Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"You are... exceptionally gloomy." He was torn from his deep contemplation of the tapestry by his wife's voice. "Also, that is grim viewing. Is there a reason?"
She always glowed, mostly because her entire color-scheme was a good twenty shades lighter and seven degrees more colorful than the next best thing in his Halls, but it seemed that Vairë had also gained the fabled pregnancy-glow. Or perhaps it was the power he already felt growing in her stomach, in a way they had not with Yavanna. He turned from the memoir-tapestry of the moment he spoke his Doom, dark and terrible, to his spouse.
"Dark thoughts, I suppose." He brushed his hand down her arm, before turning his attention back to the tapestry. "Worry, perhaps."
"Ah, we hit that part of parenting?" She chuckled, one hand cradling the minor bump that was already visible. She was not as far along as Yavanna had been when she started showing, but she was in a more slender fana, so perhaps it made sense.
"Cilinaril is a Maia of Aulë." He hesitated, tilting his head at the dark form of himself.
"They are." She conceded, fingers touching his hand.
"A Maia of the sire."
"Yes...?"
"Do we really want more of mine running around?" He pursed his lips, hidden in his hood. "None of those left have... much of a place in the Second Song, don't they?"
"One incident does not a pattern make, my love." She leaned her body against his. "Have you been working yourself up about this the entire time?"
"UnMarred, it is supposed to be, save memories." He pointed out.
"You do remember who I am? I record memories, Námo, the things happened, though they no longer can happen. It does not diminish them, nor does it mean we should forget them." Vairë countered. "Besides, we gave Mairon a chance. Any and all 'negative' Ainur that might be born have the whole non-participation bit going for them. I doubt Eru would let someone actively malicious be reborn."
She shrugged. "Also, I think we can both agree that this child is almost certainly someone that'll grow into a Valar." She patted her stomach.
The Doomsman sighed, hand splaying on the curve of her form. "Another thing to worry about."
"Again, pretty certain Eru picks who gets to join." The Weaver took it, starting to tow him through the Halls, past the garden that still filled a good part of them. He really needed to get Yavanna or Vána to do something about those before they spread.
"Where are we going?" He followed her, as he always would.
"Somewhere where your doom and gloom thoughts are outright illegal."
"Pardon?" He could stop her parting the weave before them, their power-difference being enough for that, but he didn't. He passed through the curtain she created, finding himself in a luscious forest. "Vairë?"
She ignored him, looking around and them beaming. "Ah, Eldatanno! Just the otter I needed!" He hoped she could feel his flat glare on the back of her head as she headed down to the riverbank. "Ah, Eldaroquen, Arwendë... All the otters, apparently!"
The smallest of the bunch squeaked a greeting up at them, clambering of the pile of otters on the riverbank.
"I hope we are not intruding?" His wife looked good with the small form in her hands, though then again, she always looked good. "I need your assistance, if I may."
"Vairë..." She was entirely too full of life sometimes. Still, he obediently settled beside her.
It seemed she didn't need to even ask, because the largest otter immediately climbed into his lap. "Weaponizes the Pereldar seems highly unfair."
"You need some unfairness, once in a while." She carded her dexterous fingers through Arwendë's fur, as the other twin also added himself to his lap. "This is the Second Singing, my love, you can afford to relax once in a while."
He did not point out what had happened the last time he had relaxed.
