Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 3
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Something strange, for sure." She had returned to the Halls of her husband, weaving into her works the 6-dimensional scene she had found... it still did not fully cover, as even her most adjusted threads could not cover 'nothing'. If anyone lesser than them had been here, they'd have suffered a terrible migraine at best, trying to parse the creation that warped the corner of her room. Most likely, they'd be driven half-mad trying to figure out the layers of it.
"I think I know." The fëa had recovered from their demise, at least so far that Namó dared leave it for a time.
"You have known it?" They were well-matched, as past and future, though there was little overlap within them.
"I suspect I will, yes." In the conversations between them, the borders of time faded and warped, and they could end up Eru knew where along the ever-changing path of time. "Still, this might... be interesting." His fingers hit - and yet did not - the central figure in her weft, sinking into the best approximation of 'not light' she'd managed to form from her own hands.
She quirked an eyebrow, forty fingers working simultaneously to finish it. He just gave her a look in answer, the kind that made it clear he was bound by his role.
"Fine, guess I will go back." Vairë declared, mouth-corner ticking up a touch when no part of his role could keep him from reacting to that statement. "Whatever it is, it is not comparable, save in the creation of its' thread. It is intriguing, the silence it could manifest."
Her husband made another face, clearer and more openly now, the kind of face he'd only shown twice before; when he felt Eä itself shift a few fractions to the left. She always wondered if it was specifically left, or if right was comparable. "Keep a thread, a thread and a care."
"Oh dear." She could read beneath the lines, just as she could see into what was already woven and see the patterns that had lead to it. "Two threads." A warp and a weft. If he was that concerned about the development, and let it show, it would be prudent to be careful. "I'll let you know how it will have gone."
"You're going to give me conniptions." He countered, pulling his fingers back, the almost-nothing lingering for a few moments at his pale form before becoming something. "Which until five seconds ago, I thought we could not have."
"That bad?" She crossed her arms, the physical ones at least, and turned to him. Behind her, the tapestry shifted, alive in almost all senses of the word.
Another look, but this one she hadn't seen before. Their marriage-bond thrummed like a dozen spiders were tap-dancing on the threads. The separate threads wobbled, tightening as differing fibers ached.
"Alright, alright, I shan't ask." Without moving, her attention was on her work again. It oozed into the seventh dimension, which was a problem, as that one had to stay clean and not-meddled with. She hissed, like one of creatures that would periodically spring from her yarn when she wasn't careful, and it resettled into the fifth dimension, de-layering like a peeled onion to keep well away from the seventh. She couldn't hang this in his Halls, that's for sure, not unless she wanted to unravel three quarters of the few elvish fëa in there simply through proximity. "How strange will Oromë look at me if I ask for a beast?"
"Very strange, no doubt about it." He shifted, essence stretching and reshaping. "Show me?"
"Gladly." Her metaphysical eyes were already focused elsewhere, a loom forming from the essence of her domain, a warp of forests and fields shaping itself under her will.