Chapter Eleven—

"Sleep now, beloved. I—we will allow no harm to come to you while you rest."

Navaerdae knew he was telling the honest truth; he heard the raw, almost painful sincerity in Namo's voice. So he did.

-switch-

"Is it green?" Namo asked, feeling just a bit perplexed. He was in one of the many Undying gardens, sitting in a lotus position with little Navaerdae snuggled in his lap. The tiny Ainur tilted his head back to look up at him, amethyst eyes glittering in amusement. He shook his head.

The Judge of the Dead sighed a little, leaning back against the tall birch trees—'Dae was in love with them. Or at least, he was biased toward them; they were his favorite kind of tree, right now.

"Is it big, or little, then?" He decided, glancing down at his new baby brother.

"Mmm... Not small." Navaerdae explained. Then, the child smiled—and, by the stars, he could swear it was more of a smirk.

Namo almost pinched the bridge of his nose, this was getting him nowhere. 'Dae hadn't said the thing he was looking for was big, either. Just 'not small'.

I Spy had never been so hard—at least, it hadn't when he'd played it with Tulkas... So many ages ago! Maybe he just remembered it being easy? It had certainly never seemed this difficult.

He slid down the trunk of the birch into a more horizontal position and closed his eyes. Navaerdae made a discontent sound as the elfling fell forward onto his stomach, but the Vala only settled a hand on his inky black locks.

"Namo..." 'Dae whined, turning around to sit on his chest. The tiny child reached forward to tug on his hood. "Play?"

"Not right now," the Doomsman whispered, lifting an arm up to cover his eyes. One of his assistants had just sent him a case and he was mentally going over it, judging the soul involved.

"Why?"

"I-I'm working...!" Man, this guy was a complete jerk when he was alive. Bribery, fraud, framing his own uncle...

"Namo working?" 'Dae crawl forward and lay down across Namo's chest, snuggling his little chin gently between his older brother's collar bones. "What Namo work?"

The man paused, peeking out from under his arm as the elfling tried to lift it with a tiny hand and peer up at his face. "...I judge souls, remember? Well, I'm judging one now."

"Navaerdae help?"

"... No." Namo refused, frowning softly. "It is... not a very enjoyable job, 'Dae."

The tiny child blinked. "No' fun?"

"No, not fun." Namo sighed and sent the man's soul back to his assistant with a final verdict, and then wrapped his arms around the child on his torso.

"Namo not like job?" Navaerdae snuggled into the hold, reaching a tiny palm out to touch his big brother's own hand.

The older Vala blinked down at him, cat-like eyes as gold as the barley fields under a molten sunset. "Well... not particularly. I'd love to have a more relaxing job; like Lorien's, or Vana's—but even she has duties. Sometimes..." He sighed, tucking Navaerdae's head underneath his chin. "Sometimes I wish I could delegate more, but I don't want to put too much work on my assistants and employee spirits." He glanced down at 'Dae's hands, which were playing with his gloved fingers.

"... A vacation would be nice, though."

A grin came unbidden to the elfling's lips, and he twisted around to look up at his brother. "Namo come with 'Dae to Opposite?"

Namo slowly sat up, looking down with wide eyes. "I-I don't think I could do that, 'Dae. My duties are so many, and I'm always so busy... I don't know anyone who could take over for me while I'd be gone."

Navaerdae blinked up at him, uncomprehending. "Lori' can do." The child said, simply.

Namo paused. "...Lorien?"

The elfling nodded. "Namo say Lori's easier job, so Lori' do Namo's job too?"

"Ah... I really don't think he'd agree to that." Namo sunk lower toward the ground, and Navaerdae clung to his tunic. "No one really envies my duties, 'Dae, it is sometimes... quite trying."

The elfling sat up and crossed his little arms. "So Lori do it and Namo come to Opposite with 'Dae!"

Namo frowned. "I don't want to force my job onto my brother, Navaerdae. That wouldn't be nice; he already has work to do, and my job is rather taxing... It also requires much more dedication than I think Lorien can give." He finished almost sheepishly, resisting the urge to look around and see if his twin was listening in.

Of course he wasn't; he was perusing the dreams of the elves at this time of day—when it was night or evening in Arda, it was morning or afternoon in the lands of the Undying.

Navaerdae pouted, rolling off of him and snuggled into the crook of his arm, nestling into the sweet-grass below them. "Mm. Ask Ada?"

"Perhaps." And as he brought the elfling closer against his side, Namo tilted his head. "'Dae?"

The elfling tilted his head back to stare at him inquiringly.

"Was it the sun?"

Navaerdae grinned.

-switch-

Vana hummed quietly under her breath, stark white teeth forming an unseen grin when she felt her newest younger sibling pad silently into the room. The child thought he was being sneaky, but—

"Got you!" She cried, spinning around and lunging toward him, fingers outstretched. A look of horror dawned upon his cherubic features, and 'Dae shrieked.

—he really wasn't.

"No!" The precious little one screamed, kicking his legs into the air rather violently as he flailed on the ground. The girlish Vala giggled breathlessly, running her fingers ceaselessly along his sides and under his neck. He whines lowly in his throat, a pout growing on his face, locking his arms tightly against his sides when she gave in slightly and slowed her actions.

"I apologize, 'Dae," the Lady of the Stars covered a smile behind a pale hand, her amber eyes sparkling. "I couldn't help myself."

The tiny Ainu cautiously sat up, regarding her warily. "No 'gain." He demanded.

She held her hands up in surrender, expression innocent. "Of course. i won't do it again."

"Promise?" He still wasn't convinced.

She giggled again. "Yes, yes. I promise!"

She held out a hand and, after inspecting it curiously, he grabbed a hold of it and hauled himself up off the ground. He stumbled slightly as he let go, choosing to follow after her as she sashayed her way over toward the enormous, gaping window.

"What doin'?"

She glanced back over her shoulder at him, freckles dancing in the early morning rays. "I'm going to watch Varda raise the night overhead Arda."

The child tilted his head, absently holding up his arms toward her, steps slowing. The woman gave a fond sigh and lifted him into her arms before lowering herself onto the low sill of the pane-less window.

"Varda is the Queen of the stars," she explained, seeing his slightly puzzled gaze. "She scatters the stars across the inky black expanse of the sky so that the weary travelers who decide against making camp so Lorien can take them. That way, they will have a map to guide them, while Tilion gives them light to see their path."

Navaerdae's eyes were round with delight, and he snuggled comfortably into her lap, leaning back to tilt his head and gaze up at the sky reverently. "R'da throw stars?" He asked, voice awed.

Vana smothered a chuckle by pressing her lips together, but they curved upward to give her away. "In a way, yes. Just watch."

As the sky across the cerulescent sea darkened, the tall, beautiful figure clothed in the simple white hooded uniform of the Valar down below them on the sandy beach raised her arms towards where Navaerdae knew Arda lay. Varda tilted her head backwards and threw out one hand, and then the other, reaching up into the sky. He blinked, leaning forward to see thousands of sparkles race up into the slowly blackening scape. They zoomed around, glowing ever-so faintly, before settling into what Vana knew to be their designated houses. The tiny Ainu watched breathlessly as constellations formed right before his eyes and grew ever-brighter the darker the sky itself became. Finally, as night fell, they glittered cheerfully, as if they were winking at them.

"Wow," the child called, bouncing excitedly in her lap. He turned to face her and then turned back and again. He pointed up at the sky and tugged on her robes. "You see? You see? Wow!"

Vana giggled, adjusting her grip on him so he didn't fall from all the bouncing. "Yes, I saw! Amazing, wasn't it? Wait until you see Arien rise with the Sun. That's even more beautiful."

But 'Dae was barely listening now, leaning back into her chest. His hand was outstretched to the stars that glittered above Middle-Earth, and he was humming lovingly.

"Navaerdae want."

"Hm?" The Queen herself asked curiously as she swept into the room, flowing robes curled around her slim form. "What was that, starling?"

Navaerdae paused, beaming at the new nickname, before wiggling excitably in Vana's arms. She laughed delightedly, allowing him to slip off her knees and helped him land upright. He took off like a shot, barreling into Varda's legs, which held fast.

The two women laughed as he wrapped his arms around the Queen's calves and gazed up at her imploringly, rich lavender eyes wide. "Wanna throw stars."

Varda paused, brows climbing toward her hairline, and she sent a quick glance to her sister, who shrugged. "You want to help me raise the night stars?"

The child released his death grip on her legs and clapped happily, nodding furiously. "Stars!" He whispered, eyes worshipping.

The corner of Varda's mouth twitched upward slightly and she laid a hand on his inky black locks. "Perhaps next time," she allowed, and laughed again when the child tackled her legs once more.

"Oh no!" He called suddenly, pointing out the window urgently.

The two Valar spun around, muscles tensed, but only saw a pinprick of light streak across the nightscape.

"What is it, 'Dae?" Vana tilted her head.

His arms dropped, and he stared at them almost incredulously. "It fall," he empathized slowly, pointing again at the sky.

"It was just a falling star, beloved," Varda assured him, but her voice was vaguely disappointed. Navaerdae didn't like that answer, and he tugged on her robes with a frown.

"Why fall?" He asked.

She heaved an uncharacteristically heavy sigh, and Vana's head bowed. "Because there's no one to catch them, I suppose."

The Ainu pouted, absently smoothing down the wrinkles he's made in her robe with a tiny hand. He brightened, and gave them both a sunny smile.

"'Dae catch them." He announced winningly, and they stared at him with stunned silence.

"Are you sure, Navaerdae?" Varda asked in concern, brows pulling together. "It's quite the job."

The child clapped his hands together determinedly. "'Dae catch them." He repeated, and the women straightened up and exchanged a look.

"Why don't we go and talk this through with Ada," Vana suggested, using her baby brother's nickname for their father. Navaerdae brightened, and Varda gave a soft sigh.

"Indeed, so we shall. Come along, starling. We have much to discuss."

Navaerdae giggled lightly, jumping up and down. "'Dae gon' catch stars," he told them dreamily, and the two covered their laughter with slim fingers as they lead him from the room.

-switch-

"I'm not sure if it counts," Lorien said, reaching his arms far above his head until the tell-tale crack of his spine resounded off the marble white walls of the empty hall. "But my idea of it is that Navaerdae has chosen you as his favorite siblings, and it hurts me inside."

His twin sighed as he was distracted from his duties yet again. "Of course it doesn't count." He replied anyway. "You are just rude, and 'Dae does not like rude."

"I'm not rude!" Lorien cried, spreading his arms outwards in a theatrically insulted fashion. "I happen to be very charismatic! You are the one with the cold indifference to those around you; people don't like that, Mandos."

He spun around to face the door as he continued his rant, never noticing the flinch his brother gave at the name he'd just used. "I don't understand it, is all. Navaerdae is so sweet and adorable—he's like a kitten! You're usually off on the sidelines," he added, seeming puzzled. "But lately you're in the center of attention because 'Dae is always sitting on your lap. I suppose it's just a strange sight to see, after so long of only hearing from you perhaps only thrice in a week."

Namo paused, steps freezing. He'd been walking toward his throne, but slowly turned to face his brother, who was now staring at him in perplexity. He raised a slightly sarcastic brow before speaking, "You didn't… miss me or something like that, did you?"

Lorien went to speak, but Namo spun around almost curtly and proceeded toward his seat. "I'd think not; am I correct? I've always been under the impression that none of you ever felt nor took notice of my absence."

"O-Of course not!" His sunny-haired twin refuted, crossing his arms with a unsteady scoff. "Why would you even think that, brother? As if I'd ever miss your presence."

He cut his sentence of abruptly, choking in a gasp as his eyes widened. He uncrossed his arms to reach out to Namo, who now sat rigidly in his seat with a slightly open mouth, stunned into speechlessness.

"I meant that in jest—No," he paused, trembling. "I didn't mean that. Any of that. Brother, you know I'd never want you gone—Please, forgive my words, I was barely thinking; Of course I missed you when your arrival was far and few in between. I wouldn't—" He trailed off, breaths coming shortly as he stumbled over his words. Every so slowly, the speech came to a halt, and his silver eyes gazed up at his brother desperately. They shone brightly, making his irises gleam like they were under the sea.

Namo was quiet, having sunk down in his seat by the time Lorien stopped talking. His arms encircled his stomach and he'd pulled his hood up over his head. Finally, just when Lorien was about to advance toward him, he spoke.

"You were stuttering." He noticed, voice barely audible.

Lorien's steps halted. "I… yes."

Namo's golden eyes stared at him from under the white hood, before sliding down to the floor. His face was without expression. "You never stutter, brother."

"I never—? Of course I have!" Lorien coughed. "I've—"

"When Melkor had his weapon at your throat, you fumbled with your words." Namo remembered, tilting his head. His shoulders were hunched, and Lorien bit his lip, the dampness in his eyes nearly escaping. "You were—scared, then."

The pale Vala stilled, arms hanging at his sides uselessly. He pondered those words, before slowly climbing the steps. Placing a hand on his brother's shoulder and ignoring the flinch he received, he spoke with a trembling voice. "... I'm not scared of you, little brother."

Namo took in a slow breath, gaze fixed on the floor. He made no move to remove Lorien's hand from his self, but raised a knee to his chest, wrapping his arms around and carefully resting his head against it. "I am older than you," he murmured.

"We're the same age," Lorien said hollowly, almost tripped backwards. He stumbled toward his own throne and collapsed against it, covering his face with his hand. His shoulders slumped further when he heard his brother's shaky breathing echoing off the cavernous walls of the hall.

Suddenly, the Great Hall doors creaked open, allowing three figures in, and Lorien wished Iluvatar would send a abyss to come and swallow him up. He pressed his palms into his eye sockets and sighed. The three new arrivals paused as they saw them.

"Irmo, Mandos?" Vana called to them worriedly, and Lorien realized for the first time that normally no one aside from him, Navaerdae and their father called Namo by his less-formal name. He wasn't quite sure what to think of that, but it couldn't be alright, could it? "Are you alright?"

"What's going on?" Varda's voice demanded, and Lorien ached for his throne to just swallow him up, especially when 'Dae's sweet little voice rang in his ears.

"Namo? Why crying?"

Was his brother weeping? No! Lorien hadn't meant it! The golden-haired Vala raised his head, eyes slightly red from pressing against his palms, and stared over at his twin, who still sat curled on his seat. The tiny Ainu was trying to climb up to him, one hand tugging on the Doomsman's sleeve.

"Namo 'kay?"

"Namo," he whispered, and he saw his breath take a deep breath before looking up at him. The hood shadowed his face and part of Lorien wanted to rip it off—but the other half was glad that his brother could keep his dignity from the women.

Namo tilted his head, and Lorien breathed in, squeezing his eyes shut. They were blurry—because they were filled with tears, he realized as the wetness ran down his cheeks.

"Lorien!" Vana called, staring at him. "You're crying!"

Namo had been first, but you never said anything then, he wanted to say, though held his tongue. He bowed his head and stared at the floor.

"Sorry brother." He breathed, and Namo leaned back against his chair, pulling the anxious Navaerdae into his lap at last. The tiny Vala gave a satisfied sound and snuggled into his brother's hold, wrapping his arms around the elder Ainu and gazing up at him quietly.

"What have you done now, Lorien?" Varda demanded, poise stern as could be and Lorien didn't even flinch. He continued to stare at his brother, before sinking back in his own throne and tilting his head back to the ceiling. He said nothing, face expressionless. Varda pursed her lips and wandered over to Namo and Navaerdae.

"What's happened, Namo?" She asked gently, placing a hand on the younger Vala's shoulder. Dae looked up at her, along with the Judge of the Dead, who smiled and small, meaningless smile that never got near to reaching his eyes. Varda frowned.

"All is well, Varda," Namo breathed, and Lorien could hardly believe it. He'd expected Namo to tell varda what he'd said earlier, so that she'd ream into him. He deserved it, after all. But instead his brother said nothing?

"All is not well," Varda seethed, grip tightening on namo's shoulder. 'Dae reached up to gentle push the hand off, and she caught herself, blinking in slight astonishment. Lorien examined the scene carefully. Had he ever done that? Probably. How many of them, exactly, had touched Namo in such a way when they were angry or annoyed with him and hadn't realized they were actually hurting him? Lorien had an inkling that the number wasn't a very high one. It made his stomach spin nauseously.

"I was only judging a soul," Namo told her, voice no longer trembling, "and was slightly startled by it's contents. That is all. There have been a few in recent past days that have shaken me. It isn't anything to get worked up about, I assure you."

The four Valar in the hall stilled, staring at him incredulously.

Dae tugged on his tunic. "'Dae told Namo so."

Namo huffed a near-silent chuckle. "Ah, yes. I suppose you did."

Lorien was still back in the conversation, though. Was this what always happened? He thought back and remembered those time, so many, when Namo would suddenly pause(sometimes even mid-sentence, which was vaguely out of character for him), or cringe, or look pained or sorrowful out of the blue—and the blond realized that it must happen a lot to his brother.

"Why have you never told us, or even Father, that your duties are taxing you so?" Varda accused, looking increasingly concerned for her brother. Namo blinked in surprise, looking up at her with a slightly puzzled face.

"Why would I?" He asked, genuinely curious, and Lorien was sure, by the looks on their faces, that Vana and Varda's hearts had sunk just like his had.

"If your duties are straining you," Vana began slowly, walking to stand in between their two thrones, "you should tell one of us. We'd help you, brother."

Namo raised his eyebrows, head tilted to the side. Lorien was struck by how alike he and Navaerdae were in reality; it stunned him, because 'Dae was positively adorable and he'd never associated his own twin with that word—but the similarity was there, and it stumped the blonde.

Then, Namo shook his head. He lifted Navaerdae upward and stood, settling the little one into his arms. 'Dae grabbed hold of Namo's shoulders to steady himself, and was then carried out of the hall.

"I am perfectly able to carry out my own duties just fine, Vana." Namo called over his shoulder, indifferent mask once again in place. "I do appreciate the offer, but all is well."

And with that, he left. Varda and Vana turned to stare at him, now, but Lorien ignored them, gaze locked on the swinging doors of the Great Hall.

He thought he'd known his brother, but he'd been wrong. And he wanted to fix it—it ached now, throughout his entire being; like he was slowly burning but didn't quite feel the pain of the flames just yet.

Lorien felt as if he needed to talk with his Father, immediately. He stood from his throne and followed Namo's lead in exiting, searching for the parent's presence.

He'd fix this, no matter the cost. It was the least Lorien could do, and the least Namo deserved.

-switch-

No, guys; I'm not taking your firstborns and you haven't promised me your souls. Well, not exactly…

XP Kidding!

Okay, the question to your guys' answers isn't in this chapter, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Or, at least, a hint. It has to do with dragons. That's all I'll say.

Sorry it took me so long to update, again. I kinda caged myself and hauled ass in the second semester to get my schooling done for the year. I was honest-to-God certain that I was going to fail math and get a sucky grade in history, but shockingly(and I just got the report card a few weeks ago) I passed all my classes! Say hello to the newly minted junior in highschool(that'd be me, what's up)!

Just two more years and then comes the terrifying transition into adulthood. Not exactly looking forward to that. I still have no clue what I'm suppose to do.

Anyway! Yeah, Lorien's a dick and everybody is so mean to Namo ;-; Poor Namo, he doesn't get much love. Except from Vaire, but she's not… all there(I'm writing her a bit like Luna, but a more serious, stoic version).

I've taken some minimal creative liberty with the Tolkien mythology on the Varda and stuff, but nothing that would twist the panties of anyone but the die-hard Arda history buffs that may be reading this.

One of you asked whether 'Dae was going to be paired with anyone. The answer is no. I'm not letting any nasty-minded octopus anywhere near my precious little baby.
Along with that question was the one that asked about Namo calling 'Dae "beloved." I get why you thought that, reviewer, but notice that I also had Iluvatar and, in this current chapter, Varda call him that as well. No, it doesn't mean anything like what your're thinking; it's just a nickname the Valar collectively have given him.

I've had someone ask what the Valar look like, so I'm gonna give a chart below, along with some fun facts about each of them(or at least, the ones in this story)...

Illuvatar(Ada): Short, straight white hair, gold eyes(no pupils), toffee-colored skin. Is the tallest of them all, broad shouldered.

Wears the uniform white hooded robes of the Valar and has gold arm bands on each upper arm. No spouse. Creator of Arda and the Valar and pretty much all Middle Earth stuff. Omniscient and parental(in an almost Yoda-like way).

Manwe: Light ash brown hair, light blue eyes, and gently tanned skin. Tall-ish. Lord of the Wind and King of the Valar.

Has a white flute harnessed to his left forearm. Is left handed. Husband of Varda. Is kind of no-nonsense but has a huge soft spot for fluffy kittens.

Varda: Straight black hair, silver eyes, pale skin. On the tall side.

Has a star-shaped pendant of white gold around her neck. Wife of Manwe. Lady of the Stars and Queen of the Valar. Calm, often fierce, stern and motherly.

Ulmo: Wavy platinum hair, blue-blue-extremely-blue eyes, pale-nearly translucent skin. Think albino. Tall.

Has twin daggers sheathed and belted to the outside of either thigh, and a short sword sheathed on the middle of his back. Is the Lord of the Sea and all waters. Single and ready to mingle(or not). Kind of quiet and doesn't talk much but sometimes "accidentally" releases a large wave of seawater all over Aule when the other says something rude.

Yavanna: Curly hazel hair, green eyes, chocolate skin. A bit on the plump side. Is of Medium height. Wears an orange circlet. Lady of the Harvest, the earth, and it's animals. Cheerful, boisterous. Wife of Aule.

Aule: Wavy ebony brown hair, bronze-ish eyes, dark skin. A bit on the short side, but broad shouldered. Tends to wear sooty boots and gloves under his white Valar robes a lot, irritates Varda and Etse. Kind of on the rude/crass side, has a short rivalry with Ulmo. Lord of the Forges, smithing, mining. Stuff under the earth. Created the dwarves(Yes, it is because of him we have Tilbo Bagginshield. Aule had his flaws but ultimately we are grateful to him). Is loud and has an alarmingly short fuse but can be distracted by food. Husband of Yavanna.

Nienna: Straight off-white hair, soft brown eyes, caramel skin. Is tall. Has blue, teardrop-shaped earrings. Sympathetic, kind, a bit of a crybaby. Is actually the sister(ignoring that all the Valar are technically siblings) of Lorien and Mandos. Single.

Orome: Wavy, light chocolate hair, honey-colored eyes and tan skin. Medium height. A bow is usually strung across his back and sometimes accompanied by a quiver of golden arrows. The Great Rider(in actuality is the Huntsman and also Lord of Forests, but I'm switching that out and giving the title to Tulkas instead, because I said so :P, which means that Orome is now the Valar's Champion and the Wrestler). Boyfriend of Vana. Yes, boyfriend. Is sometimes lost in deep thought, likes long walks on the beach and skinning innocent rabbits.

Este: Wavy, light blonde hair, green eyes, dark skin. Of Medium height. Has what Navaerdae calls "potion bottles" attached on the belt she wears which hold things like ointments and healing slaves and *cough* whiskey. But shh on the last one, Ada isn't suppose to know. Lorien's girlfriend. Is Caring and somewhat stern.

Namo(Mandos): Choppy, obsidian black hair and catlike, golden eyes. generously tanned skin. Is of medium height and a slim build. Wears a white scarf that his sister Nienna made for him over normally black attire when not wearing the white Valar robes(so, when he's not in Valinor. And when he is, he's still wearing the scarf anyway). Is quiet, vaguely cold, and normally indifferent but secretly insecure and easily hurt. Judge of the Dead, the Doomsman. Somewhat emotionally unstable due to having to sort every single being who dies into a category, which means basically living their entire life in the split second it would take the just read their name. (And yes, that means all the murdering bastards and wife-beaters and, unfortunately, the orcs. Who, by the way, all go to hell. So yeah, Namo's job sucks and it makes him sad a lot). Boyfriend of Vaire.

Viare: Wavy mahogany hair, light blue eyes and golden-tan skin. Stoic, kind, quiet. Has knitting needles make an X in hair bun. Acts as a Seer of the future and is known as the Weaver. Weaves a tapestry that basically determines the fate of the world, and does so with her Sight for guidance. Courting Namo because he's kind of the only one who even vaguely understands her.

Irmo(Lorien): Light blond, choppy hair, silver eyes, pale skin. Of a medium height and slim build(Is Namo inverted). Wears a black scarf that his sister Nienna made him. Is the Master of Dreams, Visions, and Desires. Charismatic and confident, he's basically the opposite of his twin. However, he get embarrassed easily and hides it behind cheerful jokes and laughter, usually at the expense of others. Really does love his brother but isn't good at showing it or any other *sniff* feelings. Of course, he's dating Este, who keeps him in line whenever she's around.

Vana: Curly red hair, amber eyes and pale, freckly skin. Is tall, and wears a black leather whip curled on her belt. Is playful and cheery. Also called the Ever-young, she's the Lady of Immortality/Eternal Youth. Orome's wife.

Tulkas: Straight, slightly spiky, sandy hair, grey eyes and a nice tan. Is tall with broad shoulders. Has a lot of visible muscles. Wears a lot of animals furs. The Valar's Huntsman and Lord of Forests. Nessa's bae.

Nessa: Curly Black hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. Slightly on the short side, keeps her hair in a ponytail, tied back with a raccoon's tail. Has lethe muscles and red translucent scarves tied to each wrist. Is known as the Dancer, and is said to be as fast as an arrow. Can outrun deer. Lighthearted and kind, wife of Tulkas.

Melkor: Spiky black hair, ruby eyes, golden-tanned skin. Is tall and slim. Usually wears his wand in a holster on his right arm. Has a multitude of scars littering his body. Is the Lord of Darkness and Magic. Repented and residing in the Opposite(better known as the Harry Potter-verse) as one of it's Higher deities. Exact whereabouts currently unknown.

Navaerdae: Choppy, inky black hair, alabaster skin and violet eyes. Child-sized. Has a silver flying squirrel as a pet friend. Is actually only five and a half. (Spoilers: Will eventually be able to control his physical age just like the other Vala can, and will be known as the Star Sheppard, Agent of Ghosts, and Keeper of the Heart and Hearth. Likes to help yavanna with her animals and throwing rainbows. Leads lost spirits toward Namo's halls.) The Avatar of the Opposite. Single, forever alone. Child-like, cute, innocent, and can hold a grudge better than the devil himself.

Annnnd, that's about all the main ones. Bajeebus, that took longer than I thought. This chart is as much for me as it is for you. A great guide to writing their characters!

Imma head to bed. Thank God I don't have anything to do tomorrow, life had actually been BUSY lately! Will wonders never cease…

Goodnight my lovelies!

~Skye