Well, you people said you wanted, so I delivered. Hope you enjoy this next installment! By the way, the Maia Tegaladwen in this chapter does not belong to me, she belongs to llcyyxx. I own nada but Míleth... I think. I wish I owned more... Like Moryo... And Maeglin... *dreams*
Chapter 3
I was in Feänor's room. I sighed, lips thinning as I attempted to think carefully as to how to put the summons.
"Well? Spit it out." He demanded, curling a lip at me.
I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly looking very, very old and tired, I'm sure. "Ata, you have been summoned." I answered firmly but calmly, looking at him with a new light of determination in my eyes. If I had handled Moryo and Maeglin, I could do this too. It wouldn't be much different. He stared at me, and then it clicked.
He backed away, right into his chair. "No." Was all he said, but I could hear the defiance and ice in it, along with a tinge of terror and desperation. I smiled at him thinly.
"Because you don't want to change, Ata? Selfish as always I see. Now, Curufinwë Feänàro Finwion." I said with a voice as dark and cold as the Helcaraxë at night, "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Which will you choose?" I asked, standing there with my hands tucked into my sleeves. The tabard I wore was funeral black, with grey and silver interwoven throughout. I looked eerie with my platinum hair and black robes, eyes two different colors as I studied him with my face devoid of any emotion.
He paled. Then he swallowed angrily and managed a half glare. I felt myself amused at the attempt.
*Aren't we all? He is such a stubborn ellon. High time he be judged.* Nàmo's comment, for all that it was casual, was also dark with foreboding, and I suppressed a shiver.
*Yes, master, I'll get him there in a minute if it kills me.* I answered with a straight face.
*Excuse me?* Nàmo quipped, making me laugh hysterically in my mind, though outwardly I remained stoic.
"Well? I'm waiting, and there isn't forever to make up your mind. Please let's do this the easy way, because your son has beaten me up rather nicely already." I added dryly, quirking an eyebrow at him. He bristled.
"Don't speak to me that way, you thrall." He snarled. "I'm not going anywhere." He sneered, and I smiled amusedly.
"Is that so?" I countered mildly, a clearly indulgent smile on my face. That did not sit well with him.
With a half-strangled sort of roar, he pitched himself at me with blind fury- right into my open and waiting arms. As soon as he hit me, I thought us away to the Mahanaxàr, collapsing in a heap on the floor and holding him down firmly as he thrashed.
*You got it?* Elíl asked me, sounding concerned.
*Yep, relax, I've done this before.* I answered calmly, and then suddenly registered her question. *Wait, you're here?*
She snorted. *Yes, right next to lord Irmo with our parents.* She answered amusedly, and I choked even as I grabbed Feänor's arms, yanking them up and pinning his legs with my own.
*Ohmymelkor, I-* I was cut off as Feänor managed to knock his head against my arm. I winced slightly before standing up and swiftly holding him by the scruff of his neck as he flailed, yelling incentives at me. I raised a cool eyebrow.
"Really? That's what you come up with?" I snorted, just as Eonwë appeared, writing in his book. Feänor abruptly stopped and gave me a scathing glare.
"Let me down, you-"
"Ah ah ah, hush." I said firmly, hushing him up. Then I set him down. "Behave." My tone was sepulchral and held power, making him abruptly stop and stare at me like I had just grown another head. I gave him a wintry smile and then turned to Manwë and the rest of the Valar who were patiently waiting. I bowed to Manwë.
"Apologies, my lord." I said softly, and Manwë lifted me up.
"Nay, child. You have done well to bring him here. Take your place by your master." He answered, and I inclined my head before gliding over to Nàmo and kneeling down before him.
"Master." I said, and he lifted me up, drawing me to the side of his throne where I stood, looking over to Elíl who winked at me. My parents and hers were there, staring at me with wonder and awe. I smiled and nodded slightly, feeling a little bewildered at their presence, then turned back to the judgement, face stoic.
*Be ready to subdue him if needs be* Nàmo bespoke through ósanwe.
*Of course, master.* I answered obediently, and then Nàmo stood.
"Curufinwë Feänàro Finwion, we, the Valar, have called thee before us to be judged, so that thou mayst become reborn and regain thine innocence that thou lost through the deeds of Melkor." His voice then became frigid, and I saw my parents gasp and crumple, leaving Elíl to comfort them. I carefully watched Feänor as he went red, then white, struggling to stand.
"Thou hast been charged with the rebellion of the Noldo, the kinslayings-" Nàmo went on with the list, and I cringed inwardly at each one. Oh Eru have mercy, this was my adopted father. I nearly closed my eyes and kept them there.
Nàmo finally finished, and Feänor stood there, teeth clenched and hands in fists as he shook. "How dost thou plead?" Manwë asked.
Feänor refused to answer. I suddenly looked to Manwë. "My lord. May I speak?" I asked, and Manwë turned to me with raised eyebrow. It was against protocol for a Maia to speak during judgement. I bowed, sinking to my knees. "I beg of you."
"Speak, then, Míleth." Manwë answered, his voice not disclosing whether or not he was displeased. I stood and then walked to Feänor.
I stood there, and stood in front of him, locking eyes with him and using my Maia skills to keep his eyes riveted on mine. He stared, glaring at me but saying nothing. He was white lipped with fury.
"I just thought you might want to know something, Ata." I said softly, and he almost looked taken aback at my change of tone. He blinked.
"Did you know that I watched a man commit suicide one time?" I asked. He stared, askance.
"What has that got to do with me?" He spat, though he looked wary.
"Did you know that your son Kanafinwë had to watch his brother kill himself?" I asked in reply. His lips thinned.
"So? What if I do?" He ground out. I sighed, and then cried out to Atar for permission to do what planned. There was a pulse of agreement, and I smiled.
"I see. Well then. I, therefore, pronounce judgement on you, Feänàro, by the consent of Eru Ilùvatàr the One, your father and creator." I declared, drawing myself up to my full height.
"Thou shalt be washed clean of all of thine sins by the love of Atar, but thou shalt not loose thy memories, neither shalt thou regain thine innocence. Thou shalt spend many years in thinking of what thou hast done from a new light; for every person that thou shalt touch, thou shalt see their memories of what thine actions hast done to their feä and hroä. Until the time when thou hast come to full and true repentance of thine actions, this shall continue on, and it shall be both blessing and curse to thee. This do I declare in the sight of the Valar and the One, who hast given me power to pass this judgement on thee." I finished, and Feänàro stared at me, white.
I turned to Manwë and bowed, resuming my place by Nàmo's side. There was a stunned silence for a moment, and then Manwë spoke.
"So be it." He declared, and in a moment Feänor was on the ground, screaming as wave after wave of divine, pure love consumed his feä, washing it clean and giving him mercy.
"For there is no forgiveness for thee, Feänàro, for that requires atonement, and there is naught that thou canst do to to repay all that thou hast done. Therefore, thou shalt receive mercy that thou dost not deserve but is given thee nonetheless by the love that Atar bears for His children." Manwë intoned, and the Valar watched as Feänor continued to scream, writhing on the ground.
I smiled inwardly, knowing that one day, I would see my adopted father become the way he should have been from the very beginning. I glanced to my parents to see that Elíl was obviously explaining to them about divine love, which they seemed to understand, since their horrified visages calmed somewhat into pity. I smiled at her, which she returned briefly.
Feänor stopped screaming. Manwë nodded to me, and I once again went forwards. He was lying there, wracked with gasps and panting as he came down from the heights of bliss back down to the earth. I helped him to sit up, and as he looked around, dazed, I hugged him, snuggling into him as though I were a babe. He looked down at me, confusion on his face, and then gasped.
All that I had gone through as a Maia- being pummeled to pieces by Maeglin and Caranthir, going through heart-pain from reliving my bad memories that one time- all the bad things that linked back to Feänor's actions were being shared with him.
When it was over he sobbed, clutching me desperately before trying to shove me away. "No- no- go away- hate me!" He shouted, attempting to wrestle away from me. But I clung all the more tightly to him.
"I love you, Ata Feänor." I said softly. He collapsed into my arms, weeping. I rocked gently, and still held him.
"I couldn't hate you, for you were never in your right mind since Finwë died. That was not Feänàro, that was a mad someone that no one knew at all. No, Ata, I love you- for now you are once more Curufinwë Feänàro Finwion." I said softly, and then pulled away as his tears abated somewhat.
"Now tell me, Ata, who are you? Who are you to yourself, in here?" I asked firmly but kindly, pressing his chest. "Who are you?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He stared back, amber eyes puffy and red.
"I-" he paused, and seemed to search within himself. "I am Feänàro. I am the firstborn of Finwë, brother to Arafinwë and Nolòfinwë Finwion." He answered hesitantly, and then looked up at me, confidence gathering in his eyes. I smiled.
"Good. That is good, Ata." I answered softly, and his eyes were hopeful. Then he looked to the Valar. Manwë came and knelt as I scooted away, gathering Feänor into his arms.
"I love thee, child." He said softly, and kissed his brow. Feänor wept as love washed over him.
"I- I love you." He stammered, and then was passed to Varda, who also hugged him, kissing his brow.
"I love thee, child." She murmured, and again he returned it and shuddered as love passed through his very soul. Each one of the Valar did the same, and then afterwards Feänor collapsed into an exhausted sleep. I looked up at the Valar, smiling wryly.
"Finally. Thank Atar." I said with thankfulness, and they began to laugh along with Elíl and I. Eonwë appeared, grinning at me as I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue at them before gathering Feänor into my arms.
"I should go put him to bed, master." I bowed to Nàmo, who merely nodded.
"Come back as soon as possible, Padawan." He answered, and I nodded before thinking myself away. As soon as I had tucked Feänor into bed and made sure he was alright, I went back to the Mahanaxàr.
Nàmo then smiled and drew me into his arms, pressing a fond kiss to my brow. "I think I shall have to punish you for your breach in protocol, child." He said, and I nodded resignedly.
"Yes, master." I hung my head, and then went to the center of the ring. "I- I'll try not to... Scream too much..." I swallowed, wracked with anticipation and dread. It was so wonderful and blissful, but I always felt as though I were being ripped in two at the same time from the sheer power.
"What?" My mother spoke up, sounding slightly panicked. Manwë nodded at me, and I went and hugged her.
"It's okay, mom. I need to be punished, because I broke a rule in interrupting as I did. It doesn't matter how good the result, I still disobeyed intentionally. I will not be hurt, mom, I'll just be going through the same thing as Feänor did." I said, and she hugged me back.
"Alright." She said softly, and I nodded before moving back to the center of the ring. Elíl looked both envious and relieved, and I gave her an understanding look before facing Nàmo.
He nodded, and then I felt it descending on me. I couldn't help but tense. Then it washed over me, and I was knocked off of my feet, drowning in love and sheer bliss. I felt nothing but the love that consumed me inside out, rushing over me in waves and taking my breath away. Sparks and stars erupted, and I felt myself being almost torn in two before it disappeared and was replaced with the feeling of becoming one with something... Or Someone. Then it was all gone, and I was allowed to surface from the battering ocean of love, gasping.
Slowly everything cleared, and I found myself on the ground, soaked with sweat and trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks and my throat raw and aching. I sat up and was drawn into Nàmo's arms where I clung, sobbing.
"I'm s-sorry master. I'm s-sorry, Atto. I tried not to-" I hiccuped as he rubbed my back gently.
"But I'm glad you did." He answered, and dried my tears and held a cup to my lips. I drank, feeling my mind ground itself a little better after it. He smiled and lovingly kissed my brow as I stopped shaking and crying, though I did feel battered, echoes of it still crashing through my soul.
I stood and then bowed to the Valar. "I love thee." I whispered, and I felt Manwë also kiss my brow.
"As we love thee, child." He answered gently, and I smiled at him gratefully.
"We have come here also to see to it that Suiadan, Alassiel, Johnathan and Carrie are prepared to be reborn." Manwë added, and Elíl ushered them forwards. They bowed, a little smoother than they had before since they had been practicing. Manwë smiled.
"My children, we shall also have to cleanse your souls as well, for then and only then can you be reborn as one of the Eldar." He said gently, and they nodded determinedly. He nodded back. "Very well, then." His smile was both pleasant and unpleasant. "It shall begin." He declared, and Elíl and I watched as they, also, went through the divine love of the AllFather.
By the time it had finished, they were passed out and Elíl and I carried them away to Lòrien to be placed into the hroär that had already been prepared for them. I sighed as we finally successfully places their feär into the hroär and were dismissed for the day as we waited for them to wake up, which would most likely take a day or so.
"Thank the Valar." I said, voice still hoarse. "I really need a break. That was... Tense." I sighed, and Elíl nodded.
"Yes." She answered simply, and we understood one another. Then we thought ourselves home. That is, Elíl did, while I went first to lord Ulmo's demesne to look for Estàno as Maranwë had suggested.
When I arrived at Alqualondë, it was to see one of lord Ulmo's Maia named Salmar sitting on the beach.
"Salmar!" I called cheerily, and he turned to me and smiled.
"Why, hello Míleth!" He called back cheerily, and I sat next to him.
"So... I had a question. I'm looking for Estàno..." I said hesitantly. He raised an eyebrow.
"Her!? Whatever for!?" He asked incredulously. I blinked.
"Her? I was under the impression that it was a he..." I replied, baffled.
"Ah..." He gave me a knowing look. "That's her pseudonym." He answered, shaking his head. "She uses it to write. Her real name is Tegaladwen, and she is a linguist." He answered. And then shot me a look. "And she... Well, let me call her for you." He smirked, and a few moments later there was a new Maia next to us.
She was rather unusual for a Maia, but not in a bad way. She was a brunette, with her hair cropped short to her shoulders and a fringe, and hard, keen brown eyes. She was dressed in cyan, typical for a Maia of Ulmo, and I nodded to her politely.
"Pleased to finally meet you, Tegaladwen. I am Míleth, Maia under lord Nàmo." I said with a slight bow. She studied me keenly, and then nodded back.
"Pleased to meet you. You are sadist." He declared, and I blinked, feeling immensely caught off-guard.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Don't be offended. Everything can be put into one of two categories, sadist or masochist. This ocean is a sadist, because it likes to destroy things." She motioned to the water. "The sand is masochist, because it is stepped on all the time." She added, pointing to her feet. I saw Salmar struggling to hold back his laughter at the look on my face, and then I saw the humor in the situation and my lips quirked.
"Ah... I see... Very interesting. Thank you for the enlightening idea." I said genuinely, not intending to be sarcastic. She smiled back in a friendly fashion. "I was just wanting to meet you because Maranwë suggested it... Something I said I guess." I said vaguely, and she nodded.
"I see." She was to-the-point, I could tell, and said nothing more than was necessary.
"Want some?" Salmar asked, holding out to me a bowl of something. I blinked and then took it.
"Thank you." I answered, and took it. It was seaweed soup. I shrugged and began to eat. Good thing I was half Korean- back on earth. Then I looked to Salmar to see that he was eating his own rather quickly.
"Salmar, you're going to spill-" I started.
"Nah, it's fi- oops." He spilled. I sighed, and began to wipe up his tabard by habit. Tegaladwen snickered.
"He always does that." She informed me, and my lips twitched.
"I see." I answered, and then handed him the bowl. "Well, as much as I was happy to meet you both, if you will excuse me I am tired and could use some rest." I said, and they nodded.
"Pleased to meet you. Be careful, sadism comes out at the strangest times in the meekest of people." Tegaladwen warned cryptically, and then disappeared. Salmar shrugged, then as I thought myself away as well, smiled and waved. I waved back. Finally. Home.
...
I walked into the door of the house and was preparing to yell that I was home, when Lir came flying past me, shrieking, Maglor on her heels. I slammed the door shut (Whoops!) And saw that Elil was seated comfortably in Thel's lap. Another shriek came from Lir, and in true wood elf style, she leapt over the random pieces of furniture.
"Did I... Miss something?" I asked, plopping myself next to Nelyo on the couch.
"Lir 'accidentally' insulted her fiancée by saying that Lindir was the better musician- at least, that's the short version." Elíl giggled from her seat.
"I didn't mean it!" Lir yelled, half giggling. I'm pretty sure I heard Maglor growl. Oh my Melkor. Maglor- growl?
Thel smirked. "Come on, Maglor, you're letting a girl outrun you!" He taunted, snickering along with the rest of us as Maglor briefly shot him a scathing glare. Then Lir tripped over one of the Ambarussa's toys and fell onto her side, still laughing, just as Maglor caught up with her.
She began to shriek as he knelt down and poked her sides, grinning. Elíl and I were howling with laughter, and I clung to Nelyo, who snickered at me. Nerdanel rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the antics of her son.
"So, do I get an apology for that?" Maglor asked Lir silkily, and she sat up with a sigh, giving him the puppy dog look.
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, cuddling up to him apologetically and fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Forgive me, Káno?" She pleaded prettily, wrapping her arms around his neck. He half-smiled, eyes sparkling as his hand wrapped around her waist.
"That's not good enough, angel." He murmured, and she sighed.
"Then what?" She pouted, and he smirked.
"Haven't you guessed?" He whispered, then caught her lips in his.
"Ewwww!" I shrieked, clambering over Nelyo and pretending to gag over the side of the couch. Nerdanel was laughing at me as Elíl killed herself laughing and Nelyo rolled his eyes. Lir was blushing crazily but didn't protest, which was telling.
Just then, Glorfindel stormed into the door, throwing his boots down and dumping his arrow and quivers by the door. He came into the living room, looking very put out. I gave Nelyo a worried look and immediately went over to him as he ran a hand through his hair wearily in aggravation.
I sidled up to him, wrapping my arms around his torso and looking up at his face. "Glorfindel? Are you alright?" I asked, concerned, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my shoulder and sighing in relief.
"No." He mumbled into my hair, and I sighed, pulling him to the couch. He sat down, dragging me into his lap and pulling me close to himself, his head retreating into my shoulder again. I ran my fingers comfortingly against his scalp, and he relaxed by degrees.
"What's bothering you, my golden warrior?" I asked, pulling his head up and brushing a smudge of dirt off of his cheek. His eyes, dark blue from agitation, slowly lightened until they were finally sapphire blue once more and soft like liquid. I smiled.
"That's much better." I murmured softly, and he managed a smile.
"It was Fionwë and Eonwë." He muttered sourly. "They just appear out of nowhere when I'm teaching archery and decide to challenge me to a sword match." He growled. I raised an eyebrow as the rest watched, intrigued.
"I'd like to see how she handles Glorfindel in this mood." Ecthelion whispered loudly, and was rewarded with a glare. I pulled Glorfindel's head back to me, running my fingers through his hair.
"What's so bad about that, Glorfy? You know you love to spar." I said reasonably but without condemnation, and he glowered at my lap.
"Because they didn't give me warning! They just appeared and attacked me! And then laughed, and left without a word once I had beat them." He said in disgust.
I sighed. "Let me guess. You were put off before that happened anyway, and they helped you to get rid of that, but now you're annoyed at them." I said, and he blinked. Then a blush crept up to his cheeks.
"I- I don't know." He refused to look at me, and I rolled my eyes good-naturedly.
"It's natural, Glorfindel, and you forget how well I know you." I comforted, and then shook my head. "You're tense." I said with a frown, and then ran my palms down his chest. Then I stopped on a certain spot, giving it a swift and hard jab with my finger. Something cracked, and Glorfindel let out a shout of surprise, though not pain. Then he winced.
I ignored it and went on, pressing another spot on both his arms. There was another crack and he merely winced this time. He looked at me incredulously.
"What was that for?" He asked. I smiled.
"Can't you feel it, Glorfindel?" Was my knelt answer, and he flexed his arm- and blinked. Then his face cleared.
"Oh. I've heard of those pressure points, but I never used them before. Thank you, I feel much better." Then he gave me a genuine smile. I laughed softly, smacking his chest playfully.
"See there? Besides, I could probably beat you any time of the day, fighting with all of the reborn as I tend to end up doing." I sent a mock glare in Moryo's direction, where he had just come in, and he gave me a sheepish look to which everyone laughed. Glorfindel chuckled.
"Since you're a Maia, I won't dispute it, love." He answered fondly, running his hands down to my waist and rubbing circles in it. "You look tired."
"Yes. After all, having to struggle with Feänor, help him get reborn, along with my parents, and then getting... Reprimanded by Atto, I should think I'm tired." I answered, and then grimaced, not looking at anyone.
"Reprimanded?" Glorfindel asked, sounding concerned. Elíl told the story as I languished in his lap, sighing dramatically. Then I told them what happened afterwards, and they laughed themselves silly at me. Glorfindel smirked and then bent down to whisper in my ear.
"Would you like some consolation?" He whispered, kissing my ear. I jerked away, yelping at the flash of feeling that went through me.
"Glorfindel, no!" I glared, and he chuckled huskily. "Naneth, I'm asking you to please be my Naneth and wash his brain out with soap if necessary." I said, scrambling out of his lap.
"As you wish, dear." Nerdanel said amiably with a smile, and Glorfindel pouted.
"Oh, so I don't even get a proper greeting?" He asked in a hurt tone of voice. I sighed, then went back, placing one knee on the couch so that he had to look up at me, one hand on my waist. Then he reached up, his lips meeting mine. My eyes closed, feeling dizzy. Then I pulled away and headed to Moryo, not caring about his protests as the rest laughed. I plopped myself in Moryo's lap.
"Big brotheeeerrrr." I said, snuggling into him and looking up at him adoringly. He turned red, scowling, and then placed a hand on my head. I purred, nuzzling into his hand.
"Me loves Moryo." I declared as Lir and Elíl collapsed laughing at me and the others smiled amusedly. Caranthir's ears turned red, and I giggled. Then he sighed, ruffling my hair and quirking a smile at me. I beamed in reply.
"So... What's for dinner?" I asked randomly. Moryo sighed.
"You and your randomness." He said exasperatedly as Lir and Elíl screamed with laughter.
"What? What was so random about that!?"
...
"I hope you don't mind if I join you." A darkly melodious voice said mildly, as Nàmo appeared by the dinner table where we were gathered, an amused smile on his face. I leaped from my seat, throwing my arms around him happily.
"Atto!" I cheered, and he chuckled. Everyone welcomed him, and he sat down with his own plate appearing before him as we tucked in to eat.
"I came to inform you, Elíl, Míleth, that your parents will be joining you most likely tomorrow." Nàmo started, and she and I nodded, unsurprised. "As will Feänor."
I choked, coughing violently on my mouthful, turning in my chair as Moryo smacked my back worriedly. I finally gasped for air, coming up with tears in my eyes.
"Wait, what!?" I asked, horrified. "Oh no, oh dear Atar.." I moaned, and Nàmo sighed as the rest of the table stopped and stared, various degrees of horror on their faces.
"I can see that you are not ready. In that case, I will send him to Tirion." He granted. "To his brothers." He gave us a thin smile. "After all, he has to reconcile with them." He said, and the table as one sagged with relief. Even Nerdanel looked somewhat relieved. If Feänor were to come, the family would most likely fall apart, fragile as the bonds between Nerdanel and her sons were, not to mention the rest of us.
"However, there is a proposition I would like to present before you on behalf of all of the Valar. This can be done after dinner." He added with a more genuine smile, and we nodded in acceptance, the conversation drifting off to more cheerful topics.
The name of Feänor, for the rest of the day, was not mentioned.
...
I was sitting on the floor at Nàmo's feet next to Glorfindel, with Mairon in my lap, Maeglin curled up to my side, and Beleg lying down with his head in Mairon's lap. Glorfindel had his arm around me, and I leaned against him as I smiled down at my hanno and little brother and yonya. They returned it.
Elíl was between Ecthelion and Tyelko with Amras in her lap. Lir was between Káno and Moryo, with Amrod in her lap. Nelyo was next to Nerdanel, all of us waiting for Nàmo to speak. He smiled as we settled down and then began to speak.
"We, the Valar, would like to ask you all to do something." He began gravely without any further ado. We glanced at each other. "Míleth, Elíl, Lir, as you know your world is still out there." He addressed us, and we nodded.
"The Dagor Dagorath is nearing, and there are still elves out there that need to be convinced to come home." Nàmo gave Káno a sympathetic glance as he paled, and Lir kissed him comfortingly, which he returned with a weak smile.
"And also, there are certain mortals that need to be trained for the battle. They may or may not ever see the battle, but that is irrelevant; they must be connected with the right people, and their ancestors perhaps will be more ready than they if they do not reach the time." Nàmo continued on.
"Therefore, we wish to send Míleth, Elíl, Lir, the Feänorians, Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Nerdanel, Beleg, Maeglin, Mairon, and your parents, Elíl and Míleth, back to earth- as elves and Maia still- and ask that you do this for us; namely, blend in with the environment and find these elves." Nàmo finished, and I stared at him, mouth agape.
"Wait, so you want us all of us to go to Arda- earth- and just... Stay there and find these elves!? How does that work? I had enough trouble already trying to keep up with them last time, what do I do now? Where do we go? Where do we live, and what do we do-?" I cut myself off, giving Lir and Elíl hopeless looks which they returned.
Nàmo chuckled. "Yeldë, yeldë, of course we will pull some strings as far as that is concerned." He winked. "You will be provided papers to say that all of you are citizens of the United States, and you shall live in Wiseman, Alaska." He said with a smile. "It's far enough away to be inconspicuous, and it's a small but tightly-knit community with three churches, a college, hospital, and elementary school." He added.
Elíl and Lir and I looked at each other. Then we grinned. "In that case..."
"I knew I could count on you, Míleth." Nàmo said in satisfaction, and then we grinned.
"School time." I said with a smirk, and Lir and Elíl began to laugh.
"School?" Glorfindel questioned me. We smiled at him.
"Yes. All of you will be our students now as we teach you how to live in America. We shall teach you protocol, technology, history, and all that you need to know!" I said cheerfully, and everyone looked at each other.
Then Nerdanel spoke up. "When do we start?" She asked with a smile.
"As soon as you can. You leave within the span of three months." Nàmo answered. Elíl and Lir and I looked at each other, wide eyed.
"Okay... This will be a busy three months." Lir said nervously.
"But elves learn quickly." Káno pointed out, and she smiled.
"True." She agreed.
"Ah, and you three need to make wedding plans." Nàmo added, wriggling fingers in out direction. "Vairë is going to stop by the day after tomorrow to fit you for your dresses and discuss with you the designs. Varda has insisted on seeing to the other details, so expect to see her too. You are to be wed in three months, right before you leave." He winked, as Lir and Elíl and I sighed, blushing furiously.
Glorfindel's hand tightened on my waist, and I dared not look at him. Mairon giggled on my lap.
"Do I still get to be the ring bearer?" He giggled, and Elíl and Lir and I burst into hysterical laughter.
"Yes." I choked, and he cheered.
"I can't wait." Nerdanel said with a smile, and Lir groaned, to our amusement.
And then came the congratulations. I was sure my face was going to burst into flames. Elíl and Lir apparently felt the same. Nàmo merely smiled and placed a hand on my head, and I felt happy at the wave of love and approval that flowed over me from my master.