Feathers everywhere
Summary:
Manwë babysits Melkor. Baby Melkor sits on Manwë.
A/N:
The request on .com:
"au where melkor after the 3 age chaining turned to a neetish todler instead, small drabble please! ps, melkor is the best parent fic caused this au"
The story was originally posted on AO3 (2015-08-24)
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Chapter 1: Feathers everywhere
The feathers were everywhere.
Manwë stormed through the door to the big day-room just to see more feathers - big and small ones, colorful like flowers in Yavanna's Pastures. as he walke in the gust of wind caused some of them dance and change positions.
"Melkor?!" the voice of thee Vala was loud like thunder, filled with worry and a bit of irritation. Where was he?
Manwë was away only for a second, to bring his brother a warm meal. And when he returned there was no sign of Melkor in the dinning room. Manwë took a few steps into the day-room to check the whole area. He passed by a high bookshelf and froze as he heard a silent giggle.
Just then he realized his mistake - a light body almost magially appeared on his shoylders, wrapping it's small limbs around his form and giggling more. A cape made of birds' feathers (the result of two days of constant sewing of all inhabitants pf Ilmarin and currently almost entirely destroyed) covered his shoulders and back as Melkor grabbed his long blode hair in his small fists.
"I'm a birdie, 'Anwey! Let's flyyy!" he nudged the Vala to move.
A long sigh of the Vala made the feathers in the room dance once more.
"You must first spell my name properly, Melkor. Then we can fly back to the dining room where something tasty is waiting for you," he smiled. Melkor was silent for a second, not sure if he wanted to play or eat sweets more. Then he decided:
"Manwë! Take me there! Hurry up, someone can eat my sweets!"
"Aye, my birdie. We're flying there," Manwë obeyed him already thinking how to convince Melkor that the carrot soup is as tasty as brownies.
