Ainulindalë drabble

[altariel]

I finally got it done, only five months late.



Ainulindalë

And so we sang, in unison, for we were instruments.
I raised my voice, and made the music I was made to make;
Soared, raged, cried;
Others heard, and gave me their accord—
Were silenced.

And so, what had we sung?
Crash of iron, breath of air, echo of water—
Call of darkness.
Instruments, we made the music we were made to make,
And we are bound to it.

And so we sang.
Mountains raised, I flattened them;
Smooth green fields, I sharpened them;
Point counterpoint.
And so we sing,
And this is Arda, nor am
I out of it.

Mine.

Comments

[teasel.livejournal.com]

Oh, my, that was great. I like the way you make Melkor weirdly smart and perceptive about his situation -- from the pun in "we were instruments" he's irked by his idea that Iluvatar's harmony requires and even anticipates his own participation, even as a discord. Love too the way you start with "we" and end with "mine" -- Melkor's song enacts the appropriation that's the essence of his crime. *admires you*

[altariel.livejournal.com]

Melkor weirdly smart and perceptive about his situation

Melkor would have to understand this; I suppose herein lies more and more of his anger.


end with "mine" -- Melkor's song enacts the appropriation that's the essence of his crime

'Mine' is also the 101st word of the drabble ;-)

I'm really glad you liked it, thank you!

[teasel.livejournal.com]

'Mine' is also the 101st word of the drabble ;-)

Oooooh, you clever, wicked thing you. *admires you more*

[altariel.livejournal.com]

*evil grin*