Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 18
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"I wanted you to have a family. The mother and siblings I could not give you." Míriel did not wait for her son's answer. "I wanted you to have a life beyond my empty body in Lorien. And I wanted it for your father, but we're not talking about him."
Vairë sat quietly, cradling her arm. Against her leg, Virilomë was silent. Namó remained beside her, protecting the fëa with his presence alone.
"But you chose against that. And very well, I was not happy about it, but what was I to do?" The first Queen of the Noldor was not looking at her child, instead staring at her twitching spectral hands. "I had gambled, and apparently lost. I contented myself with the family you build yourself later on, your wife and children. Was I concerned that the two of you were overreaching with six pregnancies? Oh certainly... But you had a family, as I wanted..." Now she looked up, and she'd be weeping if fëa had had the ability. "And then you hear that Melkor - after trying to destroy the Trees, mind you, therefore very much intending ill - was heading for Formenos... and you worry not for them, for the children your wife bore you, but merely for some gems..." She deflated. "We all have crafts we cannot redo, my son, I know this well. And I need not suspect to know the Silmarils are yours. But even then... what craft out-values one's kin?"
There remained ominous silence after that question, for a time.
"A thing to think about, perhaps." The Doomsman softly stated. "Though I concur with my wife that his thought-process might be biased on account of what we were talking about."
At that, Míriel opened her mouth, but he beckoned her once to stop. "Give your son the chance to consider this, and yourself a chance to recover."
"We will postpone the progression of the festival, and these proceedings." Manwë spoke up. "Because everyone will need some time for this."
"A moment." Virilomë softly spoke up. "I know the weight of my presence here." The angle meant she couldn't easily meet eyes without baring herself to the light of the slowly migrating Trees.
Vairë inclined her head some. "Manwë, I think my sister would like a word briefly."
The Elder King nodded briefly.
The void-being moved slowly, carefully keeping the cloak between herself and the Light. Rising to her feet, Vairë noticed she was taller than even most of the Valar. "Translate, sister, please."
Vairë smiled gently as the voidbeing closed in on the two thrones at the head of the circle, where she very deliberately bowed. "I know I am of the void beyond your nest, and as such am not of your brood. But as I have come upon your nest, and settled within it as if it were my own den, I name you my broodmaster and concede to your will."
Manwë showed his surprise merely by a change of cord in his music, with no visual indication. "Please, Lady Virilomë, I am honored and grateful you would say such."
Her sister lingered for a bit longer, before rising to her full height and turning back to her.
"My husband's Halls are less of a walk in the Light than your den, sister, at least without worrying all those Children who know you not." Since they were all leaving, Vairë joined her in standing. "Be our guest until we have remade your cloak and you can move in comfort again."
"Much obliged." Namó left at once, stepping through the Song with Míriel in tow. Leaving his wife and law-sister to walk through Aman.