Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Mairon was quite surprised at feeling someone new approaching Ercasseyonde. He hesitated briefly before heading outside, where the source of his surprise became quite clear.
"Ah, Mairon!" Yavanna greeted him, meandering up to the forges. "How have you been?"
"Quite well, My Lady." He answered automatically, quite certain their meetings could be counted on one hand, even after the Second Singing.
'Oh, oh, oh!' A mental voice battered him, which felt weird considering he was pretty certain his shields were up.
"Cili..." She looked down with a small chuckle. "Remember what we agreed on."
'Oh... right... volume-control... my bad.' The voice dampened some. 'Hi Mairon!'
"Errrr..." He suddenly noticed the bulge against the Valie's chest. "Hi?"
"Cilinaril kept bothering me to visit you." Aulë's spouse explained, adjusting the elegant fabric so she could pull their child out.
'I wanted to say thanks!' Crystalline eyes sparkled in the light of Arien, who was just finishing her last journey of this shift. A small hand poked out the gift he'd made.
"You're... welcome?" He blinked a few times. "Did... did the gems grow larger?" He was pretty certain he had not delivered it being this... chunky.
"If the name did not clue you in, Cilinaril is a Maia of Crystals." The Giver of Fruits chuckled. "And that means growing them when asleep."
'I know body-control, but not crystal-control!' There was mental laughter overlaying the baby-laughter. 'Dad complains the forges can't keep up.'
"Something about growing enough gems for a month with every nap, if I understood his mutterings correctly." Their mother added in an aside. "I feel he agreed to this mostly so that some gems end up here instead of only his own forges."
'Any wishes?'
"As if you can control the type any more than you can control the growth yet." She booped their nose.
'I can if there's starters!' They sounded very insulted, pouting adorably up at the tall female while tiny fist hit her booping finger.
"I suppose we are short on some types...?" He offered, being rewarded with a beaming baby.
'I knew you were my favorite Dad-iar for a reason!'
"Dad-iar?" The connection was obvious; Maiar of Dad - though it'd take him a while to get used of thinking of Aulë as a Dad - but what kind of word was that?
"Beats Mo-iar, Unc-iar and Au-iar..." Yavanna dryly offered. "We're doing our utmost to keep it from any and all loremasters, because most of them would weep at the words this one thinks up on a regular basis. Especially because some of them seem to stick."
'And Bab-inur!' Cilinaril pointed out, getting louder and punctuating their mental voice with physical brabble. 'Though that was Tulkas, not me.'
He had to resist a snort at that statement, and the long-suffering look of the Valie he started leading into their home. He could see Tulkas think of that word. "I see."
