Glimmers of Next Life
Again, the projecting through his mind powers. When Sansa was spanked lovingly over Glor’s lap, at the pirate sea boat that had the carven swan at the forepart!? What the?! The son of the bitch! He cannot take that shit from him! He won’t glide over at him, in trying to find what? Every time he tried it, he would be projected back and forth. Elf Uncle retains his experiences to himself. Dammit! And all the talk with his mother didn’t lessen his nightmarish world where humans are seen as nothing more but the plant food that needs to be groomed and cultivated with life.
Fill them, so that they can be filling their agendas and affairs. And all these were memories, anyway. At some point, he was sensing him. No way. Him again? He went inside, his fur cape is folding against a bulky frame, lean in a waist, closing a door, bolstering it. The Man’s guards and the knights of anointment, both Men and Dames alike, and even some of the spies, his eyes and ears, and even the Masters and Mistresses of Whisperers along with other Protectors of People’s realm were there. Not for him, he doesn’t need it. His people needed. While his Ancalagon was soaring the measureless skies, like any other Dragon, and his nicknamed Dwarven Horse, Leprechaun, was the real lightshow in the darker nights to come, and he knows that Ygritte has returned to who she was prior to all, Lady in White and of Two Towers. Still being the cross bred miracle that can turn into an humanoid. He knew that his Grandsire did him a big favor for not taking her by force, but letting her come back on her own. He can see her. She was back to Feanor’s arms. They talked about the future and their remaining daughter. And of kin.
- Our beautiful girl will grow, thank you for taking such great care of her.
- You do not have to worry, your brother forgave, some of his may remain, but just like with King Ned Stark, he is no longer Avatar of Gods, he is living his other life. You shall see each other again. Thank you – he kisses her courteous hands – for choosing me.
- I only come back as I am, no longer who I was. Thank you for all, for keeping your promise even to friends of mine.
- Always – and they kissed, strong and with the flaming passion. For he had the surprise for her, he brought Gimli and Radagast to visit, as it was only proper, to keep the sworn word. Something he did learn from the Great King of Men, the last of his kind.
- Gimli, Radagast, I am back.
- Come to us, oh, our inspiring Shieldmaiden, our noblewoman, Princess Eowyn, you are our high inspiration – she could only smile at such a homelike welcome - and the only recognized human Empress! You shall rule with the grace and the gentle word, you may even change ways with how the Elves are seeing humans. You are as beautiful as we do remember you. We knew you will come back, one way or another, in any shape you wanted to! This Elf Prick was right, this one of yours! – Gimli exclaimed, hugging them both, passionately and impassioned. She couldn’t believe it.
- We are together and with all else you knew and who were with you through your journey, back to your home, heh, Glorfindel didn’t recognize you immediately, you even fooled him, you are just as we remember you. But you still may be any identity you are born to! As you wish it! – said a sagacious wizard.
Jon closed his eyes elven eyes, the blood and the voice was still, ah, it still hurts, he had to let go. Opening the lenses of the world to the God’s beauty. Feanor, his Elf Grandsire, could have her any time, but he waited, and he brought her back to him, to her home, to her first family. Where she belonged. Once again, he proved, that Feanor loves his family above all others, and he would never be able to do that to his own grandchild, he may be forceful, but never without a heart, and in the centuries which were passing, he was becoming more and more eased and softened. And his Ghost never left his side, the one who he was all along. Only turning into the Ghost for real. On that one grim and snowing night. Cuddling with the baby him, snuggly in the baby crib. The father was relieved that he won’t die, for he wasn’t so feeble any longer and the Lady Mother was Lady Mother who changed her heart for him. He is King of Kings. All- King!
- I knew I would find you alone, brooding as always – the court room of the steeled Doors, was tenebrous and murky, draped in the man’s art, yet, he could see him, as he wasn’t brought up as a man, fathered to be one of them. The small light was present, and it wasn’t coming from the earthly wonders. Which were casting the shades upon the manmade murals. – And you knew what more? – That I never regretted when I gave you up. It was my worst sacrifice for Elves and the best decision of my entire eternal life. – Thank you. – And still, I do hear a lot about you. Even my twin reborn daughter heard that you were there, fighting their odds. – Their? – With all of the human kind and even the spawn of all Orc kinds? – I will pretend I didn’t hear it under my roof. – I though it is People’s roof? – Do not start it. For I do not know how you contacted Arya. – When her ugly side went into the One Ring at the time of her rebirth, she stayed there for a long time and upon the hour of her demise, being devoured by Nazgul… – She returned the missing part? I know all the rest, besides, as with my parents, enjoy, eat, drink…
- Yet, you do not want anything to taste of ours? – We both know that if you eat something or anything from the Undying Lands, you stay there or you pay the price for the forbidden knowledge. – I see…But then again…You never even considered it? – Feanor leant, both his muscular build and powerfully built and slim arms were on the firm bolsters of the leather armchair. Only now, you are glimpsing at his elven beauty that had no comparison, you see his granite coal black eyes, which were flickering back at you, and all of his fair countenance and ebony mane were something to dream about, nothing strange that both men and women were falling like flies before him, and were bending their wills just to be at his side, and he could be just like him, in the Elf image and the charismatic style, but no, he stays human. While others who chose mortality as Glor’s son, they will be Elves to the long end, and that is to be respected, and not to mention, that voice was the tantalizing abyss, and the lasting stare is that of the seductive evil’s glow, and the tall height was steeped in slenderness. The ears were the most sensitive receptors, being so pointy and spiky looking. Even he has that yearning to touch or have them, but it was another thing, it was the human in him.
- I fathom why you do not expose yourself more often. – This is how I affect people and they do react to me, only… - Starks. – Yes, you are unnerving me, with all your blood. Even Robb, when he was before me, when I talked to him, about what awaits and offered to eat or drink…oh my, he is just like his father – and there that was, the jealousy in Jon Snow. – He was just lucky to be his firstborn son. – Trueborn. – Stop it.
- Hehehe, Jon, I know you, grandchild. You are mine, my blood. I know all the moons and the stars, and I can give it to you. – You want something in return, what are you breeding now? Who knows what you are doing to people when you own them, it is one thing being on good terms with you and another when someone belongs to you, for all your unorthodox programs, and what do you make of people? After whom you took after? Only God knows, and how does it look like? Bred or natural? I do not want to know. – Unorthodox? Someone would believe that you are against the Orthodox faith. – You are playing the game. What do you want? When you appear. It means only thing. – Really? What? – Red Flag. – I am the Prime Watcher among Chariots of Gods, Angels and Demons, not to mention other Elven Guardians and even humanoid Bears. – You keep Prometheus in his existential sphere, it is another Wall? – I am not Fallen’s God keeper. What can you do to such the primeval and pristine force of the Time before the Time? I am more the Gatekeeper. He is the Evil which humanity spurned when he gave them fire, and he immolated everything for it. – Just like you did when you gave me away. – Now, we are talking. Jon Snow – Jon didn’t like it one bit. It could be anything.
- He will come back, to him…time? Matters not. Will it be for a thousand years or not, who cares, perhaps, you do not pay heed at this moment, but one man, your blood shall walk the soiled ground and stand in this same place, facing me, and being ripped apart by the truth. – Which is? – I can buy time, when the hour comes that the Red Giant swallows all, for humans, the Free Men, flee Arda, to another grown planet of mine, which will be their sanctuary. – Elves will come after them. – Elves shall evolve when it happens. They will be merely souls, but they shall in the alternate history embody selves in blood and chrome. – And this history? – It is up to you. You are my Noah, Jon. And there shall be the probability of the Ark to be built, will it be Earth or a real vessel. Snow.
It was depending on what he chose. And what is it that Feanor wants? He doesn’t have no use in utilizing the words. There was something in exercising such the forcefulness, but what it was. What is there for him to dread it? If he declines? Why would he do that if there is the chance for even better prosperity, for the chance of human beings? There has to be something, anything, and here it was. Feanor has plied the mental powers, those of the mind, and instead of speaking, he showed. The alternate future and the one he lives now. He lost his breath, there were Higher Powers among them. Higher Selves, and the Egos which were sending the messages. Neither of it, would be taken into regard. He didn’t want it, neither to be there if that ever happens. No, just no. Humans would be existing only artificially, they would not exist, they would be grown. Humans stood no chance, if there is no truest of Elven blood with them. Fire said.
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- Seal the Pact, Jon Snow, my boy. Now. –I cannot give you the promise or offer a human. –Your word. That when the ripe time comes for taking. This Earth shall be birthing the renaissance.
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Jon Snow sealed the Pact. Ungoliant Lilith has conspired with the 14 Deities, she became the Queen of the Night, the Child of the Hatred, she sought knowledge, she found how to blacken the light from the human hearts, all what remained of Syrax which shared Elves, their birthworld, their planet which they escaped during the cataclysmic events through Star Portals, through other dimensions, by their found Wombs of aliens along with the humans who were handed by her to allay them, but to no avail, were glittering caves, and all this because of the Original Sin.
In Valinor, in the lands of Island Aman and the Blessed Realm, where Elves and Valar were weaving the kindest fates around Silmarils, the Great Jewels of captured holy light of Twin Trees,
One Great Elf contrived Tengwar of tongues for such a moment in history, mass reproducing his Palantiri, the Seeing Stones, which one day will be projecting and computing as vassal brains.