Ulmo rules the deep blue sea
He hears all that’s by his shores
Aulë is lord of the earth
To him the Dwarves owe their birth
Oromë is the master of hunting
His favorite game is hunting Orcs
Námo, speaker of Dooms
He speaks only when the need is dire
Irmo rules the realm of dreams
From him come many things
Tulkas is the master of fighting
He laughs forever in war
Varda rules the stars by night
And the sun by day
Yavanna rules the plants and animals
She created the Trees of Valinor
Nienna cries for the hurts of the world
But from her you may learn hope
Estë brings rest to all
All you must do is heed her call
Vairë the weaver records all of Time
She hangs her weavings in Mandos’ halls
Vaná the ever-young
Of her many songs are sung