Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Canon Ones

Warnings: AU

Chapter: 10

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

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There was a formal announcement that the Lord of the Halls of the Slain had twins, but unlike Cilinaril, said twins were not really seen by anyone not Ainur or... well, Slain for their first year.

It was only shortly after Varda and Manwë's son was born that the two female arrivals were taken outside for the first time.

"HAH, you are so Teeny!" Cilinaril leaned over the crib, looking down on the newest Bab-inur with a grin.

'We can't all be overexcited puppies.' The closest thing Eä had to a heir of the Elder King's throne coolly countered.

The two girls, not yet able to walk, but certainly able to crawl, had plopped themselves on the ground beside the stone-carved piece of furniture. The Valie pulled herself up, about the only thing the two could yet manage. 'You know you love him.'

Both protested that, in mind and sound. Her sister's red eyes rolled so hard they might have left their sockets.

"She got your Doom-saying tendencies." Aulë dryly informed Namó from where their parents were overseeing the small gathering.

"Should have seen that coming, considering a large part of the music, stories and whatnot the Children make." Varda hummed a tune they recognized as 'Kiss Already' under her proverbial breath, though it perhaps a bit more of an upbeat rhythm than the original had had.

'Don't even.' There was near-frost on the mental words.

'Don't know, I have suffered plenty from you lot.' Sparkling pink eyes crinkled, before their owner pushed back from the crib to high-speed crawl over to her mother. 'Think we can get Makalaure to give a concert with adjusted lyrics?' She held up her hands to be picked up.

"Don't you dare." Cilinaril, whose fana had started reflecting his nature somewhere around the beginning of Spring, had the gem solidifying on his forehead flicker in his annoyance.

'You were in the Halls with her, weren't you?' Her sister dryly pointed out, remaining comfortably tucked against the furniture-leg, burrowed in the blanket-cloak she never went without.

"Why do you think we left them?" Namó pointed out, as dry as his younger daughter, much how their eldest was as vibrant as Vairë. "Wanted to get away from her."

'Truly Karma that you got me.' Said eldest burrowed into her mother's hold.

"Or punishment." He retrieved the other, tucking her in his cloak where she settled with all appearances of happiness, if her eagerness was any indication.

'For all of us, because she's the single most annoying being in existence. And I am counting that rock-headed doofus.'

"Language." Manwë reminded his son, over the affronted gasps of two of the other three children at that statement.

"This is going to be a blast, isn't it?" The Smith watched his still-undecided-gender child argue with the Elder King's son.

"How long are they into this, you said?" Yavanna leaned over to the first - currently still only - of the newly descended Valar to ask.

'Well... time's spotty in the Timeless Halls, but... long? I think it really got going around when we watched the whole tower-business?' The small form shrugged.

"I'm getting Makalaure if they're still at it by their teenage-years. He has a good track-record."

'Liable to die from shock though.' The slightly smaller form poked her head out of her father's cloak.