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The maia wondered if there was something wrong with this re-embodiment.
Singe was relatively new to the Chambers of Re-embodiment within Mandos and new to having a body in general. Previously, they had been one of the many formless maia tending to the spirits in the Halls of Mandos, charged by Námo to keep the peace between the fëa of fallen eldar. But mostly, Singe listened to the fëa , their grief, their pain, their longing. Singe had always felt proud that they had a role, however small, in an eldar’s healing.
But then that silly war in Endor came to an end and the Doom of the Noldar was rescinded. A mass of formerly exiled Noldor eagerly waited to be re-embodied. Asayar was reassigned from the peaceful Halls to bustling Chambers of Re-embodiment, where perfect copies of the Eldar’s former bodies were grown and then joined with their fëa . They still did not know if they preferred the Chambers to the Halls. The Chambers certainly were more eventful and Singe enjoyed experiencing the tearful reunion of loved ones. But, Námo required all mair to to take a physical body to work in the Chambers and Singe was still unaccustomed to the indignities of having one. Singe was still yet undecided on a gender which the other maia was quick to remind them of.
Even with Singe’s lack of experience in general, they felt something amiss with the female hröa laying on the slab before them. Technically, according to the maia’s training, everything went perfectly:
The body had only four limbs
The face was unmarred.
All the organs were on the inside.
The eyelids grew on the first try, unlike last time.
(Singe still shudders at the process they had to go through to correct that.)
But, this was supposed to be a female Vanyar. This female had light brown hair. All Vanya had blonde hair. True, she could be called blonde by Noldor standards, but this was a Vanya. Singe had met very few Vanya (The Vanyar, being the most reasonable and beloved of the Eldar, did not need to to come through the Halls of Mandos often.) but even they knew that all Vanyar had golden hair. One thinks of the Vanyar, and an image appears in the mind’s eye of a golden blonde eldar with green eyes. If one were to ask any Maia or Eldar to describe the Vanyar in one word, they would immediately say Blonde. They were not a diverse people when it came to looks.
It was not just the hair, Singe had never seen an Eldar this short or with a face that soft before. At first, they assumed it was a youth, however, the hröa possessed breasts and hips of a size only attained by those well into adulthood, in excess even. They made Singe uncomfortable.
Singe brushed back a lock of hair to stare at the female’s small round ear. Maybe the hröa had taken the shape of one of Aule’s people?
Yet, the other maiar did not have any concerns and the eldar was on progress to awaken soon. The fëa guides the shape of the hröa. And if the hröa is not in the form the fëa wants, then the fëa will not join with hröa. That was the most crucial matter in the Rooms of Re-embodiment, to give each fëa a hröa it wants to embody.
Everything was fine.
Most of all, bringing up Singe’s concerns about this re-embodiment would require Singe to interrupt and talk to Námo. And Námo was terrifying.