Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 12
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The second - Míriel assisting with the creation, so she could infuse it with her power - and third test - whether an infused Hall-bag could hold against Virilomë's nothing - were both successes. Which meant that the idea could be tested properly; whether they could create a creation large enough to cover the void-being, and whether that would work.
Being that she was already in the know, the first queen of the Noldor freely agreed to being the fëa that would become the support, at least for the time-being. It wasn't like she was ever going to reembody, so they would not need to have to remake it once she did.
Securely held by Namó, like a small child in fact, she could temporarily leave his Halls without issue. "Eep." She could see why Vairë had been unable to properly convey the 'nothing', because she could still not make any sense of it. The Ainu holding her wore an outer cloak made of pure shadow, but that still did not compare to the weaves draped along the cavern-walls.
"Míriel, this is Virilomë. Virilomë, this is Míriel, she has agreed to help with our little project, sister." Vairë introduced them to one another, the small glowing fëa and the towering nothing looming even over the ainur.
"Well met." Still, she should be polite, raising a hand carefully. Even Namó himself had only a limited range where he could protect her without actively creating more of his Hall-athmosphere and she didn't want to risk reaching outside of it.
The large form vocalized softly in answer, lowering itself a bit. She assumed it was a greeting back. They'd have to learn how to communicate properly if this worked and they'd work together more often.
"Ready?" She nodded sharply at the question, following the thread she'd been holding onto with her free hand the entire time. Once in the other end, she settled into the weave of her own threads. She could feel the weave of 'nothing' settle over her, which still felt slighty weird, but even this large work held against it. The viewpoint to the outside was still wonky, warped like she was looking through the poorest quality glass ever, but that also still worked being that she was on the outside.
Several long leg-like things lifted the entire contraption slowly, swinging it onto the form.
"All still well, Míriel?" Vairë hung from some strands pulled from the mountain above, looking down on them, sitting like she was on a swing. "I cannot see you anymore." Her husband remained on solid ground, but if she could judge properly through the wonkiness, he did seem ready to move at a heartbeat's notice. Probably in case it did fail and she needed rescuing.
"Yes, my Lady." She nodded until she registered the second statement. "I can still see well enough, and it all feels like the previous test. So it seems all is well."
"Sister?" Chittering answered the question. "Good. Let's take it outside?"
They'd chosen a clear night, Lady Varda's elaborate works sparkling up above with not a cloud up above. From what she'd heard, these would soon start hurting the being under her. The two Ainur followed them, Namó's eyes firmly on her from what she could tell. He could clearly still tell where she was, even if his wife no longer could.
The stars looked exceedingly weird like this, shifting in front of her eyes as her containment moved. Perhaps the closest she could compare it to was the few times she'd visited Alqualondë and swam in the waters of the Sundering Seas. She hummed, realizing that was a better comparison than her earlier glass-thought.
"It seems to hold up well." The Weaver softly spoke up, circling the large form with a considering eye. "Míriel, Virilomë, how is this for you?"
"Visually exceedingly weird, but I feel nothing strange yet." She obligingly reported before Virilomë vocalized softly underneath her.
"It appears successful, for now." Namó stated, face still very much turned in her direction. "Once we've made a more comfortable form to wear, instead of this oversized blanket."
"Indeed." His wife agreed.