Manwë - the King of the Valar - sits on his bright throne, several Maiar, who apparently came to him for advice, looked with complete admiration at the Lord of the Wind, on whose face a benevolent smile shone. Many found their blessing in the look of Manwë's blue eyes. He extends his hand, placing it on the shoulder of the older Maia and nods to them, indicating that the dialogue is over. "Eonwë, escort them out." said Manwë in his soft musical voice, after which his devoted servant obediently bowed to him and left, taking those Maiar with him.

As the massive doors close, Manwë takes a more relaxed position on his throne, and the smile completely disappears from his lips, and the softness of his blue eyes gives way to boredom and complete indifference.

As if he even cared about the problems of these Maiar.

His quiet chuckle breaks against the walls of the throne room... Almost arrogantly. But Manwë is not characterized by arrogance... Isn’t it? Manwë turns his head slightly, fixing his gaze on his wife - Varda - who is standing by the window and not looking at her husband. "Varda, my dear, come to me." said Manwë in an almost sweet tone

"I'm sorry, my king, but I have other important matters to attend to." Varda’s voice was soft as always, but not a single emotion was felt in it. She still did not look at Manwë.

As the Queen of the Valar was heading towards the exit, Manwë suddenly stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist. "What's the matter with you, my queen?" he asked, slowly letting go of his wife's hand, and his lips stretched into something that could perhaps be called a smile.

"Nothing. See you later." said Varda, after which she turned away and left the hall. Just for a moment, her lips trembled with almost disgust, but only for a moment.

When Manwë saw you standing in the doorway, he straightened up, and the same soft smile appeared on his face that was when the Maiar came to him. "Greetings, do you need anything?"