On the Nature of Time by Elrond's Library  

Descent into Arda Marred

Using the first 10 one-word prompts: Awake, Gather, Spark, Tidings, Transmutation, Honing, Embrace, Deluge, Undercurrents, Plot. 

Each paragraph has exactly 50 words, according to gdocs. 

Time meant very little before they descended into physicality. The Void was a place of messy contradictions: full and empty, silent and deafening, pure black and rainbows of color. The recession of Music into empty silence, the passing of insubstantial into substantial – being awake and suddenly individual was infinitely strange.

They gathered at the edges of the world Eru had created for them to inhabit. Fear struck unsung chords and liminal melodies. They ordered themselves in choral groups, each according to their nature, and waited. Waiting had never been something they could do, a new sensation with all the rest.

The First among them organized the choral groups, found themselves partners and encouraged those who waited to find those other individuals who harmonized within their own beings. Understanding sparked between them, still wordless, nameless – a yearning for intimate binding and companionship for some, an equal contributor in creation for others.

Eventually, the Firsts raised their voices in Song, and raised the land, contained the echoing waters, separated the air from the firmament. The Firsts bade them to spread, to inhabit the spaces that sang to them, to greet each other with tidings of joy and cooperation in this new home.

They named themselves collectively Maiar, the Beautiful, and they found purposes that fit their melodies. Some spread into the land, raising mountains and digging vales, while some aligned with the First of the Waters and burbled happily in streams and brooks. The transmutation of physicality was their task, happily undertaken.

Others found themselves closer to the First Singers, who named themselves Valar, the Powers. It was under their teachings, their ingenuity, their interpretations of the great Themes Eru had Sung that the Maiar began honing themselves into craftspeople. They Sang as they worked, exploring the physical world with unmitigated eagerness.

Varda’s Maiar crafted infinite stars, setting them high in the firmament. They embraced the heat, the radiation, the light with eager arms. Twisting and dancing in the dark, time passed swiftly for them – all their focus on the task in front of them, and so the world changed without them.

By contrast, the Maiar of Aulë felt every moment at a pace akin to magma seeping out of the land, or the erosion of stone against the relentless tides. Their experimentation was a deluge of delight and discovery. They chattered away their time, sharing every new invention with their fellows.

The world took shape around them, and they were content. The First among them celebrated their achievements with them, they laughed and sang and danced around bonfires in the lamp-lit dark. Few recognized the undercurrents of discontent, of deception, that ran around them as they feasted on their own satisfaction.

Change in the order of things came quickly, when it came. The plot to destroy the Lamps in the north and south was executed with surprising efficiency. They had no reason to think that chaos might come with darkness, for so long they had lived without light. But change came.