New Challenge: Allusive
Literature and art constantly refer back to each other using allusions, and this month's prompts are inspired by allusions to literature, myth, art, and history.
While Fëanor and all Noldor masters
were labouring with greatest joy,
while their crafts were increasing ever faster,
and Indis was raising her beloved boys,
the Dawn of Valinor was approaching its end,
for Melkor spent three epochs in captivity,
in Mandos' Halls, to solitude condemned,
until his verdict exhausted its effectivity.
As Manwë had promised to him initially,
Melkor was brought before the Valar thrones again,
seeing their glory and bliss, he, prejudicially,
felt bitter envy in his heart, covered in pain.
He glanced at the Children of Iluvatar,
sat by the sides of the Almighty Ones,
blackest hatred was all that he bore
against the merry creatures, at once.
He caught a glimpse of innumerable precious stones,
started craving them avidly for his own self,
yet all these thoughts he buried deep in his bones,
putting on hold his revenge against the Elves.
For he wanted the evil plot to mature,
to become ripe and scatter the fruit of malice,
so that what the Elven ones would endure
would be prolonged; poison in their chalice.
At the gates of Valmar Melkor crumbled
at the feet of Manwë, begging for forgiveness,
swearing an oath to become humble
and make up for his misdeeds with givingness.
He promised he'd assist every Valarin endeavour,
even if that meant he'd be granted the last position
among the free ones in Valinor, he'd be the helper
of every soul there, until he'd be restored in redemption.
Manwë then granted him a pardon;
yet the Valar were still suspected distortion,
they thought he definitely needed a warden,
so he had to stay in Valmar as precaution.
Alas, Melkor's speeches seemed gracious,
not only the Eldar, but also the Valar
received wise advice, so valid, efficacious,
when they turned to his own "I AM" star.
After a while they allowed him to walk freely,
and Manwë believed he got cured from corruption,
for Manwë didn't bear not a drop of inner evil,
unable to comprehend the ways of deconstruction.
For Manwë knew that at the very beginning,
Melkor was equal to him in Iluvatar's mind, at core,
he couldn't fathom Melkor's wicked reckoning,
for love had fanished from his heart, forevermore.
Ulmo didn't really get deceived, though,
Tulkas also clenched his fists firmly,
yet they respected Manwë's decision by law;
rebellion against rebels would also end up deadly.