Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of the beginning of days (...x7 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.