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Question: before the wedding, is there anything you would like to see Míleth, Elíl, or Lir do?

Chapter 4

The next morning found Elíl and I in the grove where the new Reborn stayed, far away from Feänor. Our parents had woken up not long ago, and lady Melian was there when we arrived. Elíl and I bowed to her, to our parents' obvious confusion.

"Now then, dears, none of that is necessary, for we are equals." Melian chided. We smiled back.

"Thank you for everything, lady Melyanna." Elíl replied, and she nodded before walking back out.

"Is she... Important?" Aunt Carrie ventured.

Elíl and I looked at each other and smiled amusedly. "You might know her better as Queen Melian of Doriath that once was, the kingdom where my son Beleg was Marchwarden." I explained, and sudden understanding dawned on their faces as they realized exactly who they had just seen, glancing to the door. Elíl and I laughed silently through ósanwe.

"Now then, mom, dad, aunt Alassiel, Uncle Suiadan, it's time to go meet the family." Elíl declared, and they stood.

"But before we do, there's something you should know first." I added, and we all sat down. Elíl then explained what the Valar wanted us to do, and for a moment there was complete silence.

"Well. I guess we'll quite literally be reborn then, won't we?" My dad quipped, and there was abundant laughter, to our relief.

"Yes. Well. Come." Elíl smiled, and we stood and began to walk home. It took us a while to get there, of course, but the exercise was necessary for them to be able to get used to their new elven forms.

My mother, Alassiel, was a dark haired Noldo with soft grey eyes and a small, petite frame. Her skin was tanned and darker than most elves, but that was natural for my mom, who sunburns easily.

My dad, Suiadan, on the other hand, was Vanya, to my surprise. He had been blonde in his youth, I knew, but as he grew older it became a dirty blonde/brown color. But now the blonde was back, a rich, darker sort of blonde, and he had his usual milky blue eyes that he had always. He was fair and had a strong frame.

"That's interesting, looks like if I were an elf I would be just like Glorfindel." I noted. My parents looked to me curiously.

"You, mom, are a Noldo, like the Feänorians, but you, dad, are a Vanya. Glorfindel was also mixed Noldo and Vanya." I explained with a smile, and they looked surprised.

Aunt Carrie was even more surprising- she was Silvan, with reddish-brown hair and green eyes. She was slim and middle-sized, with fairly light skin. Uncle Jonathan, however, was a Noldo with dark hair like my mother and hazel eyes with darkened skin as though he had been working over a forge.

"And I would be a mixed Silvan and Noldo. Interesting." Elíl mused. Her parents looked for an explanation, and she smiled wryly. "Tauriel from the Hobbit movies was Silvan, as was Legolas and Thranduil, while the Feänorians are Noldo." She offered, and they looked thoughtful as well.

When we finally got home, the whole family was waiting, along with Vairë and Nàmo and Irmo and Estë. Our parents looked around with surprise and delight, and at the same time nervousness.

"Welcome home." Irmo said with a smile, and they smiled back shyly.

"My name is Carrie, mother of Elíl, and I am currently a Silvan elf." Aunt Carrie stepped forwards, quirking a smile. Everyone laughed softly, and the introductions began as Elíl and I grinned happily. My heart was so full, and Nàmo smiled at me knowingly.

"My name is Jonathan, father of Elíl and now a Noldo." Uncle Jonathan smiled to them all with a bow, which was returned heartily. Elíl giggled.

"I am Alassiel (courtesy of my daughter from forever ago), mother of Míleth and now Noldo." My mom smiled at everyone, who laughed as I smirked.

"My name is Suiadan, most of you have met me and my wife, and I am father of Míleth and now Vanya." My dad said with a quirk of his lips and cheeky wave to Nàmo, who chuckled in reply. Mairon hugged my dad's leg as he laughed and returned the greeting, Glorfindel looked interested.

"And I am Lir or Lyric, short for Aegliriel, sister to Elíl and Míleth in the thought of Eru Ilùvatàr. Pleased to meet you." Lir stepped forwards to receive a hug that was happily given.

"Yes, we've heard a lot about you, dear." Aunt Carrie winked, and Lir glared as us as Elíl and I laughed ourselves silly.

"I am Nerdanel, mother to Míleth and Lir and Elíl as well, as well as the sons of Feänor." Nerdanel stepped forwards, and was greeted heartily.

"I can only imagine how difficult it was to raise seven sons." Aunt Carrie said pitifully, and Nerdanel smiled as the Feänorians began to protest loudly.

"Indeed. But they were a joy." Nerdanel replied coyly, and she and Aunt Carrie began to hit it off very well.

"I am Maedhros, oldest son of Feänor, and I am glad to see you again, Alassiel, Suiadan. Your daughter is also our sister as well." Nelyo bowed, and the bow was returned with smiles.

"I am glad that she is loved by someone at least." My mother teased as I mock glared at her, to everyone's laughter.

"I am Maglor- we have met, Alassiel, Suiadan- and second son of Feänor. Lir is my betrothed." Káno introduced himself, moving aside to wrap an arm around Lir as our parents smiled amusedly.

"I am Caranthir, third son of Feänor. Pleased to see you again, Alassiel, Suiadan." Moryo said, and I cut in, hopping over to throw my arms around him.

"And my fave brother ever!" I squealed, and Moryo sighed as my parents laughed.

"Míleth, how many times have I told you not to say that in public-" He groaned, sending everyone into fits of laughter as I ignored him.

"I am Celegorm, third son of Feänor. Drago and Saphira are the descendants of my own hound Huan." Tyelko bowed, and was greeted as well.

"I'm Amrod!" Pityo spoke up cheerfully.

"And I'm his twin, Amras." Telvo said shyly, moving into Elíl's robes.

"My little elfling." Elíl declared, and Telvo was immediately smothered by aunt Carrie, to general amusement.

"I am Mairon!" Mairon declared needlessly, and everyone chuckled.

"We know, we know!" Lir declared in mock horror, and was rewarded with a raspberry.

"My little brother." I said, ruffling his hair fondly.

"I'm going to be the ring bearer at the wedding." He said with satisfaction, and was met with roars from the rest and the splutters of our parents.

"Well. That's... Ironical." Uncle Jonathan choked as everyone howled. When they had calmed down, we went on.

"I am Beleg, once of Doriath. Míleth adopted me." Beleg said shyly, and I wrapped an arm around him, kissing his brow.

"Me? YOU adopted ME, Beleg." I giggled as he blushed.

"Yes Nana." He agreed sheepishly as Elíl laughed.

"Aww. He's so cute." My mom cooed, hugging Beleg, who was happy to receive it.

"H-hello. My n-name is M-Maeglin, and Míleth is m-my m-muinthel." Maeglin stuttered adorably, and then buried himself into my side as I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Yes, my adorable little hanno." I answered fondly, stroking his hair.

"Oh, isn't he just adorable!?" Aunt Carrie gasped, and Maeglin blushed red as I laughed.

"I told you so, hanno!" I laughed, and he hugged me tightly.

"So she did." Ecthelion spoke up. "Pleased to meet you again, Alassiel, Suiadan. Lady Carrie, lord Jonathan, it is my honor to finally meet you." Thel bowed to them as they looked nonplussed. Elíl blushed. Thel smiled and wrapped his arm around her. "Elíl is my betrothed." He said, smiling lovingly down at her as she fiddled with the silver ring on her finger.

Immediately he was under scrutiny which he met with determination, meeting them in the eyes. After a tense moment, Aunt Carrie smiled. "Then welcome to the family, Ecthelion." She said, and Elíl sighed in relief. Thel laughed and kissed her cheek, hugging Carrie and shaking hands with a clearly approving Jonathan.

"Congratulations, Carrie, Jonathan. You just got a new son." My dad teased, which was met with eye rolls and muttered insults that were received with good grace.

"And finally, I am Glorfindel." Glorfindel said cheerfully, and all attention turned to him. "Pleased to meet you, Carrie, Jonathan. And honored to see you again, lord Suiadan, lady Alassiel." He bowed to them respectfully, and mom and dad looked at him suspiciously. Glorfindel wrapped his hands around my waist from behind me and laughed.

"As you may have guessed, Míleth is my betrothed." He chuckled as I blushed and smiled at him shyly. Mom immediately came forwards and took Glorfindel's hands into hers, looking into his eyes. He met her gaze with equanimity, a polite smile on his face. Dad left it to mom, having formed his opinion long ago. He grinned at me as I stifled a smile. We both knew that mom would accept him.

Then mom sighed with a smile. "Well, I can't find fault with you, my son, for loving my daughter." She said, and Glorfindel grinned as I sighed.

"Mom..."

There was much laughter as Glorfindel hugged my mom and shook hands with my dad.

"Well, now that everyone has been introduced, let us get you settled and tell you some news that Elíl and Míleth have left out, I see." Nàmo raised an eyebrow at me.

"Timing, master." I said blandly, and he chuckled.

"True." He admitted, and we went upstairs, happily chatting and laughing with each other as our family was finally completed.

...

"Three months!? That short!?" Mom's voice rose in near-panic, and I winced, retreating into Glorfindel, who rubbed my back comfortingly.

"How am I supposed to prepare by then!?" Mom demanded, and I nearly collapsed in relief as Glorfindel chuckled, the vibrations running through me pleasantly.

There was laughter all around. "Well, lady Varda is supposed to do the preps and lady Vairë is going to make the dresses..." Elíl offered tentatively.

"Oh. That makes it easier, then." Aunt Carrie sounded relieved.

I groaned. "This is so awkward." I complained, to the laughter of the others.

"Just think, seler, how much I get to tease you in the meantime..." Moryo reached over to ruffle my hair, and I glared at him.

"Not the hair, Moryo!" I hissed as he snickered at me.

"Well, you have the help of two Valar, that should be more than enough." Nàmo noted dryly, sending me a wink which I returned with a helpless eye roll.

"Oh." Mom looked nonplused, to which I grimaced as the rest laughed.

"Why do I have the feeling that this is going to be a long three months?" I asked no one in particular, and Nàmo laughed before disappearing.

"Násië!"

Apparently, the family agreed.

Then suddenly, my parents sobered, looking at me uncertainly. "You-your punishment... All this.. Being a Maia... What does it exactly mean?" They asked, and Lir and Elíl and I exchanged glances. I sighed.

"Well, it means that we basically have the duties of an angel. Each of us are pledged into the service of one of the Valar, who are our superiors and in a way parents. I am under lord Nàmo, Elíl is under lord Irmo, and Lir is under lady Nessa. In fact, we are often called the Feänturi children because we are all daughters of the Feänturi siblings." I shot a wry look at said children, who laughed at me.

"What we do is essentially whatever the Vala tell us to. We may serve in their demesnes, or maybe we might take act as a guardian for some elf in particular, or even, if the case may spring up, prevent something from happening that shouldn't." I smiled thinly.

"And then again, sometimes the Valar... Erm... Lend Maiar to another Valar." I gave everyone an exasperated look to which they laughed.

"So you are really angels." My dad noted.

"Not quite, for we are not perfect, though perhaps a little more inclined to being so than others." Elíl said with a self-deprecating smile. "And again, so are elves."

And we laughed.

"Well, it's near about time for dinner, so how about we retire for it?" Nerdanel suggested, and the family stood to go eat, chatting cheerfully. The clink of plates and silverware and the warm atmosphere of the house was blissful, and it made me smile.

I could only hope that it would stay this way for a while.

But then, from my lips to the Valar's ears, as it is said.

My smile was not very pleasant.

...

It had been two days, and everyone was quite settled in and into a daily routine. Our parents had decided to find temporary jobs, which worked out quite well.

My mom had gotten a job as a nanny, while my dad had managed to get a position as a manual laborer. He was happy for the workout, and was often called to lend a hand somewhere. Aunt Carrie (we had decided not to give them elvish names) had gotten a part-time job as a gardener while uncle Jonathan had taken up a vacancy at a jewelry shop as a salesman- er- elf.

All in all, our family had grown extremely close over the past few days and easily settled into a daily life routine that was lax and comfortable. But on the third day, the inevitable happened.

Elíl, Lir, me, Nerdanel, aunt Carrie, Mairon, and my mom were all in one room when Varda and Vairë appeared. I blinked.

"Ammë?" And then I remembered why they were here and groaned, flopping onto the bed. "Okay, okay, I remember."

Vairë giggled at me as the rest greeted the two Valiër, and I stood back up and gave her a hug. "Come now, dearie, I'll get Lir dressed first while you and the others discuss what you want for the ceremony with Varda." She said, and shooed me off while dragging Lir towards her.

I grinned at Lir who rolled her eyes back and began to pour over designs with Vairë. In the meantime, Varda had called Yavanna and was discussing flowers.

"Where do you wish to have the wedding, dears?" Varda asked, and Elíl and I looked to each other and then to Lir, who shook her head.

"I'll leave that to you two, since I'm a little less familiar with this place than you are." She replied, and Elíl and I frowned at each other.

"Well... I wouldn't mind having it in Valmar, if it's possible." I said shyly, and Varda smiled. "Of course, my dear. If you wish."

"Oh, why don't we have it in that one really pretty square that lies behind lord Ulmo's mansion?" Elíl suggested. I chewed my lip.

"But it's so small." I pointed out, and she frowned.

"True." She admitted, and thought again.

"Oh wait, I know!" She said excitedly, and then turned to Varda. "I always loved the garden in your mansion Ilmarin on Taniquetil. Can we have it there?" She asked. Varda looked pleased.

"It is a good place." She agreed, and I grinned.

"Not too much decoration to do either." I grinned at Elíl, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly and swatted at my head as I laughed.

"Is it a greenhouse?" Mom asked, and Elíl giggled.

"Sort of, though it's also like greenhouse, tropical garden, bonsai garden, and aviary all put together." She answered, leaving mom and aunt Carrie nonplused.

"Really? That sounds beautiful!" Lir sighed dreamily as Elíl and I muffled laughter at her. She glared at us. "What!?"

"Nothing!" Elíl replied a little too quickly.

"Well good. Now I know what style of dress to make. At least you're not getting married on the Helcaraxë." Vairë said dryly, making me nearly expire from laughter.

"What about the Mahanaxàr while we're at it?" I choked, and sent Elíl and Lir into splutters at the very thought.

"I don't think that would be very beneficial to the mind, would it, Míleth?" Another voice said amusedly, and everyone bowed to the Elder King, who smiled at us and then gave his wife a hug and kiss.

"I was just stopping by when I heard your comment." He winked. "Have fun, my children!" And then he disappeared again. I sighed.

"Was he always that flighty, Lady Varda?" Lir asked, and Varda began to laugh.

"As flighty as the wind." She winked, and it was a while before we could calm ourselves enough to go on.

"I do hope everything goes at least okay." Elíl sighed.

"From your lips to the Valar's ears, my dear." Nerdanel replied, helping fit Elíl for a dress.

I groaned. "When are you ever gonna learn not to jinx it, Elíl?"

"There's no such thing as jinxing in Aman!"

"Ummm, onònë?" Mairon piped up from the window. "I think Tyelko just got hurt..."

"Elíl! YOU JINXED IT!" I screeched, and then took a flying leap out of the open window. Lir and Elíl rushed to the window just as I landed on the ground and rushed over to Celegorm, who was clutching his ankle with a grimace.

"Tyelko? Are you alright?" I asked worriedly, kneeling down and gently prying his fingers away from his ankle.

"How did you get here so fast?" He asked, bewildered, as I gently probed the limb. "Ow!"

I rolled my eyes slightly. "Don't be such a baby. As for how I got here, there is more than just the door, you know." I said dryly, and he looked up.

"Oh. Ow!" He yelped, and I sighed.

"Tyelko! Stop complaining, I barely did anything! It's just a sprain, nothing more." I said, and then clutched his ankle firmly. He winced, and then sighed in relief as my skills managed to slowly heal his ankle enough so that he could at least walk on it.

"That's the best I can do, my apologies." I helped him up as he gingerly tested it. Then he gave me a wry grin and a hug.

"Thank you for helping me out of my stupidity." He said, and I raised an eyebrow. "Well... I sort of did a cartwheel out the door-?" He gave me a sheepish look as I burst into laughter.

"Oh Tyelko. Well next time be more careful!" I giggled, and he sighed.

"Yes nana. Anything you say nana." He dead panned, and I swatted him good-naturedly before leaping back up to the window with a boost of Maia power.

"There. Now don't jinx it again!" I begged, and Elíl rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Oh fine." She pouted. Lir giggled and turned to Vairë again, who nodded absently and then motioned me over for my turn. After my measurements were taken, Vairë smiled and kissed my cheek before thinking herself away, and we returned to conversing with Varda.

I only wonder how the following days are going to turn out...