Baby showers, the second part
Those who chose mortality, regardless of gaining human or being born with Elf heart, will live long still, and their posterity shall carry on where they stopped. Being human more than all. While the arm guarded limbs are resting gloved upon the child’s bedizened cradle, his visage is rimmed with the ennobled Elf helm which he finally took off, and the raining locks of crown gold, more than the real one, couldn’t buy the jubilance which the little bundle of joy has felt at that instant. Despite the fact that there was someone’s avatar that a long time ago once was the Last Human King in the North, the greatest of them all with all his flaws and downsides, he was there, who was acting in the name of the Lord as his Other Ego, leaving behind himself the legacy that couldn’t be bested, the one whom he should kill, was sent to, instead, he bowed while serving another. The greatest gift which is left behind the man who lives another life now, was the brother himself! He could see him everywhere he went, every taste he got, each bite and sip he has, Ned Stark. Long into the silence of the night, he would listen the sounds of his human heart. Which was telling him. You may do everything in need for your survival, but you are Stark. You are Elf Wolf King. You need not feasts in your name, glory for a title, you do not ask anything in return, not even the dignity, but to be a part of the family in exchange for gifting. We Starks came from the long line of people who were thinking firstly of others and then of ourselves, we were frightened, we lived in trepidation. We were cowed into full submission, but our hearts were only ours. You do not command the authority, you are the one, for yourself.
- Lord Glorfindel – Milica has woken him from staring too much into the enamored child with him, and he was with her, there are all kinds of love, but this one was between the child and her Godfather, he turns to her fondly. – You may have me as your Uncle too, not Great, but High definitely – he chuckles with his noble voice, coming over to Milica who was well fed and finely taken care off, in the safety of the velvety hotness, just like Dragons are liking, albeit they were into cold as well, whiles Visenya was freshening herself up, and the fair trinkets and fairy charms were clinking above their heads as the remainder of luster glow, glinting at intervals along the flowering of hale blossoms, all was redolent with charm, of which he was made. Glorfindel sits down at Milica’s bestrewn bed of rose buds, he holds her gentle hand as the gallant man he was, and she was all taken in by him, she was redder than tomato.
- I just – her small voice was intriguing him – want to thank you, for all – finally, she grasps her strength, hugging him back, and he took it, enjoying himself into her human gracefulness.
- There, there – he kisses the crook of her satin neck – all is fine. You see, all is good, all is fine, and you have nothing to cower yourself from – wiping her childlike tears, returning her back to her rose’s bed, tucking her in. – I was so scared. It wasn’t the pain, I was for… - I know, but I am here, sweetheart – kissing first her both ladylike hands and then the sweetened forehead. – Mmm, you taste nicely – she tittered at this, whilst he gives himself the liberty to revel in the snugness of her company. So, this was Milica, the Dragon Consort, the one who took the surname. Exquisite. – Oh, how I would like to steal you – Milica was impelled to smile ever bright, he does this all the time. How can he be so buoyant, lighthearted and upbeat every single time, it doesn’t matter how dark life is, he brings the light.
- How are you doing this…Uncle? – it pleases him so, brushing her unruly and lively strands of silkiness. – Well, I am old, but I look young, and that is the secret – she bursts into a laugh, he was such a comical guy, once you meet him like this, but she does ask herself, how he looks like when you are on his dark side? – Oh, I pretty much torture people, cook them, eat them – she couldn’t help herself, he doesn’t stop – and I bring them something to read only to figure out...- There are no eyes? –Oh, you are natural, I see, no, honey and milk of mine, there is nothing to read, no words, by empty books I do oblige them, and when they realize that they have eyes, but nothing to use them for, they take them out themselves – Milica was appalled and at the same time so fascinated by him. – You are doing your Little finger on men? – Oh, that is how it goes, the new trend? – Yes. – Oh, my, if I could, I would have you now, to pet with you a bit, but, alas, I am to stay morose for not having you. – This means that you pine to own us all? – One day, I am still not giving up on the harem of humans – when he said it, Milica immerses her fair face into delicate hands of hers, so sweetly. – You are never changing! I heard about you, and all your adventures and how, among them all, one wish stood out, to have us all –he sighs. –That is my hard luck.
She looks on, just to be with him, near. Even then, when he is to transform into the worst version of himself, you burn to even see that, to experience, let him do things to you. Just being jovial for being in the same room he breathes. Yes, everyone falls in love with him. One way or another, you react to him, there is no single person that is left unresponsive to him, even so, eventually you have no defense against him, and he knew it! Letting him cuddle and stroke her in fondness. Visenya is going to get nuts. She leaves him for a second, and he moons over hers!
- You have the light eyes as well. – Because all what they see is beauty in front of them – ah, yes, some people even voluntarily gave up their freedom to him, now she knows why it is that, and those who struggled, to them it was all sweeter, but obedience as the aforementioned full submission is rewarded – and let me see you.
- You are. – Oh, there is something more I desire to touch and see – at once, she cradles herself, as though she is protecting herself, and he charmingly snickers. – Milica, not that… - if before she was red, she was deadened in a flash. – Oh, I am so…vulgar – he had her there and here, he laughed prettily, so gleefully. – What I mean, there is another gift. – And what more? Why? – she relaxes and he used that opportunity to kiss her young cheeks, he truly enjoyed her and himself with her. – To bolster my bond with my godchild. – Really? – such innocence, no wonder Visenya was so reluctant to reveal her to the world, and not to mention, getting mad over such delight, oh my, he would never let go of her, even if he puts her in the golden cage of his, she would still trill so mirthfully. – I shall gift you and her through it. Wait here – and she does, glaring all around, when he is coming back. And when she lastly deemed that he is returning back, her liveliness was taken aback. – Oh, it is you – it was Visenya who entered, in the dressy gown of brilliant diamonds, and the crownlike bun, with the piercing glaring, and it seems, when he goes out, he even takes the God’s light with him, even so, when he brings the same back. With him, it is winter or a summer. – He is such a charmer, my Milica!
Yet, he keeps his word. For gifting ever more. He shows up behind the suspecting Visenya. What did he have in mind? It isn’t sufficient that she gives him some time with Milica, which she, sincerely, barely humanly could stand it, kindly or not, loving and giving she was not when it comes to her dearest and kindest. Congenial she was to him, and she owes, and which is why the bonds between kin Elves and their Dragon seeds shall affirm their loose relations which were by Feanor re-established, for he lusted, not that long ago, to remove them for they were presenting the insatiable hunger, the never sated glutton thirst for more. So that Glory’s softheartedness shouldn’t be beheld as something that is making him weak, but that was his might and his strength, by which he spared the great amount of realms not to fall into bloodshed, but to yield to him in all honesty while Visenya is straight-forward in conquering much more with force.
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- What are your ulterior intentions? – You know me – he is winking – however, Viserion ended up being the hermaphrodite, and it isn’t me who is doing the gifting, through me, Dany gave it.
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Visenya had no word to say, she was shattered by the building emotions, it was the emotional rollercoaster, all presences, including her little family were shone upon by a glittery Dragon egg.
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In the grey world, shines the light of evermore. Through all the sorrowing grief, there is the great sadness for the taken life, but do not be sad, a soul slips into the next beauty with the purport.
Short trivia: Out of all elven horses, which are inadequate almost ever for humans to ride them, except Dwarven which are resilient and empirical for inhospitable terrains, one grew out to be the Lord of all Horses, and from his seed, came to be Asfaloth, the King of the Winged, Doriath breed, here he is when you call, he was the bonding present between the Noldor, the raven belongs to the Emperor, affirming in the same way the loose ends and the silver light blue was belonging to the Swan Prince, the First Mate amongst the many which Glorfindel aches to own.
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The dark into the light, Spirit of Fire, Soul of Flame and Consumer of Life, Feanor was appeased that Glorfindel sealed a blest Pact. Spurred God of Death was by Prometheus which he keeps.