Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

The story of the Silmarils (... x3 next continuation)

The Valar left the Middle Earth with grief,
they relocated to Aman, the land at west,
its shores washed by the Outer Sea; relief,
a new hope, a fresh start, a place to nest.

The Outer Sea Ekkaia surrounded Arda,
Aman's western coast bathed by that watery pit,
only the Valar knew its verges; or the
location of the the Walls of Night beyond it.

Belegaer, the Great Sea, splashed Aman
from its east side, lost in vastest horizon,
and since Melkor had built a spooky den
in Middle Earth, still roaming, with spies in

the entire place, once a dreamt heaven,
now a crossroads of the fallen creatures,
so the Valar soared the mountain chain,
called the Pelóri, beyond possible reaches,

These Mountains of Aman were the highest
among all of the world's tops and peaks,
Manwë built his throne on these skies' crest,
on the summit itself; seeing into the deeps.

The Elves would name it Taniquetil,
the sacred top of Manwë; fair rule shown;
where judgment isn't vengeful but tranquil,
its other names Oiolossë, Elerína; and so on.

The Sindar Elves would call it Amon Uilos,
from where Manwë and Varda observed
the earth till the far east; Valar source
of all protection and care for the world.

Behild Pelóri's unreachable walls,
the Valar built Valinor, their home.
The gardens, towers and halls,
eternal and imperishable shone.

For there was no sign of withering
in that Fountain of Eternal Youth.
And... it  got better than the Spring
of Arda, and that was the Truth.

Everything there was blessed,
ever renewing itself and thriving,
flowers, stones... all was fresh,
and... immortally enticing.

Love and faith, beloved essences,
in harmony replenished the place,
peace and unison, in fragrances...
all was beautiful and ... full of grace!