#disaster seven

[dalliansss]

drowning in melkor/fëanor au with @skaelds lmao half-vala sons of fëanor anyone? scary shit

[dalliansss]

When it’s time to trace patterns and inspect the now-dyed threads, Tyelkormo is hands-off. This is the part where he just likes to watch. He sits cross-legged on the floor in his brother’s workshop, watching in silence as Moryo draws out patterns of koi fish and gold fish, then tracing them onto the cloth. The main robe has been done months before by another tailor, but Findaráto doesn’t trust anybody else to do the embroidery for him. 

The workshop is quiet, punctuated only by Huan’s little breaths and the soft voices of Moryo’s children when they call the hound out to play with them. Tyelko sits, blue eyes focused on his brother’s delicate needlework. There is something soothing and peaceful here, just watching Moryo thread the needle with the silk thread the entire family helped to produce, and how slowly but surely, under his skilled hands, the koi fish and gold fish Findaráto wanted on his raiment come to life.

Dust motes dance in the little beams of Laurelin’s light filtering in through the windows. Far away, the sound of the sea sighs with the faint squawking of the gulls. Sometimes, Tyelko could even hear the Telerin mariners calling. But here, in Moryo’s workshop, the world is in a bubble.

From Moryo’s fingers spring color and form; the koi fish and gold fish materialize, and the silk threads, from their humble beginnings, begin to metamorphose into fine art. 

Tyelko has been watching Moryo make clothes, stitch and embroider for years, and even now that they’re both adults, the sight never gets tiring for him. He thinks, again, how wonderful it is to be so skilled in such beautiful art. 

(His own art and his mastery of it he never acknowledges; how he cooks with the same beautiful precision, each mouthwatering dish or drink; how he lays out his traps, how he coordinates with his hounds to corner prey. How he paints the patterns of the hunt, and how he dances the primal steps to the bonfire when the powders and fumes give him their full power.)

[Silk / AO3]