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It had been three weeks since Jon and the others had returned to the Gray Havens. Jon and his companions returned to their studies, Sansa and Arya began to adjust to theirs, starting with the language classes, Quenya and Sindarin, which gave them great difficulty, especially Quenya while Jon and the others were already beginning to study Adûnaic, the native language of the High Men of Númenor to the joy of Shiera.
However, Jon had focused his studies on understanding the so-called "Gift of Men," as Lord Ulmo emphasized that he should do in their last meeting. Therefore Jon, wanting to fulfill the wishes and expectations of the Valar, and thus he spent a great deal of time in the library pouring over old tomes hoping to understand the gift of his people, the Atani. Still, he soon understood that this search would be much more laborious than he imagined and that his answers, if any existed, would not be in some book; however, he found something very interesting, an ancient manuscript (even older than The Ballad of Leithian) that contained a debate called "Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth."
In which Finrod Felagund, a mighty Noldorian lord, conversed with Andreth, a wise woman learned in the lore of men, Finrod had a close friendship with Andreth of the House of Bëor, whom he often visited during the Siege of Angband to converse with her on the matters of Elves and Men. One such conversation was written down and later known as Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth.
Jon raised his eyebrows as he read Finrod's name; he knew him from his studies; Finrod was an elven king of the Noldor, and the eldest son of Finarfin and elder brother to Angrod, Aegnor, and Galadriel. Finrod was said to be very wise and to have a noble and generous heart.
Finrod and his people did not participate in the Kinslaying at Alqualondë. While they were travelling up the coast of Araman, the Vala Mandos appeared and pronounced the Doom of the Noldor, and in that hour, Finarfin forsook the march and returned to Valinor with many of his people. However, Finrod and his siblings went forward still and led their people on the long and perilous march to Middle earth.
But over three hundred years had passed since the Noldor came to Beleriand, Finrod journeyed east of Sirion and went hunting with Maglor and Maedhros, two of the sons of Fëanor. But he wearied of the hunt and passed on alone towards the mountains of Ered Lindon. There, in the lands of Thargelion, in East Beleriand, Finrod was the first of the Noldor to come across Men. These were the kindred and followers of Bëor The Old. He went among them while they were sleeping and, picking up a harp which Bëor had laid aside, played music upon it such as the ears of men had not heard. When the men awoke and listened to his song, each thought that he was in some fair dream. He long stayed with them, learning their language and teaching them Sindarin. He also intervened on behalf of the Laiquendi of Ossiriand, who feared Men would destroy their home, and he got permission of Thingol, who held rule over all Beleriand, to guide the Men to Estolad.
However, Jon stopped thinking about Finrod and focused his efforts on the debate; he spent the next hour reading it, hoping to understand everything Finrod and Andreth talked about regarding their race's relationtionship with the Valar.
Not that I can blame them, Jon thought uncomfortably.
The elves will also eventually be consumed by their spirits or will ultimately have to go live in Aman because due to their link with the world, they are connected to it in a more profound way than men, thus being the world. "Damaged" by Melkor's unconformity, the elves were also "damaged."
... that's an interesting concept ... Jon thought, reading the manuscript with renewed interest.
Then he asked her since she did not just mean that Men are diminished and die so soon (compared to the Eldar) because Arda is marred if there had been some particular strike against her people by the Enemy. She said there had been. This caused Finrod to worry about the potential scope of Melkor's power. He knew the Eldar were also physically lessened by the Marring of Arda, as their spirit would eventually overcome their bodies, but if it was more than that which caused brief lives and death for Men, Melkor's power had greater reach than he realised. If it was so, as she said, that he changed the fate of an entire people against the design of Eru, then all their strife against him was folly, and even the Mountains of the Pélori were built on sand. Andreth agreed that was true as Men have long known. She said the Nameless was Lord of the world and all strife against him was folly and their efforts fruitless.
By the nameless, she meant Melkor, and Finrod cautioned her strongly against blasphemy because, in her ignorance, she had confused the Enemy with Eru. Understanding now her confusion, he disbelieved her tale that Men were made to die (stripped of their immortality) by Morgoth. However, in consideration, he asked her what she thought her people had possibly done that would have angered the Creator so much that he took everlasting life from them. He wished to know her understanding of the cause of the Marring of Man (the wound), and he was trying to lead her logically to the same conclusion he had just come to.
For this, Andreth had no answer. She said it was unspoken of. They fled from the knowledge of it, and no one then remembered the dark deed. The only stories that she knew were that they were once not so swift to die. Finrod asked if she knew any tales at all of a time before they knew death, and she said only that perhaps Adanel would know such a story. Finrod asked if the Valar knew. In bitterness, Andreth discounted the Valar as having had no care nor instruction for Men, for they were never summoned.
She was gently chided to not speak so of the Powers, for he had dwelt in their Light which she did not understand. He continued that perhaps they (Men) were beyond the scope of the Valar, for Men govern themselves within Arda under the hand of the One. And if she would not speak to others of her wound or how it was come by, she should be cautious to not misjudge the pain or misplace the blame of it.
The debate then circled back on the first question of Man not being intended to die. He inquired that in her people's first encounters with the other folk of the Quendi if they spoke of life or death then or knew that they were mortal then? She replied that since they already had their lore, they did not need the lore of the Elves, and their ancient lore stated that they were: born never to die. The lore did not have the concept that they would die when the world died, as the Eldar did (she had only just learned that knowledge from him). Her lore was that Men simply would not die. There was no conception of the world ending.
Finrod logically disproved this idea on two points: if one has an imperishable body that is of the world, it could not outlast the world, and without knowing it, Andreth claimed that Men have a hröar and fëar that are out of harmony. The Eldar clearly can perceive that the fëar of Men is akin to the fëar of the Quendi, yet it is not confined to Arda, nor is Arda it's home. While the Eldar can perceive the Unseen, and she may not have understood this, he gently explained that sometimes friends and kinsmen see one clearer than they can see themselves.
The conversation then turned to an area of curiosity. Finrod asked about how Men perceived the world and the objects in it. The Eldar said that Men do not see things for what they are. When Men study one thing, it is to learn something else, and when they love something, it is because it reminds them of something dearer. He wished to know the points of comparison (the tokens and reminders) and how Men seem to have a memory of things before they have begun to learn about them. Although unsure, she explained that the heart may be stirred by something it does not understand, or there is a feeling of a fleeting memory that passes before it can be grasped.
For their brief lives, she knew that Men have been called 'guests' by the Eldar; she explained that Men called the Eldar "Grown-up children" because they saw the world with unwearied eyes. To Men, nothing held its savour for long.
She inquired if this restlessness was their nature or if it was the Shadow upon their hearts. Finrod replied that he believed it was their nature, the Shadow may have made them weary of things more swiftly, but the unrest was always there.
In the end, the debate ended with Finrod returning to the Siege of Angband and saying goodbye to his close friend Andreth who was in love with Finrod's brother Aegnor.
Jon finished reading the debate and rubbed his temple while sleep and fatigue took their toll on him, while his mind tried to assimilate what he had learned, the soul of men " Fëa " does not remain in the world after death, and It is still an unknown place while the soul of the elves as their master Glorfindel had told them will remain in this world until it ends.
... This is just a manuscript ... I don't have a concrete way of knowing what is true or not ... But I think I have more questions than answers...
"Go to bed, Jon ... You look exhausted," Said a kind voice behind him, and Jon turned back to see the beautiful face of Princess Daenerys, who just smiled sweetly at him while wearing a lovely green dress stitched with silver leaf tracery.
Jon tried to get up from the chair to bow, but he had spent so much time sitting that he felt pain in his lower back as well as in his neck; since his battle with the fell orcs of Mordor, his neck had been sore. It didn't hurt all the time, but it was becoming increasingly painful.
Seeing Jon with that expression of pain, Daenerys became concerned and approached her love.
"Has something happened?" Daenarys seeing Jon's pained expression.
"Don't worry, Princess ... I'm just a little numb ... And sore from my battle against the Orcish Chieftain," Jon said, unable to move because of the pain in his back. And Dany began to worry.
"Saying that only increases my worry ... How long have you been sitting here?" The Princess asked, arching an eyebrow.
... That's a good question ... Jon thought, looking at the skylight in the roof only to realize that it was already dark; he instantly put a hand to his neck wincing at the tingling pain.
"I was afraid of that," Daenerys said, sighing when she saw Jon's expression of pain as one hand clutched his neck and the other on his lower back; the Princess smiled as this allowed her to test something she had been practicing. With one of Lord Cirdan's healers who helped care for the wounded. She got behind Jon and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Princess, what are you doing ...?"
"Sshhh ... Just .. relax," Daenerys said in a flirtatious tone as she tried to sound like a seductive temptress.
She placed her hands on Jon's shoulders and gently began to rub them, and almost instantly, the Princess arched her eyebrows as she was surprised at how tense Jon's shoulders were; she had to rub them with all her strength to be able to undo the knots that she found. Yet Jon was apparently enjoying his pampering because he was moaning in satisfaction.
... When Jon's companions remarked that it seemed like he always had the weight of the world on his shoulders, I thought it was merely a joke ... Daenerys thought.
Smiling at having the object of her love under her fingers, the Targaryen Princess began to move her hands gently and gracefully down Jon's back and began to descend down his back until reaching the lower part of it where she found a huge knot, determined to make Jon feel better Dany began to press the knot, but Jon groaned in pain.
"I'm sorry," Daenerys said worriedly.
"Tis alright, but ... Princess Daenerys, where did you learn to do this?" Jon said ecstatically.
"Jon, you can call me Dany; we have already been through a lot together, and the one who taught me is one of Lord Cirdan's healers; I decided to specialize in a particular type of healing since Ladies Shiera and Ashara are the best preparing ointments and poultices, at least I have my own specialty for injured or stressed muscles ... Tell me what do you think? " Daenerys said these last words in a husky whisper as she twirled her fingers in the knot on his back; the sensation of her fingers along with the warmth of her breath made Jon's heart begin to pound and blood to rush to his cock.
... By the Valar ... I cannot contain myself ... I better wait to see what Dany is planning if I'm wrong ... Well, it was lovely having a cock ...
Daenerys continued to massage Jon's back for about fifteen more minutes and felt the muscle contracted from sitting for so long and hurt from the battle with the orc chieftain began to relax and release his stress, causing Jon to exhale a moan of satisfaction as he closed. His eyes.
... Now the final part ... thought a satisfied Dany, who began to massage Jon's entire back as she climbed up to his neck and gently pressed the stiff muscles causing Jon to be lost in a cloud of comfort; Jon felt utterly under her power, like clay in her hands Dany could mold him to her liking, and he wouldn't have resisted.
... This is incredible ... I have never felt anything like it ... Jon said with his eyes still closed and occasionally exhaled groans of satisfaction and indicated to Daenerys were to press harder ...
"How about now, Jon? ... Are you feeling better?" Said a satisfied Dany as she continued to massage Jon's back with renewed vigour.
Then without knowing how it happened, she began to approach Jon's neck, and even though he could feel her breath closer and closer, he didn't have the strength to argue, until ... Dany began to kiss Jon's neck leaving various love bites before she pulled away, her face a pleasant shade of scarlet.
"Jon ... I'm sorry ... I don't know ..."
However, Jon did not answer; he just jumped up from his chair and stared at her; Dany was surprised to see an intense fire of lust in his eyes.
"I want you, Daenerys," Jon said hoarsely, and without warning, he gave her a passionate kiss surprising the Targaryen so much so that she simply sat there, feeling anxious, happy, and nervous for that is her first real kiss since Dany isn't dreaming, nor Jon is drunk.
Steeling herself, Daenerys began to use her tongue to defend herself from Jon's, but her attempts were clumsy, and the wild wolf quickly overpowered her; in the end, they both parted to take a breath.
"Your first kiss?" Jon asked, amused.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Daenerys didn't answer and instead nodded.
... That makes two Targaryen Princesses who's first kiss I have claimed .. . Jon thought with pride.
"What I told you is true, Dany ... You drive me crazy with desire ... But I will not force you to do anything, so it is best to leave things here, why ..." Jon could not say anything before Daenarys silenced him with another fierce kiss.
"Jon ... I appreciate you being so attentive and considerate of me ... But don't make decisions for me ... Just like Rhaenys, I am a Dragon," Dany said with a burning fire in her eyes that drove Jon wild.
"Now ... I want to tell you something ... Please don't interrupt me," Dany said with vulnerability, and Jon nodded.
"I promise I won't interrupt you, Prince ... Dany," Jon said quickly when he saw the expression on her lovely face.
"When I was a child, I lived with my brother in the House of Ser Williem Darry, he prevented the Usurper's men from killing me, and what was left of my family, we stayed in his house for five years ... And there I was happy, "Dany said with tears in her eyes when she remembered the house with the red door and lemon trees.
. .. She had lived through many hardships since she was a child, since long before she met me ... Jon thought in dismay.
"Then Ser Williem died, and his servants stole all his possessions ... Then they threw us out on the street ... I was five years old," Dany said with melancholy, remembering that terrible day.
"Dany, you don't have to remember such sad moments," Jon said, caressing her face with affection.
"Yes, I must ... You only know me from the stories of others, but now I want to be the one to tell you about my past ... And because I knew that you and I were destined to meet each other," Daenerys said before giving Jon another kiss.
"Did you know that you and I would meet?" Jon asked, confused, as Dany nodded.
"Yes. After we were kicked out of our caretaker's House, my brother and I wandered all over Essos for years seeking support to help us reclaim the throne; at first, many great lords and merchants welcomed us into their homes and promised to help us but as soon as they discovered we had no coin or anything of value they threw us out. We became so desperate that my brother was forced to barter our mother's crown... And that's when the last joy in Viserys died. He became the cruel and abusive monster that took out his frustrations on me, most of the time he beat me and blamed me for the death of our mother ... If we had only known that she was alive ", said Daenerys shedding a tear to the remember the mistreatment of his brother.
"I'm so sorry, you have suffered far more than most," Jon said, regretting Daenerys' life.
"All that has passed. Now I am happy, happier than I could dare to dream, free from my brother, with my mother and my niece Rhaenys ... Thanks to you," She said, hugging him tightly, leaning into his chest while Jon kissed her head and stroked her silver hair.
"What happened after that?"
"We were received as guests in the House of Illyrio Mopatis in Pentos, we were so happy to be in a house again that we did not think that this man could have his own reasons, it was he who came up with the idea of marrying Khal Drogo to get an army and my brother being the greedy and cruel idiot he was accepted "Daenerys remembered resentfully.
... If I ever got my hands on those two ... I'll make sure they die a terrible death ... Jon thought spitefully, thinking of making them pay for all the suffering they caused Dany.
"But he was not willing to lose his future queen, so he promised me that when he claimed the Iron Throne, he would kill my husband and all the children we would have had together ... the wretch didn't care, I was just a pawn in his game. But Viserys never realized that he was the pawn in someone else's game, "Dany said with a dark sarcasm in her voice.
... How silly ... And yet he called himself King? ... Jon thought incredulously.
"For months, I was crying in my room, waiting for someone to save me or hoping for a chance to escape. Sadly, none came as I was a prisoner in my own home. It was then news of Robert Baratheon's death, and the war of the five kings reached us. Brother was euphoric, he believed that now the people would clamor for a Targaryen return, but Illyrio convinced him, marshall, an army. I remember that night very well. It was when I dreamed of you for the first time, "said Daenerys looking at Jon with deep love In her gaze.
"Explain ..." Jon asked in confusion, and Daenerys kissed him again.
"I dreamed of being accompanied by a great white wolf with eyes red as blood ... But I did not feel fear, I felt peace, happiness ... I was complete it was then I heard a woman's voice that revealed to me that the owner of that wolf was my destined love. He would save me from this cruel fate and give me the peace and love I always sought ... I just needed to be more patient, "Dany remembered with a smile.
"It was probably one of the Valar. Lord Manwë was the one who told me that I should first rescue Arianne and you before leaving for Middle Earth. It is most likely that they were preparing you too ... Don't you remember anything else about your dreams?" Jon asked.
"No, only there was a lot of Light, a very pure light when I heard the voice of that woman, and I could feel her voice permeating my very being. But I was not scared. You saved me, and you have helped me discover myself; thanks to you, I am now a Targaryen, I am a dragon, and I am no longer that frightened girl intimidated by her brother, "Dany said happily.
"No, now you are a Targaryen, a conqueror," Jon said with pride in his voice.
"Precisely. Jon ... During all this time ... You have taken care of me, sheltered me from danger, and you have been there every time I have needed you. At first, I did not know how to explain my dreams ... That we were meant to be together ... And I was very jealous of Princess Arianne as it seemed she had claimed your heart, while I could only watch you from afar it was heartbreaking because I thought you wouldn't return my feelings as you only had eyes for Arianne. Still, Then I realized that I had a great deal of competition to claim your heart .. Ladies Ashara and Shiera ... And my niece Rhaenys "Daenerys said without missing Jon's reaction.
"But how..?" A dumbfounded Jon asked since they returned from Khazad-dûm, he and Rhaenys have discreetly continued their relationship with Arianne's consent, and even on more than one occasion, they have shared a bed but always careful not to be discovered ... How did Daenerys know?
As if reading his mind Dany just laughed.
"I spied the two of you at the door of her chambers after the battle of Azanulbizar ... You should have been more careful, my wild wolf," Daenerys said with a smirk when she saw Jon blush.
"However, I'm amazed at how you managed to charm Rhaenys' considering how cruel she was when you first met"
"I know, there are days when I can't believe it myself," Jon replied, feeling lucky to have Arianne, Rhaenys ... and Daenerys with him.
"We have spent almost two years together in which I saw how you fell more and more in love with Princess Arianne while I was not sure what to do to win your love. It took my niece falling into your bed to allow me to muster the courage to tell you how I feel, "Daenerys said seriously.
"Daenerys?" Jon said with trepidation.
"I love you, Jon Snow, I love you with all my being, I have admired, respected and cherished my time with you ... And I do not care that you have lovers, because I want to be with you as well my wild wolf ... I want to be your Rhaenys, "The young Targaryen said excitedly to the surprised Jon who had not realized the depth of Daenerys' feelings for him.
... People say that Aegon, the conqueror, had married Visenya out of duty and Rhaenys out of desire ... And that Aegon spent ten nights with Rhaenys for a single night he spent with Visenya ... That's what Dany intends ... She wants to be the first ... For me ...
Sighing, Jon smiled at a confused and anxious Daenerys.
"Dany. All this time, I have noticed how beautiful you are but also how noble and gentle, and that is the true beauty in you ... despite your suffering, the beauty of your spirit has not diminished, the way in which you smile as sweet as a summers rain, the beautiful sound of your laugh like the clanging of soft bells ... everything in you is lovely... everything in your heart makes me want you ... Not only as a lover, I want to take care of you, I want to stay by your side from this day till our last "Said Jon looking at Daenerys with love.
"Jon ..." Daenerys said, utterly embarrassed by Jon's "declaration of love." And she could not react when he kissed her again, but this kiss was not like the previous one, it was fierce, full of passion ... But tender, with love, he did not seek to assault her mouth and take her breath away .. he wanted to savor it like sweet wine.
They kissed for several minutes until they had part for breath, and Dany, happy and excited, decided to take a step that would change everything while taking Jon's hands.
"Let's go to your chambers Jon .." Dany said with a nervous smile, and Jon smiled in excitement. Taking Daenerys by the hand and leading her to his chambers.
"Are you sure, Dany?" Jon said eagerly, and although he desperately wanted her to say yes, he wouldn't force her to continue if she changed her mind.
"Yes, I have waited a long time for this ..." Daenerys said, running towards Jon to take him by the head and kiss him with all her strength.
"Easy, easy, Princess. This is your first time ... Let's make it something memorable," Jon said, amused while Dany nodded nervously.
When they entered Jon's chambers, he secured the heavy wooden door before turning to face the beautiful Valyrian goddess. He could tell she was nervous but was attempting to hide this from him. He wanted nothing more than to ease her discomfort.
Gods, she is truly a beautiful creation. He thought as he walked over to her. Her chest was rising and falling with anticipation.
When he reached her, he tucked a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek and kissing her softly. "We don't have to do this right now. We can wait?" He murmured before pressing another soft kiss to her heart-shaped lips.
His touch sent tingles all the way from where his hand rested on her face to her cunt. She could feel the slick wetness gathering in the center of her small clothes. "No," She stated, pulling away from his lips. "I want you. I have wanted you for so long. I do not want to wait any longer."
Thank fuck, Jon thought as he brought his lips to hers once more, backing her towards the bed as he began to undo the lace of her dress while she worked to unlace the fastening of his breeches.
When they reached the bed, he pushed the green dress down from her shoulders; his mouth began to salivate as her soft, creamy skin was exposed to him inch by inch until the gown was pooled on the floor at their feet. Her pert breasts were nowhere near the size of his Arianne's voluptuous mounds, but they were perfect on her petite frame. He wanted nothing more than to throw her onto the bed and claim her as his own, but he also knew he wanted to make her first time memorable and as painless as possible.
"Gods, Dany, you are truly magnificent." He said, unable to stop himself from taking one of her dusky nipples between his teeth, nipping and latching onto her like a newborn babe. A startled yelp escaped her lips, but within a second, it morphed into a moan of ecstasy that sent blood rushing from all parts of his body to his cock.
After ravishing that breast, he gave it's twin equal attention. He then laid her down on the side of the bed as he continued to place kisses down her stomach, already smelling her tangy arousal as he worked his way towards her cunt.
Dany could feel the tightening in her core, anticipation as he continued his descent lower and lower until he was kneeling on the floor and his head was between her legs. She could not stop the wanton moan that escaped her lips when she felt his tongue swipe across the pearl between her legs.
"Oh my gods, Jon," she murmured between moans and pants, threading her fingers through his hair and holding his head in place between her legs. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
A few licks and sucks and slurps later, she was coming undone, writhing above him as he slowed his ministrations. Once she calmed, he slowly kissed his way back up her body until he was lying beside her.
"That was amazing, Jon Snow," Dany said between kisses. But I want more. I need you. All of you."
Jon nodded and stood at the side of the bed. He did not remove his eyes from her as he removed his tunic and took off his boots. He then pushed his breeches down his hips and allowed them to fall to the floor next to her dress. When he stepped out of his pants, he watched her eyes widen with no fear, but lust, when she saw his member for the first time. It was already impossibly hard, red and weeping at the tip.
"You like what you see, Princess," Jon teased as he stood in front of her.
"Come claim me, White Wolf," Dany purred.
Jon did not need to be told twice. He climbed atop her, lined his cock up with the soaked entrance of her cunt, and kissed her deeply as he slowly pushed inside of her. Her channel was so hot. Hotter than Arianne. Hotter than Rhaenys. Must be the pureness of her Valyrian blood.
Her cunt was so wet that he had to hold himself back from claiming her too quickly and causing her unnecessary pain. It was difficult because her channel was so slick and gripped his member so tightly it was as if it were sucking him in.
"Seven Hells," Jon muttered, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Please, Jon, claim me. I'm ready.."
Jon did not need to be told twice. He knew she was ready because her juices were already dripping outside of her cunt onto him. When he slipped past her maidenhead, he heard her wince, and he paused. He kissed her softly and allowed her a few minutes to adjust to his intrusion. After a short time, their kissing became more intense, and he felt her raise her hips, allowing his cock to slide the rest of the way into her channel and kiss her womb.
"Please, Jon, fuck me like you do with your other lovers. I want to feel you. All of you."
After that, Jon began thrusting their hips, slowly sliding his member in and out of her channel so he could feel every inch of her velvety walls. "Gods Dany, you feel so good."
"So full," she murmured before capturing his lips once more. "Gods, you fill me so well."
Jon could not deny her statement. His cock did fit perfectly into her cunt. He could every silky inch of her slick walls, and it was as if his cock had ascended into one of the heavens. The only way he could think of describing this experience was heavenly.
A few minutes later, he felt her channel begin to squeeze his cock even tighter, and he knew she was close. The sensation caused the familiar tightening in his balls, and he knew he was nearing his peak as well. He began to pick up with the pace. Thrusting in and out of the Targaryen princess' cunt with impossible speed.
"Cum for me, Dany," he murmured as he continued his now erratic thrust. "Cum all over my cock."
His words send her over the edge.
"Fuck!" she squealed in delight as her walls spasmed around his cock, sending him over the edge as well.
"Gods Damn!" Jon grunted as her greedy cunt milked him of every last drop of his seed.
After finishing, they were both panting and sweating, with Dany laying on Jon's chest while he thought about the implications of what had happened.
... I did it ... Now I am a woman ... I am Jon's lover, I do not have to envy Rhaenys and Princess Arianne anymore since soon I will be the dearest to him ... A proud Dany thought as she looked the smiling but tired face of her lover.
"That was amazing ..." the Princess started to say, but Jon put a finger to her lips.
"Only?" He asked with some arrogance, and a funny Daenerys hit him in the chest.
"Fool," Said the Princess making herself comfortable.
"Dany ...I have no regrets at all. I shall become worthy of my loves, worthy of you ... I will make sure you do not regret choosing me," Jon said with conviction while Dany cried with happiness.
"I will never regret tonight, Jon ... Because you are already worthy," Dany said happily.
"Oh, and good news... Your massage worked ... my pain has disappeared... Thank you very much," Jon said, noticing that all his discomfort disappeared.
"You're welcome, my love," Dany said, kissing him for the last time that night and falling asleep with her head resting on his chest. Jon kissed her head before he, too, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Neither realized that they were being watched by a surprised and excited Shiera Seastar.
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Shiera was looking for Jon to make him pay for his joke on the beach, she had devised an excellent plan that would leave the young man begging for her, she decided to look for him in the library, but she did not find him there although she did find some books out of place Curious, she decided to look for Jon in her room, and to her surprise, she heard sounds of passion.
Smiling sinisterly, Shiera used one of the dark arts that she learned in the House of the Eternals; she loathed her time in that wretched place, but she learned many useful things from her captors ... such as a spell that allowed one to transfer their mind to another place, ideal for spying on someone without being seen, although if it was abused one could go insane.
Determined, Shiera wove her spell and silently appeared in Jon's room only to be surprised by the sight of the naked bodies of Jon and Daenerys as they indulged in passion.
The mere sight of Jon's sweaty, naked body made Shiera almost lose her concentration.
... Oh ... Jon is beautiful ...
Shiera remained silent as she watched the mating between Jon and Daenerys, how they kissed, how their sweaty bodies rubbed each other; little by little, she felt like she was overcome by lust, and despite not being physically present, Shiera felt like she was starting to sweat. She began to have fantasies about Jon, imagining herself instead of Daenerys. She was there with them, and in her favorite fantasy Ashara, and herself overwhelming the young dragon of the North.
She remained there and watched until Jon and Princess Daenerys were utterly spent, and Shiera dispelled her enchantment appearing outside Jon's chamber; she could barely think from what she had just seen; she needed a release ... She needed her sweet Ashara.
Shiera ran to her room and found a Robed Ashara coming out of their shared bathroom. Upon seeing her, shiera couldn't contain herself and quickly latched the door. Ashara was surprised to see her as she thought she would be playing a prank on Jon for the kiss he gave her on the beach.
"Is something wrong? I thought you would be with Jon right now," Ashara asked in confusion.
Shiera didn't answer; she just lunged at her and gave Ashara a fierce kiss as she stripped her of her dress. A shocked and stunned Ashara managed to break away from her Targaryen lover as Shiera began to undress.
"Shiera but what…" Again Shiera gave her another passionate and devastating kiss as she laid her on the bed.
"Sshhh ... I need you. Please, Ash. Kiss me. Just kiss me."
Ashara did so, and they both indulged in passion while in Shiera mind wandered to thoughts of a young Targaryen bastard joining them in bed.
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Sansa and Arya had finally finished their language classes for the rest of the day. They were escorted to the training ground where the Noldor trained; they were finally going to see how well Jon and his sworn brothers handled weapons. They hardly saw their brother; they thought that when Jon returned from the halls of Durin, they could be together like when they were children ... But they were very wrong.
Jon and his companions were trained by a hundred teachers in many areas. Healing, languages, geography, herbology, Carpentry, and navigation apparently it was a tradition that all men learned to build ships and sail in the Gray Havens, they still did not recover from the excitement of seeing the black galleon that their brother and his friends built they would not have believed that it was made by them were it not for the direwolf in the bow of the ship. According to Lord Cirdan, they had not finished their lessons yet; they were quite skilled and would soon make ships of quality akin to the faithful.
Everything was perfect if it weren't because Jon was so busy that he barely saw them, and when he did, he was exhausted, and they were no better since apart from languages, they had to practice their weaving with an elf named Aveneri, who also taught noblewomen of Westeros.
Arya was distraught by it as she preferred to be trained by Glorfindel in swordplay, but the ancient elf refused, saying she was far too young to take up a blade; Winterfell's youngest daughter was upset and tearfully asked her brother to intercede for her, but Jon told her that the decision was Glorfindel's. However, Jon promised to train her if she passed a test. That made Arya happy, and Jon asked her and Sansa to join them in the yard to see how the Noldor fight.
When they arrived at the training ground, they were surprised and held their breath to see the number of soldiers training, all the elves fought with swords, bows, and spears with discipline and ferocity, but the most incredible thing was the strength and speed with which they moved and the force with which spears and swords struck shields and armor. The archers, too, aimed at the lianas with such precision that they all hit the target, and then the next arrow passed through the next until they went through the target and the arrows struck the trees behind.
"Fuck ..." A dumbfounded and somewhat intimidated Arya said.
"Does Jon really train with them? ... He could get hurt," Said a scared and worried Sansa.
"Don't worry silly, Jon is a Knight he can beat anyone here," Arya said, very sure of her brother's ability.
At that moment, both sisters saw a group of well-known warriors training in the center of the field, Jon, Ser Loras, Ser Robar, and the Princesses Arianne and Rhaenys while in the center was Glorfindel with his drawn sword.
One by one, the warriors of Westeros were facing the noble elf, and each one was beaten down; Arianne and Rhaenys fought together with their spear and axe respectively and managed to fight with Glorfindel for fifteen minutes before the sword of Glorfindel cut Arianne's spear, and she was knocked down from the strike of a shield, Rhaenys soon suffered a similar defeat when Glorfindel disarmed her and threw her to the ground.
Both Princesses acknowledged their defeat and left the three knights in front of their master. To better see the fight, the Stark sisters approached the knights.
The first to attack was Ser Loras, who fought with grace, speed, and strength, managing to resist for fifteen minutes before the old elf disarmed him, then it was Ser Robar's turn, which lasted a little less than his partner before he to a feint with the sword and suffered a cut on his right arm. Jon was next.
Seeing Glorfindel's skill, both sisters gulped, and Sansa prayed to Lady Nienna for Jon's safety.
Jon began the duel moving with grace and speed; both sisters were surprised by their brother's skill; he was more robust, faster, and more agile for a fleeting moment. Sansa and Arya thought that Jon might win as he managed to make a slight cut to his surprised teacher, but that hope began to fade when Glorfindel increased his attacks' strength and speed. Jon was put on the defensive; in the end, Jon was knocked down when he dropped his dented shield, and his master delivered a solid kick that sent him sprawling to the dirt, and put his sword to his neck, at which point Jon admitted defeat.
Sansa and Arya could not believe it, Jon was defeated, he who had fought against many opponents, the Redwyne twins, Balon Swann and Thoros of Myr, He was defeated without much trouble by his master it seemed that instead of a knight, Jon was still An apprentice and Glorfindel's skill was incredible, he was able to repeatedly fight all of his opponents and only take a slight cut in the entire fight, courtesy of their brother. In the end, the elf helped Jon to his feet, concluding the day's training. And both sisters came closer.
"Excellent work, everyone, you have improved a great deal; Jon, you managed to cut me even slightly ... That is quite a feat; it is proof of how much you have improved since the first time we crossed swords ... However, that means that I will not hold back with you anymore; our training will be more intense from now on. Is that clear? " Glorfindel asked.
"Yes, master," Was the group response. At that moment, everyone noticed the presence of Sansa and Arya.
"Jon!" Sansa yelled to get his attention.
"Sansa, Arya ... they came," Jon said tiredly from training.
"I can't believe you lost," Arya said, disappointed.
"Glorfindel is the best weapons master in all of Middle-earth, sister; that's how he has lived so long, Jon said as he ruffled her hair.
"You said you would talk to him to train me," Arya said excitedly.
"Yes, I did ... but I said you had to pass a test first. Are you ready?" Jon asked with a smile as he saw a smiling Arya nod.
"Jon?" Loras asked, confused.
"I take it our master isn't pleased," said Robar concerned when he saw the irritation on his master's face.
"Indeed," replied the elf.
"Wait for me here," Jon said and went to where his things were; at the end, the Stark sisters saw Jon bring forth a monstrous hammer of mithril with a broad flat head scored by runes of wraith and fury; at the center of the hammer guard was a cross set with a great ruby, and the haft looked to be made of witchwood.
"By the old gods," Arya exclaimed, enraptured by the hammers beauty.
"This is Ghal Maraz, the gift of King Durin, and this is your test Arya," Jon said to a confused Arya,
"My test?"
"Yeah, you must lift my hammer and swing it," Jon said, smiling, but Arya got mad because she thought he didn't take her seriously.
"I was serious, Jon," Arya said, annoyed.
"Me too, Arya. Do you not see the skill of the elves here?" Jon said seriously.
Arya nodded.
"It took my companions and me six months; we had to train our body for six months to survive Glorfindels battle drills... We didn't start using swords right away .. Do you want to learn? Let's see if you can do this, and if not, You will have to go back to your studies and train when Glorfindel decides you're ready, "Jon said seriously.
Winterfell's youngest daughter was suddenly intimidated by her brother's gaze, but she nodded, and Jon place his great hammer in her hands.
The effect was instantaneous; the weight of Ghal Maraz was such that it fell to the ground despite Arya holding it, and when it was on the ground, she struggled to lift it ... But the hammer was too heavy.
"How can you move this?" A shocked Arya asked.
"Because of my training with Glorfindel Arya, do you understand now? .. You are not ready to train as the Noldor do; I know it seems cruel and unjust, but I need you to return to your lessons; the mind's training and the spirit's training are vital. Said Jon with authority
"What does that mean?" Sansa asked curiously.
"Without studies and discipline, a swordsman would only be a murderer, my lady," said Robar calmly.
"Precisely, Arya, you have the potential to be much more than a common thug; you just have to be patient. It will all be worth it," Jon said, taking her by the shoulders and hugging his little sister.
"But I want to train like you ... I don't want to knit ... I don't want to go back ..." Arya said, starting to cry.
"And you will not, you will not go through what you went through fleeing from King's Landing, nor shall you Sansa, but I want you both to please try to be as happy as possible while you are here; otherwise, escaping from Westeros will have been for nothing... Little sister, I promise you that you will be a warrior in time, "Jon said, giving a kiss on the head to a little Arya while the others watched in dismay.
"I promise you the same, Lady Arya, I will teach you to use weapons, as I have done with other elven Ladies ... But you will have to wait and study; I assure you that you will become a warrior worthy of the songs," Glorfindel said, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles.
"I'm not a Lady," replied a blushing stuttering Arya, much to everyone's amusement.
"Go to the dining room. Soon it will be time for lunch," Jon said, amused, giving a kiss on the head to both sisters, who just nodded and went inside the tower.
"Is this for the best? The girl seemed to want to learn to fight with a lot of energy," Loras asked, confused.
"Yes, my heart tells me that they have both gone through many tragedies, especially the younger one. There is great darkness and anger in her that must be subdued before letting her take up arms. If not, it will only cause her more grief and misery, "Glorfindel replied gravely, watching the Stark sisters walk away.
"Jon, is everything well?" Arianne asked, seeing her lover's gloomy expression.
"Yeah, I'm just worried for my sisters ... Especially Arya," Jon said.
"It will be fine Jon, here in the Gray Havens, there are talented healers who will help your sisters to recover from the tragedies they experienced," Glorfindel said, placing a hand on his student's shoulder.
"Thank you, teacher," Jon replied with appreciation.
"Good, because I have to tell you something ..." Glorfindel said, all Westerosi were concerned.
"It's nothing grim, but it is still imperative... King Gil-galad wants to see you as soon as possible; he is no longer willing to wait," Glorfindel said solemnly at the surprised expression of all Westerosi.
"But why such a sudden decision?" Princess Arianne asked.
"I'm afraid I was the one responsible for this. I sent a messenger to Harlond to inform the King about the battle we fought in Khazad-dum, and I ... Well, I had to reveal your immunity to fire Jon," Glorfindel said with some embarrassment.
... This new ability of mine is only causing me problems and too much attention ... Jon thought uneasily.
"So we're all going to Harlond?" Rhaenys asked.
"Yes, in a week, we should have gone there a week ago, but a fierce storm made those waters impossible to navigate, but the storm is over, and King Gil-galad sent a letter again this morning requesting our presence," Glorfindel said.
"Does Lord Cirdan already know?" Jon asked.
"Yes, he has already started to make the arrangements; that's why he did not accompany them during breakfast."
"If it is the will of the Lord of the Gray Havens, so it will be done, although I would like to know what kind of person is King Gil-galad?" Jon asked.
"King Gil-galad is severe, and humorless, but compassionate and understanding with those who experience tragedies, he is wise and intelligent, but also humble because he was born in the year 450 of the First Age in Hithlum, He was a young elf during the times of the battles Dagor Bragollach and Nirnaeth Arnoediad, where many of his relatives died, and those battles were doomed by the Curse of Mandos brought by the pride of the Noldor, the King learned from it and decided not to lead his kingdom on the basis of pride but by reason, "Glorfindel said.
"Sounds like a wise king," Jon said.
"You will meet him soon, young warrior, although he is a great king and Jon I ask for a boon, your sisters left before I gave them the news, so I would like you to give it to them yourself during dinner. I think traveling will do them well ... That would be all, go rest, "Glorfindel said with a tired sigh, and everyone nodded.
Later Jon and the others met with the Ladies over dinner, and Jon told his sisters about his departure to Harlond, and they were both excited; Sansa was pleased to meet the King of all elves and did not know what dress to wear while that Arya only grunted at the idea of wearing a dress when Jon saw them he could not help but smile wistfully as it reminded him of one of his last days in Winterfell before being sent to Highgarden. Arya was still petite, but it was already Catelyn and Septa Mordane's nightmare refusing all aspects of ladyhood. As for Sansa, she already liked to show her new dresses to everyone at Winterfell.
... It's good that they behave like this ... That they forget about that nightmare they suffered because of the Lannisters ... Even if only for a moment ...
Jon also realized that something was happening with the older Ladies, Shiera Seastar, Ashara Dayne, and Queen Rhaella, who treated him with even greater care, as if the distance between them was leaving, every day she asked him how his studies were progressing and if Jon returned hurt, Queen Rhaella reprimanded him for his carelessness and asked him not to overdo it, as well as asking him about his tastes and in general everything about him, Jon was confused by the sudden kindness and interest that she Aerys Targaryen's widow had in him since in almost two years of knowing each other she never tried to get too close to him (although she was not hostile like Rhaenys either) he was only distant. When she found out how Lady Catelyn treated him before he to go to Highgarden, the queen just blinked coldly and clenched her fists so tightly that Jon feared he would hurt himself.
As for the Ladies Shiera and Ashara, they also now behave in a much kinder way, although sometimes Lady Ashara would distantly observe him and when she realized that Jon was watching her, she quickly changed her face, in how much Lady Shiera she has just been kinder and continually tries to spend time with him.
That worries Jon since maybe the beautiful bastard Targaryen plans to settle the score for the kiss she stole from him on the beach and just waits for the right moment.
Finally, his three lovers Arianne, Rhaenys, and Daenerys, are increasingly competitive with each other to the point where when the four of them are alone in the library or in healing class, one usually kisses him suddenly in front of the other two while smiling defiantly. Simultaneously, Daenarys relentlessly competed for a permanent place in his bed, although Arianne and Rhaenys have the upper hand as they occasionally seduced him together.
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The day finally came when they embarked for Harlond, using the galleon that Jon, Loras, and Robar had built.
Unlike his trip to Khazan-Dum, all the Westerosi were going in addition to Lord Cirdan and Glorfindel, who decided to leave the navigation to Jon and the others.
Upon embarking, everyone was nervous about meeting the high King of the Noldor, but Cirdan reassured them.
The only ones who were excited were Sansa and Arya, who were happy to leave the Gray Ports, next to them were the Ladies Ashara and Shiera as the Lady of Starfall had been acting as her caretaker since they arrived in Middle Earth and the beautiful bastard he only accompanied his lover.
Once they loaded everything necessary on the galleon (clothes, food, books, and weapons) and checked that the weather was suitable for sailing, Lord Cirdan gave the go-ahead, Jon, Loras Robar raised the sails, and everyone got on the ship getting going.
… Here we go… Jon thought expectantly.
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The journey to Harlond was relatively uneventful, the winds were favorable, and the ship built by the three knights proved to be excellent. The trip lasted about two days in which Jon and the others trained or studied; Lord Cirdan, in particular, explained to them about the King's Court and his advisers. As well as the gestures and elven courtesies.
On the morning of the third day, the Westerosi could see a port city of bronze and gold color, and as they approached, they could see a large port where dozens of ships were docked.
"Master, is that Harlond ...?," Jon asked excitedly.
"It is Jon Harlond.. the seat of King Gil-galad," Said Cirdan, eager to see his old friend.
"It is beautiful," Said an astonished Sansa.
"Yes ... it is," seconded an equally impressed Arya.
Seeing his sisters so surprised, Jon only smiled as they approached the shore, and when they got close enough, they could see a retinue of elves starting to gather.
"It seems they already know about our arrival," Robar said, looking through a spyglass.
"Let's hope the reception is better than the one we got at Mithlond," Loras said sarcastically. To which Glorfindel and Cirdan averted their gazes in embarrassment.
As they approached, they all saw that the procession was dressed in silver and carried the heraldry of King Gil-galad, twelve silver stars on a field of blue. When they got close enough, they could see a known elf in the center of the entourage.
"The one who welcomes us is Lord Saltagar," Glorfindel said.
"The elf who was part of Khazad-Dûm's entourage?" Lady Shiera asked.
"Yes, my Lady," Jon said excitedly, standing next to his sisters as an escort.
"Now, sisters, we will meet the High King of the Noldor," Jon said, taking them by the hands. While the rest of the crew smiled except for Jon's lovers, who were jealous of the attention that Jon gave to his sisters since they each wished to have him as an escort.
While Sansa and Arya gave the rest of the Ladies of Westeros smirks, knowing that Jon would be their escort.
... Those girls will pay for it later ... Was the thought of Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, and Shiera.
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The galleon finally reached Harlond, and everyone began to disembark; the Westerosi were able to converse with the elves who received them, while Jon acted as an interpreter for his sisters.
"Suilad" Was the greeting between Lord Cirdan and Lord Saltagar.
"Welcome to Harlond Lord Cirdan ... Lord Glorfindel, King Gil-galad is anxious to finally meet the emissaries of the Valar," He said, looking carefully at Jon and the others who bowed slightly.
"Yes, it is most likely ... I imagine that you will be our escort," Cirdan said while the elf just smiled and nodded.
"That's right, please follow me. It was a long journey; surely, you are tired. The King has prepared a welcome feast for you. He is eager to meet the bearer of Ringil," Said the elven Lord, looking at Jon.
"Why is that elf looking at you?" Arya asked who didn't understand the Sindarin words well enough.
"He said that King Gil-galad is eager to meet me," Jon said sullenly.
"Oh ... isn't that good?" Sansa asked innocently.
"We'll see ... walk," Jon said with some mistrust guiding his sisters when they all began to advance.
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The residence of King Gil-galad was a vast, gleaming white fortress built of marble and alabaster, built on a cliff and adorned with a long, leafy path of trees.
The entrance was guarded by a dozen knights and archers on the battlements, and the Westeros travelers couldn't help but notice that everyone was looking at them with veneration, which made them feel uncomfortable.
The fortress's interior was full of vegetation, water fountains, and marble as if it had been cultivated instead of built-in it; dozens of elves bowed to them as they passed. And they walked through various corridors until they reached a grand hall.
"We have arrived; I am afraid that the King is busy waiting for his advisors; we shall have servants escort them to their chambers, and then they will serve the food; once they have rested and eaten, the king will receive them," Lord Saltagar said.
"Who is still to come?" Glorfindel asked.
"The knight Celeborn and his wife the Lady Galadriel as well as King Oropher and their son Prince Thranduil ... They have suffered various delays, but they will arrive after dark," answered Saltagar.
Hearing that the Great Greenwood's royal family would venture so far from their home shocked Glorfidenl and Cirdarn.
"I never imagined that King Oropher would come too, Cirdan said, surprised.
"I know, but King Gil-galad invited him, and both Father and son decided to attend," Lord Saltagar said with a shrug.
"In that case, Lord Saltagar, thank you for bringing us here," Lord Cirdan said, bowing.
Lord Saltagar just nodded and bowed out of the dining room, giving Jon one last look.
Cirdan looked absently into the air for a few moments before sighing and looking at the charges.
"Try to eat and rest. Our meeting with King Gil-galad and the Highlords of Middle-earth will be soon" Lord Cirdan spoke with great fatigue, and Jon had never seen him so tired; for a moment, he almost seemed like If I got old.
The Westerosi nodded and ate, the food was truly splendid, and to everyone's delight, there was beef and wild boar, so they ate their fill.
After the meal, they were taken by some servants to whom they would be their lots for the duration of their stay at the King's residence, and to Jon's surprise, their belongings were already there.
Jon's room was imposing, much better than the one he has in the Gray Havens, with a very large bed of goose down and silken sheets, an extensive collection of tomes on the histories of middle earth with a lovely view of the bay.
... This is worthy of a High Lord or possibly a king ... Jon thought, impressed.
Knowing that his meeting with King Gil-galad would be at any moment, Jon asked the servants to prepare a bath for him, after which he was able to relax and prepare for his meeting with the King, choosing his best elven robe and waiting to be called upon. Which happened about half an hour later when the same servant who prepared his bath knocked on the door.
"King Gil-galad is ready to meet you. You must come with me," Said the maiden, and Jon nodded; they led him out of a large door and saw that he was the last to be called. In front of the door were Lord Cirdan and Lord Glorfindel, the former dressed in his best robes and the latter in his best armor.
"Are you ready ... Jon ... Everyone?" Asked the Lord of the Gray Havens to all Westerosi.
They all nodded, but that did not fill their nerves. Even Queen Rhaella and Ladies Ashara and Shiera were nervous about finally meeting the High King of the Noldor.
The door opened, and Jon and the others looked at the most splendid throne room they have ever seen; Queen Rhaella and the Ladies Ashara and Shiera could not hide their surprise at the place:
It was full of vegetation, and the Light was filtering in the crystals on the roof; there was a view of the sea from the right side, there were knights clad in gold armor with broad shields, finely carved bows, and flashing jeweled swords at their waist, they all looked like fierce and skilled warriors and in the center of the room is a beautiful oaken throne inlaid with traceries of flowers and leaves. Seated on the throne was a noble-looking elf who was obviously the high King.
Like all elves, he had a beautiful appearance no older than thirty namedays, with a pale complexion and blue eyes shining like stars, his hair was black as ebony, but his expression was fierce like that of a veteran of battles. Similar to that of Randyll Tarly, However, King Gil-Galad was not alone. On his right side were several elves, a man and a woman.
All Westerosi knew that he could only be Lord Elrond ... The son of the mythical Earendil "The Sailor" and the right hand of the King. The founder of the legendary and Valley of Imladris, he was dressed simply despite his high position, a long robe of soft coppery cloth with golden threads that gleamed in the sunlight like a fire at night. The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the Light of stars. Venerable, he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men.
To Elrond's right and holding his hand, was an elf Lady of great beauty. His head was crowned in pure silver, which put the snow to shame with the way it sparkled in the Light of the newly revealed stars. She was tall and slender, though not as tall as Elrond, and her eyes, though warm and kind, gazed intently at Jon and the other Westeros travelers. Lord Glorfindel had told them that Lord Elrond had married a noble and exceptionally beautiful Lady named Celebrían, and because of the closeness between them ... This can only be that Lady, his wife.
To the left of the King was a couple of elves, a man with silver hair like Celebrian and an extremely beautiful golden-haired Elf Lady of great stature gazed at them, and Jon had the impression that the woman was staring at him from the moment he walked in as if she wanted to see right through him. They were very tall, and the Lady no less tall than the Lord; their faces were beautiful and severe. And as with all elves, there was no sign of age in them, except perhaps deep in their eyes, for they were piercing like spears in starlight and yet profound, like wells of memory.
There was a couple of elves who were further apart than the rest; both had silver-blonde hair, similar to a Targaryen but dressed in green robes adorned with golden leaves, one of them the oldest had a wooden crown with finely carved leaves and flowers while the youngest watched them with a keen and penetrating gaze,
Suddenly King Gil-galad rose from his throne and raised his arms.
"Welcome sent by the Valar of the Outer Lands, I am Gil-galad, son of Fingon, High King of the Noldor in the East ... It has been my wish to meet all those whom the Valar called from the lands that are beyond the western seas. "Even King Gil-galad's voice was deep, soft ... But robust capable of entering one as if to inspire or frighten him according to the King's wish.
At that moment, Lord Cirdan appeared before his King.
"My king, it is my honor to introduce you to the young men who were called by the High King and brought to Mithload by Lord Ulmo and Lady Nienna." At that moment, Lord Cirdan looked at Jon and nodded.
"My name is Jon Snow ... Your Highness," Jon said, kneeling before the King of the Noldor.
"It was you to whom the King of Arda presented himself in dreams ... An exceptional achievement, you are the first mortal to speak with Sulimo as well as being the bearer of Ringil, the sword of the Great King Fingolfin, of the Narya ring ... And of the "Lord Ulmo's Conch." King Gil-galas said, unable to hide his excitement at that last gift.
"That's right, my lord," Jon said, being aware that now all the elves were looking at him with surprise and longing on their faces.
"To my right are my herald and right hand Elrond Lord of Imladris and his wife Celebran, to my left are Knight Celeborn and Lady Galadriel who among our people are as tall and wise as the kings of old for Lady Galadriel lived and grew in Valinor when the Two Trees still gave their Light to the world, and Lord Celeborn relative of King Elu Thingol has lived since the days of Doriath, they are finally as guests as they also wanted to meet King Oropher of the Great Green Forest kingdom and his son and heir Thranduil.
Both elves only gave a slight nod. All Westerosi gasped at the majesty of the King and the High Elves who stood by his side, each emitting an air of grandeur, power, and wisdom that they appeared to be robbed of speech ... It was a miracle that the King will not fly through the air.
"It is an honor to meet such mighty Noldor, King Gil-galad, now let me introduce my sisters Sansa and Arya of House Stark."
The Stark sisters were shocked by the regal air of the elves and only bowed while nervous.
King Gil-galad only nodded while the rest of the elves remained unmoved.
"Now I want to introduce them to Rhaella of House Targaryen, True Queen of Westeros and her daughter Daenerys of House Targaryen and granddaughter Rhaenys of House Targaryen," Jon said, trying to be as respectful as possible.
"She is Arianne of House Nymeros Martell, sovereign of Dorne, one of the seven kingdoms of Westeros, and these two Ladies are Ashara of House Dayne vassal of House Martell and Shiera Seastar ..." Jon said sadly while Shiera sighed, annoyed.
"Speak truly Jon ... I am a bastard, I am the daughter of King Aegon IV ... Dead for more than a century ... In my veins runs the blood of Númenor through the line of my mother, Serenei de Lys," He said the pretty bastard Targaryen proud of her ancestry.
"That is ... Remarkable," Said the Lord Celeborn, intrigued because a stranger carries the blood of Númenor in her veins.
"Finally, the two by my side are my companions and brothers in arms; they are Ser Loras of House Tyrell and Ser Robar of House Royce, both knights of Westeros," Jon said, and both knights bowed to King Gil-galad who was rose from the throne.
"I see that everything, Cirdan and Glorfindel have told me about you is true ... You have titles and nobility in your blood ... We also know everything about what you have done since you arrived ... Maybe to send for you since after you had arrived, but Elrond advised me to leave them under the tutelage of Cirdan as Lord Ulmo had ordered, but as they told me that they were barely young even for his people, I decided to send Glorfindel to prepare you for the dangers of Middle Earth ... It seems that Elrond counseled rightly, "Said the King with the Shadow of a smile on his face.
... No doubt ... Jon, Loras, Robar, and Rhaenys thought, remembering their time in Khazad-Dûm.
"It seems to me that you already know why you are here ... Even though we had decided to wait to meet you ... Glorfindel told me what happened to the bearer of Ringil in the domains of Durin," King Gil-galad said now looking only to Jon.
Jon took a few steps forward, and suddenly he heard a woman's voice in his head; it was ancient and sonorous though not as ancient as lord Manwe.
... Advance without fear, young mortal ... No one here will betray your trust ... Advance without doubts ...
A scared and nervous Jon began to sweat and stood still looking around until he saw the Elf Lady who was next to the Celeborn Knight, Galadriel, who gave him a kind smile.
… Was she the one who spoke in my mind? ...
His doubts were answered when Galadriel nodded, and a surprised Jon took a few steps back. Jon's companions were confused by their friend's way of acting, but the elves, on the other hand, noticing Jon's behavior and realizing the way he was looking at Galadriel and how he is smiling at her, sighed wearily as they understood that the Celeborn's wife again invaded another mind without permission.
Jon regained his composure and, one by one, showing the gifts that Lord Ulmo gave him when he left his island. The Narya ring, the Ringil sword ... And the conch shell that served to call him.
When showing this last gift, all the elves in the room could not contain their excitement and began to get closer to appreciate it better.
"So it's true ..." King Oropher said in a soft but thick voice reminiscent of grass in a spring breeze as he looked at the conch with enormous interest.
"And have they never been used it?" Said now the heir of King Oropher, Thranduil, who was watching Jon questioningly.
"No, Lord Ulmo said that the conch was used to call him and that he would come unless Lord Manwë forbade him ... We decided to use it only for moments of extreme crisis," The Wild Wolf replied.
"Wise decision," Lord Elrond said now, observing the conch with all his attention.
"Indeed, it is a great gift ... But it is not the reason why I call them ... Or why I call you ... Jon Ulmondil," Gil-galad said with a total lack of emotion on his face.
Sighing, Jon reached for one of the torches in the room and felt the presence of Lady Galadriel again.
... Don't let fear and mistrust consume you, Jon Snow, you don't ...
But Jon was not listening, the new invasion of Lady Galadriel to his mind ended up breaking Jon's mental composure, and he tried to throw her out until something very curious happened.
He began to turn everything around him, and Jon felt the fear, his fear ... Then he began to see the hall of King Gil-galad from the location of the Lady and from his own location and then he began to see various memories, a city of indescribable beauty with silver-colored buildings. This large silver tree was the largest of the buildings; he saw an elf with ebony black hair and red robes screaming in anger in the center of a large square to then him and seven other elves astride a great mountain, raise their swords and utter nefarious words and finally, he traveled a great ice path… To then see the Two Trees of Valinor, Telperion, and Laurelin shining in all their glory.
... ENOUGH! ... Galadriel's scream brought Jon out of his vision, and when he regained consciousness, he realized that he was on the ground with Sansa, Arya, Arianne, Daenerys, Rhaella, Shiera, Ashara, and Rhaenys crying trying to make him regain consciousness.
"What happened?" Jon said, trembling.
"That's what we want to know ... Your eyes turned milk-white, and then you broke down," Loras said, worried about Jon.
"What..?"
"Oh, Jon," Said a scared Sansa hugging her brother.
"My wolf, what happened to you?" Arianne said, kissing him furiously. Jon didn't know what to answer; he just started to stand up and could see Lady Galadriel sitting on the steps of King Gil-galad's throne being cared for by her husband and Lord Elrond while a tearful Celebrian hugged her.
"What happened, Jon?" Jon turned to see Lord Cirdan's concerned face, followed by Glorfindel and Robar.
"No, I don't know ... I started to ... Hear her voice in my mind, when suddenly ... I was scared and wanted to throw her out ... Then ..."
"Then what?" Robar asked.
"I started to see things from where she was standing. And I could feel ... Her fear as if it were mine ... For a moment, I felt. I felt that I was her," Said a nervous Jon when he saw King Gil-Galad and King Oropher speaking in hushed tones.
While Cirdan and Glorfindel were confused by Jon's words, Robar's eyes widened with surprise; it was a legend from the North, carried to the rest of the seven Kingdoms, about people with the ability to enter the minds of the animals and control their actions ... It was an ancient legend. Too old to be remembered by the southern kingdoms, but preserved Beyond the Wall, the North and the Vale.
"Damn it, Jon. You have to be kidding me," Robar said incredulously, whose tone of voice caught the attention of everyone in the room.
"What?" Asked a very worried Queen Rhaella, still close to Jon.
"Yes, I know what's going on," Robar said, winning everyone's sight.
"What is it about?" Asked King Gil-galad with authority.
"Steal?" Jon asked.
"Jon ... You are what is known as ... A 'Skin Changer.'" Said the Knight of Vale, staring at him.
"It's a joke?" Lady Shiera said, putting a hand to her mouth and staring at Jon in disbelief.
"What is a skin-changer?" Asked Ser Loras.
"That's a good question; I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term… Skinchanger?" Lord Elrond answered without ceasing to attend to Lady Galadriel, who had already recovered and listened with rapt attention.
"Neither do I ..." Said the Celeborn Knight staring at Jon with great interest. Stealing only put a hand to his temple.
"It is a legend in the 7 Kingdoms of Westeros, the caregiver who took care of my brothers and me when we were just learning to walk, she came from the North, she told us many of the legends of those lands and one of them was that of the skinchangers. , people who can enter the minds of animals and influence their actions, "said Robar looking still incredulous at Jon.
... But that ... That means that ... Jon thought, remembering all the times he dreamed that he was Ghost, the times he dreamed that he walked through the woods and could feel ... everything, the cold, the leaves in His feet. The smells ... The taste of blood.
"The skin-changers are people who have the power of, as Ser Robar has said, to enter and influence the minds of other living beings ... Generally animals," Lady Shiera said, gaining the eyes of everyone in the room.
"Do you know about them, my Lady?" A surprised Robar asked while Shiera nodded.
"I have lived much longer than you Ser, in that time, I studied many things in many places, one of them is the Skinshifters. But I have not seen one for decades," Said the beautiful bastard looking at Jon with tenderness.
"In that case, perhaps you can clarify what happened here," Lord Elrond said with barely contained curiosity.
"I will try to clarify your doubts; the Skinschanger I met was a woman from an almost unexplored region in Westeros ... I stayed for a while with her in her village, and she taught me about the culture of the Skinchangers, "He said now looking at Jon with a stern expression.
"In that case, I will ask you to share your knowledge with my herald and the Lord Celeborn, who are the most eager for the knowledge I know," King Gil-galad said, observing the expressions of curiosity and excitement on the faces of both elves. While Shiera Seastar sighed and nodded.
"As you wish ... No one knows how power arose, only that it has been present since the times when men came to Westeros, the only ones with this power are those who carry the blood of the First Men, that reduces them more than anything to those who live in the North and a small portion of those who live in the Vale of Arryn ... Although there are exceptions, "Shiera said remembering Brynden.
"I never heard of the Skinchangers," Ser Loras said while Arianne and the Targaryens nodded.
"I am not surprised; the Skinchangers are so rare that in the North, they are considered a legend but in the South ... We call it a fairy tale," said Ser Robar.
"Yes, when power is being used, the interaction between the minds of the Skin-changer and the animal that he is controlling influences both, with harmful effects for the human being if the influence of the animal is not fought."
"Is this power dangerous?" Rhaella asked, worried about her grandson.
"All powers are dangerous if left unchecked, Queen Rhaella, and this is no exception," Shiera said academically.
"How do the relationships between them and animals work ... Is a prior bond necessary?" Asked the Lord Celeborn.
"No, but it is highly recommended that if there is, that way the animal will not fight the Skinchanger for control," Lady Shiera said, answering the question.
"This gift, this power ... Can it be used to control any animal?" asked King Oropher.
"Yes, but the wilder the animal is, the harder it is to avoid bloodlust and the harder it is to keep it under control."
"And this power ... can it manifest at any time in life?" Lord Elrond asked.
"There is no exact age, power can manifest itself from childhood or adolescence, in some cases, men and women already had children when they discovered their powers ... But it is difficult to know because when power manifests itself the first times it can Being during sleep, untrained Skinshifters can unconsciously enter the mind of an animal, especially while sleeping, particularly if there is a link, but that is often mistaken for a dream, so it is difficult to know when the power manifests "He explained Lady Shiera.
"And what are the risks?" Lord Cirdan asked, worried about Jon, who had stood up and listened to everything carefully, but Cirdan saw a lot of fear in his eyes.
"That depends on the animal in question, my Lord, because the mind of each animal affects the Changelings differently. For example, dogs are easy to handle because they live very close to men and trust them; It becomes easier to enter a dog. On the other hand, Wolves are more complicated since you have to forge a lasting bond, much like a marriage, "answered Lady Shiera.
Despite his nerves, Jon managed to smile when he saw how deep his bond with Ghost was.
"But the worst options to choose from because they are the most dangerous are birds, cats, and animals that serve as prey: In the case of birds, it is because their ability to fly is very tempting, but a Skin Changer spends too much time in A bird will soon lose contact with the worldly things of the earth and will only want to fly leaving its proper body, and that is the worst because the more time passes inside the animal, the human consciousness will lose that risk with birds. On the other hand, cats are cruel and vain beasts and cannot be controlled, only forced, and these animals can betray the Shapeshifter at any time. Lastly, the elk and the deer are prey whose minds can make a brave man a coward if he spends too much time on them or if he prefers to use them more than any other animal, "Lady Shiera said, completely serious.
The entire hall of King Gil-galad remained silent, assimilating the new information that the bastard Targaryen had given them; at that point, Jon wondered if that was the reason why they were not locked in a dungeon.
"Is it possible for a Skinchanger to live inside an animal even if its human body dies?" Daenerys asked suddenly. And Lady Shiera nodded.
"Yes, a Skinchanger can suffer many deaths while in another body. Only when a person's human body dies does what they call "True Death" occur, but it is exceptionally traumatic if an animal dies while its mind is inhabited by the Skinchanger. However, a skin-changer dies while living in an animal, a part of his consciousness will remain in the creature, but that is the worst thing that could happen to the skin-changer."
"Why?" Lord Celeborn asked, excited to learn more knowledge.
"Because although the Skin-changer can live inside an animal after dying as a man, over time, the memory of the Skin-changer will slowly fade until there is nothing left of the man and only the beast remains." Lady Shiera finished explaining, looking at a worried Jon.
"You know much more about them than I do, my Lady; I only know them from the legends they told me when I was little," Robar said, impressed, and Shiera smiled amusedly.
"Good Ser, as I said I had a teacher, a woman named Lagerta, she lived Beyond the Wall and was a Skin Changer ... She managed to reach the 7 Kingdoms ... I met her, I felt sorry for her, and she taught me the customs of her people ... Even the Creed of the Shapechangers "Shiera said in a harsh tone that made the knight recoil.
"'Code of the Skinchangers" Elrond asked, intrigued.
"Rules that some, but not all, Skinchangers choose to abide by. They are three rules of conduct to hold you together with their humanity:
Do not eat human flesh.
Do not mate with an animal, and finally:
Do not seize the body of another man to avoid death; of the three rules, this is considered the worst abomination.
Lady Shiera finished speaking and returned to Lady Ashara's side while King Gil-galad sighed, and Lady Galadriel stood up.
"What do you have to say to all this Jon Snow? .. You caused Lady Galadriel a lot of pain and everyone else great anguish ... That was not how I expected our meeting to unfold," King Gil-galad said, observing every feature on Jon's face.
"I ... I. I am so sorry. I did not know I had this power ... The Lady. She entered my mind and scared me ... And before I knew it. I was in hers; I swear I never meant to cause you any harm, "said Jon looking at Lady Galadriel with an apologetic expression while she just smiled kindly at him.
"It's alright, Jon Snow, I believe you. I also have a degree of responsibility. Perhaps this experience will help me to reflect on my habits, by the way. I think you saw some memories of mine," She said this in a harsh tone while everyone in the room was surprised.
"Can the Skinchangers see the memories of those they control?" Lord Celeborn asked Lady Shiera as she just denied him.
"No, ... It's the first time I've heard of something like that."
"Those visions ... were they memories of yourself?" Jon asked, impressed, while Galadriel nodded.
"Yes, it seems to me you saw a few ... Just like me," The Elven Lady said to the surprised young man who backed away.
"You saw my memories ... How could that happen?" Jon asked him.
"I'm afraid that is unknown to me since it is the first time I have met someone with a gift like yours," Said the Lady.
At that moment, Elrond closed his eyes, and a theory occurred to him as to why the two shared memories ... King Gil-galad looked at his herald with a thoughtful expression and knew that he had thought of something.
"Is there something you want to share, Elrond?" Asked the King.
"Maybe ... I think the reason why both of them exchanged memories was that they were simultaneously entering each other's mind, and maybe.. that influenced them to share memories. Although it's just a guess ... I agree with Lady Galadriel; we don't know enough about the Skinchagners for this to be an accurate theory, "Elrond said with a hand on his chin and a thoughtful expression.
"This has been an interesting visit. We wanted to learn about one gift, and we discovered another," Celeborn said with a slight smile on his face as he kissed Lady Galadriel on the forehead.
"Jon. I know you're probably impressed by your newfound gift. But could you ..." Lord Glorfindel said nervously, and Jon nodded.
"Yes. Yes, teacher," replied Jon going to one of the torches and in front of everyone's sight, he put a hand on the fire and left it there for minutes until he withdrew it and showed his hand with a light pink color.
None of the elves said anything but the emotion was on their faces, and they looked at Jon with great admiration and interest; Elrond approached Jon and understanding what he wanted he waltzed over to a torch and held it there for several minutes, Jon then showed his hand, and the Lord of Imladris examined it intrigued.
"There is not a burn. Nor anything, only it is warm, it is impressive as Lord Glorfindel told us," Elrond said; however when withdrawing his hand, he inadvertently cut Jon slightly with one of the jewels in his hand.
"Aah" shouted the young Westerosi,
"I'm sorry it was a,,," But Elrond stopped when he saw something extraordinary ... smoke was coming out of the wound.
"Is that smoke?" Loras asked, and everyone saw that not only smoke was coming out of Jon's wound, but also a slight trace of smoke from the blood that was spilled on the ground.
"What is happening?" King Gil-galad asked, completely surprised.
"I do not know my king," replied Lord Cirdan, surprised by the event.
While everyone was surprised by what was happening with Jon's blood, Daenerys remembered one of the few useful things she learned from her brother Viserys… "Fire cannot kill a dragon because a dragon is a fire made flesh."
Without saying a word Daenerys went to the same torch as Jon, and despite her fears, she placed her hand on the fire ... And she felt nothing.
"DAENERYS!" Queen Rhaella shouted in alarm when she saw her daughter with her hand in the fire, everyone ran towards the Targaryen Princess, but she showed them her hand. No burns.
"Dany.. you too?" The dowager queen asked with tears in her eyes.
"Fire cannot kill a dragon ... Because dragons are fire made flesh," Said the Targaryen Princess, still looking surprised Jon with tears in his eyes.
"What do you mean by that Princess?" Princess Arianne asked.
"It means precisely that ... Fire does not kill dragons ... And we Targaryens, we are of the dragon race ... Our family ... Some of us are immune to fire," Queen Rhaella said, crying as she watched Jon.
"So if Jon is immune to fire, that means ..." Said an incredulous Arya,
"It means it has Targaryen blood .." Robar said, looking at Jon in surprise and disbelief.
… Me?… A Targaryen? that is not possible…
"That is not possible, Queen Rhaella, there must be some mistake ... I am the son of Ned Stark ... I am Jon Snow the bastard of Winterfell, the wolf of the South ... I am not a Targaryen," Jon said frantically. And the dowager queen just reached over and placed a hand gently on her cheeks.
"I'm afraid there is no mistake ... You carry the blood of the First Men, yes, but also the blood of ancient Valyria ... My blood ... You are my grandson, Jon."
Rhaenys and Daenerys gasped upon hearing Rhaella's statement as they understood the implications. While the elves just silently watched while Elrond. Gil-galad. Galadriel, Celeborn, and Cirdan communicated with the mind.
"What's wrong, Cirdan?" Asked King Gil-galad.
The shipbuilder only shed tears of sadness for Jon for discovering such a devastating secret so soon.
"Jon is learning the truth about his origins, my King. And I ask everyone to listen carefully and be attentive to what may happen. This will not really be easy to handle"
Rhaella began to tell all the young people about the theory she formulated about her son Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark and how Jon was born after the end of the rebellion and how the greatest of the Kingsguard did not go to help Rhaegar on the Trident, but they did. They were left protecting Lyanna in the Tower of Joy in Dorne because they had to protect Rhaegar's son, the son he had with Lyanna, Jon.
At the end of their story, which was confirmed by Jon and Daenerys' immunity to fire (which indicated that they were related), Sansa and Arya were crying because they had just discovered their father's biggest secret ... and their mother hated Jon all their life ... and for nothing.
The Lady Galadriel, who watched with the other elves in silence, couldn't help but recall one of Jon's memories, perhaps one of the first.
He was in a room that had a scent of roses, and he was in the arms of a young bearded man, and he could hear a woman's voice weakening.
... Promise me, Ned ... Promise me ... If Robert finds out ... he kills him, you know he will ... Promise me ...
At the end of the story, everyone (men and elves) waited for Jon's reaction, who remained silent with his eyes on the ground.
"Lie ..." He said in a whisper.
"Jon ..." Queen Rhaella said.
"YOU ARE LYING!" I WILL HEAR NO MORE OF THIS CRUEL JOKE! " Jon shouted, looking up, his face flushed and full of tears.
"I'm not lying! It's true, you are from my blood ... YOU ARE MY GRANDSON!" Said the dowager queen crying.
King Gil-galad, fearful that something might happen, signaled to the soldiers who began to surround Jon, trying to subdue him. Despite being emotionally upset, the young man managed to evade them and approach the throne taking one of the gifts.
The Shell of Ulmo.
Then without knowing what he was doing ... he blew it, and its sound could be heard throughout Eregion.
Notes:
Thanks to my co-author great_red
and cymatt for helping with the lemon
R.I.P to my dear westie Sam Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.