Lone Wolves
When you have nothing to lose, when you make of a good man, your worst enemy, and when the enemy becomes your friend, that is when the Wheel shall speak the last words, that all humans are doomed to die anyway. When all worlds do fall, that is only the peace that is achieved on the day of wrath. The hearthstone was illumining with the cast and sputtering fire, its fireplace was warming the two men who were cozily drinking the sour wine and having their nibbles, enough for themselves, in their soft armchairs and with the shadows playing, they spoke.
- So, what was this on the sky? People call it the Miracle of Two Suns. Perhaps, it was some sort of apparitions or phantasm? – Why do you believe that it has anything to do with me? Or that I have spurred it? – It always has to do something when the Elf is in question – he took a sup, it was too bitter for tasting, yet, he drank it, it seems, that the ale wasn’t the only one that comes with the lower quality, they were reminding themselves of Elves, more than men, when it comes to the brewing something of theirs, this is why the trade was so prosperous between Elves and Men, the only if he could add to the list. – I am not that stoked up with the fired power, dear son – it was resonating between them – neither I am that much powered also. – Still, it appeared and went away, how do you explain it? You promised that you will tell me everything.
- And I said it to you, about Qarth, sandworms, about the Undying Lands, about almost everything. – But something has to be, so that you generate such a spectacle upon the azure of the skies? – Someone would say that it was shining with the millions of stars, up there. It was the silver sun, and yet, I do not know what it resulted, to come to that.
- Something that no one is able to follow up? – I do not know, my Jon, if I knew all the answers, I would give them to you first. – Isn’t it living, so long, the foundation for having some grip of the life? – We may perceive, we may see into the remote or near future, but that is all. Neither one Elf, if you are to ask them, shall not give you the answer of how they are looking forward to the infinity which they live to the end of all times, for you humans, it is a different narrative, because your lifespans are shortened – the quietness. – You called me…human. – Well, you still harbor that hope for them, after everything they have done, and the same mistakes, over and over, and they do it how it befits them, and you still, are there for them. – For those who are good people, just for them, trust me, I am not that much in love with them, but why to suffer even those, who had done nothing but still wanted to try something with this world of ours, that has long closed its eyes to the God?! If already the Devil said farewell, the Satan and Lucifer, the Prince and Lord of darkness, the morning stars, the light bringers and bearers, as much as lords of gifts and adversaries old.
They were the same. Jon was brooding about something, and Celegorm knows when Feanor makes his entrance, he continually prided himself upon the figures and specifics, when he walks into your life, he never leaves even when he isn’t present any longer. He leaves the lasting mark and its endlessness, there is the infinitude of the unresolved words, for those who were wronged, they had every right to see how to retaliate against those who did them wrong. If there is no justness, what is the meaning of life, the uprightness without the cause? It is nothingness.
- What is it that he disputed with you? – That I shall be hurt more with helping out, than staying out of his way…and how do you know that it was him? – He has that effect on the people he does interact with.
- Well, he just – the fire was having its green shine, and something was crackling much more than just the fizzling of the flames – appears in your life, he doesn’t pay heed, rarely upon which influence he shall play, he just goes in and goes out, without turning his back. I was raised to look up to the man’s back who is my idol, but he comes over to you and totally is scrambling with your mind, your feelings and even makes you doubt, he makes you grow doubtful, and that is the power that is not fair to anyone who uses it.
- Littlefingers, as clones of wraiths, did come from the blood of Feanorians, and what does he relay? - He is saying, explicating, for all this momentum of how human beings will have to choose between the survival and their own humanity, which he claims, that it is non-existent, there are only glimpses left, but when I look at my Northerners, I see that there is something still in there, and he says, one Great Elf, Feanor, says to me, someone else will stand in my place, as once you were my Noah, and so there shall be another, and another, and another, ordinarily, spewing to my face, that there shall be Genesis deluge, continuously, until all the sin is wiped clean, and look at the Elves? They are taking advantage of humans, abusing their blood, for their own means and plans.
- We shall never understand how the mind of such an Great Elf ever works. Glorfindel may be the force of nature, but remember, Feanor is behind it all. You will never come to figure out his inner workings, for he is the greatest in all subtlety and sublimity. He is the mental giant if Glorfindel is all the brawn. Once even he told me about that one tale, and he is fond of tales, of the man whose claws weren’t sharp enough, and the coat is red, the same as gold, but he never bowed so low, and then, my father, told him, if you do not kneel to the kin, rains shall weep over your halls.
- Rains of Castamere came from Feanor himself? My Grandsire?!
- That is right. My son, that is the trustiness you have to put on myself. On my sweet self, there, there is that smile…perchance, he only wishes to avail and abet. To ease the transit. If I learned anything, people make mistakes, half-witted and thoughtless mistakes, like, the whole time, they have their daily habits and everyday routines, and they believe that nothing can go wrong, and then, we misunderstand and misinterpret any situation which we cannot ever have back, we cannot atone, we defend, even when we know that is our reciprocal defense, the safeguarding from the responsibility we know that it shall down on us, for the rest of what a life is meant to be led. Life is unfair. You just learn to live with it. – Since when you had become such a sage? For I am not taking your words easily.
- I didn’t. But there were two sisters, they never did any good, there are people who had worse lives than theirs, and they become good people, but they weren’t, and yet, Feanor gave them another chance…my father, my Emperor of all Elves, and your grandsire. One graybeard who shall never look like one. Since he was the one that perpetrated and inflicted far worse, and so, he can be forgiving for those who are doing it while being perishable. I will never apprehend, why those sinners are so much likeable by God, if he wants them so much, he can have them. – Who would ever suspect, that you would be the one, who is gatekeeping. You were just the ones you are incriminating, even pronouncing it, and we have you on our side. – But, where is the justice for those who were nothing but good? What is their reward? Elves have neither. Yet, Death, another life? Are these all lectures and lessons, which are not serving no one? I do not grasp it. If someone is out there who may explicate it to me, I would be the most welcome to such a person. – I do not know, each bite I take, each gulp – as he did with his father Elf – each frizzling of the blazing flame, to me is the showy play which has no end, and no birth, to some, the life is the Mother, and to some, Stepmother, and there are more who deserved to perish, and those who earned their right to live. If the God does it all backwards, I do not see how it shall ever heal. – There has to be something to make the lesson of someone? The example.
- Yet you are not doing anything, you are not avenging, you are merely retaliating, for there is nothing for us, the Elves.
Jon is mediating upon these designations and all what he could conclude is one thing only, they knew nothing. Just maybe, the God was calling those as angels, to come at their side or, is not?
- What if there is no God? – Then, that would be for the better, we are on our own, it is the religion that feeds hunger, while keeping the rich from having it all. – There is no sense, in all what we do, doesn’t it?
- No. You give the meaning, the meaning that is lost to human beings, they will never change, and you are battling the lost game, my son, but, then again, when you see how deplorable they are, how they struggle with themselves, how dismal they look, how pitiful are even those artists, and all those singers, or the ones who play their pianos, they are all desiring the better world, which they will never have, they trust that something is disguised as the blessing, the misery to be what moves, something grander, and that not all is wicked, if it gave birth to something meaningful even when I deem that those are all wrongful excuses, only then we are missing the collateral beauty in them. Jon Snow.
He wasn’t born as the Targaryen, even when he was Aegon as well as Ice Wall, he wasn’t even Stark, but he felt more in those hours of despair than anyone shall ever. And what is to come next? Nothing at all. The life has lost its course, there is no lane to follow, nothing to be asphalted, nothing to be concreted, there is the stone and there is the rock, unpaved. For human beings had long ago went past their borders of the human selves, and this is why it is happening to them. It was the most deserving. It was merited by not gold or the craft? It was praised by how much evilness you are to bring unto the world that is broken, shattered, fallen and rotten. The rivers may dry, the last petal to fall, the final tear to drop, the human shall never abort to be what it strongly feels that he or she is just the fertilizer for the plant food. Let the blood flow, let it make healthier, let it be light in the black. For that is all what they will be ever knowing after all.
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- So, I have to save them from themselves, or just some who are still meritorious of his grace? – Sadly, Jon, that is how it is – he took a deep breath – I wish it was different. They are doomed!
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From the very beginning...the damned race. Merely a game in Devil’s hands. Stairways to Heaven. Sometimes, the cost for the suffering is to learn to forgive the sin, not the man, that was all.
And so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, now rains weep over his halls and not a soul to hear…and so we spoke.