Ea!
1. Of Feanor's Change of Heart
“I amar prestar Aen!”
Feanor’s impetus resounded.
“The Silmarils, indeed, are mine!”
In Mandos’ Halls it founded
The Fourth Age of Arda, of Ea.
Manwe stared at the Noldor One.
From Taniquetil he Smiled “To Blare!”
Orome’s Valaróma worded it; Be Done!
In fact, El Feanor in contemplation,
Has been observing stories of beyond,
Namo surveilling the process, so patient,
Suddenly it developed – a bond.
For thousands of years shined adamantine
Substances unknown before the Prince of Oath.
Feanor, enchanted, stared at entwined
Arts and songs, resembling an Ainur in Growth,
Little Did he Notice that it was a Quest,
Born in listening of foreign perception;
Where he was an aweing guest;
Little by little it Dawned on Him, the Conception.
Suddenly unlocked, the Aum within him Gushed.
The Voice of Sabbaoth, Our Absolute Father.
“It’s Eru! I Swear!” Feanor uttered, thrice just,
the new fate of Arda; then he Sight Gathered.
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Nihil verum est licet omnia.
