Irmo knows that his brother is not as fond of the Second Children as he, though only because Námo does not know what to do with them. They do not come to his Halls after they die, so their spirits are not his responsibility, which in their own way does endear the mortals to the Doomsman, for they would be a crushing burden otherwise. For his brother that knows all that was foretold, even if he is disinclined to tell it, the mystery of where the souls of mortals go is disconcerting. Also that the mortals are not tied to fate, though they can be predictable in their own manner does Irmo’s brother declare, is a source of both frustration and  elation. They are a source of mystery, of surprises, of uncertainty, and that is why the Lord of Lórien loves them best of all his Father’s creations. The mortals do not have their fates set in inevitability before them, nor do they feel wholly satisfied or familiar with the world, always restless for more, always dreaming.

okay part of me wanted to just redo this dialogue in fic format. Aie, it’s hard for me to write Valar, as they are concepts and philosophy as much as characters