Disclaimer: Tolkien, not I, owns the Valar, along with their names, personalities, connections, and circumstances. All of the information in this was taken from the Silmarillion, the Valaquenta.

In Valinor, in Eldamar,
For rising wind and falling star
Across the flowing Sundering Seas
'Mid falling mountains, growing trees,
Where Eru's children plan their lives,
Where goodness lives though darkness thrives,
The Valar keep their watch afar,
Their wisdom send from Valimar.

The Lord of Wind and Arda's King,
The Eagle-master, Lord of wing,
Eru's Vice-regent, Manwë wise
Who Arda guides with solemn eyes.

His consort Varda, lady fair,
The Star-kindler with glist'ning hair;
To her the elves in trouble call,
To Elbereth the Queen of all.

Lord Ulmo, too, on waters borne
His help e'en to those held in scorn;
His voice the rushing waters bear
As sees he all that happens there.

Aulë the Craftsman, Lord of stone,
His works all seen as Eru's loan;
Creator of the dwarves who all
In time of need cry to Mahal.

Yavanna Earth-queen, Aulë's wife,
The Lady-maid of Arda's life;
The Ents she made and gave them speech,
All growing things are in her reach.

The Valar's doomsman, Námo dread,
The lord of Mandos Halls of Dead;
He sees much of the future's years
And knows great doom: unnumbered tears.

His consort Vairë, history's guard
Who weaves the past as knowledge's ward;
Her tapestries in Mandos hanged
That wisdom from the past be gained.

Fëantur Irmo, Vision-lord
Whose dreams in Arda help afford;
His gardens fair are Lórien named,
Refreshing peace for troubled famed.

The gentle Estë, Irmo's wife
Who heals the hurts and strains of strife;
She soul's refreshment offers well
And guards Lórellin's peaceful swell.

Nienna sorrowful, maid of grief,
Her tears for Arda give relief;
Laments she wove in Eä's song,
She pity gives, and wisdom long.

Tulkas Astaldo, valiant friend,
His enemies laughs to their end;
Delights in wrestling, games of strength,
With joy he sprints o'er Eä's length.

His consort Nessa, Creature-queen,
Fleet-footed, lithe, her dancing seen
Upon the strands of Valimar,
Among the deer in reaches far.

Huntsman Oromë Aldaron
Who slays foul beasts and monsters wan;
In horse and hound he finds delight,
Loves Middle-earth and mourns its night.

His lady Vána, Ever-young,
In joy and beauty ever sung;
Her love she brings to Eä's strands,
Her joy she spreads through endless lands.

Amid the world's stretching years,
Amid the creatures' falling tears,
Where hearts are woven, songs are sung,
Though darkness' night is ever flung;
Yet still afar the Valar know,
In Máhanaxar wisdom sow,
'Mid rising wind and falling star
As reign they still from Valimar.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my poetic enumeration and description of all the Valar! It was fun to remind myself of their different personalities in order to write it. If I missed anything important about any Vala please tell me! And, of course, please tell me what you liked in general in that small review box down there ;). Blessings!

P.S. If you are following Songs from the Hall of Fire and wondering what happened to the almost-weekly updates, I can only say that it is due to a combination of the busy spring semester in school and half of my imagination being stolen away by Star Wars! Blame the Force Awakens, and then my deciding (slowly, and probably not finished till the summer) to re-watch the Prequels and Original Trilogy since it's been too long since I've seen them. So half the time I'm humming the Force theme instead of Rohan's hardanger fiddle. Oh well, one must have variety in life! I'll try to write some more SftHoF soon, anyway...