Disclaimer: AU, silliness
Feariel
Chapter 1: Trouble in Mandos
Namo sighed a thousandth times. His stress level shot through the roof of Mandos again; day after day he desperately needed his wife's healing massage with all its caveats. He thought he signed up for the easiest job in cosmos when Eru kicked them out of his shiny mansion, until a certain troublemaker came unwillingly. It's all Manwe's fault. He told him to let the Noldor scamper off, but no, Manwe had to add the extra Curse.
The said troublemaker was beating the crap out of his brother, making a ruckus in a hall that is known for contemplative silence. No matter how much he had threatened, cajoled, bribed, pleaded.for 7000 years, the Elf simply refused to budge. He's set in his one-man vendetta against Namo, and his joy in death is to make Namo miserable.
Namo stomped his feet angrily. He had enough of this insufferable Elf! Let Manwe and the gang deal with this loon. After all, Namo had to sweep glass pieces, shady swords, fallen wisps and whiny fea off his floor every day while Manwe played with his blondie pet.
Namo called in a high pitched voice, 'Oh Feanor, come here you pesky Kinslayer' Swiftly, Feanor's shade slammed right into his center, making him reeled in pain and screamed like a sissy. "Damn you.' Namo hissed, holding his stomach, Feanor grinned.
Namo used his formal voice while crouching "You have loitered in my hall for too long, it's time for you to leave.'
Feanor's brows rose suspiciously. "Is this a cheap trick to fool me?" he demanded. "I remembered 7000+ years ago you gleefully enlightened me I am sentenced eternally to this dump."
"I regret my mistake" Namo snarled. "now GET OUT!" a gray mist swirled up, enveloping Feanor's shade, sucking him into a shady portal. For the first time in 7000 years, Namo smiled in his halls, and not a regular smile, but a wicked grin. He had added something extra in the mist. It's payback time.
Valinor trembled.
Feanor opened his eyes, although he shut them quickly after. The sunlight pained him. He could feel the ground beneath him, beneath his body, for the first time in ages. The sweet smelling grasses, the chirping of birds, and the buzzing of dragonflies overwhelmed his senses. For a long time he simply lay unmoving, devoid of energy to explore the world once again. When his mind focused, he willed his body to sit up, his hands to push his body up, and his legs to carry his body up.
Feanor felt a little different with his new body, like he's missing something, and gaining something. But he attributed this oddness to his inexperience with re-embodiment, thought he merely needed time adjustment to his hroa. He treaded to the nearby stream to make sure, just in case Namo botched after his 2,000,000 cases. What are the odds?
The Spirit of Fire shrieked when his saw his reflection in the water. He face is beautiful like his first hroa, but softer. His luxuriant raven locks shimmered under the golden sunlight. Beautiful bright gray eyes framed with thick jet black lashes, pale translucent skin, and sensual red lips, all do justice to the songs lauding Feanor's blessing of greatest beauty in body and mind in all Noldor. No, his face looks familiar, but as he eyes traveled down to his body, he saw two rounded flesh hanging off his suppose flat chest. Trembling, his hand touched his crouch, there's NOTHING there!
"Curse you Namo!!! You son of a diseased troll!!! You stupid wart can't do your job right..."the obscenity went on for hours and hours, but it's clear that Feanor is now an ELF MAIDEN instead of an ELF MAN and there's nothing he can do until he go back to Mandos, which is what he intended to do, oh plus slowly chocking Namo with Miriel's dirty socks.
Namo sweated. He thought he heard Feanor cursing, but he figured he's delusional due to his stress overload.
Feanor stopped his ravings to study his surrounding. His mind's fuzzy on his exact location, but a 7 Age imprisonment would do that to an Elf's brain, even if he's the smartest Elf in the world. He shrugged and started walking. All roads lead to Mandos, and he would beat up that worthless Vala eventually.
Feariel
Chapter 1: Trouble in Mandos
Namo sighed a thousandth times. His stress level shot through the roof of Mandos again; day after day he desperately needed his wife's healing massage with all its caveats. He thought he signed up for the easiest job in cosmos when Eru kicked them out of his shiny mansion, until a certain troublemaker came unwillingly. It's all Manwe's fault. He told him to let the Noldor scamper off, but no, Manwe had to add the extra Curse.
The said troublemaker was beating the crap out of his brother, making a ruckus in a hall that is known for contemplative silence. No matter how much he had threatened, cajoled, bribed, pleaded.for 7000 years, the Elf simply refused to budge. He's set in his one-man vendetta against Namo, and his joy in death is to make Namo miserable.
Namo stomped his feet angrily. He had enough of this insufferable Elf! Let Manwe and the gang deal with this loon. After all, Namo had to sweep glass pieces, shady swords, fallen wisps and whiny fea off his floor every day while Manwe played with his blondie pet.
Namo called in a high pitched voice, 'Oh Feanor, come here you pesky Kinslayer' Swiftly, Feanor's shade slammed right into his center, making him reeled in pain and screamed like a sissy. "Damn you.' Namo hissed, holding his stomach, Feanor grinned.
Namo used his formal voice while crouching "You have loitered in my hall for too long, it's time for you to leave.'
Feanor's brows rose suspiciously. "Is this a cheap trick to fool me?" he demanded. "I remembered 7000+ years ago you gleefully enlightened me I am sentenced eternally to this dump."
"I regret my mistake" Namo snarled. "now GET OUT!" a gray mist swirled up, enveloping Feanor's shade, sucking him into a shady portal. For the first time in 7000 years, Namo smiled in his halls, and not a regular smile, but a wicked grin. He had added something extra in the mist. It's payback time.
Valinor trembled.
Feanor opened his eyes, although he shut them quickly after. The sunlight pained him. He could feel the ground beneath him, beneath his body, for the first time in ages. The sweet smelling grasses, the chirping of birds, and the buzzing of dragonflies overwhelmed his senses. For a long time he simply lay unmoving, devoid of energy to explore the world once again. When his mind focused, he willed his body to sit up, his hands to push his body up, and his legs to carry his body up.
Feanor felt a little different with his new body, like he's missing something, and gaining something. But he attributed this oddness to his inexperience with re-embodiment, thought he merely needed time adjustment to his hroa. He treaded to the nearby stream to make sure, just in case Namo botched after his 2,000,000 cases. What are the odds?
The Spirit of Fire shrieked when his saw his reflection in the water. He face is beautiful like his first hroa, but softer. His luxuriant raven locks shimmered under the golden sunlight. Beautiful bright gray eyes framed with thick jet black lashes, pale translucent skin, and sensual red lips, all do justice to the songs lauding Feanor's blessing of greatest beauty in body and mind in all Noldor. No, his face looks familiar, but as he eyes traveled down to his body, he saw two rounded flesh hanging off his suppose flat chest. Trembling, his hand touched his crouch, there's NOTHING there!
"Curse you Namo!!! You son of a diseased troll!!! You stupid wart can't do your job right..."the obscenity went on for hours and hours, but it's clear that Feanor is now an ELF MAIDEN instead of an ELF MAN and there's nothing he can do until he go back to Mandos, which is what he intended to do, oh plus slowly chocking Namo with Miriel's dirty socks.
Namo sweated. He thought he heard Feanor cursing, but he figured he's delusional due to his stress overload.
Feanor stopped his ravings to study his surrounding. His mind's fuzzy on his exact location, but a 7 Age imprisonment would do that to an Elf's brain, even if he's the smartest Elf in the world. He shrugged and started walking. All roads lead to Mandos, and he would beat up that worthless Vala eventually.