Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 34
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"So what is wrong, exactly?" The House of Finwë was no longer in the habit to defy the Valar, whether married in or not, so they were moving sharply south-east at their behest.
"Cracks in the darkness between the stars... They were noticed a few months ago by Tilion and Arien." Mellissë kept up with the horses, twice as large as she'd been half an hour ago so her legs could keep up with the firm canter of the animals. "We worried something had slipped through, though we could not find any traces, and the... feel of that forest makes it exceedingly likely something actually did. At least likely enough that we'd rather not have innocents nearby."
"Noted." Fëanor looked over his shoulder. "Errrr... what... exactly could have come?" He'd seen Morgoth die, back at the end of the First Singing, and the only followers of his that he knew of beyond the Second Singing were redeemed ones - or those on the way to redemption.
"That, currently, is a question I can't answer." The Maiar were spread around the group, several of them airborne in various forms, while the Valie was nearer the middle. "Either way, I think we can agree it likely won't be any good."
"Indeed." Indis was riding between her husband and her eldest son. "How far will be enough?"
"That depends entirely on what Oromë finds, I guess." Celegorm answered that one from his place at the back of the group, only Huan and Mairon's two wolves any further. "Good couple hours, just to be sure."
"Would it be prudent to dodge that one river-ravine we passed through this morning?" Maedhros half-turned in his saddle, thick braid bouncing on his back in time with his mare's movements. "Or is it far enough we can safely take it?"
"If whatever's in that forest already reached that, we're busted anyway." The white-haired son of Fëanor philosophically pointed out. "They can come up on our sides regardless then, so might as well risk it."
"Should we point out what happened the last time he choose to wing it?" Finrod laughed softly, flanking his mother together with his father.
"Shut, Ingoldo!"
"Really, this is why this is my favorite elvish family, I swear." The Valie chuckled. "So much love. Really, it's only beaten by the later House of Hador."
"Is there a Vala that does not like Tuor... or at least the skinchangers in general?" Fingolfin took the time to wonder, following his eldest nephew through the forest back to the opening in the mountain-range they'd taken to get into this land.
"Are you jealous?" Finarin snorted from his own spot very close in the middle. To his eternal frustration, between being the youngest of his generation and the High King of the Noldor, everyone had insisted he'd be in one of the safest spots. As if the fact that he'd never died yet hadn't proven well enough that he could hold his own.
"Boys..." Findis rolled her eyes, from her own little cluster with several (law-)nieces. "Really? Now is not the time!"
A bat swooped by, cheeping at her father before dipping off and frantically flapping to get to the far front again. Well above, the massive eagle-shape of Manwë's son circled widely around the group, crystalline feathers glittering in the sunlight. His spouse was a massive bear galloping along at the north-edge of the company.
"It's still clear." Namó's daughter declared, unable to do much herself with her need to remain blindfolded around anything non-Ainur. "Hopefully, we are well beyond the range of anything that was... is in there."
"And if not, we're still somewhat capable, I'd like to think." Granted, they'd only brought hunting-weaponry, but that could still be deadly enough.
"That too." She conceded as they passed into the ravine, large rock-walls rising well higher than them. Nixelca abandoned his eagle-shape, too large to maneuver in it with any kind of skill. He smoothly slid into another bear, more slender than his spouse and snow-white.