"King of Arda", Yavanna revered him,

"Is it true, the saying that foresees,

that when the Children or Eru appear in

Arda, they will be able to do what they please

with my Creation, for their needs?"

"It is true." Manwë confirmed.

"But why do you come and proceed

to ask, since you're already informed?"

Yavanna gazed upon her own soul,

trying to detect her deepest motif.

"Because I care deeply for all

Creatures that on Arda live.

Isn't it enough that Melkor destroyed

so much of what I gave a divine promise to?

Won't my Children be ever able to employ

their own Will against the outer display of ego?"

"Had it been in your jurisdiction"

Manwë questioned her maturely:

"What would be your own decision:

what would you preserve so surely

among the members of your kingdom?

What is dearest to your heart among them?"

"Everything has a quality of its own,

they influence each other's destiny and stem.

Yet the Kelvar can run to protect themselves,

while the Olvar can only grow defenseless.

But ... the Trees,... I pity mostly their fates,

for they grow up slowly and helpless,

no one will mourn for them if they don't survive

until they bear a fruit, their tribute to the world.

They will fall down easily, deprived of life,

no one will cry for them; ever unheard.

So I beg this from you, dear King!

May the trees have the right; and I mean it,

to speak for all the green living things,

to punish those who make them go extinct!"