Elf Emperor
Through telepathy, the son could speak with anyone, he informed Huan to wait, and Father to stand before her. It was such a long time, and even when they are on their own sides, they are the blood mutual. They had waited under a Great Elder Tree that was weighted by fruitful boughs as artworks, which were like the crown that is permeating with its fluorescing vines which were touching and caressing if you would come ever closer, she was astonished, that she could sit and eat, reach for it, even savor the nectar from its dainty petals and intricate gussets, he caught it.
- Do not do it, if you have no design to stay – he was gentle with her, freeing her stunned hand that starts to shake a bit. – I do not understand. – If you eat or drink, then, you are ours, you stay – that was so unfair. – But, I heard that Ned Stark… - There is the price, trust me, you do not want it… - So, the only way I can ever taste it or experience…is to give upon myself? – Yes. – Oh, what an unfairness of life! – Somebody would appreciate the effort to say it to you, I could stay silent – she looks down, upon his black gloved hands. There was nothing to say any longer. She must endure if she wishes to go through. If everything goes as it should, then, she is meeting one of the greatest Great Elves ever. And you never know, if Gollum has his happier fate, why wouldn’t her sister? – You have summoned him? – he chuckles mildly. – You do not summon the Elf Emperor. – But, how then? – You just make sure that your presence is felt.
- And he will sense you? – He is reading your intentions, he knows that you will come even before you materialize it. – How then anything works? I mean, how does he know that he should come? – He hears everyone’s thoughts, and sure, I did my telepathy links with him, but that is because he is my Lord and Sire. The one who gave me life. He could think against it and pass me for something much more interesting to him – he was jesting. – You are really not good at this. – I accede – both had to smile, just for a little. – And how is he? For he is the one they call the Spirit of Fire, Consumer of Life, the Soul of Flame… Is he…all right if I come like this or with you? Will I be able to talk to him?
- Why not? He welcomes each human to his imposing bosom – she got shivers down her backbone, he continues as if it is the most normal thing in the world, being in the presence of the literal deities, hearing a name and the timbre of the voice, somebody would even muse on it, of why she would embroil herself in all this, but, she needs to suffer it, so that she may get to her, to be one with such the divine being. - And yes, he has his quirks, but he is Feanor, my father. – I can use his…name? Like Lord Feanor or something among the lines. – He is not Lord. He is Emperor.
- Then, your Grace, Majesty? – this was engaging to him. – He is Emperor. The only proper way is your Imperial Highness or the short term is Empire. – Oh… - she was such a class, and so human, he enjoyed her, frail, it was prompting him to protect her from everything, is this how you feel also Jon? When you begin to care for them, is this is it? No matter what she might accomplish or how she was fending for her being so, there is that frailty he must defend. Regardless of her position or how people glanced back, she was human, that was enough for him to see how really tiny she did appear to him now. In the foreign land, alone, with the man. He got close, and she didn’t flinch, he leans onto him, and he embraces her in the brotherly way. She evoked the instincts of the guardian in him. – Just, my Lord, shall be more than satisfying.
- Very well then. I do not want to end up as some ignorant or unknowing fool. – You cannot be a fool even when everyone is idiotic, but there is one name that you shouldn’t invoke in vain. Under no tree or anything alike. Especially not the Weirwood. – That is? – Glorfindel. – Oh, that is the fable as old as time. – Yes, for he would just take you – this did make her smile. – He is always so forceful? – He uses the delightful charming, then he strikes. – Like a Wolf? – Like an Elf King Wolf. Yes, he is Stark and he acknowledged that part of himself, he almost turned into a human being. – I heard about it, such inspiring tales fly far and fast, still, Elves can have their elven endowment and still be mortal, like Daemon Targaryen, right? – That is to be honored, choosing the long end. But Glory does have the human heart, gained it, unlike the one that is being more human with the Dragon heart. – This is such an engrossing story telling you have with you. – At least something – they brightly laughed, after some time, she inquires. -You will be with me? Stay, when he comes? – No. – What!? – he didn’t allow her to move from his ring of protection, the walled in runes of his individual magic.
- You are to be alone with him, you need him. – I thought you are going to speak with him too. – I shall, but not for your cause, you asked of me to bring you to him, I did. The rest is down on you. – But…I shall not find in me the ability to speak, he is…Feanor! – This is the first time that I hear that someone has an adversity to use the voice with him, yet, he has his art powers, you may remain quiet and still. – I want my voice to be heard. – Then, how are you speaking with me? How do you lead the discourse with Elf?
- I have come to know you, I am used to you – the warmness around his elven heart was something that he shall never forget, it wasn’t even pressing, he was prospering from within. It made him more than overjoyed. He got elated with the notional prospect of her faith in him, the one she laid upon. He found himself wanting more and you shall not have him denied, for none shall have him wanting so.
- You really meant what you say?
- You may read my mind – and he did, and what he saw in there, was the past life, she had them two, and neither was the desired outcome. She died traversing Red Waste, the red giant dune hills, from the wasting disease, Dany buried her by her own hands, and in another life, she died from a slow death by starvation, for the same Dany locked her up with Daxos for her betrayal, and people found it triumphant? Well, this is how at the 8 circle, such a triumph was rewarded by a disappointment and in this life, he could see that she is already living her best life, for she has met him.
This was something the most noteworthy that anyone could give him from humans, and he desired so badly to be there with her, but he knew the rules. His father was the prick bastard, he won’t move even an inch if it isn’t ordained as such. For he didn’t make those norms, there were always those who are higher and greater than them. And if she doesn’t come before him alone, if she doesn’t come forward, he won’t manifest. He was that much fastidious, if it was meaning to her, he shall be her shadow, behind or beneath her feet. And it did mean. Meaning so.
- It means the world to me – he looked away, this was the first, but not the last time, to see what Jon has seen in them, there was that endless desperation, the dejection and the despondency, the glumness of the heavy heartedness. And he views her in the newer light, becoming her shadow, so that she may be at ease with him. Yet, she stayed alone, and she still feels that familiar warmth that is encasing her into her familiarized way of life.
She could dream, feeling grass that is flowered by rose dew, underneath the white lotus trees whose flowers will never lose their beauty if they stay on the path of patience. And there that was. It was coming. He didn’t know how it will happen, that is why he didn’t tell her, but she may be aware of the attendance of his. The birds were singing, and they were of the opulent and diverse shapes, contrasting those she knew. From behind, somebody has leaned its slender, masculine weight on the hull of the blossomed tree, upon the right side. He was here. She was turning, ever so evenly, with the gingered lightness. She was as she were, and she is noticing that dark-haired man who was glancing back at her, in the royal red, tessellated in wavy patterns, woven by stiches and seams, it was the stupendous needlework, the tapestry of Elf art, in the refined modesty and the styled charm upon his brow and the high forehead, he was Emperor of Elves and Eldamar.
She fully turns, being horror-stricken. Such a beauty could only disguise so much more, and she knew better than to start being cocky, of how she is going to speak with none other than Feanor, or that she has drawn him to herself. She clears her dry throat, bowing ever so slightly, waiting, while she was upheaved anew.
The stirring in the water ripples were the indication that he is mulling about her, what to do and what not. Even before she has spoken. She was the odd egg. Egg-shaped, with the speck of orient in her.
- I listen, girl – she was stricken by the sound of his voice, it is like he is ice, becomes irritated by his son’s decision, he voiced it. – You must be so special, that my son is breaking some boundaries, which he did during his wild youth, but this is so rare, that is verged on forbidden, yet, you stand here, in front of me, asking of me, exactly what? – I am Doreah… - I know, girl, so, why don’t you allay yourself? And eat something, drink, so that we may get over with it? – he is nettled.
She can tell much. Celegorm used him up as the public service. If she can do it, then, someone else might even consider of using him as he is on demand. That is something which he never tutored or groomed his son in such a way. This is something what Jon Snow would do and…ah, now he could get it. It seems, that his grandchild is rubbing it off on the entirely flawed machinations. This isn’t how the world works, and the laws are plain and simple, there is nothing enmeshed about them. Or to be ensnaring. And here we are, breaking down some of the walls, the bastions of same walls he aided to be built up. He sighs in exasperation. She is totally lost to the front of him, he upends himself, far more regally this time. Not like a man who was peeved and annoyed. She could recognize leastways that, since the father and son were so akin to one another and nothing alike, except, being related by the blood. Approximated her so nigh.
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She recoils but he didn’t permit much space to stay between them. – I know why you are here, for someone who speaks much, now, someone has got your tongue? Hm? Ask for it, my human.
Elicit stirrings in the magic…is illicit.
Confirming glades of miracles…