Chapter 1 - Recreation
Yavanna went crazy, searching around her husband's workshop for the materials she might need to complete her masterpiece...
"What are you doing?" Asked Aulë when he saw her enthusiastic search.
"Replenishing my board. It cannot be bare when my children wake" explained Yavanna.
"You take so many cares about two defective creatures. I don't know how could they even think of mating or make it work. He is so tiny and she is so tall..." He said doubting their capabilities.
"Are you telling me you question the power of love?" said Yavanna, giving Aulë THE stare.
"Well I.. I guess you are right, if you put it that way..." Said Aulë, getting out of her way so she could proceed.
That's how Yavanna began her sonnet...
"Let there be flowers; lillies, roses, marigolds, daffodils.. everything that blooms and fills the air with scents so delicate..."
"Let there be trees that shade and grow; bearing fruit, turning leaves, molting and re-green..."
"Let there be birds; the songs of morning and spring, may their flapping wings fill the skies in their migrating flights..."
"Let there be Ents; shepherds of the woods that keep watch of all living things..."
"Let there be mammals; squirrels, hedgehogs, deer, sheep... Anything that can breathe and add up to beauty..."
"Let there be butterflies and bees; The flowers will need to breed..."
"Let there be starlight in the night; A fire moon that fills the sky, HUUUUGE. And let the dawn of day arrive with golden sunlight strands..."
"Let there be fish in the sea; and a great abyss to keep my Valinor land from visitors that might disturb beauty and peace..."
"Let there be a cozy cottage into the trees, with man-made materials of great need..."
"And now, blowing winds and gentle breeze; let my inherited children wake from their sleep..."
Morning has broken, with strands of sunlight that filtered between the foliage of the trees. They outlined a pile of leaves and ivies on the ground. There was an incessant chirping of birds from a nearby branch. A butterfly floated, until it sat on the pile. Two wing flaps and an abrupt toss of dry leaves shooed it away. From within the pile, a figure rose...
It was the daughter of the forest, Tauriel. She yawned deeply. Her knee-length red hair was in full disarray, with leaves intertwined between strands. She wore nothing other than the ivies that kept her warm in her sleep, like a blanket of leaves. Her first expression was a smile as her eyes filled with the beauty of the place and a breeze caressed her elven face.
Tauriel was like a newborn, weeping at the beauty of the daylight. The breeze filled her nostrils with faint scents of forest. She gave her first steps, following a trail of mushrooms on the pathway.
Not too far from the pile, embraced by tree roots, a figure slept all bundled in fetal position. He was the Durin son, Kili. Just like Tauriel, he wore nothing and his dark hair was a mess, tangled with dry leaves and particles of dirt. Tauriel found him first, curious of his shape and peaceful slumber. She sat by his side, allowing her fingertips to caress his beard stubble with a smile. His first reaction was to wave off one of his hands, as if scaring pesky mosquitoes. But he continued to sleep. Tauriel tilted her head to the side with curiosity, followed up by a soft chuckle. Her amusement sounds made him open his eyes, wondering where they came from. That's when his brown eyes met her forest green ones, and he was mesmerized.
Tauriel was Kili's first view upon waking. Only after all of his other senses reacted, is that he became aware of his surroundings. The chirping of birds, the wind that made the branches roar, the breeze that brought the forest scents... and an intense growth of feelings towards she who woke him up. He rose from within the tree roots, holding hands with her, as they set up for a long stride in the forest, to explore the marvelous place they were given.
To be continued...