Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 38
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Whatever it was that only did not settle on the group of elves and their horses because the Valie was holding out a shielding arm, it certainly ended the entire thing with an eerie silence. There was only the sound of their ragged breaths, and the soft crackling of lighting and moving stone.
Fëanor breathed heavily, clutching the hunting-knife he'd been wielding. "What...?"
"I am the fuel of your greatest triumphs, and the catalyst of your greatest failures. I am the driver of fate, the causer of everything that had ever been done." The Valie softly stated, her arm returning to holding Melian along with the other. The Maia was trembling, curled into her Valie.
"So...?" He looked over to the thunder-bird, then blinked a good few times when the thunder coalesced into a more elvish shape.
"Hi dad!" Nixelca bounded over, not caring that Manwë Sulimo was covered with what had to be void-spider-bits. "Hi mom!" Varda was still glowing, her edges vaguely painful to look at. Both were throwing the youngest Valie some looks even as they glided down from on top what had just a few moments ago been Ungoliant, the ancestral Voidspider.
"You activated the Ainurian family-bonds." He realized when Aulë formed from some of the magma fingers, hair dripping liquid rock as he got stuck somewhere halfway to the dwarf-fana he so favored. Yavanna did not take a fana that was adjacent to any of the Children, but a wave of moss and new greens draped down from a higher wall. It had to be the only plantlife near this ravine, after whatever that last thing had been. "Activated the parental need to defend ones' children."
"Well, did you want to figure out how to fight Ungoliant?" It was Manwë that spoke up, black goop tainting his clothes. At least he had wiped his face clean... "I doubt it." He reached down for his son.
"Please don't do that again though, at least without warning." Mellissë's mother manifested from a pile of blanket-shreds. Her once vibrant outfit was distinctly greyscale, and there were some spots in the ravine still that just... were not the right color by any metric.
"I will assume there's no more giant Voidspiders that are going to come by." The Valie of Love snorted. "Now if you will excuse me, I think I need to get Melian back to her husband. See what this mess did to him, while I am at it."
"Probably a very large headache, at the least." Namó remained in the shadows of the ravine-wall. "Also, I think we cleared out all life in a four mile radius, so do keep that move to a minimum, will you?"
"Again, I am assuming there won't be any more things I will need to do this against." She handed over her sister, who settled in their father's hood like a kitten before fading from view along with Melian.
"I'd suggest turning back and finding another route to get to your destinations." Varda told them softly. "Because... uh..."
The ravine ahead was littered with spiders, gem-shards... and lava that made the air tremble. Probably the only reason both the elves, horses and the new plantlife was not bursting into flame was Aulë being here and preventing it from happening.
"Yeah, I get the mood." Fingolfin actually chuckled, and Fëanor remembered how often he wanted to bap his brother whenever he thought of his rampage against Morgoth. Sadly, they were stationed at about opposite sides of the cluster so he couldn't reach.
"That, yes." Aulë chuckled as well, patting both his child and Mairon on the head before he turned his attention to the liquid rock behind him. "You did miss the clean-up though, from what I recall... unlike us."
"Gross." Vairë muttered, quirking an eyebrow at the cluster of spiders beside her. "But accurate."