Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was her own instinct that made her repair what the poor elf had done in his death-throes. In the end, the Weaver could not stand seeing a damaged weave...
She had come because both she and her husband had been unable to tell what had claimed the ner, and he had been rather useless from the trauma as well. It was not the first time someone had come to they unable to tell them what had killed them beyond 'darkness'. It was, however, the first time it had happened to someone that glowed with the light of the Trees.
Namó could not leave his charge this soon after dying, as these first few cycles were the most dangerous to a newly-deceased. So she had come herself, a thread of her own making connecting her through Eä with her husband.
She could not recognize the matter that made up the broken threads, it feeling almost antithetical to her own existence, but the connection of weave to Weaver - even if not the original weaver - was enough for her to find some grasp on it.
Holes fixed, she considered the depths of the cavern she was in the entrance hall off. There was no light deeper inside, the weave along the entrance catching everything, but she could follow it well enough, able to see the threads that made it up.
Anyone else would have been rendered blind, no doubt, or forced to torch it all down.
She was having words with the elf once he'd recovered, because even she as a Valie felt some kind of dread... and she was a fair bit less damageable than he had been.
Crouching down, one metaphysical hand firmly around her rescue-line, one of her physical ones thrummed one of her repaired threads, eyes - both physical and metaphyical - following the faint tremble into the depths.
Her physical eyes quickly lost all sight, but her metaphysical ones traveled along the thread to something in the dark. The darkness was manifested into something.
The thread calmed under her fingers, and so both her sights lost the ability to see.
The thread trembled, from a source not her own. Huh... that was interesting.