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.
