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A Rainy Night In Eregion

(my other TROP fanfics)

Silverscars (Adar x Celebrimbor) for TROP Cozy Cuddle(s) Week 2025. Fluff, some humor. Celebrimbor, wrapped up warm under the covers with a book, waits for Adar to come to bed as well. Only for the uruk to arrive dripping wet and shivering (despite what he might claim) from the ice-cold temperatures and the rain outside. As he shivers and his teeth chatter, the elf shows concern and coaxes Adar into cuddling for warmth. Celebrimbor might suffer cold feet at his shins, a chilly nose at his neck and freezing hands on his body. But he’d do it again for Adar any time.

Yaaay my first fic for Cozy Cuddle(s) Week 2025! :D And of course it’s silverscars again. I had a few ideas bouncing around my head once I first heard of the event, but only managed to sit down and actually write this down about 2 weeks before it started. The idea just wouldn’t leave my head! I hope you lovely people will like this! Enjoy!

Thank you again @rivendellwatch for organizing this event, and good luck to all the lovely writers, cheerleaders, readers, graphics makers, commenters and other people who participate in it! <3

(For those of you who prefer to read this fanfic on AO3, here is the link)

Autumn had arrived in Eregion. By day, this meant the trees were hanging full of leaves in the colors of golden yellow, fire orange and sunrise red. Gatherers would go out to collect mushrooms in the forest across the river, and parents would collect acorns and pinecones with their children to decorate their houses with.

By night, however, this meant that temperatures would drop to the point that Celebrimbor preferred wearing a thick cloak as he walked back to his private quarters, and would often light the fireplace – or put in more wood – as soon as he entered any room.

Autumn also meant that big, dark clouds hung over the city at times, as was the case on this very day. It thankfully hadn’t started to rain until the late evening however, and so the Lord of Eregion had reached his chambers without any problems, aside from some mild shivering.

Now, he was safely tucked into bed and had managed to warm up again. The fireplace was not properly lit anymore but still glowing faintly, and would hopefully keep the rooms at a temperature that wasn’t freezing cold till the early morning hours.

Leaning against the headboard with two thick, fluffy pillows at his back, most of his body safely hidden underneath a mountain of blankets, and with a book in hand, the smith found it easier to bear the change of the seasons, even if he found himself missing the sun at times.

There was a faint chill in the air even in his bedroom, however, which made him pull up the covers with a small frown. He reminded himself, not for the first time, that the seasons were beneficial for the animals and the plants, even if he, as a singular elf, was not particularly fond of the resulting changes. Or that the prospect that the warmest days of the year might be over.

He also reminded himself that this meant he’d have time for different things – less walks in the gardens perhaps, or standing outside the balcony to drink tea, but instead more evenings he could retire early and read, or spend time in bed with the one he loved and cared about.

It was still hard to believe at times, that he and Adar had found each other. Or how they had done so. Their relationship had begun rather tumultuously, when the leader of the uruk and his most loyal children had managed to sneak into Eregion, and steal Celebrimbor like one would a treasure.

Right from underneath Annatar’s nose. Who was actually not called Annatar, but Sauron, and who had been pretty angry about the smith’s disappearance, to say the least. He’d learned much from Celebrimbor already, but as it turned out, he still couldn’t make the rings for men on his own.

Luring the Deceiver into a trap, fighting and defeating him had taken a long time, and put the elf into much danger, but it had all been worth it in the end. Eregion and Mordor were now safe, as was all of Middle-earth, and Celebrimbor and Adar, well…

It seemed as if shared concern for their people and conviction to kill Morgoth’s Shadow once and for all could serve as more than just a way to collaborate. Celebrimbor still didn’t know exactly how it had happened, but – they’d become rather fond of each other. To the point of protecting each other from the elves, the uruk, and Sauron alike.

To the point that now, years and years later, they were still feeling the same kind of affection for each other as what had grown between them in the uruk camp. Yes, mundane everyday life had found its way into their relationship as well, as was to be expected, but nobody could deny they were still very much in love with each other.

Least of all the two of them.

Case in point, Celebrimbor had tucked Adar’s covers underneath his own, so that when Adar returned to their chambers, he could give him the warmed sheets to lay under. The uruk often claimed to be impervious to the elements, in response to which Celebrimbor nodded and pretended not to be aware of the way the other shivered after being outside for longer periods of times.

He’d learned that yes, the uruk as a whole were able to withstand great heat, like that of the Orodruin and Mordor, but once water froze into ice, they were as vulnerable as anyone else. Including Adar. Who of course pretended otherwise to set a good example, and appear stronger than he truly was.

Celebrimbor supposed it had been necessary in the past. In time, Adar and the uruk might learn that they didn’t have to posture and push themselves beyond their capabilities to survive, but that would certainly take more than a decade.

As Celebrimbor pondered this, he began to hear steps approach their quarters. The elf perked up, put the book aside – Rúmil, which both Elrond and Adar had recommended to him and which Celebrimbor tried his best to enjoy, but found he simply could not, no matter how hard he tried – and sat up higher in bed.

He’d recognize these steps anywhere; Adar still wore his armor when he made his rounds, and his steps were usually slow and heavy, chainmail clicking as he walked.

The uruk was faster than usual, and his steps sounded slightly…off. In a way Celebrimbor couldn’t quite explain.

The reason for this soon became clear, as the door to their shared quarters was being pushed open and Adar entered. After a brief moment of standing in the open door, the uruk walked over to their shared bedroom, where he again came to a standstill after taking just one step inside.

Celebrimbor felt his eyebrows rise so high they threatened to disappear into his hairline, and was quite sure he had to look utterly flabbergasted as he beheld Adar.

The Lord Father of the uruk wasn’t just wet. He was drenched. Water was dripping out of his hair, down his face, out of his chainmail and from his tunic. His steps had sounded differently because his boots were waterlogged and squished as he took each step, dragging water everywhere.

The elf was ready to ask if the other had fallen into the Glanduin, right when a lightning strike outside made him jump and turn his head towards the windows. He’d been so immersed in his thoughts, and picking apart all the ways in which he disliked Rúmil’s poetry, that it seemed he hadn’t realized that it had begun to rain in earnest.

Not a light spray, either. No, it was pouring, raindrops seemingly huge and incredibly loud on the windowpanes, and coming so fast and in such numbers that Celebrimbor couldn’t tell apart individual drops no matter how hard he tried.

He turned his widened eyes back onto Adar, who still remained standing in the door. He looked slightly paler than usual, and wore a grim expression.

“Apologies,” the other spoke into the silence of the bedroom. “I got held up as I tried to make my way back to you.”

“By Eru,” Celebrimbor replied, and clutched at the covers, “What happened to you?” He found himself worried. Elves and uruk were far less likely to fall sick than most other peoples of Middle-earth, but with the way Adar looked, the smith wasn’t sure if this would be enough to protect him in this instance.

He thought he could see Adar’s hand tremble as the uruk hid his naked one behind the one with the gauntlet.

The other’s answer sounded almost wry. “I think I should have left for Eregion earlier than I did. But Glug came to me with a report that he deemed urgent, and when I made to finally leave,” he lifted his chin and motioned it towards the window, “it was to this.”

Celebrimbor was almost certain that he could see Adar’s lips tremble, before he clenched his jaw and hid any motion behind a stoic expression.

The elf blinked as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I- You look like you got caught in a flooding,” was the best he could come up with. He was tempted to get up and out of bed, but when he moved to do so, Adar held up a hand and bid him to remain seated. Considering that the air that hit the elf’s skin was far more chilly than he had anticipated, he was quick to follow the uruk’s motion.

The yearning to help the other somehow remained nonetheless. “Is there anything I can do?”

Adar shook his head. “I am afraid not. Let me just- get these off,” he indicated his armor and clothes, “And hang them in front of the fireplace.”

He lifted a foot to go and walk, only to pause at the sound of wet leather and the way water dripped from his boot as he did. He exhaled a breath and added, “And maybe find something to dry myself with, before I join you.”

Celebrimbor nodded, “There’s um- there should be some towels you can use. From when I took a bath some hours ago.” It was the best he could offer. He’d selfishly decided against putting yet another log into the fireplace earlier to stay in bed, snug and warm, and Adar had often insisted that he did not need for Celebrimbor to prepare his night clothes for him, preferring to choose himself as he came to bed each night.

“I got your blanket underneath my own. So that will at least be warm, once you return,” the elf offered, and felt a bit of tension ease from his body as Adar turned back towards him over his shoulder and gave him a small, grateful smile in response. The elf couldn’t help but return it with one of his own.

“That is much appreciated, Tyelpe. Thank you,” the uruk said, voice soft, before he visibly tore himself away and strode back in the direction of the fireplace. Soon, noises of chainmail rattling, metal clanking and wet fabric being stripped from damp skin could be heard. Adar even took time to squeeze out his long hair, by the sound of it.

The servants would surely scold the two of them something fierce come morning, but Celebrimbor didn’t care in the least. He reached over, and hugged Adar’s pillow to himself to warm that up, too, as he looked for anything else that might help the other fight off the chill once he came to bed.

He was fairly certain he’d seen the other shiver already, as well as Adar’s attempts to hide it. The elf had no doubt the other had lost much body heat in the rain, and knowing how utterly miserable that could be, he wanted to try and help the other reclaim it – and quickly.

The smith knew that elves were naturally more resistant to illness than most other peoples of Middle-earth, and that the uruk also were rather hardy, but he had no idea whether or not it was to same degree his own people. Adar was more prone to pruning in water than him, and he also left footprints in the snow and the mud to a much higher degree than Celebrimbor and the other elves did, for example.

There was no telling what Morgoth’s and Sauron’s foul magic had wrought, and Celebrimbor wasn’t terribly keen to find out whether or not Adar might be able to get gravely ill from running around being wet and cold from the rain.

The smith tried to peek through the opened door and into the rest of their shared quarters, but due to the relative dimness, he could only see Adar’s silhouette, standing close to the fireplace as he seemed to dry himself with the towels that Celebrimbor had used earlier that day.

Illuminated by the orange glow of the embers, and the faint light of one or two candles that still burned, the uruk cut a striking figure as he moved. Despite being quick and efficient, Celebrimbor had…a few things to look at.

He couldn’t find any enjoyment in doing so, however, since he could clearly make out that Adar’s hands were shaking now, and how his whole body seemed to twitch with tremors that he did his best to fight down.

The uruk also kept the towels tightly wrapped around himself as he came back into their bedroom; he was seemingly doing his best to remain composed, but it was obvious to Celebrimbor – who saw Adar everyday and was used to his more slow, measured, even movements – that the other was more hurried than he usually was.

The handle to his wardrobe slipped out of his fingers once, causing Adar to curse under his breath, before he pulled the heavy door open and blindly reached inside, quick to draw out a set of smallclothes and a thicker nightshirt. He was so quick to pull it on that he almost got tangled in the garment.

“I can help you,” Celebrimbor offered, and motioned Adar to come over. The uruk briefly halted, his pride warring with his need for warmth, before he walked over to the bed. He didn’t even close the door to the wardrobe.

The elf was by now convinced that Adar was actually freezing, even if he did a formidable attempt at hiding it from him. Celebrimbor reached out and untangled the fabric, then helped to pull the garment over Adar’s head and down his arms.

As Adar looked up and Celebrimbor moved to gather the other’s long, dark hair and move it out of his collar, he saw with a surge of worry that the uruk’s lips had turned a slightly purplish color. He’d seen similarly on the men if they got too cold, though their lips went blue; he supposed it might be due to Adar’ black blood that his looked differently.

And then he startled as his fingers touched Adar’s skin.

“By Eru. You’re cold as ice!” He exclaimed. His body wanted nothing more than to recoil, the other’s temperature so low it seemed to suck the warmth out of his fingertips, but Celebrimbor’s concern pushed him to ignore his instincts and reach out again.

The difference between the elf’s and the uruk’s body heat felt like a shock to the smith, and even Adar twitched at the touch to his shoulders, and drew in a small hiss, though he was quick to grasp Celebrimbor’s hand as the elf hesitated in response to his noise. The uruk’s fingers, too, were chilled.

“I suppose the metal leeched much warmth out of me,” the uruk pondered, and visibly tipped towards the elf before he caught himself and slightly drew back again.

The movement reminded the Lord of Eregion that he still had the other’s pillow and covers, and was quick to relinquish both, putting down the pillow and then drawing back his own blankets to hand over the uruk’s.

Adar had already begun to draw the nightshirt over his legs, and gladly reached over to take the blankets to cover himself. He nodded at Celebrimbor in gratitude, only the movement was jerkier than usual.

With how cold the other’s hands had been, it stood to reason that moving the heavy covers was difficult for Adar, perhaps even painful, and so the smith quickly reached over to help him.

It was then, as the uruk wrapped himself up, that his attempts to hide his shivering failed him; his teeth began to chatter despite the way he clenched his jaw, hands shaking before he managed to hide them. The rest of his body followed quickly. Celebrimbor tried to ignore it even as he tucked Adar in and pulled back his dark, damp hair so he wouldn’t lay on it.

Within a few moments, Adar was tightly wound in the covers, with only his eyes poking out. Celebrimbor would have found it cute, if he wasn’t so concerned about the uruk.

He gave up one of his own throw blankets from the end of the bed and draped it on top of Adar’s as well, then moved to lay down, turned onto his side and drew his own covers up to his own chin. The elf soon lay face to face with Adar, and watched in his cocoon of blankets.

“T-thank-k y-y-ou, T-t-tyelpe,” the other tried, but soon clamped his lips shut again.

“Of course, Beloved,” the smith replied, frowning. He bit his lip and pondered on what to do; he could get up and try to put some more logs into the fireplace, but even if he managed to reignite the fire, it would take some time until its warmth spread to their bedroom, and he himself would likely be freezing as well by the time it did.

Two cold fingers below his mouth drew his attention; Adar was looking intently at him as he gently, but insistently, pulled Celebrimbor’s lower lip out from between his own teeth. “Y-you will r-regret that l-l-later,” he breathed, body still jerking involuntarily from the cold.

At least these movements meant the other was slowly beginning to warm up, as the elf had learned. “D-do not w-w-worry on m-my behalf.”

Celebrimbor gave him a lopsided, wry grin, and caught Adar’s hand between his own, warming his ice-cold digits between his palms. “I can’t help it. It pains me to see you so unwell.”

“I-it will only t-take an-n-nother m-m-moment,” Adar tried to reassure him, but also reached out with his other hand, both of which the elf soon held clasped in his own. He brought them to his lips and breathed onto them.

Again, Adar hissed. At the smith’s worried look, he explained, “Y-your breath is v-very hot on my c-c-cold skin, i-is all. P-please d-d-don’t stop.”

Celebrimbor was quick to nod, and continued to blow warm air onto the uruk’s chilled fingers. Again, he was torn, with his body insisting on keeping his hard-won warmth and comfort for itself, while his heart ached to share it with the other – even if Celebrimbor knew that he, too, would make noises of discomfort if he did, at the very least. Just Adar’s hands alone caused a shiver to run down his own spine.

But the other was still shaking, and the elf wouldn’t – couldn’t – see him be so miserable.

“Come closer,” he insisted, and reluctantly moved one hand to lift the edge of his blanket to make his point. “It’s warmer below my covers, and I can share my body heat with you this way.”

Adar immediately made to argue, in response to which Celebrimbor stared at the uruk with a frown and cut in, “No arguments. I will find no sleep seeing you like this,” and because he couldn’t help it, he added with a quirk of his lips, “And even if I could, your teeth chattering would surely keep me awake anyways.”

Adar snorted in response, but there was a faint hint of smile on his face as well. He hesitated for only a moment, and did not insist on asking Celebrimbor if he truly was sure, as he usually would have done. Another indication of how uncomfortable he had to be.

The uruk was slow to move at first, reluctant to give up what little warmth he’d managed to accumulate, but then he fastened his movements, sliding across the small distance between them as Celebrimbor lifted up the edge of his blanket further up and opened his arms, cool night air making him shiver. Adar gladly followed his invitation, only sparing a moment to drag over his own covers and half-pull them over the elf’s.

If the night air had already brought an unwelcome chill to Celebrimbor’s skin, it paled in comparison to the shock that Adar’s freezingly cold body turned out to be. It felt as if being hugged by winter itself as the uruk wound arms around his middle and moved in close, his large hands two distinctly cold points on Celebrimbor’s hips that made his stomach muscles tense when Adar slipped them under the elf’s nightshirt.

Soon, they were chest to chest with one another, yet more cool skin touching Celebrimbor’s own as Adar pressed his nose to the elf’s neck and also, finally, lifted one of his legs to throw it over the Celebrimbor’s hips and entangled their legs.

The elf had clenched his jaw with a groan as Adar moved in close, but otherwise had managed to bear it despite the way his own body began to shiver at the physical contact.

He did, however, end up cursing – and rather loudly, too – as the uruk tucked in his feet and set them onto the smith’s shins.

“A-are you sure you didn’t fall into the Glanduin after all?” Celebrimbor finally asked, once he’d managed to regain his voice. His words came out unusually high-pitched and sounding like a whine.

And yet, he still lifted his arms and wrapped them around Adar’s middle and shoulders in turn, drew other even closer towards himself. They were both shivering by now, and the elf blindly reached to try and spread all their blankets over them both in the faint hope that they might warm up again faster this way.

“Y-yes, I am,” the other replied. He was clinging to Tyelpe, desperately chasing his warmth. “B-but this is almost as dire, it s-seems.”

They both miserably remained this way for a while, wrapped around each other and waiting for feeling to return to their limbs. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to take terribly long until Adar stopped shaking quite so badly. His teeth soon stopped chattering as well, and while he remained burrowed into Celebrimbor’s chest and neck, his grip eventually slackened a little, too.

The elf counted it as a victory, even with how uncomfortable Adar’s feet on his shins remained. “Better?” he gently asked.

The other slowly nodded into his neck, and brushed a kiss against the skin. Celebrimbor would have liked to claim that the resulting shiver was from something other than the cold, but sadly, that would have been a lie. “Y-yes.”

“Good,” the elf replied, and buried his own nose in Adar’s hair; it was slowly drying as well, which was a relief. “I hope you are prepared to act as my pillow for the rest of the night, and the nights to come. Those cold feet of yours could be used as torture devices.”

A small chuckle came from Adar, and he rubbed his thumbs over Celebrimbor’s hips. “Well, serves you right. Now you know how I feel most nights.”

The elf leant back with an offended noise and peered down at the crown of Adar’s head with an incredulous expression. The uruk willingly reliniquished his place from where he was tucked into the smith’s neck to look back at him. The grin he wore made Celebrimbor reach out and very lightly pinch the uruk’s nose as he glared balefully at him. “Very funny. So this is the thanks I get for being a concerned partner.”

Adar’s grin turned into a smile, then, soft and fond. His whole expression softened, in fact, which made him look incredibly – and unfairly – attractive, in Celebrimbor’s opinion. “No. This is,” the uruk said, then leaned up and gently kissed the smith’s lips.

Who let his eyes slip closed as he leaned into the touch with a small hum, ever unable to resist the other’s affections. It was merely a press of lips, nothing particularly deep or passionate, but it conveyed Adar’s thanks easily and clearly with how close he pressed, the small sigh of relief as their lips touched.

It made Celebrimbor tighten his hold on Adar and draw the other a bit further up as he kept him close, while the uruk angled his head into a more comfortable position and cupped the back of his Celebrimbor’s head, gentle fingers rubbing at his scalp in just the way the elf enjoyed best.

When they eventually parted, Adar didn’t move far, but instead brought their noses close to softly rub them against each other. “Was that adequate?” he teased, lightly. Celebrimbor noted that his teeth had fully stopped chattering by now, and only mild tremors shook his body from time to time.

He smiled at Adar with just a hint of mischief. “Hm. Perhaps as partial pay. I’d like to have another one, just to be sure,” he said, so soft it was almost a whisper, and brushed his mouth against the uruk’s, who opened his own and tipped his head further up to bring the two of them together once more.

“That can be arranged,” he said, voice rumbling, and then they were kissing again.

It took quite a bit of time until they felt warm enough to be truly comfortable, but gradually, they did. The elf noticed it in how Adar eventually fully relaxed into the bed, and how he himself forgot about where the uruk’s feet were, and rather focused on the comfortable weight of his leg slung over his own hip, the way the other’s breath was an even, calming lull as he lay in Celebrimbor’s arms.

He was pleasantly sleepy by the time Adar hummed and pecked Celebrimbor’s lips once more, before he asked, “Do you want to change positions? You asked for me to act as your pillow, after all.”

“Hm-hm,” the smith confirmed, and gladly let the other be the one to shift the two of them around this time, until Adar lay on his back and had Celebrimbor tucked into his side, with his head on Adar’s chest, where the elf slung an arm over his hip. The uruk’s own arm similarly snuck over the elf’s shoulder, with his hand finding its place on Celebrimbor’s nape.

“This is nice,” the smith confirmed, his words mumbled and yet, he was certain Adar make out what he said.

It was the uruk’s turn to kiss the top of his head, hand once again buried in the elf’s locks. “Sleep, if you can, Tyelpe,” he said, voice quiet. “And thank you again.”

“Always,” Celebrimbor replied, though he was so tired he was barely aware of it. Now that they were warm and he was so comfortable, with Adar’s heartbeat beneath his ear, he was quickly falling into slumber. “Love you.”

“I love you too…Beloved,” Adar replied. It was the last thing Celebrimbor heard before he fell asleep, the other following soon after, both of them warm and comfortable, wrapped around each other in their bed as the storm continued to rage outside, unable to reach them for the rest of the night.