A/N Some rude humor came up...It made me laugh out loud. I hope makes you laugh. :)
Námo and Manwë stood by a pool talking business. Business was important, you see…but it is private, so you can't know what it is they are talking about.
Both Valar heard bubbles coming from the pool and they turned to see what it was. Námo stayed stoic as ever while Manwë's face wrinkled slightly.
Ulmo's head suddenly came up and he looked sheepish, "Sorry."
Manwë said nothing, and instead turned to Námo.
The Vala of Death had fallen over into the bush, unmoving.
Manwë calmly stepped over and checked on his kinsman. Námo's body was not breathing, and his heart was not beating.
The king of Arda frowned deeply and slowly looked back to the king of the sea. "You killed him," he said, shocked. "You managed to kill the one person who can keep the dead in check! How are we supposed to keep Fëanor from breaking out!?"
"I said I was sorry!"