Blackness, emptiness, the nothingness stretched out farther than even an Ainur could fathom, its sightless space maddening to a weaker mind. Its lack of being caused Mairon to ponder its existence for a moment, but he brushed such thoughts away, as he did not like to question the workings of Eru.
But that was what indeed Mairon saw before him as he looked out from the very edges of the Halls of Iluvatar, a lack of being. He had never truly examined The Void so before, for as a servant of Aule he was more inclined to behold creation, and how things worked, and thus the matter of nothingness was not one he would usually think upon. But Mairon loved to examine, he loved to learn knowledge in all things, but to his dismay he had come to the conclusion that none could truly decipher all the mysteries of The Void. None save maybe Melkor.
Mairon had only seen the mighty Valarian Lord on several occassions, and had never conversed with him, but he was enamoured of his power and knowledge. For only Melkor had ever dared venture the great spaces of The Void, perhaps seeking out its secrets, or searching for form of creation. Of his aims, only Melkor himself knew.
Awoken from his musings, Mairon felt a familiar presence at his back. He turned to embrace his great friend, Eonwe.
"It is good to see you, Mairon!" Eonwe exclaimed. "Verily, it has been too long since I have visited you!"
Mairon smiled heartily, "Aye, I had begun to believe you had vanished and forgotten me, old friend!"
"Ha! Forget you, dear one! Nay, never! I was busying myself with work from Lord Manwe. Many of us have been busy for a long time. Ah, I have so much to tell you, Mairon, for something marvelous is about to happen!"
"Well, at least you come back to me with news, Eonwe! What would be this marvelous thing you speak of?"
The two Maiar companions then spent much time in converse, speaking of such matters that only the Ainur would know of. It appeared that the greater Ainur, or Valar, were preparing for an event of epic grandeur, which was to be orchestrated by none other than Eru Iluvatar.
"All of the Ainur will be present," explained Eonwe. "For each will give form to their visions, thoughts and feelings, and all the work from every Ainur will forge into one!"
"Truly, Eonwe, this seems marvelous indeed! But tell me, how will our works be expressed?"
"They say it shall be a great Music, where the different voices of each Ainur will make a beautiful harmony, led by our Lord Eru himself!"
"Then we must prepare ourselves to sing before mighty Eru! I would not like to fall a note flat in his great work!"
"Ha, yes indeed! Preparation is essential. Ah, but tell me Mairon, I did not expect to find you here, so close to The Void. Why would you be here?"
"The temptation of attempting to examine it was too strong, good friend, I simply had to look at it in more depth. But alas, I cannot unlock the mysteries of it. Maybe I should try questioning Lord Melkor."
The smile briefly fell from Eonwe’s face. "Mairon, I would advise not to speak with Melkor. He has been away for a long time now, in the depths of The Void again. There are whispers that he is searching for Flame Imperishable, so he can have power to match Lord Eru."
Mairon was shocked. "Truly? But to act out against Eru himself is unthinkable! How could any conceive of such a thing?"
"I myself cannot say," said Eonwe. "Such blasphemy is as much a mystery to me as you. I can only guess that The Void has something to do with the matter."
"The Void? What do you mean by that, Eonwe?"
"What I am trying to express, Mairon, is that The Void is but blackness, emptiness. Maybe such darkness could even place a shadow on a Vala’s heart. But let us not speak of such things."
"Aye," agreed Mairon. "Maybe you are true. Regardless, I believe we should move away from this Void. The thought of corruption against Eru chills me to my very soul."
With that, the two Maiar walked together deeper into the Halls of Iluvatar, where the Ainur fraught to prepare their part in the great Music. But beyond, the great blackness of The Void remained, and somewhere within it, Melkor thought his thoughts, and the seeds of darkness are sown.