Eä's Redemption

[AaronAzrael]

XVI. Of the darkening of Valinor

When Manwë came to know of Melkor's direction,
he deemed it clear where the enemy was headed to;
in his previous lair in Middle Earth, with retrospection,
to revive his device; of which they mostly had no clue.

Oromë and Tulkas rushed to the North in a fruitless pursuit;
they found no hints at the Teleri shores or the wastelands,
expanding to the icy zone; yet Melkor would always convolute,
for he had lured them there, fleeing south with evil plans.

For Melkor was still one of the Valar, doted on with gifts,
he could change his appearance or wander formless,
soon he'd lose his ability to do so and shapeshift,
forever bound to his ugly might but somewhat less.

So, unnoticed, Melkor reached the grim zone of Avathar.
Narrow lands at the north of the Eldamar Bay,
in the eastern foothill of the Pelori that were
still unexplored and unlit; desolate shores and waves.

There, among the steep mountain walls,
the frosty black sea; deepest shadows and dull skies,
in Avathar, Ungoliant undisturbed would strawl,
having built a den in secrecy, with lurking eyes.

The Eldar knew not where she had come from,
some say in ancient epochs Melkor had corrupted her,
first when he had avidly looked at Manwë's kingdom,
she had sworn to serve the evil master and to only hurt.

Soon she renounced the alleged lord, to serve
her gluttony alone and no one else beyond her hunger,
to swallow everything she could, for she starved
no matter what she sucked in, the void was ever under.

She hid in the south, for Oromë and his hunters
had their attention too alerted to the northern lands,
in the unprotected south of Arda, the lair of an abductor,
she remained for a long while, unbothered by no one.

From there she crept to the shine of the Blessed Realm,
for she simultaneously craved the light and despised it,
it made her starve, all her senses it would overwhelm,
ultimately she decided she would eat it; and she eyed it.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XVI. Of the darkening of Valinor

Ungoliant lived in a bottomless chasm,
she acquired the form of a monstrous spider;
she'd weave black nets, reeking of miasm,
in the mountain gorge that would perfectly hide her.

There, she sucked in every form of light
that she managed to maliciously track down;
she spewed forth the substance with spite,
corrupting it to suffocating shadows all around.

She did all that until the light stopped reaching her lair.
Insatiable hunger started corroding her - damnation;
it tormented her with cravings she could not bear,
until it drove her to seek beyond, out of desperation.

Melkor, stealthily, came to Avathar to seek her,
with the visage he wore as a tyrant in Utumno,
a grim master, enormous and scary, who'd hurt
every form of life and hope, just in order to undo.

There, in the blackest adumbration and evil,
that were invisible even to Manwë from his heights,
Melkor and Ungoliant plotted revenge so lethal,
just to satiate vindictiveness that only knew lies.

Yet when Ungoliant knew of Melkor's strategy,
she started doubting, setting inner defensive barriers,
she started hesitating between greed and depravity,
and fear of the Aman's mighty Rulers and warriors.

Because of that she dared not leave her den,
and Melkor started convincing her sweetly, with demand:
"Do as I say, and if you're still hungry, then,
I'll give you whatever you want, with my two hands."

He made a promise, without wavering, as always;
and in his soul, he'd secrety laugh, as he'd usually do;
that's how the big thief lures the small one and employs
them to act as they're told; falsely and without a clue.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XVI. Of the darkening of Valinor

When they departed, Ungoliant entwined
a cloak of darkness, namely of unlight
around Melkor, where everything went blind
and got absorbed without a sign of life.

The eyes couldn't discern anything there,
for Ungoliant had used the fabric of the void, unreal;
she wove her nets, to which she'd adhere,
till she reached, from gorge to crenel, Taniquetil.

She climbed to Hyarmentir, which was the summit
of the mountains at Taniquetil's far south - undefended.
The Valar didn't really actively watch over it,
for at west of the Pelori a crepuscular wasteland extended.

At east the mountains soared above the sea's infinitude,
only underneath the forlorn Avathar a piece of land,
yet now at the top Ungoliant lay dark, preparing for loot,
Melkor climbed, too, and upright, observed and planned.

He glanced at the Preserved Kingdom, his stare was cold,
where Oromë's woods were spreading out so youthfully,
at west the meadows and fields of Yavanna, made of gold,
full of the divine grain, the plants' tribute awaiting fruitfully.

Yet Melkor was watchig to the north, where Valmar lay at peace
with its bright plains and silvery domes, bathed in light,
its source the mixed rays of the Laurelin and Telperion trees;
and he grinned, evil, and his face was a gruesome sight.

He dashed headlong through the long west slopes,
Ungoliant followed him near and her darkness hid him,
and Melkor... knew that now the Valar actively hoped,
for it was a time of their annual Festivity and Faithful Hymns.

 

[AaronAzrael]

XVI. Of the darkening of Valinor

Yavanna had assigned the time for blooming
and for the fruition of all that grew in Valinor merrily.
At every first harvesting of fruit for consuming,
Manwë'd organise a feast for Eru's glory, for prosperity.

All peoples of Valinor would gather on Taniquetil,
to pour their joy in music and songs, and recitals.
Manwë had decided, that time, to make it even feel
ever greater than every other one since the arrival

of the Eldar in Aman, for Melkor's escape did forebode
futue grief and mishaps across the lands of this world;
who knew what he would manage to twist and corrode
before they managed to tame him again, for now undeterred.

So Manwë, nonetheless, wanted to fix the evil
that had arisen in the Noldorin proud hearts,
so he invited them in his palaces in Taniquetil
to put the princely quarrels to an end; a new start.

Manwë hoped the deceit of the enemy would be released,
their peace restored, back to their innate virtue,
for that he'd spend so many days to decorate and he rehearsed,
with fragile hope in his vulnerable soul; he still had no clue.

The Vanyar arrived at the aromatic and romantic setting,
where all was harmonious and overflowing with love,
so did the Noldor from Tirion come for a resetting,
the Maiar and Valar appeared, triumphing, from above.

The population started chanting before Manwë and Varda,
in the infinitude of their beautiful heavenly retreat,
the Elves started dancing, full of faith, belief and ardour,
on the green slopes of the mountains, clueless of defeat.

They observed the Two Trees at west of the mountainous incline,
the ample streets of Valmar became vacant; quiet - Tirion's stairs,
the entire country doozed in calmness and the Trees would shine,
the Teleri would sing beyond, at the sea shores, of shadows - unaware.