A study in the melodies of the Ainur who came to Arda.
A Deeper Harmony
The wild wind whipped hair from his face and threw his robes behind him in willful billows. And yet he wondered, for what was wind or hair or robes? There was a taste of salt on his lips and the sound of a gale in his ears and he did not understand them.
From beside he came the song of starlight. But what was light and what were stars? Above, the waves rolled into the darkling cliffs but cliffs where not something he could put a name to. And so, continuing his own melody he harkened unto all those about him. And everywhere that Manwë bent his mind, understanding slowly filtered. There was the song of the green of life and the song of the stone and the two entwined and became one.
And as he listened the all the disparate melodies about him grew stronger and began to thread themselves together until at last they were one, great harmony as the One had commanded. The wind took the wetness of the sea and whipped it into great clouds and the sea took on the strength of the wind and curled it into long swells.
The song of slumber and the song of healing took each the theme of the other and made it their own. But the song of lamentation and those of slumber and of prophecy found themselves akin. The swift chords of strength and the delicate trills of dance took their places side by side in immortal duet. The song of the hunter and the song of new life found their way to each other and were glad in their accord.
The stars set themselves firmly in the heavens and the heavens rejoiced in their beauty, thus did the lord of the heavens discover his helpmate in the lady of the starlight.
And yet one song stood out in the harmony for it rent chords asunder and darkened the melodies of others.
And so the seeds of many a great lay in afteryears were sown.