Hey, everyone! I'm back with chapter 2 'Peace and Chaos'! As you might have noticed, all my stories are on hiatus, but ... for this story, I've decided to continue it, however, at a slower pace. So, I apologize for the slow updates, but I've been taking it a bit easy lately when it comes to fanfiction.

Also, this chapter is a little shorter, really sorry about that but it's for a couple reasons. One, just to sort of introduce two of the characters properly to each other and Two, because school is crazy haha I'm really sorry about that, I will try my best to really do some juicy and long chapters due to the long waits in between chapters.

I would like to thank maniah and xSiriuslyPadFoot for reviewing my first chapter! It means so much to me, and I really hope you enjoy this short chapter. And thank you so much Tibblets for following my story, I hope you enjoy this chapter too. Again thank you to anyone who reads this! I hope everyone has a good morning/day/night! Thank you!

CHAPTER 2 PEACE & CHAOS

May sat quietly and patiently, perched upon a stone bench placed within the high walls of sand and diamond. The archways and columns were still impossibly beautiful, the engravings on the stone too distinct and fine. Maedhros had left her to speak with a ma-Eldar man with strikingly blonde and gleaming hair. His gown just as extravagant. May could only sigh watching the two beings whisper words back and forth. She felt calm, at peace.

The walk to the structure was long but lovely in a way, the waves of refreshing air passed through the high mountains and into the bustling city. She couldn't count the amount of tall and graceful people they passed on the trail to their destination. She soon took to staring out the entrance of the glistening walls, to see the shining light, it's rays hitting her skin with warmth much like the sun. But it was no sun …

May's brown eyes crinkled, her lips thin and back slouched over as she watched the light grow and dim over time, and she thought of him, not knowing why but she did, and it pained her deeply.

'Are you alright?' A surprising question he asked with an even more surprising tone of voice. May nodded her head with no sound, as she peeked up to see Maedhros with a genuinely worried expression, quickly converting into a blank façade. Her eyes searched his face, as he abruptly spun from her, staring out into the same direction she once was. 'We shall continue onwards, you will be sleeping in the guest quarters …' He spoke softly, adjusting his delicate sleeves, as May observed the Man with blonde hair nod and smile at her, sauntering casually further from them both. Maedhros could sense her curiosity and with a subtle smile, sneakily hiding it from May as she rose to her feet, gestured to the corridor the golden-haired man disappeared through.

'Finrod, my cousin. He is of the House of Finarfin. He is incredibly wise, just like his Father, my Uncle.' May couldn't keep a genuine smile from forming, he was finally being nice to her, and it was interesting to learn more about these beings. But she didn't want to get used to It, this was temporary. I'm not going to let this be normal, this is just a dream... Her mind and heart in conflict once again. He coughed with purpose, slightly unsettled by her transition from tranquility to uncertainty. That same cough bringing her eyes to his, he oddly liked it when she did that … gave a sense of what she was thinking, planning even.

'Are you ready? I apologize for causing a wait, Finrod and I were due to have this conversation…' He communicated with no thought, whilst they both broke the silence, walking side by side. the change in his treatment towards her startling but appreciated, May began to have a feeling Finrod was the reason. Maybe he stuck up for her? He might have told Maedhros that it's not polite to scowl at guests … or maybe it was all a front anyway, to impress someone, maybe … just maybe people who're up in the social hierarchy need to keep up a false image. No matter what world you're in.

No matter what he actually thought of her, she watched him with no anxiety, she felt strangely more comfortable with Maedhros as they followed a stone path from the building, back into the forever existing flowers and plants growing from sand and dirt. He could feel it too, especially her observant eyes, a smirk spreading on his lips, as he easily remembered the way to the guest quarters.

'Maedhros, … where's June? Is she going to be sleeping in the guest quarters?' She asked with nervousness, catching his attention, as she peered up at him with those large eyes of hers …

They both came to a halt, elves paying attention quietly as they roamed nearby to them, May got the feeling they were in a public park of some sort … water fountains created beautiful sounds, the tickling of water, birds twittering, exotic lilts in far off conversations. She appeared irregular amongst the crowd of tall people, and very underdressed.

'I cannot tell you that, I do not know. I am certain she is safe however, there is no need to grow anxious.' He uttered silently, deep down understanding why she would be scared, he has siblings, many of them and he would feel the same if he were in her shoes … or bare feet. But, however much he tried to forget his burst of longing and desire to know June, it only made it worse, he felt a small yet painful fire burning his chest, anger perhaps? He was after all the first son of Feanor, no matter how level-headed he was compared to him. He was frustrated with himself, he was drawn to the blue-haired girl, she was different … a charming different. He felt a peaceful air from the girl, as if she was a beacon of serenity, harmony and good heartedness, even though she physically exhibited complete opposite traits. And as he glared down at May, who in return was unaware of his eyes on her, he felt more anger. He saw similarities between her and June, yet major differences, although her outer exterior mostly conveyed what he felt with June, the calmness, and patience, he felt a certain doom. Tragedy, unpredictable motives and chaos …

This was not normal, and that is why he treated her as exactly that at first. He would never admit it to anyone, but May frightened him, maybe not directly, but at times he felt uneasy, and he felt guilt because of it. She seemed kind and compassionate with her warm smile and innocent eyes, as she greeted a small child sprinting towards her, possessing a flower.

'Oh … It's very pretty, thank you. Why would you give them to me?' She chuckled, forgetting the strangeness and weird circumstances she and her sister had found themselves in, kneeling down to the little girl with glittering gray eyes and black hair. The small hand reaching out to her, with a single flower similar to a white lilac. Innocence and humility, May grinned at the thought, for the little girl smiling ear to ear, was the clearest representation of such.

'My mother said to give it to you, you're our guest, sent by Ilúvatar himself.' She voiced with a raise of both eyebrows, smiling mischievously, bowing swiftly to the Prince and running back to a woman sitting quietly on top a boulder, creating floral crowns with nimble fingers. Her hair and eyes similar to the child. May squinted her own at the sight, all with a thankful smile as the Mother nodded her head smirking. She held the plant in hand, the delicate petals soft, she was entranced with the idea of receiving gifts from people just for being a guest, a human. Ilúvatar? And that is when she spun swiftly, her eyes watching Maedhros as he smiled at the flower.

'Who is Ilúvatar?' She questioned, the air growing thick around them. His aura glowing vivid and brighter at her question, intriguing her more so. The atmosphere surrounding nearly all the beings was with radiance and gleam.

'Hmm, you really do not know do you? … He is our creator. Eru, is the creator of the Ainur, the Valar who created the earth we stand on. He is the most powerful being, our Father. The Father of all.' He delivered calmly, his accent strangely unmistakable, the otherworldliness of him distinct. Boots pivoting, so his body could face the path they were planning to take, May moved her head in approval, gesturing for him to lead.

Brown eyes observing and studying all, the flora and fauna. There were birds, large masses of birds. their twittering and chirping itching her lips to smile. She couldn't determine what type or if they were even the same as earth birds. So far everything besides the architecture and people seemed human enough. She rationed her breaths and thoughts, the former an even pace, however, the latter far from paced at all. Eru Ilúvatar, a god or … the god. The valar, gods as well? There is a god? Or many gods? Is there a Heaven? Is he there? Are these people connected to something beyond humans?

Maedhros felt, sensed her heightened breaths, she was almost stumbling on her own two feet. She was growing nervous after he answered her question, her odd question. The girl shuffled clumsily behind him like she was trapped in her own mind. He couldn't help but halt completely, they were just a few meters from the guest rooms.

A loud thump was the outcome as she tumbled right into his chest, relieving a sharp gasp of surprise and shock. The concrete haze of blindness leaving her eyes, her small lips tightly shut.

'Sorry … are we here?'

'Yes, this is where you shall be staying. I trust this will be comfortable and to your liking. There will be appropriate attire for you to change into if you would like …' There was a short silence, as she took in his words, only for him to clear his throat, and place a hand on her shoulder. He stooped his head down to her vision, 'Are you feeling alright?'

She physically shivered when his words reached her skin, his beautiful eyes staring into her. Reading her thoughts and feelings, he was beautiful …

The world around her pausing with time, a gush of wind directing her to the warm light in the far west. Are you alright? Am I alright? No, no I'm not.

'Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you Maedhros, so ... do I just go in?' He laughed with squinting eyes at her question, she instantly felt drawn to his laughter. Similar to giggles, it made him appear human. And she liked it, she watched with curiosity and care as he scratched his face with a soft chuckle. Fixing and adjusting his intricate garbs, he gifted her an amiable smile.

'Yes, you may go in.' The sound of may reminding her, she never told him or anyone her name. The fact deterring her goal, muscles stiff and eyes reaching the sand walls.

Bewildered, he crossed his arms with a smug grin as she stood like a stump, alert to the building ahead, columns adorned with carvings of stunning elven women, and whimsical patterns. Men, women, and children strolling peacefully dispensing laughter and giggles, mindless chatter and secret whispers.

'My name is May … call me May.' She stated kindly, tarrying past him and onto the stone path leading into the quarters.

May, the girl with overly large eyes, extremely small lips, and a chaotic mind. He watched her attentively, simpering as she awkwardly trotted through crowds of his people, disappearing altogether in a matter of seconds. He discovered something today, he liked strange and odd, he liked different and abnormal.

He liked these two edain, and he especially liked May and the disarray that seemed to follow her.