Challenge: Harrow, Sow
Summary: After many years of warning, Yavanna’s hour has come.
Characters/Pairing: Yavanna, plants
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor making money off this.
The Muster of Kementári
When the Valar came, Melkor raged wildfire over the north. Aulë answered in firebreak canyons and mountains, but firestorms spread embers. Forests fell, tundra sweated, drowning lowlands.
Enter Yavanna. Outraged, her kingdom’s fertile with fight: horsebrush sprouted; blood-red sword-grass proliferated, mocking Melkor. Her doughty weedy briars clutched topsoil close; lichens ate stone.
The Sower harrowed Utumno, seeding it with poison ivy. Melkor’s fires sent its fume throughout his halls: his servants foundered, screaming blood. Against dark fire, Yavanna pit her green: even dragons succumbed.
And while her siblings raged, Kementári sank roots into Utumno’s rock vaults and cracked them open…
Notes: Imagine this on the inside of your throat, mouth, and lungs, not to mention everywhere else.
Yavanna and Oromë are the only Valar regularly said to walk the land beyond Valinor, and Yavanna regularly warns her siblings that they must do something about Melkor.