Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 14
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Manwë prayed for strength. This was not Melkor, or Morgoth or Sauron or anything like that... This had to be worse.
Aulë beside him seemed of a similar inclination, though his fellow Aratar at least seemed to find some amusement in the whole matter.
"Why did the first batch have to have rivals?" He asked into the emptiness, watching his son and Aulë's declared-genderneutral child face off. Neither had yet grown enough power to truly fight, most of themselves still waiting to descend into Eä as they grew. And still, their visit to Ercasseyonde, which had coincided with Aulë's visit to his Maia, was now resulting in something between a snow-flurry and crystal-minefield growing in the courtyard where the two had encountered one another.
About the only reason it was not spilling out into the city proper was the fact that their fathers were containing the entire mess. At this rate, he figured Tyelperinquar would be well within his rights to deny any and all Maia he wasn't married to access to the city. First the crystal clusters popping up everywhere, now this...
"From what Mellissë said, it's lovers." The Smith declared, before briefly whistling to dismantle a crystal-growth that was getting dangerously close to one of the buildings lining the place.
"I am not so sure I agree with her there?" The Lord of the Airs pulled a warm current down from some higher layer to counter-act the freezing of the small pond. No need to get fish-cicles just because his son was wrestling another Maia. "The longest they've been able to be civil was two sentences, and not even each!"
"She was pretty on point of all previous relationships?" The elf-sized dwarf laughed softly. "Down to the intrinsicaties of the Children. I feel three-quarters of us went 'oh, that's what she meant' when Oromë started following Tyelkormo like a puppy."
That he could not deny. He looked over his shoulder towards the forges. Mairon had hidden himself in there upon their arrival, and he supposed the Maia would remain in there until he had left. "Or when Melyanna had Luthien."
"Or that." The Vala beside him side-stepped a free-flung crystal, catching it with one hand. "I am currently still too relieved she's not being smug all over the place."
"Did you hear of the breakdowns she had with Olórin and Melyanna?" A flurry of snow passed him by, dusting a small tree in soft white.
"I did. And am kind of sad I wasn't around." Cilinaril crowed his victory as they talked, having managed to trap his rival in a circle of large amethyst-spikes.
He was, of course, far too quick with the declaration, as the temperature dropped sharply and the gems turned brittle.
"I'd almost trade Namó this mess for his daughter." They both chuckled at how their unflappable brother was suffering of the proverbial and literal force of nature his eldest was proving to be.
"This is less bad, you think?" Almost as once, they decided that perhaps they ought to separate the two Maiar before the city took real damage.
Aulë picked up his child, tucking the small form under his arm like it was just a package. "Dad!"
Manwë scooped up his son, simultaneously wrapping the freezing shape in his robes. That he was immune did not mean he wanted to carry a large block of ice. "That's quite enough of the both of you. We do not want this city to be wrecked."
The two young ones glowered at one another, but obediently contained themselves.
