Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 23
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"I wonder if it says something that I find your elf before you." Mellissë greeted Oromë when he caught up with his hunter.
"I wonder what it says that you are here instead of Valimar, where I believe a festival is being planned for you." He countered, even as he caught his daughter about the waist when she rushed him. "Hello, my little bat."
"As if they need me for that." She rolled her eyes, rising from her seat and brushing off her clothes, for all that the Vairë-woven garments did not even catch dust and dirt, even if one tried. "Still not entirely sure why they feel the need for it, it's more something they'd give Nixëlca."
"As if my father would ever find cause to hand over control of Eä over to me." The frost-covered Maia rolled his eyes. "Like, at most for a few days when he realizes... or well, mom realizes that now they can now take vacations and just ignore everything."
"Manwë's not the vacationing type?" Celegorm wondered, tilting his head some where he'd been roasting choice pieces of deer.
"More like, he's a mess." The heir of Eä made a face. "He's still recovering, you see. Getting better, but it takes a bit." He shrugged, tucked in his partner's arm. "Maybe someone should really suggest a vacation."
"I'll drop the hint he needs to leave Taniquetil longer than a few hours." Vána dropped in, her arms immediately filled by her daughter. "Hello, having fun?"
"Yep." Thuringwethil grinned. "Oh, but dad's forgotten how to hunt, he needs lessons again."
"Ey!" Stabbed in the back by his own child, Fëanor's third son threw one of the bones at her. She dodged by clambering over her mother at high speeds, making the bone bounce off the moss and disappear in some nearby bushes.
"Oh?"
"He can't one-hit kill a deer anymore." Þossaica informed her Vala from where she had been weaving reeds together by the time the Hunt had caught up. "Cilinaril had to steal his kill." She added with a head-tilt towards the eldest of the new Ainur-batch.
"Blood-crystal." He held up the creation, from where he'd crystalized the minerals in the deer's blood to kill it quickly. "Wanna have it?"
"I'll pass." Oromë detached his child from his wife with some trouble, then dropped her back on the ground. The still partially bat-shaped Maia squeaked, before retreating to the top of a nearby tree, where she got comfortable on one of the larger branches.
"Good, I have plans for it already." Aulë's son flashed a grin - and his gem - before turning his attention back to the sketchbook he'd pulled from one of his two dozen pockets. "It's interesting material, so..."
"Please don't." Mellissë moved her head in such a way that they were quite sure she was rolling her eyes, for all that those were hidden underneath a red ribbon still. "I love that you love gems, but I do not want to hear the intricacies of blood-crystals of all things."
"See if I give you any of them." The Maia of Crystals muttered darkly, twisting the gem in his hand this way and that as he took notes.