Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 9
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"What... is that?" Míriel, vaunted first Queen of the Noldor, had finally found her lady at work in what had to be a backroom of a backroom of the Weaver's Halls... and she was very sure it probably was around one metaphysical corner, if she considered the feeling she was having. Or that just might be the black expanse on the far wall, which her eyes just could not grasp, sliding off it like water from a tilted stone.
It was giving her another headache, which was apparently just a thing the death could have. No one warned her of that when she died, that's for sure.
"Science, I suppose." Her Lady looked ever more... unbound than ever before, perhaps because they were in such a strange place. "This sears away in starlight and Treelight, and I am trying to figure out if there's something that can protect it from that."
"What even is it?" She gave up trying to look at it, just letting her eyes settle on the Valie which was a far more comfortable look, even though she looked like a nightmarish hybrid with a spider at the moment. That at least, she had gotten used to over the years.
"Nothing." Vairë answered evenly, part of her innumerable eyes fixing on the elf at her side. "Or rather, just enough to be a physical nothing."
That answered even less than she'd thought possible. "How...?"
"It is not even my work." Surprises unending, that had to be almost the most miffed she'd heard her Lady be ever. "Virilomë's threads, at least, though I managed to force it into this form. But it does not endure, more fleeting than a dream."
"So, what exactly does the light do for it to fail?" There were lights here, some eternally trapped embers, contained in crystalline weaves that sparkled with far more intensity than she'd have expected.
"I suspect it is the power behind the light. It is Varda's power which is too much for it, burning in her stars and her part of Laurendil and Telperion." The world creaked and shifted, or mayhap it was just the room. "And I cannot oppose it, it is beyond me to shift the Weave to such an extent for any length of time."
"What of layering?" Clothing she could talk, even though only the basics applied to something that had only a vague shape of squareness. "I know you can weave shadow, My Lady, could you not layer shadow over it?" There were several tapestries of the Long Journey in the Halls, and a few more in the closed of Halls of the Weaver, works of the Valie herself. They seemed alive, shadows reaching for the embroidered elves as they followed Oromë - or turned from him, for that matter.
"I tried, but that also does not survive Varda." Several eyes were rolled. "At least, not for long, and once a hole appears..."
"This thing is just gone." She figured that much. "What would it take to sustain the shadow for any length of time?"
"That is what I am trying to figure out." Three arms pointed to another weave, almost a similar shade, though it was far less painful to look at. "Is this how you felt when being introduced to metal skeins?" Amusement sparkled along with the lights, eyes half-lidded.
"Seems so?" Míriel chuckled. "No, yes... I think this is about how it feels for us to get new material."