Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 17
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Mairon was quite successful at dodging Ainur he wanted nothing to do with, to be entirely honest. It wasn't even too noticeable that he was trying to do that, so he considered that a win as well.
Then one of the Maia of Vairë appeared in Ercasseyonde and it all went to Angband again.
"She wants to commission me!?" He looked at the vaguely string-build male. He had seen this one a few times, as he was one of Vairë's most powerful and devoted followers.
"Well, specifically Not Lord Aulë, and all the other good smiths are in Beleriand and Middle Earth." The shrug started a cascade of wool, though it got absorbed again before getting before it hit the ground.
"And her first thought was... me?" He would bet something important if she wasn't evading him as much as he her.
"Lady Vairë's was, yes." Another wave of wool, ironically in a different color somehow than the first. He was not even going to try and figure out how that worked. "Þossaica did not refute her, so here I am. If you are not open, I'm just going to work my way through the Fëanorians and dwarves as I run into them."
"I... am open for commissions, yes." He'd honestly said it before he'd really considered it.
"Lovely." A scroll of paper tumbled from the depths of threads into the other hand, which was offered to him. It held the specifications of the desired object... objects, he realized, in a spidery, childish Tengwar.
Clearly, the younger daughter of the Doomsman was still learning the fine motor-skills for writing.
"Oh, and..." Somehow, the other Maia reached within himself, pulling out a package. "This is unrelated to the commission, but here." It was something wrapped in simple - yet Vairë-quality - linnen, something crinkling as he accepted it. "Now if you'll excuse me."
Before he could say anything, the other disappeared as if stepping through a curtain, a faint breeze remaining of the shifting tapestries of Eä.
He remained there for a while, before Harthluin came and nudged him into activity. Heading inside, he put the note on the table, then put the package beside it. It probably didn't hold a bomb, but he had no clue why and what it might be aside from that.
Sighing, he poked it. The wrapping alone was luxurious, without intention, just from the quality. So he would have to open it at some point, and just have to trust it.
The ribbon was also something made in the Weaver's halls, so he was quite surprised when the contents looked less so.
Oh, the material was exquisite, and it was not outright poorly made... just... with less skill than the others. It was a small tapestry - or perhaps a very small blanket? - folded neatly around a small note, which had to be what had crinkled.
He held it up, tilting his head a few different directions. Yep, definitely the craft of someone still learning weaving. The weave was good, so they knew the basics of the art, but the pictures created...
The Maia of Ercasseyonde snorted in amusement. The two wolves looked more like potatoes with legs and long snoots, if he were entirely honest. Beside him, Harthluin huffed in vague insult, probably because he'd realized who was being depicted here.
"At least it's still vaguely recognizable as a wolf?"
The canine whined softly.
"It's a gift, pup, and someone clearly tried quite hard to make it look nice."
