Vassal blood
Black, red, golden or silver, or any other color of Elf tresses, when they fall in cascades down, it is wonder nevertheless. In the hunter raiment, outlining arm bracers, the black gloves and with the reflecting faceguard that was delineating his elvish features, he was made ready for the Leap of Faith as the Great Elf also. While in the deepest sands of the deserts lived a man, wherein the wastelands were feasting upon those whose flesh was impotent, but with the unprotected mind, for only those minds, may slaughter, murder and torture. Why it was like that? What is in the human doomed and condemnable psyche, to kill, rape and torment? To agonize? To plague? Is there the bedevilment in the disguise or it was the harrowed feeling of the lost humanity?
Or, it was in the human to afflict and for the human to pay in the same blood. It is why, the very reason, Celegorm never had any higher opinion about humans, neither he would ever cry over their destinies as the vassals and thralls to the elven kind, this is what they deserved and earned, even their women were no better, yes, he did flail and whip, and it was for their own good. Sometimes, for the sake of goodness and good-heartedness, you have to show them your fangs, in order for humans to bow. The force is the only element they know, the force was the only weapon against the boundless falseness in their attempts to do exactly what? Elves were their Masters and they should even be grateful that there is anyone who would give them even the glass of water, pass the gracefulness, the very grace they didn’t attain, even that, they would pollute and blight. Ah, it was no use in thinking like this. There are still some good people, but they make up only the minority of the whole numbered people, and they cannot do anything, nothing at all, but live like animals. For animals they were, the monkeys to Celegorm.
They were even acting or behaving, speaking like ones. He may be like them, or around them, with them, among them, but all what Celegorm could deem about the human beings are monkeys, and what monkeys do, they do what they see.
After all, monkeys were their relatives, the kinsmen to one another and nothing else, and nothing more. The blood is their failure.
The hugeness of their determined dispositions was something he couldn’t ever fathom straightly, never was and never could. Never will be.
Their mentalities were unsightly, awful-looking and each member of their flesh and blood was grisly and plainly displeasing. And yet, he found Lyanna Stark.
She was different.
He often would offer to her, and even to her brothers, while she was still with him, the new wolf cubs of any sort they ached for, it doesn’t have to be of the dire, all three declined, there is only one blood and that is dire, and that was all, they lost theirs so young, while Ben never even had one during childhood, for the broods went dry, but it never made him bitter, he knew why it must be so, God had something much more grander in his designs, when to all surprises, he is now Rider of Great Kara, Mother of Wolves. In the middle of it all, his own father did interpose, finding out, using it to his Great Work, sigh, it was hard to be King’s daughter and Emperor’s son. Sweetly, High Prince and High Princess, and really, they had no more freedom than those he would capture.
And he may have seen through conspiring plots only much later, when he was fed by allusions, taking her back from thralldom that was binding loose ends at the House of the Dragon, when finally all the knots weren’t sealed at the new Dawn, with the Faith (Vera) as its assurance. For there wouldn’t be any of it, if it stayed the way he believed. This is why he forgave his father, this was even her sacrifice. There was something in humans, which was incurring to trust the Lord of all. Paramount, Sovereign, Demi and Prime ones, those of Elves and those of Humans, there may be many Gods, but only one is above, the supreme, birthed from the Mother Nature. Or so it was, so it was how it said. He never entrusted to any of his sons, any of his Master Plans or the designing strategies, he couldn’t be trusted either, for Celegorm didn’t trust humans. The travel shall be long, but on his Huan, he was flying, more heartened, inspirited and emboldened to see the heart of what it means to be human, to identify, that something, what was prompting his own son to act, causing such the ire in him, to protect and to save, and even his father to be the changed man he wasn’t before her!
- What do you think, my good and old friend – he leans onto cushiony treasure –what is out there for us? – We shall see, my dear boy, we shall learn. – Together. – Together, my Prince.
Off they went. To Qarth, the great trading city, all roads were leading to Qarth, thereby, it was done so. This is where it was leading them, the trail that is located on the southern coast of Essos, where the southwest Wall begins concealed and it may be woken up when it heeds the call of the Queen of Dragonstone. On the straits of the Jade and Summer seas, passing Seven Kingdoms, Seven Narrow or Sundering Oceans, Cloud Hills and Hazy Cliffs, where lies Beleriand, as prehistoric and bygone lands of Elves, their baseborn beginnings, of the Far East and Far South, from the North, to the West of Westeros, completing the Middle – Earth as such, lives the Qarth, that lives on our planet Arda as well. Where people were of the common strains, but they were good and rich in hearts, they were diverse and they weren’t plain. They had so much to offer, if you show the kind side of yourself, not the facet of the biased bigotry. And in one of these parts of the world, was operating the Assassin guild, which was the kin related to the one of the House of Black and White.
The center was Qarth for Assassin creed, and for the House of Black and White, it was the Free City of Braavos, but they worked together all the time. Housing the countless of them, for there was no number, and no end to the city of Qarth. And the Jade Gates were there, which were resembling the Northern Ice Wall, keeping the invasive invaders and colonizers from the touches of the elven kind, why to break it down, something that may, on one of these days, prove to be something much more than just the Wall.
Which means, he will have to shapeshift, both himself and Huan, if he has every intention to go inside. To pass through the Rune Magic, engrained in protective girdles of Qarth, only their blood and the mated to the blood may pass or the permitted, just like with the Ice Wall, during the Dance of Dragons which was once in a lifetime, covering the greying skies, but there was no Mad Targaryen blood by Feanor, it was manmade only, for it was the Trade City, in the case of the North, it was the only sacrificial way, to purvey stability from the maddened blood, which was the result of the failed voluntary experiments to become identical under the skin, whiles the blood is the same, akin to archetypes of whom they strive to be, Witchers, those who hunt chimera children that are delving into the fleshes of life, nonetheless, their souls shall be collected by God Elf, their Creator who kept a son, other slave boys are resold, living normal lives under Elves, and by one drop of blood of Ice Dragon and his own, he becomes Great Prince of Targaryens or Targaryen Elves, while the Dark King was the Prince of all Elves, only much later, those bloods would become a soul that feels and groans, a spirit through which they live as Ice Wall, walled into it, to keep it together as two sides of a flipped coin. Now, that is something that no one tried, no Elf, for it is unneeded to spoil a freedom that would only do more evil than good.
Why is that? It is all about the Trade, if Mount Doom was off the hook, for its prophecy, and so, why to indulge even to more blood spilling, unless, someone is seeking the war, that ends up even conquering the last of the human free forts, and it would signalize the fall of the human kind as a whole. Something, no one wants. Not even him. He had no right to breach something what even God Elf, of whom they are all warned, didn’t lay a touch. However, no one said anything about subterfuge or prying in? And a day was golden and sunny like any other when it was bechanced. One little dove, soon to be returned to its messenger-bearer and the bringer of tidings, has roosted itself, perching on the well-bred arm and as soon as the message is delivered, it flew off. It was Daxos of Qarth, one of the representatives, he read what it wrote. Raising one eyebrow up. Of course, that she would return. For a visit? She was doing it almost each month, practically since her childhood, it all stopped when she grew up and matured, and now, she is going to be their delighted guest, relishing their offerings, the bounties and the beauties of Qarth.
- Sire, we heard that she is resuscitated with the whole soul, along with her Dragon sons, she was saved from the dark. – Are they with her?
- They are gliding around, they will stay out. – What about her Boy King and twin children? – They stayed home, this is her pilgrimage. – Oh, if that is so, bring Daenerys Targaryen in! And, she is still the Little Lady, silver Princess? – The Dragon Queen of Gondolin and 7 guarded Gates. – Oh my, we cannot turn her down, can’t we? – No, Sire – the pellucid curtains, were draped in fairy stardust, leaving a trace of dreaming spring, along with the winter winds – she is having even her noble steed with her. – The name? – He is Huan. – Send Quaithe, the Shadowbender… - It is binder, the shadowbinder, Sire. – Yes, that is what I said, send the woman with the serpent’s mask, let her see into her, peruse her and prepare Doreah, she will serve as a bondage thrall to her.
He never forgot her kinky proclivities, how astute of him, he has to think of everything, that is why the Free City of Jade Qarth was something that is untasted, until you taste it, inexperienced, till you do not experience it, and with the regularity, as the custom has obligated them to the owing debts, for staying free for as long as there are the Deeps of Time and the Wheels of the same, there has to be a boy or girl for her, waiting, to play a little with them, with no violation or trauma or any of defilement upon them, for they are choosing for them, not the other way around, and they are free to go, when the secret enjoyment is done, Doreah was the gentlest to serve someone else when she is gone. They had visitors, they had Elves, and the law was crystal clear. Only Elf women may pass, no Elf men. And that is for the diplomacy, pilgrimage or for the sake of good old fellowship. And no one shall break it, ever. And it never did so!
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Till now. In lands of Palm Trees, flower cactuses and the timeless summer, sand hills were sending veils of sands across the greenery that is sparse, across waters which are holy in dune lands.
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- Your Grace, you may enter upon your snow and nobbled stud horse. – Thank you very much – she is a fantasy in translucent silvering, looking up, passing through high arches of Jade Gates.
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It is never satisfying for expanding spheres of life, where both elven men and women may impregnate (secret organs) or grow wombs in men, through hormonal changes of enzyme is the fear.
Laying its eggs…