2/? part, “To Save Your Heart”, silvergifting fic
He waited for a while, hardly thinking about anything and breathing deeply, trying to calm down. He couldn’t think in such a situation. He needs to focus. When some time had passed and he thought that Celebrimbor had fallen asleep deeply enough, he gently lifted his head and pulled his hand out from under it. Tyelpe frowned in displeasure, but did not wake up. Great. Then Mairon got out of bed and looked around. They were in the elf’s room, the room that was in Eregion.
It seemed to him more and more that this was a joke of the Valar. It’s just… what the Morgoth? If these are Irmo’s dreams, they shouldn’t look so real, and he shouldn’t feel like he’s awake. He could have checked. Mairon looked around and found a familiar doorway, behind which was Tyelpe’s office, the one he used for personal business. Mairon had several memories related to the table standing there… right now he needed the topmost locker.
He quickly went to the table and opened the cabinet. As expected, he found a letter opener there. It was Tyelpe’s favorite knife. Mairon took it in his hand and weighed it. It’s a nice, handy knife. He grabbed him more comfortably and slashed at the inside of his left arm, not too deep, but enough to draw blood.
Maia looked at his hand as if it had just betrayed him, and giggled hysterically. Dark red blood trickled down his skin and dripped onto the floor. He will need to clean it up.… But that wasn’t the important thing right now, it was the fact that Mairon could clearly feel the cut throbbing with pain. He thought about cutting deeper with the knife to make sure, but dismissed the thought. this is enough (at least for the time being, until he finds a way to check more accurately) to make sure that these are not dreams sent by Irmo. And he’s alive. Why? How? He would have to deal with that later.
He heard the creak of floorboards and turned his head a little towards the doorway, where Celebrimbor was standing very worried, hastily putting on only a shirt. He jumped up to him, knocked the knife out of his palm and grabbed his left hand, looking at the cut with almost horror.
“What happened, Annatar? Did you cut yourself? Why?! Is everything okay!?” He was bombarded with questions that Mairon didn’t have time to answer. Celebrimbor was looking at him with a worried expression on his face. And Mairon didn’t even open his mouth, or rather he opened it and froze, his eyes wide open, outlining the elf’s face. No one had called him by that name for so long that now it was strange and unusual to hear it from the mouth of this elf. For some reason, it was only now that he realized that Celebrimbor was really, really alive, breathing, and not a figment of his imagination (at this rate, it wasn’t far from a panic attack).
“Annatar! Are you completely stupid!? Of course, I understand that you’re Maya, and you don’t mind such cuts, but-!”
“Hush, Tyelpe, hush, it’s okay,” Mairon said in the softest voice he could muster, which didn’t seem to have the desired effect, because the elf recoiled from him as if scalded, looking at him with a shocked look. However, he did not let go of Mairon’s hand.
“Anna, are you sure you’re okay?” Why did you… well… cut yourself? You can talk to me if you need to, really… I’ll listen to you, always.…
“It’s okay,” He insisted, putting his other hand on his shoulder reassuringly and squeezing. “Really, Tyelpe. I’m sorry I scared you. I had to check something. I won’t cut myself anymore.”
Celebrimbor exhaled with relief and let go of his hand.
“We need to treat your cut. Does it hurt much?”
Mairon assured him that there was no pain, and there was no need to treat anything. He reached out to his power and the cut closed. “You see, Tyelpe, everything is fine. Let’s go back to bed?”. They went into the room, and maia snuggled against the elf’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. How strange. He killed him himself. Split his bright, full of ideas head with Grandfather Celebrimbor’s hammer. And now… it didn’t happen? Maia, as it seemed to him, guessed what had happened. But he decided to think about it later, instead burrowing into Tyelpe’s warm body and “falling asleep.”
