#anyway yes this is a fusion where luthien never met beren but DID leave doriath to hunt turin down thank u so much for not asking

[gurguliare]

mp100 x silm crossover

Sorry to everyone who sent me actually decent mp100 prompts, this criminal is the only person who understands me

“Welcome, cousin!”

The king of Nargothrond kept a simple state—although something about the chiseled surface of the throne gave the appearance of a once highly-decorated object that had since been defaced of all its decorations. The king’s person glittered more fiercely than candle trees and mirrored tiles together could explain, but Shigeo had been told that it was usual for the Noldor to shine. Since Shigeo himself had been known to give off a steady light in dusky groves, especially when it might help Ritsu sleep, he wasn’t offended. He was just confused. First the king’s hunting master had run him down on the great plains and dragged him here in bonds, and now the king was calling him “cousin.” Maybe the ropes were ceremonial. The Noldor were also known to be eccentric. “Have we met?” Shigeo said politely.

The king’s face changed shape a few times. Fine details were hard to spot through the dazzle, but it definitely got longer—oh, that was his mouth opening—and then squashed small. And then relaxed back to its old shape with a convincing naturalness, like what happened when you dropped a cat slightly after it wanted to be dropped. “That’s right,” he said. “You saved me, during the Great Burning. Don’t you remember?”

Shigeo had only been outside of Doriath twice—once now, to save Ritsu, and once before due to a bet between Beleg and Mablung which everyone agreed had been taken much too far, although he didn’t think even Beleg could have been expected to foresee all the lava. However, he hadn’t talked to very many people while fording the rivers of fire, so this could only be…

“Celegorm?”

“Celeborn. Close enough,” the king of Nargothrond said hastily. “My friends call me Teru.”

“Is that Quenya? Is it short for something?”

“If we’re friends, it hardly matters what it’s short for, don’t you think?”

“Okay. What?”

The king jumped down from the throne and telekinetically removed Shigeo’s bonds, which Shigeo had forgotten to do. “When I saved you,” Shigeo said, slowly. “You weren’t the king of Nargothrond then, were you?”

Teru stared at Shigeo’s feet, now covered in a heap of rope. “I meant to ask. It’s such a pleasure to see you, but what brings you to our beautiful kingdom?”

“I’m looking for my little brother Ritsu. He came here to collect on the debt you owe me for saving your life in the fire.”

“Your brother? But we’ve had no royal elven visitors—have we, my lords?” A ripple of uncertain laughter ran through the ranks of courtiers on either side of the aisle.

“He’s human.“

“What?”

“He’s adopted. His real father was a great hero of men, but after the defeat in the north, his family sent him to us for fostering. He’s my little brother.”

*

Then, for some reason, Shigeo was placed under house arrest. It wouldn’t have been bad, except that he was starting to get really worried about Ritsu. At home no one would explain what had happened in the days leading up to Ritsu’s disappearance, when Shigeo was gone on a diplomatic mission to the Ents. Here, no one would explain anything at all, and they kept smiling at him and almost touching him—not with evil intent, which Shigeo would have been better prepared for, but with an awed civility, like courtiers at Menegroth reserved for Hírilorn. “Just think! a wedding, after all these years of siege!” he heard the laundress say after sneaking in to collect his old clothes. It wouldn’t have been very difficult to put the guards to sleep and leave, but the problem was he had no idea how to get back to the surface. He was deep in the tunnels and had a terrible sense of direction. Worse, if he blasted his way through the earth he would probably collapse the secret kingdom, killing everyone. 

But he couldn’t let Ritsu die. He was starting give serious consideration to the merits of cracking a seam in the roof when he heard, outside the great doors to his chamber, a dog bark sharply.

He hadn’t seen an animal since the hunting master took her hounds away—to punish or reward, he didn’t know. He went over straightaway and opened the hatch. Outside stood a dog as unlike the sleek black hounds as could be imagined: for one thing, it was sort of brownish-yellow, and for another it resembled nothing so much as an overgrown fox with a fat face and round white spots on its brown cheeks. This motley combination of features immediately endeared it to Shigeo, who liked round things.

The dog yawned. It yawned for a long time, giving Shigeo a noseful of its fishy breath, and the way it yawned sounded almost like a human sighing from nervousness: “Haaaa.” It yawned again. “Haa, haaa.” Then it said, “Hey. Kid.”

Shigeo fell back on his bottom. He’d heard animals speak before—but not in Sindarin, with that strange accent. “Don’t be scared,” said the dog. “Look at me! I can talk. Weird, I know. It’s extremely weird, actually, and I’ve never done it before. But I think I might be a natural? Let me introduce myself. My name is Dimp—Reigen. Reigen Arataka, Miracle Hound with the Max Spirituality Level of 131. My origins are unknown, my divine lineage mysterious, but a prophecy at my birth predicts that I will only speak three times before I die. Obviously you, having eyes, might see the problem with this. Up to today, I’ve successfully avoided unnecessary remarks, but there’s only so long a dog can go without winning an argument. Enough is enough. But! I refuse to accept my fate! I’ve calculated that the wording of the prophecy leaves it ambiguous as to what constitutes a single act of ‘speaking,’ but that it strongly implies that by speaking it means I will have spoken, i.e. past perfect, i.e. completed action, i.e. if I never stop talking I’ll technically never have talked. Per the prophecy. Quod erat demonstrandum, so long as I keep talking, I will never die. So that’s fine. What’s your name? Wait, don’t answer that, the natural give and take of man-to-man conversation also threatens the completed speech act status quote. I know your name, anyway, I heard all about you at dinner. Shigeo, right? Nod if I’m right. Shigeo, do you want to escape?”