Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of Eldamar and the Princes of the Eldalië 6

The Teleri dwelt for a long time in Tol Eressëa,
alas their hearts were slowly changing,
they were drawn towards the light beyond the sea,
that beyond the Lonely Isle was spreading.

Their souls were torn in two halfs, contradicted,
one loved the song of the waves in Ossë's realm,
the other one missed their relatives and depicted
their reunion in their imagination overwhelmed.

At the end the craving for the Light dominated.
And at the will of the Valar Ulmo sent Ossë, their friend;
he taught them the naval science, they created
ships of their own for their journey and Ossë sent

a flock of swans with strong steady wings,
they pushed the Teleri ships through the salty masses
in those areas were there were no winds,
the last voyagers reached Aman and Eldamar's waters.

They inhabited that place so they could contemplate
the splendour of the Two Trees shining bright,
they could walk on the Valmar streets and felicitate
each other on the crystal stairs of Tirion's might.

They sailed on boats in Elvenhome,
they wandered in the surf of the sea at will,
their hair under the imperishable light shone,
the light that came from behind the hill.

The Noldor gifted them with many precious stones,
opals, diamonds, crystals, rubies, sapphires,
they scattered the riches in bays and along shores,
they took pearls from the depths that were dire.

Their homes and the halls of Olwë in Alqualondë,
the Haven of the Swans, were seme of pearls,
and many lanterns followed the visible line there,
the harbour of their ships, their city, their world.

They would craft their ships from gold and black agate,
in resemblance they built them to look like swans,
at the border of Eldamar stood so high their gate,
that allowed entrance to whoever they would truly want.

At north of Calacirya, the Pass of Light,
where the stars were vivid and clear,
they lived to explore, to sail, to unite
with their inspiration, empirically dear.

And after a time, the Vanyar fell in love
with the lands of the Valar and the Two Trees,
so they left Tirion and climbed above,
inhabiting the mountains of Manwë in bliss.

That is how the Vanyar separated from the Noldor,
gradually departing, each to their fate and design,
always adventurous, wanting to discover more,
the Noldor ones remembered Middle-Earth declined.

The latter remained in Calacirya, or the hills or the valleys,
from where they could hear the surf of the western seas,
they often travelled, a family of friends and allies,
to the extend of wherever their foot could step and reach.

The people of Túna and Alqualondë still grew a bond,
with Olwë reigning in Alqualondë and Finwë in Tirion,
Ingwë was considered to be the High Elven Ruler, beyond
the separation of cities, folks in all different regions.

Ingwë chose to abide with Manwë in Taniquetil,
where safety, patience and wisdom prevailed,
where the air inspired hope and was tranquil,
and all the plans of Eru were rather half-veiled.

Rarely did Fëanor and his sons stay at the same place,
they were wandering far and wide, through the unknown so bold,
adventures and epic quests were their inner ways,
they reached the borders of Darkness and the Outer Sea cold.

Often were they guests in the halls of Aulë,
while Celegorm  preferred Oromë's home,
where he learnt of beasts and birds that be,
starting to talk to them as if one of their own.

All living creatures were safe in Aman back then,
all but the gruesome creatures of Melkor, the Evil Great,
and some of these animals would never be seen when
the Earth would change forevermore, for time doesn't wait.