For Erulisse for her birthday. Beta by RiverOtter.
He looked upon the Trees with hunger in his heart. His brothers and sisters—together they had given them being. Yavanna’s song had caused them to grow, but the Light within them had been bestowed by Varda. The colors of them had been granted by Aulë, for only in him could be found gold and silver so pure. Nienna’s tears of joy watered them; Tulkas’s laughter was echoed in the rustle of their leaves; Nessa danced beneath their limbs, and Oromë’s creatures sheltered there. In their light Vairë spun her threads with her husband watching over her work. Of their light Irmo wove dreams, and from it Estë drew warmth for healing. Their warmth was carried on Manwë’s winds, and the waters of Ulmo reflected their glory.
Only he had had no part in their creation.
“But I shall see to their destruction!” he vowed in his heart as he wrought his spear….