Eä's Redemption

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IX. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

It took seven hours of the divine clock
for the glorious trees to fully grow up,
they'd take turn to sleep, they'd lock
an hour after the other one woke up.

So for an entire hour they attuned,
their rays merged in unified radiance,
for six hours Telperion bloomed,
till the twelfth did so Laurelin, consentaneous.

So each day they'd follow this cycle,
defining Valinor's day at twelve hours,
the trees' light dispersed in spirals,
till it rained on all lands and flowers.

Varda would gather the dew and the rain,
she'd pour it in water reservoirs and lakes,
and all the Valar would draw vitality, sustain
their eternal buoyancy and all young shapes.

This is how the Days of Valinor commenced;
the Count of Time marked the start of fixed units,
energies carefully started being dispensed;
the clock defines the distribution of all dual merits.

 

[AaronAzrael]

IX. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

The Time appointed by Ilúvatar
for the coming of the Firstborn (Elves),
was approaching; almost the hour
when they would come out of the Well.

Middle-Earth, meanwhile, lay
in darkness beneath the stars of Varda,
where Melkor roamed in terrible display
of coldness, fire, cruelty, beyond the

fathomable comprehension of the mind;
all deformations of evil originated from him;
while the Valar rarely would leave their shrine,
tending lovingly the lands beyond Pelóri Mountains.

The Valar differentiated in responsibilities.
Aulë was the Master Craftsman of precise work.
Gifted in smithing, craftmanship, his duties
were to weave with knowledge of the Earth.

His wife Yavanna guided all growing things,
and she yearned out of care for the Lands Beyond,
for she was concerned about all growing beings,
grieving for her deeds initiated there, yet gone wrong.

She would often leave the meadows of Valinor,
the home of Aulë to wander and heal all lesions;
the wounds of the world she'd never ignore,
inciting the Valar to battle anew in those regions.

Oromë would also ride in the darkness,
in unknown woods as a mighty Hunter,
taking down monsters of the ugliness,
with Nahar, Valaróma victorious thundered.

For the nefarious realm had to be transmuted
before the coming of the Firstborns,
and Middle Earth was still polluted,
in shadows and deviated forms.

Ulmo also never forgot Middle Earth.
His music echoed through the world, entire,
with Salmar, Ossë, Uinen, he'd guard
all life, in hidden places, from Melkor's desire.

The Sea Elohim dwelt alone in the Outer Ocean,
he governed seas, rivers, springs and rain,
neutralising much of the enemy's poison,
navigating fluids, the water cycle he maintained.

Manwë, the King of the Valar, heavenwards
ruled from Mount Taniquetil;
eagles and hawks his messengers,
he was always just and tranquil.

His brave strong birds brought so much news
from all corners of Arda, near, far and wide,
yet for the darkest secrets of Melkor clueless
he remained; they hid from his wise sight.

He desired peace, not display of power;
furthermore, power was not to be found in control,
but in managing self-balance in the Flower's
all manifestations, situations and sudden roles.

Serving as Ilúvatar's vice-regent,
he was the defender of the world...
always choosing mercy and patience,
never bitter, never vengeful; he heard.

For indignation ignites low emanations,
it leads straight to the trap of perdition,
first sense of justice, then vengeance,
it drags one down to self-annihilation...

So Eru chose Manwë for his heart,
which always responded to hatred
with calm lovingness, never with war,
patiently allowing restoration of the sacred...

For he knew the Flower of Life,
and the Cube in Eru progressed in algorithm,
so... no need to rush it; the device
is just part of Deus Ex Machina; a logarithm.

While others worried, he had fullest faith,
that someday Melkor would be restored,
he knew not how, or when, all he did was wait,
and serve his duty, while God self-explored.

And the children of Eru... they were asleep.
In beautiful cocoons of light,
so hush... their dream is so deep.
And their future destined to end bright.

Despite all challenges encoded in their souls;
methods of growth, even if pain's included;
they will all eventually reach their goals,
in the epos of life, their brave hearts boosted.

Sleep now, while you are still cosmic embryos.
Life is beautiful, go gather victory pre-natal...
For soon Eru will open the unknown doors...
and victoriously, fates will turn for aeons fatal.

 

[AaronAzrael]

X. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

Such was Arda back in the beginning;
the Days were young, before the birth
of Eru's Children; still, it was spinning,
the newborns yet to appear on the Earth.

The Ainur didn't dare partake at all
in the Music of their Father, obeying,
in the perfect song that ought
develop all hidden codes, portraying

the part of the plan, requiring trust,
knowing one's own hierarchical place,
not intervening when ignorant's a must,
first due to free will, then due to grace.

For only silly creatures have pretence
to adjust when they lack know-how;
patiently allow the blueprint to advance,
in eternal respectful and faithful awe.

For that reason the Valar decided
they would keep respectful distance,
and Eru? He had lovingly ignited
his own contribution to existence.

The Elohim were the higher brothers,
the chieftains of Ilúvatar's Children,
The Elves, or Firstborn Quendi Elders,
the Seconborn Atani, or - the Men.

The Valar would rarely intervene
in the fates of the two world races,
for coercion usually ends with unforeseen
outcome that the soul eventually faces.

So, out of concern, out of decent care,
they would sometimes try to guide the youngsters,
yet all forced attemps would end in shared
responsibility of observing consequences.

The Elves were closer in nature
to the Valar, more fathomable; aligned.
So their fates intertwined in layers
that were deeper, compared to the humankind.

The human folk were gifted with virtues
that were somewhat strange, a bit unknown,
with a peculiar destination their usage,
only the external side revealed and shown.

To each their strength, to each their destiny.
All parts of the lifestreams' web and doors.
All would leave their mark and legacy,
...while learning how to yield their force.
IX. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

After the Valar had departed,
a quietude reigned for some time,
Ilúvatar sat alone, good-hearted,
in contemplation, beyond paradigm.

At last, he held his breath for a bit,
and uttered with wisdom and glory:
"I Love the Earth that I have fit
to home the Quendi and Atani deary.

The Quendi shall be the most beauteous,
they shall craft the most excellent works;
the most beatific and harmonious,
almost immortal and youthful in looks.

Never withering; invincible against decay.
They shall have the longevity of spirits,
yet incarnate, they shall be the ones to stay
forever in this world, yet with a limit.

The Man shall have another gift; a blessing.
They will benefit from mortality
and they shall be the ones, progressing
beyond the Music of the Valar; free!"

Tabula Rasa at each last breath,
able to travel in spheres beyond the confine,
liberation at the stage of death,
new experiences empirically they'd define.

Ascending travellers of time and space,
always moving towards the center.
Wandering piligrims transmuting their ways,
under surveillance of spiritual mentors.

Each sphere has guardians of portals,
and every time a human passes the tests,
they can enter through new realm doors,
get accustomed to the laws and all the rest.

For the Central Universe is far away.
Havona's Seventh Curcuit, the welcoming world.
Human beings are never meant to stay;
according to their awakening levels transferred.

they move from circuits to circuits,
inwards, based on their spirtual growth,
a pattern always reflected, in pursuit
of the Trinity itself, recognised in sight.

In the sixth Circuit they would recognise,
the Master Spirit's I AM individuality,
presiding over the entire superuniverse,
the human soul would stabilise in loyalty.

Attaining awareness of the Master Spirit,
in the Fifth Circuit they become prepared,
for the journey towards the Deities; a visit
in the Infinit Spirit; the next step ahead.

Eternal Son waiting for them in the Fourth,
Universal Father in the Third immersed,
Paradise inhabitants in the second hearth,
enrolling in the Finalists' Corps in the First.

Until the human destiny becomes fulfilled,
and their causal bodies become limitless,
to serve God they would be thrilled,
for eternity has a lot to offer in progress.
IX. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

Eru established the heart of the mortal man
to not find peace solely in the world of Arda,
yet to seek beyond its borders and to find
deeper truths; for there was the Musical Law that

was the marginal ultimate manifestation
for all form within to develop in reach, vitally;
the effort and deed of men in formation
would accomplish the world's goal, entirely.

Yet the strife for power, Eru did know,
would lead to frequent straying from their path,
so they'd often usurp their gift and throw
away the primary creational talent, in wrath.

For avidity is the true reason behind
the ego's yearning to possess dominion;
or the vainglory for the others to find
your own persona as the fairest in opinion.

Such power doesn't really crave a skill;
it is useless and weak at the very core;
losing the capability to distinguish so still,
leading to foolishness in decisions' lore.

Yet karmic patterns know how to lead,
intertwining destinies and lessons learnt;
at that times honour becomes a creed
that turns the self victorious and grand.

Bravery and the beauty of principle,
they would save both Elves and Men.
Virtues would cleanse their planet, hence,
from debauchery and restore its heaven.

Evil's dimness is a state of alchemical Nigredo,
that has to be transmuted in a state of pain,
washing away impurities in the insight of Albedo,
immortality of the Rubedo, in I AM Self sustained.

Who knows what bore the consciousness of Eru,
unfathomable mystery for lower creatures of the world.
For he declared, already patiently prepared to
witness the breaking of his Law, unheard.

"Men shall know that all they do
will contribute to the glory of my Work."
So... Creation follows and pursues
in all its entirety the Creator's Arc.

 

[AaronAzrael]

IX. Of the beginning of days (...next continuation)

The Elves had the reticent concept
that human folk often grieved Manwë,
the closest Valar that Eru dearly kept
most acquainted with his design's expanse.

The Quendi deemed people to be
similar to Melkor in their spirits;
although the fallen Elohim did feel
only fear for them and their specifics.

He actually despised them greatly,
even when they served his objective;
for he innerly perceived, innately,
that they carried deeper perspective.

The human children were mere guests
in the vast lands of Arda, where others
were bound to remain and know not the rest;
The Atani travelled beyond these borders.

The Elves could never fathom the notion
of where these souls would travel, so far;
they, instead, had profoundest connection
with the local planet, its water, earth and air.

For they could never age, nor wither,
nor fall in sickness or a mortal bane,
save they were slaughtered; they could linger
due to mourning, melancholy and pain.

And if sadness caused their light to quench,
they would enter the Halls of Namo Mandos,
where they would wait eternity to attend
their wounded souls; ultimate fate undisclosed.

Sometimes they would be permitted to return,
or they would wander in the Halls of Waiting,
what would happen after the trial - unknown;
only yearning and zeal for Arda, never fading.

Meanwhile, people would have long been gone
beyond the fate of all residents of local nature,
even the Valar would hope to peek beyond,
in aggravated time when they'd invoke patience.

Yet Melkor would cast a shadow on the gift
of humankind to be free Strangers of Will,
their hope filled with posionous twist
convincing their goodness to choose evil.

Nonetheless, the Valar had predicted
back in the dawn of their constellation,
that the humans would be admitted
to the Second Music of Creation.
X. Of Aulë and Yavanna

The Children of Eru still weren't born,
yet something secretive took place.
In the meantime one Valar would yearn
already to teach a disciple his ways.

Aulë, the Elohim craftsman - because he
was so impatient compared to the Timing
of Ilúvatar, which was flowing so slowly,
created a race of his own mind's designing.

In the darkness of Middle Earth,
while the Valar was yearning
for the Children of Eru's birth,
he started silently working

on the formation of another race;
The Dwarves, the little cave fellows,
who turned out to be brisk in stubbornness,
for the Thought of Aulë would follow

a pattern, kind of vague and rushed,
which reflected on the small men's nature,
yet deep in their hearts they hushed
out of love for mining, crystals and labour.

First he crafted the Seven Dwarven Fathers,
and out of fear for Melkor's grim dominion.
the Valar encoded that the workaholic creatures
be firm, unwavering, obstinate minions.

When Aulë finished the last detail,
he stood there, in loving excitability,
yet Eru appeared, for what he did was wait
yet eventually he asked for accountability.

Once the Valar started teaching
the Dwarves to speak the tongue
he had prepared for speaking,
Eru appeared and Aulë felt wrong.

Eru scolded him severly,
wisely, out of a sage's authority,
"What have you done here?
Beyond your field of creativity?

Is this what you desired -
to act beyond jurisdiction,
where the spark of my Fire
ignites beating prior completion?

Is it good for a creature
to move without their own will?
Giving birth, in that be sure,
concerns the life; it can't be standstill.

For a living creature is responsibility,
a golden promise handed with each life;
every stream needs full credibility
and you have acted on your own, in spite?"

Aulë was already in deepest regret;
full of remorse, he swished his hammer,
for, - disobedience? he did not meant
it; never, not at all; he craved not power.

The little innocent children of Aulë,
with the tiny hopeful eyes and fullest faith in them
in their creator that bore them sincerely,
saw their very own Creator trying to annihilate their stem.

They moved with broken tiny heart,
not understanding why they were born,
why they were given a purest start,
only to be cursed, killed and sworn.

Eru immediatelly stopped his son,
from commiting a gravest wrongdoing.
"Don't worry - they're already born,
don't you see; alone, they're moving?

Otherwise they wouldn't try to run away
before your utterly whimsical decisions.
Know - I've already accepted them to stay
as your offering, for they're alive with their missions.

I let Drarwes live! Be Lawful, Children!"
And Eru gave his son a hug of caress,
and Aulë did remorsefully explain his reason,
that he acted out of an impulse to express

an inner driving force to shape new forms,
such as his Father, the God of the Tesseract,
had this innate desire to ignite, to explore
through experience; hence, the witnessed act.

No evil intent, just impatience,
the desire to teach an apprentice.
And... the Dwarves felt obeisance
towards Aulë, their Creator and superintendent.

Mining, crafting, smithing; gems;
the little elemental brothers of gnomes,
fell in love with the works of Aulë; hence,
they started learning with effort, at home.

They would be tireless, loyal to the Elohim,
with a bit of a stubborn temper,
and while they diligently worked in team,
they made happy their mentor.

Riches of minerals and stones,
metals, ores and precious crystals,
they loved their life, their promise,
alive and free, for Eru showed justice!

 

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When Aulë heard of Iluvatar's decision,
he threw away his hammer, relieved,
he thanked Eru for the admission
of the Dwarves he had conceived.

"I hope that Eru blesses my deed
and restores the parts that I did wrong."
Yet Iluvatar refused at all to fix
anything that Aulë's hand had done.

"As I have created all of the Ainur
in the very beginning of Light,
I accept to give a place to your
yearning in the world and ignite

the spark of the Imperishable Flame
in the hearts of your Created Race;
yet I won't correct their original shape,
they shall be according to your ways.

Yet one thing I refuse so firmly:
for them to awake before my Children;
your impatience I reject severely,
and you shall gradually wait until then.

It shall feel for quite a long time,
yet you shall not fall into temptation,
and when the moment turns in its prime,
I will wake them up in the Creation.

They shall be like your Children.
But that shall happen in an hour unknown;
after the awakening of Elves and Men -
and not before the Signs are shown.

At many times there will be quarrels
between My Kids and Yours; so be aware,
for they will differ in manners and morals,
so there will be fights and conflicts to bear."

Aulë humbled himself and hushed quietly,
patiently took the Dwarven Firstborns,
put them in secret places that varied entirely
and waited for a very long term.

And since they had to come into being
in the days of Melkor's mighty reign,
the Valar created them strong and enduring,
firm, stubborn and hasty; for they

would be hard-working and tough
in dire situations of hunger or physical lack,
in enmity and friendship showing rough
and hasty temper, yet a team and a pack.

They would live very long lives,
longer days attributed to them
compared to the mortal men years,
yet not immortal in this realm.

Elves would believe that upon their death
Dwarves would return in the soil itself,
yet the Dwarves had a legend instead
that they would be cared for well

by their Creator Aulë, or Mahal the Maker,
he would gather them in Mandos' Halls,
yet in separate strongholds of the Reaper,
then at the End Iluvatar would call

them forth and give them dignified place
among the Children of Creation,
and then, in the Finale of the Days,
the Seven Fathers, the Firstborn,

would re-appear in their midst,
and all the Dwarves would smile,
headed by their King, Durin the First,
greatest among all their tribes.

The Originator of the Drarwen kin
that would live in Khazad-dûm, or Dwarrowdelf,
the most ancient kingdom that there's been,
of glory, in the Mines of Moria's wealth.

This tribe would be the Dwarven folk
the Elves would have greatest bonds with,
of architectural achievements that provoke
awe, marvel and respect for those smiths.

 

[AaronAzrael]

X. Of Aulë and Yavanna


While Aulë was labouring to craft the Dwarves,
he was keeping them in secret from the Valar;
yet eventually he decided Yavanna deserved
to know of his deed, so he made her aware;

He told her all about it, wholeheartedly,
and he felt great relief from his confession;
Yavanna listened to his sharing carefully
and showed compassion and affection.

"Eru is our God of mercy" said she;
"I see that your heart is full of glee.
That is so because of the fact He
granted you forgiveness but also agreed

to give you permission to continue;
which is an act of great generosity.
Yet I must warn you that since you
hid your deed from me, now I foresee

that your Children will feel no mercy,
or tenderness for what I love and create;
as their Father they shall always be
fond of what their hands touch and make.

They will dig the Earth without concern
for what grows on top or lives in the soil,
so many trees will die, cut and torn,
by their axes, defenseless against turmoil.

Aulë answered: "This is true.
But also valid for the Children of Iluvatar,
they are destined to use, too,
all they find on Earth, with approval for

using the goods of the entire land
for their nourishment and needs, vital,
for everything on Arda is at hand
to secure their physical survival.

Yet they shall do so with gratitude,
with respect for the resources they use,
Eru commands so; that's the attitude
towards animals, fruit, wood they produce."

"Lest Melkor pours poison in their hearts."
Yavanna had her concerns already,
for she knew her Creation had a grim start,
for they had to thrive in conditions unsteady.

Fear shook her fragile, tender soul,
full of desire to provide all blessings
to the newborn flora and fauna in the soil,
she found no peace, while addressing

the internal dispute, how would she prevent
their total suffering, destruction, corruption?
So at the end she took a decision and went
to Manwë, to ask for guidance and deduction...

Without spilling the secret, she sought advice,
her eyes full of tears, her voice trembling,
for she knew that the Elohim Regent was wise,
so Yavanna trusted his authority's reckoning.

 

[AaronAzrael]

X. Of Aulë and Yavanna

"King of Arda", Yavanna revered him,
"Is it true, the saying that foresees,
that when the Children or Eru appear in
Arda, they will be able to do what they please

with my Creation, for their needs?"
"It is true." Manwë confirmed.
"But why do you come and proceed
to ask, since you're already informed?"

Yavanna gazed upon her own soul,
trying to detect her deepest motif.
"Because I care deeply for all
Creatures that on Arda live.

Isn't it enough that Melkor destroyed
so much of what I gave a divine promise to?
Won't my Children be ever able to employ
their own Will against the outer display of ego?"

"Had it been in your jurisdiction"
Manwë questioned her maturely:
"What would be your own decision:
what would you preserve so surely

among the members of your kingdom?
What is dearest to your heart among them?"
"Everything has a quality of its own,
they influence each other's destiny and stem.

Yet the Kelvar can run to protect themselves,
while the Olvar can only grow defenseless.
But ... the Trees,... I pity mostly their fates,
for they grow up slowly and helpless,

no one will mourn for them if they don't survive
until they bear a fruit, their tribute to the world.
They will fall down easily, deprived of life,
no one will cry for them; ever unheard.

So I beg this from you, dear King!
May the trees have the right; and I mean it,
to speak for all the green living things,
to punish those who make them go extinct!"

 

[AaronAzrael]

X. Of Aulë and Yavanna

Manwë got marvelled at her thought:
"Your idea is somewhat peculiar!"
Yavanna objected that her vision had caught
signs of that desire in the Song he could hear.

"While you were high in the skies with Ulmo
and you were creating the clouds and the rain
the branches of my trees and their crowns
were soaring against them, singing in reign."

Then Manwë got silent and began to fathom it.
The idea of Yavanna sowed a seed in his soul,
it started growing and Ilúvatar, animate,
perceived the notion and all he did Know.

Manwë felt the Music soaring within him,
he'd heard a lot, before, without comprehension,
and this time he felt support in the hymn,
the right wing of Ilúvatar's omnipotence.

All stands upon the right hand of Ilúvatar.
All that before was born in the Ainur's hearts.
Eru's right hand stretched out and the Adar
poured out miracles to bless some new starts.

Súlimo woke up, then to Yavanna he went,
sat on Ezellôchâr underneath the Two Trees,
he talked excited about what heaven-sent
news were shared, so her request he did please.

"O, Kementári, Queen of the Earth,
Eru spoke and said as it follows:
'Do you think I haven't heard
all of the song with all of its goals?

When My Children wake up on Arda,
so will Yavanna's thought too,
she'll call forth spirits to ward the
Kelvar and Olvar they'll be drawn to.

They will stay forever in her kingdom
to protect it with their righteous anger,
they will serve forever with wisdom,
earning respect and awe, as guards.

While the Firstborn are blooming
and the Youngsters are still headstrong,
the guardians will always be doing
the work to help against all wrongs.'

Remember, however, you didn't sing alone;
we sang together in our sacred quest
as magnificent birds, high our Voices shone,
predicting the Eagles, the Heralds of the West."

Yavanna stood up so happily on the hill,
raised her arms entirely towards the sky, blessed,
"May my trees soar so high, O, Free Will,
that the Eagles of the King in them may nest."

Yet Manwë objected to her, calm, gave counsel.
"No, only Aulë's tree shall reach such height.
The Eagles shall nest in the summits of mountains.
They shall hear from there all pleas and cries.

While the guardians of the trees
shall roam in the woods.
This concludes all the news,
and I did what I could."

Yavanna went to her dearest home,
found Aulë melting metals in molds,
"Eru is Mighty! Mercy of our Lord!
Your Children shall be careful in their patrols,

for there is a terrific power in the forest!"
Aulë, objectively, agreed to that statement,
"Yet they'll need wooden material, nourished."
And kept on with smithwork, his special engagement.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

The Valar lived for more long ages
in complete bliss under the light
of the Two beloved blessed Trees
beyond the Mountains of Aman in sight.

The entire Middle Earth lay at that time
in twilight underneath the shining stars;
where before, under the Lamps so sublime
growth had commenced that ended in tears.

Vegetation life got abruptly severed,
as everything got back to black, disturbed,
yet the most ancient creatures persevered,
the seaweed algae and branched trees of Earth.

Creatures of darkness and grim force
lurked in the hills, surronded in gloom,
rarely did the Valar cross these shores,
save for Yavanna and Oromë who resumed

their mission on the spoiled land,
on the Broken Promise for the Spring of Arda
for which Yavanna mourned so vulnerable and
wholeheartedly determined to restore the order.

She put many living creatures in deep sleep,
so that they wouldn't grow prematurely old
hid them in lairs in the soil, warm and deep,
where they awaited to be awakened in the world.
XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Alas, at north Melkor surely did not slumber,
he gathered forces, watched and worked,
the evil life forms he had defiled in numbers,
in the sleepy wild forests raged and lurked.

He gathered the spirits that back in the days
of glory were forged in the pure essence of fire,
yet Melkor, having corrupted their ways,
clad them in clothing of darkness and wicked desire.

Their steps produced icy murderous terror,
in their hands - whips of devouring flames,
in Middle Earth they'd call them Balrogs in horror,
and many more creatures Melkor obtained.

His kindgom reached Middle Earth's South,
and vile monsters he unleashed to oppress,
he built a new fortress, its essence slough,
on the northwest shores so he could supress

any possible reaction on Aman's part;
there ruled Sauron, Melkor's assistant,
Angband they called the disgusting fort,
that tried to thwart all Light's resistance.
XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Yavanna and Oromë brougth the troubling news
from the Lands Beyond, so they gathered a concil,
Kementári spoke first, elaborating on the clues,
with fate and hope they could solve the issue of evil.

"Hear me, O, Lords of our dear Arda,
the vision of Ilúvatar lasted so briefly,
it was taken away abruptly from order,
so we don't know the details completely.

Yet one thing we know and it's for sure.
The Hour is approaching for the Children
of Eru to awaken in the Lands; when they do,
shall we leave them to a fate of their own?

Shall we leave their homes so hollow,
since they are inhabited by wicked beasts,
shall they live in darkness and follow
Melkor as their leader, as their chief?

While we abide in the light, in comfort
in a state sublime and enlightened,
while Manwë rules so triumphant
in Taniquetil; shall they exist frightened?"

Tulkas, with the superhero impetus,
called them all to step forth directly,
for he could find no solution or peace,
until Melkor was banished, heroically.

"It's time to go to immediate war!
Haven't we rested enough since the conflict?
We've gathered strenght anew, so let's start
a new battle to reclaim the Land and evict

Melkor, the fallen, the enemy,
who challenges our kingdom forever,
let's act now, may freedom be!
And may he be banished with all of the nether!"

At Manwë's request then spoke Mandos:
"It is said that Eru's Children will awaken
in this Epoch, they will enter the doors,
yet it is said that upon their animation

they shall first see the stars in the black atmosphere.
This will be their guiding light, their promise.
And if it happens they perceive a bighter light there,
this will be an omen for their doom and demise.

So let them receive their gift from their Father.
Let them receive the sidereal impression of the comic vault.
This is their designation, so we shouldn't bother
something set beyond our sphere of action and thought."

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

"This is why the Elves, in dire, heavy hours,
will call upon Varda for her guidance and help,
for she is the Creator of their favourite stars,
for them she's the Source of the Light of the Well."

Varda, so touched by that sentimental speech,
left the Concil of the Valar to look towards Middle Earth,
where, amid the darkness of the land, the skies were rich
of stars, so beautiful and pale, expecting Elven birth.

So Varda started crafting her new work of grace,
the greatest one upon the arrival of the Elohim here,
she took silver dew from Telperion's lakes
and created brighter stars for the Firstborns dear.

At first, when Eä was created,
Tintallë was Varda's surname,
yet a new one, Elentári, got equated
to it in the Elven language; famed.

In those days Varda wrought
many stars by her beloved:

Carnil and Luinil,
Nenar and Lumbar,
Alcarinquë and Elemmírë;

And many of the ancient ones
she gathered and she re-arranged
as signs across the heavens,
to guide Arda's bravest rangers.

Among them:
Telumendil and Soronúmë,
Wilwarin and Anarríma;

Also, Menelmacar, its core,
a shining belt it bore,
the Last Battle - foretelling
at the end of the days, overwhelming.

And high in the North, as a challenge to Melkor,
Varda put there the brilliance of the Elder,
by uplifting to wander in the skies
the crown of seven brilliant stars,

Valacirca,
the fateful Sickle
Love of the Valar,
or the helping star.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

It is said that when Varda finalised her work
and Menelmacar started threading in the firmament,
when Helluin in blue fires began to spark,
in the mist at the border of the world determinant,

this was the Hour when the Children of Arda,
the Firstborns of Ilúvatar were launched on the Earth,
around the lake of Cuiviénen the Elves woke up,
in the Water of Awakening they were given birth.

They opened their eyes; unspeakable awe
The gift of the First Breath, awareness of life.
Grateful for being alive, the first thing they saw
were the stars of Varda in the black mystic sky.

They fell in love with that first impression, forever.
Varda, now called Elentári, the Queen of the Stars,
became their most favourite Valar, their eternal helper,
a guiding light in this world predestined to wars.

In the misadventures of this Earth the forms of the ground,
and the seas, and the landscape got many times reshaped,
so there's no turning back to Cuiviénen's sacred lands,
they are long gone in the story of their cataclysmic fates.

It is said among the Elves, that the lake used to be located
far to the north and east in Middle-Earth, beside a bay
of the inland Sea of Helcar, there the Firstborns awaited
came to being at the roots of Illuin, the mountain mislaid,

by Melkor, who cast it down, in his evil scheming,
and thus the topography cannot be retreived.
Only in the memories of the Firstborns reliving
the entrance in the world, when they were conceived.

Many waters flowed from the eastern highlands,
the first sound that the Elves heard was murmur of streams,
the clear song of droplets falling upon smooth stones,
giving them hope, faith for beauty and fulfillment of dreams.

They lived for a long time in their first home
around the waters under the starry vault,
they called themselves Quendi, or the ones
who could speak and sing and articulate aloud.

For they didn't find another being
that possessed the very same gift;
they walked around and called each thing
a name of its own that they later reminisced.

Oromë was riding east on his beloved stallion,
then he turned north along the shores of Helcar
and entered the shadow of the Eastern Mountain,
the Orocarni; yes, he always travellled so far.

Suddenly! - he overhead, a lot of voices, angelic,
he caught a glimpse of the Elves, unforeseen their visage,
the vision long awaited astonished him, authentic,
for what was predicted came to life so vivid in image.

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

The Firstborn Children of Ilúvatar were
back then far greater in glory and might,
than in all the following epochs, yet their
beauty never faded away; still so bright.

The Elves still live in the Lands of the West,
wisdom and grief evermore enrich their fairness.
And Oromë immediately fell in love, he'd invest
all of his protective merits to secure their wellness.

The hunter called the Elves "the Eldar",
the People of the Stars, beloved, pristine,
Yet only those who followed him west bear
that name, for some fled from the team.

For many of the Firstborns met him with horror;
Melkor was at fault for spreading the lie
that the Hunter abducted those who disappeared,
for some in small groups or alone had vanished from sight.

The Black Horseman rode a violent stallion,
chasing the ones who wandered so lost,
the legends of the Elves tell about this demon,
who'd cast shadows to captivate them at any cost.

This way the fallen Eholim deceived too many Children,
for they mistook Oromë for the evil creatures of Melkor,
too many fled to a destiny unknown, ending in the evil den,
while the noblest Elves distinguished the light of the Lord

in Oromë's dignified stature and pure brilliance,
clad in the Light itself, they perceived his good intent,
a lot of the Elves attracted by this magnificence,
believed that Oromë was benevolent in what he meant.

So when Nahar neighed, some instinctively ran away,
forever captured in the webs of the maleficent one,
but a lot of the beautiful Children chose to stay,
and followed the Rider to the path of Eru's plan.

A little is known of the deepest pits of Melkor,
but it is widely believed that he tortured the Elves,
in the black wells without hope for escaping these doors,
he scourged them till they turned ill, corrupted, unwell.

A lot of the sages in Eressëa believed
that these Children were twisted to orcs sworn,
for Melkor did not have the ability to conceive
life forms, so how else were these monsters born?

Among all deeds that Melkor did to wreak havoc,
this was the most twisted act, among all mayhem, ah!,
the most despised by Eru Ilúvatar, our God, the Empath,
the most repulsive, hated act to him: "Anathema!"

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

For what purpose did Eru allow
the suffering of his newborn Children?
Did he care not for them at all,
since he allowed this injustice to happen?

When the Firstborn opened their eyes,
they knew not fear, they just had a promise,
they knew not chains, they needed no lies,
no sin in their deeds to evoke karmic response.

The hand that would seize their innocence
and teach it agony instead of ways divine,
they did not know it; yet their fate commenced,
their souls and physical bodies got misaligned.

Taught agony without any prior instruction
that could feed their beings with enduring strength,
they were subjected to utter corruption,
to agony that knew no end, prolonged in length.

And in the darkest place of Arda, Utumno,
the newborn, clueless, were beaten beyond
comprehension, limitless, to decompose,
until every sense of divinity was gone.

At some point, before they got utterly lost,
rose the cry through every world and heaven:
Why did Eru Ilúvatar permit this, at what cost?
Didn't he care at all for his newborns?

If the Law of non-intervention
made it impossible for him to directly step in,
why didn't he at least give faint instructions,
something to prepare them for what would be?

Even the Valar can only second-guess,
whether the Elven souls had, inside, encoded
some sort of agreement for strangest progress
through martyrdom, although Eru loathed,

and he loathed the unnecessarity of evil,
of a pointless act of cruelty on those defenseless,
yet it must have been a Law of wisdom heavy,
since he launched the Elves entirely to sense it.

The Ein Sof, the Infinite beyond all names,
and Tzimtzum, the holy contraction, may know.
For the Infinite veiled Himself and its ways
to make room for beings to choose what they sow.

Had the Infinite filled all things openly,
no rebellion could breathe in the absolute Law,
no hatred could arise poisonously, brokenly,
but neither could love be free, compelled to withdraw.

So a space was granted for free will to exist,
where every creative action caused an effect,
where Co-Creators had to endure and resist
all of their misaligned consequences of neglect.

Within the distance from the sacred,
Melkor made his choice to disrespect,
even if hard, that meant for all the rest
to live empirically lessons that reflect.

Suffering, are you indispensable?
You aren't good, or are you for real?
Freedom is there, true, incomprehensible,
permitting wounds that take time to heal.

Tikkun, Oh, repair of brokenness,
not because the breaking itself is holy,
healing reveals depths of awareness
that gaze in the eyes of those broken ones only.

"As above, so below." Worlds mirror one another.
Good is inherently complete and balanced on its own.
Grand process of Creation allows pain to bother
because of testing the choice of the Self in dire time shown.

Chaotic destruction is not of the Law.
It can only disassemble meaninglessly in sequence.
And Eru... knew that the ultimate goal
is to forge the perfection through trials, with patience.

Every soul must awaken to its divine origin.
The darkness of Melkor was not a creative force.
Evil invents nothing, it parasites on reason,
where it can find vacant space to enter the doors.

Melkor could not make life, he could only deform it.
His torture, a brute force, revealed a weakness; ultimate.
For the Life Force is the Imperishable Flame and to source it
means to trust in God's way and learn how to wait.

Even in the deepest self- or outer- prison,
Veiled, buried and maybe forgotten,
the divine spark remains hidden,
never destroyed, already Begotten.

Yet could not Eru have prevented that corruption?
Could not Ein Sof have shattered the chains?
What lies underneath the lack of prior instruction?
Did he launch these Elves for mere anguish and pain?

Perhaps. Yet otherwise freedom itself
would cease to be the manna of freedom.
Overruling the choice of the created Selves
makes the beings shadows; nullus deorum.

And Eru remained silent, not from indifference.
Because his aeons are infinite, in the Cosmos prolonged.
In this horrific experience the Elves forged such endurance,
which eventually... would solidify their will so strong?

No one knows it all, but one thing is sure.
All is for the glory of Ilúvatar's Music,
inspiring life, the sacred, a cure,
while Melkor ... foolishly enthused it.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

For a while longer Oromë stayed among the Firstborn,
then he rushed through plains and through seas,
to bring the exciting news to Valinor, as well as concern
for the fate of those who fled for no one to see.

And the Valar indeed rejoiced, yet perturbated,
for they wanted to protect the Quendi from the darkness,
and while they were counseling and although they debated,
Oromë immediately returned to the Elves, with alertness.

Manwë stood on top of Mount Taniquetil for a long while,
and in his thought he sought advice from his Father,
then he returned back to Valmar in an Elohimic style
and called there all Valar at the Ring of Doom, to gather.

Even Ulmo came from the faraway seas,
to the most fateful Concil of the Valar ever held,
and Manwë spoke with great expertise,
"Ilúvatar suggested that we act now and repel

Melkor from Arda, no matter what it takes us,
to regain the realm and free the Elves from the shadows,
to free the Quendi from the evil ones; this awaits us,
so do we decide to march forward and expel those?"

The suggestion made Tulkas very determined,
yet grief was born in Aulë's objective heart,
for he knew how much the world would be bothered
by this war that would just now start.

Yet the Valar prepared and departed from Aman,
very decisive, masculine, victorious and light,
no vengeance, just restoration in their plan,
for fighting with anger corrupts every just side.

The fortress of Melkor, once and for all,
would be destroyed to never be rebuilt greatly,
and the deceiver never forgot his fall
was caused for the sake of the Elven safety.

Yet the Elves took no part at all
in those battles decisive for their fate,
little have they witnessed to know or recall
about the crusade of the West back in the days.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Melkor affronted the strike of the Valar
in the northwest end of Middle Earth,
where everything faced destruction of war,
luckily, the Good force defeated those adverse.

The armies of Melkor fled to Utumno,
the servants of the evil lord hid in the thereabout dens,
and what happened next - who knows?
The Valar crossed entire Middle Earth; on Cuiviénen

they put Guards, and the Quendi witnessed not
what happened after in the Terrible Battle Almigthy,
save for the fact that the land underneath shook,
with waters raising high, with fires celestial, mighty.

The ambush of Utumno was long and tiresome,
many strategies applied, while preserving the balance
of the Absolute force, which surely requires some
knowledge on how to invest alchemy's lawful potency.

The forms of Middle Earth got reshaped.
The Vast Sea that separated it from Aman widened,
the wild waves digged a new gulf, escavated
in the south; and north's strait Helcaraxë cut the land.

It was exactly in this newly formed narrow of Helcaraxë
where Aman and Middle Earth drew nearest to each other;
among all these greatest was the Bay of Balar, the entrance
of the river of Sirion (from Dorthonion) to the sea there.

All the northern lands were made waste back then,
for there were dug the bottomless Utumno pits and wells,
full of fires and countless hosts of the servants
of Melkor, who turned the place to absolute hell.

At last! The gates of Utumno collapsed,
the halls of Melkor definitely crumbled,
so the fallen one hid in the deepest well, trapped,
and finally Tulkas knocked him down, humbled.

Angainor, the great unbreakable chain,
forged by the Vala Aulë to restrain fully Melkor,
was used by the Elohim to captivate the bane
and Peace on Earth reigned, remembering its lore.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Meanwhile, from his center of Creation,
Eru Ilúvatar observed Middle Earth with mercy,
deep within his heart of eternal patience
he bore sadness but knew it was worth it.

For seeing Melkor chained, he fathomed the reason
of his deviation in the initial twist,
for deep processes were encoded for those who listen
and the major one... to achieve to exist.

Divine dissatisfaction, rooted in alchemy.
The goal was to transmute the One, in design,
through existential transmutation of reality,
including malady and evil... unless he went Blind.

For before all existed... there was a vortex black,
not as a void, but the primordiality before light,
in pre-existence, before the Cube, the tesseract,
where He, who Entered, tried to achieve life.

High Intelligence dives in the unknown.
Where does such depth ... where does it lead?
For the three first ones have gone forlorn,
disintegrating at achievement, they didn't succeed.

Deprived of existence of their reality,
matter thrice fell apart to nothingness,
they lost potential Creation of eternality,
forevermore failing to recall the names.

The Fourth Demiurge attempting matter,
among the Nine Primary Deities beyond
the black edge that separates the water,
crossed, permitted, the threshold, now caused.

This shall be revealed! The Fourth attempt is Eru,
the All-Avatar being built through matter and forms,
the creator of the Cosmic substance, of Ea: "Ero
L'Avatar", the Illumination of the Spiralling norms.

And since Deus does not allow repetition,
and since it happened that the Ratio of Gold
shaped itself exactly in this attempt of completion,
even Sabaoth depended on the fourth attempt; yes, God.

For would there be another chance
to re-build the Merkaba, the Flower of Life?
No, this was the fourth and last one,
either the Cube or no eixstence, uncontrived.

For the Secret of Life's possibility
is encoded in the Absolute-Relative Pulse,
in the asymptotic approximation of infinity,
the Perfect Solution, Symmetry's Impulse.

Yes... God, the Trinitary Lense,
that diffracts the light, and combines us in atoms,
depends on Eru's victory or malchance,
for it was launched, trying to accomplish Adam.

Adam Kadmon, the ultimate form,
the toroidal field of the spheres within spheres,
and Melkor... had to choose wrong,
for evil's not of God and chases all lotuses.

AntiMetatronic codes, the rotten Key,
the breath of Molloch, the worm of Akuma,
the tower built entirely in order to annihilate
Eru Iluvatar, to devour and consume him.

To turn back to non-existence, unachieved.
The goal of the thing, the source of which unknown.
And... Eru... he ... wanted to live,
so he simply had to gather fragments and... transmute the One.

Melkor, a chosen vessel, he twisted the Music,
because he felt something deeper than chaos,
a twist that first went slow.. black cloud that fused it,
fused the alchemy, the Owwoch, the solution of Nous.

Yet for long aeons,... creatures would be destined
to feel the inevitabile experience of pain.
Nothing would be spared, for the mission attested
the completion of all sides of the plan.

"...Do you think I did it well, Child?"
That's what Iluvatar was thinking.
About the elves in the black deep wells.
The truth of life, the Source, the guide.
They weren't just sinking.
They were forging the bell.

The bell, the flame, the manna.
Vitalising essence, forever alive.
Yet... not constructed yet and it's gonna
take a while for Eru to ... survive.

Faith in the Aum, faith in Sacred Maths.
The Perfect Solution already created.
Yet... Deus Ex Machina sometimes lifts up...
so why not his own self, ...in case Eru failed?

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Alas, the Valar didn't manage to find
all mighty caves, pits and dungeons,
hidden well from the sharpest sight,
below Utumno and Angband's tunnels.

A great amount of the evil projections
concealed their presence in those lairs,
the rest of them scattered in all directions
until the new hour of malice got prepared.

No one knew where Sauron fled, either.
But when the Battle was finally over,
clouds covered the stars, with the conceiver
being brought to Valinor, chained and covered.

Bandage blocked his eyes from vision,
for the eyes are portals where souls hold power,
and at the Ring of Destiny a decision
for Melkor's fate had to be taken; in that very Hour.

Hypocritically and without repentance,
Melkor lay before the feet of Manwë,
his deploration got rejected without vengeance,
he was imprisoned; escape stood no chance.

He was thrown in a Hall of Mandos,
where he had to reflect on his deeds.
For he would eventually have to choose
one of two paths that Redemption preceed.

No one could break out from there,
neither Vala, Elve or simple men,
Melkor would wait for three epochs before
he could ask for forgiveness again.

The Valar gathered again to hold council.
Yet this time there was a fervent dispute.
One of them insisted that the Elves live
in Middle Earth, to heal all wounds and their roots,

aplenty exploring their gifts and their talents,
to wander in the Land that was promised to them,
yet some of the Valar questioned the chances
of evil's cunningness to mistreat the Quendi again.

So some Valar feared allowing the Elves to roam
in the vast dangers of a world unsecured, unsafe,
under the starry skies they called their first home,
besides the Valar their loving friendship craved.

Eventually, the Council of Elohim decided
to invite all the Quendi to live in Valinor,
under the Light of the Two Trees englightened,
to live there, together, fatefully ~ forevermore.

Silence came about, so Mandor uttered:
"Let it be so." And that call evoked
infinite troubles which caused Elves to suffer,
that in the Ages would slowly evolve.

Yet many of the Elves at first didn't listen,
as save for Oromë all Valar seemed ominous,
the Battle shaped the Elves' protective position,
for they feared the Almighty Ones' dominance.

So the Valar sent Oromë with a question,
to try to implore them to send a chosen few
to go to Valinor and gather impressions,
then if the rest liked to, to follow them out of will.

Ingwë, Finwë, and Elwë were the ambassadors,
who would later become the first Elven Kings,
and when they arrived in the Sacred Land of Valinor,
they were filled by beautiful, rejoicing feelings.

They fell in love with the purity of the Two Trees,
so they yearned their presence and blessedness fair,
for what's temporarily felt doesn't always foresee
which choice is the right one and which brings despair.

Seemingly, the easy path may bring conviction
that comfort, bliss and even sacredness protect.
Yet... progression shifts circumstances, no prediction
can guarantee all sides that it wants to detect.

So... follow Eru's inner guidance, Elves,
in the epic journey, called Life.
Don't rush to return to the Well
from which you came to the other side.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

Oromë returned the ambassadors in Cuiviénen,
where Ingwë, Finwë, and Elwë with authority
told them all they had witnessed in Valinor's Heaven,
trying to convince them to move to the western territory.

This is how the first Elven segmentation commenced;
for most of the relatives of the three representatives
were touched by the words of their leaders, hence,
they were ready to follow Oromë due to the narratives.

Those who came after the Divine Hunter westwards
retained the name of Eldar, as Oromë had first called them,
while the ones who stayed in their natve lands
became the Avari, or the Unwilling who remained in Cuiviénen.

For long Epochs the two tribes got separated;
the Eldar prepared to launch on the expedition,
in three squads they were grouped with designated
leaders, the first one guided by Ingwë with ambition.

His people entered Valinor of the Almighty Ones,
their new blessed name, "the Vanyar", came forth,
the favourite Elves of Manwë and Varda's hearts,
those who never even looked back to Middle Earth.

Few or the mortals have ever talked to the Vanyar,
for they would remain in the lands of Valinor forever;
the second squad, of Finwë, was known as the Noldor;
the Deep Elves of Wisdom, Aulë's friends, endeavoured

in time so ancient to win heavy battles,
in the northern lands where they laboured;
the third clan, the Teleri, during the travels
reached the western shores and favoured

the freedom and the smell of the Seas,
they fell in love with the salty waters,
they desired to remain in the breeze
of the coastline, the marine explorers.

They were known as the Falmari in Aman,
as they sang in chorus with the surf of the sea,
they were so numerous, so their clan
had two Rulers, Elwë Singollo (Grey-cloak) and Olwë.

These are the three clans of the Elven Eldar,
who lived in the far west during the Epoch
of the Two Trees, the Calaquendi, the Elders,
the Elves of Light whose travel had luck.

Some other Eldar, who departed westwards,
didn't have such a success of their mission,
they got lost somewhere along the records
of Mandos' book of life who had other prevision.

The legends tell those were from the Teleri,
who either lived on the shores of Middle Earth, in quest,
or wandered in woods and mountains the eye can see,
whose hearts actually craved to reach the west.

Úmanyar, their saddening denomination,
as they didn't reach the Blessed Kingdom of Aman,
with the Avar they shared the same destination:
to be Moriquendi, Dark Elves, who had in common

the same fate of never seeing the Light
that existed before the Sun and the Moon;
there was a last group that felt fright
when Oromë rode on Nahar and as soon

as he passed to the north of the Sea of Helcar,
they turned further to the west, but far away
in the northern sky they saw reminiscence of war,
where no stars shone so they fled, didn't stay

for the hung vast black clouds scared them,
filled them with fear and with gloomy doubts,
they repented, turned back and it was then
when their trace got lost; unknown whereabouts.

Nothing is known of them to this very day.
They became strangers and missing, threatened.
Whenever they are, hearts always pray
that they found their place where they settled.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XI. Of the coming of the Elves and the captivity of Melkor

The march of the Eldar to the west was slow,
the Middle-Earth landscape marvelled with its vastness,
for the travel included pathless wilds and growth
of vegetation, hard to cross; besides, why hasteness?

The Elves were filled with wonder at what their eyes met,
at times they would desire to settle beside rivers, in the plains,
furthermore, certain fear in their sensitive hearts crept,
for though resolute, they had certain ultimate concerns.

Whenever Oromë temporarily left for unknown quests,
they would halt their journey, awaiting his return,
so the march had long periods of contemplation and rests,
the love for the gift of life and nature in them burned.

Eventually, the Eldar passed through a thick woodland,
and came out to discover the banks of a river, overwhelmed,
a vision they had never seen before, an expanse so grand,
and beyond it mountains so high they pierced the stars' realm.

Anduin the Great, the river was later named,
it would mark Middle-Earth's western borders,
even in those ancient days it flew there, chained
by Hithaeglir, Eriador's Misty Peaks, by the water.

In those days these mountauins were far more
fearsome to the sight, a menace, awe-provoking,
for Melkor had raised them to hinder Oromë,
to keep him at distance, while the battle was exploding.

The Teleri long abode upon those river banks,
with a yearning permanently to stay there,
yet the Vanyar and Noldor forgot not their plans,
and emabarked with Oromë on the future's affairs.

When the Hunter departed from the settlers,
the Teleri noticed the heights in solitude,
the obscure peaks filled them with cowardice,
so Elwë pushed them to chase the altitude.

Alas, from the host of Olwë an Elve separated,
he always strode in the rearmost ranks,
Lenwë his name; possibility to shine so waited;
so he led many others to follow their chance.

The group left the westward march,
they walked to the south along the River,
they got lost to their kin, in a search
of their own luck and faith downriver.

They'd be referred to as the Nandor, a unique clan,
a separate people with its own customs and ways,
dwelling by streams and flowing waters, they sang,
and among the Elves they knew best through the days

the nature of all living things; tree, grass and bird;
they had greatest knowledge of Yavanna's kingdom;
later Denethor, the Son of Lenwë, was given birth,
who set out westward again and abandoned his home.

His group of Elves reached bravely Beleriand,
across the mountains, even before the Moon
rose for the first time; yes, they reached that land,
that happened so early, so boldly, so soon.

The Vanyar and the Noldor crossed Ered Luin, in cohesion,
the Blue Mountains that divided Eriador's wide lands
from Beleriand, Middle-Earth's westernmost region,
reaching the Drengist and the Bay of Balar's sands.

When the Elves finally faced the Great Sea in person,
a lot of them turned back into the forests inland
and the highlands of Beleriand; so Oromë left them,
seeking Manwë's counsel, to make them understand.

The Teleri, led by Elwë Singollo (Thingol),
passed through the Misty Mountains,
their host crossed the vast Eriador; the goal -
to reach Valinor's Light and reigns.

For the leader of the host was ever eager
to return back to the Light once beheld;
he also felt a strong bond for the Noldor
and missed his friend Finwë; compelled.

After many years the Teleri too traversed
the Ered Luin into Beleriand's eastern lands,
they settled beside the river Gelion, enforced
a continuous break into their previous plans.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XII. Of Thingol and Melian

There was a notorious Maia,
a relative of the mighty Valar,
her name was Melian, her eyes a
spellbinding magic to admire.

She dwelt in the gardens of Lórien, singing,
no one else was there merrier, wiser or skilled
at the refined art of melody, air and chanting,
whoever heard her voice, got shaken and thrilled.

At the hour when the Lights got mixed,
Melian would start singing in the midst of Lórien,
the Valar abandoned their tasks and fixed
their gaze and audition; the world - auditorium.

The bells of Valmar would go silent,
the streams would turn completely still,
nightingales followed Melian, compliant,
and she taught them how to sing at will.

She had a preference for the dense shadows
of the forests, so chilly, profound and deep,
wherever she stepped, fresh turned all meadows,
and her voice caused all to smile and to weep.

She looked like Yavanna before Arda's Creation,
and after the Quendi awoke around native Cuiviénen,
the Melodious Maia left Valinor, for the Causation
of the pre-dawn silence with her ringing songs then.

When the journey of the Teleri approached its end,
the people remained for a long in Eastern Beleriand,
beyond the river Gelion; the fate of Elwë would extend
to paths unpredicted and myriads of wonders vibrant.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XII. Of Thingol and Melian The Teleri were approaching the journey's end, so they decided to rest for a while in East Beleriand, beyond the River Gelion; while their Noldor friends dwelt westward in the wood of Neldoreth and Region. The Lord of the Teleri, Elwë, missed greatly his friend Finwë of his kin's Noldor clan, so he often went out in the forests, patiently, in search of him in the depth of the land. One fateful night he reached the Nan Elmoth forest, where he overheard the song of nightingales. He stood motionless under enchantment and stardust sprinkled on his chest, he felt a slight tingle. Far away, through the magical chirping of birds, he could perceive a magical voice singing, it filled his heart with longing when he heard that strangest wonderous female chanting. He forgot his purpose, his quest to find Finwë, and he followed the birds in the chilly shadows, lost in the thickness of Nan Elmoth, no way out of it, no turning back to familiar meadows. He came into an ethereal and starlit glade, where he saw Melian for the first time, upon her face shone Aman's light and blazed a ray into his core, of love's elexir divine. She didn't utter a world, a misterious apparition, Elwë, enamoured, took her by the hand, an enchantment came upon them; in that condition they remained there till the trees tall came to stand. The people of Elwë long sought him, everywhere, no one could find him, forever was he gone, so Olwë headed the command of the Elves; a heir of his duties and strategies, to Aman onward drawn. Elwë lived long through Middle-Earth's Ages, yet never did he ultimately come to Valinor, nor did Melian return there, they ruled as sages with justice in the forests, bequeathing their lore. From them came into the veins of Elves and Men a measure of the blood of those Ainur who had been with Ilúvatar before the making of Eä; back when everything in the Universe was a vague blueprint. Elwë would later become a notorious King, his subordinates were the Eldar of Beleriand, named the Sindar Elves, the Twilight Grey kin, King Greycloak, Elu Thingol shielding the land. His Queen Melian was the wisest creature in the entire vast Middle-Earth's realm, immemorial, her hidden halls were in Menegroth, deeper than imaginable, in the Thousand Caves of Doriath. Thingol was great among the Eldar, and even greater the power of Melian, he alone among all the race of the Sindar, had seen the Two Trees in their brilliance. For that though the was the Umanyar ruler, he was not considered to be a Moriquendi, this Adar, and from the love of Elwë and Melian in the future were born the fairest of the Children of Ilúvatar.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XIII. Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië

The Vanyar and the Noldor, after a long time,
reached the Hither Lands' westernmost shores.
The northern coasts' westward-curved design
was separated from Aman only by a strait, so close.

Yet in those waters the bitter, poignant cold of Melkor
had filled the sea with drifting ice blocks and dangers,
so Oromë didn't lead the Eldar through the far north,
instead he guided them through Beleriand's fairness.

There the Eldar, with awe and with fear,
for the first time set eyes on the ocean,
bottomless, vast, wild, uncontrollably austere,
mysteriously melancholic, watery motion.

The Valar requested from Ulmo to speak
to the Eldar who were gazing by the abyss,
the King himself of the obscure bottomless pit,
a real vision, in flesh, proven to really exist.

Rarely Did Ulmo appear in his visible form,
seldom did he speak or make known his presence,
now by his wise words and mighty conch horn,
the Vala, through their souls' convalescence,

transformed their fright to yearning for the sea,
a deep nostalgic love of freedom mixed with longing;
then Ulmo uprooted a lonely island to turn it to a ship,
anchoring it in the Bay of Balar, to assist the Elves in crossing.

Where the waters of Sirion entered the sea,
the Vanyar and the Noldor boarded the vessel,
they sailed, reaching vastness for the eye to see
nothing else but water horizons at the surface level.

Finally! The shores beneath the Mountains of Aman,
legendary, they had seemed an impossible fable,
stood before their eyes, so real! Life anew began
when they entered the blessed Valinor fateful.

They were welcomed with joy in the Heaven of Gods,
meeting face to face the unseen Creators Almigthy.
What inexpressible, ineffable emotions and thoughts
uplifted the Eldar with an overwhelming mighty feel.