Category: Tolkien-Universe

Rating: M

Couples: Canon Ones

Warnings: AU

Chapter: 18

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

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Fëanáro woke to his third son in their front-yard.

"Tyelko?" He had been quite certain he was in Rhun somewhere with the Hunt, and this was neither the Hunt nor anywhere Rhun. Not to mention the Ambarussa were not around either.

"Hi dad." The only of his children to have inherited his mother's silver hair awkwardly stood beside a pack of clothes.

"Come in." Whatever it was, it could wait until after breakfast. "We didn't expect you... for at least a few months, to be honest."

"Yeah, I got delivered here just half an hour orso." His feral son grinned weakly. "So uhm... who else is here?"

"Just me and your mother, for family." Kano had been visiting recently, but had returned back to the Gap just two days ago. "Why...?"

"Well... Hi mom!" There was a faint silver blur, then a squeak from Nerdanel when she was hit by their son.

"Tyelkormo..." He dryly joined the hug. "What did you do?"

Their son went thaught between them, now squeaking himself. "I..."

"Turcafinwë..." Nerdanel leaned back a bit, still dressed in her nightclothes, vibrant red hair in one sleepbraid. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"MightveknockedupVana." He spoke so fast that several syllables blended together, trying to duck in their hold.

"You. What?"

"Vana's pregnant." The Hunter whispered. "And we're not sure from whom."

Fëanáro felt his brain derail. This was learning there were a set of 'Tyelko's Twins' all over again. "You're going to be a father." He clarified, because he suspected that no matter who exactly had sired the Bab-inur now in the making, both males in that relationship would be claiming fatherhood.

"Yes..."

"I'm going to be a grandfather again." And this time, he could do it properly. Without expectations of both the parent and child... and hopefully a better opinion of the other parent.

"Of course that's the most important." The future grandmother rolled her eyes. "But this does not explain why you are here, love?"

"Yavanna might be in a mood." Tyelko admitted with a crooked grin. "Apparently she's not immune to the 'how dare you'-vibes as much as one might assume."

He had to muffle his snorted laughter in his son's shoulder. "So your Valar decided to hide you in the house of one who has a trackrecord of throwing doors in faces of powerful Ainur." He shook his head. "Very well, I'll protect you."

"Thanks, dad."