I’m at a stalled period on my projects- have more than one in a holding pattern- but let’s go with Of Ingwë :
The intentions of the unfathomable Eru Ilúvatar are inscrutable even to the godly powers that served His purpose in forming this world, giving shape and substance to this planet upon which Eru now focuses, His omnipotent attention concentrating on a finite point, a seemingly inconsequential location. It is the shoreline of a vast saline lake, one whose dimensions and water volume would qualify it for the moniker of inland sea. Eru Ilúvatar sings music into the repetitive sounds of the lapping waves against that muddy shoreline. In that gentle wash, silt is eroded away, and the lake water begins to pull away – as tides will eventually do, when the moon is created.
Slowly, the new creations are revealed.
Six long inert shapes lie in the mud. There is no moon to illuminate their features, only dim starlight. Bodies they are, the First Children of Eru Ilúvatar, and the Creator of Everything breathes out, and the sound of this exhale awakens the elves.