Fic: Two's Company [David Eddings, PG]
Title: Two's Company
Author: Jay (bewarethespork)
Fandom: David Eddings - Elenium/Tamuli
Starring: Ulath, Tynian, Ghworg, several Trolls
Pairings: Ulath/Tynian
Part: 1/1
Warnings: Slash? Otherwise, nothing.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These are not the copyright holders you are looking for.
Author's Notes/Summary: After all, two men can't travel through the mountains for months on end with only Trolls for company without growing just a little closer together.
This one's for you, fan_girl63. I hope you like it!
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If they had been anyone else, it may never have happened. But as it was, they weren't anyone else due to their stubborn habit of remaining themselves, and so, something did happen.
After all, two men can't travel through the mountains for months on end with only Trolls for company without growing just a little closer together.
--
Emban had been right - there was no real practical reason for Ulath to take Tynian with him. Tynian could not speak Trollish and thus could not communicate with their new allies. But Ulath didn't particularly relish the idea of spending a large period of time with only a large group of hungry, smelly humanoids and their vengeful gods for company. And Tynian did tell good stories, after all.
Plus, Ulath needed someone he could trick into doing the cooking.
And if a tiny, hidden part of him had whispered that there was more to it than that, he'd found it quite easy to ignore.
--
The thing about travelling through the Daresian mountains was that they were very, very cold. This did not bother Ulath so much; he was, after all, from Thalesia, the country that invented "cold" and most of its more extreme variations. Tynian, however, was from Deira, a country that most certainly did not invent "cold", and he found that the constantly low temperatures in the mountains required more than a little acclimatisation.
At night, the two of them huddled around a pitifully small campfire and swapped stories, each more outrageous than the last. And if Ulath noticed that Tynian talked even more than usual, as though he could with his voice alone populate the desolate, empty mountains, he didn't say anything. (But then again, he usually didn't.)
Because the other thing about travelling through the Daresian mountains was that they were very, very alone.
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It was odd that the first time something happened, they were wearing different faces.
Then again, they reasoned, they'd probably know each other no matter what they looked like.
Ghworg had said that Ulath looked the same to him, even with a different face, and Tynian had to say that he agreed. Ulath was wearing Sir Gerda's face, but his mannerisms were Ulath's mannerisms, and his expressions were Ulath's expressions, so that somehow Tynian saw Ulath's features behind that vast expanse of beard. And it was so cold, and they were so alone, that faces didn't matter.
After all, you couldn't see faces in the dark.
Perhaps the others would have disapproved. But Tynian followed his instincts in matters like these, and Ulath - well, Ulath was Thalesian, and Thalesians didn't pay too much attention to who other people loved as long as others afforded them the same courtesy. And there was nobody there to see them, anyway.
It was just the two of them.
And neither of them minded one bit.
--
They didn't speak about it. Neither of them felt the need. They both knew what they thought and how they felt and what this was. It needed no words, so they used none. Instead, they told stories of ancient battles and lost treasures and shadowy figures obscured by the mists of time, their voices echoing through the lonely expanses of the Daresian mountains, and let the words they didn't say tell the rest of the story.
But at night, when they sat together in front of the fire, bodies so close they could feel each others' beating hearts, unspeaking, both of them knew. They fit each other like pieces of a puzzle, and in that joining was wholeness and completeness and an overwhelming sense that this was right.
They weren't that alone, really.
Two was all the company they needed.
Author: Jay (bewarethespork)
Fandom: David Eddings - Elenium/Tamuli
Starring: Ulath, Tynian, Ghworg, several Trolls
Pairings: Ulath/Tynian
Part: 1/1
Warnings: Slash? Otherwise, nothing.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These are not the copyright holders you are looking for.
Author's Notes/Summary: After all, two men can't travel through the mountains for months on end with only Trolls for company without growing just a little closer together.
This one's for you, fan_girl63. I hope you like it!
--
If they had been anyone else, it may never have happened. But as it was, they weren't anyone else due to their stubborn habit of remaining themselves, and so, something did happen.
After all, two men can't travel through the mountains for months on end with only Trolls for company without growing just a little closer together.
--
Emban had been right - there was no real practical reason for Ulath to take Tynian with him. Tynian could not speak Trollish and thus could not communicate with their new allies. But Ulath didn't particularly relish the idea of spending a large period of time with only a large group of hungry, smelly humanoids and their vengeful gods for company. And Tynian did tell good stories, after all.
Plus, Ulath needed someone he could trick into doing the cooking.
And if a tiny, hidden part of him had whispered that there was more to it than that, he'd found it quite easy to ignore.
--
The thing about travelling through the Daresian mountains was that they were very, very cold. This did not bother Ulath so much; he was, after all, from Thalesia, the country that invented "cold" and most of its more extreme variations. Tynian, however, was from Deira, a country that most certainly did not invent "cold", and he found that the constantly low temperatures in the mountains required more than a little acclimatisation.
At night, the two of them huddled around a pitifully small campfire and swapped stories, each more outrageous than the last. And if Ulath noticed that Tynian talked even more than usual, as though he could with his voice alone populate the desolate, empty mountains, he didn't say anything. (But then again, he usually didn't.)
Because the other thing about travelling through the Daresian mountains was that they were very, very alone.
--
It was odd that the first time something happened, they were wearing different faces.
Then again, they reasoned, they'd probably know each other no matter what they looked like.
Ghworg had said that Ulath looked the same to him, even with a different face, and Tynian had to say that he agreed. Ulath was wearing Sir Gerda's face, but his mannerisms were Ulath's mannerisms, and his expressions were Ulath's expressions, so that somehow Tynian saw Ulath's features behind that vast expanse of beard. And it was so cold, and they were so alone, that faces didn't matter.
After all, you couldn't see faces in the dark.
Perhaps the others would have disapproved. But Tynian followed his instincts in matters like these, and Ulath - well, Ulath was Thalesian, and Thalesians didn't pay too much attention to who other people loved as long as others afforded them the same courtesy. And there was nobody there to see them, anyway.
It was just the two of them.
And neither of them minded one bit.
--
They didn't speak about it. Neither of them felt the need. They both knew what they thought and how they felt and what this was. It needed no words, so they used none. Instead, they told stories of ancient battles and lost treasures and shadowy figures obscured by the mists of time, their voices echoing through the lonely expanses of the Daresian mountains, and let the words they didn't say tell the rest of the story.
But at night, when they sat together in front of the fire, bodies so close they could feel each others' beating hearts, unspeaking, both of them knew. They fit each other like pieces of a puzzle, and in that joining was wholeness and completeness and an overwhelming sense that this was right.
They weren't that alone, really.
Two was all the company they needed.