Bounty
Elves do not forget the details, and the North remembers the names that are likened to all who changes the heart of the face, the darkness grows as goodness, but it does change from the person to the person, but never the skin they wear, consuming life, as the Fire’s spirit. Again were those nights, when under the starlight you have been dreaming about changing the world under one banner, unifying the elven realms, by God Elf and him, Godfathers to one another as Great Elves they were, and right now, the harvest in Gondolin was at its ending tip, the hard working hands were having their finishing dip, and the highlight of the days which were preparing for the returning winter, were even felt in the dune hills of the Jade rivers, emerald in their sky-like openness to the same changes.
On one of these crest inclinations which were having the veiling sand in front of the fertile lands, stood the one with the Valinor Wolf and the other was having the Dragon of his own. Beauty and Exalior. Both young dragons, the Dragon Prince and the Dragon man-maiden, he could tell it, both Huan and him from here. They knew why they were here, and what is there that they are coveting. What is thirsted for, and it wasn’t the esteemed water in these waste lands, it was something for over which there wouldn’t be any of them, and both the Wolf rider, the Owner and his Great War Dog of werewolves variances in dire bloodline that might transmute into humanoid beings, were more than aware that their consciousness is linked to being heedful of the ones whose blood is seething within, walloping so, being churned, so that you could not be stunned or anyhow surprised of what this was about!
- The sun is setting, it is better for us to go our ways – the supreme landing of the Dragon and his swaying wings was the dance on its own, and of course, he couldn’t be cowed by what he did see, for there is the force field that is not taking away from Elf’s vigor or energy or even hardiness when they are employed to defend them against any foreboding occasion, it goes the same for the Wolf kinds and the Dragons as well, for each time there is the evolution, there is expansion on both sides, it goes the same for the sleeping patterns, when Elves of Original are getting their beauty sleep with mating among themselves, and the dreams with the humans they seize, no more moonwalking with open eyes, and those of Reimagined of the Ungoliant Lilith, the Queen of the Night, the Dark Goddess and the lost daughter to her Eru Iluvatar, Allfather that is birthed from the mother nature, are sleeping habitually from the start, nothing is taken, but only added to the mutual cause that is sealing the loose ends.
The Elves of the two dynasties, had borrowed so, shared and fostered the art, the culture, their tongues among themselves, even the civilization and their development of growing progress, for shouldered was their birthworld, the planet of Syrax they fled during the annihilating cataclysm that ruined their magical planet to the glittering caves.
Through their Wombs and Star Portals, they could call upon the magic of Higher Mysteries which are ever higher when Dragons are nigh and the Little Science that may open the worlds to sundry inhabitations, once it is implemented right, depending on the strength and force of their eastern Magic from which they hailed from.
Syrax was one of their 14th Volcanic Gods which are grown anew, to be the ones that are overlaying the Dragon Lands, incasing with its ever spring’s summer. It was all the sheer indication of how they were different, but they were acting as one, and to Celegorm and Huan, concerning what they have witnessed, the talented landing, was speaking volumes of these two youngsters who were already the first classed in their squads, as the captain and his promising Dragon, nevertheless. Some are late bloomers, and some are germinating already, being matured beyond their set years of growth.
- And I note competence and masterfulness is the mastery itself, not to slay someone who is not bringing you any harm – Celegorm spoke and got fascinated, after he is answered. – Who are you?! – for well, this was the surprise for the Huntsman and his faithful Wolf who was eyeing Beauty who was not doing the catwalk, like the most boastful ones, as Blood Wyrm, but she was letting out some sweet sounds of melody, even circling her elongated neck, it was like of some creature that is the last mythological secret of the waters. Of Adam’s ale. Huan liked her already, and she was having her feelings requited in the same way, just because they are of the manifold variations, it doesn’t mean that they cannot bud something in between one another. For some heavier periods, even for a short time, the varied sensations shall stay with them, varying are odds and likes. – This is the first. – I cannot comprehend you. – Huan, do you see what I do see, and do you hear what I hear, or my senses are failing me?
- Yes, he smells too much as the mother’s milk, he comes from the zones of Dragons, and he might not be apprised of everything. – Hey, do not talk between yourselves. I felt you. I could touch upon your vibrational aura. I was knowledgeable about the shape shifting skillfulness, but I couldn’t be privy about your wolf too. – He was hidden too well, and I might suppose that your Dragon was the fox? – How could you palpate it? – That is something what I could ask you, about your names. – Oh, I am Exalior, the Captain of the First Squad! One of the younger Dragon Princes of the generational varieties! – hearing it, Celegorm said softly to Huan. – I told you. – And this is my Beauty, she hails as the newer generation of the Dragon Eggs, and she is to even surpass Gentle Violet in the beauty and grace, it will take some time, but nothing is unfathomable when the human folks lays its naming, and it is about Meraxes, Mera…or...hey, why the two of you are not aborting in looking at me like that? Are there some stirrings in the magic which I am missing out now?
No, there were nothing to lack, he was one befuddled Dragon boy who didn’t recognize Celegorm the Fair, and maybe, just maybe, let it stay like this. Oh, why not? If he words it out, and mouths himself off, then, thereby, he is not having any forthright discourse or parleying communication. It is better this way, in this fashion to remain. He won’t reveal himself, not because he is to perform anything about it, but, he is divesting what could come about. Or it is to be brought about with the baffling junior who still has so much to learn about the life he lives in hope.
- Listen, what is the matter? You may utter it to me. – You were there for the same person. I want him. You already took the one I should have owned so, she wasn’t my first choice, nevertheless, in her place, must come him again, and I do not have any intents to let you intervene, or to meddle your nose into my matters for too much. For I do know that you did it. I do not have any picture of how you have brought it to the end or resolved it all, but you did something, whatever that is, I won’t ask. It matters less to me. Whoever you are, I have come first. – You are out of Qarth, as I am? So, what do I have with him? If this is all as you said. – For he isn’t any longer in there, and you do track him, don’t you? – Really?! He left? – After the stunt is done, yes. – He finished it off? What is happening?
- There are some disturbances and uproars in these sand regions. The times are changeable, and he left, there is nothing for him in there, that might be the final intrusion of the Assassin Creed and he is heading home, which no one knows where is its dwelling place, they are hiding it as the snakes are stashing their legs – it wasn’t just how he held himself, he had that piercing look even when he spoke brilliantly, this was one young adult, still, to him, he was just the boy who is becoming a man, the boy was slender - like, but slightly up, vigorously built around his solidly built torso. He reminded him of Glorfindel. So, more and more the young ones as him, shall be brought up into the world as it is. Introduced to their semblances. – Your wording is at the spot, but let me tell you something. I am going home, the man is yours, and you do not have to entail anything from US. You are not needing even your Dracarys, and it isn’t like you will be able to do me any hurt or my Valinor Wolf. So. Is that all right with you? – Right then, if what you are stating is the truth and nothing but the truth, I may fly off in search for him? – Be my guest. – But if I do see you venture. – I am not exerting it.
It was all what it took. The Dragon was magnificently back to the lofty skylines, it was majestically wonderful to see how the wide blue yonder was being filled up by the boyish man who was having a time of his never ending adventure, to see or undertake as voyages among clouds. When he remembers, he was just like him, and Huan was speaking with Beauty even when he uttered nothing.
It was the well - known truthfulness, the global living among the Elves and their other races which are thrown into the Wheels of the Games. They could go on, back to Jon’s realm, and this is how it was named. The King’s Landing. His son’s legacy to the people of the North. When all the worlds do fall one day and with it even the domains, there is one place they will always turn to, and that shall be King’s Landing. The King of all Kings. The All-King! His bright mind could tell, that this was the new birth, of something that is to originate ideals!
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- You nobbled him with it, if I might even add that you have characteristically emboldened him ever more. – My Huan, what could I do? It is blood of Dragon seed. – Oh, you have it, Hunter.
The bounty is yours, huntsman…