When we were Old, now, we are young
He was picking the projecting of nearly everyone, it was the imagination sent just for you. The same thing what Dark King did to his sister, who is far away from home, and family, even if there were made concessions. He learned to control it. He was aware of everything, even of the ones who are brought back or whom he knew in the alternate life, or who he was even then. But he was always Jon Snow, and he picked mostly from the Elf Uncle. If you have someone to torture, call me. It is the invitation he would send. On purpose, for the sake of dabbling with you. Unhood and unbind him. Hm, that man is in the complete bondage. Even if it is the other way around, both to get or receive. It doesn’t matter, he will do to you all the things you cannot fathom. 9 hatchlings of Robb are doing just fine, protecting the Ice Wall. Fix the bonds on the human. Ugh, again him. 3 Water humanoid Dragons of Arya. Oh, again, him. No one prepared you for him.
After him, you are what he wants you to be. The grandest foe even to your feminism. Everything what you fear, he would double it and meet all your expectations, even better than you considered to be possible. No one warned them about him. However, it was gripping to see how Ramsay was handling it all, the life with Glorfindel. Even when he would sneak upon him, and miss him, in some miracle way, for he would emerge soaking wet and even being threatened by the transformed Blackie, when he is not tired of life to flip back. Oh, well. His mother was here, the birth one, and he did love her with all his heart, as he does all his parents, the one who raised him or birthed him.
There are many children in this world who didn’t have anything or anyone and he had them all, and that is the reason he was doing what he does, and his mission will never stop, till he doesn’t make it Hell to Elves as well. For that was his faith he fitted in. Standing up from the place he occupied, he wasn’t as tall as other Elves, he didn’t even have their ears which were human shaped, he was the rarest, and someone who would be replicated, but there is the heart that shall be passed down onto the blood and those who would heed his words. In the black, as it suited only him. But all in all, these glowing lights and the glow of the moon flares were flashing before his eyes, as the grinning beauties of the City of God. He loved these windows of his, it was the modest and it brought him such a joy in the life, turning to his Lyanna Stark, the sister of his late father. Erstwhile, he could hear the songs of the great number of people, but he could never look into her. She was a mystery who shapes light. And they spoke of her, he spoke of her as if she were still alive, they were thinking how he is coping, his way of doing it, but, oh my. Ned Stark was right, he smiled back at her and she at Jon.
- My boy, why don’t you just live? – And what would that make of me? I exist for other people, and, it would be boring. – And does he bore you much? – With Elf Uncle? It is the redundant say.
- So, you could stay or be with him, in his presence, just talk or… - That is the affair with him. He uses it well. – Oh, he plies it everywhere, but once you meet and know him for real, then... – He knows we cannot ever be on the same wavelengths. – I know, still… - Mother, would you like to see the realm? – Yours? – No, people’s. – I see. – It is for them constructed and made, brought up. – Yet, you did mention her to him, his daughter. – I threatened, if he threatens mine, I was clear. – You added oil to the fire. – He isn’t the fire. He is the white glittery dream. – And what does the dream does? If not dreaming up to the fire’s glory?
- Oh, you have some right. – I never fathomed or cognized it. His relationship with Feanor, but I see why it works. It just does. They are the two opposites, but they have the common goal, and their differences are adding to the cause. And you know, there are orchestrated artists who may sing or play, as it is their last, and still, they will go with the smile, this is what we call, the Heavenly note. – Mom – it lit her heart of the mother – the father is the man of few words. – Which one? – You know about whom I talk. He never cowed before End, but to a fear that he wouldn’t do his duty, wouldn’t fulfill his promise, but he did, at the end. – And what is your Elf father? – He is the man of action. If there is nothing to fight for, the duty is non-existent in the times of peace. I do not like that side of him, I just do not. – Your demeanor is drilled into you. He is a natural leader, such as you will never be. – I am glad when I honor people and when I win them with all I have got, even when all my guts are spilled before them. It is the only way for people to see that same light through me. – And how are you different from Elves, then?
- I offer a choice. – It isn’t the choice when they have to choose, between you and him. Elf Uncle whom you threatened by his reclaimed daughter, who is born again as a whole and Dragon sons, the same. What lengths he did go, to insure that she is by his side, in her home, with her family, with her own, Boy King and Twin children and at her own kingdom. You once even loved her, but, you saw it through, you were but a human, you have never gazed farther. Your Elf father was accurate about you. – Ah, of course, he is something you are drawn to, for him to suck you into self, but at the end of the day, people flock around me, mother. – Heh, you are just like him. – Whom? – Your grandfather. – Which one? – Hehehe, now you play coy and demure, which is so unlike you. – And I still have the people’s realm to show you. – Everyone knows that it is yours, you built it for them, but we know who is the Owner and whose blood will lead it from here.
- People will have a choice. Like you or me. – You still are craving them, I see in your eyes when they choose the life outside of your walls, how you are watching yearningly after them. You fight yourself.
- That is right. I know I did it right! Ned Stark would be proud of me! It isn’t the duty that is easy to grant it, but the one you fight to the end of your days, you may never win, thus the duty doesn’t end even with the death! – That is not the way to live. – It is the only way, the duty is the reward for itself, it isn’t the sworn pledge, it is the promise for which I shall move mountains or make water spill over the sinned ones! Just like your God has the one who is his Blade who slays Gods, and so I am the Scourge of the same. – Two sides of one coin and it flipped good on your side. – You are damn right! – she couldn’t stop smiling at his direction. – You are him, Feanor. Jon Snow.
It took him aback. He hates when he is likened to that man. Paralleled to him, and when they stand side by side. He sees self in him incarnate. She took his offered hand, and they both went out when he came back to himself. She knows how to shake your unshaken convictions. What Feanor was for Elves, he was for humans. Who united all Elves under One, all kingdoms, with Godfather at his side, the God Elf, the brother more than blood, friends more than comrades, the fellowship stronger than the fates. Who was the one at whom they looked at? She was correct!
- Where? You lead, my son. – Of course – is this why Feanor chose him, to do what he did with Elves, it appears so – you know the way, I just go along with you. Mom. – Lady Mother, would be perfect. – Do not tease me. – I love it, you love it too. For I know your name, I know your face, I know all what you are, Jon Snow, and let me tell you only one thing more, you know nothing – it did make me grin. – Then, I am pleased to know that I am dying a fool. – I know. Like I said, you are just like him. Incarnate. People turn to you when they cannot help themselves. – You brought that upon them. – And you are obeying, just like he predicted. – But never how far and deep it will go.
- You never disappoint. – I am glad to hear it. And now – at one of the steel bulwarks, he showed her – behold at a principality of the human dominion! – she gasps. She never saw it during the evenfall, the gloaming of the candlelight, they dubbed it even as the nominated owl’s night, when the Wolves go out and howl into the silence of the night, of the dead of the same, the Wolf Days during the Age of the Elves, the Epoch of Dragons. This is why some ages are short, too much beauty, can fool them all, that there is the time to enjoy to the end of shimmering currents and torrential billows of Wheels. The homes were scattered as they were dancing, the life was full, the street lights were green lanterns and the cobbled stones were shined moons, mooned over marvels, which were marveling at the marble stairs and gemlike stoops and steps. The founts were human carved and scrimshawed in the whirl’s gardens and the snow makes it glisten when all darkens.
- You have done it impossible. So well, my son. – Thank you. It isn’t of the Elf, but it is ours, it is human. – No, this is what neither one Elf will be able to equal at the end of the Dawn – the breezing waves were gushing at the scintillated sprouting, germinating and burgeoning from their budding lives. – This is how it looks, when you give a life!
She glances up at him. Her heart of the lady and of the who birthed this human God was welled up, swelling from the overflown and surged emotions, which were brimming over in sousing waves that are brushing against the gentling of the heart’s rock. He ogles back at her. He could see the Reunited Free Men. The people who think of others, of the Deluge, of the long or short lives. When even Aragorn joined as High King of Men, redeeming self in Dagor Dagorath that promised much to come for the rebirth with life, he would never know the life can be as such. Like at Elf Courts, Crystal Halls, only the humanlike, by the human hands, ascending Towers that are bridged with the looming models of Watch turrets of crow’s nests, domed vaults, vaulted arches, paved roads and crossroads traversing through snowlands. When it snows, the nature is enlivened and all what makes her beauty is boosting hidden gems, from a single soul to flowers.
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- You fairly did something with this place. You did wonders. – Thank you, mother – both kissed each other on their blushing cheeks, holding themselves embraced while their hearts fluttered.
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For there are some humans who want it, expressed as such, and it is for you to honor it. Just as Witchers are archetypes for Targaryen Elves who are martyrizing selves on behalf of mutations.
He was one of Targaryens, the most.