Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of the darkening of Valinor

When they departed, Ungoliant entwined
a cloak of darkness, namely of unlight
around Melkor, where everything went blind
and got absorbed without a sign of life.

The eyes couldn't discern anything there,
for Ungoliant had used the fabric of the void, unreal;
she wove her nets, to which she'd adhere,
till she reached, from gorge to crenel, Taniquetil.

She climbed to Hyarmentir, which was the summit
of the mountains at Taniquetil's far south - undefended.
The Valar didn't really actively watch over it,
for at west of the Pelori a crepuscular wasteland extended.

At east the mountains soared above the sea's infinitude,
only underneath the forlorn Avathar a piece of land,
yet now at the top Ungoliant lay dark, preparing for loot,
Melkor climbed, too, and upright, observed and planned.

He glanced at the Preserved Kingdom, his stare was cold,
where Oromë's woods were spreading out so youthfully,
at west the meadows and fields of Yavanna, made of gold,
full of the divine grain, the plants' tribute awaiting fruitfully.

Yet Melkor was watchig to the north, where Valmar lay at peace
with its bright plains and silvery domes, bathed in light,
its source the mixed rays of the Laurelin and Telperion trees;
and he grinned, evil, and his face was a gruesome sight.

He dashed headlong through the long west slopes,
Ungoliant followed him near and her darkness hid him,
and Melkor... knew that now the Valar actively hoped,
for it was a time of their annual Festivity and Faithful Hymns.