New Challenge: Epic 80s
This month's challenge features hundreds of fresh prompts from the bodacious decade of the 1980s.
Manwë got marvelled at her thought:
"Your idea is somewhat peculiar!"
Yavanna objected that her vision had caught
signs of that desire in the Song he could hear.
"While you were high in the skies with Ulmo
and you were creating the clouds and the rain
the branches of my trees and their crowns
were soaring against them, singing in reign."
Then Manwë got silent and began to fathom it.
The idea of Yavanna sowed a seed in his soul,
it started growing and Ilúvatar, animate,
perceived the notion and all he did Know.
Manwë felt the Music soaring within him,
he'd heard a lot, before, without comprehension,
and this time he felt support in the hymn,
the right wing of Ilúvatar's omnipotence.
All stands upon the right hand of Ilúvatar.
All that before was born in the Ainur's hearts.
Eru's right hand stretched out and the Adar
poured out miracles to bless some new starts.
Súlimo woke up, then to Yavanna he went,
sat on Ezellôchâr underneath the Two Trees,
he talked excited about what heaven-sent
news were shared, so her request he did please.
"O, Kementári, Queen of the Earth,
Eru spoke and said as it follows:
'Do you think I haven't heard
all of the song with all of its goals?
When My Children wake up on Arda,
so will Yavanna's thought too,
she'll call forth spirits to ward the
Kelvar and Olvar they'll be drawn to.
They will stay forever in her kingdom
to protect it with their righteous anger,
they will serve forever with wisdom,
earning respect and awe, as guards.
While the Firstborn are blooming
and the Youngsters are still headstrong,
the guardians will always be doing
the work to help against all wrongs.'
Remember, however, you didn't sing alone;
we sang together in our sacred quest
as magnificent birds, high our Voices shone,
predicting the Eagles, the Heralds of the West."
Yavanna stood up so happily on the hill,
raised her arms entirely towards the sky, blessed,
"May my trees soar so high, O, Free Will,
that the Eagles of the King in them may nest."
Yet Manwë objected to her, calm, gave counsel.
"No, only Aulë's tree shall reach such height.
The Eagles shall nest in the summits of mountains.
They shall hear from there all pleas and cries.
While the guardians of the trees
shall roam in the woods.
This concludes all the news,
and I did what I could."
Yavanna went to her dearest home,
found Aulë melting metals in molds,
"Eru is Mighty! Mercy of our Lord!
Your Children shall be careful in their patrols,
for there is a terrific power in the forest!"
Aulë, objectively, agreed to that statement,
"Yet they'll need wooden material, nourished."
And kept on with smithwork, his special engagement.