#beleg x mablung

[lycheesodas]

ship dynamic 💭💬

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Boots

Ahhhh, @lycheesodas (amazing artist and lovely writer) is good enough to let me try my hand at their beloved again <3

Yes, I am still thinking about that art, so this turned out a bit naughty!

Characters: Beleg, Mablung

Words: 144

Warnings: Nudity, sexual innuendo

The first time Mablung had seen the boots, he had instantly hated them.

He had never glimpsed anything as loud as those abominations that would unfailingly give away Beleg’s position to even the blindest and dumbest of foes.

Nevertheless, as time went by, he grew accustomed to their unique ugliness and even came to develop a reluctant fondness for them, because they gave his beloved such joy.

Now, as he walked in on a completely undressed Beleg—wearing nought but those eyesores—he gave a guttural, visceral groan.

“My love,” he said calmly, “hitherto, I have refrained from this, but you leave me no choice—the boots have got to go!”

“Forever?” Beleg’s huge, pleading eyes made Mablung’s heart swell at the same time as other parts of his anatomy.

“For now…” he replied feebly and fell into the most welcoming embrace in Arda.

@fellowshipofthefics here we go with the next one!

-> Masterlist

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 <3

[polutrope]

Beleg/Mablung with.. *spins wheel* 29, please? I’ve been loving these fics 🥹

Thank you! Always a pleasure to write these two incorrigibly in love warriors for you. From the kiss asks. On AO3.

29. ... as a promise.

The clear tones of trumpets sounded through the camp, rousing the armies of Hithlum and Gondolin and Brethil and Nargothrond—and two warriors of Doriath, who lay not upon cots in domed canvas tents like the other commanders, but side by side on simple bedrolls beneath a sloped canopy of silk. 

Beleg had lain awake for some time before the trumpet call, resting his head upon his bent arm and watching the eastern sky turn from black to silver to pale violet above the looming peaks of Thangorodrim. 

At the trumpet call, Mablung made a rough humming noise in his throat, then rolled his head to the side. 

“A fine day for overthrowing a god,” he said. 

Beleg turned to him. The quirk of his beloved’s lips could not hide the worry swimming in his eyes. 

“You still doubt that we will,” Beleg said.

Mablung sighed, revealing a rare vulnerability that swelled Beleg’s heart with affection. Though they had arrived late and unlooked for, King Fingon had honoured them by giving each a battalion of his own to command.

It meant that they would be fighting far from each other on the field of battle. 

“Not even on Amon Ereb did I have such misgivings,” Mablung murmured.

“I would think you a fool if you did not have misgivings about such a bold assault.” Beleg rolled onto his side. “But however the battle fares, I promise you that one way or another we will leave it together.”

Before Mablung’s smirk at his sentimentality could fully form, Beleg took him into a firm kiss. He would not release him until he’d felt the last taut threads of tension in his lover’s body fully unravel. The mustering of their troops would have to wait.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Captains [13/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Summary: "Your heartbeat is very loud." Words: 269 Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories Tagging: @lycheesodas​

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Beleg and Mablung were laying together in the grass beneath the stars. A quiet moment for them. One of those rare moments where they could be found in the same place at the same time.

Beleg had rested his head on Mablung's chest, closing his eyes and letting the strong heartbeat lull him. "Your heartbeat is very loud."

"Is it?" Mablung asked him.

"Yes." Beleg replied. "But I like it. It makes this moment all the more real. A reminder of your solid presence. It's nice."

Mablung smiled, even if Beleg could not see him do so. "It might also be because I am happy. Content in a way I had not been in a very long while."

"Truly? How so?"

"Because you are here. Because you are with me."

Mablung's words were spoken in a tone so soft, that had Beleg not been an elf and his hearing not been as sharp as it was, he would have missed it. But he did not missed the way Mablung's heart sped up, and that gave him the meaning behind his longtime friend's words. He smiled. "I am content too, here, by your side Mablung. You make me happy."

"And you make me happy, Beleg. Because I have fallen in love with you. And being away from you is... hard. I understand our duties to Doriath, its people and our monarchs, but I am greedy and I wish I did not have to part from you."

Beleg smiled, "And I have fallen for you also, Mablung. And I want you to know that you have my heart and soul. Forever."

[lycheesodas]

rainy day cuddles 🌧 it's been raining a lot lately :3c perfect weather for staying under the blankets with a book and a warm drink

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Afternoon delight

This is not the first time that I am writing this pairing for @lycheesodas, but it might well be the first time that I make it spicy...

Another NSFW one for Week 2 - Please be advised!

Thank you @lycheesodas for your faith...I hope this is okay...

Words: 1133

Characters: Beleg x Mablung

Prompt: Picnics & Multiple Orgasms

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex

"You're so beautiful," Beleg whispered, awe-struck at the sight of Mablung's naked body, seated politely on the forest floor.

Letting out a strangled noise, somewhere between a scoff and a moan, Mablung merely shook his head and reached for the basket full of wild strawberries he had carried gingerly all the way from Menegroth for his lover's delight.

Every once in a while, they managed to have these secret picnics in secluded spots deep within the forest that seemed to be only known to them, and they cherished those stolen moments of blissful togetherness.

Mablung knew the voracious expression in Beleg's eyes only too well and his treacherous body reacted instinctively—hence why the fruit he judiciously cradled in his lap now was but a flimsy defence against the inevitable onslaught of torturous tenderness his insatiable lover seemed to be plotting.

"So steadfast," Beleg went on crooning, falling to his knees and advancing slowly towards his visitor, "so very generous. Let me make it up to you."

"Are you going to hunt us dinner then?" Mablung asked, suppressing the tell-tale quiver in his voice—his throat was burning with the effort and his fingers tightened around the rim of the basket fitfully.

Upon arriving, Mablung had immediately been relieved of both his gifts and the better part of his garments and pressed against the rough bark of an ancient tree to have his mouth captured savagely while Beleg's clever fingers slipped between his thighs, awakening Mablung's desire as easily as he drew a bow.

Even after so many years—oft far apart in body but inseparable in thought—Mablung could hardly fathom how this bright-eyed, ever-smiling wood sprite of old could have him panting and shivering in the throes of maddening passion within mere moments.

As much as he questioned that strange spell he was under, he could not deny that he had relished the way Beleg seemed to drink his every hoarse cry and desperate whimper from his very lips while pressing against him mercilessly.

By rights and experience, they should have been long past the phase of unbridled, desperate rutting against one another until they spilt over their joined hands, but—at times—the long separation and the burning longing would not countenance any delay.

Thus, their reunion had started with a clash of heated bodies writhing in symphony and messy kisses spread haphazardly across heated skin before they had suffered the humiliating ordeal of washing their soiled clothes in the nearby river.

Sated, they had then stretched out on the soft carpet of wild grasses and green moss to exchange stories and news while letting the sun, filtering delicately through the canopy overhead, dapple their skin with specks of dancing gold.

"I have missed you so," Beleg admitted, settling his palms high upon Mablung's thighs and bending down to pluck a single strawberry out of the basket with his mouth.

With a groan of renewed excitement—would Beleg ever stop having this devastating effect on him?—Mablung shifted self-consciously.

"So delicious," Beleg went on playfully and pressed his sticky lips against the taut stomach of his rigid colleague and paramour.

For a while, Mablung could but watch and witness as Beleg ate his way to the bottom of the basket—he could feel his warm breath through the weaving and the awareness of the proximity of those strawberry-stained lips to his by now undeniable arousal made a thin sheen of sweat break out on his shivering skin.

Suddenly, Beleg sucked his teeth in disapproval and twisted around to reach for his pouch, granting Mablung a breathtaking view of his elegant spine.

"Even when it's hot," the renowned archer remonstrated, "you must not neglect proper padding during training."

Frowning, Mablung looked down at his ever so slightly chafed nipples and rolled his eyes.

"You exaggerate," he tried to assuage the other's worries, but before he could protest further, Beleg had whipped back and was kissing him breathless.

"When I am not there," he said insistently, his eyes flickering with a feverish gleam, "you must take the very best care of yourself!"

He smelled like a meadow in bloom and tasted like wild strawberries, Mablung thought dazedly as he was pushed flat on his back.

An acquiescent hum passed his lips as he stared at the dancing leaves above their heads—the fresh aroma of ground herbs progressively pervaded and saturated the air, and he had but a moment to wonder before Beleg's mouth returned to his skin.

Laving his sore nipples with a tongue coated in a paste of healing plants and saliva, Beleg painted a kaleidoscope of coloured marks across Mablung's chest.

This was healing, care, a claim, and an earnest attempt to dissimulate the shining beauty of Mablung's complexion by making it blend in with their surroundings.

"Don't stop there," Mablung whispered, tossing the basket aside and laying bare his reawakened need to the curious, flashing eyes of the one he loved so deeply.

Yes, they were indeed beyond torturous friction, foiled by breeches and tunics—as those warm, tender lips closed around the tip of his cock teasingly, Mablung was sure of it.

In time with the swaying branches Mablung was still gazing at distractedly, Beleg's mouth ebbed and flowed against him like the river lapping against unmoving stones.

Just as the forest seemed to melt and dissolve around him, Mablung shot up. It would have been too easy to allow Beleg to bring him to completion thus, while he lay there in criminal indolence and inactivity.

"I have brought something for you as well," he purred and produced a vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid.

Pouring it over his hands and Beleg's seductively perky behind liberally, Mablung set to work to grant as much pleasure as he had received.

"Do you begrudge the forest your seed then?" Beleg teased over his shoulder with a wink.

Grunting his acquiescence, Mablung lined up and pushed into the unseen realm he called "home" with tender determination.

Encircling Beleg's hips with his arms—confident that he would not pull away—Mablung closed his slick hands around the sceptre and jewels of a king without a throne.

The airy sigh, melting into the unintelligible whispering of the wood, escaping Beleg at that contact drove Mablung to distraction faster and more violently than either one of them had expected.

All inhibitions and good resolutions of restraint fell from him like heavy chains cast off—he surged freely into the welcoming, tight heat of his beloved without ever letting go of his agonizingly swollen cock.

The forest, the air, the nearby river and those two lovers became one, breathless and relentless, until they collapsed into a deafening silence in which their little part of the world was torn apart and made anew unheeded.

@fellowshipofthefics Here's another outrageously spicy one!

Lots of love from me!

[polutrope]

Rating: G | No Warnings

Relationship: Beleg/Mablung

Words: 1958

Summary: Mablung visits Beleg on the northern marches to spend some time alone together before the summer festival.

Gift for @lycheesodas for @gatesofsummerexchange​

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“I will need you in Menegroth when Melian and I depart for the summer in Neldoreth, so I am glad to grant my Captain leave to visit his own beloved in Dimbar,” Thingol said, with a flicker of warmth in his eyes. 

The spirits of the king – of the whole forest – always lifted as the buds of Spring grew plump on bare branches and unfurled their leaves and as Esgalduin’s banks rose to the swelling of the river’s song. 

Mablung nodded and extended his open palm in a gesture of gratitude . “Thank you,” he said. “Though, I would clarify that I do not go only–”

“You need not pretend for my benefit,” Thingol said, rising from his seat beneath Hírilorn, a chair of living roots that twined up from the earth before curling down below once again. “I know why you are going and I do not begrudge it.” 

Thanking the king once more, Mablung took his leave and made preparations for the journey to the northern marches. It was not, in truth, only to spend time with Beleg that he was going. It was also an opportunity to offer his encouragement to the wardens who guarded Doriath’s most dangerous border. Beleg would be in Menegroth with him soon enough for the summer festival – but it was always most pleasant to be with his husband among the wild borderlands that reminded them both of the years under the stars when they first met. 

The sounds of the waking forest spilled from every glade on the journey through Neldoreth and the night air was cool but soothing, the scents of rose and thyme and damp earth filling his lungs whenever he took his rest. He arrived at the huts of the marchwardens at midday, finding them at their meal in the dappled sunlight under a budding canopy of beech. 

“Greetings, Captain, welcome!” said one, jumping up from her seat on a fallen log, and clasped his hand. Mablung returned her greeting and could not hide a little laugh at the ease of the wardens under Beleg’s command.

“Please, sit with us,” she said, waving her fellows aside with a hand and offering a plate of fresh currants and acorns. “We also have nettle tea – Merenor even has a flask of pine liquor that I am sure he’d be willing to share.” She cast a playful glance at the Elf in question, who raised his flask in agreement. 

“No, thank you, Merenor,” Mablung said. “Perhaps this evening,” he added, not wanting to appear ungrateful for their hospitality. 

“But of course, I am remiss!” the first warden said, clapping a hand against her forehead. “You will no doubt want to recover and rest before–”

Just then, a pair of strong arms descended on Mablung’s shoulders, filthy hands pressing against his chest and yanking him backwards.

“Melethron!” Beleg exclaimed, pulling himself around to plant an enthusiastic kiss to his husband’s cheek. Warm but all-too-boisterous laughter broke out among the wardens. Mablung straightened and gently tried to shrug him off, but Beleg clung to his waist, looking up at him with that devilish grin that he knew full well drove Mablung to distraction. 

“Very good, you have outwitted even the Captain of Doriath with your stealth,” Mablung jested for the benefit of their audience, nonetheless casting a warning glance at his husband when he spoke his own title – a reminder that, yes, after all these years he still did not want to be embraced in front of those under his command. Beleg elbowed him in the side as he released him, his face still split into a smile. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, my fellow hunters,” Beleg said to the crowd. “It seems my Captain has come all the way to Dimbar to consort with me. You’ll understand that I cannot deny him.” 

At that, Beleg turned, dragging him towards his hut by the wrist. Mablung submitted to being led off like a blushing lover, won over as he had been for millennia by the charm of his untamed husband. 

Once in the hut, Beleg cast his hunting gear, belt, and quiver onto the floor. Only Belthronding was handled with care as he placed the bow in its place on the wall. 

Mablung put down his pack and sat to remove his own travelling gear less hurriedly, scanning the pile of weapons and clothing that Beleg was adding to even now. He clicked his tongue and Beleg’s eyes darted over to him.

“What?” Beleg said. “Now, now, I will have none of that.” He raised his brows and pointed a finger. “This is my home, I will order it as I please.”

“Order it?” Mablung smirked. “I do not think you have ordered it all winter.”

“That’s not true at all!” Beleg extended his arms and strode towards Mablung, taking a seat beside him and pulling off his boots. “You should see the cupboards. I spent the whole winter carving boxes to separate the grains, herbs, nuts, and dried berries. I had clay jars brought in for the pickles and preserves. I even had names engraved on the sides in Cirth. They’re quite impressive, I’ll show–”

Mablung stopped his chattering mouth with a kiss, which Beleg received without hesitation, dropping his boot to the floor to take Mablung’s face in both hands. No doubt he would have continued gladly, but Mablung had other ideas about where to take his husband for their first reunion in nearly a year. He disentangled himself from Beleg’s arms.

“Don’t you want to know what I am doing here?” he asked, tension he didn’t know was there unwinding when he met Beleg’s eyes.

“Oh. I assumed for me,” Beleg said, brushing a calloused thumb over Mablung’s cheek. 

“Mm.” Mablung pulled the hand down from his face and examined the lines of his lover’s palm. He considered making up another pretext for his visit, but settled on a simple, “Yes.” 

Beleg sprang up lightly and walked over to the cupboards, pulling out many jars and boxes, just as he’d described. 

“Shall we prepare some things to eat this evening?” Beleg said as he assembled the containers on the counter. “You did intend to take me to that glade with the pool?” He glanced at his husband, biting at the side of an acorn to test its freshness. 

“Don’t look so surprised,” he responded to Mablung’s silent question. “It’s an obvious choice, and do not think I have forgotten the position of the stars when we first spent an evening there.”

Of course he’d known. After many long years as lovers on the journey from Cuiviénen, it was in that grove where, having found a land to call home at last, they had called upon Eru to recognise their bond as marriage – and though there had been no Sun or Moon in the sky then by which to count the days, the Elves of Beleriand had still kept time by the cycling of the stars. The years had become much briefer under the light of Anor, but the memory always surfaced more vividly when Spring spread its blanket of colour over the land. 

They packed bread, cured meats, berries, and a bottle of the pine liquor, of which the marchwardens in the North seemed to have a much greater share than the other borderlands. Menegroth’s stores were nearly empty, though there was a plentiful supply of wine, as well as Dwarven ale and strong spirits brought in from Belegost for the upcoming festival. Mablung wondered if they were not making the liquor themselves here. But he supposed the stout bowmen of Dimbar had earned it.

“You’re not seriously worrying about supplies of liquor, are you?” Beleg read his thoughts across the thread connecting their minds, smiling wryly as he stuffed his pack. “Thingol has more than enough for weeks of celebrations holed up in those caves. Anyway, since when has festival preparation fallen under the duties of the Captain of Doriath?” Slinging the pack over his shoulder, Beleg leaned over and kissed Mablung’s cheek. “You work too hard,” he said.

The grove was buzzing with bees and white moth wings shimmered in the sunlight. They had built a talan in the trees there many years ago, and they climbed up now, rolling out their blankets in preparation for the evening. Above, the canopy of unfurling leaves was still open to the sky and they would take their rest looking up at Elbereth’s stars and the waxing glow of Ithil. 

Mablung hopped down from the tree and dug through his pack, pulling out his carefully-wrapped gift.

“What do you have there?” Beleg was already wading into the creek, and he turned to Mablung with a curious look. 

“I had it made for you.” Mablung unfolded the silk from around the book, bound in canvas dyed a rich purple.

“A book?” Beleg cocked an eyebrow. “What am I supposed to do with that?” he teased. “You know I prefer listening to reading.”

“I know,” Mablung said. “And I will read it to you every day on the journey back to Menegroth for the festival, if you insist. But I wanted you to have this to enjoy when I am not here.”

“That is sweet.” Beleg returned to examine the book, brushing his hand gently over the cover. “What is it about?”

“It is the story of a great bowman and a warrior,” Mablung said.

Beleg looked up, mouth curled into half a smile. “Oh is it?”

 “They live in a beautiful woodland realm, free of danger, but they are restless. One day, they set out alone together to make war on a terrible Enemy.”

“Sounds unlikely.” Beleg’s eyes had that glimmer of starlight as his smile softened and he opened to a page. “Ah, it is in verse!”

“Yes, of course. It can be narrated or sung.”

“Excellent, I will teach the birds to sing it to me. Speaking of which,” Beleg placed the book in his own pack, “I have a gift for you, also.” 

He tilted his head up to the trees and whistled, two slow rising notes and then a trill. At once, a thrush came gliding down from the trees and perched on his outstretched hand. 

“Pedwin will go with you to Menegroth. She won’t live in the caves of course, but I know you need practice with their language, and she will teach you. Then you can send a message to Dimbar whenever you like.”

The bird flapped her wings and landed on Mablung’s shoulder. She pecked delicately at his neck.

“See, she can even kiss you for me.” Beleg breathed a soft laugh, petting the bird’s head with a fingertip. “Come,” he said, and Pedwin flew off into the trees, “let’s swim. Then you can read to me from that book.”

“I think we had better leave that for bedtime,” Mablung said.

“Why?” Beleg paused midway through lifting his tunic over his head, looking charmingly affronted with both arms twisted to one side, still stuck in the sleeves.

“I fear you’ll fall asleep well before Anor passes down into the West, and we cannot have that.”

“With you reading to me? I would not!” Beleg protested, tossing the tunic onto the grass.

Mablung felt a tug on the corners of his lips. Possessed by that playful spark that only his husband could ignite, he lunged at Beleg and tumbled them both into the deep pool. Beleg shrieked, sounding more like to the animals he conversed with than a captain of the marchwardens, and Mablung laughed. The sight of Beleg’s half-shocked, half-beaming expression when he bobbed to the surface, silvery hair clinging to a face spattered with glittering droplets, far outweighed the inconvenience of their soaked clothing.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Captains [12/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Rating: T Summary: Beleg had no time to react, one moment he was trying to hunt with a spear in the river, the next he was being lifted in someone’s arms. Words: 350 Notes: A series of short stories. Tagging: @lycheesodas

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Beleg had no time to react, one moment he was trying to hunt with a spear in the river, the next he was being lifted in someone’s arms.

When he looked to see who it was, he was not surprised to find Mablung scowling at him. He arched a brow.

Mablung scowled, and when he spoke, his voice was clearly annoyed, “One of these days, you will get yourself killed Cúthalion.”

“I will not, I knew what I was doing.”

Mablung snorted, “Of course, never mind that the river is too fast and the rocks are completely slippery and you are barefoot. You could have fallen and broken your neck, or drowned. Why must you make me worry so much?”

He kissed Mablung’s cheek. “How do you cope when I’m away, then?”

“Simple,” Mablung said. “I know what our duties entail. I can make peace with knowing one of us or both die defending Doriath. But you are a walking hazard who seemingly enjoys making me worry needlessly. Perhaps one day, I’ll have my hair turn silver out of pure worry for you.”

He sighed, he knew that Mablung was right. “I know Mablung, and for what it is worth, I am sorry. I should have told you. Invited you even, we could have had a nice day fishing.”

“I could still not have been able to come,” Mablung said honestly. “Our Lord wanted to know how the everything was at the border. But he has given me two weeks of rest. He says I need them.”

“That is magnificent!” He beamed. “I have a week left off, we could simply spend time together, just enjoying each other’s company.”

Mablung smiled at him, “Absolutely. That sounds like a good plan. Also, our Lord gifted me a bottle of wine of his choice, which means, that will be a fantastic one.”

“The Valar keep our Lord.” He said with a smile. Then, he arched a brow, “Mablung, I must ask, do I even weight anything to you?”

“No, it is like lifting a fruit.”

He could not help it, he laughed.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Captains [11/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Rating: G Summary: “Is that a bottle from our good Lord’s cellars, dearest?” Words: 407 Notes: A series of shorts of them, all sorts of verses. Tagging: @lycheesodas

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“Is that a bottle from our good Lord’s cellars, dearest?”

Mablung snorts. He can’t quite help it, because one of the things that others – beyond those who work closely with Beleg – do not know, is his fondness for wine. “Yes, oh eagled eyes one.”

Beleg grins, “Planning on opening it anytime soon?”

“Let me do so now,” Mablung says.

“Oh, I was simply teasing, darling one,” Beleg hurries. “That particular vintage as gift is a rare one from our Lord, let us keep it for a special occasion.”

Mablung arches a brow and his lips curl upwards. Yes, Beleg is right in that Thingol seldom parts with this particular vintage of wine, for it is mostly done for the King, his family and closest advisors. A fine wine made with cherry, that is in part sweet and sharp. “We have a special occasion, my love.”

“And what is that?” Beleg’s handsome face scrunches, and Mablung is sure he is thinking hard to see if he has forgotten a special date. And Mablung can clearly see that he is not coming with anything.

“We love each other.” Mablung answers easily. “And that, my brave one, is more than enough.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Now, be a darling and get the glasses from the cabinet, and then we’ll open this fine wine.” Mablung stops. “And now that we are at it, let me run to the kitchens to beg for some cold cuts and cheeses.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” Mablung says firmly. “How about while I run to the kitchen, you light the chimney and make a nest for us in front of us?”

Beleg’s whole face lights up, and Mablung swallows. He has always thought Beleg handsome, if he’s honest, he would say he’s the handsomest elf he has ever seen. Or maybe it is simply because he loves him. Beleg rushes forward and gives him a soft kiss, “Go then, I’ll have our nest ready.”

Mablung has to force himself to leave the room, and sprints to the kitchens. Luckily, he is able to procure the food quickly and returns to find Beleg sitting in front of a roaring fire, the bottle of wine and two glasses. He goes to join his lover on the floor, “Food has arrived.”

Beleg serves them wine, offers a glass to Mablung and raises his for a toast, “To us.”

Mablung touches his glass to Beleg’s, “To us.”

[onthesandsofdreams]

6SS: Mablung x Beleg: Care

“Have you eaten anything today?”

Beleg’s voice broke his concentration, Mablung looked up, a frown marring his handsome face, he couldn’t remember, “I think so…?”

Beleg shook his head, “Not good enough, I’ll get you something and our Queen help, Mablung, you’ll clean the plate.”

Mablung’s lips twitched, not quite a smile, but he was glad to see his partner’s worry, “Very well, surprise me with the food of your choosing.”

“I’ll be right back,” Beleg nodded and left to fetch the food.

“Thank you for taking care of me, my love,” Mablung whispered at the closed door,  and went back to his work while he waited for Beleg to return.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Captains [10/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung [Pre Relationship] & Nellas Rating: T Summary: “You are pinning, Beleg.” Words: 428 Notes: A series of shorts based on them, all sorts of verses. Tagging: @lycheesodas

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“You are pining, Beleg.”

The voice startles Beleg out of his thoughts, he turns to look at the speaker, it’s Nellas. “I don’t know what you mean, Nellas.” He tries.

But Nellas has known him for too long for that, “You are pinning, for Mablung, to exact. And I think it’s high time you did something about it.”

“I – Nellas…”

Nellas places a gentle hand on a strong arm, her whole face and voice soft, “I know it can be scary, but if you do not speak to Mablung, you will lose him to someone else.”

They hold gazes, and after a while, Beleg sighs and looks away. “I am afraid.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and it would have been lost to the sounds of the forest, were it not for their keen hearing.

“It can be,” Nellas agrees easily enough. “But it’s very to risk and lose, than never know.”

Beleg’s lips curl upwards, turns once more to face Nellas, and kisses the top of her head. “Ever so wise.”

“Please, I am no Melian. I simply want to see you happy. And I think that Mablung would make you happy.”

“I would be the happiest if he were to return my feelings.”

“Then take a risk, I know it is easily said when it is not one who risks their own hearts, but on this matter, you must. And if you fail, you will always have me to vent or weep. I will hold you and comfort you as I may.”

“You truly are the best of friends.”

“I do try.”

“Any ideas as to how I should approach Mablung?”

“Get him those tarts he likes so much, the one with custard and fresh berries. Find an excuse.”

“Nellas! You truly are brilliant!”

Nellas smiles. “Thank you.”

“I will ask the kitchens in a few days – I still need to gather my courage – and then, I will speak with Mablung.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Beleg grins at her, and Nellas returns the smile. “I must go, there are some things I need to do, but I wish you the best of luck, my friend.”

“Thank you, Nellas. Have a good day.”

“Likewise!” Nellas says and trots away humming a song. Well, her mission was done. She knew that if she had tried this with Mablung, it would not have worked, but Beleg was easier to handle than Mablung – that stubborn elf could outfox her well. Oh well. Now they were en route to partnership, even if it took a little push from herself.

[onthesandsofdreams]

beleg/mablung + rooftop, please? (i am so.. predictable..)

Pairing: Beleg/Mablung Rating: T Summary: “And what, could you possibly have on the rooftop of the talan, Cúthalion?” Words: 457 Notes: Hope you like it @lycheesodas! I am going with the idea that Doriath had talans, especially on the borders.

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“And what, could you possibly have on the rooftop of the talan, Cúthalion?” Mablung complained as he followed his lover to the top of one of the talans on that laid on the borders of Doriath. Rare was the occasion that they were on the same patrol, so, they did their best when they were.

“You’ll see, oh grumpy one.” Came Beleg’s laughing voice.

And oh, it was quite the sight for when Mablung reached the top. There, on the rooftop, Beleg had somehow managed to lay a blanket and have a pair of candles, not too many, just four so they could see without trouble, food, and wine. “Oh.”

“‘Oh’, he says,” Beleg laughed at seeing his husband’s reaction. “Here I struggle in secrecy to carry out my small romantic gesture and all he says is, ‘oh’. My heart is breaking.”

Mablung shook his head and leaned to place a gentle kiss on Beleg’s lips. “I have never been a poet, Beleg,” he said softly. “You know this. But if it’s reassurance you seek, then know this: my heart gladdens at your gesture.”

Beleg beamed at Mablung, “I know. I only tease, beloved. Come, let us sit and enjoy dinner under the stars.”

“We could have had enjoyed the stars on the ground.”

“Ah! But now we are much closer, no? There are two things I’ll never grow tired of seeing, and that is the stars and you.”

Mablung smiled gently, “Perhaps it is you, beloved, who should talk about training with Daeron, for I see the makings of a poet in you.”

“I reserve my poetry and love for you.” Beleg winked at Mablung, “I managed to sneak a bottle of your favorite wine from our Lord’s cellars.”

Mablung’s brows shot upwards as he inspected the food offerings, “That is quite something, thank you.”

Beleg took the wine and served them both, rose his glass, and Mablung touched his to Beleg’s in a toast “To us.”

“To us.”

The wine was sweet, as Beleg had said, it was one of Mablung’s favorites. They ate in easy silence, occasionally feeding one another, quietly enjoying this stolen time. They knew as the sun rose, they would have to return to their duties, but they could simply be in the moment. Once the food and wine was over, they blew the candles out and laid down, arms wrapped around the other.

“Sweet dreams, love of mine.”

“Rest well, beloved.”

It might not have been a conventionally romantic place, they were, after all, on duty, but they had managed to steal a few moments for themselves and that, was something both were thankful for. And always be, for as long as they were together, they would find a way.

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The Captains [6/?]

Pairing: Beleg/Mablung Rating: T Summary: I just waxed the floors, put your fluffy socks, let’s dance. Words: 500  Notes: A series of short stories (100 - 500 words) centered around them.  Modern AU. Tagging: @lycheesodas

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Mablung arrived home to find Beleg tucked in their bed.

“What is wrong?” He asked as he sat next to Beleg, it was very much unlike Beleg to simply lay down. “Are you feeling okay?”

Beleg lowered the covers enough to show his eyes. “I am fine.”

If anything, that made the alarms in his head go off. Beleg was clearly upset about something, his eyes didn’t have the usual spark and good humor they normally had. He lifted a hand and placed it on Beleg’s forehead, feeling for a fever. Nothing, Beleg’s forehead was normal. “What has you upset,” he lifted a hand, stalling Beleg from arguing. “And don’t tell you, you’re fine, clearly something’s bothering you.”

Beleg sighed, “I can’t never fool you.”

He shook his head, “We’ve known each other too long for lies and badly concealed troubles.”

“Túrin.”

“Ah. Say no more,” he meant it. He knew that Beleg saw the younger man as a mentee, but the boy attracted trouble like nobody else they had ever met. “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll do something to lift your spirits.”

“Oh?”

He stood, “Just wait, I’ll call you when I’m ready.” And without giving Beleg a chance to protest, he stood and made his way back to their living room. He grabbed the waxing machine and began to clean their floor. Once it was well waxed, it would be fun to just slip in or dance in it in fluffy socks. But he also made sure to order some food, he knew that they had leftovers, but it was better to buy something Beleg loved to eat.

It didn’t take him long to finish the floors, he made his way back to their bedroom. “Beleg, dearest, come up. Let’s have some fun, I just waxed the floors, put your fluffy socks, let’s dance.”

Beleg perked at that. “You just came home, and you waxed the floors? You truly are the best partner.”

“I also ordered your favorite food.” He said smiling, “Come one, food’s not here yet, we have time to dance for a while.”

Beleg jumped out of the bed, rushing to put his fluffy socks. Once he was ready, they made their way to the living room, it was then that Beleg just rushed on and slipped around for a bit. “Well, this promises to be fun.”

He grinned and put some fun music, “Let us dance,” and dance they did. Being careful not to fall, they still managed to have fun slipping around while they dance. They only stopped when food arrived, but they didn’t eat it immediately, they kept dancing for a good while.

Beleg clung to him for a moment, with a smile that reached his eyes. “You are just the best, you know that Mablung?”

“Well, I do try. And I do hate seeing you upset.”

“I am a lucky man, having you as a partner. I love you, always.”

“And I love you too, always forever and ever.”

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ooh, requests!! can i get beleg/mablung + flower crowns, please? 🌼💖

Pairing: Beleg/Mablung Rating: T Summary:  In Mablung’s hands there is a flower crown. Words: 777  Notes: As requested, hope you like it.

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It is a bright summer day, Beleg and Mablung are having a day off, and it had been Beleg’s idea for them to go into one of the meadows and have a nice picnic. And they had. They had procured a bountiful basket with food, and they had even managed to get a special bottle of wine for them to enjoy. The meadow they picked was a large and sunny one, there were flowers everywhere and they placed the blanket in a clear spot, the flowers swayed in the breeze around them.

It was only after they had already eaten, and Beleg found sleep tugging in his mind. “I am tired,” he said as he tried to prevent a yawn from escaping his mouth. “I swear, I slept well last night.”

“I know, I was there.” Beleg could hear the slight amusement in Mablung’s voice. “Why don’t you sleep a while, I might even do so myself. Take a nap, rest.”

Beleg smiled at his lover, then leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Mablung’s lips. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Mablung shook his head, brown hair tickling Beleg’s face. “If you’re tired, you should rest and I can keep watch.”

“Thank you,” Beleg said and laid down on Mablung’s thigh. “Wake me in an hour, please.”

“Of course.”

Mablung’s smiling face was what Beleg saw as he began to sink into sleep slowly. And he fell asleep with the security of knowing that Mablung would always keep him safe, even inside the Girdle, his lover was home and someone he felt completely safe with.

***

Beleg came back to awareness with a gentle movement of his lover’s leg. He blinked and grabbed onto his lover’s tight, “Did I sleep long?”

“Not too much. Did you rest well?”

“I did. And what is that you’re doing? I can feel you moving.”

“A small thing for you.”

“Oh?” Beleg twists and that’s when he sees it. In Mablung’s hands there is a flower crown. It is a little crooked and doesn’t look quite right, but still, it makes his heart skip a bit and make him feel like a young elf again. “That is lovely.” He says and means it, the flowers are blue wild ones that can be found around them and he knows it will compliment his hair.

“It’s not quite right…”

“It is more than enough,” Beleg pushes himself upwards, takes Mablung’s frowning face in his hands and places a quick kiss on his lips. And smiles into the kiss when Mablung places his hands atop of his. “And I will wear it proudly.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“Well, I am a very sweet elf.”

A snort. “I love you, you fool.”

“I love you too, oh serious one.” Beleg replied and took the flower crown and placed it on his head. “I owe you one.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes.”

A deep sigh, “Fine.”

Beleg gives Mablung a smug smile and tucked himself inside of Mablung’s arms, closing his eyes and inhaling Mablung’s clean scent. Then, in fit of mischief, he used his weight to make sure both of them laid back on the blanket. Privately promising himself to make a flower crown for his lover before the day was over. “That’s what I thought.”

Mablung didn’t answer with words, his arms wrapped tightly on Beleg. And they remained so for long moments, simply content with being with one another in peace.

It was only after a while, that Beleg’s hands itched from doing nothing, so he stood, giving a smile at Mablung and set himself to collect flowers. He picked white ones, so they would stand up against Mablung’s dark brown locks.

Beleg worked quickly, his hands easily treading the stems with one another, making a crown. When he was done, he pulled Mablung to him, gently placing the crown on his head.

Mablung smiled gently, and then placed his hands on Beleg’s face, pulling him for a kiss.

Beleg responded with passion, his hands carefully tangling in Mablung’s hair. Only parting when air became needed. “I love you,” he whispered against Mablung’s lips.

“And I love you,” It was the quiet response.

Beleg rested his forehead against that of his lover, closing his eyes and simply enjoying the moment. He knew that they had to return to Menegroth, but they still had enough time before they had to. “I like this,” he said. “Just the two of us together in peace and calm. We should do this more often.”

“Yes, we should. As much as can.”

Beleg sighed contently. “It’s a deal then.”

“It’s a deal.”

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The Captains [3/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Rating: T Summary: It is Beleg who wakes first. At his side, Mablug is barely stirring. Words: 425 Notes: Established relationship. Tagging: @lycheesodas

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    It is Beleg who wakes first.

At his side, Mablug is barely stirring. He smiles, it’s rare that he beats Mablug at rising, Mablung is up always by a few minutes before than he does, so this is a nice change.

“Morning,” Mablung says, voice thick with sleep, his eyes still haven’t focused well and sleep lingers in them.

His smile grows, “You are very endearing when you’re still half-asleep, did you know?” He teases, but he lifts a gentle hand to brush away a stray strand of dark hair.

Mablung blinks several times, as if he were fending sleep, but still smiles at him. “Well, that’s something I don’t hear every day.”

“How could you? You are among the earliest raisers that I know. So I count myself fortunate to be able to see you like this.”

Mablung lifts a hand to cup his cheek, “Thank you,” his voice is soft as he speaks. “Have you been up long?”

He turns a bit, placing a gentle kiss on the palm of his lover, then shakes his head. “Barely a few minutes. I simply woke, I did not wanted to leave the bed, it’s quite comfortable.” The hand retreats after that.

Mablung chuckles, “Well, it is a proper bed and you have been away for far too long. Tell me, do you have plans for today?”

He shakes his head, “No. You?”

“Nothing, how about this, let’s stay in bed and simply be.”

“That is very self indulgent coming from you, darling.”

“It’s not everyday,” Mablung shrugs, “Let’s be foolish lovers and behave so, a day of nothing but lounging in bed, and enjoy each other’s company.”

“Well, it’s been a while since the court has had something to gossip about.” Then, he frowns, “Are you fine with that?”

A snort. “The court gossips about everything, you’re just not here often to see hear it. And besides, since when do you care?”

“I don’t. I simply wonder about you. You are here more than I,” he shakes his head, “but then again, I doubt anyone would be foolish to anger you by saying something to your face.”

The feral smile that Mablung gives him should not be so attractive. “Indeed. No one would dare, so let them speak. And let us enjoy our time.”

“Very well, but should we order food first, I think.”

“That’s fine with me.”

He smiles and leans down to place a gentle kiss on Mablung’s lips, and gets one back with equal softness and love. “Let’s get that food then.”