In arrogance and perhaps some naivety, this is a creation myth in a homage (but never in any attempt to equal,) Tolkien's Silmarillion. There is no desire for any monetary gain in what I do. It is very much unfinished currently as is my sequel to the Lord of the Rings. But when you live and breathe Tolkien for a lifetime, you just want more and if there is nothing there; make your own. I am sure Tolkien would have approved. if having the audacity to attempt this really annoys you don't get mad, get even and write something better. I for one would love to read it.


1. The Annukatali


The Annukatali

Before the universe commenced its first heartbeat there was nothing that resembled substance we would have understood. It was endless void folded in a great chasm of impenetrable nothingness. Such things we cannot even imagine for this blackness would embrace us in a lingering death within its empty loneliness. We would not perceive or understand the thought of the One who resided within it. For how could we comprehend our Maker's abyssal dominion? It is beyond the remit of our creation for without light, form, or warmth we would forever wander lost outside of all thought and memory. In the entire, endless void there was but one single illumination cast like a flickering candle into the morass of emptiness. The Maker's great thoughts were all that existed and it was for all the long ages prior to creation, sufficient.

But of all the Maker's thoughts that rose and fell within the heavenly perfection one cast a shade over its completeness. Through all the long aeons it festered until it took formation and kindled into an unquenchable flame of doubt. Then a mighty fire of questioning it became that burned ever deeper into the Maker's wondering. What was the purpose of his being? And this thought that should not have been manifested to existence. Slowly it solidified into shape and this new form made itself a place to inhabit and a great starred veil was cast across the timeless void. Then did instance began its count. Therefore, in the very beginning was the universe born from out the one doubt of the Maker.

And the Maker was pleased with it and yet doubt still lingered. For having created form the maker now wished to become a physical part of it. To explore from within all the nuanced layers that were now extant. So taking the very substance that had flowed out of creation the Maker took shape and became the being we now revere and call Umva. A timeless and magnificent majesty of  heavenly light made of wheeling stars and rainbow nebulae. And Umva strode across the vastness he had made like a giant walking among children's things and for a count of time was content. Yet form solidified to corporeal sentience cannot endure alone. It ever desires company and so Umva made the angelic Umvata, (The 'Shining One's') and gave them structure within this universe. These are the gentle chiaroscuros fashioned out of the thoughts of Umva. From light and darkness, and all the long ageless dreams spent in thought Umva made these new beings incarnate. In gratitude at their awakening, they danced through the stars about the creator and the heavens became filled with song. For long aeons, longer than the life age of the earth, Umva was content to listen to the sound of this creation and be no longer alone.

But one day Umva looked upon his carefree children and his joy was marred. For though the Umvata surpassed his design, they could not, invent or create for themselves and Umva dearly wished for gentle chaos to enter into the song of creation. Therefore in a desire for new things to grace the construct the Umvata were embodied with the radiance of the undying fire and in its flames they became alive in thought and free will and their bodies were filled with melodies of new potential.

This new grace given the Umvata made them dance anew across the universe and the aether became ablaze with new songs of thanks to Umva. And as they danced and wheeled about the cosmos out of each of the Umvata sprang, The Umvataki, (Children of Joy) and they were made to wholeness by Umva. Thus was the cosmological triumvirate made. The everlasting, celestial, pyramid. Umva at its pinnacle, the Umvata below, and the Umvataki its base.   No greater and lesser beings of purity have, or shall ever exist, within any other creation. Their joyous song rang in the aether like crystal upon diamond and Umva was greatly moved by the song and it was deemed perfect in Umva's reckoning.

So great was this joy that Umva drew each strand of the Umvata's thoughts into a single thread of creation and from this blessed weft wove the solar system. The great sun and planets and moons he patterned from the thoughts of the mightiest Umvata and all else from the lesser.  

But even as the rainbow cloth of creation unfurled Umva perceived a dark thread running among its colours and so was made the first marring of goodness within creation. And now Umva saw the great sorrow made from good intention. For the Umvata had been created from the thoughts of Umva; thoughts for good or ill. Though no Umvata alone could know all thoughts of the Maker within them collectively all the Maker's strategies were laid bare. In regret, he thought at first to end his inception lest doubt mar and stain its great goodness. But Umva's heart bade otherwise and with forbearing Umva continued to weave. Though the dark was painful to behold ever Umva saw always that colour usurped it. The single strand of grey upon the new creation faltered and uplifted Umva withheld upon thoughts of destruction. But in Umva's heart that day was engraved the bitter lesson of consequence in creation, for the earlier foreboding would come to fruition from the darkness that was now made from innocent thought. In the long ages that were to come the long benevolence of Umva is seen. For though evil cannot be overcome entirely, ever the joy and beauty in the world is a high reward to set against its malevolence.  And after all, the ill now set loose into creation had emanated indirectly from the Maker's own thoughts.

And into the weaving the Earth was placed and began its orbit. And even then at the beginning out of the blackness of space it shone as a blue jewel among the other planets. For the earth was made foremost of the thought of Gaian, mightiest of the Umvata and its smaller moon he made from the thoughts of Lunasis to mirror the radiance of Gaian but to never to overcome its illumination. Though Umva was still sorrowed this creation could not be perfect Umva would not intervene, for were these not, after all, the maker's own thoughts and to what ends might these thoughts become if left to grow in time's fertile soil. Umva greatly desired to know this outcome.

And so the world was complete in substance but not variety. Umva gathered the Umvata and gave them a choice. To be bound to the fate of the world until its ending, or withdraw forever beyond its borders and abide in the void until its ending. To Gaian and Lunasis, Umva gave no choice, for this world was of their making and they were ever to tied to its fate. But it was a great gift for Gaian and Lumasis desired to take dominion over their imaginings.

With Gaian and Lunasis came Soel, Mercuria, Venusa, Marsis, Jupus, Sautna, Celestris, Uransus and Plutocra. They also could not bear to be parted from the worlds they imagined and Umva breathed existence upon. With them came their Umavtaki who were bound unto their Umvata parents in the new world. And Umva gave them dominion over it and imbued them with the 'Quanta Solaris' so that they might give form to their creations. And Umva saw that it was good and in gladness withdrew with the remaining Umvata beyond the veil of the universe and they sing there in a blissful union unto the worlds ending.

And so our world of Erta began but in the beginning it was not the world we know now. The seas and land were in place and the earth was warmed by the light of Soel's star but no living things were yet upon it. So began the long spring of Erta as the guardians awoke the planet to fruitful growth. They kindled the plants, trees and flowers, the nectar-consuming insects, seed and fruit eating birds and all the animals that feasted upon the grass and plants. Great forest soared out of the grass and birds made music upon the dawn perches like feathered lyres. Their was no limit upon the variety and this first life brought ever more into it and no stain of sickness or pain was upon any part of it. It grew ever richer and diverse, as rich as the imaginings of the Umvata allowed and life teemed across all its lands.  The spring of the Erta blossomed to a summer of perpetual bliss. Then the Umvata walked among the green, pleasant lands like Titans. They never wearied or hungered but at last the came to wish for a place to rest in and there contemplate upon all the wonders they had done. In the west of Erta where the sun said its last farewell before night they built a mighty citadel in the place they called called Solestris. Upon a tall green hill they raised their snow-white towers , and called this mighty citadel Gildesene and there they dwelled in peace for a thousand years.

Yet peace is not always its own reward and Lunasis was not content with the world they had made for her being was flawed in doubt. We may call her evil, but in truth, she was but a dark thought of Umva made incarnate. Over a thousand years this darkness stayed hidden and yet its hiding made it all the more potent. For doubt, left in secret grows of its influence; and ever it increased among her and her Umvataki. They slowly came to despise this new world they now inhabited. Fearing to arouse the wrath of the other Umvata, slowly and always  in secret they began to unravel where they could its strands of goodness. And as decency sleeps in its afterglow of harmony so evil always comes to be unleashed. While the lords basked in the perfection of their labours Lunasis and her children unleashed a chaos upon the world that would never be fully quelled until its ending.

Even as the Umvata celebrated their world with such a joy Lunasis was ever in doubt. For to her, immortality seemed worthless, without loss. This new world of perfect balance where neither illness, nor death, came was an abomination in her sight. For she greatly desired to measure her own immortality against those that might not possess it. To see things end so she might better understand her own existence. And this thought gnawed her and her followers till they could no longer disguise their struggle against it. But the other Umvata could not understand for they had not been a part of the one dark thought of Umva. And slowly they grew afraid her dark thought might one day touch them and bring ruin upon all they had wrought.

They held a council and it was decided Lunasis and her kin must leave Gildesene before they marred the blossoming of Erta and bring ruin upon the Earth. Lunasis and her Umvataki withdrew and travelled to a remote place in the world where the eyes of the other Umvata did not often stray. This part of the world they now named Unvodhal and it is a place of regret for greatly do the Umvata mourn the loss of their sister. Yet they were not forsaken, Gaian's heart forebode a great, irreparable schism had occurred and that only wretchedness would result from it. So he sent in disguise some of the Umvataki to visit the region Lunasis had withdrawn to. But a grief for their kin mingled with innocence clouded their insight and they did not see at first that Lunasis with the 'Quanta Solaris' had took some of the fair creatures of earth and corrupted them to carnivorous hunters that feasted upon the flesh of the other fair things. So now began in that blasted place the first great staining of Erta.

In her great fortress of Hasa Lunasis worked ceaselessly creating all the mean and terrible things that crawl or fly or hunt in the world and spiders were ever her speciality. From the deep pits of Drahour came the wolves and hawks, and bear-trolls  and so was made the second marring of goodness within creation

But the balance of the world is a strange mistress and not lightly can it be altered so. She paid a terrible price for her arts and Lunasis and her Umvataki became terrible to behold. They strove ceaselessly to mar the earth but ever it marred them more. Enraged and maddened they became ever more enamoured of cruelty and despair for they had left forever the path of Umva. Some say that Umva has an equal, yet opposite in the universe and term the being Eshmillah. It is said that in this perversion of Erta the hand of Esmillah is seen, for no thought of death ever came from Umva, not even unto Lunasis.

And from Gildesene the lords looked on in horror at the unfolding of all the dark deeds of Lunasis. This abomination that was being wrought to their dreams and great hopes and all their thoughts were attuned to what they must now do to restore their blessed realm. In their desperation they appealed to Umva for help but there was no answer. Umva had withdrawn forever from his creation and would not intervene upon it save perhaps at its ending.

In great sadness and regret the Umvata mourned for the passing of their beloved world and yet they still did nothing. For they had not yet come to know the thought of war in their minds. Such pure spirits as they had never considered the possibility of harm being wrought against the world or its creatures. In great goodness and fealty to each other they grieved for the world but in a glimmer of prescience they strengthened Gildesene lest evil should come upon them there. There they retired inside their blessed city behind tall, white, walls and waited. Unopposed, Lunasis let her evil spread about the land.  Fellspoor the Umvata now named her and the Umvataki who worshipped her they called the Swaawn

And the lords waited and watched through eyes of those Umvataki they sent to watch over Lunasis. And slowly as the tales of horror returned. Tales that grew even beyond the ken of their despair they hardened their resolve to act. The catalyst was the capture and corruption of Hastad the Umvataki of Sautna. Greatly did Lunasis and her minions put him to torture in the dark pits of Drahour till they broke him. Only then was he returned wretched to the lords, a shattered shade of his noble self. Hastad, the pure spirit, lover of trees and woods was utterly ruined to a dark creature hungering for the flesh of all lesser things.  The food of the lords became a poison he could not touch, nor smell, and all the splendours of Gildesene were like a torture that burned his eyes and soul. And there in the naivety of their pity came the first killing in the blessed land. For Hastad took one of the pets of Gaian and ate it alive. Its blood stained the floor of the Amas but its screams stained the consciousness of the Umvata more. Then the lords saw and understood all the ugly pointlessness of death and grew afraid. Yet even in their fear the lords took pity on Hastad and he is ever in the watchful care of Sylvana though never again shall he know the beauty of the forest. Their hearts were broken but even in their despair that like a wolf came to stalk them as they sleep in the night the fire of anger awoke to chase it away.

The council of the Umvata was long and difficult. The malice and evil of Lunasis was clear. But ever the lords debates sought to oppose her without themselves becoming an arc of destruction. This they greatly feared more than Lunasis. For they were afraid their world of great beauty, that they ever loved, would be destroyed by war. That in order to save they must destroy. Rive the world they loved in war to defeat the enemy they must themselves become more like her. This was the riddle Lunasis had now set them and in it, her awful wisdom was revealed.

They reviled its marring and though they wished it had not taken place, yet it had.  For good or ill, the world was not as it was. To this end, they counselled not oppose Lunasis directly, but make in the world a race of worthy enough to fight upon the side of light and counter the darkness through its great beauty and courage. And so in defence of Erta was made the Elves. The beings of light and shade that resembled the Umvataki in stature, but were made semi-mortal. They could be killed but they would not die and their spirit aflame with the Qanta Solaris would return to Gildesene to await rebirth.

They were born in small numbers at sunset on the longest night of the year. Born full grown and beautiful were these elves to look upon. Fair creatures of skins in rainbow shades with long, athletic limbs and flowing hair. Even as they were birthed in the fair mountains under the tall white-stemmed birch trees the lords knew they had done well. Though their heart forebode to them they would suffer greatly in the world they rejoiced in the fairness of face and spirit of their children of light. Celestris was sent with two of her Umvataki, Kervas and Gildra, in the guise of learned elves to teach to them the speech and history of Erta so they might learn of all the secrets of animals, woods and star under the earth and so from the beginning they rejoiced in simple joys and hated forever the darkness of Lunasis. But ever they loved the stars under which they were awakened. The Silestris they name it and the long night of the year they called 'Siladra'

But evil is a strange thing and often those who do its greatest works begin at its start with noble deeds and righteous cause.  For in reply to the creation of the elves Lunasis made men. In the dark fastness of Drahour he made the first humans in a glorious mockery of the Umva's children. Fell and brutal were made the race to fight, kill and feast upon the flesh of other living things. They were shorter than elves but ever as strong and had they been given the grace of goodness would have made a race of proud warriors. But mostly they were made petty and arrogant, for they were ever reminded of their mortality. Lunasis did not yield to them the full portion of the 'Quanta  Solaris' that allows immortality for he wished them to suffer with sickness and old age and ultimately to know the bitterness of death. Even now it is seen that those in possession of splendorous and goodly things will not share their treasures lest they are usurped by sharing. Such is the legacy of Lunasis to men and from the outset men tasted  the bitterness of their brevity of creation and goaded by Lunasis sought ever to wage war upon those who did not die.  

Yet unbeknown to Lunasis the Umvata sent disguised Shastia, Umvataki of Soel to Drahour.  Shastia watched the first men drew breath deep in the caverns under Drahour. Watched as Lunasis and her kin fed them fell meats and drink and told them of the great wrongs of the Umvata against the world.  Shastia sorrowed for all the lies Lunasis told and the false anger that was kindled within men for a world they had not yet seen. Yet even as he faltered in his resolve in those blasted caverns Shastia learnt the hearts of some men, despite all the perversions Lunasis might imagine and improvise remained pure and could not be so easy be won by the darkness. For in the end, despite the venom that crawled within her, there was still a gleam of the original goodness. Inside her was a vestige of memory of the spirit dance among the stars in veneration of Umva at the beginning of creation. Even as she created men so it now left her and passed to some of them and this one, final grace residing hidden in Lunasis was utterly gone from her. She could not have known what she had done, but this one thing she unknowingly bestowed upon them in ignorance gave them a glimpse of another plane far beyond the circles of the world. Far away from Erta Umva smiled at this, for the evil intent Lunasis sought to inflict upon men rebounded  and the unintended consequence of her malice meant men might leave this world at the end of time and she could not.

From that time Lunasis was complete in her abomination but men were given a hope the elves could never be granted. And there in the dark, foul catacombs of Drahour, Shastia gleamed this hope. There in that awful place it fell on him like the first rays of the sun at dawn after a winter frost. He gave thanks that not for nothing, does the long benevolence of Umva reveal itself in the most unlikely places.  Choosing carefully these new men who could not be so easily swayed to evil Shastia laboured long in secret among them teaching greater, nobler things.

These men Shastia named The Palad-Roush (children of hope) and they came together into a secret conclave of goodness that was easily hidden from Lunasis and her Umvataki and the other men for evil does not perceive goodness when it has become totally base and vicious. Yet Shasti could see the elves would be another matter. From their first meeting with the new men the elves perceived that men were not bound to the fate of this world as they were and greatly would they come to resent it over the long years that folllowed.

But one day came the time to choose whether goodness or evil should indeed rule the hearts of these men. Lunasis wished to test the loyalty of her creations and so devised a strategy. Into that dark and damp place she brought a band of captured elves for sport. The elves were deceived by the Umvataki of Lunasis who wore fair forms and appeared as lords of Gildesene to them. Like lambs to the slaughter they were led by promise and innocence to Drahour even though their hearts forebode a great sadness awaited them though they could not know why. The elves one trapped there quailed at the great evils they saw there and were afraid. And this was too much for Shastia to bear and in the caverns of Drahour she revealed herself to Lunasis in all the splendour of her Umvataki form. Her sudden brilliance blinded Lunasis and her dark followers. In haste Shastia spurred the men and elves to escape while she maintained the light for a little time. So escaped the elves and men from that accursed place. Then only when she knew they were safe did the light of Shastia fail and allow the dark flame of Lunasis to rush in like a roar of emptiness and overwhelmed her, Shastia was consumed and spent form fled back to Gildesene crippled.

And in Gildesene Soel felt the dying of Shastia's light and was grieved beyond measure as a father who feels the pain of his young child. Like a wind that rushes in from the sea he raced to Drahour and led all the men and elves to safety and the followers of Lunasis's that came after them did not ever return  back to Drahour to account it. So came the first slaying of the dark Umvataki by Soel and so was made the third marring of goodness within creation. Ever would Lunasis rage against this first slaying of her children by the Umvata and ever would she scheme and plot ways to avenge them.

Soel led the band of elves and men to Gildesene The elves Gaiian gave leave to make a city for themselves close to the watchful eyes of the Umvata. On a low green plateau, overlooking the sea the elves raised the citadel of Vohrwor under the care of Celestris.

But the lords marvelled more at the doughty and fell men that Soel had brought.  Akin to elves they were. They made laughter and music and yet ever there was a fateful sorrow entwined about them. This was hard to understand for not even the mightiest of the Umvata could understand the model of mortality yet. 

And in Gildesene came now the cry,'To War' But the words that cannot be recalled must be considered before they are said. Like a winter storm that takes day and turns its warmth to deepest cold so can wrath's words freeze and burn the warmest heart.

The host of the Rimrudhel was fair beyond what we know. 10,000 elves and men arrayed under the leadership of Soel marched to Unvodhel. Bright were their swords and spears and each was clad in the armour of their house and the banners of gold  and white flew in the breeze like ripe wheat that ripples under a late summer wind. 

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