Such was Arda back in the beginning;

the Days were young, before the birth

of Eru's Children; still, it was spinning,

the newborns yet to appear on the Earth.

The Ainur didn't dare partake at all

in the Music of their Father, obeying,

in the perfect song that ought

develop all hidden codes, portraying

the part of the plan, requiring trust,

knowing one's own hierarchical place,

not intervening when ignorant's a must,

first due to free will, then due to grace.

For only silly creatures have pretence

to adjust when they lack know-how;

patiently allow the blueprint to advance,

in eternal respectful and faithful awe.

For that reason the Valar decided

they would keep respectful distance,

and Eru? He had lovingly ignited

his own contribution to existence.

The Elohim were the higher brothers,

the chieftains of Ilúvatar's Children,

The Elves, or Firstborn Quendi Elders,

the Seconborn Atani, or - the Men.

The Valar would rarely intervene

in the fates of the two world races,

for coercion usually ends with unforeseen

outcome that the soul eventually faces.

So, out of concern, out of decent care,

they would sometimes try to guide the youngsters,

yet all forced attemps would end in shared

responsibility of observing consequences.

The Elves were closer in nature

to the Valar, more fathomable; aligned.

So their fates intertwined in layers

that were deeper, compared to the humankind.

The human folk were gifted with virtues

that were somewhat strange, a bit unknown,

with a peculiar destination their usage,

only the external side revealed and shown.

To each their strength, to each their destiny.

All parts of the lifestreams' web and doors.

All would leave their mark and legacy,

...while learning how to yield their force.