“Well, well, well. And here I was, thinking you’d abandoned us after Beleriand sank. I’ve been indulging local custom and learning to fish, you see… If I’d known there’d be such prizes awaiting me in the depths, I’d have started sooner. What a catch! What a catch indeed… most silvery and slick. Don’t thrash so! You’ll only worsen the knots. If you promise not to make a fuss, I’ll let you down on deck– there you can squirm and wriggle and flash your pretty fins in the sun all you like.”

masteroftheseas:

meme: netted ossë || accepting

It had been intended as an innocent game to play with the local fishermen, but he had gotten too cocky. It was common sense to check the crew before swimming into a net, but with all that had happened he’d grown lax.

He was already out of the water before he sensed something was off, and he thrashed in surprise when he realized why. Sure, he could just abandon his fana and flee, but that would be seen as a sign of weakness and fear. And Ossë feared nothing at sea.

Glaring and hissing, he stilled and bared his fangs in mute warning. “I make no promises,” he growled, “not to you.”

“Ouh, Ossë! You cut me to the quick! We haven’t seen each other in an Age! Don’t you want to spend an hour or two renewing our timeless friendship? Besides…”

“…Do you want me to cut you down from there or not? I’m happy to leave you hanging out to dry with the rest of the flounders if you’re not in the mood to chat with family.” 

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