Tag: valar

yavieriel:

When the Valar first take shapes from the fabric of Ea, they make themselves of the raw stuff of their creations – crystalline elements and burning gasses and ever-changeable liquids, shaping their bodies as they shape worlds.  Before they had been pure spirit, sound and light arranged in infinite fractal form, but now they are bound in the warp and weft of creation and it defines them as they define it, weaver and thread and pattern all at once.  

Ea is vast, filled with bitter cold and burning stars, and they move among the vastness in splendid titanic forms as they battle against their fallen brother, but Arda is their little kingdom, a lovely garden they must walk gently in.  They take smaller, softer forms, flesh and blood and bone or root and branch and leaf.  Melkor finds his way even here, though, and they learn claw and talon and fang, hoof and horn and plated hide to wear into these smaller but still bitter conflicts.  

And then these strange delicate lovely children come, and they too are made of the stuff of Arda, but softer and stronger and composed with a delicacy that renders them utterly unlike all other things.  They still bear the fingerprints of their Father, the innocence of the newly-birthed.  It draws the Ainur to them, and to their surprise the Children reach for them and they find themselves reaching back.  Claws and stone and flame and roots will not do for this – they need gentler hands now, softer lips, smoother flesh, and they remake themselves in the image of their Father’s firstborn children.