You have read the tales
Of those who have come,
Here is the story,
Of how they were done.

In the beginning,
Only the gods knew of life,
Their lives eternal,
No knowledge of strife.

Eru, in his greatness saw fit,
To create more good.
More joy, more woe...more
It was right and brightened the mood.

He looked down on earth,
Sighing in content,
Knowing of his work,
Of all the Beings to invent.

He created the First-Born,
Immortal, known as the Elves.
Wise, fair, knowing of beauty,
A miraculous reflection of the gods selves.

They had understanding of dreams,
Power of knowledge, of being,
Joy of fullfillment, hope and love,
love...of all that could dance and sing.

And Eru smilled upon what
He had done, knowing,
His first creation would live,
And join him in spirit of living.

There was still something missing,
Something needing the gift of an end.
He created Men, wondering at,
What kind of life he would send.

They showed strength, courage,
Honor, loyalty, and pride.
He was happiest, though, that
They had humility as they died.

They would work hard,
Know pain, know loss, know strife,
But they would understand
The gift of Man, the gift of life.

Eru smiled again, happy, joyful,
Yet, not content still,
There should be another race,
One who would rarely feel ill.

And so, came forth the Hobbits.
Curious little creatures, plum and hairy,
But they had such joy for peace,
Love of laughter, and a life merry.

They could not do everything,
Sometimes life would be rough,
But they had strength of spirit
When the going got tough.

He liked his creations,
Felt he finally could be content,
Not knowing someone else,
Had another race to invent.

He opened his eyes in surprise.
What has happened, what have you done,
To take upon yourself, life
A life form which cannot be undone.

The Dwarves he saw, sturdy, strong,
A desire for hard labor, to feel pride,
Love of the earth's many treasures,
But, they felt the need to hide.

They only wanted to live,
Only wanted to surive in the mountains,
Create, build, flourish though strife,
Taste all the life a hill contains.

Eru thought to himself,
Why should they not have a chance?
They are honest, good beings,
They even like to sing and dance.

He knew the other races, would
Look on in despair, but he knew well
They would all live life to it's fullest,
Weave their own stories to tell.

Lovers, adventures, homes, dangers,
Alive, in the workings of nature,
Experiencing, what being was about,
Livng in every sense, with love and nurture.

In the beginning, it was good.