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The Crack Pairing of the Valar Made CanonThe Crack Pairing of the Valar Made CanonThe Crack Pairing of the Valar Made Canon by fargreencountry
Summary: Of the many mysteries of the universe, there is one that presses on all of the Valar’s minds: why in the name of Eru did Yavanna and Aulë get married? Crack. Pure and utter crack.
Of the Valar, Manwë was the one who knew the most of Ilutavar’s plans for Arda, but even he did not know all. Some mysteries he did not know the answers to. Why was evil allowed to exist? Why were the Two Trees allowed to be destroyed? What were those strange, furry-footed creatures running around Arda and why had no one claimed to have created them?
One mystery, however, weighed heavily on all of the Valar’s minds.
“Aulë and Yavanna! Of all the matches, Aulë and Yavanna?” Varda said. She and Manwë had just regulated a dispute between the Smith and the Earth Mother involving the Ents, the Dwarves, and some rather vocal ravens.
“It is a strange match to be sure,” Manwë said.
Narsillion Part IThe trees did grow, the waters runNarsillion Part I by MerlinAmbrosius
Beyond the moon, beyond the sun
In mingled light of silver-gold
Where Valar dwelt in days of old
There Arien, a fire-queen
Unmatched, unmarred, a flame pristine
And Tilion, an Archer fair
With shining locks of silver hair
They to the Trees of Gods did flock
Before the Shadow ran amok
Ah light, in that pale starry glade!
By Yavanna their roots were made
By Sulimo their branches blessed
Their shining beauty did attest
To Faerie, God, and Taméd Beast
That Valar's wisdom felled the East
O gleaming glamour, crystal dew
Branches that burst with fruit anew
And shed a light of raptured bliss
Before Lord Bauglir made amiss
Their bloody amber sap did shed
And Ungoliant drained them dead
The burning damsel dancing bright
Her crimson flaming hair alight
With golden shine of Laurelin
And ruby flowers twined therein
Went twirling through the river glade
And who should spy the lissom maid?
But Tilion, his bowstring taut
All thoughts of hunting deer forgot
Seven seekersHow long here should we staySeven seekers by MariaB9
To grief and despair,
With our freedom taken away?
How long should we mourn,
The valiant Noldor?
Follow me and your steps be light
For I shall reveal to you a land,
Away from those of Morgoth's kin!
"Thou hast spoken."
In you I put my trust, sons of mine,
That you should bring back
The things which to me belong by right!
Now swear and to your Oath stay bound
Until the end of time
That no other hand would be laid
On the jewels so fair,
In which bright light still dwells.
To you we swear
That foe or friend,
Be he Elda or Man,
Or what else that walks seen in land,
Will find no mercy at our hand
Should he try to hold or keep
Your beloved Silmarils!
Valiant were the words spoken then,
But, vain, the Oath unfullfilled remained
For pain with pain is paid,
And the jewels burnt the hands
That blood of those of their own had shed.
KementariGold and silver are the lightsKementari by MariaB9
In your eyes,
Graceful are your steps
And your raiment ever green.
Wonder and beauty unseen
You put in everything that grows,
From the fairest leaf
To the merriest flower.
Blessed we all are
O, Queen of the Earth,
For through you we have
Fair trees and fields,
Loveliness before our eyes.
How many hurts your heart knew,
None can tell but only you
When the Great Light was gone
And there you sang alone.
Slow do the waters flow
Through lands and hills,
All enriched with the fairness you give
A, Yavanna Kementari!
The Path Shrouded in Mist and ShadowThe Path Shrouded in Mist and Shadow by Meisiluosi
A note on the names: We know that the names given in the legendarium are elven variations of the original names. I decided to let these people address each other in their own language:
Ylpang = Ulfang
Bör = Bór
Yldar = Uldor
Warning: I've allowed my inner philologist/culturologist/anthropologist to run a bit wild.
The wind from the West was sweeping through the plain. Chilly though it was, it was almost pleasant compared to the vicious bite of the howling winds that usually came from the North. It was winter still, but spring was already fast approaching, and the grasslands were like matted brass, wave upon wave of yellowish mass, rustling, sighing, stretching into the horizon.
A small gathering of men could be seen amid the ceaseless undulations, sombre and firm like a rocky island in the middle of a perturbed sea. Their horses grazed not far from them, and above their heads two large eagles circled in the sky.
They were tw
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