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Eonwë opened his eyes and immediately knew everything had changed. One second he was being torn to pieces by Hríve, a maia he had come to think he would never see again, and now he was back in a complete Taniquetil, with the same perfect climate of ever in Aman, not the winter threatening to overtake the whole world as that she-monster manhandled the Valar, including her own sworn brother and bloody Morgoth, like they were harmless kitties. Or worse, her personal punching bags. He meant… he knew she could hold her own against Tulkas or Melkor, but he had no idea that she could beat the entirety of the Power of the World within an inch of their lives. It should have been a clue to him about him not being able to defeat her, but he still tried to save his master… he ended up being kicked through what seemed like a breach between world by her and suddenly being thrown here.
“Just when I am?” he asked himself as he wondered as he walked around. He had been thrown back exactly to this moment… he doubted Hríve would be nice enough to give him a warning, but he had hoped that Eru, as her direct superior, would be… who was he kidding, it would be just his style to drop him somewhere with no warning and tell him to just…
“Oh, there you are, Eonwë!!” Pallando run towards him followed by his friend Alatar. They both seemed interested in whatever he had been doing before he awakened. “We heard that you had been sent to bring the visitors from the other side of the Sea here!! Tell me, were they interesting? Did they really carry a Silmaril to gift to the Valar?”
“A Silmaril?” he asked, trying to remember when he had done something like escorting visitors from the other side of the Sea with one of those dammed things… wait, don´t tell him…
“Yes, that girl from Melyanna´s bloodline and her husband… think he was of the line of Finwë, but with that blond hair… hey, where are you going?!!”
The herald of Manwë couldn´t have flown faster. He was going to need every second if he was to stop one of most stupid mistakes done by the Valar because they didn´t have all the information. Besides, he knew what that thing was. The Star of the North and the circlet it was set in was one of the most powerful items, bestowed by Eru to his personal chief maia in person. It must be wielded by no one else but her and her descendants. The consequences of going against that could be dire, even to those favored by the Valar… he also knew what that thing could do, both in the right and the wrong hands. After all, Hríve had retrieved all three of the Silmarils and the Star itself when she crossed the door. They… flew back to her and become a crown again… and she was unstoppable… not that she wasn´t before, but he had the feeling that she might have been a little less willing to torture the Valar before finally offing them if they hadn´t handed over her things to a descendant of an elf who arrogantly insulted her (curse you, Imin!!) and condemned her boys…
He arrived to the Ring of Doom, but when he entered, he realized that he didn´t know how to word this so they could realize how much of a mistake this was. The Silmaril was already set in a circlet for Eärendil to wear, about to be handed over to the peredhel in question. Elwing was looking triumphant and proud… hell, even Idril and Tuor were there… what could he say that wouldn´t cause the mother of all commotions…
“My… My Lords and Ladies, I need to talk to…”
“Surely this could wait, herald, we are about to witness the birth of a new star…”
“But I need to…”
“Later, Eon…”
“Then it was true” Eonwë froze when he heard that voice. This… it wasn´t supposed to happen, but Varilëedur was there. He was injured and looked dishelmed, but he was there. This hadn´t happened the first time, which led to the maia to have the horrifying conclusion that Hríve was messing with reality too. “You are handing the Silmaril over, condemning them to the Void.”
“And who is this person?” Idril asked, not happy with whoever had interrupted her son´s special day or talked as if handing the Silmaril over was a crime.
“Lady Idril, please, it´s… something hard to understand for him” Eonwë tried to stop her before she could upset the ice maia in the room. He had lots of bad experiences in such cases… and he wasn´t sure he could stop Varilëedur if he wasn´t so injured. “This is Lord Varilëedur Telenmacil of Egla, birth father of the Queen Míriel Therindë.”
“Wha…” it was obvious that she had never intend to hurt anyone. And being suddenly remembered that there would be people like Nerdanel, like Mahtan, like that elf in front of her, that might get hurt because of the honor that was being bestowed on her son… “I… I am really sorry for what this means for you. Truly, I am. And I feel for your pain. But surely you understand that your descendants…”
“I don´t care!! Don´t care if they shed elvish blood, so have I!!” he screamed. “I care about them!! You have already ripped my only daughter from me, why ripping also all I have?! My only grandson, my great grandsons… give them back.”
Was Eonwë the only one feeling it, or the temperature was dropping in the room? He… he wasn´t entirely sure it was Varilëedur´s fault. But if it was someone else… he felt a shiver run down his spine just at the thought…
“My Lord, perhaps we should…” he tried to make Manwë see reason before he caused yet another curse to descend upon them.
“Why should the esteemed Lord Manwë care for the fate of those wretches?” Elwing suddenly opened her mouth, sending a look of utter disgust to the Silver Sword. “The likes of them… of him, that are putrid since birth… they don´t deserve anything but to be eradicated from this world” everyone was giving the princess a strange look. “You should throw him to the same Void as his descendants too. There is, after all, little difference between them and him.”
“My Lord…”
“Enough, all of you” Manwë said, clearly not wanting to listen to anyone. “We have already came to a decision, it´s time to execute it. Eärendil, please, if you mind…”
“My Lord…”
“I said enough, Herald!!”
“You have done it now, eagle boy”
Wait, Eagle boy? The only person he had heard calling Manwë that way was… Before he could say, or think about anything else, Eonwë and everyone in the room was hit by such a powerful cold wind that it threw them against a wall. The Herald raised his eyes only to see the case the Valar had put the Silmaril pulverized on the ground and a figure that seemed to be entirely made of Tree Light of… of… Oh, Eru, they have woken the she-monster!! And now she had Elwing on a chokehold and probably was already deciding if the next one should be Manwë or her brother Tulkas for leaving her babies unattended.
“Stop… STOP, HRÍVE!!!” he yelled, trying to stop her. No matter, apparently, she was much stronger than he or any other Ainur. A few Ages of rest had done her tons of good. “I´M SORRY FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR GRANDSON!! AND I´M SURE THAT TULKAS IS ALSO SORRY FOR NOT TAKING CARE OF VARILËEDUR AS HE SAID HE WOULD DO!! OR THE OTHERS!!” there was surprise in all the eyes of the room. “You are sorry, no, my Lord?”
“Of course!! If I had known, I would have never allowed Fëanáro or his sons to do something as dangerous as to cross the Sea after Melkor on their own!!”
“See, it was all just a misunderstanding” Hríve doesn´t seem to take the bait. “And I´m going to bring them back, alright!! I´m going to bring those that remained on the other side back!!!”
“You? Who couldn´t even stop Eagle boy here from handing over one of jewels born from my circlet, the one ERU gifted to ME AND MY LINE ONLY, to a smelly little descendant of that elf that dared to insult me?!!”
“IMIN insulted my sister?!!” oh, right, that was a mess he should be addressed later.
“Of course!! And I can… I WILL GET THEM BACK!! I SWORE IT!! ME, EONWË, HERALD AND CHIEF MAIA OF MANWË SULIMO, SWORE TO HRÍVE FESHEHEARE, CHIEF MAIA OF ERU ILLÚVATAR, THAT I WILL BRING YOUR DESCENDANTS BACK TO AMAN FOR HEALING AND RECOVER!!”
That seemed to be enough for the she-monster to calm down… or perhaps whatever was happened ended, because her form disappeared and Elwing was dropped to the ground. She coughed and tried to get up, but was stopped by a look from the herald. He was absolutely done with her and the rest of the bigots, beginning with her family and he was going to show it soon. But first things first.
“Hey you” he looked at Eärendil, who took an instinctive step back when he did. “You didn´t… touch that with your bare hands, no?”
It took like an hour to explain them how good with curses Hríve was and how one of her spells could affect people. After that, Elwing and Eärendil were marched to the Gardens of Estë to determinate exactly how much damage the curse that was surely on the Silmarils had affected them. Lord Námo took a leave too to evaluate the same in Thingol and Díor. And the others. Estë brought back the news that Eärendil was mostly alright, that after a few years of treatment in her Gardens he should be fit to serve as a Star. Elwing, unfortunately, was an entirely different case. She had been twisted so much and from such a young age that it was probably going to take Ages for her to cure her from it, if it can be at all. And Námo brought the same news about Thingol and Díor. That and that they could be highly dangerous in that state. It seemed that they needed to remain locked up from now on. But, again, that was not the biggest problem in his big, BIG basket of problems…
“Lord Eönwë?” one of his subordinates called. “Lord Manwë called for you. He said it was an emergency.”
He repressed a groan. Just when he got a moment to settle down and hyperventilate about… well, everything. Hríve appearing after so many years among the Valar and putting the fear or… was it herself or her master? Forget that, he didn´t want to know... trying to make Manwë see reason and act like a person with sense and not someone that hated that woman as much as he feared her even if he did, Námo categorically refusing to take a look on the Feanorians he had in his custody because he still was (and Eönwë doubted that he would ever stop being) deathly afraid of Hríve, along with a lot of other things… he had gone the entire day from emergency to emergency and he was really tired despite being Ainur. He wanted to lay down on bed and sleep, something that never happened to him ever before, and forget everything that happened with that madwoman and her evil spawn until the next day. Or until he had to go and pick Maedhros and Maglor up and drop them at Estë´s. All of them.
Anyway, he shouldn´t make the Powers of the World wait. He hurried back to the Ring of Doom, where their thrones were… and he immediately regretted coming. Tulkas was looking sour and angry, perhaps about more than the small issue about Imin and Hríve having an encounter… he just pleaded that his ire didn´t fall on the vanyar or on the stupid elf´s descendants among them. Ingwë and his family members were not bad, they didn´t deserve to pay the price for their ancestor´s stupidity. Manwë was pouting like a child, probably already thinking about something… something stupid that would put them on the permanent section of Hríve´s black book and hasten the end of the world.
“What happened?” he asked, already dreading the answer. He wondered not for the first time how his master could be called wise when he made such idiotic decisions… perhaps that was why Eru appointed someone else to clean up after his viceregent after he realized they were going to need that.
“Manwë wants to immediately throw Hríve´s children into the Void” Tulkas said immediately, clearly against that. “All of them”
“They are too dangerous…”
“Some of them are innocent”
“For now!! Or don´t you remember how that she-monster and her spawn were? The hits, the irreverence, the fucking kinslayings those with barely milk teeth did…”
“Exactly how many do you have inside the Halls?”
“Well, there are Hríve come again, the five of his puppies that died, then the puppies of the fourth pup, some of them that aren´t old enough to do something but they will one day… and also the ones that are outside, which I will have to order here” Manwë agreed, but he seemed adamant. “That doesn´t matter, because to the Void they go as soon as…”
“Are you insane?!”
All the eyes landed with surprise on Eönwë. The Herald couldn´t believe he had actually spoken like that to his master, as he had always tried to be calm and collected and utterly respectful when speaking to his superiors, because they were the chosen ones by Eru govern this world and they deserved respect… but that was just plain idiocy!! How could MANWË between all people believe that the She-Monster, who was a very protective mama towards her equally terrible children, let´s not talk about those that were gentler than that, would stay put when something like that happened? Or did he actively wanted them to end up Hríve´s punching bags and the world a frozen, barren rock in the middle of nowhere after they endured her wrath? He felt like screaming at Manwë… and the only reason he didn´t was that someone was already doing that. And, most surprisingly, it wasn´t Varda or Tulkas or Aulë or even Oromë, but ESTË and NIENNA. Talking about women that can be utterly scary. Not as much as Hríve, though…
“Now, here is what we all are going to do” Estë started, taking control of the room as Manwë gave her a scared look. Why hadn´t Eru left the world in Estë´s hands instead of Manwë? She seemed like a level headed woman, even if her focus was the healing practices more than governing… and perhaps that was why she was not High Queen now. “Námo is going to send someone that ISN´T afraid of Hríve and start taking care of Fëanor and his sons. And I don´t care exactly how much scared you are of her, you are going to DO IT.”
“Al… alright…” the Doomsman said after looking at her with fear. “But… I don´t know how successful I will be, they might not trust their jailor…”
“Perhaps, but if you can heal them even a bit while they serve some sort of sentence for their crimes, I can finish the work myself once they are out” she crossed her arms. Apparently, she was tired of incompetence among her brethren, as much as him. “As for the ones that are innocent of any guilt, you are going to contact Nerdanel this very day and inform her that they are going to get out of Mandos soon. I will make the further arrangements.”
“Estë…”
“Do it that way or I am going to throw you to the Void, or worse if I can, directly hand you over to Hríve so she can deal with you herself” the Grey Lady said with a dangerous glint in her eyes. “And believe me I can do that.”
“Ehhh… fine, but don´t blame if something else happens” Manwë sighed. “Another thing we have to talk about is the Silmaril and what we are going to do with it now that we know about the curse. Aulë, do you think you can create a case for it so…”
“My son WON´T be touching that thing if I can help it. And believe me, I CAN and WILL emulate those obnoxious relatives of mine if I need to, to make that happen” Idril said as she entered the room, Tuor behind her and, surprisingly, Melian too. Or perhaps not so surprisingly, as she was probably just informed that her whole family was not going to get out of Mandos or the Gardens any time soon thanks to their possession of the Silmaril and it´s link to Hríve. “I won´t allow it. Don´t you see what they did to Elwing and her family?”
“And I think it would be a bad idea” Estë said, crossing her arms. “We all have to admit that Hríve was even better than Melkor when it came to curses and we all know what HIS curses could do” Tuor shivered, probably remembering his own cousins and their tragic history. “Besides, this is not a normal curse, even by her standards.”
“What do you mean?”
“Perhaps we should hear it from the expert” the Grey Lady pointed at Aulë. “Brother, please…”
“When we received that surprise visit from the Lady Winter herself and some… awkward things were revealed by Manwë´s esteemed herald, I took another look at the Silmaril.” His eyes landed on the jewel on the center of the room. “It turns out that Eonwë´s warnings were true. The Silmaril bear a curse made by Hríve, but the base is the word of Eru himself. The word that only Hríve and her descendants are able to have them in their possession or…” he sighed. “It´s too dangerous, Manwë, we should give Eärendil something else to bear as light for his star.”
“Of course you should!!” Idril yelled. “My son isn´t touching that thing EVER again.”
“And my children?” Melian asked, with some hope in her voice. There was an uncomfortable silence from both the Doomsman and the Healer. “Please, there must be something that could be done for them. The curse didn´t affect my daughter, I´m sure of that, and if my Luthien was spared, then…”
“It´s… something complicated, so I am going to try and explain it” Aulë said, extending a hand towards the stone. “I… examined the Silmaril more closely and found this, along with much more. Tell me, Eonwë, when Eru named Hríve his personal maia, did he do something else? Perhaps give her a name?”
“Fesheheare” he answered truthfully. “The Jailor”
“The Jailor… but we all know that Valarin names are never that simple. In fact, our own names have some… hidden meanings” the Smith continued. “So, with that in mind, I examined the stone and found a connection with the other parts of the circlet that are still out there, in possession of Melkor.”
“Aulë, stop with that and already tell us what did you find” Manwë said.
“This”
The Silmaril started to shine even more as the Maker sang softly to it. Suddenly, what seemed like two lights showed up like ghosts, perhaps the ones that were still in Angband with Manwë´s brother. Then what seemed like a red star, a red eight-pointed star, shone between them, and silverly threads joining the four parts in what seemed like a crown. The crown of the Ice Queen, the Chief Maia of Eru Illúvatar, appeared in front of them. Then the silverly threads started to shift, to form before them the name that was given to Hríve by her master when he accepted her loyalty. It shifted again, forming…
I am the punishment of Eru. If you had not committed great sins, Eru would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.
The Silmaril stopped shining like that after it appeared. Eonwë bit his lips as everyone took in what had happened here. Eru Illúvatar´s Jailor… Eru Illúvatar´s punishment… and the one that will bring said punishment at the end of times, Lady Hríve…
“Well, we can say she was fit for her roll” Manwë said. “And that she and her children made a good job at making punishments out of themselves.”
“But that doesn´t mean that they could do everything they did” Melian continued. “Or going to help us recover the twins from them” she looked at Idril. “Don´t you agree, my lady?”
“Yes” the elf crossed her arms. “We already know that the Silmaril belonged to that… Maia Lady and that the House of Thingol shouldn´t have kept it from the Sons of Fëanor… but they didn´t know. And being the slighted part in that case that doesn´t mean that Maedhros and Maglor could take my grandchildren!!” Aulë looked at her in pity. And Idril quickly caught that. “What aren´t you telling us?”
“It´s… I´m going to be blunt, they didn´t kidnap your children, merely took something that was already theirs.”
“What?!”
“It´s… something complicated. Are you familiar with the terms of deals between Ainur? Or how they worked?” Aulë asked, then looked at Melian who seemed to understand. “They are agreements between Ainur blooded being that can´t be broken easily. And detailed what one is going to gain and renounce to when making a negotiation for both to achieve something they want. The consequences of breaking one… they would be terrible, even for a Vala.”
“I understand that they are special deals, but what do they have to do with the issue at hand?” the golden-haired elf lady.
“There is no other way to say it, so I´m going to be blunt” Aulë said. “After some investigation in the Library of Taniquetil´s restricted section, where all the details of the deals between Ainur are kept, independent of the signatories, I found this” he provided what seemed like a paper made of silver or silk. “It´s the detail of the deal Luthien made with Hríve.”
“Luthien purchased a Silmaril?” Itarillë asked, not believing it.
“She was lent a Silmaril” the Smith signed. “The deal was quite simple. Hríve accepted to lend Luthien a Silmaril so she achieved what she wanted, to have a love history unlike any other with Beren, with the condition that she returned the stone to Hríve´s heirs once everything was set.”
“So… Thingol and his heirs went insane because Luthien didn´t return the Silmaril?” she asked. “Isn´t there a way to break it? I mean… it´s not like we are not returning it, because for everyone´s safety it should be with them, but Elwing didn´t deserve this just because her grandmother forgot how deals with Ainur worked. Also, what does this have with the issue at hand? The twins…”
“There were more details in the contract” the Smith continued. “One that is quite unbreakable, because Eru himself brokered it” there was a murmur around. Eonwë also was surprised. Eru had been silent for a long time… and suddenly he broke his silence because of a half-maia girl´s love woes? No, there was something more going around. “According to the contact, Hríve would lend the Silmaril and Eru also promised to give Luthien the perfect life with her love, one that not even death could tear apart… with the condition that she returned the Silmaril, as I said, or those she loved that weren´t herself or Beren would pay for it.”
“Which they did” Idril muttered. “That didn´t mean…”
“Luthien loved our people too” Melian said. “Loved Doriath”
“Alright, I get it” the Princess of Gondolin said. “Return the Silmaril or all the people she loved would be exterminated, collateral damage too. But the twins…”
“Like I said, there were more conditions in the contract than those” Aulë continued. “In exchange for the Silmaril and her perfect life, Luthien promised that her granddaughter´s first pregnancy would yield children for the House of Fëanor. A contract of surrogacy, of some sorts.”
“What?”
“The contract is very specific in it´s clauses. Luthien gained happiness, love and descendance from the deal, then she would have to pay in the same species. Her first great grandchildren, twins, would be of the sons of Fëanor. Perhaps not biologically, but they would be the true parents of the children and, no matter what happened, they would end up with them.”
“What…”
“Of course, that wouldn´t happen so easily. Eru also specified the use of a vehicle related to the House of Fëanor, no matter that it was distant, to create the children, as he wouldn´t force two of his Children to lay together if there was no love” Idril glared at the Vala “Frankly speaking, I don´t know how we didn´t notice something amiss there. It would have been the only way for a descendant of Melian to birth Ice Maiar…”
“But… my grandchildren…” rage started to show in Idril´s face. “Maedhros AND Maglor were married néri!! They could have had their own children!!”
“Technically, Maglor´s marriage was already over by the time this deal was done.”
“But Maedhros was not!! And my uncle AND the Noldor needed an heir!!” she screamed. “If she wanted more descendants, then she could have told HIM!! And he could have spent less time battling in Himring and more in Barad Eithiel actually doing his duty!! It shouldn´t have been so hard… aunt Nerdanel had seven children, surely her son could have had as many… or more!!”
“Actually, Maedhros DID give an heir to the Noldor” Eonwë offered. “And I thought you knew that. Didn´t you meet Gil Galad?”
“I did, but… I doubted he was actually my uncle´s son… but he is a proof that he could have HIS OWN CHILDREN IF HE PUT HIMSELF TO IT!! AND IF HE NEEDED SOMEONE TO WATCH HIMRING, THEN HE COULD GIVE ONE OF HIS BROTHERS THE RESPONSIBILITY!! NAMELY MAGLOR!!”
“Well, Hríve didn´t seem to think the same, and I think it was her opinion that was asked here” the Princess still seethed. “Anyway, we should focus on the future here, as there is nothing we can do about it.” Aulë sighed. “We should start preparations for the war to come… preparations that are going to take years...”
Idril seemed between exploding and asking herself why she hadn´t taken the change at any visit to Barad Eithiel from Vinyamar to lock his uncle and Maedhros in a room so they could create a child together… or ten. Certainly that would have been possible…
“Wait, what is going to happen to Thingol and his ilk now that you know there is something wrong with them?” Tuor talked for the first time as Melian cried in desperation, probably having already lost hope. “And my son´s wife?”
Was Eonwë mad or there was a bit of distaste on the edain´s voice?
“We definitely can´t set them free like they are” Námo said, crossing his arms. “Their mindsets are twisted in more than one way, a way I´m not sure I can heal. They could cause irreparable damage to our lands and more than one death. As for Lady Elwing, I doubt Lady Estë is going to release her any time soon either. No, Estë?”
“That girl is twisted inside, I don´t know what to do about it”
“So they are going to stay locked up for a long time?” there was a collective nod from the Valar. Suddenly there a change of expression in Tuor´s face. To satisfaction. “Oh, thank Eru. Justice actually exists!!!”
“What?” Melian asked.
“Tuor?” Idril was surprised by him.
“I was raised by a Northern sinda, fuck Thingol was like a Mantra of theirs” Tuor confessed. “I was consternated when I was told that Eärendil managed to get me related to the King of Bastards... you don´t know how hard that bastard made it for Ada and his people… but I was willing to endure him and his family gracefully for everyone´s sake… but I am so, SO glad someone finally punished them… I have to tell this to everyone if I could find them, they are surely going to be so happy…”
Eonwë certainly didn´t expect that, much less from Tuor. But, frankly speaking, he knew that Fëanáro was far from the only person that was angry at the rampant bigotry in Aman or Doriath. And that there were many reasons to hate Thingol and everyone that thought like him. He only didn´t knew that they were so close to the sinda king. Then again, Tuor always seemed to be hiding his true feelings regarding what was happening or his political family… something he knew children of those oppressed by bigotry tended to do when they were hiding their true heritage for their own sake. Also, he wasn´t a heavy drinker but was always drinking when in the presence of said family. Perhaps that was the reason. He also wondered what else they could have missed. Surely this wasn´t the only thing, no?
-In the Gardens of Estë-
Varilëedur opened his eyes, feeling a headache worse than any before. It was not the first time he passed out due to blood loss, but… oh, Náro was going to kill him now, no? What was he thinking, dragging himself to Taniquetil with barely healed wounds, reopening his injuries after the last attack on his city, and demanding something from the Valar. And why did he even believed they would hear him? They had never done it once before, not even when so many lived depended on that, nor when he was right…
“Hey, hey, calm down, don´t get up like that and undo all my hard work” a female voice said as she pushed him down again on the… mattress? Where was he now? For some reason, it felt familiar. “You are in the Gardens of Estë, by the way. You fainted in the Ring of Doom right before your grandmother lost control of her temper.”
“I… I remember fainting, but… I guess I understand that, as I rode to confront the Valar practically fresh out of a battle where I was injured by arrows…”
“Tsk, what happens with you ice maiar and doing idiotic things when you lose control of your tempers? Or dangerous” the female continued. “Listen, don´t put too much hope on your maia inheritance. You are only half, more endurable than a normal elf, but you can still die. And this body will give up on you if you continue this way.” She turned to the bedside table. “Anyway, I´m Olnienë and you are in the Gardens of…”
“I don´t understand” he finally said after trying to give some sense to what she had just said. “Half-Maia? Wasn´t that Luthien? And… grandmother? I don´t remember ever meeting my father or any member of his family and my mother…”
“Was the maia Loss, daughter of Hríve the Lady Winter… who just threatened the Máhanaxar and Elwing of the House of Thingol… who landed herself somewhere in the Gardens too after it was revealed that she had been affected by a curse from your grandmother. You see, she was quite famous for them.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
Frankly, Varilëedur should have expected something like that. His mother was… a strange woman. She taught him to fight since he was little and her injuries… the ones he saw would have killed anyone long before… she also seemed weirdly connected to the snowing in his natal village. It was as if it snowed when she was happy… and perhaps it did. Her name meant snow, after all, so she was probably the maia of snow. He was also strangely connected to winter and snow, so much that his territory was the only place in Aman where winter touched the Blessed Realm. She also seemed to hold more knowledge than he believed, but she never passed it to him. Maybe there was a reason, but… all the clues were there, so he didn´t know how he hadn´t realized it before.
“Anyway, you should probably rest” Olnienë said as she arranged the covers around him. “I have already informed your husband that you are here and you will be back when you are better.”
“He is going to kill me for this”
“I doubt it. And if he does, I´m sure Námo isn´t going to let you stay in his Halls for long” she smirked. “You see, he has always been deathly afraid of your grandmother.”
“That didn´t safe my grandson or his children.”
“I´m sure that your haruni´s outburst has just turned their stays in Mandos for the better, if not outright gotten them out” she snickered a bit. “I´m glad, and not only for you. The other one certainly is going to be happy.”
“Who…”
“Hey, Olnienë!!” the door was kicked open. A young male stood there, dressed in the grey robes that the long-term patients of the Gardens wore, his black hair up in a single ponytail by a thin braid. Varilëedur was surprised to recognize his own eyes on him. “I heard that the little miss bird landed herself in here. Tell me where, so I can finish my business with her.”
“Seriously, what´s with you ice maiar and crazy stuff? People already call you mad, you don´t need to give them the reason” she sighed. “May I introduce you to each other. Varilëedur Telenmacil, Avranc of the Houses of Haleth and Fëanor. Avranc, this one is your great great… he is Morifinwë Carnistir´s, Caranthir´s great grandfather.”
“Oh” the boy seemed to calm down a bit… or at least felt enough curiosity to approach and sit down besides him. “What happened to you?”
“Arrows first, then I dragged myself to go yell at the Valar for trying to hand the Silmaril over to Eärendil as if they weren´t condemning my grandson and great grandsons for that”
“Cool” Avranc smiled.
“And you?”
“I tried to make justice with my own hand for the murder of my people by Díor Elúchil… so I tried to open his damn daughter´s throat.”
“Good child”