The Wizarding Prince of Twilight

 Chapter 20

Year 455 of the First Age (One month after the Dagor Bragollach)

Candid Counsels and Imminent Outcomes

When Eru Ilúvatar created the world of Eä many believed the fate of the new world was set. When Melkor marred the Ainulindalë by singing off tune, all of the 14 Aratar further believed that fact to be undisputed. The music had a set path and none could change it. Contrary to what many of the firstborn would claim the Ainur were not in fact privy to all of Eru's intentions. The Ainur were born to carry out Eru's will and follow the path of light. Their father, who had taught them the joys of music and gave them their purpose, was a being they deeply cherished and only wished to please. Tis part of why they went to war against their fallen kin. It was all to protect the children that were being plagued by the evil deeds committed by Melkor. Their father gave leave for the war and so they fought, despite the damage their power further caused to the lands they had abandoned. Many thought Eru had always perceived Melkor's treachery, hence Tulkas was born to always stand in his way.

The Aratar never questioned Eru's intent like Melkor had nor did they seek to destroy as their fallen kin did. Many of the 14 had even counseled against releasing the falsely repentant Vala but their Lord Manwë, who was chosen to the be the voice and King of Eä, voted against their council. The Ainur were tasked with protecting Eru's children, but the land they awakened had been deeply marred by Melkor's poison. Thus, they sought to bring the elves to their lands where the light they had created would keep them safe.

Twas not surprising to encounter hesitancy, for the Ainur could understand the origin of their fear. They knew that Melkor had seeded fear and doubt into the children's hearts. A consequence of his marring where such concepts should have been naught but a fantasy.

So they waited and showed the three kings Finwë, Elwë, and Ingwë what the light of Valinor held for their people. 

And of course they agreed.

From there the Valar thought all would be well. 

They believed they could follow through on their promise to their father without further hindrance.

They believed things would be peaceful until the second music. 

They believed the elves would be like them and perceive the necessity for their actions. 

It was all going fine.

Until it wasn't.

When looking back, they should have known that something was wrong. In hindsight, many of them should have realized that the firstborn were not like them. From all the signs and warnings sent their way, even by the time the lamps fell, they should have gleaned the truth for what it was. 

But they didn't. 

They tried to close their eyes to it or rather many were convinced that their way was just and the rebellious behavior some of the elves demonstrated was false. At one time Oromë and Tulkas accredited it to the marring of Melkor. At another Nienna and the Fëanturi would associate the distrust from the loss of their kin; whose hröa had been used to create the orcs. When Manwë declared that the lost elves would be saved following the second music; the Fëanturi were the ones who perceived a bad taste from such logic. 

For but a moment they questioned that statement, but quickly silenced the feeling lest they trod the path of Melkor's corruption. But that feeling didn't stop and nor would it be the last time the Fëanturi began to question. 

The second most pronounced incident came with the dooming of the Ñoldor and Fëanáro's death. The Lord of Mandos did not perceive the damage done upon the elf's soul and did not initially realize that such fracturing may have factored into the events that caused the kinslaying. Namo could not heal the elf and at best could keep him stable until they could request Eru's aid. When Namo counseled with Manwë as to the elf's condition, the elder king declared that this must be part of the music. A part of Eru's plan that was set in the music of Eä. A punishment that Fëanáro would have to endure forthwith given his murder of the Teleri elves. The breaking of the Silmarills during the second music would be Fëanor's redemption for the crimes he had committed. Just as the Doom Manwë had Namo declare was to be the rebels punishment for spilling blood on their lands. 

Namo was silent when he heard this proclamation.

His face gave no hint to his internal conflict with such a judgment.

His fánar did not so much as flinch but inside a thought took hold within the Lord of Mandos' mind. 

For just an instant Namo thought Manwë was wrong. Namo was the judge, a role given to him by Eru Ilúvatar who saw all things as they were. Manwë was to be their king but could not perceive evil. Manwë could never see the true darkness in his brother. Nor could the elder king fathom the degree of depravity Melkor had cast upon his own Ëalar. Namo knew that Melkor would be lost but Manwë could not because he still wanted to hold on to the times where his brother had been flawed but still there. Such thoughts could be considered admirable but foolish when looking at the bigger picture. Manwë had given Melkor many chances but didn't seem to be doing that for the elves. Blood may have been spilled on their lands, but now there was concrete evidence that this may have not been as pre-meditated as Namo had once perceived. 

Fëanáro was not himself, he did not hate his brother, and did not truly seek to kill anyone. The Ñoldor wished to leave the lands of Valinor and were cursed with death. Manwë perceived their wish to leave as violating Eru's will; whether they were guilty of kinslaying or not. Manwë had applied this same logic to those that had refused the great journey or simply did not complete it. Thus the Avari or woodelves were dubbed "The forsaken" as were the souls that Melkor had cast into the nothingness. All thought the damage done during the marring would be fixed with the second singing. That the elves would come to know of their error in not following their kin to Valinor. 

Melian, who had bonded to one of the Sindar, was meant to guard those that had attempted the journey but did not complete it. The Aratar knew of her part in the music. How her line would bring forth the heroes that would mark the end of Melkor's tyrrany. A solution and plan was already in place, set by Eru themselves. The dye had been cast so what more need be done. The second born were beyond their reach as they awoke and lived in the forsaken lands. They were mortal and could not abide in the lands of the eldar. The two races were never truly meant to be together in marred Eä for too long a period. 

But the inner turbulence did not yield as Namo still questioned, Nienna soon mourned, and Irmo began to doubt. 

Namo was supposed to be the inexorable judge. A point of fairness where he could see what others didn't. He knew the truth of the kinslaying, of what events had led to it, and so doubted this was the right course of action. Namo could feel that this was not right, that something was off. Twas like the world was weeping. Something similar had happened before. Long ago, when Almaren had fallen. They were capable of making mistakes and yet nothing was done to really amend it. 

Twas always the belief that once the Dagor Dagorath passed all would be well. 

But they were wrong. 

Namo knew they were but he didn't change it because he thought the music could not be changed. 

Oh how false was that belief proven.

Oh how reality and truth had been slammed right into their very ëalar by one who was thousands of times younger than them.

One who seemed to see things in a depth they had only begun to glance. 

One who was furious with them and had sought to fix all their "screw ups" as they so kindly put it. 

One who had apparently deemed it fit to break into Mandos' Halls TWICE and upend everything Namo had once believed. 

The true shock he felt upon the Dooms breaking was one only his siblings would ever know. 

That wasn't even the worst of it. This child who was not even 100 valian years old had sicked their glowing deer on him, yelled at him, and threatened all 14 of the Valar with such passion even Tulkas almost quivered. Well perhaps 13 given the child seemed to have a soft spot for his older sister. None could say Namo did not love his sister, but Eru knows how that child even knew of any of them when he was seemingly born in Beleriand. A prince of the Ñoldor and a Prince of the Sindar who had regrettably not been treated well by his Ñoldorin kin. Well specifically the Gondolindrum. Who were currently on the figurative chopping block given what he'd seen from Turgon's deceased kin, never mind the living. 

Eru save Turukáno when his siblings and wife re-embody. 

For I do not need foresight to know a visit to my halls may very well be in his future. 

Though from what I've seen and heard, Elu Thingol is not far behind. 

That child clearly does not like Melian's bonded, though for what reason is beyond me. 

Ulmo still refuses to speak of it. 

The Halls of Mandos were an ever reaching labyrinth of black and gray. Walls endlessly climbing into a misted ceiling. Pillars of ornate black marble gracing the corridors. The Halls were separated by levels, where each one corresponded with the amount of pain cast upon one's soul. The middle level was where his throne room lay, but he was rarely ever there if only to cast judgements on those that had come to his halls. He was the keeper and healer of souls so it was his duty to restore those that had lost their hröa's from battle, sadness, or anything else. This duty was now especially relevant seeing as the concept of souls staying in Mandos long-term had been completely excised from the music by a seeming elfling that bore the title of "Master of Death." 

An interesting title indeed and an even more frightening power to go with it.

His affinity with me is one that can be sensed despite the distance. 

Though just where do his abilities end and how far does he intend to go. 

None still know of how he hides from Vairë and Manwë's sight. 

Ulmo could not see or hear him until he revealed himself to Nowë upon their first meeting.

His changes to the music are startling as is.

Every action he takes seems to harmonize the music in ways none of us can fathom.  

But I worry, for all his power I can sense pain. 

Though from what is beyond me. 

The fánar of the Aratar were ones that stood taller than the eldar. Namo was not one to care for appearances but as he silently walked down the endless halls of his domain. He could not help but ponder what he would see in his wife's tapestries. His wife's halls and his own joined at a juncture where the dead could view but not pass beyond. The tapestries were meant to serve as means of information gathering for those that had passed. A glance into events that have occured since their demise, and an ideal balm for those that sought a reason to live again. 

Although now they mostly served as a means of finding out what the crazy elfling had done now. 

Vairë was certainly becoming unsettled with what she was able to see (I bet👀).

Twas naught but pure fortune that Ulmo overheard the child's conversation with his favored (Eavesdropping😑).

Change the music while keeping it the same?

How could anyone have believed or even perceived the manner in which he would do such a thing. 

And with Atar's aid no less. 

This is getting out of hand but Atar forbid us to go near him. 

How this child holds authority over my Dooms still baffles me to no end. 

I do not favor the idea of him bearing distaste for me and my siblings. 

More than once I have felt that child's anger towards me. 

Is the House of Finwë just inclined to disliking the Aratar for one reason or another? (Maybe?🤭).

I truly fear for the day that child decides to actually come after my doors (Strong locks 🔒).

And what a humbling experience it was for the Aratar to be wary of a child. A child in every sense of the word. A child that seemingly held no power until they had just reached beyond their first century. A prince that was a scion of their kin yet seemed to hold no affection for her. Though such a situation could also be blamed on Melian's methods of child rearing. But truly she could not be fully blamed, the ainur were never a race meant to have children. They knew the bonds of spouses but children were an entirely new concept. The Ainur are slow to learn and building such bonds was less innate to them than among the Eldar. Another difference and error that had been thrown in all their faces. Especially given the consequences of what such ignorance wrought upon them. The most prominent being that Melian does not even know of the child's existence or rather has not fully perceived who he is to her. 

Though I gather she has finally learned of her son's demise.

I cannot believe that child was made to witness such a thing. 

Turukáno is truly delusional if he does not count himself a kinslayer after that.

Ulmo's disappointment in that elf was felt across all the outer seas. 

The Lord's silent steps were haulted when he came upon the juncture of his wife's halls. Endless streams of tapestries lined the halls. One never staying a single color as myriads of blue, red, gold, orange, green, and even white were strewn throughout the stitches of his wife's work. Only the floor stood out as it held a color of the deepest obsidian. Namo was not alone in these halls. No, there was one spirit standing before a tapestry that he had come to know quite well. A spirit that had been substantially healed by none other than the elfling that seemed determined to give him a headache. The spirit of Fëanáro stood before a large tapestry of pure red. The red meaning to depict endless rivers of fire. An enormous serpent of flame that left desolation and ash in its wake, was especially prominent. Where it came from the tapestry did not show but Vairë was able to perceive the flames originated from some kind of small stick. The owner of said stick being nowhere to be seen. 

I know the child did this but how he is veiling himself is beginning to get irritating.

The previous tapestry showed him by Makalaurë's side until he just vanished. 

"He's outdone himself this time" 

Namo's amber eyes moved towards the owner of the voice. His gaze landing upon the steely silver eyes and raven wing hair of Curufinwë Fëanáro. He had no physical hröa yet as his spirit was still see-through. He wore armor of crimson red and a cape as black as the starless heavens. A playful and stern expression could be seen on his sharp features. 

"Though if it were up to me I would have never allowed my grandson anywhere near that battlefield to begin with. What a situation my boys have found themselves" said Fëanor with noticeable distaste. A certain word making Namo's brow twitch by the smallest margin. 

"Your grandson? I believe he is Nolofinwë's and you his uncle" said Namo in his usual emotionless tone that gave no hint to what he was thinking. 

"Granduncle if you want to be specific. Though who cares for such details when Makalaurë has adopted the boy. So therego he is mine and I would certainly welcome him. The boy is a genius and deserves the best. His talents were squandered among airheads that could not perceive him for the gem he is" said Fëanor with a steel in his voice upon recollection of the elves of Gondolin. 

I have my reservations of what the child's father will think of your presumptions.

Though he is in no position to speak of "proper" father's. 

Nolofinwë will most certainly not look upon this with kindness.

I would prefer to not witness that ner's madness unleashed in my halls. 

My wife never put up that tapestry for obvious reasons. 

I am busy enough with the new souls as is and do not need a mad wraith running around. 

"Is his talent the only cause for your interest?" said Namo with once again no emotion but hidden curiosity. Fëanor's gaze now turning to his as though he were insulted. 

"I am offended to hear you think me so shallow. He is a child that has great talent but has been wronged. Even if he were not so gifted I would have happily destroyed anyone who sought fit to take out their frustrations on an elfling that could do not but take it lest they fear for their life. Turukáno and his flock will hear from me when I see him. Nolo should have never had to hear of something this cruel" said Fëanor with a tone of near venom as his silver steel gaze burned into the amber eyes of Namo. 

Indeed that child was wronged but I fear there is more than either of us is aware.

How confident he his now that he knows he will leave. 

But then again he was always confident and unyielding as mithril. 

"Than what is your definition of justice Curufinwë" said Namo with a hint of the authority he held for his position. The elf in question just let out an humorless snort. 

"If you fear me committing another kinslaying, please don't. I have no intention of spitting upon that child's efforts to heal me. I will not trample on my nephews kind heart as others have done so callously. I have already apologized and promised sincere compensation to all the Teleri in the halls. And even with all that done I will continue to apologize even if I must do so for the next three ages. Tis truly heartening that the Ñoldo and Teler that started the fight have apologized to each other. I do not need Turukáno dead to teach him how grievously he has erred. On no, there are much better ways. In fact I have no doubt my brother will join me in my efforts as will Turukáno's wife" said Fëanor with a toothy wolfish grin on his face. The mention of Elenwë bringing to mind the memory of a furious Vanya gazing upon the tapestry that bore the visage of a crying child in a white city. Namo only let out a soft sigh as he turned his gaze back to the tapestry. 

Wives are indeed nothing to scoff at. 

I suppose I should be relieved he does not seek to kill anymore. 

I find it even more surprising he calls Nolofinwë his brother now rather than "half."

Audible footsteps could be heard approaching. These steps soft but not silent as Namo's. The one who came was in fact two as Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and her youngest brother Argon made their presence known. Their steps stopping just a ways from Fëanáro. Both elves bore silver eyes and black hair but where one was an elleth and was shorter the other was significantly taller and was a ner. 

"What brings you two here? I'd have thought you'd be with Eöl" said Fëanor with genuine curiosity. His face softening when his gaze landed on his niece and nephew. Their relationship amended following their time in Mandos, albeit with a lot of effort. 

"We were examining the latest tapestries of Lómion's antics. The deer piking the Balrog almost made Eöl faint" said Aredhel as she slapped her see-through forehead. Argon barely suppressing a chuckle from what she said. 

I'll never unsee that tapestry. 

I suppose I should be grateful that crazy grass eater didn't try that on me. 

Seems the servant mirrors the master because they're both crazy. 

"I still can't believe he did that, and paraded them like a war trophy to boot🤦. Twas six balrogs that ambushed me and six he killed. I'm curious to see if your little mole was aware of that fact" said Fëanor with a quirk of his midnight colored brow. Aredhel just let out a snort. 

They speak as though slaying six umaia is just an everyday chore. 

"Don't flatter yourself uncle. I'm sure it was just a coincidence" 

A coincidence that still got six umaia killed and some by a deer no less.

Oromë will never cease to find humor in it.

"Eöl cried when he saw that. He's with Lady Vairë in one of the other tapestry rooms trying to calm down. I've been married to that elf for 80 years and not once have I seen so much panic from him then as I do now. He knew Lómion was different but this is just madness. Summoning Eru Ilúvatar for aid????!! A pillar of light??! Living flames incinerating legions of orcs, stealing your Silmarills, and laying a curse upon Morgoth! The very creator of curses themselves?! When did that child even have time to learn farming! What parent would swallow these outrageous revelations with any dignity to speak of?!" screeched Aredhel as her hands reached for both sides of her head. It almost looked like she was about to pull her hair out. Argon now actually laughing. 

Hearing it out loud just makes it sound even more mad. 

How in Arda does he hold the power to do such a thing? 

Who'd have imagined he'd "keep the music the same" by affecting Morgoth's perception of the battle and beyond. 

Well to an extent.

It's like he's changed the type of strings used to play a harp yet maintained most of the original notes. 

Such a thing would have been deemed ludicrous by all the Aratar. That is until we felt Eru's presence barely even a month ago. 

What is Atar trying to do?

I've never seen Nienna and Ulmo so excited. 

"Aye tis quite mad when you say it like that. I can't imagine what your father and Findekáno are going through. I doubt anyone will be shutting up about this. Irissë just what in the world did you birth? Are you sure he never showed any signs of well 'this' when he was younger?" said Fëanor as he gestured toward the tapestry that showed the fires. Aredhel just groaned when she looked at it. 

"He's always been smart and he did say things that seemed strange at times. Unique ideas that I'd never heard of, but I always just credited it to him being more gifted than most. I know he is part maia but he only ever showed Eöl's gift for the forge. Do you think if I'd any clue of his abilities I would have taught him at least some prudence! I have no desire for my sweet son to be flipping his magic about as though it were a kid's toy. How many tapestries have we seen where his enchantments sent your sons, my father, elder brother, and our people screaming for the hills in just their nightclothes" boomed Aredhel. It was then her brother collapsed to the floor laughing. Namo lips did twitch by the slightest margin. His recollection of that tapestry was indeed entertaining. 

"He made a barrier that destroyed Balrogs and popped orcs like they were flies. He even turned Curvo blue! Hahaha. Oh my goodness did you see what he did to poor Kano's office. Blew up like a popped candle and by green flames hahahahha! I regret that I have not meet your son sister. Eru knows I'd have been a better uncle to him than our brother" said Argon and with the last statement all humor was now gone. The room taking on an uncomfortable stillness. 

"I will NEVER forgive Turko for what he did to my son. Not him or Itarillë! I told him not to kill Eöl as that would have only hurt Lómion. I told him that while I begrudged my husband for what he became I still did not wish him dead. Lómion did not need to lose two parents at once. ESPECIALLY right in front of him! I have not fully forgiven Eöl but I will not forsake him. He's been through his own pain but I will NOT indulge him. He has apologized profusely for what happened and swore on Eru's name to make amends from now until the end of Arda. I almost did not forgive him at all were it not for what that doe said" 

That was a soul.

It was different from the others that came with the stag. 

But who's soul? I've never seen anything like that. 

That soul was made of the most potent love I've ever experienced. 

Twas not an elf's soul but not really an edain. 

So what was it?

"Lómion has always had such a big heart and if he can forgive his father than I will not impede him. Eöl hasn't complained about Makalaurë taking care of Lómion. I know he doesn't like it but he knows he has no right to complain. Tis better than how he was treated in Gondolin" said Aredhel with tiredness in her voice and disdain at the last words.

"How funny that Itarillë is sundered forever from his fëa. I still care for my niece but what they've all done is unforgivable. Irissë, you were there for her when Elenwë passed but when it came to return the favor she hurt him and cast him away. Family or not there is only so much scorn someone can take from their own kin, especially when they are a child. They mocked him for his heritage yet they knew not he has ainur blood running through his veins. Never mind is able to reach out to the Allfather?! What I would give to see the looks on their faces when they realize that!" spat Argon with naught but anger. Namo just listened to the exchange with thoughtfulness. His company seeming to have forgotten he was even there. 

That boy is more than just a parmaia. 

His power exceeds that of most of us. 

My dominion is over the souls of Eä but he overwrites that because his authority over "death" extends far beyond even the reaches of the world. 

Atar certainly seems to favor him but why is the greater question. (He's Harry😏)

Twas already painful to learn the depths of our failure to the children. 

I could never pretend to ignore the pain of those fëa nor from their saviors words.

Even now they look upon my healing with trepidation. 

Though I cannot fault them.

"My brother who was supposed to care for my son let those two-faced vultures belittle him and even marr his forge work!" (Run😬).

Aulë was furious. 

Half his halls are still under repair from his outburst.

"He was scared for his safety from his own uncle. What he said that day scarred my son for life! He never even once nurtured Lómion's fëa! Were he not part maia he could have died!" (Get the torches🔥).

That was indeed dangerous. 

But even then Atar said they had to convince the child to seek affection from his relatives. 

"Power or not he's just a baby. He shouldn't be doing any of this! Just what is possessing him to think he need protect anyone like this. I'm going to spank that boy so hard he won't be able to sit for two weeks when I see him! Just what in Arda has come over him?!" (A hero complex😅)

Perhaps you could also tell him to stop invading my halls or better yet cease threathening to destroy them (Hmmm🤔, No🤣).

"Let's also add on to the fact he worried all my sons and brother to the point of near madness following his short disappearance. Then he returns with a maia?!"

What? (What?👀)

"A maia that he appears to know yet none can fathom how. I always believed Melian was the only maia left in Arda"

She's supposed to be.

"The child doesn't seem to have even given an explanation for that maia either seeing as he's mostly been sleeping all this time. Honestly, Eru have mercy on Nolo's blood pressure" said Fëanor as though he had just recently learned this. Namo finally had enough. 

"What maia are you speaking of?" said Namo with a touch of grimmness in his tone. The sudden voice making all the other elven spirits slightly flinch. 

"You do not know my Lord? Tis in Lady Vairë's latest tapestry. She just finished it today" said Argon with a bit of hesitance as a sudden foreboding took over Namo's fánar. 

"I will speak with you all later...." said Namo and was about to leave before he froze. 

"Fëanáro, I do apologize for not recognizing what was wrong with your fëa. Even more so for not being able to heal it myself. Twas never my intent for you to suffer" said Namo with an honesty he had not often shown to the eldar. Fëanor actually looked struck by the words. 

But none else would be said as Namo disappeared. His fánar reappearing on the edge of where his wife's halls met his. The path of the tapestries extending from oldest to newest. He swiftly moved towards the newest tapestry and when his gaze landed on it. He found his eyes widening. For there the latest tapestry depicted a scene Namo could have never forseen. There stitched with colors of whites, blues, and blacks was the Fortress of Barad Eithe. Where on one of the balconies, overseeing the territory, were two figures. One was dark and clearly depicted Princess Irissë's son while the other plainly stood out as it was the only unique color among the others. 

It was a maia.

A maia with red hair and one who had been missing since before the trees were lit.

It was Mairon. 

Vairë's voice suddenly connecting in Namo's mind through their marriage bond.

"Yes, my heart. We've finally found him"

It need not be said that Namo immediately contacted all his kin for an emergency meeting. Probably the 27th emergency meeting in only the last few decades. Ulmo's being the 26th and was not even a month ago. 

For all the good it did, seeing as we couldn't do a thing about Prince Lómion's actions. 

Oromë and Tulkas just scoffed it off as a child's dream.

Varda however wasn't sure and look who laughed in the end. 

All the while Manwë barely said anything and did not look happy. 

I've never seen him like that. 

The Aratar did not need to travel by foot or by steed to reach their intended destination. They simply needed to think it and they would be there as though they had walked through a mist. Twas this same means that brought Namo to the great white gates that made the entrance to the Máhanaxar or the Ring of Doom as otherwise known in other tongues. The gates opened as Namo entered with no guards to speak of as the door was enchanted to only grant entrance to the Valar, their respective chief maiar, guilty criminlas, and those they personally allowed admittance. 

Once again Namo beheld the sight of towering white walls. The spiral pillars of the circular amphitheater like room made it seem as though the chamber had no ceiling to speak of. Two levels made up their council room. One where the Valar would sit upon their thrones. Equally spaced to where all Fourteen of them could preside over the accused or speak on equal footing. Manwë's place sat South where the entrance laid while Namo's throne sat Northward. The Elder King and the Judge placed on opposite sides of one another. 

Should there be an accused they would stand before the Elder King while Namo would Judge from where the accused could not see them. Eru had graced Namo with the ability to look into a person's being and perceive them as they were. Though that really only worked to its fullest when one was deceased or were directly in his halls. His power stronger within his own domain. 

Still I could perceive Melkor was not sincere in his repentance.

However, Manwë could not be convinced and nor could my sister ever turn from her nature of granting mercy to those who ask for it.

Would that we have done better in keeping Melkor away from the eldar. 

Maybe then Fëanáro would not have been driven to harm his fëa in such a manner. 

As Namo pondered on his failures the bond he held with his kin momentarily sparked. 

I see most of them have arrived. 

And indeed they did. For the once emptied thrones now held the remaining 12 Aratar that were tasked by Eru to watch over the children they had created and to oversee the world's order when darkness encroached. 

The first Namo saw were his two siblings. 

Nienna

The Lady of Mercy & Sorrow

Irmo

The Lord of Visions, Desires, and Dreams

Estë

Irmo's wife and The Great Healer

Then his gaze landed on the others 

Oromë 

The Hunter

Nessa

The Swift and Light Footed Dancer

Tulkas

The Warrior

Aulë

The World Smith

 Yavanna

The Green Lady and Giver of Fruits

 Vána

Her Sister and the Ever-young

Ulmo

The Lord of Waters

Then finally the King and Queen of the Ainur.

Varda Elentári/ Elbereth Gilthoniel

The Queen of the Stars and the Heavens

Manwë Súlimo

The Elder King & Lord of the Winds

All sat upon their thrones and Namo silently took his.

Opposite of the Lord of Winds sat the one who had called for this meeting.

Namo

The Judge, Doomsman, and Master of the Halls of the Dead

He noticed his wife was not here but a quick message through their bond confirmed she would be there soon. 

Namo's robes were in striking contrast to Manwë's attire. Namo's robes were a deep midnight blue with dark gray embroidery. His hood was pulled back and his hair which bore the color of pitch black raven wing was left to fall. His amber eyes now looking into Manwë's deep sky blue. The robes of white and adjoining feathers almost moving with a slight breeze that none could feel. His snow white hair was left loose and the crown upon his head flared out like spreaded wings. 

None spoke until finally Manwë broke the silence. A tired sigh echoing the room.

"What has he done now?"

Had he any less grace than he normally did Namo would have rolled his eyes at that statement. His younger brother's humorous snort slipping through their sibling bond. 

'Twad seem it's just expected to be him now isn't it?' 

'Hush little brother tis not the time; though you are not completely wrong'

"This is getting ridiculous. First the Silmarills, than the Doom, next a shining deer that seems to be born of not but goodness" said Tulkas in exasperation before he was interrupted. 

"Said deer that apparently has little to no mercy for Melkor's foul ilk. Would that I could go hunting with it or that Melkor remembered what it did to his umaia. Oh what a sight that would be" said Oromë as he started stroking his beard with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 

"Hunt with brother? I always thought you hunted deer, not the other way around" said Tulkas with a quirk of his golden brow. An almost smirk playing on his face. 

"That was before I saw the playful little thing impale one umaia than trample and impale another in less than five minutes. How could I ever dream of hurting such a beautiful creature" said Oromë as though he were talking about one of his cute hunting pups.

Easy for you to say you didn't have to deal with that thing in your halls. 

Apparently Namo's sister didn't agree with him.

'Come now little brother, that deer is an absolute darling' 

'I'm sure he is, when he isn't yelling or growling at you'

'You know very well why that deer was upset'

Namo didn't reply but feelings of reluctant agreement did leak through their bond. 

"I would very much like to meet that deer. I've also not forgotten that beautiful new dance style he used for Prince Aikanáro and the Lady Andreth's wedding. Twas beautiful beyond words" said Nessa as her evergreen dress radiated a luminescent light of freedom. 

"Honestly I was almost hopeful he added something to my piece of the song again. These potatoes and rice plants he has created are truly an ingenious creation! One of my maiar accidentally ate the bananas with the skin still on. Twas quite humorous to see them figure out how to peel it off. My favor still goes to the Oregano plant though. The star shaped leafing is radiant under Teleperions flower" said Yavanna as a smile graced her golden features. He golden hair almost blooming from the memory. Irmo now speaking through their bond again.

'Never did I see her so excited than the day Atar approved their creation. Prince Lómion certainly was not idle in his attempts to make long lasting foods'

Never mind how happy Princess Anairë was when she heard her grandson had instigated their creation after they appeared in Valinor. 

"I wonder if the child will make any new flowers. I'd be most interested to see what he puts forward in that respect" said Vana with youthful excitement in her voice. Her hair blooming some daisies as she smiled. 

"Tis funny you speak of plants when he seems to find healing uses for some that even I was unaware of" said Estë as her turquoise orbs shined with self annoyance. Namo sending a mental message to his brother. 

'Is she still upset?' 

'She is not upset; just confused, and rather frustrated with herself. She wishes to speak with the child in regards to these potions he has created. I myself am not excused given this Heart of the Lion brew seems to aid in mind healing. Many of the elves that perished during the crossing of the Helcaraxë still do not seek my gardens; despite their suffering. They are angry brother and I cannot blame them. Would that the Doom had never been cast'

'You know I did not wish to cast it upon them. Especially on those that did no wrong'

'Indeed, but what could we have done when you were commanded by Manwë'

'Nothing really but still should I have counseled harder against it'

'What's done is done'

'Yes, and in doing so we have lost the children's trust'

Irmo went silent with that statement. A deep melancholy leaking through their bond for the Lord of Dreams knew his older brother's words to be true. When Prince Lómion slammed the feelings of misery from the rescued souls none blamed themselves worse than Irmo and his wife.

They had taken vows of healing and when faced with the truth they wept for several years. Their grief was so profound that it rained in Lórien for the first time since its creation. His brother even went as far as storming right into Taniquetil and getting into a screaming match with Manwë. Never before had Namo seen his brother so enraged. Namo did not think his brother was even capable of feeling such volatile emotions. It was even worse when the Valar were finally forced to face a reality they dearly wished to avoid. 

The Doom had been the final catalyst in losing all the eldar's love for them. Eru gave them the task of being the children's guides and acting as wise teachers. They were never meant to preside as lords or masters that would abstain the children's free will.

Yet when they wished to leave, the valar cursed them to know unnumbered tears and death. 

Eru forbid them from harming the children. So how could such an act not be considered a violation of that creed. Namo knew it was a big mistake, especially when elflings started coming into his halls. The sheer looks of terror on their little faces when they saw him almost tore his heart apart. Those children are still in his halls and only now have started to heal. The light from the beings seeming to have finally calmed them down enough to accept healing. 

Prince Lómion was right.

The Doom was cast in haste and I should have never left those fëa out there. 

We should have just stopped at exiling those that committed the kinslaying. 

Melkor wanted the children to distrust us and we played right into his hands. 

And played into his hands they did. For following the Ñoldor's flight. The remaning eldar did not just weep from the deaths and loss of the trees. 

Oh no. 

The eldar wept and silently feared what the Valar would do should they "overstep" again. Such words being whispered through the now barren streets and once vibrant markets of the blessed lands. After the fruit of Laurelin and flower of Telperion were cast into the sky none came looking for council from the Ainur. For over 400 solar years twas though all the life in Valinor had withered into the void. 

There were no songs.

There was no laughter. 

There were no children playing in the streets. 

None even came to Nienna's halls seeking solace for none trusted her. 

Nienna was beyond heartbroken. 

Many a time she came into my arms weeping.

She only felt better after those glowing animals jumped her. 

I almost wish Irmo had run into them.

Since the trees death; Lórien had become desolate except for the few re-embodied souls, and even then their healing was slow. The scathing and angry looks thrown at the maiar were more than disconcerting.

Yet it didn't stop there. 

The Teleri refused to give Fëanor the ships because they said doing so was going against the Valar. However, when one stopped to think about it. 

They didn't refuse because of just that. 

They refused because they were fearful of what we would do to them if they helped the Ñoldor.

That thought alone was more than painful. Such fears and reservations should have never been a factor to even consider. Yet in the end it was because Melkor killed Finwë and the Valar had not so much as apologized for such a thing occurring on their lands.

Finwë still glares and flinches whenever he sees me. 

I may not be Melkor but his survival instincts won't let him forget what killed him. 

Though at least having his grandfather and father back seems to have eased his spirit.

Tata may not be strong enough to appear with his old face yet but just his voice has done wonders for soothing Finwë and Fëanor's tempers. 

The fear of the Teleri got even worse following the Doom and as much as Namo hated to admit it. Eönwë hadn't helped the situation in the least. When the maia came to Olwë and reported what was to be the Ñoldor's fate. The blank face and stern expression the maia bore while surrounded by the blood of Olwë's kin terrified the poor elf to the point he was probably traumatized for life. It certainly wasn't good that he had to go and comment that this was the fate of those that stood against the Valar. Never mind all of Ulmo's maiar had been barred from interfering in the children's affairs following the kinslaying. The feelings of abandonment radiated like a beacon.

Eönwë may not have meant to cause fear but his ability to read the air is just abhorrent.

So to say the Teleri no longer welcomed Ulmo or his kin would be an understatement. Less than a handful of boats now ever left the harbors of Alqualonde. And even then there were no songs or laughter to be heard. None touched the water or so much as went swimming. All were fearful that their feelings of apprehension or anger would leak into the waters and thus be felt by its lord. There were even some elves that feared the swans were in fact spies sent to observe their behavior. 

I've never seen Ulmo so miserable. 

It need not be said how the remaining Ñoldor took everything. The silence of the once vibrant city of Tirion was just deafening. The melancholy and sadness leaking from the once lively city could be felt all the way from the top of Taniquetil. Many a time Varda attempted to speak with Findis or Írimë, her once dear friends, but each encounter was not but a blend of blank faced silence and obvious apprehension. Their once open minds were now slammed so tight you'd have thought there wasn't even a door to begin with. Their kin may have committed a kinslaying but those elleths didn't forget it was the Valar's once kin that killed their father. Twas also their decision for Melkor to be let out without restraint. Never mind the Valar provided no aid to speak of when they had in fact "repented" and turned back from the crossing. The ostracism and scornful hate the surviving Ñoldor endured from both the kinslaying and the Doom was so intense it was a wonder somebody didn't go mad. The spouses and children of those who left suffered from the endless questioning of what would happen to their loved ones. Regardless of whether or not they had sinned. The eldar were a race that long grieved and it need not be said that there no celebrations hence forth. So much so that all the former holidays and festivals had just been altogether scrapped. None of the Fëanturi were fool enough to believe no new elflings were being born either. The relevance of such information stemming from the old ceremony that had one of them bless the birth of an elfling a few months after they were born. Such traditions were meant to foster relations and trust between the ainur and the firstborn. But now there had not been one in near 500 solar years. 

Manwë did ask Ingwë about it once but the High King had just blankly stated he didn't know. 

Only a fool would've believed that.

Of course Manwë didn't but it's not as though the Vanyar are happy either. 

Yes, for all the favor and trust the Vanyar once held for the Valar. Their handling of Melkor and Finwë's death had inadvertently caused a thin crack to form in an otherwise flawless mirror. Said crack growing into longer reaching fractures once word spread that nearly no aid had been sent to the Teleri following the kinslaying. It did not help that Queen Indis' request for help in growing crops went unanswered when she spoke to Eönwë. 

It wasn't that it went unheard.

It was that Eönwë had turned her away and did not report the plea to his lord because the maia didn't deem it relevant. 

Manwë and Varda were furious for that and sent him to Nienna to recall his teachings in empathy. 

We had no idea how stone hearted that maia had become until it was too late. 

He may be better now and indeed seeks to repent but the damage was already done. 

Indeed for when Indis returned to her Uncle Ingwë with broken tears all the Vanyar had begun to question. 

We doomed those of their kin that had done no wrong and simply wanted to leave.

Provided no additional aid, aside from raising the new lights, following a continuous series of tragedies that would have left most mad.

Then one of our chief representatives scorned an openly pitiful Queen who otherwise lost her husband, children, and grandchildren all in one sweep. 

Tis a miracle that elleth did not fade from sheer grief. 

Of course Ingwë would be furious with what his "friend's" maiar did. 

Twas probably the blade that cut the last standing string of their faith in the Ainur. 

The fracture that shattered the whole mirror. 

A once firm belief now poisoned with doubt.

One would think Eönwë would have never done such a thing after what happened with Mairon. 

Namo was pulled from his thoughts when Ulmo finally spoke. His voice rumbling and deep. The sound matching that of the crashing tides he ruled. 

"From what I have heard and seen all he cares about is helping others. Tis almost to the point it is concerning. Cirdan was furious with that child for even thinking about participating in the battle"

You say battle; I say annihilation. 

He heard Irmo and Nienna mentally chortle. 

"For all the times he has been angry"

We could feel that all the way from here. 

Eönwë is beyond nervous.

Tis no secret Varda heard that child threaten to turn him into a mouse?

I don't even want to humor such an idea. 

"It has only ever been for the sake of others. I almost thought that little chick was going to peck that Doriath elf into oblivion had I not cooled him off"

More like doused him like a naughty hen.

Irmo's face twitched.

'Brother you're making it hard not to laugh'

"Let's also not forget he cares for the secondborn a great deal. He's never even met them and yet strives to aid in their wellbeing"

Something was off about that. 

He seems very edain himself. 

Oh yes he just makes them long lasting foods when he supposedly knows nothing of them?

l will believe that he's never met them about as much as I'll believe Melkor would dance in the streets wearing a pink dress. 

Irmo and Nienna both struggled to control their faces. 

'Sister, I envy that you have a veil'

'I wouldnt mind lending it to you if you're so desperate'

'This is Namo's fault! Now I can't get that image out of my head...pfft'

Namo minutely smirked under his hood.

"His intervention has changed Aikanáro's fate and even fostered the birth of the first peredhel. She is a miracle and a beautiful piece to the music. Why the music almost sang in jubilation when she was born. You all know not how much joy it brings me to see Princess Eärwen happy again"

Yes that portrait and letter discussing her existence finally brought some light back into the shadow that plagued her heart. 

For all the mad elfling he can be. 

He is certainly kind. 

How funny that the first peredhel should have originally come from Turukáno's line. 

Oh well.

So much for him claiming that title. 

"I am loathe that he is wary of me even though I know he has a love of the sea. Tis frustrating how my attempt to speak to him that time he was upset did not go through. Even distracted he fervently guards his mind. No matter how much I have pondered the matter neither Cirdan or myself can understand why that child thinks I dislike him. Why would I ever hate such a sweet boy?"

Twas the Queen of the stars that finally spoke. Her circlet of light and twinkling gown fluttering as the unmoving stars in the heavens. 

"Why was the child so upset my friend?" said Varda with soft confusion. The gentle bell like tone making it seem like she were a mother worried for a toddler. 

"Twad seem he did not like Thingol presuming he could order Cirdan as he pleased. Aside from caring about my friend. I have heard more than once that he holds no love for titles in the least. I believe it may very well go as far as him not acknowledging kingship or positions of authority at all. Cirdan has informed me in great depth of how that child has refused to be called a prince and seeks not but obscurity" said the Lord of Waters with a bit of hesitancy; particularly in regards to what that could mean for all of them. Varda clearly looked surprised as her starlit brows rose. Manwë even quirked a white brow. 

"He does not care for authority?" said Manwë in nervousness of where he had heard that phrase before. 

"He does not care for it when it is abused or used as a pretext to harm others. Twad seem he does not like being told to do things when they seem unreasonable or is otherwise not given a clear explanation. He lives up to his father name without question" said Ulmo as he huffed the last part. The blue scales of his body slamming against the throne. A knowing look decorating his bearded face as he gazed at his friend. 

Oh dear. 

I'm starting to think I know why he doesn't like Manwë or his paternal grandfather for that matter.

Nienna's voice came through. 

'Indeed, Olwë is already enraged at what his brother has done. I'm still surprised that stag and doe delivered messages from across the sea'

'I cannot say it is unwelcome given the sparks of hope that have finally begun to spread'

'Still would it not be wise to perhaps inform their kin from time to time on what matters are occurring in Endore?'

'Normally I would agree but I worry they will not look kindly to our coming with news of any kind'

'Things are brighter now than they've ever been since the princesses received those letters. Tis a new hope I dare not play with'

Hope that had come from none other than the herd of glowing beings that walked upon these shores for the second time. 

Though at the 20th? 

Ah yes I believe it was that meeting. Varda informed all of us she overheard the child call them patronus'

Patronus...

What an odd word. 

However, it was most concerning he ended up bedridden from doing that.

Then there was that strange stone...

"...."

"Perhaps it would be best I do not make his acquaintance then. No doubt he has heard poor of me from his maternal relatives. Seeing as he has overwritten nearly every decision I have made. Though in truth I begrudge him for none of it" said the Lord of Winds with a solemnness in his voice. The Elder kings white robes ruffling as he leaned back in his chair in what looked liked tiredness. 

The presiding Valar now looked quite concerned.

Nienna and Irmo reaching out to him through their sibling bond.

'I worry for Manwë little brother. He has seemed downcast since the Doom was lifted and Atar told him it was by their leave'

'Indeed elder brother, he got even worse when those lost souls were brought to your halls. I worry he thinks he has failed his duty to Atar. Considering it was also Atar that led Prince Lómion to the souls. It does not help that none of us are allowed to speak with the child unless he seeks us out' 

This time Namo replied to his siblings.

'Irmo I seem to recall you attempted to make contact from his dreams?'

'Yes I did. I will not defend myself for my curiosity was peaked; plus I wanted to try and learn his reasoning for all this. This child threw himself into Angband! Could you blame me? However, I certainly did not attempt it again given I was nearly mauled by a giant snake!' (Hint👀?)

Yes and what a surprise it was to learn Prince Lómion's mental defenses also involved an underground labyrinth (Chamber of Secrets😅). Said labyrinth being guarded by giant vicious serpent like monsters (Basilisk's...🫣).

Just what in Aman warranted the creation of such a thing.

I fear I will not like the answer (You won't😬)

"My heart Prince Lómion's relatives have hardly spoken of you to him. If anything his foresight seems to be the reason he knows anything of us at all. I do not think he would hate you"

He openly called us fools. 

'I believe the words he used were *blithering idiots* older brother'

'Hush you'

'Will you boys stop bickering. I'm trying to listen'

'Yes sister'

"To me it seems he sees the music in a manner we have not yet gleaned. None of us fully know of Atar's actions since leaving the Timeless Halls" said the Lady of the stars as her shining hand reached for her husband's in an attempt to comfort him. Though it seemed to do little. 

"Atar trusted me to protect the children. I believed I knew all his will and yet look what my decisions have wrought. The Eldar do not trust us. I foolishly believed Melkor could repent and he nigh nearly destroyed everything we built. I did nothing to help the secondborn when they awoke because I deemed it impossible for they were too far. Nolofinwë counseled me on the false rumors surrounding his brother yet I thought them unimportant and dismissed him. We invited the children to our lands because Atar wished it, but I have failed to understand that they are different. Now, a child of not even 100 valian years seeks to undo the mistakes that I made. A child and scion of my once student Melian. Her grandson who she knows not of. An elfling, who was already hurt, has taken on a responsibilty that nobody his age should ever bear. Yet here I sit and there is nothing I can do about it!" wailed the Lord of Winds with naught but melancholy in his voice. The air in the room turning sullen with every word he spoke. 

To be fair it's not your fault she doesn't know who he is to her. 

Eöl was most fervent about keeping his existence secret. 

However, that may in fact be a boon considering what has transpired. 

The last thing anyone needs is a civil war starting because Turgon decided to be an idiot and Eöl lost his mind from the darkness of the North encroaching upon his woods. 

It took more time to purge his mind of all that darkness than I would have cared for. 

He only stayed as sane as he did for so long because of his heritage.

Nienna finally spoke.

"Brother tis not your fault that Melkor lied. He fooled me as well. I voted for mercy as that is my purpose but at the time I too believed he could repent. Mercy and pity are not things our hearts can control as we please. Even Prince Lómion showed what mercy he could to the creation Melkor had bore" said Nienna as silver tears rolled down from her eyes. The veil concealing her ever gray hair that matched the color of her sorrow. 

All in the room went quiet when Nienna spoke of the dragon. The creature that had been made by means none would even dare to speak of. 

Melkor is truly lost forever now. 

Nothing except Atar's power could heal the damage he has done upon himself. 

"For all the mercy in the world I know not how he could show pity for such an abomination. That 'thing' was made by...." spat Oromë with naught but rage and disgust. The very idea of completing his sentence almost making him look ill. Would that the ainur were capable of feeling sick. 

"Forgive me sister but I would not have shown mercy. I would have beaten that monstrosity and shoved it right down Melkor's throat. He's  gone mad and is now sundered from the Ainur in every sense. I will forever praise that child for incinerating those mindless beasts" said Tulkas as his eyes glowed gold in conjunction with his wrath. His fist now clenching his chair in a vice grip that would have destroyed mountains. 

"He sought to burn all of Ard-Galen and beyond with his corrupted flames. That dragon would have morphed and rotted all the fruits I leave for the children. That beast would have desolated the ground of all life and left no hope of anything ever growing again. Not just in the North but beyond. I rejoice that it is destroyed" said Yavanna as angry vines now laced her arms and hair. 

"We may have lost the trees and flowers in the North but hope still remains. Besides, perhaps this elfling will surprise us yet again" said Vana as her auburn hair glistened with white flowers.

Please no. 

I do not think I can handle anymore surprises.

Now the Lord of Dreams finally spoke. 

"I believe we have all gotten off topic. Twas Namo that called us all here and I believe we have delayed long enough" said Irmo as his violet gaze shifted to his elder brother. His bright silver hair sparkling with the light of the Máhanaxar. 

"Yes Namo, forgive all the distractions. What is it you wanted to discuss brother?" said Manwë as his blue eyes gazed right into the amber orbs of his kin. Namo held no expression as his gaze slowly shifted to the Vala that had been quiet for all of the meeting. 

Namo's gaze landed on the fánar of the world smith. Aulë donned his form with a long bronze beard that was intricately braided. He wore smiths pants and his iron red eyes looked blank. He clearly wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. His focus having been thin for a long time now. 

The other Valar noticed Namo's shift and turned to look at their brother as well. Yavanna's green eyes now turning to her husband in worry. 

"My heart?" said the Green lady as she took her husband's hand in an attempt to snap him out of his stupor. It worked because he suddenly became aware of several eyes on him. 

"Pardon? My love? What is it? Why are you all looking at me?" said Aulë in true perplexity. 

Namo finally spoke. 

"Aulë.." said the Doomsman with an air of finite foreboding. 

"Mairon has been found"

For a moment no one spoke. 

The air of the counsel room was still as ice. 

Until Namo's words finally registered. 

Then it was pure chaos. 

"When?!"

"How!"

"Brother are you certain!"

"After so long?!"

Finally Aulë blew and when he did he nigh nearly lunged himself at the Doomsman in desperation. 

"Where is he Namo!?"

"Please Brother where is my son??"

Namo did not have a chance to answer when a voice as sweet as spider silk answered for him.

A voice Namo was more than familiar with seeing as the voice came from his wife and chronicler of the world's history. 

Vairë 

The Weaver

She appeared in the Máhanaxar like a vision of silver starlight. Her gown and hair were naught but glittering weaves of intricately stitched glowing details. If one looked closely the small shapes of sewing needles could be seen sticking out of her flowing sleeves. A weaver ever ready to sew what her vision showed. 

In her pale white hands was a tapestry Namo knew of, for it was her latest work. 

His wife now gliding over to Aulë with the grace of a swan. 

"Peace Aulë for I hold the answer your question"

Her voice now reached for Namo's mind through their marriage bond. 

'I see I arrived just in time to save you my heart'

'Indeed for you know I do not favor being the center of attention'

'All attention my dear?'

'Tease me not please my love'

'Very well; I suppose I shall have to be satisfied with simply rescuing the inexorable Mandos from his excitable kin won't I'

Namo only replied with a playful grumble through their bond. 

Though nothing else would be said as Vairë skillfully unrolled the tapestry so that all could see the contents. 

But when all saw what lied within....

Well....

The information was met with far less grace than one would expect from the Aratar. 

Twas honestly a blessing no one else was in the room. 

For the Valar just groaned.

All except Irmo, who started laughing like a jester. 

None else shared his enthusiam.

In fact it just got worse from there.

"Him? Again??"

"You have got to be joking"

"Why is it always him?!"

"Is it truly too late to go back to the Timeless Halls?"

"This is just getting silly"

"GETTING?!"

"Oh Dear, well this is a surprise"

"Why is he even there??"

"Now this is concerning"

"It can't be they know each other"

It just kept going.

Though in truth no one could blame them because the tapestry clearly depicted Prince Lómion sitting alongside Mairon on one of the balconies overseeing Barad Eithel. 

However, their body language was quite telling. For the manner in which they were depicted clearly showed that they were familiar with each other. Though how that was possible none could even begin to conjure a guess. 

At this point I think I'm ready to retreat into my halls for the next two millenia. 

Aulë did not speak and just stared at the tapestry with a deep longing. His red eyes started leaking what looked like molten gold colored tears. His gaze was transfixed on the tuft of red hair that clearly depicted his lost maia. The tears just kept falling into his beard the longer he looked at it. 

"My son.."

"Vairë please tell us how this has come to pass. How is it Mairon is with the child?" spoke the Lord of Winds with an air of authority that desperately sought an answer to a long held question. 

"Sadly my friend, my knowledge is limited. For all the beings of Eä it is these two I have had the hardest time fixing my sight on. I know not by what means they are able to accomplish such a thing, but it appears Mairon has chosen to stay by Prince Lómion's side. I do not know how they know each other but there is no question they share a bond akin to brothers" said Vairë with a sureness that left no room to question her statement. 

The silence that followed was deafening and everyone just looked flabbergasted. 

A maiar and an elf sharing a sibling like bond?

Such a thing was unheard of.

Twas Varda that broke the silence.

"My friend I'm afraid I cannot understand how that is possible. Prince Lómion is an elfling of not even 200 solar years. Mairon has existed since the Ainulindalë. How can they have a bond, even less so know each other, when they have never even existed together? Mairon has been missing for millenia and there is no record of them ever having crossed paths" said Varda in controlled confusion as a delicate midnight blue hand reached for her forehead. 

Though the last sentence she spoke, unveiled volumes of the mystery behind such a situation. Vairë only let out a sad sigh.

"I'm sorry my friend but I truly do not know. Would it be that I had an answer for you but the truth still remains. By all accounts these two are very much familiar with each other and behave as though they've known each other their whole lives. I've asked Prince Eöl if he's ever met Mairon but he says he has not.  Neither has his mother or any of his relatives. My delay was on account of how panicked Prince Eöl was after learning his son had somehow come in contact with one of the Ainur" said the Weaver with a controlled perplexity in her tone. Intricate facts being shown with no background to speak of. She almost sounded like she was frustrated with not being able to know the full story (She is🤭).

"This makes no sense. We could find nigh trace of him after the lamps were destroyed. Not my hunters, Aulë's dwarves, Arien, or even Manwë could find him. So how is it he has reappeared? Where has he even been?" boomed Oromë with clear frustration. His steely silver eyes gleaming in the manner of a hunter that had lost its prey.

But those questions would go unanswered as the great smith continued to stare at the tapestry. Manwë's blue orbs landing on his kin with naught but pity. 

"Aulë.." said Manwë with pity but whatever he was going to say would not be said. For Aulë finally collected himself enough to speak. The tapestry now firmly in his hands. 

"No. No, don't say what I know you will. I will not do it brother. I have finally found him after I drove him away and I won't lose him again" said the world smith with golden tears running down his face. Yavanna only gazed at her husband with sympathy; for she knew well how deep her husband's sorrow truly ran. 

"Aulë you know we can't..." 

"NO! Do you not see that this is my fault! I drove him away! I cast him out! I spoke naught but cruel words to him because for one moment I believed the wretched lies that disgusting snake had spread! My heart shattered when I realized that for even a moment I believed Melkor's foul lie about him aiding in the destruction of one of my greatest works. Twas even more shocking to hear that Curumo had actually lied to me. My Chief maiar who I trusted lied out of envy! I never even knew that he carried such feelings toward Mairon; nor that he was being isolated from his brothers because of his sudden strange behavior. I knew something had changed in him but I didn't listen when he tried to tell me it wasn't because he was falling for Melkor's evil. I let my grief at losing my work blind me to my son's pleads for help. It's my fault. It's my fault! I can't sit here when I finally know where he is. I WILL NOT! YOU OWE ME THIS BROTHER! DO NOT THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT IT WAS ALSO EÖNWË'S ACTIONS THAT SCARED HIM AWAY!" wailed the world smith with a grief and anger so intense it nigh shook the surrounding mountains. Yavanna now rising from her throne to try and calm her husband. His grief growing by the minute while all could do nothing but recall what had caused this tragedy. 

Irmo took the chance to reach his brother and sister through their bond. 

'What strange behavior does Aulë speak of brother?'

'I'm afraid I am not sure. I have only ever heard rumors. Sister do you know?'

'Only a bit, for Mairon once visited my halls in Almaren seeking advice. His behavior did indeed seem strange or rather it was different for one of the Ainur. One moment he was a visage of clear confidence and the next he was questioning everything around him. Twas as though he learned something that caused a profound change in him. He did say he was having trouble getting along with the other maiar. I believe he said something about them being too narrow but I understand not what he meant. Though I know for certain he held no loyalty or love for Melkor. Nay he once told me he was disgusted with him and didn't understand why he was allowed to walk freely. At the time I thought his words might have been a bit harsh but perhaps he sensed what Melkor was about to do'

I have a bad feeling about this.

It was Irmo that replied.

'Do you perhaps believe Melkor perceived his suspicions and sought to drive him to his side? I did hear he was very interested in Mairon for a time'

'Indeed he was, to almost frightening degrees. Mairon did tell me that Melkor had been talking to him but not by his leave. He said he didn't know how to get him away from him and that nobody was listening when he tried to tell his peers. He also called Melkor some odd word that even I know not its meaning. Though I have no doubt it wasn't a kind one. I'd honestly never seen a maiar so openly angry'

'Openly angry elder sister?'

'Yes, very angry. So much so that even his voice started garnering an odd accent. He just called Melkor all kinds of things and even started muttering words I'd never heard before. Honestly, he looked very troubled. Actually now that I think about it, I believe he once even called Melkor a psychopathic snake face that would bring naught but ruin'

That's too specific. Mairon definetly knew something (You think!🤦)

'That certainly sounds strange, but sister I don't understand what Eönwë has to do with this. And if he was so fervently against Melkor than how did he come to be called Sauron or even a traitor?'

'I believe Namo can answer that better than me. For Eönwë told you quite a bit when he came to your halls following the incident with Queen Indis'

'Sigh. Indeed he did. Though before I say anything please understand that while Eönwë means well; he does not know how to filter himself. His loyalty can at times be a crutch than a boon'

'How so?'

'When the lamps were destroyed Melkor used the maiar he had corrupted among our ranks to spread false rumors. The lies spoke of how Mairon had given the information he needed to destroy the lamps. Aulë's chief maiar, Curumo, who was apparently envious of Mairon reported the rumors to Aulë as the truth'

'Are you saying that one of our own lied to his lord?!'

'It's not as clear cut as you think. Curumo told Aulë of the rumors because he himself believed them. His envy blinded him so much he informed his lord without verifying the truth. It wasn't that Curumo willfully lied; it was that he believed an existing lie without confirming its validity' 

'.....Oh my goodness'

Yes, it was a most complex matter. 

'So as you can imagine Aulë was already in a state after the lamps were destroyed. He confronted Mairon and in a moment of grief driven haste called him by the name Melkor had lied about. He called him Sauron and banished him from his forge'

'Oh no...'

Indeed. 

Aulë never forgave himself once he learned the truth. 

His grief was deep as the depths of Utumno.

'I'm afraid it only gets worse Irmo'

'Indeed sister, for the worst came after Aulë left him. Everyone was in a panic and when Eönwë heard that Mairon had been banished he took that as an admission of guilt. So naturally as Chief of the maiar he tried to capture Mairon and bring him before Manwë to stand trial for his supposed betrayal'

'Aye Eönwë!'

'Yes twas a hasty move on his part'

'Indeed sister, and one he deeply regrets. To put it simply they got into an altercation and Mairon was somehow able to knock him out'

'A smith was able to overpower Manwë's herald??'

'Twad seem so but by what means I cannot say. Even Eönwë does not recall the specifics of what happened. He says he only remembers a bright light hitting him and then nothing' (Stupify!✨️)

'Wait bright light? You don't suppose..'

'Yes it's possible but I think we should keep the possibility to ourselves for now'

'And why is that brother?'

'Because sister I believe Atar is keeping us in the dark about this for a reason. At every turn Atar has told us not to interfere with the elfling and that he is in no way a force that would side with evil. Do recall that Atar immediately stopped Manwë from summoning the child after the Doom was broken'

'Yes and then Atar told us to help should Prince Lómion reach out to us'

'I am upset that he hasn't honestly. I understand not his aversion to us. Nor do I know how much longer I can stop Estë from very well storming Beleriand and kidnapping that child! She's more than determined to learn his healing techniques'

'You think I like it anymore than you do brother? But you see that his mind is guarded to unreasonable proportions. I am one who grants mercy so what would make him so guarded against even me. I truly fear the answer'

'Well whatever it is, it seems to warrant him attacking invaders with giant snake monsters in dark serpent based rooms! I still don't know what that savage thing was'

'I still say you shouldn't have tried entering his dreams Irmo. Atar did warn us not to so much as attempt it'

'Atar also said to keep Eönwë away from him lest his pride be damaged sister! I'm starting to think we should write down instructions on how to approach this child lest we risk getting zapped by something!'

'We're getting off track'

'Sorry brother'

'Either way, tis no coincidence that Mairon made his way to Prince Lómion. I'm starting to form a theory and one that may truly sound mad'

'Now you have me interested. Care to clue us in?'

'Later Irmo, but not now. Coming back to the story. By the time Eönwë woke Mairon was already long gone. He didn't even take anything with him. The worst part was we couldn't even begin searching for him until after the lands had been broken and sundered'

'That's not good...'

'No it wasn't. By then the trail would have gone cold but the strange thing was that not my wife, Manwë, or even Varda could find him. Twas like he manged to cloak his very existence' (Pfft👀)

'I think I'm starting to get an idea of what your theory may be, and yes it is crazy'

'See what I mean. Aulë sent several prophecies to the dwarves, scoured all the rock in his domain, and even searched Beleriand himself after we captured Melkor the first time'

'Yet still nothing'

'Yet nothing. Aulë has never been the same and neither have his halls. He still keeps Mairon's old room clean should he ever return. For the longest time we feared he had been disembodied or returned to Atar. However, now it seems we were wrong'

'But it still doesn't explain how despite all that. He never ended up siding with Melkor. The name Sauron was spread throughout the land, no doubt in an attempt to force him to Melkor's side. Yet Mairon was still nowhere to be found. I'm by no means saying he is weak but would not all that pressure push him?' 

'Indeed I've seen many a soul succumb from such pressures in my halls'

'The only thing I can reason is that whatever he sensed must have driven him away from Melkor. You said he despised Melkor sister. So whatever made him change must have reinforced his will. So much so that he was able to leave yet avoid Melkor altogether'

'Still to be alone for so long. We are not a race meant to be alone for such long periods little brother'

'No we are not but yet we will not fade from such things as the eldar do'

'I wonder if Mairon saw that as a curse or a blessing'

A most just question indeed for I fear I already know the answer. 

The conversation with his siblings was halted when Manwë looked to the smith with naught but pity and guilt. 

"I'm sorry my friend. Truly I am but we cannot cross the sea"

"So what am I supposed to do! Am I to sit here and abandon my son yet again?! I will not do it Manwë. I know you would he charging Beleriand if it were your herald. Is there really nothing I can do?!" boomed the world smith as angry gold tears fell into his dark brown beard again.  

There may be something. 

"Perhaps it is not as hopeless as we think" said Namo as all turned to the doomsman in question and hope. 

"What are you thinking brother?" said Irmo as his violet eyes twinkled as the sequins in his robes. 

"Manwë I believe it's time we reach out to Atar" spoke the doomsman with a finality he took when he cast his judgments. 

All in the room looked surprised. 

"Truly Namo? You think it has come to that" said Varda as the stars of the overcast heavens began to shine from her midnight hair.

"I believe my brother is right sister. We have more questions than answers. We know the song and yet do not. Too many notes are being switched and placed back in with different strings for us to predict which way things will turn. I do not want to see Aulë suffer anymore than all of you do" said Nienna as silver tears trickled down into her blue gown. 

"I agree with my law brother as well. This child has so many versatile talents as is. So many, that it's starting to look as though he has an affinity with all of us. Yet we know not even where his title of  'Master of Death' originated. A title that seems to grant him more authority than the Doomsman himself. As if that's not enough, now we see Mairon has appeared at the side of the very person we are forbidden to approach. I am not saying something is wrong with that child, by all that is good I would never think such a thing. However, we need a solution as this now concerns one of our own. As far as I see it's either inquire to Atar or perhaps relay a message to Prince Lómion through a third party" said Este as her white silver hair and golden ring hairpieces began to shimmer.

"Do not suggest that I ask Cirdan Estë, for doing so would not endear that child to us. Nor would I risk my friendship with Cirdan. The Teleri of our shores have only just started sailing again. Before I had not but the few in Beleriand that still harkened to my waters. Twas that child's magic that reawakened the lost feeling of joy in their hearts and I will not risk it" said Ulmo as the grey foam in his beard churned and the blue scales of his body rumbled. His body voice emitting a finality that would not be challenged. 

Truly though I cannot blame him for his weariness. 

Prince Lómion clearly did not like it when Ulmo spoke to Cirdan of his existence. 

Nor did the Teleri touch his waters until those patronus' shined a light that broke through the shroud of misery the eldar had cast upon their hearts. 

"If that is your stance my friend than we are truly left now with only one choice. I.." 

Whatever words the Lord of Winds intended to speak would not be uttered. 

For in the hearts and Ëalar of all the Valar a presence they long yearned made itself known once again. 

A presence that bore the Power of the Flame Imperishable and the maker of their very being. 

Twas Eru Ilúvatar and their presence filled the Aratar with not but warmth. 

"Hello my little ones"

"I see thou have all been busy"

While the words may have been meant in jest, the feeling behind them was naught but an affectionate teasing. 

The voice speaking into all their Ëalar from the Timeless halls brought nothing but comfort. 

"Atar, I.."

"Peace my son, for I could sense your unease all the way from here"

"Atar I failed you"

"Thou have not failed me Mânawenûz"

"Not thyself"

"Aulë or any of you"

"But I've made so many mistakes! My errors have hurt the children when you tasked us with their protection"

"Atar I drove my own son away when I should have been there for him"

"Thou both may have erred in judgment but that is part of life's journey"

"To make mistakes is inevitable but choosing to accept and learn from them is the even greater challenge"

"Know that none of you are ever capable of failing me"

"Thou may have hurt Mairon but thou also seek to reconcile despite what hardship lay in the journey before thee" 

"Hardships and confrontations are part of what can either strengthen or weaken the bonds between ones heart"

"What matters most is what ye choose to do now"

A wave of affection hit all their Ëalar. 

A feeling they knew when their Atar would comfort them before the Ainulindalë. 

A feeling akin to a parent demonstrating patience when teaching their child an important lesson. 

"Atar please, how can I make this right? How can I make amends to Mairon? Can I not reach across the sea to where I finally know he lay?"

"There will come a time for reconciliation my son but now is not that time. If thou seek him out now his heart will not harken to you. Nay, thou may push him away even further. He needs time to heal and make peace with himself my son. That is why I helped guide him to the little Istar you all have come to know"

"So it was you that guided Mairon to Prince Lómion!"

"I merely presented a path Mânawenûz. Twas Mairon's choice to follow it or not. Though it gladdens me to see he did"

"Atar please, how is it that this child knows of Mairon? How is it they know of each others existence when they have seemingly never met?" 

Twas quiet for a moment before a small inkling of laughter could be felt from their father. 

A feeling they only ever felt when their creator liked to tease them.

"Never met? Oh they most certainly have, just not in the manner ye'd expect"

"Pardon, Atar?"

"The truth will become known to you my son, but not right now. For the truth is one that is heavy for even the bearer"

"Atar has he....Has he been harmed?"

A deafening silence permeated their beings. Twas a silence they had only ever felt once from Eru. A disappointment and sadness that had only ever been known to them when Melkor damaged the song of Eä. The knowledge that Eru responded like this to their inquiry left a heavy foreboding in its wake. A foreboding that unsettled all of the 14 Aratar still ensconed in Eru's warmth. 

"..."

"That child is one that gives love and yet has not received enough from those that should have freely given it. Whether willingly or due to means beyond their control. Though regardless he cherishes every moment that has ever been given"

"No matter the hardship that came their way; he found light and love where most would have lost hope"

"Their title is not one that was willingly sought my children. Though it is one they embrace and bear nonetheless"

"Regardless of the pain that has assailed their own heart he still seeks to protect and preserve the balance"

"Nay tis difficult to get him to overcome his own fear of opening his heart and then losing the love he is given"

"Heed me my children when I tell thee that the Master of Death depises cruelty and blind malice above all else"

Namo knew he was going to regret asking this but he did nonetheless. 

However the answer he received was one that sent a wave of grief through all the Valar in the room. 

"Atar, why is his mind so guarded? Did someone?...." 

All held their breathe. 

The anticipation was near suffocating. 

Until they heard the truth. 

"Yes my son"

"And sadly, many times"

Nienna screamed.

Manwë and Varda gasped. 

Irmo and Estë wailed in grief.

Yavanna and Aulë shed tears of sorrow.

Oromë and Vana clutched their hearts in pain. 

Tulkas and Nessa nigh collapsed. 

Ulmo seethed an earth shattering rage.

Vairë clung to her screaming sister-in-law as they both shed silver tears. 

And the Lord of Mandos felt like the ground had disappeared from right underneath his feet. The mask that always hid his emotions dropped like a stone. In that hour the judge bore a look of pure horror. 

For he had just heard confirmation of an evil unlike any other. An evil that even he would have been hard-pressed to judge with anything less than the harshest of punishments; should a justifiable cause not be presented (Hear that Voldy😠). 

Someone had invaded that child's mind.

Invaded and sought to cause harm.

Or worse....control it. 

Such a thing would make anyone sick, even an Ainur.

None knew how much time passed as Eru comforted his thought children. For this was an opportunity they had rarely been given since leaving the Timeless Halls. The chance to just be their father's children and be comforted after hearing such horrible news. Even Namo did not pass off the comforting hand he felt holding his being.

By the time they had regained some of their composure many looked like they were about to tear the monster that had committed such a vile act to pieces. 

Namo had not seen his kin so angry since Melkor destroyed Almaren. The great work they had all painstakingly created for the children of Ilúvatar. A gift that would never be given and a memory of times that would never be again. 

Finally it was Tulkas that broke the silence as the arms of his throne shattered to pieces under the force of his anger. His golden hair now shining in conjecture with the rage he no doubt sought to unleash. 

"Who was it Atar?! Who dareth to commit such a heinous act! Was it Melkor!! I will!"

"Peace my strong one. Twas not Melkor that committed the deed"

Now Namo was really confused. 

"Then who?"

"The one who harmed the child has long since been punished my son. A punishment fitting of their own cruel acts. However, that is a tale that is yet to be told for now the hour has come to once again prepare for the impending crescendo"

They all stiffened at those words. 

For they knew what they meant.

The time for war had come.

"So it is to be war then Atar?" 

"Yes my son, one last time will all of thee be able to walk upon the lands across the sea"

"But thou shall start preparing now and only sail forth when the time is right"

"When the time is right?"

"Yes my star child"

"The signal will come and thou will knoweth when thou see it"

"Look to the song and follow the little Istar's actions"

"I have no doubt ye will see mine meaning"

"Atar is there truly no way we can contact Prince Lómion or Mairon?" 

"Yes, can we not at least extend a hand as we prepare? At least a small message"

Namo looked to his brother's wife Estë and Aulë with masked pity. 

They truly just wanted to try and do something. 

Though their lives are eternal, at times waiting could be naught but painful. 

Though to Namo's surprise all once again felt a wave of affection and endearing pride surge through their beings. 

For a second they could have sworn they heard Eru releasing an affectionate laugh. 

"Tis funny you speak of messages my children for I have something you all may find quite helpful"

"Namo my son, would you step forward towards the center"

Namo didn't question his father as he stepped towards the center of the Máhanaxar with arms extended skyward. 

All watched in awe and surprise when a small ray of light came from the vast skies. 

And from that light came what looked three little balls of light floating down from the open dome of the Máhanaxar.

To most they would have just looked like little stars but all the Aratar knew what they truly were. 

They were souls. 

Three little souls that were now curled up in Namo's palms like baby chicks. 

"Atar this is.."

"Indeed my son they are as you see. I believe Mairon and the little twilight will be especially happy to see them"

"Twill take some time for them to re-embody but when they do they shall act as messengers for both thou and the firstborn"

"Messengers for the children as well?"

"Yes my merciful daughter"

"This will be the first step in filling the canyon"

"Both sides must heal if there is to be a new beginning"

"Faults must be acknowledged from all parties if there is to be the best outcome for what is to come"

"But take heed"

"When they set off thou can only send one message each. Should their recipients deign to reply only then can ye continue correspondence"

"One's heart cannot be forced my children"

For a moment it felt like guilt had washed over them. 

However, that was quickly squashed by what Eru said next.

"Tis never too late my little ones"

"Thou have not failed me and thou could never fail me"

"I am proud of all of you for growing as much thou have"

"The world will always change, new lives will be born, seasons will shift, paths will be built, and things shall meet their end"

"Though can place water before a horse but tis the beings choice if it wants to drink or not"

"Thou also have free will and the capacity to change and grow"

"Remember my little ones, that no matter what I still love you all"

Namo would never speak to anyone of how over half his kin had touched tears running down their cheeks.

Namo felt a surge of warmth well up in his very being. 

He was almost struggling to hold onto the little souls still in his hand. 

He could have sworn one was cuddling his palm. 

Finally it was Irmo that asked one final question. 

"Atar"

"Yes my little dreamer"

"Prince Lómion is he...is he truly only part maia? Or is he....more?"

...

Why do I have a feeling he shouldn't have asked that?...

Namo's foresight would once again be proven true for he sensed the teasing contemplation their father was sending their way. 

"Tis a good question indeed" 

"Atar? What do you mean?"

"Misunderstand me not my son for this child is most certainly an elf and the grandchild of Nolofinwë Finwëion"

"Though twad also prove prudent to look deeper"

"For they also wield the everchanging heart of the secondborn"

"They are one who values and sees all life as it is; for their power is one that acknowledges how each moment can be a precious gift regardless of race"

"Yet they also share kinship with the ainur as a scion of thine kin"

"Now when it comes to his title"

"Death is their domain and is an existence that shall never cease. All souls can be touched by death and all living things fall under their purview"

"Their authority is one that reaches not just within the bounds of Eä but through the fabric of all creation itself"

"So as for what that little one is to all of you ...."

"Does thou truly wish to know?"

Why did that sound like it wasn't really a question?.....

I know that tone..

Oh no...(•_•)

Irmo don't! 

"Yes!"

"Very well then, once he is matured and fully brought into his power. 

"In spirit, heart, and in might Maeglin Lómion can be counted....."

"As the Fëanturi's newest sibling"

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PROCESSING

FAILED! ⚠️

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It need not be said they all broke (°ー°〃)

And as for the Doomsman......well.

......It looked something like this.

At least on the inside. 

＼（〇_ｏ）／＼（〇_ｏ）／＼（〇_ｏ）／＼（〇_ｏ）／＼（〇_ｏ）／＼（〇_ｏ）／

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Never was there a day the Aratar were more grateful none were in the room for if any were, they would have been the first to ever see the Ainur more flabbergasted than the day they were born.

They all practically screeched.

"WHAAAAAAAATTTTT?!"

"HOW??"

"Tis not that surprising Mânawenûz"

YES IT IS! 🤯

"Regardless, that is the answer to thy question"

"Make ready my children for this will not be the last we speak"

Then Eru was gone and with them.....

All of their sanity. 

(Meanwhile in Barad Eithel, the High King's Personal chambers)

"ACHOO! Ugh...what the?" said Harry/Lómion as he lay in bed. His hands going to scratch his ears that were seemingly itching.

"You alright mate?" said none other than the maia at his bedside. Said ginger that was currently lounging in an armchair while reading a book. 

"Yeah... weird. I think someone's talking about me"

"Really?" 

"....No. It's silly. Besides, who'd be talking about me?" said the topic of discussion as he fell back asleep. 

What he didn't know though was that the maia in question only gave him an incredulous look and quietly murmured. 

"Blimey, I guess some things never change"

(In the Halls of Vairë, one week after the 27th emergency meeting)

"My heart?" said Vairë as she combed her pale fingers through her husband's raven hair. The Judge actually taking to resting on his wife's lap given his halls were anything BUT quiet at the moment. The Ainur may not need true sleep as the elves or men, but that didn't mean they couldn't succumb to extreme stress.

"Hmmm yes?" he said as one of his amber eyes opened to gaze into his wife's pure silver. 

"You know you cannot avoid them forever" said Vairë as a knowing smile graced her face. Her hands now working to weave intricate braids into her husband's hair.

No, but I can at least get some semblance of quiet.

Just why did Míriel Therindë have to overhear the maiar talking about the latest news. 

Never mind she went and told her former husband and son.

"I am not avoiding anyone. I simply do not wish to speak to someone who is literally on fire" said Namo as he recalled the memory of a flaming ner demanding answers regarding a certain rumor. Said ner being followed behind by two elves he wanted to deal with even less. 

His wife just released a small chuckle as her head turned to a handwoven basket that lay next to the coach they were sitting on. The Weaver and the Doomsman taking to resting in their personal quarters. 

"They're quite sweet. You know you'll need Manwë's help in raising them" said the Weaver as her silver gaze still analyzed the three little fëa that lay in the basket she made. She had even taken to wrapping them in one of her handwoven silk blankets. 

"I have no doubt he will have no qualms about aiding me. This is more his realm of expertise. He already seems quite taken with one of them. Though I am most curious as to where these little souls came from" he said as he closed his eyes again to see if his foresight could provide any answers. 

"Tis a curious thing indeed, but I'm afraid we will have little time to ponder" said Vairë with a tinge of seriousness as she continued to braid Namo's hair. Though both their thoughts would be halted when they heard a familiar noise coming from Namo's halls.

A noise that made Namo all but sigh in exasperation. 

"JUST WHAT DO THOSE AINUR WANT WITH MY GRANDSON!"

"HE'S NOT YOURS YOU MAD ELF! STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!"

"MAD ELF?! THAT'S THE POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK!" 

"WILL YOU BOTH ACT YOUR AGES! OR SO HELP ME I WILL KNOCK YOU BOTH OUT!"

"FËANÁRO I FORBID YOU FROM CATCHING FIRE AGAIN!"

"See this is why I was called the sensible one"

"SHUT UP!"

Aye Eru.

Is it truly too late to go back to the Timeless Halls?

Sadly it would be for the madness had only just begun.