When the Great Music ebbed away, many Ainur and Vala feeled sadness – if they were truly capable of the emotion. Námo only dared to let out a sigh of relief. A strange sensation shifted his being. The voices of the children had fallen silent, but they still rested at their prior place.
Trembling Námo noticed, he could not endure to stand any longer. He started to retreat, not knowing how to describe or deal with the sensation that agitated him. But he was not alone with the feeling he would later know as pain, because Vairë heared him weeping tears and saw his fëa shaken, when she approached him.
Worried she sunk down next to him.
"Námo? What happened?"
She asked in apprehension, for she had never seen such a state before. Carefully Vairë touched Námo's head, searching for his face and found his dark black hair grown to an abnormal length. She had playfully applied her weaving to it before, braiding it. Now it covered his body, falling into vast space and Vairë saw no end to it.
Vairë, she heard Námo speak to her privately. When he lifted his head, hair parted to give away his cold ashen face. I don't … I don't feel … well?
Shocked with what she saw (suffering it was, but she knew not the name) when Námo's mind touched hers, Vairë rushed to Eru.
"Father," she said, interrupting an audience of serveral Ainur. "Father, hurry. You must come with me."
Vairë stopped not at grapping Ilúvater's hand to drag him with her. Thankfully such action remained without comment from Eru. He saw her worry and wondered at it. He was wise and knew the music, but the absyss was great and even he could not entirely predict its content. The Ainur had been created from himself, but their toughts were their own and some of them vanished into the vast spaces, as soon as he created them, never to be seen or heard from again.
"Vairë", he said. "What is the reason for your disturbance?"
Not raising her voice, Vairë pointed at Námo, who's state had not improved. He was entirely silent, his hands pressed against his head and only Eru Ilúvater's arrival prompted a reaction from him.
Pale eyes met with Eru's gaze end even threatened to pierce his mind. In this instant Ilúvater knew his intention to be surprised by newly created children, had already begun. Also Eru felt the reason settle, why Námo's name always resounded as The Judge in his mind. But his own degree not to be informed about his children's life and fate, prevented him from gaining access to it.
"I have yet to hear you sing, Námo," said Eru and apporached what he thought to be the issue. "Your voice was silent during entire time. Will you not deliver your hymn to me?"
His presence gave Námo the strength to straighten up, but he still shook his head and the black hair moved with him like a living being. Still, the mouth remained closed.
Yet Námo's thoughts found their way into Eru's and Vairë's mind.
I will not sing , Námo declared. Not for a long time. Others may hear my song, but you Eru Ilúvater, shall be the last.
Silence streched between them and only Námo seemed content with it. Vairë took his arm and started to unknot the grown hair, in hope she didn't have to fill the void with words.
"Truly The Judge should not use words, if they are unnecessary," Eru said and accepted Námo's rule.
After he had spoken, he looked to Námo first than to Vairë. "We shall meet again."
When he turned around, Námo uttered word only Varië was able to hear: "Yes, but only once."
A.N: At this point I would like add that I can't characterize Eru same way the Christian god is usually seen: omniscient and infallible. He also didn't create the entire universe, he created the Ainur from himself and Arda from the stuff he found laying around. It's still his idea, but the events in Arda are not under his governance. Eru is not influencing or controlling the dream bubble he created, filled with things that are an extension of him. In my eyes he is a spectator.