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Chapter 27

*Padawan, forgive me, but I need your help right away. Maeglin was judged and he fell asleep, but now he has woken up and to say the least he's not happy... We can't calm him down. I think he calls for you.* Nàmo spoke in my mind first thing after I woke up. I sighed.

*Yes master. I'll be right there.* I said, jacking myself out of bed in hurry. I suddenly wondered what I was doing there, having no memory of getting in bed the night before, but then decided that Glorfindel had probably tucked me in. Or one of my brothers.

Speaking of which, I wrote a quick note and stuck it to my door saying that there was an urgent issue that I had to take care of and not to look for me until lunch. And then I thought myself away to the halls of Mandos.

"Thank goodness you are here, Míleth. We can't calm him down." Maranwë looked rather frazzled, not a good thing as far as he was concerned. I frowned.

"And what makes you think I can do any better?" I asked dryly, heading down the hall as he followed after.

"Because he seems to be calling for you." Was the Maia's answer. I sighed again. I had a feeling I would be doing that a lot. I stared at the door, placing a hand on it and slumping slightly.

"Oh dear brother, what an ellon you are." I shook my head and opened the door, closing it behind me and looking for the elf in question. There were two Maiar trying to calm him as he cried. He didn't flail or shout, but he was clearly distraught, wailing like an elfling.

His raven hair was a mess, his onyx eyes glistened with wetness, swollen and red, his pale skin was unhealthily pasty, and in general he looked rather miserable. The Maiar looked at me and looked relieved, thinking themselves away after nodding to me.

I went over to the bed and sat down. Maeglin turned to look at me, startled. He immediately stopped crying, although he did look wary. My eyes softened.

"Maeglin. Hanno. Why do you cry, baby brother, hmmm?" I asked softly, holding out my arms invitingly. He hesitated.

"You- hate me?" He sniffled. I lowered my arms with a bemused frown.

"Of course not, hanno. Why would I do that?" I asked him sadly. He sniffed.

"I- was bad. I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whimpered.

"Come here, hanno." I said softly, holding out my arms. He hesitated, and then crawled forwards as I wrapped my arms around him, rocking as though he were a child. "Oh dear little brother. Muinthel couldn't hate her baby hanno." I cooed, kissing the mess of hair.

He clutched my tabard. "M-muinthel don't hate me?" He asked again.

"No, baby brother. Muinthel loves you very, very much." I smiled, stroking his hair.

"B-but I was naughty." He sounded confused. I fought the urge to laugh hysterically and instead sighed.

"Hanno, don't think I'm perfect. I was bad too, yesterday, and Atto had to punish me. But do you know why he punished me?" I asked seriously. He looked up at me with his eyes wide.

"He did? Why?" He asked.

"Because he loves me." I replied gravely. "He doesn't want me to be bad, so he punished me so that I won't be bad next time. So you see, hanno, you were punished because we all love you and we know you can be better." I said gently, stroking his cheek. He looked at me thoughtfully, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

"So... Muinthel loves me... And the Valar?" He asked cautiously. I nodded.

"Yep. And muinthel loves you most." I sniffed.

*Oh? And here I thought he was your bane?* Elíl asked suspiciously, surpressed laughter in her tone.

*hush up, Elíl. I'm being completely serious here.* I retorted.

*Still, are you sure? Because I wouldn't mind if he were in your care instead of mine.* Nàmo interjected off-handedly. I groaned. Maeglin looked confused.

"Don't listen to any of them, Maeglin, I truly do love you, baby brother." I kissed his cheek and scowled into the air.

*You hear, you two? And master, fine. Just foist another brother on poor me.* I said with great feeling. Nàmo laughed unpityingly at me, as did Elíl.

*Now, now, have a care, yeldë, so that we won't have to have another chat.* Nàmo said mildly, and I paled in reply.

*Yes master. I'm sorry.* I whispered, ducking my head and burying it into Maeglin's hair. In a moment, Nàmo was at my side and both Maeglin and I were being gathered into his robe. I do believe that he could fit a hundred elves in that cloak and still have room.

"Do not be like that, Míleth." Nàmo said softly. "Do not fear me that way. I will never punish you unless it is strictly necessary. I was only teasing you." He kissed my hair gently.

"And Maeglin..." He trailed off. Maeglin stiffened slightly in my arms, and I rubbed his arm soothingly. Nàmo gave me a wink. "It's about time you stopped spoiling your eyes with all of that salt water. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to call Ulmo to take all of it to a sea." He said with a wry smile as he disappeared with a laugh that I echoed heartily.

Maeglin stared up at me with an adorably confused look. "Huh?"

Needless to say, I killed myself laughing. Err, wait, that doesn't make sense. How can I kill myself when I'm already in Mandos' halls? Well, I technically wasn't dead, but if I died then would I still be here or- you know what? Never mind.

...

"Beleg Cúthalion, come here right now and stop making trouble for poor Finrod!" I demanded imperiously, raising an eyebrow at the sight that met my eyes.

I had come to the glade to see Beleg running about as several healers tried to catch him, shouting incentives against my heart-son. Beleg had looked positively mischievous, and despite myself I felt amused. Finrod had been sitting in a corner, sighing and waiting patiently as he tried not to smile.

The healers bowed to me and I nodded. "Leave him to me." I said with a wink, and they nodded, looking both relieved and annoyed.

Beleg sidled up to me, looking repentantly defiant, if that was possible. "They wanted me to learn to play the harp." He explained to my arched eyebrow. I sighed.

"Yonya, that doesn't mean you should lead them on in a game of catch-me." I said, a smile curving my lips to soften the reproach. He shuffled his feet.

"M'sorry, naneth." He muttered. I threw up my hands, stepping forwards and gathering him into my arms.

"Oh Beleg, yonya, yonya, whatever shall I do with you?" I laughed. "Such a precious son." I kissed his temple. "Now, you don't have to learn the harp if you don't have any interest, but I expect you to be good for my brother." I scolded him mildly, steering him to Finrod and making him sit.

"Yes nana." Beleg replied dutifully, and flashed Finrod a sheepish, shy smile. Finrod winked.

"I know what it's like. I caused the healers much grief when I was reborn too." He whispered conspiratorially. Beleg grinned as I snorted.

"And you don't any more?" Lord Irmo stopped by, eyes sparkling in amusement. Finrod sniffed.

"Of course not." He feigned affront. "Only Glorfindel does now." He said haughtily.

"Oi! That's my soulmate you're insulting!" I smirked at Finrod, who goggled at me.

"WHAT!? GLORFINDEL YOU TRAITOR, YOU DIDNT TELL ME!" He shouted, and I had to sit down, laughing so hard I couldn't see. Beleg just looked confused.

"Pui-en-orch!" Finrod was ranting. I looked to Irmo worriedly.

"Do you think I ought to do something?" I asked gravely, although my eyes were glittering with glee.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm. There's always Nàmo's suggestion..." He walked off laughing as I stared after him, shaking my head.

"The Valar and their blackmail! What have I started!? Master, this is all your fault!" I sighed, and went to rectify the situation.

*don't blame me!* Nàmo retorted. I rolled my eyes.

"Findárato, cease that racket. That's pot calling kettle black." I said dryly. He cut off and stared at me.

"... What?"

"You know, a twelve-year betrothal? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about." I smirked as he snapped his mouth shut and shot me a half-hearted glare. I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"Tell Amarië I approve. You are adorable when you blush." I winked, and walked off to find Elíl, leaving behind me a groaning, embarrassed Finrod as Beleg snickered.

"I'll be back yonya!" I called, and thought myself away to Elíl.

...

"Hey!" I called. Elíl grinned at me, standing from bending over a sleeping reborn. We thought ourselves to a glade where the Maiar could gather.

"I was called away early this morning." She said with a sigh. I nodded.

"I know, me too." I replied with a sigh. "I left a note on my door."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know. I did too. As I posted mine I saw yours."

We chatted about dreams for a little while until Eonwë suddenly appeared. "Thought I'd stop by on my way to Tirion."he grinned, and Elíl and I rolled our eyes.

"Right. What's the real agenda, dear herald?" Elíl asked, shooting me a grin.

He sniffed. "I told you already- oh and yes, here." He handed me a missive. "That's the reason. See you two!" He grinned, ruffling our hair and leaving us scowling and trying to undo damage.

"At least all the purple came out." I said, satisfied. Elíl snorted. "Read it already!"

"Patience, young Padawan, patience." I grinned, and she whacked me as I snickered. I opened up the missive and read it aloud.

Elíl and Míleth,

Meet us at the beach by Nienna's house. Come as soon as you receive this missive, assuming that Eonwë has actually done his duty.

Nàmo and Irmo.

I laughed my head off along with Elíl. "You think we should tell him?" She snickered.

I pretended to think a moment, then shook my head. "Nope." We laughed and thought ourselves away to the designated point, still in hysterics.

"Something amusing?" Lir's voice asked amusedly. Nàmo, Irmo and Nienna were sitting on a blanket spread out on the sand. Elíl and I stifled our laughs and shook our heads, sitting down.

"So, something special, masters?" Elíl asked.

Irmo smiled. "Not exactly, child. Just a chance for a break really." He chuckled.

"Oh good!" I flopped down on the sand, sighing and closing my eyes.

"I don't get a greeting?" Nàmo sounded forlorn. I sighed exaggeratedly as the rest laughed.

I sat up and dragged myself to his side, plonking my head in his lap. "Hi Atto." I mumbled, and he chuckled.

"Such a daughter." He said amusedly.

"Naneth, can I have the pail and shovel?" Lir asked. I opened my eyes. Nienna handed Lir the objects and she grinned.

"Clamming!" Elíl shrieked, and Irmo handed her her own set. I scrambled up.

"That's fun." I grinned.

"Then here." Nàmo shoved a pair into my hands. I stared down at them for a moment, then looked at him coyly.

"Only if I get to carry the pail." I bartered slyly. Irmo and Nienna collapsed laughing, Lir and Elíl already digging.

"Ooh, plans foiled, brother!" Irmo gasped. Nàmo sulked.

"But it's my pail." He muttered as I sniggered wildly, dancing on my toes.

"But I do the work." I retorted.

"She got you, Nàmo!" Nienna was laughing.

I danced away triumphantly, filling up the pail as Irmo and Nienna and Nàmo had a nice, sibling, friendly catfight. Right. Very friendly. I don't think I made it sound quite right, did I?

...

"Naneth, guess what!? I can read faster now!" Beleg said happily, tackling me as I returned to the grove. Finrod was smiling. I laughed and kissed his brow.

"Very good, yonya. I am very happy for you." I said genuinely, and he beamed.

"Is it just me, or does something smell... Fishy?" Finrod asked suspiciously.

I looked down at my tabard, and he and Beleg looked at me. Then I grinned at Finrod. "At least I got to carry the pail." I said smugly. He stared, and then burst into laughter, falling to the ground and rolling around.

Several Maiar also began to laugh, although none but I could hear it, all of them being disembodied.

"Huh?" Beleg asked.

It took me a while to explain, for the sake of laughter.

...

Finally, I was back home, rather tired. Elíl was nearly finished, and Lir had already arrived a while ago. I staggered through the living room on the way to the stairs.

Maglor, Lir, Caranthir, Maedhros, Ecthelion, and Glorfindel were there, and all looked up at me as I stumbled through.

"I need a bath." I muttered.

"You smell awful." Caranthir wrinkled his nose. I paused for a moment and gave him a funny look. Then I looked to Lir, who was sniggering wildly.

Then I smiled wryly. "At least I got to carry the pail." I winked, and headed for my bath. Ecthelion and Glorfindel burst into laughter along with Lir.

By the time I was done and sitting in the living room comfortably, Elíl had already gone to take her own bath.

"Where's Tyelko, the twins and Mairon?" I asked, looking around, just as something tackled me. "Oomph!"

"Míleth! You're back! Guess what!?" Mairon was bouncing up and down on my stomach where he had tackled me to the floor. I sighed.

"If you'll get off maybe I can answer." I wheezed, and he climbed off. I kissed his hair fondly. "Nice to see you too, little brother." I winked, and held out my arms for the Ambarussa, who squeezed the breath out of me.

"Tyelko!" I hugged him tightly as he chuckled and returned it, burying his face into my hair.

"Good to see you too, sister." He murmured. I smiled and pulled back, patting his head.

"I'll never forget the adorable little Celegorm that I met in Mandos." I winked and turned to Mairon as the rest laughed at his expense.

"Now then, what is it? You seem exited." I said dryly. Mairon grinned.

"Saphira had puppies!" He squealed. I stared.

"DRAGO! IM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!" I yelled, sitting down with a loud moan. The other began to laugh riotously as Elíl came down, hair still slightly wet.

"What's going on? Why are you going to kill Drago?" She asked, hugging the Ambarussa.

"Because he's the one who made Saphira have puppies!" I hissed, making her groan loudly.

"Celegorm, they're all yours." Elíl and I said at the same time. He grinned.

"Thank you, dear sisters." He replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I sighed, and groaned as I stretched myself out on the couch, head pillowed in Caranthir's lap.

"What's wrong?" He asked disinterestedly, pulling strands of hair through his fingers.

"Maeglin." Was my only answer.

"What did he do this time? Beat you to a pulp again?" Celegorm asked, sitting down with the Ambarussa in his lap.

"Are you alright, seler?" Maedhros asked with brotherly concern.

"I'm fine, it wasn't anything like that. He was judged, but I guess he still felt guilty over beating me up so when he woke up they couldn't calm him down for who knows how long until Nàmo sent for me." I replied dryly.

"So I had to go and assure my baby hanno that his muinthel loves him very much." I said with a lazy smile.

"AWWW. He sounds adorable. Wait, you know, I never thought I'd say that about Maeglin." Lir muttered. I laughed.

"You should have seen Moryo here." I giggled, reaching up and patting Caranthir's cheek as he raised an eyebrow down at me. "He was so adorable after the first tussle. 'You- you must hate me. I- I hit you.' I don't think I've ever heard such a cute apology." I grinned as Caranthir scowled and the family sniggered.

"Maybe I should tackle you again for that." He mumbled under his breath.

"Aww Moryo, you know you love your dear little sister." I giggled, turning and hugging his waist. He sighed.

"So is he going to be released?" Maglor asked softly, sitting next to Lir as was his wont. I smiled at the shy minstrel, sitting in the sunlight of the window as silky strands of blue-black hair spilled over his shoulders.

"I'm not so sure. I do not think he has any family to accept him. Although I suspect that I'll be the one who gets to be his caretaker probably." I said dryly.

"Well, that's another family member to add on our list. Isn't it funny that most of us here have died a rather horrible death?" Ecthelion mused thoughtfully, dragging Elíl into his lap and absently fiddling with his hair. She ignored it, focusing on the chart in her hands.

I sat up and kissed Caranthir's cheek, heading over to Maedhros and plonking my head into his lap this time. "Whatcha reading, Russ?" I queried at the book that was in his hand. He smiled amusedly and showed me the cover. I raised an eyebrow.

"Let me guess. Elíl recommended it." I said wryly. It was 'Gone with the Wind.'

"Yes. Quite... Interesting." He remarked. I rolled my eyes.

"Personally I prefer Sherlock Holmes." I replied.

"Oh yeah. And Ranger's Apprentice." Lir piped up.

"Star Wars- or technically, Jedi Apprentice." I grinned. She nodded.

"TFBWY." She said gravely. I rolled my eyes.

"No no, Lir, you have to say it in full, or else it sounds awful." I retorted. She sniffed.

"Whatever." She muttered as I grinned.

"Sing." Mairon climbed into my lap from where I sat next to Tyelko.

"Sing what? Maglor has a better voice than I do."I said.

"Anything. Just sing." Mairon pleaded. I sighed, caving to his puppy-dog look.

"Fine." I muttered. "Elíl, Lir, mind joining me? Any suggestions?" I asked.

They looked at each other. "Errm..."

"Memories by Avril Lavigne?" Elíl suggested. Lir and I agreed.

"Okay then." So we started. All of our brothers stopped to listen.

"We need to teach Maglor." I said thoughtfully when we finished. "His voice would be enough to make me bawl." I grinned. Lir giggled as Maglor smiled shyly.

Elíl and I squeed. "My Valar I can't get over how cute Maglir is." I gasped, squirming.

"It's the most adorable thing ever." Elíl said with a smile as she turned back to her schedule in Ecthelion's lap as he contentedly played with her hair.

"Elilion is dynamic in my opinion. You know, like Elíl is so cheerful all the time when Ecthelion is more calmer, and the balance is perfect cause whenever they're together they kinda both come together." Lir noted thoughtfully.

"The personality is perfect. The romance is one phrase." I wriggled my eyebrows. "Kriffing awesome." I grinned.

"MÍLETH!" Elíl chucked a pillow at my head as Lir and I killed ourselves laughing.

"Glorfindel, Maglor, hush them UP!" Elíl begged. The brothers shook their heads at us. Glorfindel grabbed me, chuckling, and pulled me to my feet.

"Take a walk with me?" Glorfindel asked, and I laughed.

"That would be nice, thank you. I need to go see Drago anyway." I replied.

Maglor had taken a more direct approach, and Lir let out a yelp as she was pinned to the ground and drawn into a gentle kiss. Elíl and I laughed as she blushed furiously and let out a muffled cry.

Glorfindel tugged me out, laughing, and we went to find Drago. Oh Force. I am so going to chew him out.