meleth le.” But then he cooed and chirped and turned his head to brush a kiss to his wrist, another to the palm of his hand. “Ᾱḫurâmikašabū inậqæreb napiðšiyû,” he murmured, a low drone of rough, lilting sounds that rose and fell like a wave.

He frowned as he saw the furrow of Ossë’s brow coupled with the clicks and soft whines.  It was obvious that he was thinking about something but Círdan could only guess about it.  He did smile when the maia gave his fingers a squeeze.  Really, he could not imagine Ossë sleeping, but it was touching that he would be among those he trusted to be present for it.  He hazarded to guess that the others were other ainur.  

“Of course there are other dreams,” he chuckled and rolled his eyes.  "You will have all the time in the world to find out what they are or even inspire new ones,“ which was true and the idea was exciting.  The idea of peaceful times stretched out ahead of them was a lovely idea, no more concerns about protecting and maintaining his land.  

Círdan had been calming down from the kisses to his wrist and then his palm before he heard the words that sounded like a wave.  A brow arched and he tugged on Ossë’s hand to try to coax him up closer.  "I have no idea what you just said,” he admitted with a sheepish grin.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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