Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 33
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The forest was dark around him, and there was something off about the darkness. If he didn't know better...
Celegorm turned tail, back to the larger camp alongside the river. Either Þossaica had somehow lost control of her powers, despite her sister's presence, which was a problem. Or he was right - which would be a mess all on its' own - and not something he wanted to deal with on his own.
His arrival way ahead of any assumed schedule certainly turned some heads, but he ignored the questioning glances until he arrived at the patch of flowers the Ainur had claimed for themselves. Well, barring Mairon, who spend most of his time with Tyelpe.
"Dad?" Thuringwethil looked up from where she was braiding her Valie-sister's - as they had claimed their relationship - hair.
His eyes narrowed a bit, because the dread of the forest was less here. "Can I borrow... any of you?" That meant that the fear-Maia was firmly in control of her being, and it was not some weird leakage that was going on here.
"For what?" Nixëlca looked up from where he'd been amusing himself with creating small ice-shoals on the river's surface.
"I just... want a second opinion on something, and feel Ainur-senses might be better." He shrugged lightly.
"Sure." Cilinaril, whose gender-representation still switched on a dime and was a firm what-even-is-gender-representation this week, rose from their seat half in a tree. "What's up?" They still towered over the third son of Fëanor with ease, being a mountain of a dwarf with crystals growing from several spots on their calmer days.
"The forest over there." The white-haired elf gestured to where he'd gone for a hunt like half an hour ago, before making a sharp turn back around.
"Mmmhhh..." The son of Yavanna hummed softly, before marching over.
"Something wrong?" Mellissë tilted her head some, eyes still covered with a ribbon to keep anyone from making eye-contact with her.
"Vibe's off." Of the whole House of Fëanor, he was on the best footing with the most recent set of Ainurian twins, on account of Thuringwethil counting him a father. And even for him, the best footing was mostly 'politely able to talk' and little more. "And in the First Singing I'd go 'Morgoth's thing', but in the Second...?"
"Mmmhhh..." Nixëlca echoed his spouse, ice-sharp eyes following the large shape which was reaching the far-away treeline. The Valie did not speak herself, but her sister straightened from her comfortable splay on the grassy ground, dark cloak settling around her form, obscuring all but her mouth once more.
"Hunt hasn't been here." Thuringwethil reported. "Not a shred of a memory, even. And Oromë would leave more than that, even with all the time since the Second Singing."
"Overdue then." Mellissë murmured, turning to her sister, who inclined her head and was gone. "It was a fear... we might now see confirmed."
Oromë appeared as if summoned by his daughter's mention of him, a brief burst of love across their bond the only indication that he'd even noticed Celegorm's presence. "Where?"
"Cilinaril." Nixëlca answered, frost on the nearby grass. "Nothing yet, but..."
"We thought that once before." The Vala muttered. "This outing must be cut short, I am afraid. You must return West." He loudly addressed the elves present. "Mellissë."
"I will go as well." She conceded, getting up from the grass herself. "Come on now, my Hunter, no time to tarry here."
"So there's something?" He scrambled to follow her stride to the main group.
"There is." Her senses were only half with them, and her sister had gone fully missing in the last few moments. "We'll explain later, once we have some distance from here."