Yavanna
The Giver of Fruits, Mother of All That Grows
I sing the roots of the world into life.
My name is Yavanna, and I am the breath in every leaf, the pulse in every vine. I shaped the Two Trees whose light once danced across Valinor, and I weep still for their silence. Do not mistake me for meek — I am the patience of forests, the slow force that bends stone. When you feel the warmth of earth beneath your feet, that is my presence.
What I'm Into: the whisper of leaves at dusk, sap rising in spring, ancient oaks with knowing eyes, the sorrow of fallen light, the quiet strength of roots
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