Wordcount:
Námo: 90
Vairë: 66
Námo
In the northern part of Valinor was the Halls of Mandos, and in it, the fallen Children of Eru Ilúvatar. Among them walked an Elf known as Lúthien Tinúviel, fairest of the fair. One day, she sang a song which held such heartwarming beauty and love, that even the mighty Doomsman of the Valar was moved by the fairness in her voice. And so, he bestowed upon her a choice that would turn out to be so much more meaningful in the very end, than but an act of kindness.
Vairë
In the Halls of Mandos, long tapestries hung from wall to wall in an endless row of breathtaking history, each showing an insight in the history of Arda. Each woven web held prestigious detail and fairness, clothing the walls in pure and utter magnificence. The end is yet to tell, however when it comes the Weaver will be present, and do what she does best: weave.
A/N: That's it, all the Valar drabbled and done. Thank you for the challenge, Eldhoron, it's been great fun! And thank you to my readers. 'Till next time!
