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"You obviously never knew Emeldir," he says, grinning. "Nana gives good advice. You'd better listen."

He takes a sudden, quick step at Namo, forcing him back into a dip, then pulls him up and kisses him.

"And she can be extremely comforting, when she isn't scolding."

He moans softly into the kiss, not used to being dipped and kissed.

"You call her 'Nana'?"

This was a new development.

"And why was she scolding -- or comforting -- you, love?"

He spins him around, nuzzling his neck for a brief moment before beginning their dance again.

He purrs and leaps away playfully, keeping one hand in Namo's but not keeping still long enough for him to get close and do it again.

At least for a minute or two.

"She scolded me for hitting Abs and then held me in her lap and sang to me." He grins suddenly. "Namo... our son moved. He kicked me."

Námo pulls him in closer, slowly in their dance some.

"He moved? My! I have not seen her today, so I have not heard that news. He moved..." His eyes glitter. "He is truly inside her..."

Gorlim leaps into his arms and kicces his nose joyfully. "YES, Namo! Oh, you MUST go see her!! She sang to me and he kicked!! She said it was the first time she thought anyone else could feel it. I did!" He GRINS. "Namo can you share memories through the bond? I could share it with you!"

He holds him tightly to him.

"I have shared my memories with you, and you have shared some of your with me -- I would think it has not changed, lover. I would share this joy with you, yes."

His own lips are curved in a large, cheerful smile as he looks into the little birds face.

Gorlim throws his arms around Namo's neck and presses his forehead to his lover's. Seeking the bond, there is a moment of hesitation before Gorlim decides how much of the memory (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/10522271.html?thread=435618975#t435618975) to allow his lover to view.

He holds him close in his arms as the memory flows over him -- the pain and the joy -- and he inhales his scent. The Vala's eyes slip shut, allowing that wonder and happiness when Feahelcë kicked to wash through him.

It is not a joy or happiness he could have experienced on his own.

But, with Gorlim, he is able to.

"Oh, lover, I will always come for you," he finally says.

"I know." He leans away just far enough to be able to look into Namo's eyes. "And I will ALWAYS come to you. I hope... I hope you do not mind, the name I have taken to calling Nerdanel?"

No, he and the Elf were not even friends -- they were more reluctant partners over a common goal.

But she brought Gorlim happiness.

"Not at all, love." He nuzzles his nose. "In fact -- would you like to give her a gift? Something very, very special?"

"Yes! Yes, I would like that VERY much. What do you have in mind, beloved?"

"What do you know of the Oath of Fëanor? Or of the Doom of the Noldor, love? Do you know of the fates of her sons?" he asks, beginning their dance again.

Gorlim follows bouncily.

"I know all about it. Maglor told me. Why?"

He spins them.

"Nelyafinwë, Turcafinwë, Morifinwë and Curufinwë all still reside in my Halls with Feanáro. While Feanáro cannot be reborn yet, and I have the impression Nerdanel would be most displeased for him to be, her sons are free of the Doom and the Oath."

Námo slows.

"I plan to release them, lover. I will allow them rebirth."

He stops, looking down into Gorlim's face.

"I want to do that very soon. I want you to go with me when I do."

At which point, Gorlim trips over his feet and into Namo's arms.

"When? I would love to!"

There is no hesitation.

"We could leave now if you wanted, love."

Gorlim considers.

It can't take long, can it?

He knows Guppy's being watched.

His wife and daughter are safe and happy.

Everyone else can manage a few hours. They could be gone up to a month and even if Security came for him, it could be put down to being just a big bar.

He has his sword. He's gotten by with less.

He takes Namo's hand.

"Let's go."

He kisses him.

"Yes."