Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: T
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 4
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The webs were repaired when she returned to the craggy cave, one hand holding two threads - one gently disentangled from Aulé's works, just enough that she could shift the weave of the mountain above, one firmly wound around her husband's hand back in his Halls - and the other holding a slain deer, the lone arrow wound bleeding sluggishly still.
She didn't quite know what the... creature ate, but it definitely involved meat of some kind. Like she'd cast aside yarn that was just a shade off, she threw the once-animal into the depths of the cave, watching the body grotesquely snag on strings of darkness. What the elf had thought when seeing this place and deciding to proceed was beyond her.
"Well..." She could no longer move as smoothly as she had last time, when large patches of rock had been laid bare in the altercation. her dress shifted, shortening to her knees, bouncing lightly at her careful steps into small places where her feet would not damage another's works. The vibrations carried, as they had the last time. Standing daintily like an elvish dancer in repose, she waited. In regular intervals, one foot would bounce lightly, just to make sure the thing in dwelling here knew she was still here.
Like last time, they moved in answer, trembling... but this time, the source was coming closer.
"Mmmhh..." She tilted her head some, trying to make an image of the thing approaching the entrance hall in which she stood. Yet it eluded her, the care taken for each step too great to give a clear picture.
A curtain fell, something claustrophobic descending from the ceiling. "Ah." It loomed, stridulation-sounds coming from all around her. A spider of some kind, though as unnatural than the little creatures that were born from her discarded yarn-scraps. Unlike those things, it was dwarfing most of Yavanna's beasts, even those of Almaren. Perhaps she should have asked Oromë about animal sounds before coming here.
They were facing one another, all their physical limbs reaching for threads.
A thread under her foot vibrated, originating from beyond her physical sight. Still, it was only polite to answer. One of her metaphysical hands twanged a line above, one that she could follow to the creature.
Another was moved in answer, though that one passed her fana by, jiggling her offering of food. She moved, gently from thread to thread like a dance until she was nearer the wall.
The thing mirrored her, wiggling the threads she'd passed over. "Ah... I see." She did not discard the threads in her hands, but decided to indulge the invitation. Humming her own Song, she danced along the threads, leg swinging wide as she did so. Partway, threads she had not touched moved in invitation. Clearly, Vana's train would have been a better training ground for this than Oromë's Hunt.
Every move made her see more clearly, painting a picture of movement and sound. What had been indeterminate to her every sense, physical and metaphysical became clearer as she danced, the only light-point here as she was in her spouse's domain. There were definitely more legs than her own, or even any other spiderlike being she'd encountered.
She laughed, adding new vibrations to their cooperation. "Do you know my words?"
Every thread grew taught, rocks cracking under the strain. "Ah, very well, sister." She froze in a finishing pose for her dance when some stones fell from the ceiling, torn from their ordained places in Aulë's intend by the nothing that covered them, before returning to a rest. "Virilomë, you are, are you not? My counter, as it were, by your works." Her threads briefly danced along the creature's, before snapping apart almost violently. "Ah, truly incompatible, beyond the craft, I see."