» AN: You can! I hope you enjoy this little thing and my inability to not make a stupid pun in the synopsis :D
"I have something for you, tiny flame."
Amarëa had – after some complaining and combusting – settled back into her childlike fána and was now looking at her expectantly.
Smiling, Arien moved to stand next to a nearby candle holder and lit the candles with one single note. The flickering fires instantly caught Amarëa's attention, and she became restless again, reaching for them with her tiny, chubby hands.
"Would you like to hold one?" Arien asked softly, only to be surprised when her daughter managed to light a flame of her own, a smile brighter than the sun on her little face.
For the wonderful gift giving event ❤️ I'm still pushing my tiny flame agenda 😇
To: Amarëa
From: Mairon (yes it's not fair he's only giving gifts to arrogant elves. The smol deserves a gift from her atya too)
Gift: a pretty shiny golden sun globe forged and holding a small flame in its center ☀️
(Idk. AU where Mairon returned in Valinor after the wow?) Ama has been missing her mama lately. Mairon is trying to help the only way he knows (forging gifts)
♡ To: Amarëa
♡ From: Mairon
𝓐 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓷
"Are you still missing your mama, Amarëa?"
Mairon knelt in front of his daughter, meeting her frown with his most charming smile. He already knew the answer of course – he was well aware of how attached she was to Arien and how she would sometimes sit outside on sunny days and watch her mother in the sky, occasionally waving with her little hand.
As expected, Amarëa mumbled a small yes. Suppressing a sigh, Mairon nodded with the most serious expression he could muster. Fiercely independent as he was, he'd often had trouble understanding such emotions in others, but it had recently occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he had become more familiar with feelings of attachment in past ages than he wanted to admit.
Still, he often found himself woefully unprepared when it came to comforting his daughter, but not today: This time he had something for her, something he had crafted for her.
"I have a gift for you, tiny flame."
The statement was enough to spark interest in Amarëa, and her eyes lit up when Mairon presented a shiny golden globe to her, a replica of the sun her mother steered so faithfully, lit by a flame in its centre. He placed it in her small hands and watched as she eagerly rolled it around to admire it from all angles.
"It's like mama's!" Amarëa exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, dear. Now you have your own little sun vessel – you can even take it on journeys," Mairon smiled. Under normal circumstances he would have to be worried that she could hurt herself, but not with the offspring of two fire spirits; the flame inside would never burn her. He would have to be more worried about Eönwë getting his hands on it while taking care of Amarëa, though he should know better than to play with fire after ages of chasing after Arien.
"Thank you!"
And before Mairon could say anything else, the tiny Maia was already half floating, half waddling out of the forge to start her very own daylight journey.
❅ Prompt: Sleeping Forest | Amarëa x Írilómë
❅ Synopsis: While dancing in the forest, Amarëa finds a strange Maia.
(Or: In which Ama joins the proud Maiarin tradition of picking up strange men in the woods)
❅ Warnings: /
❅ Drabble
❅ AO3
» AN: A gift for @maironite. Some of you may know her OC Amarëa, Arien's daughter, from other fics in which she usually appears as a little Maia; this one takes place ages later and features adult Ama. Enjoy!
But wait, who is Írilómë? Well... more about that later ;)
Her mother's sun painted golden speckles of light on the forest's soft ground.
Amarëa laughed in delight, hopping and dancing from one to the other – too caught up in her game to notice the Maia sleeping between the roots of a great tree.
She stumbled and he rose, sleep vanishing from ruby-red eyes once he beheld her, as did she in turn. His hair was of an unnatural, ethereal purple hue, proud, curved horns adorned his head and his smile was sweet and charming.
Amarëa knew an Úmaia when she saw one.
Nevertheless, she continued to stare and smiled back.
There's a small tug on your sleeve and you look down to see a tiny child with a huge smile. The little redhead is wearing a too large Christmas Elf costume with a crooked santa hat and is handing you a suspiciously bright stone.
"Here" she says brightly "I took it from uncle Melkor's crown"
Awww! How sweet of you, tiny flame! What a lovely gift!
Now let's... put the gem in my pocket and take a walk together... preferably fast and very far away... where Uncle Melkor can't see us... and your father can't see us... and the gentlemen with the stars on their armor can't see us...
