Drabble written for dawn felagund's word-of-the-day challenge.
Water
High above the surface of Arda Ulmo watched the water droplets form into tiny hexagonal crystals, which grew into elegant white feathery shapes, then fell from the sky. Until now he had not imagined that water could become more magnificent than it was in its liquid form, but these ephemeral flakes were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He wondered what afflatus had gone into the inclusion of this dazzling new form of his favourite element in the Music of the Ainur. He sought out Illúvatar and asked the One to tell him about the creation of snow.