Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 11
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"And this is... safe?" It had been Miriel that had been approached, for the testing of the separating weave.
"That... is what we intend to test." Vairë informed her, the both of them standing at the door of her part of the Halls that lead outside to her gardens, a place that Míriel could not visit herself, body-less as she was.
"Which is why I am here, as well." Namó was waiting a bit inside, arms crossed. "I can protect a fëa from the effects Unhousing, even outside of my halls. At most, you'd suffer a mere heartbeat's worth of pain if it fails."
"Alright." There was a something on the floor, extending outward through the gardens and disappearing somewhere around some of the trees. "So I just... use this?" She gestured to a particularly thick strand of the something.
"Yes." The two Ainur inclined their heads at the exact same moment.
"Whoop." She did trust them, so took hold and felt herself be yanked along it. It wasn't really fast, but she knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to stop herself until she got to the end... which proved to be a bubble strung between some trees. By the time she arrived there, the two Valar were already waiting for her.
The first queen of the Noldor could see the thoughts flash between them.
"So how do you feel?" Namó asked her while Vairë attention was still fully on the weave... or at least as fully as she could notice.
"Currently fine, My Lord." Miriel poked some of the edges curiously. Despite it feeling denser-woven than anything she'd ever felt before, she could see through it perfectly. Like liquid glass. "It seems to hold as such."
"Can you infuse the weave with your own Song?" They had explained what they were trying to make happen; have this weave be supported mostly by a fëa inside of it, so she obligingly started to try and infuse the works of a Vala with her own self.
Comfortable was different, that was for sure. Namó hummed as he watched her work. "I think we might have to make it so the fëa we ask for this participates in the weaving." He stated it out loud, gesturing for her to stop. "So that they have a space in our work."
"Clearly." The Weaver looked away from her intense scrutiny. "But it seems the theory is sound. This can be an extension to your Halls. Ready?"
Taking a deep breath - for a given definition of breathe - the elf nodded once. Non-existent muscles tensed when she felt the safe corridor she'd arrived through collapse when Vairë pulled on a certain corner, leaving only the thick strand connecting her to the Halls proper.
"Not feeling anything... yet." This felt vaguely claustrophobic, having to trust that her safe cocoon would hold and that the Valar could react quickly enough if it did not.
"Looks stable." The weave twanged softly. "Could you test the route back?"
"Yes." They'd tested this one a few times in the Halls, just to make sure that it'd do as intended. The thick strand was not made up out of the Halls proper, but rather a mixture of the energy of re-embodiment and some physical manifestation of the Call towards Halls itself. The yank this time was a bit more forceful, and a bit faster, but it did work.
"Welcome back in my Halls." The Doomsman had swept along with her, to make sure he could intervene if she'd start to feel the effects of being outside. "How was that?"
"I... did feel something that time. Mild discomfort." She obligingly reported.
"Mmhh..." He reached down himself, winding the strand around his fingers. "Did it seem like it would hurt more if the journey had been longer?"
"Hard to say." It had been a mere heartbeat if she still had had one of those, perhaps two if she was being generous.
His face didn't really change, but the movement of his fingers did.