January 2025 Instadrabbling writings: Olwë, Tuor, Illuvatar, Finrod, Dior, Gil-galad by Quente

The end of the beginning

Prompt: Oh, this spacious sky/Is not poetry enough for our swelling lungs

Illúvatar had to create time before he could create music
He had to create ending before he could create a beginning
The last mortal drew a last breath as the story spooled outward,
The first mortal opening her eyes and seeing the bright sky above her.

Time, and endings, all gathered together in the music stave of the universe,
Fierce brass – there, his fiery son. Strings – the tears of Nienna. 
A steady beating heart of order in the drums – Mandos, his most orderly son.
And at the center, unapologetic, the creator raised his baton,

“In the ending there was nothing but the void. Now, we begin.”