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H2 the call of Manwë

Manwë Súlimo watched with eyes closed in front of him. His long silver hair hung down his face while the wind caressed his cheeks, and the glow of the sun shone through the window, and filed the room with a orange glow. Since the beginning of time he was lord and king of Arda and he followed the command of Eru. But now there came a message from Eru which Manwë silently sat on his throne.

He had to retrieve the human Túrin, son of Húrin, the black sword and slayer of Glaurung from the spirit world together with his sister Niënor. Of which he had no trouble with and had sent a message to Húrin, their father.

And yet, Manwë thought for a moment about its decision of the spirit world, the spirit world He named it so because he had no other name for that place. He also never understand why Eru had ever left people to die, why was their fate so much shorter than that of the elves?

"Do not even think about it, Manwë," he said to himself. "the great Ilúvatar wanted it that way and so it shall be done."

Then Manwë stood up, turned his blue eyes through the window to the outside as he moved forward and his cloak floated behind him. There was something else that bothered him; the release of Fëanor had been a shock to him when Eru told him. Why would he release the elven prince from the halls of Mandos if he still hadn't learned from his mistakes. Fëanor was stubborn and proud and ,would he ever being set free; then he would simply continue the search for his forged jewellery that where now in a place where they were meant for. In the Air, Earth and Water.

A small sigh left Manwë's lips, he was never a bad person and was willing to forgive anyone, because evil was something he had never understood, not even when it took a shape his own brother, Melkor, who was named Morgoth by everyone, the black enemy.

And again a sigh left Manwë's lips as his eyes looked at the fields of Valinor from his mountain high in the sky where eagles build their nests and the air stormed and raged.

And then as if Eru again spoke to him he put his thoughts into action. Fëanor and his sons would appear tonight before the council of doom.

But there was one thing he did not understand, Angel, Daughter of Arathorn. Manwë was off his throne seen a lot and heard of her, when his wife was sitting next to him he saw more.

Eru ordered him that she had to come to Valinor, but never had a mortal put a foot on the island that now was hidden from view.

"Use your eagle to send a message Mithlond," Eru's voice spoke in his head. "The rest will follow, be sure that the way to Valinor is open for her."

And while Manwë thought about those words Angel, sister of Aragorn, was still asleep.

But was anything except pleasant.

In her home, somewhere beyond the borders of London and away from muggels, Angel lived happily with her husband and children. Twelve years has past since Angel had left hogwarts behind. Now she was a police officer in New york, something not everyone could understand.

But these morning would be different.

"Mama, mama," the sound of two children screaming down the hallway penetrated Angels ear. The clock on the nightstand next to her hit ten o'clock, sighing Angel hoisted herself up from her bed and looked ahead. Her head throbbed and her throat felt dry, she had already through up last night and she knew what that meant.

'Another pregnancy ahead. "With a sigh, she let herself fall back into the bed before being mobbed by her older children. A boy and a girl, twins, both brown to black hair and bright green eyes exactly as her, but also looked a little like her brother, Elessar Aragorn, King of Gondor.

"Mama," the little girl of 8 years old pulled up Angel. "Come on, Dad says we have breakfast. And there is mail for you. "

With a sick feeling that Angel had felt a few times she turned her legs over the bed. She did not get up, but she knew that, if she didn't, Draco would then have come himself to get her.

"Tell your father that I'll be right there."

But her children didn't move and were just sitting on the bed watching her with puppy eyes.

"Mom, are you okay?" This time it was the turn of her son to say something. "You look so pale, you are not ill, are you?"

"Should we get Daddy?" The girl slid gently off the bed and before Angel also could say anything the girl down roared the hall: 'Daddy daddy, you should come, Mommy is sick. " turned and ran back to her mother. Her long brown hair slipped down her face as she grabbed Angel's hands. "Do not worry mom," she said. 'Everything will be fine.'

"And if Dad can't help," Her son now crawled onto the bed, "Then we pick up uncle Aragorn, I bet he knows something to make you better."

Angel could not help it, she laughed at the apprehension of her children, if they have them but could tell she was probably again expecting a child. "my son and daughter Listen up..." she began but otherwise they did not because in the hallway could be heard footsteps rapidly moved through the corridor.

"Children, what's going on here." Sweaty and a hand in his side Draco Malfoy stepped in the bedroom. His blond hair was scattered across his face and his eyes bulged out. His gaze went to his son and daughter, who sat next to Angel on the bed, to Angel, his wife. Her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep she'd had her hair and hung in all directions, as if they had fought while its wings had let loose on her against a dragon.

"Okay, you two, go on ahead to your brothers, Mommy and Daddy will be right there."

With a thumb at the door Draco motioned his son and daughter to leave the room, but it still took ten minutes before they actually went down, they continued to hold their mother's hand firmly positioned.

Draco was now next to his wife sitting on the bed while she picked up her socks from the ground.

"Okay sweetie, what's wrong?" it was not a normal question and Angel knew that all too well. But she pretended she didn't understand him, instead she picked up her socks and began to put on her clothes.

"What's the matter? I don't think I understand you, dear. If you mean there is something wrong, I can tell you that I'm fine." She managed to conjure a smile on her face and pulled her husband's feet. "The only thing wrong with me is that I'm very hungry and that I will be like a hobbit still going to start a second breakfast when I'm done with the first."

And for this Draco had to laugh hard, after at least 11 years after their last school year, he was glad that Angel had never really changed, Yes she was more serious, but a teenager still in her school there and he was grateful. Quickly he put an arm around her shoulders and pressed her against him.

"I'm glad that after all these years you are still the same.' And he gave her a kiss on her neck, but before Angel could react, they were all in the kitchen. The smell of toasted sandwiches urged Angels nostrils and her mouth started watering. She quickly grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, Draco soon followed her example and gestured to his sons and daughter that they could begin.

The rest of the first half hour was not mentioned there, and the only sound was the clink of knives and spoons, until Draco suddenly remembered that there was a letter for Angel came in and he handed her the letter. "This morning came in, I think it's Aragorn, but it is not his handwriting."

Angel, who had no idea who it could disks, put her knife down and took the letter, the envelope was still closed and she quickly makes him open with her forefinger, pulled out the letter and read it in mind.

This letter was indeed not from Aragorn, but it shocked Angel when she saw the signature and name below the letter.

This letter came from Manwë.