Lord of the Coffee; Java of the Ainur;
Javanna and Aulatté Have A Domestic Squabble

Now when Aulatté laboured in the brewing of the Dwarves he kept this work hidden from the other Valar; but at last he opened his mind to Javanna, who had opened the oven and commented upon the strange shortbread-cookies he had made, and why did he not clean up the kitchen?

He told her all that had come to pass. Then Javanna said to him, "Brewlúvatar is merciful. Now I see that thy heart rejoiceth, as indeed it may; for thou hast received not only forgiveness but your own brand of cookie as well. Yet because thou hiddest this thought from me until its achievement, thy children will have little love for the things of my love; the beans and the spices. They will love first the things of their own hands, as doth their father (gives Aulatté a very dirty look). They will delve in the cookiejar and the cocoa, and the things that are healthy and good for them they will not heed. Many a bean shall feel the bite of their grinders without pity." And Javanna pinched Aulatté wickedly on the arm.

But Aulatté answered: "That shall also be true of the Children of Brewlúvatar, for they will brew and they will bake. And though the things of thy realm have worth in themselves--OUCH! You vixen!-- and would have worth if no Children were to come, yet Brewlúvatar will give them dominion, and they shall use all that they find in the kitchen, and leave footprints in flour all over the linoeulum; though not without respect or without gratitude." And Aulatté poured a cup of clotted cream down Javanna's blouse.

Javanna was not appeased, and she kicked Aulatté in the seat of his trousers and she went to Manwëhous and asked him if it were all true.

Manwëhous was somewhat edgy today and he answered Javanna sharply. "Yes it is true. What's it to you?"

"All my beans are dear to me," she answered, spiking his coffee with extra saccharine when he was not looking. "Is it not enough that Maxwellcôr should have fudged so many of our workings? Shall nothing that I have devised be free from the dominion of others?"

"If thou hadst thy will what wouldst thou reserve?" asked Manwëhous, massaging the bridge of his nose and reaching for the aspirin. "Of all thy realm what beans dost thou hold dearest?"

"All have their worth," said Javanna, stamping her heel, "and each contributes to the worth of the others. But the ChiaTeatrees I hold most dear. Long in the growing, swift shall they be in the felling, and unless they pay toll with fruit or condiment little mourned in their passing. Would that the trees might speak on behalf of all things that bear beans, and punish those that grind them!"

Manwëhous struggled with the child-of-Brewlúvatar-proof cap on the aspirin vessel, saying, "This is a strange thought. What have you been imbibing, Javanna?" Manwëhous sat then silent, and pondered the words of Javanna. Then he said:

"Brewlúvatar has spoken, saying 'When the Children awake, then the thought of Javanna will awake also, and it will summon spices from afar, and they will dwell among the trees, and their sharpness shall be feared'.

But because I am King of Arda, and because Aulatté and you are getting your own namebrand products, I shall have my cake first. Before the Children awake there shall go forth with tough crusty bread the giant winged Bagels of the Lord of the West."

Javanna sniffed Manwëhaus's coffee cup to see if it contained brew of the grain instead of brew of the bean. "Whatever you say, boss! High shall the ChaiTeatrees grow, and the Bagels of the Lord of the West shall hang from their branches!"

But Manwëhous said, "Nay, only the trees of Aulatté shall be adequate for the Bagels, so that they are hot and toasty in the morning! But in the forests shall walk the Therments, Earthen Vessels of warm beverages."

Then Javanna returned to Aulatté, and he was in the kitchen, pouring molten whippedcreme onto a pieshell.

Javanna allowed her tongue to protrude from her mouth briefly. "Now let thy children beware! For there shall walk a power in the forest whose wrath they will arouse at their peril!"

"Nonetheless, they will have need of duck."

Javanna frowned, "Duck?"

Aulatté applied the creme-pie onto Javanna's countenance. "Yes, I said 'Duck'".