Chapter 1: The Gods must be crazy (atleast Tulkas is).
Recap: Our protagonist is sent to some weird forest, where the trees are trying to kill her…..
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Meanwhile,
In Valinor…..
"Now look what you have done!"
Tulkas gulped. Yes, he could even laugh in the face of Morgoth, but all his smiles were forgotten in front of the extremely irate Weaver.
"But, can't you just sew it back?"
It took Vairë all her patience and self-control to prevent herself from strangling him. "Do you even understand the implications of this? This…. this fabric was supposed to be a continuation of Time, past, present and future. And now it is ripped to pieces just because of THOSE HOUNDS! What gave you the idea to do set free those hounds in the Halls? You don't even like them!"
He hung his head. He just couldn't tell her that he had always thought that Halls of Mandos needed a bit of amusement and had just brought in those hounds to liven up things a little. No one would understand. And Eru, Oromë was going to kill him. He should have asked before borrowing those pets of his without permission. And who knew, they would find Vairë's weaving an interesting chew-toy?
He tried to pacify the Valië, "What will be the outcome of this? Surely it cannot be that grave….."
His words died in his throat. The look that she sent him was enough to make him aware of the seriousness of the situation.
"Right."
"Just go and inform the others", she hissed. "We need to have a meeting."
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In the site where our protagonist slipped, a few thousands of years after the "accident" in Valinor….
Cameras zoomed to show the face of two hysterical man, shouting.
"….and the girl just slipped and disappeared and instead that tre appeared out of nowhere, and IT WAS TRYING TO STRANGLE US! I SWEAR, THE BLASTED TREE WAS TYRING TO KILL US….. No, we are not mad, LET US GO!"
The men were seen to be carted off in an ambulance.
In the narrow alley, just adjacent to the said site of mishap, a cloaked man, whose only visible part was his lengthy white beard, heaved a great sigh.
So it has begun.
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I do not own the chapter title; it is taken from an awesome movie title.
I am going to see The Hobbit: BotFA today. #OneLastTime
"Vairë the Weaver is his spouse, who weaves all things that have ever been in Time into her storied webs, and the halls of Mandos that ever widen as the ages pass are clothed with them."
-"Of the Valar", Valaquenta, Silmarillion
I just have taken the liberty of thinking that Vairë also weaves of matters of present and the future. Kind of like the Fates.
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