Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 15
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
It was a pure coincidence, that Tyelperinquar visited his cousin at the same time that Mellissë had declared that her sister needed another round under the pile of otters. This time however, because of a landslide in the Northern Blue Mountains, Namó had merely delivered his daughters before having to bend to the task of attending the unfortunate ones that had been caught in it.
"Oh." It meant that there was no large power to be sensed, and that Mairon had not been warned of their presence. He would have staid in the south, if he had.
The two newly-descended Ainur looked up at him, and he felt the very real desire to flee. If there was one Ainur whose Song had been warped by Melkor into some kind of abomination without them having actually fallen to him, he could name no other. Þossaica, if he translated her Valinorian name right...
"Mairon." It was bright pink Mellissë that greeted him, rising from beside the pile of otters and her sister. He knew it had been for her sake that the Valie had not descended into the first Singing, as these twins would not be parted and Þossaica would no doubt have become a powerful asset of Melkor had she come into his reach.
"I..." Could he dare turn away from her? Could he risk staying near her?
"We will forgive, but we will not be idiots." She declared softly. "It is not my decision, Mairon. Your fate is not my hands, not like that."
"Nor mine." The dark-clad twin whispered. "You were not what warped me, and I had my revenge on the one who did. But you did make full use of what was intended to be kindness, and that I cannot forget." The younger and weaker of the set of twins with the greatest intended power-discrepancy pointed out. "I will be civil, but expect not my sister's touch upon me for you."
"That is fair." He inclined his head, doing his best to keep his emotions from alerting Tyelpe to his turmoil. "I will take my leave then. I apologize..." For what exactly... she, perhaps more than most, would deserve some apology from him. "For interrupting."
Eldatanno squeaked at that, not really saying anything, just trying to draw their attention.
"No, they are quite right." He assured the otter. "I have wrought much ill upon her." He bowed once more, not once considering how strange it must look to see someone in adult fana bow to a child barely past toddler-age. Then he fled.
"I am sorry." Olórin greeted him softly. "I did not realize you were coming until too late, or I would have warned you."
"Well... I am alive...?" He managed to shrug, draping himself over Harthluin, wondering if he'd feel better if he were a small cat to be cuddled.
"They are forgiving." Mellissë's Maia offered, beard shifting in a semblance of a smile. "Trying to be better certainly is helping."
"Give me Curufinwë any day, please." He shuddered, giving into the urge to become small and fluffy. He circled once, then settled down into the grey-clad lap. 'Also, why are you still all grey? At least get some color in your life!'
"That is just what she said." Dextrous fingers started smoothing his on-end hair, scratching his ears. "Then I reminded her of what Curumo declared himself as, and she left me alone."
'You'd look hilarious in pink.' He was kind of tempted now, side-eyes the grey robes he resting on.
"Don't you dare."
'Gandalf The Pink.' He narrowed his eyes some.
"I will put you in the middle of the fountain if you do anything to my clothes." Okay, that would be less fun, but he could travel now... and just change his shape. "Or maybe I'll sneak you into that pile going on over there."
'You wouldn't!' He was on full alert in seconds, halfway up the tree in moments and a big floofy orange ball on the highest branch that could his weight the next.
"Hugs are therapeutic!" That traitor laughed brightly. ""
