Rating: G
Summary: …Yavanna takes up a new duty...(a drabble)

Y: LIKE A YAWNING YAVANNA

She studied them: they had not the grace of Elves, nor the fierceness of Men, nor the grim dignity of Aulë‘s Dwarves. Clearly they were of the Secondborn, their fëar destined to fly beyond the kenning of the Valar, to a fate unknown. Yet they had something Elvish about them, in the shape of their ears, the way they seemed attuned to the earth and to growing things. Why had He placed them under *her* protection?

One of them yawned, placing a small brown hand over his mouth, and she yawned in response. She smiled. Ah, but they *were* charming.