Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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In the end, it needed a dual-layered model to keep the nothing from searing away in the light. The problem being that it also ate away at the cover ever so slowly, and the moment the slightest gap appeared, it decayed as usual. Under a mountain, that eating-away meant little, as there was more than enough mountain to go along, but a supple weave would be too thin to last long enough to matter.
"It needs something... something to make it stronger." Vairë murmured, tilting her head. "Or some self-restoring lining." She tilted it the other way.
Virilomë loomed over her, chittering softly in thought. It had been years, at this point, and still they were working on a way to let her leave the cave without cloud-cover.
"Anything physical on its' own would fail, I feel." Namó was present as well, standing at the cave-entrance. "She's too antithetical to existence. We'd need some metaphysical layers as well."
"Something transcending existence then, or something wholly from outside it." The Valie drummed a small army worth of fingers, the webs trembling.
He considered it unlikely by now, that the other Song were to happen, so was somewhat more inclined to help. "Fëa, or eäla? They are indestructible as a rule."
"Even from this?" She glowed against the nothing that surrounded her on all sides. "Though then again..." Spectral arms reached across the metaphysical plane, grabbing at one of the scraps of nothing, once again un-nothing-ing it into something. "Eäla wins." Infusing just enough of her being into the sparkling expanse of woven mirror, putting it on the large blanket of nothing kept it steady, at least until the infusion burned out and her energy was gone.
"Are we going to need a sustained fëa for this? An eäla might be too strong, even one of the weakest Maia either of us could call upon, if this is any indication." The two Ainur shared a look at that, the implications trembling between them like there was a fly in the web of their marriage-bond. "Those would fall to unhousement, or be dragged into your Halls by your call, husband."
The vaguely spider-settled nothing creaked, in the way they had learned to interpret as intent of communication. Vairë was a fair bit better at understanding than he, who had to listen through her ears to translate. They had tried mental communication, but on the whole, the fact that Virilomë was not a true intended denizen of Eä meant there was nothing for them to touch as such.
You can take threads of other Weaves for yourself. Can you take threads of his den-weave?
"My Halls?" He felt the need to confirm. "Oh, that might work. If we find someone willing to pass into it, they would sustain that weave against the nothing with their essence, and my Halls forming their containment would keep them from being dragged into the Halls proper."
"And you would not work against me for this, by forcing them back into the proper form." She agreed softly, humming under her non-existent breath. "With regular maintenance to keep from unraveling, that could work, if we find someone willing."
"I do need to insist on some fail-safe, just in case. A connection back to the main theme, that they can retreat through should it fail quicker than expected." He also started humming, searching for the tune that made up his domain and would keep an unhoused from suffer the effects of being such. "Perhaps it might well aid in the longevity of it if they do not spend all their time in it, if we can separate the weaves when not in use."
Then it would need another point, to keep from collapsing in on itself. The void-being added, long legs stretching along her webs.
"Myself, perhaps Vairë as well." He considered the thought. "Connected to me, it might well aid in the stability of my theme, and We could work on it on a distance if we notice a fail occurring."
"And you to the nothing, sister, so that you may do likewise on that end."