Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of Aulë and Yavanna

The Children of Eru still weren't born,
yet something secretive took place.
In the meantime one Valar would yearn
already to teach a disciple his ways.

Aulë, the Elohim craftsman - because he
was so impatient compared to the Timing
of Ilúvatar, which was flowing so slowly,
created a race of his own mind's designing.

In the darkness of Middle Earth,
while the Valar was yearning
for the Children of Eru's birth,
he started silently working

on the formation of another race;
The Dwarves, the little cave fellows,
who turned out to be brisk in stubbornness,
for the Thought of Aulë would follow

a pattern, kind of vague and rushed,
which reflected on the small men's nature,
yet deep in their hearts they hushed
out of love for mining, crystals and labour.

First he crafted the Seven Dwarven Fathers,
and out of fear for Melkor's grim dominion.
the Valar encoded that the workaholic creatures
be firm, unwavering, obstinate minions.

When Aulë finished the last detail,
he stood there, in loving excitability,
yet Eru appeared, for what he did was wait
yet eventually he asked for accountability.

Once the Valar started teaching
the Dwarves to speak the tongue
he had prepared for speaking,
Eru appeared and Aulë felt wrong.

Eru scolded him severly,
wisely, out of a sage's authority,
"What have you done here?
Beyond your field of creativity?

Is this what you desired -
to act beyond jurisdiction,
where the spark of my Fire
ignites beating prior completion?

Is it good for a creature
to move without their own will?
Giving birth, in that be sure,
concerns the life; it can't be standstill.

For a living creature is responsibility,
a golden promise handed with each life;
every stream needs full credibility
and you have acted on your own, in spite?"

Aulë was already in deepest regret;
full of remorse, he swished his hammer,
for, - disobedience? he did not meant
it; never, not at all; he craved not power.

The little innocent children of Aulë,
with the tiny hopeful eyes and fullest faith in them
in their creator that bore them sincerely,
saw their very own Creator trying to annihilate their stem.

They moved with broken tiny heart,
not understanding why they were born,
why they were given a purest start,
only to be cursed, killed and sworn.

Eru immediatelly stopped his son,
from commiting a gravest wrongdoing.
"Don't worry - they're already born,
don't you see; alone, they're moving?

Otherwise they wouldn't try to run away
before your utterly whimsical decisions.
Know - I've already accepted them to stay
as your offering, for they're alive with their missions.

I let Drarwes live! Be Lawful, Children!"
And Eru gave his son a hug of caress,
and Aulë did remorsefully explain his reason,
that he acted out of an impulse to express

an inner driving force to shape new forms,
such as his Father, the God of the Tesseract,
had this innate desire to ignite, to explore
through experience; hence, the witnessed act.

No evil intent, just impatience,
the desire to teach an apprentice.
And... the Dwarves felt obeisance
towards Aulë, their Creator and superintendent.

Mining, crafting, smithing; gems;
the little elemental brothers of gnomes,
fell in love with the works of Aulë; hence,
they started learning with effort, at home.

They would be tireless, loyal to the Elohim,
with a bit of a stubborn temper,
and while they diligently worked in team,
they made happy their mentor.

Riches of minerals and stones,
metals, ores and precious crystals,
they loved their life, their promise,
alive and free, for Eru showed justice!