Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 9
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was near midwinter, when Vairë withdrew into the depths of her spouse's Halls. What few there were in Mandos' Halls, Men, Elves and Hobbits that had died from accidents after the Second Singing, found that only Maia remained to attend them, as Námo followed his wife.
Much like before, they withdrew to the most outer rooms, well away from any averse effects the labor would have.
"Well, this is uncomfortable." Warned by Yavanna, she had not been surprised by her loss of fana-control, but with what was increasingly confirmed as a future Vala to contend with, she did not really have an easier time of it. About the only reason she was not completely flashing like memories before death, was the presence of the sire in their marriage-bond. Námo, an Aratar as his wife was not, held her steady.
"You wanted it." He pointed out, teasing note so faint the people who could detect it could be counted on one hand, even now.
"So did you." She was walking in circles, the plants that had endured in these light-less depths unraveling at her touch like unfinished tapestries slipped from their loom before being bound off.
"I did not refute it." His mouth-corner quirked up, holding out an arm. "I was a participant, after all." His grin grew, as she settled against him with a comely pout.
"Remind me why we went together again?" Parts of her were tapestries for a moment, which was a strange feeling.
"You felt I needed more color in my life." He pointed out, as the two of them were in sharp contrast on a normal day, never mind now that parts of her were extra colorful now.
She rolled her eyes, relaxing against him, burrowing into the luxurious cloak she had long ago made for him. He wrapped her in it, faintly relieved that her own creations were immune of her unraveling. He was slightly annoyed however that the stone of his Halls was not immune.
The Weaver chuckled into his neck, before hissing briefly. He felt the Song in the room change, near-warp, and then settle... into three. Blinking, he needed a moment to recover his bearings, even as his body had moved to better support his wife and the two small forms in her arms.
"Twins..." She breathed, something tight in her throat. He could understand her, as the number of true twins among the Ainur was extremely low, even considering their number.
'Hi.' They knew the voice, bright pink eyes peering up at them from between the folds of luxurious fabric in Vairë's left arm. The eight Valie in Eä wiggled in joy.
"Hello." The Valie relaxed, then looking at the other form. "You as well."
'Hi...' The second mental voice was far softer and more subdued.
"How long will Irmo tease me that we got a set of twins?" He held out his arm, taking the small female form in his spouse's right arm.
'The rest of the Second First Age?' The small second form whispered lowly, echoing his fears.
"Accurate." Vairë snorted in amusement. "Yet, I am glad you two are here."
'So am I! I can't WAIT!' The pink-eyed form wiggled even more in her mother's arms. 'Oh, oh oh... introduce me to Luthien! You gotta!'
'Eru save me...' He was instantly bonding with the younger twin, that was for certain. The blood-red eyes narrowed some. 'Why...?'
"How about you first settle, mh?"
'Oh, and Melian! It's been so long! And Olorin! And...'
"Eru save us all." Námo muttered dryly, while adjusting his hold around his wife and two daughters.
