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In the Beginning

Before the world, Eru, who is called Ilúvatar, dwelt alone in the Void until he created the Ainur, the Holy Ones. The Valar are the Power and the Maiar are the People. One of the fairest and cleverest among these lesser spirits was a Maia of Aulë, the smith. He is known only as The Abhorred in Arda, but the Ainur had not names in their language and referred to one another by their essences. Thus, hewas called Smith.

In time, this beautiful spirit came to know Legrace, who was a Maia of Varda. She is the delight of the Vala Tulkas for she is the merriest of the Maiar and laughs at everything, even Ilúvatar, from whose joy and love she had sprung. All things that live she loves, and her spirit is light and joyful. Awesome is the power of her voice, and her song is long unheard among the Ainur.

…...She and Tulkas had driven everyone mad with their jokes and teasing and had even made Mandos laugh. Once, she had got Ulmo to let her walk upon the surface of his seas, and she had run, laughing and barefoot, across the rolling white capped breakers and the rising and falling swells with their immense dormant power.

He had been an outsider even then, serious and quiet, yet she had noticed him, spoken to him. Her head had tilted to one side and she had gazed up at him with heartrendingly sweet admiration.

"You have the loveliest eyes." she had murmured guilelessly. "Perhaps you might produce a pretty blue stone of such a color."

His heart had fallen that day. "I shall, my lady," he had replied. And he had slaved over it, wishing to present her with the fairest of all blue stones. When he had been satisfied, he had taken it to her and bowed and put in into her hand. "For you, lady," had he said respectfully.

She had stared at it in shock, and when she had lifted tear-filled eyes to his, he had been horrified at having made her weep. "My lovely smith," she had murmured emotionally. "As similar as it is in color to your exquisite eyes, it yet cannot hold all their beauty."

He had stood still in stunned silence until she had reached up and drawn his head down for their first kiss...

When he came to know her, he loved her beyond all other things; and in Legrace's heart grew a special love for this powerful and gentle spirit. They were bonded with this love of soul, heart, mind, and body; despite burning desire, however, they remained chaste and appealed to Ilúvatar to espouse them as he had done with others.

For a long time, Ilúvatar regarded them silently, for he knew them and all that would be. Then, he said, "Blessed is this union, and as the Flame Imperishable burns within ye, so does the greatest of all my gifts, which is love."

There was a celebration where they sang together in the Deeps of Time in the Void before the world was formed. The laughter and songs of Legrace filled him with joy, and his steady faithfulness filled her with strength and buoyancy.

In his physical form, he was one of the fairest of the Maiar. He was tall in stature, great in breadth and physical power. His mind had been formed as a smith, and his body was strong and powerfully muscled, especially arms, chest, and shoulders. His hair was as black as the Void; his eyes, which held the power to enchant, were the rich, striking deep blue from which he had chosen to fashion the original blue stones of the earth, very few of which have survived.

Legrace was less tall, reaching only to her husband's shoulder, but she was taller than all the other females of the Ainur. She was very strong and buxom of form and was well-suited to her merry and rollicking existence. She wore her red hair uncased as she danced upon the Garden of Arda, and he loved her smiling face and the warmth of her dark eyes and the flowing of her flame-like hair.

Despite the meddling of Melkor, Arda grew and took form and was wonderful beyond the expectation of the Ainur. All were all first surprised, then amused and entertained by the devoted lovers. For, with the others, he sweated and pounded in the forges of Aulë; she sang and nurtured earth with her fellow Ainur. During their rest, however, they sang together, and Legrace danced, and they seemed insatiable in their physical desire for each other. It was as a joke. Even Nienna found amusement in their life song. Everywhere that they made love ever afterwards grew trees of exquisite light and fruit.

All this came to pass before the counting of time had begun. How long they lived thus is unknown to all but Ilúvatar. It was fifty centuries or fifty thousand. The Ainur did not experience the passage of time.

It was no surprise that Legrace bore and brought forth the first child of the Ainur.