Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of the beginning of days (...x8 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.