MementoMoriquendi

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Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Ah! How fascinating! I shall ask the gardener about the shells.” Tyelpë’s ears twitched in response to the question. “Oh, oh! Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If you’d like.” Morhien wasn’t entirely sure how kissing would be helpful but damned if he’d turn down the invitation. Stepping close the wood-elf slid a hand into Tyelpe’s hair and drew his noldo in, soft at first and then more passionate, nipping gently at Tyelp’s lip before drawing back to breathe. “like this?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh my, mmm…” Tyelpë closed his eyes in appreciation. “What were we making again?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien chuckled, kissing the tip of Tyelp’s nose. “Pancakes. You were suggesting ways I could be helpful.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh right. Well.” Tyelpë turned back to the counter, his head full of romantic thoughts. “So, you just mix all the ingredients like this. It’s easy. Do it for me, and I’ll heat up the pan.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you command, treasure.” Morhien couldn’t resist a quick kiss on Tyelp’s cheek, smiling at his lover. He could spend all day kissing Tyelpë.  He combined the ingredients in the bowl like Tyelp showed him, mixing it all together- surprised to find he was humming to himself, an old tune from the first age. He hadn’t felt at ease enough to do that since- well, since he’d last had a home. Strange, that Tyelpë should bring that same comfort with him.

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Morhien’s lovely humming seemed familiar. “I thought you were a Second Ager, darling,” Tyelpë smiled to him. “Were you around before?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“Hmm? Oh. A bit- I was born a few years before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, though I don’t remember too much of that time. Just that almost half of the clan went to fight alongside the Noldor armies, and a bare handful returned- and then we never stayed anywhere too long. After the Nirnaeth, Grandmother decided we’d lost enough to the wars, and took us east so we stayed well out of it until the Valar finally got off their high-and-mighty arses to finish what should never have begun.” Morhien handed the mixed ingredients to Tyelp, leaning on the counter to watch him work. “I’m not sure if I’d call what we did in the first age ‘living’ so much as ‘not-getting-killed-yet’. Most of my life before I- before I died, when there was something to live for, was in the Second Age… and from what I heard after, I managed to miss all the -ahem- important parts. Not sure if that’s a bad thing, really. Probably would have done something foolish, once Sauron revealed himself and war started up again in earnest- found some truly dire end. But by the time that started I was at least a century gone. In the end I got to reunite with my clan, for a while… I was just about the last of us. Took longest to die.” Morhien gave a rueful grin. “Got to finally meet my father- actually meet, not a child’s recollection. He died in the Nirnaeth. I- it was good, to know that I wasn’t a disappointment like I feared, because I was not a mighty warrior like he had been.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë let the first pancake sizzle away while he cupped his partner’s face comfortingly. “Fuck mighty warriors. They screwed up more of the wolrd than they did good to it. I am glad to have you. Tell me, love, is your father still around? And others? Shall I meet them?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien covered Tyelp’s hand with his own, comforted more than he could say by that simple touch. “No, though I wish you could. I think- I think they’d like you. You’re kind down to the bones, and you have such fire.... they’d’ve loved you.” the wood-elf sighed, memories aching like an old wound. “I’m the only one who came back... I couldn’t bear to remain in Mandos any more. Too still, too unchanging. I wasn’t ready, when I died; maybe I came back too soon. Missed the world too much. But I- if they choose to return, before Arda remade, I’d like you to meet my clan. If only so they might know the generous elf who saved their foolish youngest... who made him happy for the first time in years.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Ah! How fascinating! I shall ask the gardener about the shells.” Tyelpë’s ears twitched in response to the question. “Oh, oh! Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If you’d like.” Morhien wasn’t entirely sure how kissing would be helpful but damned if he’d turn down the invitation. Stepping close the wood-elf slid a hand into Tyelpe’s hair and drew his noldo in, soft at first and then more passionate, nipping gently at Tyelp’s lip before drawing back to breathe. “like this?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh my, mmm…” Tyelpë closed his eyes in appreciation. “What were we making again?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien chuckled, kissing the tip of Tyelp’s nose. “Pancakes. You were suggesting ways I could be helpful.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh right. Well.” Tyelpë turned back to the counter, his head full of romantic thoughts. “So, you just mix all the ingredients like this. It’s easy. Do it for me, and I’ll heat up the pan.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you command, treasure.” Morhien couldn’t resist a quick kiss on Tyelp’s cheek, smiling at his lover. He could spend all day kissing Tyelpë.  He combined the ingredients in the bowl like Tyelp showed him, mixing it all together- surprised to find he was humming to himself, an old tune from the first age. He hadn’t felt at ease enough to do that since- well, since he’d last had a home. Strange, that Tyelpë should bring that same comfort with him.

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Morhien’s lovely humming seemed familiar. “I thought you were a Second Ager, darling,” Tyelpë smiled to him. “Were you around before?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“Hmm? Oh. A bit- I was born a few years before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, though I don’t remember too much of that time. Just that almost half of the clan went to fight alongside the Noldor armies, and a bare handful returned- and then we never stayed anywhere too long. After the Nirnaeth, Grandmother decided we’d lost enough to the wars, and took us east so we stayed well out of it until the Valar finally got off their high-and-mighty arses to finish what should never have begun.” Morhien handed the mixed ingredients to Tyelp, leaning on the counter to watch him work. “I’m not sure if I’d call what we did in the first age ‘living’ so much as ‘not-getting-killed-yet’. Most of my life before I- before I died, when there was something to live for, was in the Second Age... and from what I heard after, I managed to miss all the -ahem- important parts. Not sure if that’s a bad thing, really. Probably would have done something foolish, once Sauron revealed himself and war started up again in earnest- found some truly dire end. But by the time that started I was at least a century gone. In the end I got to reunite with my clan, for a while... I was just about the last of us. Took longest to die.” Morhien gave a rueful grin. “Got to finally meet my father- actually meet, not a child’s recollection. He died in the Nirnaeth. I- it was good, to know that I wasn’t a disappointment like I feared, because I was not a mighty warrior like he had been.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Ah! How fascinating! I shall ask the gardener about the shells.” Tyelpë’s ears twitched in response to the question. “Oh, oh! Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If you’d like.” Morhien wasn’t entirely sure how kissing would be helpful but damned if he’d turn down the invitation. Stepping close the wood-elf slid a hand into Tyelpe’s hair and drew his noldo in, soft at first and then more passionate, nipping gently at Tyelp’s lip before drawing back to breathe. “like this?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh my, mmm…” Tyelpë closed his eyes in appreciation. “What were we making again?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien chuckled, kissing the tip of Tyelp’s nose. “Pancakes. You were suggesting ways I could be helpful.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh right. Well.” Tyelpë turned back to the counter, his head full of romantic thoughts. “So, you just mix all the ingredients like this. It’s easy. Do it for me, and I’ll heat up the pan.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you command, treasure.” Morhien couldn’t resist a quick kiss on Tyelp’s cheek, smiling at his lover. He could spend all day kissing Tyelpë.  He combined the ingredients in the bowl like Tyelp showed him, mixing it all together- surprised to find he was humming to himself, an old tune from the first age. He hadn’t felt at ease enough to do that since- well, since he’d last had a home. Strange, that Tyelpë should bring that same comfort with him.

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Ah! How fascinating! I shall ask the gardener about the shells.” Tyelpë’s ears twitched in response to the question. “Oh, oh! Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If you’d like.” Morhien wasn’t entirely sure how kissing would be helpful but damned if he’d turn down the invitation. Stepping close the wood-elf slid a hand into Tyelpe’s hair and drew his noldo in, soft at first and then more passionate, nipping gently at Tyelp’s lip before drawing back to breathe. “like this?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“O-oh my, mmm…” Tyelpë closed his eyes in appreciation. “What were we making again?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien chuckled, kissing the tip of Tyelp’s nose. “Pancakes. You were suggesting ways I could be helpful.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Ah! How fascinating! I shall ask the gardener about the shells.” Tyelpë’s ears twitched in response to the question. “Oh, oh! Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If you’d like.” Morhien wasn’t entirely sure how kissing would be helpful but damned if he’d turn down the invitation. Stepping close the wood-elf slid a hand into Tyelpe’s hair and drew his noldo in, soft at first and then more passionate, nipping gently at Tyelp’s lip before drawing back to breathe. “like this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“The shells? What do you do with the shells besides throwing them to trash?” Tyelpë blinked at him, a little puzzled, and opened a cabinet from which sprang forth a garbage can. “Right here sweetie.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien half-shrugged. “Crush them up and mix them with potting soil, mostly. Eggshells work good as fertilizer. Also ‘keeps the soil aerated’ whatever that means- I grew some plants but more as a hobby, I don’t know how it all works. I know mint liked eggshells, back when I had the space for a small herb garden. Probably likes eggshells even more now it’s in a pot on the windowsill.” The mint plant hadn’t precisely thrived in the years since he’d been driven out of his home but Morhien had done what he could- and the plant, by it’s own will or the blessing of Yavanna, was far too stubborn to give up; much like the elf who tended it.  Morhien tossed the shells in a gentle underhand, right into the bin. “What else can I do to help, treasure?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just… can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

“Besides burnt!” Tyelpë laughed out and pecked Morhien on the cheek lightly. “Yes, I do have blueberries. “I can let you beat the eggs, sweetie?”

In the kitchen, Tyelpë indeed handed Morhien a couple eggs, a whisk, and a bowl. “Do you know how to do this?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien nodded. “Like scrambled eggs, but without the pepper.” Don’t get shell in the bowl, don’t whisk so vigorously egg spills everywhere. He hopped up onto a barstool and started cracking and whisking eggs. “What you want done with the shells, sweetheart?” 

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft…” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Absolutely Erudamn beautiful,” Tyelpë approved. He turned on a light above some kind of display that held his jewelry. There, he selected lovely gold and green earrings, dangly teardrop-shaped ones, and offered them to Morhien.

[mementomoriquendi]

“Make those yourself, too, treasure?” Morhien stared at the gorgeous jewellery- he was tempted. Sorely tempted. But- “I don’t have piercings, sweetheart. I can’t wear them. And where I live- lived- it’ll attract the hungry sort of attention…” he sighed with longing and shook his head. “Maybe another time?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Made by me, yes.” Tyelpë’s look saddened, but soon gave way to a smile as he pulled out an ear cuff shaped like a dragon crawling around the earlobe, with green stones for eyes. “Here. This does not require piercing. I want you to have it. Wear it some other time. And, heh, guess I’ll dress more plainly than usual then.” He close straight grey pants and a black sweater with a white shirt. These thingns still probably looked too classy for Morhien’s neighborhood, but it was the best (or, worst) Tyelpë could do.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien gasped, cradling the ear-cuff in his hands. He was no craftsman but even a simple elf like Morhien could see the care and craftsmanship that went into the piece- Tyelp had even given it tiny tiny scales! “are you sure, treasure? this is gorgeous-” he finally tore his eyes away from the sparkling dragon- he could swear there was a sparkle of intelligence in those gemstone eyes- and saw Tyelpe, getting the breath knocked out of him for the second time. “You’re gorgeous”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You flatterer,” Tyelpë purred and went in for a kiss. “Of course you can keep that, sweetie. I want to make you happy!”

[mementomoriquendi]

Kissing Tyelpe was always so good- like liquid sunshine infused directly into his blood. “You make me happy, treasure, you make me so happy…” he held the beautiful ear cuff as delicately as he would a baby bird. “Thank you- for this, and everything. I- thank you.” Morhien hugged Tyelpe close for a minute, before stepping back and looking around for his shoes. “Shall we?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You don’t need any shoes, cutie?” Tyelpë inquired, gently tapping Morhien’s foot with his. “And don’t you want to have breakfast first, my love?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Oh. Morhien had rather forgot ‘breakfast’ was a thing people did. “If you’d like. I was just thinking, y’know, over faster. I guess breakfast is something you do normally though. Wouldn’t want to stop that. I’m just not used to it. Do… do you have pancakes?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë looked at that poor new boyfriend of his, almost tearing up. “Not yet, but I am about to make some. How do you like them, my love?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“Any way besides burnt. Blueberries are nice, though. But you don’t have to. Don’t want to put you out of your way or anything.” If he was’t careful Morhien may well get used to regular meals and Tyelpe’s kind indulgence. Not that any of it was bad, just... can’t let himself get too comfortable or when something inevitably throws a wrench into all the pleasantness he won’t be able to adjust back. More pressingly, Morhien didn’t want to be a burden- the less difficult he made everything for Tyelpe, the longer Tyelp would want him nearby. “I. I’m not very good in the kitchen but if you tell me what to do, I could help?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft…” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Absolutely Erudamn beautiful,” Tyelpë approved. He turned on a light above some kind of display that held his jewelry. There, he selected lovely gold and green earrings, dangly teardrop-shaped ones, and offered them to Morhien.

[mementomoriquendi]

“Make those yourself, too, treasure?” Morhien stared at the gorgeous jewellery- he was tempted. Sorely tempted. But- “I don’t have piercings, sweetheart. I can’t wear them. And where I live- lived- it’ll attract the hungry sort of attention…” he sighed with longing and shook his head. “Maybe another time?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Made by me, yes.” Tyelpë’s look saddened, but soon gave way to a smile as he pulled out an ear cuff shaped like a dragon crawling around the earlobe, with green stones for eyes. “Here. This does not require piercing. I want you to have it. Wear it some other time. And, heh, guess I’ll dress more plainly than usual then.” He close straight grey pants and a black sweater with a white shirt. These thingns still probably looked too classy for Morhien’s neighborhood, but it was the best (or, worst) Tyelpë could do.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien gasped, cradling the ear-cuff in his hands. He was no craftsman but even a simple elf like Morhien could see the care and craftsmanship that went into the piece- Tyelp had even given it tiny tiny scales! “are you sure, treasure? this is gorgeous-” he finally tore his eyes away from the sparkling dragon- he could swear there was a sparkle of intelligence in those gemstone eyes- and saw Tyelpe, getting the breath knocked out of him for the second time. “You’re gorgeous”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You flatterer,” Tyelpë purred and went in for a kiss. “Of course you can keep that, sweetie. I want to make you happy!”

[mementomoriquendi]

Kissing Tyelpe was always so good- like liquid sunshine infused directly into his blood. “You make me happy, treasure, you make me so happy…” he held the beautiful ear cuff as delicately as he would a baby bird. “Thank you- for this, and everything. I- thank you.” Morhien hugged Tyelpe close for a minute, before stepping back and looking around for his shoes. “Shall we?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You don’t need any shoes, cutie?” Tyelpë inquired, gently tapping Morhien’s foot with his. “And don’t you want to have breakfast first, my love?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Oh. Morhien had rather forgot ‘breakfast’ was a thing people did. “If you’d like. I was just thinking, y’know, over faster. I guess breakfast is something you do normally though. Wouldn’t want to stop that. I’m just not used to it. Do... do you have pancakes?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft…” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Absolutely Erudamn beautiful,” Tyelpë approved. He turned on a light above some kind of display that held his jewelry. There, he selected lovely gold and green earrings, dangly teardrop-shaped ones, and offered them to Morhien.

[mementomoriquendi]

“Make those yourself, too, treasure?” Morhien stared at the gorgeous jewellery- he was tempted. Sorely tempted. But- “I don’t have piercings, sweetheart. I can’t wear them. And where I live- lived- it’ll attract the hungry sort of attention…” he sighed with longing and shook his head. “Maybe another time?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Made by me, yes.” Tyelpë’s look saddened, but soon gave way to a smile as he pulled out an ear cuff shaped like a dragon crawling around the earlobe, with green stones for eyes. “Here. This does not require piercing. I want you to have it. Wear it some other time. And, heh, guess I’ll dress more plainly than usual then.” He close straight grey pants and a black sweater with a white shirt. These thingns still probably looked too classy for Morhien’s neighborhood, but it was the best (or, worst) Tyelpë could do.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien gasped, cradling the ear-cuff in his hands. He was no craftsman but even a simple elf like Morhien could see the care and craftsmanship that went into the piece- Tyelp had even given it tiny tiny scales! “are you sure, treasure? this is gorgeous-” he finally tore his eyes away from the sparkling dragon- he could swear there was a sparkle of intelligence in those gemstone eyes- and saw Tyelpe, getting the breath knocked out of him for the second time. “You’re gorgeous”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You flatterer,” Tyelpë purred and went in for a kiss. “Of course you can keep that, sweetie. I want to make you happy!”

[mementomoriquendi]

Kissing Tyelpe was always so good- like liquid sunshine infused directly into his blood. “You make me happy, treasure, you make me so happy...” he held the beautiful ear cuff as delicately as he would a baby bird. “Thank you- for this, and everything. I- thank you.” Morhien hugged Tyelpe close for a minute, before stepping back and looking around for his shoes. “Shall we?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft…” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Absolutely Erudamn beautiful,” Tyelpë approved. He turned on a light above some kind of display that held his jewelry. There, he selected lovely gold and green earrings, dangly teardrop-shaped ones, and offered them to Morhien.

[mementomoriquendi]

“Make those yourself, too, treasure?” Morhien stared at the gorgeous jewellery- he was tempted. Sorely tempted. But- “I don’t have piercings, sweetheart. I can’t wear them. And where I live- lived- it’ll attract the hungry sort of attention…” he sighed with longing and shook his head. “Maybe another time?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Made by me, yes.” Tyelpë’s look saddened, but soon gave way to a smile as he pulled out an ear cuff shaped like a dragon crawling around the earlobe, with green stones for eyes. “Here. This does not require piercing. I want you to have it. Wear it some other time. And, heh, guess I’ll dress more plainly than usual then.” He close straight grey pants and a black sweater with a white shirt. These thingns still probably looked too classy for Morhien’s neighborhood, but it was the best (or, worst) Tyelpë could do.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien gasped, cradling the ear-cuff in his hands. He was no craftsman but even a simple elf like Morhien could see the care and craftsmanship that went into the piece- Tyelp had even given it tiny tiny scales! “are you sure, treasure? this is gorgeous-” he finally tore his eyes away from the sparkling dragon- he could swear there was a sparkle of intelligence in those gemstone eyes- and saw Tyelpe, getting the breath knocked out of him for the second time. “You’re gorgeous”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft…” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Absolutely Erudamn beautiful,” Tyelpë approved. He turned on a light above some kind of display that held his jewelry. There, he selected lovely gold and green earrings, dangly teardrop-shaped ones, and offered them to Morhien.

[mementomoriquendi]

“Make those yourself, too, treasure?” Morhien stared at the gorgeous jewellery- he was tempted. Sorely tempted. But- “I don’t have piercings, sweetheart. I can’t wear them. And where I live- lived- it’ll attract the hungry sort of attention...” he sighed with longing and shook his head. “Maybe another time?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and… covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be… so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move… just something simple?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë produced a flowy green shirt, long sleeves but slightly open on the chest. To do with it, he found light brown pants. “I think these will match your lovely eyes so well. Try them on, lovely?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“soft...” he trailed his fingers over the clothes before trying them on, turning around out of habit more than any need for privacy. As expected they hung a little looser on him than they’d’ve on Tyelpe, but Morhien hardly minded. And the shirt was a nice green, too- vibrant, but not too bright or eye-catching. A single fold at the cuff of each pant-leg was enough to stop him tripping over anything. Morhien was about to turn back around when a dark grey sweater caught his eye. Impulsively he put it on, leaving the front open. “What do you think?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Sorry, baby,” Tyelp purred lazily. “I meant that I would help, or course.” He slid out of bed too and followed his lover. “What colors do you prefer, sweetie? Are you looking for something warm or light? How much of yourself do you want to cover?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien shook himself out of his daze. “I. I like green. Green is nice. Safe. Warm is good, and... covered, is good. I’m afraid I’m not quite so daring as you, treasure.” Indeed, years of being sort-of on the run leant themselves to blending in as much as possible. Rarely did Morhien bare more than his hands and face to the world- when he was ‘working’ even less. But perhaps it might be nice not to be... so especially thorough, in keeping his skin hidden away? The wood-elf leaned into Tyelpe’s warmth next to him, almost without thinking. “Nothing too restrictive, I need to be able to move... just something simple?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Aaah, I see.” Tyelpë smiled smugly. “Little sweetness wants to try on my clothes! Alright then, I’ll indulge you. But don’t get lost in my closet!”

[mementomoriquendi]

ooooh he could feel his face burning- “Thank you. It’s just- you know, naked, in- um- in public is- bad, and-” damn it to Eru why was he getting tongue-tied about this??? “I’ll just- get to it, then.” Morhien slid out of the bed, quickly collecting his underthings before poking about in Tyelpe’s closet, which for some reason felt just as intimate (if not moreso?) than sleeping together. They were close enough in size, Tyelp a little longer in the leg and broader across the shoulders and chest then Morhien could ever hope to be, plenty of strength in those arms from the forge- and isn’t that an attractive thought?- and of course Tyelp stood just a few inches taller. But that shouldn’t make finding something that’d fit himself that hard, would it? Apparently yes- or rather, the sheer volume of items in Tyelp’s closet would. Morhien let out a startled noise, jaw dropping at the multitude of fabrics and cuts and colours. “I- um- help?”

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“It’s alright, sweetie. I was a prisoner of war and lived in a dungeon with orcs for two years. Not to mention the centuries I spent living in military camps and sleeping in forges… it’s alright. I’m not easily scared.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“OK. The other thing is, I- um. I didn’t expect to stay the night, or, well-” Morhien makes a vague shrug-like gesture, “anything of last night, really. So I didn’t exactly pack spare clothes?” He really didn’t want to go walking about in broad daylight in his ‘work clothes’. 

[mementomoriquendi]

Thief Part 4: The Morning After

Morhien was slow to wake- comfy bed and soft sheets and warmth and the steady heartbeat beneath his ear such a pleasant way to wake- wait. Where was he? Startled, the ex-thief jolted back to wakefulness, rising just enough to take in the vaguely-familiar surroundings, much more spacious and elegant than anywhere Morhien frequented- and Tyelperinqar. Oh. That explained it. Memories of the previous night drifted through the lifting fog of sleep, and Morhien felt his cheeks heating up.  Rather than try and get up, the wood elf snuggled back down under the covers and wound himself around Tyelpe again. The Noldo looked so peaceful, so content- all his cares forgotten for just a little while. It would be shame to wake him. @tyelp-with-a-spear

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” Tyelpë murmured, still asleep but reactive to the touch. In his dreams, he and the pretty wood elf were chasing each other across a green meadown, falling and tumbling together in the soft grass. In fact, the grass was rather like his blanket…

[mementomoriquendi]

“‘s long as that’s a good thing,” Morhien mumbled, voice still rough with sleep. Tyelp’s arm was a comforting weight against his lower back, keeping him close. Morhien started tracing aimless patterns over the skin beneath his fingers, just because he could. He was permitted to. Tyelpe permitted him. The thought brought a smile to his lips. “You’re comfy.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Let’s go pick flowers,” Tyelpë murmured in the softest little voice, still in his dream.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien’s heart did a series of complicated flips at the sheer adorableness. Tyelpe was clearly asleep, but what a sweet dream he seemed to have! In the back of his mind the ex-thief hoped Tyelpe was dreaming of him; either way, he couldn’t stop a wave of fondness for his darling Noldo if he’d wanted to. “What sort of flowers, sweetheart?” Morhien murmured, oh so softly. “Shall I weave you a crown of dandelions?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I love dandelions,” Tyelpë agreed. “Kiss me?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“As you wish, dearest,” Morhien brushed his lips against Tyelpe’s, gentle as a flower petal in the breeze. “You are so kind and loving, you deserve all the kisses you’d like.” It was easier to say silly romantic things when his sweet Noldo couldn’t quite hear Morhien making a fool of himself. (especially when those silly romantic things were rather true.)

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpling opened his eyes, rather scared for a moment, and moved back a little - but oh, seeing who it was brought a smile to his lips. “Hello, my love,” he whispered.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hummed, smiling at his- well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, just that the whatever-this-is was good. “Hope I didn’t wake you, treasure. Sleep well?”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Y-yes. Sorry, sweetie. Got a bit scared… He did it once, you know.” The sleepy Noldo was rambling. “Got in through the window and… woke me up with a kiss. But it’s you. It’s really you.”

[mementomoriquendi]

“It’s me. Just me,” Morhien brushed some of Tyelpe’s sleep-mussed hair away from his face, and gave him another kiss. “Thank you for letting me stay the night, sweetheart. Slept better than I have in a long time. ‘s nice to wake up next to you, too.”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“I had dreams that we were in a meadow and played tag in soft grass…” Tyelpë’s worries evaporated, and he smiled.

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien smiled back, reaching so he could hold Tyelp’s hand. “That sounds like a lovely dream.” His own sleep had been blissfully dreamless, full of the restful contentment from lying close to a loved one. 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“What plans for today?” the Noldo asked in his soft, sleepy voice. “Did you want to do anything in particular?”

[mementomoriquendi]

“If- if you still wouldn’t mind, and the offer of a room was still open, I thought I’d get my things sorted. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or two to get there and back.” Indeed, most of the time would be in-transit. It’s not like he had much to pack. “After that, I… don’t know. I suppose try and get settled. Maybe take a nap, now I won’t need to look over my shoulder all the time…”

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

Tyelpë smiled kindly and caressed his lover’s face, then tucked a strand of dark hair behind Morhien’s long ear. “Should I drive you? It would probably make it faster.”

[mementomoriquendi]

Morhien hesitated a moment, nerves and shame flickering through his thoughts- then he nodded. “It would be faster. The sooner I never need to see that place again the better. I just- it- it’s a rough neighbourhood. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or put you out of your way. And I’m sure there’s more important things in your life than me.”