Born again
Jon Snow looked heavier, it must be that his woman really cooks good. This is something, over all other things, they were speaking with one another, Celeborn and Ecthelion who knew how much earnestly this shipwright of the Swan boats was loving to speak in riddles. Where is Jon, there is Snow, where is the Wall, there is Ice. He could feel it too, it was remaining as the leavings of Prometheus. Someone would say that he came from nowhere, but it wasn’t like that. Something or someone had to awake him or to call him, collectively. It must be anything. No?
- There is that reason why we are here, enjoying the replenishing night sky, onto the softest of the dew grass while the smiling morn is arriving – Celeborn went finally straight to the core of their meeting, and Ecthelion was waiting for it. – Isn’t it strange to you? – You will have to be far more specific. It isn’t uncommon that the God… - Not any God, it wasn’t even the Ainu, one of Ainurs, not the Demi like Maiar or the single Maia, not even the space wizard or moon sorceress. Not the ones who had become Valar, no Vala or of the Aratar, the Holy Ones, the Eight, not one of the Powers, this was something else, far more ancient, primordial if I may say. – Listen, Echy, the life as we know, started with some Big Bang, but what was before that? – Nothing. – That is right, and nothing is something, nothing is everything. What if there was something, it got ravaged, and the new universe is born with us and all that is living within it? – You want to say that there are souls beyond the universe we know?
- Before the Time and Space? Yes. – That is a theory of strings you are vocalizing here.
- But listen to me, the small hands do their duty so that we may look, for them, at something else. – Which is? – Don’t you see? Prometheus is older than our Universe! He was here long before us. – Why did he fall? – Something had to turn him against the humanity to whom he did bring life, inbreathed it with the…fire. – Feanor. – Oh, dear. You think that Feanor is the reincarnated Prometheus, and this is just the body, the guise he threw away? – It might be, but, also, he is the Consumer of Life. – It all makes sense. – Why? He did give his only humanlike grandson with human ears, but with the Dragon heart to humans, he was there when the Ice Wall was risen, he was there when the newest lives of Dragons were built, he was… - He is always there, and when he appears, you know that some SHIT is coming. He is RED FLAG.
- For what? – I do not know, Glorfindel’s soul wasn’t destroyed, he didn’t fade, he could re-embody, and it could be, if Mithrandir didn’t find him, by this I mean Gandalf, his second name.
- There is the connection, he kept the beast in its spherical cage, Beyond the Walls of the Worlds, the one into which Glorfindel entombed the Beast. It is by the Chariots of Angels, Gods, Sovereign or Paramount, even demonic Guardians, our people of Mage Elves, Bear transmuting people and our rune imbuing magic, defended and guarded. Not to ever be open. – It is his Dark Side, materialized in our world. – So, if he for the love did the unimaginable, for he does things for the people, can it be, that the human kind, manifested it itself? – To call it from the deeps? – Yes, why not? It is something we can learn from, it is evil, but it knew the Life prior to the Life. – What if we live in the afterlife? – Or the fake world? – If that is so, who fashioned Prometheus? Not the one with the fulfilling apocalyptic dreams, but the one who gave…the fire? – the Lord? – What kind? Is that the same Lord?
- There must be something else, are the Lord and Eru Iluvatar, the Alfather birthed from Mother Earth, one and the same? – Good thinking, very good brainstorming. – No one knows. – It seem so, and why would we break our minds over it? It doesn’t seem like something that might be of use to us. – You really do not get it? – What? – Feanor knows. He always knew. – Go and ask him. Or shall we invoke his name? – No, he is the menace himself, when he wants to be, he wishes to be left alone, but it was promised, after Dagor Dagorath, the Ice is more to come. – Prometheus with his Great Winter, it all is so fucking linked and we see no forest from the rows of trees. – Or, maybe we never looked into the right one? – We are attempting to find it beyond, what if it was birthed in front of us, ahead of its time and with us, not to know it? – The Earth does release some untypical sounds, the humming and the trumpets. – You see it is here. – Or it always was? Hm, so queer is.
The two Elves were wrecking themselves, bending their mind capabilities, what else is left for them, they had the time of thinking, and they will be brought to the beginning of the circle, what was this all about?
No one could put a finger on it. Then, something did come to Celeborn. Something so abnormal and atypical. Out of all Avatars of the God, the Lord and the Life itself, there is one that is reoccurring element. It is everywhere. And it is the Fire. And how Feanor is labeled? Spirit of Fire, the Soul of Flame, Consumer of Life. Concerning all what he did.
- There are these stories of Lightbringer, or the bearer of the same, Morningstar or the God’s Adversary, one and not the same? Azor Ahai is from Empire of Dawn, reborn anon, and there is that Lord of Light.
- Jon Snow comes from his lineage.
- Oh, so it would make, that Feanor’s soul is so old, much older than everything in the second life, that he is the Maker of the Planets. For the first was always Fire. When there is the creation, there are thermal explosions, when there is cleansing, there is the fire, and the first what human beings were endowed with was…THE FIRE. He gave Jon Snow for he did know. Oh, the fucker knew. He was never against any of us, we are his people, but he was never with us, and Glorfindel entered the Snowstorm, knowing he could fade, but he had the Faith in his close friend, the blood of friendship is thicker than the real one, they are Godfathers to one another, just like their mothers are Godmothers to the two sons.
- Two sons built up the Imperium, something like the Roman legend in human peoples, of Rome and the Mothers. – And the maidens were sacrifices, of course…Red Priestesses. The Waiting. That is what is lighting the world. That is what keeps it moving. – Someone has to die, so that we may live? How many sacrifices we are talking about? – It doesn’t have to be each day, but for each century. – And they must be voluntary? – It seems so. Consenting and obliging, and the religion we were scorning, is ending up to be the one that Creates Life. – Where does he take them? – To the Undying Lands. – What then? – What is promised, the Paradise that is sapping off their human energy, it is fertilizing the beauty, and they can live like that for eternity.
- They only must give up their human selves? – It is that right. Still, when you have nothing to lose, your only gift is the life for us to live. – Feanor was God in the elven skin. – Which God? Isn’t he already, one of ascended Sovereign as Elf? – And there is one that is God Elf. – From the Clown among Tricksters and Jesters, to the barbarian roots of Conan, hybrid of Golden Flower, the High Knight of his precious Gondolin that becomes Holy, and finally Grand King Regent. And Jon Snow, reclaiming Stark Name, Aegon Targaryen, after whom even the Ice Wall has a name, has merged with Night King who sought him, losing his Ghost, and the Ghost was Feanor.
- Could it be? How can it be?
- That is it, my dear friend. He is not just the Maker, the smith, the jeweler, the inventor and the Great Artisan, he was the Creator. – First of Tengwar of tongues, Seeing Stones (Palantiri), which are mass reproduced as the cruelty of his to make even special silencers through Dragons, and the Silmarils, Great Jewels. Except for the greatest wonder was falling in love. The Creator may bring the Great Flood, even caused Dagor Dagorath. – It seems that Feanor is Avatar of the fucking Life, the force that is nothing like Death Incarnate, for if there is Life, who represented the Death? Of course, it is Mandos and his Halls. That is why he abominated Elves as Wingless.
It was resolved. For both of them. The whole silver Doriath, House of Silver blue Founts and Feanor House were bound to the fire as House of the Dragon. For before Sun and Moon, even Twin Trees of Sacred Light, there were the Lamps of the Beauty which glamorized the life. Just like you have the breeds of Middle – Earth and so you have those in Valinor, one that is brute strength of power’s force, and the other is the silent learner that heals with its tongues, implanted with healing properties, and all are derived from one Elf Touch when they arrived, and from the same Grand Matriarch of Original Pack (two brothers and sisters). Just like in Wolves, and so all others who were skeleton like after the first surviving Blood Moon, but without it, there would be no Ents and there wouldn’t be the seeded living world. Elves allusively kept poverty in humans, for a hungry mouth is easily selling itself to them. Survival did bring out the best and the worst, but out of all, it was bringing evolution, like Warging in Starks, or Poison in blood by Sand people who were forcefully in past times gagged, for their kiss may either sap or kill you, and there are Warg dogs of Morgoth that are free to find their lasting Heaven and just like Brandon Stark who was in this life, Glorfindel of Golden Flower, and so Lyanna and Ned never replaced the lost direwolves, except Ben never grew bitter, for in the litter was nothing for himself during childhood, he had gotten during his own adventures, the chance to ride Kara, Mother of Wolves after the Pact was sealed in giving her brood, even Mordor mountain of the Dark wouldn’t come up with a suchlike idea, for those were the days of Elf High Courts and lone nights.
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- What do you deem if we are born again as Blood Mages, as our world? – You mean the one we conquered and renamed in full thralldom? – You are no fun, Cele, see you later. – See you so.
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Of any element, may be your animal companion, while magic is inspiriting runes and sigils. Accordingly, Hill House (Holy and Holly) stood against Prometheus as the highest ranging peak, but before the Battle of Gods, there was the cordial welcome and the life after God Fire. Rhaenys finally brought her home with her Gentle Violet, the only that is christened by the humans as such, unrivaled in beauty and grace, even when there are younger generations like Exalior’s Beauty to excel her, engendering the growth, Meraxes was content they brought their Nina, home.