Interlude: Valinor
"Estë the gentle, healer of hurts and of weariness, is his spouse. Grey is her raiment, and rest is her grief."
- Valaquenta
Estë's grey raiment flowed out from behind her as she strode purposefully to the halls of Namo, the brother of her husband. Reaching Mandos, she respectfully stepped inside, where she met Vairë.
"Is all in readiness, then?" asked the Weaver.
Estë simply nodded. She followed Vairë deeper into the Hall; the Weaver's hand followed the cloth of the Ages that adorned the walls. As she walked Estë sang softly, giving comfort and wishing healing to the spirits that dwell within the Hall. Suddenly Vairë stopped at a section of her web.
"It is here," she heard her whisper softly, reluctance in her voice. "All is in readiness?" she asked again.
"My lord Irmo hath already begun the undoing," Estë replied.
"And my lord Námo hath prepared he who must return," said Vairë. Her eyes were doubtful. "We have never done such a thing before."
"Yet it must be done," said Estë resolutely. "It should not have been allowed to come to pass in the first place. Lord Manwë himself gives his blessing; this abomination hath grieved all of our kindred these past Ages."
Vairë nodded. She touched the section of the cloth, looking at the pattern with utmost care, memorising the complex weaves that took in time, space and thought. Then she went forwards in time, following the web to the present that was yet to happen. "I shall weave the exact same pattern," she explained softly. "So that the past will come forth, and be undone in the future."
It was then that Nienna came, silently; her grief-lined face set in determination. For Nienna was greater in power than Vairë and Estë, and ere the end it would be her Power that will break the barriers.
Vairë began weaving, as Estë and Nienna combined their Powers and lifted up their voices in song.