Extra Stories 4

Huan was thinking. Your birth father, dear Jon, was in a tight spot and I was a noble horse, what else can make you more adorable for the cause? Deferred to the bones, when you see that you are in the pit of the begetting worms, from each hole, and each of the crack, they were slithering their ways through the gaps, crinkling underneath their reefed bodies, all that is sticking to them, and what is serving as the source of the feed for them. At least, it was the twinkled light, here and there, through pores and venting of the delved mines. And they say that the love is the most powerful thing in the world, the one that is greatly powered by the smoothness of the road that you walk, but no one knows what the atonement does to people. No one knows that when the one who did you most wrong is the one who makes amends to you. When the bad person in the heart, becomes a good man, that is the triumph of the life that celebrates compassion over all wrongs in the world which are performed in the name of the false idols. Having such a person on your side, is the greatest victory you shall ever accomplish, no matter all veneration or deference, no matter all the glory and fame, all praised renown or the ill repute that brought to your doors the fortune, shall be less in the face of the win, for when you make such a man falls, you know that your mission is complete, and he or she shall be the ones who will continue your legacy when you are gone. Only then, you are wallowing in the affluence of your earned name and the endowment that will live out through centuries. For there was even bearing of the young ones which were trailing themselves across the sandy place, looking for poured light in pores!

- For Elves do not forget details, but the North remembers names – Huan had to remark it. – You never commented something that is comprehensible, would you enlighten me? We are surrounded by them, from all sides and other directions, you do not even know where they creep out, hissing at us, and they are joyous about it. – This was your idea, not mine. Besides, look at them, they are not attacking us. – Still, they would do it if they are ordained, if they are to be assigned so. There was no bother then, why would they cease their covert intentions? – You are expecting for them to assault us? For real? Why did we come, if not as visitors or even guests? To speak with whom we must?

- My Huan, this is getting better and better with each passing moment, as you came to me as the gift, as Feanor’s Ghost to Jon’s crib, and there was no more weeping of the father, but the joyful tears of the mother who thawed her heart as the promise. – I suppose so, and hey, what are they doing? – They are pointing at something. – They want us to follow. – Where are the titanic ones? And this light, it is even more warming. – Dragons would enjoy these sand grottos and cavities of yore. – Even Dragon people. – You are one of them, even when you are a Feanorian. – I do not deem it, is this why I was coping so well?
- We shall never know, at Dragons, it is regularly the summer’s spring. – How do they take upon themselves the very Winter? If it ever comes to their hills and mountains.

- It is swaddled around them, actually, and it is making the whole ordeals and trials of the summer as something that is spring, thus, summer’s spring that is visiting even us, but with them, that is their inclemency. – Still, how would they take the Winter? – Just great, but they do have a liking to the high temperatures, the higher, the better, it is the same with your Tall brother, Maedhros, he is cooking himself even when outside is above 40 degrees! If anyone would be so kind to interpret that to me, I would be more than appreciative of that person. – We are Feanorians. We were never known for the saneness.

- That would be the realism, but now, we should follow them.

- If you say so, insisting – and step after step, they were led through the networks of complexes and the mazes which were having the indentations and dints in each hollowed nook that was lit up by their pouring lights and the venting systems, and air drainage, it was the ingenious segments of the sandworm ingeniousness with which they were enriching the life, and from each corner, there was the big and the small, sandworms were thick and replete in these angles of the world, and they didn’t even voice themselves, they would only fizz or hiss at them, and that was all, they were doing their own businesses, and they were always in such haste, where were they scurrying? What was going on, very soon, they have got their retorts, for the miracle of the sandworms didn’t even touch them or retaliate in any way.

They were standardly building their lives, and it never stops, it never ends, for they did live long, but the longer is not the guarantee or any assurance that you will be able to finish all on the time, and in the middle of their throne room, there was the petty cascading water pool, which was enlivening and energizing, just by staring at it. And Celegorm’s eyes grew large, larger than any life, they were granting them their wish? Which they did oblige, conforming to their simplistic but the simple and ordinary life with dignity.

Once he plunged himself in the midst of their watering of the pools in where they would learn even to swim, only there and then, Celegorm was cooled and replenished, along with his truest friend of them all, Huan, who was soaking like it will never be such boons and benedictions for them ever. Jointly, they enjoyed. Ah, they were graced and blessed, the worn out clothes were taken up by the sandworms and eaten, and in its stead, the novel ones that were woven inwardly, were presented and delivered, embroidered and embellished, just like the earlier ones, they could replicate the skill, but never to have the actual craft or art, still, it was such a fulfilling emotion.
Celegorm couldn’t but feel so thankful, filled with the gratitude was Huan, it was more than both could hope for. Together with this miraculous figment of imagining, and then, all what they were needing, it was sated, from the fresh wellspring water to the mouthwatering food, even some fresh fruits, they were regaled as the King and the Great Elf. As it was only proper. They were indeed, their guests, not just visitants.

- Apart from all, when will one of them manifest? – it was the statement, not the claim, while observing how the utensils and bronze salvers are taken away, where are they obtaining all this stuff? Huan was the quiet one and stoic. – From the people, but not by killing, it must be the borrowing of these sand sharks. They are not the slayers. – But they are assailing us? We are taken care well off now, but, what after their hospitality runs out? – We have come to hunt. Recall it.

He did, it was dawning, because this wasn’t what they were bent to do. There are all sorts of inclinations and proclivities, the tendency to hunt. Yes, but even your soul is clean when you are doing for the right purposes, even when it is the sport, not for the food or prerequisites. Or, this wasn’t how they were reckoning and this is where they were calculated as the threat to them? It could be seen like this as well, they won’t touch human communities, hidden settlements or the colonial outposts.

They were humans, but this was the Elf that came with the aspiration in self.

- What is so special about humans? – Nothing much, but, the humans are doing, out of fear, something what Elves do not.

- What?

- They do abide by the rules, and you know through the history of humanity what it did entail, people got burned and seared, mocked and derided, they were losing their minds if the status quo is shaken, and not even women were much better when they were finding themselves in the positions of the men.

- What may be done about it? You are only speaking about the certitude, like it is the only truthfulness that is left for you? –

- My Celegorm, my most beloved master, you are Elf. What could you ever know? You are born strong and independent and with privileges, with the immortality and you are the imperial son to Fire’s Spirit, and what was your son? – presently, it was hurting more than he could ever express it.
Huan was…right.

- His upbringing and yours, it would never be, if you found out earlier and took her back from the sealed Pact of loose ends with Dragons, as birth parents, you do understand now. Those are two worlds, he saw the worst and the best of them, and he still inclines to do what is right, not what is necessary like you. So, it seems, I have my own due to share with you. We forgot what it means to be human, in the abstract matter of ways. For there is one irredeemable facet in humans, for which they are condemned, and that is that they shall never be forgiven for the Original Sin of Adam and Eve, and yet, you are Elf, who has no reward and no punishment. So, now, please, do tell me, out of all retributions, you do not expect yours? I was never that self-absorbed into self, like you.

- You are saying this all to me, because we are unworthy to be looked upon by the King or God of theirs? – Precisely. – We are the pretty captives of theirs, and they won’t let us go, spending us in their silkiness and beauty, till we do not change our minds? – he was leant upon the sand banks of their little river, with the half of the body still inside the beautiful waters which were never discontinuing in pleasing the users, while the silver threads were the twisted destiny around whom even fire weaves another fate, as the captured essence of Great Jewels, the Silmarils that shall envisage the Palantiri usages as Seeing Stones and the Tengwar of Tongues of the Great Elf, but the greatest was the one that is composed of the hallow fluorescence, that is akin to the one they were delighted in, kindled upon and favoring, the silver of Twin Trees of Valinor. Laurelin and Telperion, the opposites that are sun and the stars, the elder and the younger, the male and female. Cold against the warmth, the far against the close. Firstborn of Moon and Starlight, and the Afterborn (Secondborn) as the human beings. The rippling has commenced, and they could hear it, something was moving from the bottoms of chasms in Earths.

If anyone would enquire them, if there is the hope for the humanity? They would answer that the life is standing for there are people who are like Silmarils, when called upon, keep the darkness at bay, those are all seeds of balanced humanness, or what is left of it, for the truth is compelled to be spoken, impelled to be the propelling force and to see what may come out of it all when the last dropping blind is blinding the human realms of old.

The First Age were the dark times, and only people who lived through it, could speak about it. Generations were born and passed away, and not even one could be here to word out what it would ensue next.
The shivering of the sand was so light, and out of one of the countless passes, here he comes, God itself, the androgynous being that went through the water of life, sand souls that are harvested, wherein a light doesn’t come, dampened, it was presenting itself, shrouding everything before oneself.
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- The little ones, even the middle and others are leaving us –Huan spoke instead of Celegorm. All was dedicated to him. God Emperor of Sand. At least, they were smelling nice, looking fine.
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Homesteads and farmlands for integration are either given to captivated humans, born to or by the will re-taken, or to those they will share life with, other Elves as their companions in the shared life, it was common, jointed and it was mutual, as a certain son shares his one in Gondolin with his Mistress Lady, even love of High Queen mother who availed her ties and connections to bring him to a home without being used by King and Queen Bees in Shadow Lands. That is a Pact. For there are unexplained mysteries in the universes that were left unsaid so.
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Possibly, she won’t be recognized as the first ever human Empress, the inspiring Shieldmaiden and the gentlewoman of Two Towers and the Lady in White, but she will do her best to glorify.
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Elf Emperor’s son and the Last King’s daughter as the human, one of kinds, each one, for everyone else shall be of the blended and mingled springs from which the begetting of life shall commence its infinite dance of the human beings. High Princess and High Prince had gifted to the humans, the most earthed son that has lived as mortal humans, not the Elf who was having the heart of Elf or the divided Dragon’s heart, honored by the parents, for their choices in life. Even those who gained human hearts as God Elf, were knowing they are awaiting the long ends!
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Spirit of Fire, Soul to the Flame, Consumer of Life, you have outdone yourself with this life lesson of Direwolf Starks. And one of them was the claimed Aegon Targaryen as Ice Wall of tales.

God – Emperor of Sand or King of Dunes, they were one and the same… only changing its sizes, spawning the others or the Great Others.

That was the secret of Dune, flowering life in doing so.