Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

The story of the Silmarils (...next continuation)

Tulkas and Aulë were tired,
after the resistance to the overthrown,
so Melkor secretly conspired,
while they were resting at home.

While the beauty was progressing
in the Golden Ratio's unified model,
Manwë was preparing a blessing,
a festival of Hope ... yet Evil

was furtively gathering shadows
somewhere beyond Eä's borders,
alas, the dark Ainu had eyes
amid some treacherous Maiar indoors.

The Valar of Almaren lowered the guard,
light's predisposed never to get worried,
in the harmony of Spring, a youthful chord,
Tulkas and Nessa got happily married.

Illuin, the lamp at north of Middle Earth,
Ormal at its south, they shone in the space,
yet parts of the ground, the depths of the world,
didn't get caressed by their brilliant rays.

Melkor decided the hour commenced.
He crossed the Night Walls from the north,
with his hordes he stood against
all source of Love and imperishable worth.

So he started building a fortress,
under the mountains so somber,
where Illuin couldn't caress
the landscape; he hid yonder.

Utumno, his new den, came into being.
Although with a rather gruesome start.
And he churned with blackness, poisoning
all his tar could reach; declaring a war!