Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 22
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was indeed Thuringwethil that was born by Vána, which was highly awkward because she had turned from her Valie as thoroughly as Mairon had with his Vala.
"Honestly, it's fine. We both know you sang a thin line." Mellissë was leaning on the crib's edge, having escaped - her words - Mandos' Halls to meet with her Maia. Though the two parent-Valar were present, they had had not real reason to deny her, particularly after Thuringwethil stated she was fine with it. For a given definition of fine, of course.
'Still...' The once-Maia murmured, tucked warmly in several soft furs. She still had something vaguely bat-like about her, mostly her eyes. 'I turned from you.'
"Which I hardly have a right to complain about since I wasn't even there." The pink-clad girl - still, to her eternal frustration at how her younger twin was outgrowing her - grunted a bit as she clambered into the bed. "Something something, got to approximate Vala-connection, something something."
'Pretty sure they didn't mean Mel... Mor... him.' Mairon's once herald pointed out, tiny form squirming a bit as if unsure about whether to rest against or away of the bright form.
"I mean, you were kinda pride-like? Fits with that moron." Namó's eldest rolled her eyes, but settled in. "Anyway, it's fine, Thuri. I've complained plenty about the others too. You're all disappointments to me." She added jokingly with a giggle, snuggling the baby carefully.
'Bwuh?'
"Melian has one kid! And Olórin's shape is more like a grandfather than a friend... It's horrible, he's so grey now!"
Oromë looked over in faint amusement. "And she's starting the rant again."
Vána snorted, comfortably resting in a mattress of flowers. "She does have opinions about the entire matter."
"She'll be insufferable if Melian ever gets another child." The Master of the Hunt shook his head, returning to his weaving of a flower-crown, tip of his tongue poking out at his concentration. Tyelkormo was still with his parents, though he had been rendered safe at their realization that Thuringwethil was a full-blooded Ainur, rather than a half-blood like Luthien.
"She's being insufferable already." Not helped by her sister passive-agressively throwing engagement-rings at Cilinaril and Nixëlca just a few months ago. "I am just hoping she stops with the mystic hints."
"She's Namó's kid. I feel it's just... required to be mystically unclear when you're related to him."
"We are all related to him, in theory."
