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“Good morning.”
Thranduil was not entirely sure that the other occupant of the bed was awake, so to hear Finrod’s voice was to confirm he was not the only one staring at the embers in the fireplace. He kissed the back of Finrod’s neck where golden hair had parted for him. “Good morning.”
Finrod turned in Thranduil’s arms. Their noses bumped together. “I assume the fact you are still here means you were not disgusted by what you saw last night.”
“If that was the case, I would not have gone from seeing to touching to…” Thranduil leaned in and lazily kissed Finrod. “Is this trait...common among the Noldor? Is that rude of me to ask?”
Finrod shook his head and ran his fingers through Thranduil’s hair. “No to both. I know only one other who is like me; an aunt, who remained in Valinor.”
“It certainly made for a very unique experience last night,” said Thranduil.
Finrod cupped Thranduil’s cheek and smiled. “You are very sweet,” he said softly.
“I have another question,” said Thranduil slowly. “It may not be appropriate to ask.”
“We did a lot of things last night that might not be considered appropriate after a night of singing and a bottle of wine, but we did them anyway,” said Finrod with a chuckle. “I regret none of it, I am surprised how quickly we went from the mead hall to my bed, though I do feel I might have offered you some amount of warning–”
“Warning?”
“About…” Finrod sighed. “You know.”
“I know. However, I would not call it a warning. I suppose this is not the reaction you usually get.”
“We will not speak the litany of names I have been called by would-be lovers who turned out to be rude and closed-minded.” Finrod smiled again. “You still have a question.”
“I do, but it may be too soon.”
“Thranduil…” Finrod bit his lip. “While I know there are cultural differences between us, I can recognize that laws and customs here as they pertain to what constitutes marriage are not so different to what is found in Valinor. So...if I may be so bold to say...husband, you should ask your question.”
Thranduil nuzzled Finrod and said, “I hope this means you do not have plans to depart Doriath too soon.”
“I intend to stay as long as I am welcome,” said Finrod. “Yet, I do not believe that was your question.”
“No; you are correct.” Thranduil held his breath, and then asked, “Since you are as you are, would that mean...and forgive me if this is too personal–”
“Thranduil, your tongue was in practically every orifice I have last night. You may ask me a personal question.”
“Very true. Alright. I wonder, as you are, does this mean you are able to carry a child?”
Finrod tilted his head to the side and contemplated the words. “I do not know,” he admitted.
“Again, I apologize if–”
“Would you like to try?”
Thranduil swallowed back the rest of his sentence. “Right now?”
Finrod nodded.
Thranduil rolled them so that he was peering down at Finrod. “Absolutely yes,” he answered.