Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 13
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Arafinwë looked up, to where he could just see Taniquetil over the roofs of Tirion.
"Wonder if that's intentional?" Findaráto stood beside him, tilting his head while looking at the same thing as his father.
Despite it being the height of summer, the snow on the large mountain extended down to well below the treeline. In fact, he could spot some ice-crystals glittering above them.
"Of Manwë and Varda, or of their child?" He counter-asked with a chuckle.
"Now that's the real question." His son snorted, shaking his head. "No one tell Cilinaril." Word of the rivalry of the two non-female new-born Ainur had already spread well across Valinor, and was probably well underway over in Beleriand and Middle Earth. "I feel he'll see 'covering a mountain' as a challenge."
"Taniquetil, the giant gem?" The High King of the Noldor wondered, reaching up to catch one of the small flakes that had survived the heat all the way here. It promptly melted on his finger, leaving a small drop of water.
"Or the Halls of Aulë, the gem-encrusted." Eärwen joined them in the small, private garden. "Depending on where he is when he finds out."
"I hope I get warning so I am on vacation if it happens anywhere around our people." He laughed. "Perhaps it's about time Ñolofinwë gets his turn in the crown again."
"I feel he'll be running for the far East if you tell him." His wife pointed out, tucking herself against his side. He promptly draped his arm around her.
A cloud seemed to be forming around the top of the mountain, glittering rainbow even from all the way down here.
"The history-books will be a hoot about this time-period." The heir to the High Throne of the Noldor sought out a bench, laying down on it to watch the show above. "Random gem-clusters being formed, ice-age in high summer in Valinor..."
"Luckily nothing from the Daughters of Mandos yet, at least."
"Yet." The silver-haired High Queen of the Noldor joined her son, sitting on a sliver he had not covered with himself. "For all that I am now jynxing it, no doubt."
"Vacation is starting to sound better and better." He muttered, shaking his head with a sigh. "Well, warn me once a lawine starts, I am afraid I have a council that I doubt is going to get cancelled for this."
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