Distraction by Independence1776
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: Bingo cards "Women of The Silmarillion and "Sons of Fëanor", respectively "wives and mothers unnamed in canon" and "Maglor as regent"
Format: drabble
Genre: romance
Rating: teens
Warnings: mild sexuality
Characters: Maglor, canonical wife
Pairings: Maglor/canonical wife
Creators' Notes (optional): Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lignota and kayleelupin for the prompts that sparked this fic. I use the Quenya names: Maglor is Makalaurë and Curufin is Curufinwë.
Summary: Maglor and his wife distract each other.
When the house shuddered with the force of the closing door, Naitë sighed and shut the ledger, looking over at her husband. “Another fight with Curufinwë?”
Makalaurë nodded. “You know full well how he feels about me leading--”
“That you were trained for music, not leadership. Yes, dear, I know. But you have me to help.”
Makalaurë kissed her. “How do the accounts fare?”
“Better than I expected, honestly. Now if only we could guarantee the trade goods we receive from the Úmanyar… Mmm…,” she said as he kissed her neck. “Don’t you dare stop, Makalaurë. The accounts can wait.”
Format: drabble
Genre: romance
Rating: teens
Warnings: mild sexuality
Characters: Maglor, canonical wife
Pairings: Maglor/canonical wife
Creators' Notes (optional): Many thanks to
lignota and kayleelupin for the prompts that sparked this fic. I use the Quenya names: Maglor is Makalaurë and Curufin is Curufinwë.Summary: Maglor and his wife distract each other.
When the house shuddered with the force of the closing door, Naitë sighed and shut the ledger, looking over at her husband. “Another fight with Curufinwë?”
Makalaurë nodded. “You know full well how he feels about me leading--”
“That you were trained for music, not leadership. Yes, dear, I know. But you have me to help.”
Makalaurë kissed her. “How do the accounts fare?”
“Better than I expected, honestly. Now if only we could guarantee the trade goods we receive from the Úmanyar… Mmm…,” she said as he kissed her neck. “Don’t you dare stop, Makalaurë. The accounts can wait.”
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