Should Be a Rule Against This

masteroftheseas:

It had been a beautiful day. He had been enjoying a very nice swim, racing with some dolphins who had chased a ship for a time before growing bored of the easy pace. One moment he’d been darting between them, flickering around them, then the next–

The next his fins were gone, tail traded for legs, and the water was freezing. His eyes burned, and his chest felt strange, like a hammer was pounding inside and a fire in his lungs. Realization dawned swiftly and he flailed, kicking and twisting to find the surface and get to it.

His damned swan had made him mortal. Surfacing, he tried to gasp a breath only to be knocked back under with a wave in the confused, choppy sea, and fury made him kick harder to the surface. He was not about to drown.

He’d forgiven Cousin Ossë for taking advantage of him during his magic-addled state; it had all been harmless fun for those involved, which was as much as one could hope for when it came to Swan wishes. He’d been grateful nothing worse had happened– but that was no reason to forget the matter.

Turnabout was fair play after all, and with the Terror missing from the sea, there was no one forbidding him from using a particular, experimental shape he’d kept in storage since a particular incident involving a cliff face and his spine.

He took a great deal of pleasure in the sight of his Cousin with his cheeks puffed out absurdly, frog-kicking his way clumsily towards the surface. 
A few pulses of his tail brought him face-to-face with the mortal Maia, his long teeth bared in a grin that said simply revenge is sweet. 

He swam lazily around his Cousin for a few deliciously prolonged seconds, laughing a deep rolling laugh that carried through the water. “You do look silly, Cousin,” he clicked using the strange aquatic syllables of the sea-maiar. “I never thought I’d see you on the receiving end of your pet’s mischief. I have to say, it’s immensely satisfying.”  Sauron wasted no more time, but slipped an arm around Ossë’s waist and brought them both to the surface with a few sinuous motions. 

It was odd to see a swan near her workshop, however it didn’t stop Laume from snagging some bread before heading outside. Crouching to be level with the swan, she ripped a piece of bread off before offering the the bird. “Well, aren’t you pretty bird? Pretty and happy, I’m sure.” She mused, falling quiet shortly after. “My Ammë hasn’t seemed happy lately. I think she was happier when she was an Ainur and not so fragile….I sort of wish she was….Atleast I wish she was Ainu again and happy.”

masteroftheseas:

It enjoyed all these people feeding it lately. And this one was familiar. She looked sort of like the one who made it, somehow. It ate the bread happily, but wondered why nobody had told this one about saying wish around it.

@daughterxftheseas @loveroftheseas

Wish granted! For the duration of the swan’s magic, Uinen is now once again the Lady of the Seas, all her powers open to her. May she find happiness in knowing the ocean once more. 
But life demands balance. For there to still be a child, there must be one mortal to create life with the Ainu. So while Uinen is an Ainu once more, Ossë is now trapped in a mortal, Elven shell.

oh no >8D

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