A/N: These short drabbles are not a part of the Tales of the Morningstar series, but written for Eldhoron's 'Drabbles of the Valar' contest. Also, thank you to Jaya Avendel for correcting some of my errors in a few of these. Disclaimer regarding all my fanfiction works is in my bio. Enjoy!

Word count:

Manwë: 76

Varda: 82

Manwë

He watched her dance, the stars in her eyes aligned with the stars she had so beautifully put to light up the blue skies. In beauty and perfection her graceful hair had been caught in the evening breeze. Varda Elentári, she was his love, his wife, his star! So thought he always in hard times like these, for even though Manwë Súlimo was King of the Valar, never could he imagine himself ruling without his Queen.

Varda

Upon the high throne of Taniquetil she sat, Queen of the everbright stars, together with her husband, Manwë, King of Arda. Upon the high mountain, Varda heard laments of loss, of pain, and grief—but also soft singing, mirroring their happiness and newfound joy. Sauron had at last been destroyed, and with it came long-sought victory, but also great defeat. All of the Free Peoples had suffered heavy losses. So tonight, the stars shone brighter and clearer than ever—celebrating victory, and mourning death.