Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 16
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Fëanáro started when Namó also rushed from the meeting, but most of his focus was on the spectral form almost squished between two Maiar. The last time he'd seen that form, it had been an unmoving body in the Gardens of Lorien.
"Míriel?" The first to move was Indis, hesitantly reaching out.
Then Nienna was there, stopping the Vanya from approaching. "Do not." The Valie warned, one hand outstretched. "This Hall my brother has created is exceedingly fragile. To touch it would mean unHousing this fëa." His father's second wife recoiled a bit at that, like the presence of his mother burned her.
That's when everything went weird. The Trees shot southward, several Valar flinching at that. Suddenly, instead of the lights he'd seen before him, there was now a darkness like he'd never before seen, not even when his journeys had taken him well beyond the light of Telperion and Laurendil. There were not even stars beyond some point.
At some unseen signal, Oromë and Tulkas shot off, and Manwë towered over his throne. Briefly, ever so briefly, it seemed the darkness was illuminated by a lightning-strike.
"Estë." The Doomsman's voice preceded him as he appeared from thin air. For once, his dislike of the Vala that had taken his mother from him noticeably shrunk, because even on the largely unmoving face there was dread. Vairë looked... monstrous, was the only word he could settle on, form twitching between the elf-like shape she usually wore and something that had a few more sets of limbs and eyes.
Nienna rose from her seat with a cry, both her and Estë rushing to their law-sister, who was being put on the first empty chair they'd encountered. The Weaver was snarling, curling around her arm, which was seemed infected. Namó stood over her, holding her other hand firmly.
"Let it approach." He declared, briefly letting go to shrug off his heavy cloak. Fëanáro felt himself blink a few times at the cascade of braided hair that was new released. "My apologies, Míriel, I was in a hurry." He reached down, scooping up the spectral form like a child before putting her on the armrest.
"Understandable, My Lord." Míriel Þerindë murmured, pressing herself close against him arm.
"Namó?" Manwë finally spoke up, having returned to his seat. Fëanáro needed a moment that though he'd addressed the Doomsman, the Vala of Winds was not actually looking that way. He followed his gaze, finding a physical darkness was steadily - and quickly - crossing the ground between the former location of the Trees and Mahanaxar.
"Let it approach." Namó repeated himself. "It is welcome here." His eyes were on Vairë still.
There was something off here, but Fëanáro was getting a headache trying to figure it out.
No... The darkness was giving him a headache. The moment he had looked away some, eyes refocusing on the Valar, it diminished. He couldn't hear what was being passed between the Ainur not currently aiding Vairë, but he was taking good bets that for a few moments, her husband snarled as she had before one law-sister had started weeping on her arm, and the other Singing over it.
Chittering - that sounded more like crashing rocks, if he were honest - drew his attention back to the darkness... only to finally realize that it was not darkness, it was just nothing. That certainly would explain some things, wouldn't it?
"Here, wear this." The Keeper of the Halls of the Slain held out his cloak, other arm lightly curled around the fëa beside him.
A dark hiss answered, but the shape changed, shrinking in on itself, passing between the throne of Namó - where Vairë was sitting - and the empty throne of Nienna to seat itself before Namó's, tucking itself between the legs of Vairë and Namó. He was pretty sure he heard it sigh.
He started again when the other two Valar returned from wherever they had gone, but not alone.
"Father?" He stepped forward at his father's harried look.
"Melkor has passed Formenos at speed." Oromë reported, returning to his own seat after just a narrowed glare towards the dark form. "My Hunt will follow and warn if he were to turn back."
"We brought the Noldorán because we felt that he'd ought to hear whatever explanation will be offered for this." Tulkas lingered a bit longer at the shape, until a look from Namó send him to his own throne.