Chapter 2 More Meetings
Manwë had suggested to bring Nienna, Námo's sister, along with them. Námo had been somewhat reluctant, but eventually gave in. Nienna was staying in Mandos for the time being. In fact, she often came there and lived with the dead. When Námo and Manwë found her, she was sitting on the floor with her back facing them in one of the many halls off the great one that the dead dwelt in.
They could hear her quiet sobs that shook her whole body and Námo began to regret agreeing to bring her with them. As she heard them approaching, Nienna turned to face them. The first thing one would notice about Nienna would probably be her… large "assets." Suddenly Námo realized why Manwë had been so eager to take her along. As he glared scornfully at Manwë, Nienna came bounding toward them, tears falling behind her.
"Like, oh my goodness, you guys!" she said through sobs as she had always spoken. "I'm so sorry!" She gave each of them a big hug and within moments Manwë was rendered a bumbling idiot.
Námo sighed as he was already beginning to lose patience with his sister, though he still felt obliged to keep her from harm. "What are you sorry for?"
"For… For, like, everything! It's all so sad. You know, the world and stuff."
"And… stuff…," Manwë repeated. "You know what? You're absolutely right. It is really sad."
"What is really sad?! You're using a pronoun without specifying what the noun is!" Námo said, getting frustrated with the sheer stupidity of the conversation.
"Well, duh, brother. Don't you, like, think it's obvious?" she said through a sniff. "You're so, like, naïve. But I'll cry for you."
Námo rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go."
"Go where?" Nienna asked.
Manwë, suddenly glad he could be of assistance to Nienna, replied eagerly, "We've decided that life is too boring around here. We're going to find something that will end the monotonous times."
Nienna began to wail. "It sounds like so much fun that, like, I feel bad for all the others who won't, like, get to have fun!"
"Then come with us," said Manwë.
"Oh, like, I sure will!" she said with tears streaming down her face.
The now threesome set off, this time actually leaving Mandos. They began to head towards the dwelling of Aulë and Yavanna.
"Like, where are we going?" asked Nienna.
"To ask if Aulë and Yavanna would like to partake in our activities," Manwë replied.
"Oh they are so cool. It makes want to cry." And she did.
Yavanna was working in the yard, cultivating mass amounts of pansies, when they arrived. "Hello," she said, "What have you all come here for?"
"We have something to ask of you and Aulë," Manwë said, looking at Námo, who had suddenly taken on a humorous expression as he began to laugh. Manwë, Yavanna, Nienna all gave him an odd look, Yavanna through her pansies and Nienna through her tears.
Námo, seeing that they were all looking at him, coughed and stopped laughing. "What? You know how when you remember something funny… And then you start laughing and…" His futile attempt to explain was silenced by Yavanna's stern stare.
"Right then. Shall we go inside?"
They entered what was the side of a very large mountain in a line, Manwë following Yavanna and Nienna after him. Námo entered last, still believing that his outburst made perfect sense. After all, no one else knew everything, right?
Yavanna lead the procession into Aulë's study, which was really a cold room with a high ceiling and a large desk where he could work with things of the earth. At the time they entered, Aulë was melding something that they couldn't see. His mind was taken off his work and he looked up, though he didn't smile. His face had been made grim by all his years of working in and with the earth.
"Well, Aulë, aren't you going to welcome our guests?" Yavanna suggested, smiling at the other three. She was an upbeat person in contrast to her somber husband.
"You already have, haven't you?"
"Well, yes…"
"Then, there's no need for me to do so."
Yavanna sighed. "Aren't you even curious as to what they want?"
"Sure. What do you want?" Aulë asked Manwë as Yavanna rolled her eyes.
"Well, don't you think life is becoming tiresome?" Manwë asked, trying to get Aulë interested.
"No."
"Okay… Well, I have set out to do something that will liven things up. We came to ask you two to join us, but if you don't feel it wouldn't be necessary, then we'll take our leave."
"Don't leave," Yavanna said. "Aulë, you are entertained by you're boring work here and I often wonder how, unless you're doing something else alone," she said accusingly. Aulë looked extremely embarrassed and cross with his wife.
"I do nothing but work! It's all extremely important."
"That depends what you consider work and what you value as important," Námo mumbled under his breath.
Yavanna looked at her spouse, putting a cute face on. "So that decides it. Aulë and I will come," she said with a big smile.
"What?!" her husband said, "I never said such a thing…"
He was cut short by a hand of Yavanna's placed over his mouth. "I have control over your happiness each night, Aulë," she whispered in his ear teasingly and then turned to face her guests. "So what did you have in mind Manwë?" she asked.
"All will be known in due time," he replied with a smile.
Meanwhile, back in Taniquetil, Varda had watched where her husband had gone and she began to make her way toward Mandos herself, following in his path.
Next chapter: Will any more Valar or Valier join the group? What does Manwë have in mind? And what is Varda up to? Has the word fabulous left Námo's vocabulary forever?!
Manwë had suggested to bring Nienna, Námo's sister, along with them. Námo had been somewhat reluctant, but eventually gave in. Nienna was staying in Mandos for the time being. In fact, she often came there and lived with the dead. When Námo and Manwë found her, she was sitting on the floor with her back facing them in one of the many halls off the great one that the dead dwelt in.
They could hear her quiet sobs that shook her whole body and Námo began to regret agreeing to bring her with them. As she heard them approaching, Nienna turned to face them. The first thing one would notice about Nienna would probably be her… large "assets." Suddenly Námo realized why Manwë had been so eager to take her along. As he glared scornfully at Manwë, Nienna came bounding toward them, tears falling behind her.
"Like, oh my goodness, you guys!" she said through sobs as she had always spoken. "I'm so sorry!" She gave each of them a big hug and within moments Manwë was rendered a bumbling idiot.
Námo sighed as he was already beginning to lose patience with his sister, though he still felt obliged to keep her from harm. "What are you sorry for?"
"For… For, like, everything! It's all so sad. You know, the world and stuff."
"And… stuff…," Manwë repeated. "You know what? You're absolutely right. It is really sad."
"What is really sad?! You're using a pronoun without specifying what the noun is!" Námo said, getting frustrated with the sheer stupidity of the conversation.
"Well, duh, brother. Don't you, like, think it's obvious?" she said through a sniff. "You're so, like, naïve. But I'll cry for you."
Námo rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go."
"Go where?" Nienna asked.
Manwë, suddenly glad he could be of assistance to Nienna, replied eagerly, "We've decided that life is too boring around here. We're going to find something that will end the monotonous times."
Nienna began to wail. "It sounds like so much fun that, like, I feel bad for all the others who won't, like, get to have fun!"
"Then come with us," said Manwë.
"Oh, like, I sure will!" she said with tears streaming down her face.
The now threesome set off, this time actually leaving Mandos. They began to head towards the dwelling of Aulë and Yavanna.
"Like, where are we going?" asked Nienna.
"To ask if Aulë and Yavanna would like to partake in our activities," Manwë replied.
"Oh they are so cool. It makes want to cry." And she did.
Yavanna was working in the yard, cultivating mass amounts of pansies, when they arrived. "Hello," she said, "What have you all come here for?"
"We have something to ask of you and Aulë," Manwë said, looking at Námo, who had suddenly taken on a humorous expression as he began to laugh. Manwë, Yavanna, Nienna all gave him an odd look, Yavanna through her pansies and Nienna through her tears.
Námo, seeing that they were all looking at him, coughed and stopped laughing. "What? You know how when you remember something funny… And then you start laughing and…" His futile attempt to explain was silenced by Yavanna's stern stare.
"Right then. Shall we go inside?"
They entered what was the side of a very large mountain in a line, Manwë following Yavanna and Nienna after him. Námo entered last, still believing that his outburst made perfect sense. After all, no one else knew everything, right?
Yavanna lead the procession into Aulë's study, which was really a cold room with a high ceiling and a large desk where he could work with things of the earth. At the time they entered, Aulë was melding something that they couldn't see. His mind was taken off his work and he looked up, though he didn't smile. His face had been made grim by all his years of working in and with the earth.
"Well, Aulë, aren't you going to welcome our guests?" Yavanna suggested, smiling at the other three. She was an upbeat person in contrast to her somber husband.
"You already have, haven't you?"
"Well, yes…"
"Then, there's no need for me to do so."
Yavanna sighed. "Aren't you even curious as to what they want?"
"Sure. What do you want?" Aulë asked Manwë as Yavanna rolled her eyes.
"Well, don't you think life is becoming tiresome?" Manwë asked, trying to get Aulë interested.
"No."
"Okay… Well, I have set out to do something that will liven things up. We came to ask you two to join us, but if you don't feel it wouldn't be necessary, then we'll take our leave."
"Don't leave," Yavanna said. "Aulë, you are entertained by you're boring work here and I often wonder how, unless you're doing something else alone," she said accusingly. Aulë looked extremely embarrassed and cross with his wife.
"I do nothing but work! It's all extremely important."
"That depends what you consider work and what you value as important," Námo mumbled under his breath.
Yavanna looked at her spouse, putting a cute face on. "So that decides it. Aulë and I will come," she said with a big smile.
"What?!" her husband said, "I never said such a thing…"
He was cut short by a hand of Yavanna's placed over his mouth. "I have control over your happiness each night, Aulë," she whispered in his ear teasingly and then turned to face her guests. "So what did you have in mind Manwë?" she asked.
"All will be known in due time," he replied with a smile.
Meanwhile, back in Taniquetil, Varda had watched where her husband had gone and she began to make her way toward Mandos herself, following in his path.
Next chapter: Will any more Valar or Valier join the group? What does Manwë have in mind? And what is Varda up to? Has the word fabulous left Námo's vocabulary forever?!