My second fic, again about this heart-breaking couple, sigh. I'm not very sure how Vairë weaves the tapestry in the Halls of Mandos but in my mind I imagined her to use a thread for every individual, so there you go! Please review :D


Two strings of thread.

One is in the colour of deep grey, as dark as the depths of a mine and as strong as threads of steel; the other more smooth and delicate but just as sturdy, which glimmers and shines as bright as silvery stars under any kind of light.

The thread of the children of stone and the children of stars.

In the past few days Vairë had spent weaving her tapestry, she found herself using these two kinds of thread often. They intersect and came close to one another at times, but kept their distance soon after and are woven within their own kind all the time.

Until one day, she found two strands of these threads woven into one another.

Eyes widened in amusement, she knows exactly what this means. Something that have never happened before, these two kind of threads rarely came close within each other, and when they do they always return to their own kind which means it ended in conflict, but this... this is not conflict.

She picked up the end of the two threads tangled upon each other and looked upon it closely. This could be the start of a bond between them. A bond of friendship, or if fate allows, something more.

Two individuals from a different kin which never get along well, in a sudden are bound to each other by fate.

She continued to weave their tale into her tapestry, a pattern which she had never seen before. A faint shimmer of silver in between dark strands of thread, like the night sky lit with a thousand stars. She could feel their bond getting stronger, even though she knows the path they chose will nowhere be close to smooth.

Until as sudden as it had started, the dark thread had run out, like its life had been abruptly cut, and only the silver thread remained. Other silver and black thread around them are cut off too, but this one made her halt. She knows that soon the individual represented by the thread will appear in the halls of her spouse.

She felt the silver thread between her fingers. The once strong thread has turned frail, almost like it's going to snap if she pulls too hard.

As she continued weaving its story into the tapestry, she knows this thread's story will soon end following its lover.