Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of the Silmarils and the unrest of the Noldor

When Melkor saw how many bought his lies,
he started roaming more often among the Elves,
his graceful words would unnoticeably tie
them in nets, as if these thoughts came from themselves.

The listeners of his delusions disguised as advice
would recall these suggestions as if their own;
Melkor ignited visions that below the Eastern skies
they could build kingdoms and their own crowns.

These realms would be mighty and glorious,
the kings would ordine in the land they would rule;
then Melkor imprinted the idea so hideous
that the Valar brought the Elves to Aman's world

only because they feared the Elven beauty,
that their kin would multiply across the broad land,
after that, of course, impossible it would be
to contain their creational power they'd have at hand.

For Ilúvatar had gifted them with the ability
to co-create, just as their chieftains of forms,
furthermore, Melkor added to the credibility
of that suspicion with another source of alarm.

For the Valar expected the future apparition
of the human folk the Elves weren't aware of;
Manwë hadn't still revealed, as premonition,
that another race would receive the Valarin love.

Melkor's cunning plan was to take advantage
of the reasonable silence of Manwë, caused
by the mandatory Law predicting damage
of prematurely revealed results because

every hidden knowledge is sacred,
whenever a plan is still to be born,
yet not confiding may turn to hatred,
where mistrust replaces faith in the throne.

So Melkor amplified the gap, seizing the chance,
he whispered of the coming of the mortal men,
save for he didn't even comprehend those ones,
for amid the Third Song he was too busy to pretend,

too ingulfed in his part, of chaos, discord and vortex,
he didn't even pay attention to what Eru chanted,
so to him these future arriving creatures were complex,
so vague was the seed of doubt he planted.

Yet this was enough for the rumour to spread,
sometimes ambiguity works even better,
for truth crystallises in the One's eternal stand,
while lies lead to chains of tangled clatter.

Since truth just dawns as inner insight,
chaotic thoughts that give no rest
are the source of dimming of the light,
when confusion convinces it knows the best.

The Elves started believing in misinformation;
that the mortal humans would be easier to control,
due to their fragile nature of carnal dissipation,
the Valar planned for the humankind to grow

in the land of Middle Earth, depriving the Elves
of their righteous claim over the land as firstborns;
as immortal, beautiful, immaculate Selves
that unnoticeably let pride in to become the norm.

So apparently the Valar had brought them west
to keep them in captivity under the light
to make them forget what lay in the rest
of the world and maybe it was time to fight.

All that was a blatant lie, yet a successful one.
Never did the Valar desire free will's depravation,
also, rarely would humans believe elseone,
take advice, listen, have consistency, let alone patience.

So the will of mortal men is like a castle in the sand,
unsusceptible to forces against disintegration,
destined to return to the mud in the land,
so there's no point to try its immortalisation.

Yet who knows the gift of Eru for these men,
the alchemical processes forging that kind,
for the hits of the ocean waves smoothen
the mollusks till they become golden and shine.

What did the Elves understand of mortal fate?
Or of creatures they had never interacted with?
So while Manwë was obliged to wait and wait,
the Eldar believed in Melkor's deceptive wit.