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[ That's not a disinterested brow that lifts ... but, anyway. ]

I remember clearer snatches here and there when I might have slain her, when she failed to keep me dosed. [ Cheek on Adar's shoulder again, he curls a hand in the front of his soft tunic. ] Mercifully, never when she used me.

[He wraps Aemond back up in his arms, his hands stroking through his hair and down his back again and again in a gentle, soothing motion.] It is easy to freeze or be too befuddled to do what you later think you should have, in the moment. That still does not make it your fault.

I fear the witch will walk toward me in the castle, out of nowhere. Around a corner. More so than seeing my uncle.

[ He closes his eyes, hidden and safe in Adar's arms. ]

You must kill her if she finds her way here.

She would soon mistake me for my former master even without knowing him to fear him if she showed her face here, my love.

Thank you. I love you.

[ And also, ]

I will also keep Sauron far from you, rest assured.

No. Absolutely not. If Sauron is here, you leave. Go as far as the land will allow you to.

[Never, ever has he sounded more forceful about anything.]

I will not run away when your terrifying former lover rears his head.

[ He looks up, annoyed. ]

You are mine to protect, Adar, however much you may regret agreeing to that in vows. Twice.

Aemond, running is the only thing you can do. You cannot fight a dragon with fists and you cannot take down a maiar with a single sword. Or even two. Not really. Not forever.

I regret nothing I have promised you, what I regret and am grateful for all at once is how fundamentally you do not understand this problem.

Then I will talk to him.

Almost a worse choice than trying to pummel him.

What would you talk to him about?

I would be polite.

That is not what I asked, love.

I would tell him not to talk or look at you again if he wished not to be cleaved into pieces for my dragon's supper. Respectfully.

He could pull you apart piece by piece without so much as breaking a sweat. Respectfully. [He said, getting both annoyed and upset at the idea again.] Your dragon is but a babe compared to the ones he kept in Angband.

He will not turn up here, nor will my witch. We are becoming paranoid in our worrying.

[ Sighing, he touches Adar's face and traces a scar with a thumb. ]

But if there is another way to make you angry, I should like to know it.

[ Oho. ]

I have never found there to be too much paranoia about Sauron. Somehow he always finds a way...

[Nonetheless, he wasn't here now.]

Why do you wish to anger me?

You have an attractive look to you when angry.

Because you still have not seen me truly angry. [He tuts sliding his hands down his back again but this time over his arse and pulling him closer.] I am not a kind creature when pressed.

Oh, I am very intimidated.

[ He shakes out his hair, tossing it free over his shoulders as he squirrels in closer with Adar's tugging. ]

What a big, scary elf I have married! So strong, so brave ... he steals books with nary a care for their reader!

[He rolls his eyes and gives him the gentlest smack on the backside.]

That did offend you more than me manhandling you ever has.

I think you will find I am letting you manhandle me every time, the belief in your own strength is quite a fiction of your own making. Perhaps that can be the topic of your book.

[ What a brat. ]

Mmn. [He looks like he is very thoughtfully considering that and then in a flash he has Aemond off the bed by his throat and then slammed back down into the mattress on his back, Adar leaning over him. And though the grip is far from choking, it is firm.]

You are right, I am frightfully frail.

[ Why are elves so fast? What is the need? Beyond making Aemond horny, that is, squirming beneath him. He clears his breathless throat as best he can, giving a pinned shrug. ]

... See? Letting you.

[Eru loves his firstborn children, what can he say?]

If you are letting me then you can get me off you. [He says, leaning just a little more on the hand that is still on his throat.]

[ Think fast, Aemond. He slides a knee up Adar's side and instead of trying to free himself, twirls a finger through his long hair beside his head. ]

What if I don't want to, Daddy?

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