Parents
Feanor. The Spirit of Fire, the Soul of Flame, the Consumer of Life, the First Watcher among Chariots of Gods who keep Prometheus, the Fallen God, entombed in other sphere of existing, who knows for how long until he isn’t ignited anon, he is the primordial God, while 7 Gates of Gondolin and Silver blue and Golden Houses are bonded by the First Mate of God Elf with silvery Queen, the daughter who is not little Princess or Lady anymore, reincarnated with Dragon Sons, to live back wholly with her family, Boy King, twins and her fathers, anew. Those were memories, for out of all grandchildren, he would be the Fire’s spitting image if not for a beard, he was King they all craved for, who will let them follow their dreams. For birds do come back home, while young powers grow. Wolves brighten with howling in Dark Woods this Second Coming, to trade by replacing the Sun.
For even God Elf collects for harems. Concubines and courtesans of each gender, whoever wishes to bloom in other respects, while staying human. Since closer you are to the fire as one, you will never feel the heat but Ice. In the same way, Vhagar, the Grandmother of Dragons, if the Black Dread (Dark Terror and Beast of the Sea) was the Grandsire and Godfather, she was the Godmother to the Dragon Kin, and her little Vanya Jon, were raising their hard obtained three scions. While small Vera was the beaming bundle of joy to her parents, for she has God Elf as Godfather, and one day, she will be Godmother to someone else, and the circle was fulfilled.
During all that time, Jon couldn’t stop thinking, he couldn’t impede himself not to think, he had to. It was much easier, even when he was the man of action, something which he would swap in a heartbeat and even become the diplomat and not the emissary of death to anyone who would believe that they can do whatever they please or how they see fit. Ugh, he cannot help himself, he is twirling it in his head, let it spin, let it be, let be so, so close and so far. That tiny girl, Nina. Sigh. No use. And this is how parents found him. In his official chamber where he would have parties of all sorts to come to him, his family was doing its thing and he was here, brooding to the death and back. If something doesn’t go his way, he is broken, it was so known, that he was being more human than the real ones. Too human, but no, he was what everyone should be if there is the humanness in them left.
Celegorm didn’t know how to near him, and she whispered, to let it sink, just in the way when Huan or any other, had to yield own brood, for each soul of Wolf blood is staying connected through spans of spaces, and so are parent and child.
Jon feels them both. They were the looming lights of his life, and sometimes, he didn’t know what to do with himself, for they were both there and had seen the best and the worst.
He could rise as a Dragon and fall as a Wolf, but stand up as the human, and that was the power of the one that wasn’t promised, he was the miracle that would tell to other people, how miraculous they all are, and only if they work together, then, they all arise as one. For, that could be only that one, and no more and no less. Huan, also, was of great help.
- Thank you both, I am also so thankful for your Huan too, father – he was the Father, but the other way, was…Dad, oh well - even though, I never understood you, mother, nor my human dad, why you wouldn’t have your Wolves when you lost your firsts, but now, I do see, just as Ben has his Kara that came to him when he didn’t get one from the same litter, he never grew resentful as a child, and for it, he was rewarded by Mother of Wolves, the very first with her two sisters and brothers, Original Pack of the First Bloodmoon or the Ancient Blood of Wolves, ah, those were the long nights, even the longest days, and please, sit, serve yourselves, here you have all what your appetites are desiring, palates are consuming, you all were splendidness and stoutness in both Human and Elf graces – he looks through the corners of his beamed and growing powers, by the lens of the human eyes which were all but not human indeed. Lyanna was already sitting on the woven fabrics of brocaded beauties, taking nothing to eat or drink, everything was moderate and humanly made, it was strictly pressing and staid, nothing to fill her time while they were doing it in silence of light beams.
Celegorm did sit, in his usual hunter attire by a bearing of pureblooded Elf, his silvery painted luxuriance was something to remind him, the only son as him, from father to his posterity, the strain of Feanor’s mother Miriel who was Dragon, Grand Queen Dowager, the First Mate of his own father, just as it was for House of Feanor, Swan Fountain and Doriath as the whole that breeds winged unicorns, which are often offered as gifts to make bonds, distanced or close ties, they didn’t make any difference, just as the cold and far or nigh and close warming light, they were Firstborn or the Secondborn, firsts are of Stars which did awake them, the favorite color even in there, in the Twin Trees of the Sacredness in Valinor, the male and female, the elder and the younger, the silver and the golden, Telperion and Laurelin, which is captured in Silmarils that is weaving the futures and balancing life with the moonbeams along with Tengwar of tongues and the mass reproduced Palantiri, the Seeing Stones, the masterclass works of Great Elf, and the seconds are of the Sun, and each one of them, in the tempered nature of the Children of Iluvatar who were never preordained to meet or commonly share the same Habituation are now mating, for Eru as Allfather that has the Mother Nature as its birthing force, never had it in his designs so, but so, the life finds its way, always.
Many fought it, many deemed that they are right, and many fell to the same fancying that they may change the Life, not to find the fashion to survive. Jon forgave his Elf Sire!
What could he do else?
Yes, he was the Hunter for human beings, and it seems, that the Lord Creator has fancied those who commit the sin, to watch after them, if they are going to turn another cheek, for there are the unlimited times when those who were sinning, ended up being the grander forces of Good, than the ones who were lulled in pretending or having it easy, who knows this God above all Sovereign and Paramount, the Prime and the Demi and the ones of lower statuses, but not less important, often, even the keys to opening the Gates of the 7th Heaven.
- You cannot change the elven ways – starts Celegorm the Fair, it was unconventional to discern in Elves, the robustness which owned both, their child and his aureate Uncle, staying slender in the waistband, remaining as wispy as it was presumable and imaginable to experience, and it added to the cause that his wife was cooking so well. There are some Elves, who are for no other reason, save being different, are the very ones what made them distinguishable among their kind, crossbred or purebred.
- And what then? After the capture, when they do understand that everything can be sealed or ascertained as the contact to the previous lives, while having the new, for they lost the old one? You are doing it on the biological level, with all you have got, you do not watch who or what, with how many relations or without them, you are doing it to them. All that is proper for them to be bound and bonded to your wills. It is the spiritual side as well. This is how you woo, make them theirs and you do it by implanting all the magic, in all what you create. When all is done and said. What did you fill them with, father? Afterwards, for I do not strive to understand, I do aspire to understand you and of what I am made of – it was Jon’s way to cope, that he belongs to the same kind, as this Elf was, the one who sired him, without knowing he did, they fed him lies, on which she had to concede, as the thrall of House of the Dragon, that was the sealing Pact for both sides which were loose, and now they are strong, gaining her immortal life, so that she can be with her family reunited, once when Celegorm figured it all, coming for her, understanding that this was the road which Jon had to walk.
- What would you have me do? – Celegorm was as the venomous arrow he loosens upon the prey.
Lyanna kept the sound of silence between the son and the one who fathered him.
- I don’t know. I empowered my siblings, in all the ways I knew. Even with love. I won. Just like the human Dad did, a long time ago, even when he brought to us along with Uncle Ben, our own brood that is gifted by the Great Kara as the establishing bonding and binding ties, between the Wolf and Man, for the evolution worked in the reversed practices when we are faced with the suffering, and the Stark family was no exception.
- They had become what Elves feared, and that is independence of what they need, and they have nothing else to offer, what the other side already has.
- And you find in the weak – it didn’t hurt, it was emotional to know that Ned was a part of him, he was him, even when he talked and saw him, just like Glor, and the grandfather too, they are all like Eowyn’s brother who forgives his sister, for taking the part by which she sacrificed her own future with the life that made her immortal, the curse was complete, as the part of some other story, some other life, still connecting the past one by future self, incarnated avatars of messengers, it mattered less, he is a Man whom Ned wanted to see in self as well. He did great work, just like the Bear Lady with Milica, from the knowledge, to the stances, to the richly covered finesses of what makes a human…human.
- You are asking of me, Jon Snow, to be like you? – Jon turns to Celegorm. – Yes. Would you be able to do something, for the people who stayed? – Their futures are sealed. – But with the ones that are coming… - You made that seal with your Elf Uncle, but the post stress is still enduring in you.
- Please, anything, give me anything – Lyanna has nudged, upon this, the man she loves, and who stays unwavering. – No. Jon. I am giving to you, to these people, but I am not taking from my kind. You don’t know. You never lived as Elf. You were never the Elf. You don’t even know what it means. That is the problem, and that is the end. Take it or leave it. Maybe, one day. You will be the child of both worlds, not just the one into which my Lord put you in. Maybe, one day, you will stop being the Wall, but the Bridge that is bridging us all – he stood, cradling Jon’s head into his one Elf hand, and the Jon returned the favor, it was their way of settling the things between them, touching their foreheads together. Lyanna smiles. Even when they are worlds apart, they are father and the son.
Celegorm left, she will stay for some more. To speak with her son, in the way of how only mother knows. And she knew, what was agitating his heart. He couldn’t mend it all, he couldn’t remedy the world, he couldn’t change the life as it was. To correct in his image, as it was cast by the flawed sculptor and not by the one who was infallible to the human eye. For it was understood by Celegorm and Jon, that they are two worlds, and each will keep its throne, neither one shall loosen up, lighten for the sake of another. He was proud of his son, he would never tell that Jon. For it would be admitting that he is gratified by Jon’s efforts to make the sufferings of his own kind, even greater than they were before. But he was taking pride in the fact that his son was his own man, and that will no one take from him. Never. They were their own enemies, and he was the one who will keep reminding, through blood, he is Wall they shall not pass!
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- Do you have a spare moment for me? – I appreciate all what you both did for me, even Huan. – Jon, a talk. I am not your mortal mama, I am one who gave you life, she gave you your heart.
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He grew to be such an idiot, as well. You cannot change the personality. Some Walls are deserving to be kept around, you never know, who shall pass, be it by the blood, or the mated partner.
Under one generation, Empires rise and fall, but with one man, they make life together…