Stranger, waiting
Stranger
Nàmo was, in truth, a little nervous the first time he saw Miríel Therindë standing in front of him. He didn't know her at all- how was he supposed to judge her?
With Melkor it had been different. Manwë had helped him then, and he knew Melkor well. Even though he didn't quite believe what his brother had done...
He studies her Fëa carefully and sees weariness.
Just because he cannot say what he knows, it doesn't mean he cannot think it. Oh, Child, will you not stay for your son? In the end, his nerves get the better of him, and he sends her to Vairë.
But he cannot do that next time.
//(That was terrible, I know!)
Waiting
Things have happened. Lots of things. If Námo had permission, he would go to Beleriand and sort things out by himself. But he can't obviously, so now it's just a matter of time until the next battle. Until the Fëanorians mess up. Again.
The choice of the Noldor still annoys him. For goodness sake, he went out there, right to the edge of the Helcaraxë, to tell them not to go, and they still do. So now it's just a matter of waiting for the Nirnaeth to start.
Perhaps, one day, they'll realise their mistake.
//This was terrible too!
