A/N: Manwë is innocent to a fault and Varda is basically blind to double-meanings of some words in the beginning of Arda.
Beta; Lord Yaulendil
The Rainbow
The elves of Tol Eressëa were stealing awed glances around the pristine chamber of the heavenly palace on top of Taniquetil. The tall columns were of blue and green, and golden crystals, the roof of the chamber absent, allowing the light of the stars and the Two Trees in. Birds a plenty flew through the air freely. Maiar and some other spirits gathered to witness the meeting of the elven envoy, coming to pay respects to the pair sitting upon their thrones.
Three steps led to the simple, giant chairs carved out of milky stone. The Elder Queen sat to the right, a silver circlet adorned with tiny crystal stars shining in her starlight hair, her dress dark like the night sky, a kind, loving smile on her face as she looked down at the elves. To her left sat the Elder King in his crown of sapphires and a cloak of feathers. Eonwë and Ilmarë stood near their masters, ready to assist them.
It was when the words of ceremony were spoken, when the elves were done bowing, when a new glint appeared in Manwë's sky blue eyes. It was as if a gust of wind had brought him an idea and he voiced it as if afraid it would've been be blown away if he didn't put it into words.
"Do you want to see my cock?" he asked the Telerin elves, who stared at him, with varying shades of mortification on their faces. The leader, suddenly red in the face, tried to say something, but no voice left his moving lips.
Somewhere in the back of the chamber, Melkor, just recently released from Mandos, tried to eat a meringue and laugh at the same time, so he almost choke.
Varda gave an exasperated sigh.
"You ask everyone who comes to visit to see it, Manwë," she told her spouse. "I cannot believe there is a soul in Valinor who hasn't yet seen your prized cock."
"My lady..." started Ilmarë.
"My liege..." Eonwë tried to say something.
"You're just jealous because you don't have a colorful cock," Manwë smiled at his wife. Some of the Maiar had looks on their faces indicating they would've liked to run, but at the same time wanted to se what would happen next. The elves were now looking between the rulers of the Valar, their eyes wide and cheeks red.
"If I ask Yavanna, she will make one for me too," Varda shrugged.
"Go on, little brother, show everyone your giant cock!" Melkor yelled as soon as he was done coughing.
"Don't make it worse!" groaned Eonwë. Ilmarë just hid her face in her hands.
"Bring it, Eonwe," Manwë told his herald. "I want to get as much feedback as possible before I let it out after it rains."
"F... Feedback..?" moaned the leader of the elves, now ghostly pale. Melkor cackled, while Manwënodded with a smile.
"Yes. I want everyone to see it, but I also want to make sure it is perfect first and that it instills those seeing it in the sky with joy and hope."
"Ah… Is it... necessary?' the elf leader whispered.
'Totally!" Melkor yelled. "All should see it!"
"See? My brother Melkor likes it." Manwë said, delighted.
That was when Eonwë came back, carrying a big blue chicken with a seven-colored tail, and the elves all let out a sigh of relief.