Disclaimer: So unfortunately, we're supposed have these things on here. So here is mine. I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of Tolkien's Legendarium. So don't sue. Capiche? Capiche.
Rating: K+. Rated K+ because I don't know why, I just think it should be PG. *shrugs*
Time frame: The time frame of this collection will range from before time begins, to quite possibly after time ends. So there will be an additional time frame disclaimer at the beginning of each chapter. For this chapter, please see below :)
Time frame (chapter): before time. ;)
A/N: First off: Feel free to skip around chapters, and most especially over this chapter if you haven't ever read the Silmarillion. Because if you haven't, then this chapter probably won't make much sense...
Okay, so it's been a long time since I have updated . Oops. Yeah, my bad. Anyway, I'm working on a bit of everything, but nothing is done. Never fear, updates for everything are on their way. I promise you. Seriously. I promise. I've been away at home for spring break, which was awesome and fun, but more than a bit crazy and busy. Thus, while I had a little bit of time to write, it wasn't enough to really do a whole lot. Sooo...to boil it all down, I decided to dredge up some of my character oneshots. As an admin on a facebook page dedicated to Tolkien's Legendarium (the page is called "Arda: A World of Epic Adventures. You should go like it ;)), I put out a request for any characters, and I would write oneshots for them. I have like five written thus far. And I plan on finishing all that were asked, and then I will open up the request box (aka PM/reviews) for all of you as well.
I have no predetermined update schedule for these. So basically, if you want more soon, then review. In the case of this fic, updates are fed by reviews. So review. Sound good? Good. :) And yes, I'm blackmailing you. And no, I feel no guilt. (Okay, so maybe a little bit of guilt...) Really, though, I hope that you enjoy this. (And don't worry, A/N won't normally be as long as this, because most of these vignettes are super duper short. :))
~Vaire~
"So you intend to go to The World That Will Be?"
Vaire looked up from the small scrap of cloth that she held in her lap, tiny threads of silver winking into existence beneath her skimming, coaxing finers. The tall, beautiful Ainu standing before her looked troubled, his dark hair framing a pale face and gleaming, golden eyes.
"Yes." Vaire's voice was softy as she replied, and she smiled gently up at the greatest of her brethren.
"Why?" Melkor's voice was cold now, and layered with a hint of bitter anger.
"My heart belongs to one who will not be swayed," was Vaire's reply. "I will not be parted from Namo...I cannot. And the Children - their lives, their histories - fascinate me."
Melkor's face darkened. "The Children," he mused, and for an instant Vaire thought that she could hear a sneer in his voice. But then the tone was gone, and Melkor's face lightened with a small smile.
"Perhaps you are right," he finally agreed. His smile grew as he gazed down at the Weaver, and his eyes gleamed. "I shall see you soon, Mistress Weaver," Melkor murmured, bowing ever so slightly to her.
As his presence faded, Vaire looked down at the cloth that she held.
A chill swept through her as she beheld the shape that dominated the center of the cloth - a shape that she had not though to create. It was a mountain, impossibly tall and imposing, its base surrounded by crashing waves and its tip crowned in blazing flames.
With a quick movement, Vaire dashed away the shape, sending the threads scattering and dissolving into glittering dust.
But the image remained with her, burned into her mind. And she found that she knew fear.