#i could write an actual standalone fic on these interactions tbh. or extend this to an actual chapter

[urwendii]

Serie: Mai Mae and Ossë Roadtrip To Middle Earth part 6 / ?

Tag list: @cilil @helenvader @mamanmae @endeavoringdaydreamer @light-of-the-two-trees

It was a first, perhaps, in the history of Lothlórien, that two Maiar and a Noldo of the House of Fëanor sat at the same table than the Lady of the Woods.

Galadriel was staring ahead, her face completely devoid of emotion while Maedhros felt decidedly uncomfortable to be in the presence of his youngest cousin and actual sole Noldor survivor in Middle Earth. Mairon on his part seemed well too pleased in observing his surroundings — after trying and failing to invade the Realm for thousand of years— and finally be able to take in appreciation the fine craftsmanship of the Silvan Elves. Ossë, being his regular self, was crouched on the chair, half balanced on its rear feet and looking as if he was 10 seconds away from bursting either in songs or laughter.

"So." Said Maedhros after the stretch of silence had turned far too uncomfortable and lengthy.

"So." Galadriel replied tersely, eyes narrowing at the trio.

"We should be grateful if you were to allow us-"

"No."

Maedhros fumbled with his next word, the vowel ending up a drawn-out hum.

"I will allow you and Lord Ossë, but no Dark Lord shall reside under my protection."

Mairon pursed his lips amusingly.

"I am already within your borders."

Galadriel had an expression of someone who had tasted a particular bitter food, and immediately glared back at him.

"An unfortunate circumstance I would have prevented were it not for the disappointing lapse of judgment of some of my guards. You aren't welcomed there Sauron."

It was Mairon's turn to look sour at the ancient moniker. Ossë waved a scaly hand then, his demeanour seemingly focusing back in the present situation.

"My Lady we understand that it might be difficult after all to forgive Mairon here present but we have good intentions."

Everyone heard the loud snort and Maedhros gave Mairon a deadpan look. Trust the Maia to add fire on oil.

Galadriel suddenly stood up, her composure frosty as she stared them down, pristine white gown giving her the look of a mighty icicle in the grey afternoon.

"This is my Realm, that I have defended from you for two Ages without the help of the Valar."

"Indeed, you only had one of my rings to do so." Mairon interrupted good-natured, the cheer of his tone belied by the ominous dark in his eyes. Maedhros and Ossë exchanged an uneasy look. Now was not the place for the former Dark Lord to lose control of his temper. But — Maedhros thought drily — Artanis, as he knew her then, had never been one to back down a fight. Except that that had been some seven thousands years ago and as it was the current Noldo Princess, turned Queen of her own Realm, was more composed than in his memories.

Instead of jumping over the tables to provoke Mairon in a fistfight, what she might have done when freshly arrived in Beleriand, she simply squared her shoulders and lowered her voice to a glacial tone.

"Rings made by Celebrimbor, unspoiled by your corruption!" she hissed.

"Knowledge he only had because I taught him, you Elves are so quick to take for granted what you are offered."

"Offered? whose idea was it in the first place Annatar?"

Mairon has risen too, face flushed from anger.

"I came to you with a pragmatic plan and was only met with scorn and disdain."

Ossë looked like he was witnessing the showdown of the millennium, and was definitely gleeful to witness the argument. Maedhros was reminded of too many family arguments and too many unpleasantness.

"Enough!" he boomed in his most Eldest Sibling voice and then glared at them.

"I'd rather not revisit the memories of what you did to my nephew Mairon. For everyone's sake, let's move on from this conversation. What was done is done and there is no way to change the past. Trials and sentences have been made accordingly. We are here to ask shelter for a few days before making our way to Amon Lanc."

Galadriel remained haughty and poised, eyes never leaving Mairon. "And you will trust him in that place?"

The former Úmaia rolled his eyes.

"I have ways to keep him in check." Ossë spoke at last, eyes glittering in mischief.

"If not..." her lips curled in a frightening smile, "Do remind him of our last confrontation upon Dol Guldur."

"Have i gone formless again or is anyone going to have discussions about me as if I weren't in the room?"

In a fashion that reminded Maedhros that Artanis was indeed from the house of Finwë, she replied with a choice word in Mairon's own black speech and even Maedhros — not one faint of heart in the slightest — felt himself blush.

"You shall remain on the borders of my Lands, accommodations will be provided and you will be kept under strict supervision."

"Thank you!" Ossë exclaimed happily, wrapping one arm around Mairon's shoulder, who for his part had still been locked in a glaring context with Galadriel.

Maedhros had an suspicion the tension was just starting and it would somehow escalate to higher levels the longer they remain there.

And he longed for a nap. It sounded delightful even. The golden leaves of the Mallorn trees sang of home and he just wanted to drift in dreams made of better things.

"By the way my lady! Would you perchance know where I could find a body of water? I am parched and these two have forced me to remain inland for far longer than I am comfortable with. What a cruel device for my noble person! What a hardship that my existence must be so! What a—"

Maedhros tuned off Ossë's dramatics.

He was so tired.

#mai mae & ossë roadtrip in middle earth #idk about this one #this is for my former fandom ;) #i could write an actual standalone fic on these interactions tbh. or extend this to an actual chapter #anyway they triggered Maedhros' Eldest Daughter Mode :( #hes so tired let him nap!!!! #Ossë being Osse.... #again theres no actual chronology in these #also reminder you can ask me at all time to be on the tag list