Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

Of the darkening of Valinor

Yavanna had assigned the time for blooming
and for the fruition of all that grew in Valinor merrily.
At every first harvesting of fruit for consuming,
Manwë'd organise a feast for Eru's glory, for prosperity.

All peoples of Valinor would gather on Taniquetil,
to pour their joy in music and songs, and recitals.
Manwë had decided, that time, to make it even feel
ever greater than every other one since the arrival

of the Eldar in Aman, for Melkor's escape did forebode
futue grief and mishaps across the lands of this world;
who knew what he would manage to twist and corrode
before they managed to tame him again, for now undeterred.

So Manwë, nonetheless, wanted to fix the evil
that had arisen in the Noldorin proud hearts,
so he invited them in his palaces in Taniquetil
to put the princely quarrels to an end; a new start.

Manwë hoped the deceit of the enemy would be released,
their peace restored, back to their innate virtue,
for that he'd spend so many days to decorate and he rehearsed,
with fragile hope in his vulnerable soul; he still had no clue.

The Vanyar arrived at the aromatic and romantic setting,
where all was harmonious and overflowing with love,
so did the Noldor from Tirion come for a resetting,
the Maiar and Valar appeared, triumphing, from above.

The population started chanting before Manwë and Varda,
in the infinitude of their beautiful heavenly retreat,
the Elves started dancing, full of faith, belief and ardour,
on the green slopes of the mountains, clueless of defeat.

They observed the Two Trees at west of the mountainous incline,
the ample streets of Valmar became vacant; quiet - Tirion's stairs,
the entire country doozed in calmness and the Trees would shine,
the Teleri would sing beyond, at the sea shores, of shadows - unaware.