Her voice rose to a beauty as a tree rises to the sky. Her arms reached to the heavens as she hearkened along with the rest of the Ainur. It seemed to all that she was at peace. The giver of fruits was for once not giving. Aȝūlēz who is Aulë watched her from afar, watching her sing her heart out.
She was alone, for she never sang with another. He liked it better that way, as she was often brought out of a blissful song and into a hasty one by a louder voice. He himself did not like to sing much in front of others, but would rather find a hall to his own. His voice was that of a bass and he was ashamed of it.
"What is it, Aulë?" He heard a soft voice behind him and turned with a sigh.
"Ah, sister." He turned sadly to his sister, who sat behind him with a happy look in her eye.
"It is Mānawenūz and Varda. They are singing together!" She points over to the couple, who stand in front of Eru. Mānawenūz who is Manwë was singing in his trumpet like voice whilst Varda was sweetly singing the flute along with it. He did think they were very lovely indeed, but he could not take his gaze off of his beautiful Yavanna.
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Aulë and Yavanna
FanfictionAulë had his eyes on one Aina in the vast halls of Eru. His sweet, gentle Yavanna, Giver of Fruits. This is a short story of their relationship.
