Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Canon Ones

Warnings: AU

Chapter: 20

Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me

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It was somewhere around Cilinaril's 15th year that he and Nixëlca finally buried the hatchet. Their fathers were thanking Eru, because here in Eä, there had been quite the amount of the property-damage... even if they had managed to mostly keep it to floor-property.

"This is just one of those 'slap slap kiss'-things, isn't it?" Aulë laughed softly, looking at Mairon, who was still working on Þossaica's commission, wanting to deliver the finest work he could, perhaps as some kind of apology of what he had done with her Song.

"Seems that way." Manwë had also come, after his frequent visits to the other Vala-father, no longer a thing that send the Maia to flight. "I wonder if what comes next is going to be just as messy."

"Definitely." The Smith pulled out a snowflake from his pocket. "They are already collaborating as we once did when Eä was still young." The first noticeable thing was that the flake was far larger than they usually were, the second that it seemed impervious to melting.

"A gemflake?" The Lord of Airs plucked it from the other Vala's fingers, studying it. "Please tell me this didn't rain down somewhere?" That might just be more property-damage than any of them wanted to deal with, that was for certain.

"Not that I know." Small mercies, and all that.

"I'm going to have to make sure my son does not cause unnatural weather-phenomena, aren't I?" He sighed, putting the flake on the workbench.

"Isn't he already?" Mairon piped up from where he was still intently working. "Everyone knows the minor ice age that hit Tirion that one time."

"It lasted all of three hours." But yes, clearly no one was going to allow him to forget that one. "And most of Tirion appreciated it." He added after a thought. That summer had been quite hot, from what he had heard of the elves.

"Point still stands." Aulë supported his Maia, slipping the gemflake back into the pocket he had originally pulled it from. "Not to mention that time he ice-shoaled all the way south."

"Oh, as if yours hasn't started roaming for and wide." And wasn't it interesting that he'd get a worse headache from his son than his brother. Perhaps he should have taken up Eonwë on his suggestion for a vacation that one time.

"Yes, but mine does it supervised."

"I had Ulmo watch him. Far better than Oromë who ends up ditching his groups whenever Tyelkormo breathes in his direction."

"Or Tyelkormo leaves him for five seconds." After the minor scandal - for a definition of scandal - that Vána did not know exactly who the sire of her child was - the rest of the Valar were taking great delight in teasing the two of them.

Well, the rest of the Valar baring Yavanna, because she still had opinions, though most had the consensus that she was mostly joking.

The awkward dance of the three to keep well away from the Valie was certainly just as entertaining.