Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"May I?" She pointed at an open cocoon, recently emptied from what she was pretty sure had been the shark she'd brought, if the remnants on the floor were indicative of anything.
The creature had started coalescing more and more over her visits, really settling into a definite shape. It left her feeling bold, perhaps unwisely if her husband's vibrations of cold dread were any indication.
They were also figuring out a way of communication that was more than charades on the end of Virilomë.
Virilomë chittered in her way of 'affirmative', one large leg reaching over and detaching the emptied wrapper.
"Thank you." Vairë bounded over to it from where she'd been watching the latest lunch disappear, humming softly. "I want to try if I can work with your threads, sister." She explained. "Your and my threads do not mix, but perhaps we can work with finished ones." She carefully starting unwinding the threads of nothing, frowning a bit when noticing that her spectral arms also caused trouble. Where their threads just violently sprung apart like two same-poled magnets, her non-physical hands seared into the nothing, insisting it become something. "Well now..."
Before the entire thing started unraveling, she reduced the hands working on them to two and some form of knitting and knotting rather than true weaving, using the rest to spin some threads for the large form at her back. "Here, want some of mine?"
The threads came from the 'everything' she'd pulled them from, though in some ways, one might be able to say they came from a visible 'nothing', appearing from thin air where she'd made them manifest.
She felt a faint tug when Virilomë gently took the thread, and started her own little project. As such, the only sound for a time was the soft creaking of the vague chitinous body looming large, and a faint clicking that she was very sure was the intense-thinking-hum of the other.
Truly, she had to get some of these threads to someone that could analyze it, because they was interesting. Also, annoying. They were resisting any attempt to become 'something', as if it were whole antithetical to any form of being beyond the webs its' creator had turned it into. So clearly, there had to be a trick to taming them... and let it not be said that the Valie literally called 'weaver' would not be able to figure it out!
'Love?' She only realized she'd been at it for far longer than she'd intended when her bond to Namó was opened wide from his Halls.
'Busy.' She send him her preoccupation with the thread, which by now she'd managed to at least get into an indeterminate weave. 'Am I needed?'
He managed a small burst of amusement. 'Only by me.'
'I'll come back soon.' She half-turned to Virilomë, who had started clearing out a part of the wall to work on, which looked... viscerally comfortable, if she were entirely honest. Her threads should not be here, part of her screamed. The larger part told it to shut up, because this was interesting.