Never-ending dream
Palantiri couldn’t foretell how it will look like. The life of the King’s Landing of the North. It was extoled and elevated high, upon the brinks of the mountainous tops, upon the warm springs, upon the river’s banks, its deltas were the beauty of the gems, and each street or avenue was the burnished gladness, the snow was glistening, the stars are winking back, the greyness was substituted by the whiteness of the souls. When Jon thinks about it, he can even brood ever deeper and clearer. There is still some good in people left. And for that good, all this is worthwhile. He does remember the North as something that is hostile and adverse toward you, but no one tells you about the freshness of the air, how the cold stimulates your imagination and how the coldness is your answer in silence, when you do not know who to approach a friend in pain.
The heights were in their restless souls. Highlands were incasing them with their elevations, the moors were restful, and the uplands got other plateaus which are covered with nothing but the cleansing snow. For the snow knows. The nature watches you. She dreams of the silver shores, not of the murkiness in your hearts. When he looks upon the ascending towers and arched domes, when he looks upon the domed houses, and the tiled rooftops, the cobblestone and the Weirwood they planted to make their lives ever jollier with their colored bounties, there is nothing more, but the peace in the heart of the man who loved to live with his northern people. The markets were full, the workshops were open, the educated people were in their offices and the skilled ones were working with their hands, each were complementing one another, even artists.
- You can only be proud of yourself. This is one of the few, left Citadels, that are standing in this slighted world. You have made what seldom anyone would ever do. You did bring to the people, the hopeful future, the future days. My son, standing right next to you, I can see, the lines of our people and yours, how they are together through thick and thin. For you do see your Ned Stark, out there, between the heavenly horizons which are kissing the sun, and touching upon the earthly born ground soils. You did this for them. And there is nothing but to look back and gaze how it all unfolded, and today, after all, you are bearing all the fruits of the real space – Jon looks up at him. – Will you stay, be here beside me? To the end of the longest ends? I may be more human than human, I am still Elf that didn’t gain a human heart, I share my Dragon Heart with a lion, I am not Glor’s claimed chimera son, neither I had grown the elven heart, for they stayed Elves, that honors them, as much as I am both Elf and Man. Elf-Man, you shall be with me, when longevity expires, and you see my long end, my Elf Father? – a shudder. – I shall. – Will you abet me to make the dreams come true? – I shall. – Will you give up what you were before? The monster they saw.
- I shall. My son. All for you that is born. Never to give up. – And, will you hunt humans, make of them your slaves? – Celegorm is for a moment, so quiet and serene, Jon wheezed. – That is something that you shall never have from me, not now, not ever. Those days are gone with the wind – both a father and a son, found their meaning, yes, there are still some things that are worth to fight for, and that is something that no one can take from them, embraced, snuggling into one another. Jon found his birth parents, as they, found him. Celegorm said. – I have to go to see what has become of Huan – both so gladly smiled. – Go and see, I can hear that his howling as if the children are baking him. – It isn’t that he doesn’t like children, but he thinks of himself as the prime predator and… - It doesn’t suit a hunter to be cuddled and coddled.
- You know all the story – winking, and for the first time, Jon could eye it, the back of the Elf father, not to replace the one he used to watch, but this was the new experience. This was his Elf Dad. Ned may be his father, but he wasn’t his Dad. He gazes up. – Thank you, Lord Father, thank you to all, thank you to all who were given something better, purifying the sin of Elves, as it was Gollum’s fate of which I did find out, thank you to all brothers and sisters, who perished in the fire, and were rebirthed as the new lives, like Brandon Stark to my Elf Uncle in disguise, even to the one who was Eowyn’s blood, you forgave, and that is what counts the most. Now, all of you, who are avatars, you may finally rest and explore the next voyage that is awaiting you in other parallel universes, that is what you did deserve, and we shall wait, when we meet again, now, I know, we miss you, but you shall be back anew! – the kingdom of Heaven didn’t answer, there was no need for it, he knew the answer, looking forward on. There is that light in the darkness, even when all is dark, the laugh that is healthier and the enlightenment that is ever emotional, for the emotions are the life itself.
Celegorm was smiling while he was advancing toward his Huan who hid behind one of the fireplaces which are placed in the middle of each street, so that people are always warm and cozier.
- Oh, here you are. – They are afraid to come nearer when it is the fire in question – he got petted, anon. – Not you too! – Come, my faithful one, we have the ride to catch up!
- Ah, can we just sit and watch upon the snowy sky, upon one of these hill tops?
- You are reading my mind, go there, I shall come to you. I have someone who waits, I shall join you, very soon, my dearest Wolf.
- I am your only Wolf! – the Elf winked back, and while Huan was bolting to the next exalted hill, Celegorm was bethinking how one brood was emptied, and one son never got bitter for never having his Wolf, only to get Kara when it was the least expected, the Mother of Wolves, and the two of the siblings who lost their ones, never took others, even when he asked of them, offered, ah, before all is clouded by the destined and bound events, and after being fed lies, he did find her, sealing the loose ends with the House of Dragon, respecting his father’s decision, for there wouldn’t be what he had now. Ned was mortal, but he could wait, that is upon which he did count. He never made a mistake.
He was a Great Elf, and one little boy, through the trudging winter, snug and cozy, bundled, was brought home, the father wept for he was so weakly born, the mother gave the promise to melt a heart for him, and the Ghost did come out of nowhere, into his crib, the Ghost, that was his Father, nonetheless. And the rest, was the history which only Elu Iluvatar, as the Allfather that is delivered from the Mother Nature knew along with all his dark and lost children, Goddesses and Gods alike, Queens of Night and Light, Witches, Enchantresses and Sorceresses, who had become something else, not anymore to be held down in the unseen spaces. Lyanna waited in one of the herding pubs, lightened up. Wherein there is always the place for everyone, the ginger bread and the hot broth, and the ale was served in the measureless amounts, but when he walked in, a fire crackled in the hearth and the people, just for a second, observed him, only to go back to prattling and having the good time. He passed the test. Closing the steeled door behind him, taking a seat, next to the delighted Lyanna of his. So well content.
- What will you have? – Me? Well, whatever you have – he slants a bit. – It is funny, isn’t it? All these human beings, which you hunted, even their predecessors were your thralls, and this night, they do not fear you, even if it is your doom with them. – Yes – he sighs – I changed. – For the better – encircling his husky arm around her strong waistband. Being there in the moment by her. When all adversaries or morning stars alongside all lords of gifts or bearers and bringers of light couldn’t make it more perfect than now.
The melodic notes of the folklore songs were having their warming effects on the people who were cheering and toasting, and some were even dancing. Lyanna took Celegorm and before everyone, they danced, body against body, and people whistled and hailed both of them. At once, all of them got up, making the looping ring, dancing together.
Celegorm and Lyanna had joined them up, hand in hand, the night was young, and above their heads, the stars were twinkling down. Huan waited, he knew that he would show up before the sunrise, he has time for self.
- If you could ever concoct it, would you believe it? That you would dance with the humans as I? – Never, if someone told me, this shall be my life, after everything I have done, even after all repentance, I do not see that I have deserved all this. That I have merited it. – You see that you did. You did something good. I believe, there were also two sisters, they are still with your people, of Hurin line, and with these two sisters of mortality, you had to do, at least, something good, what you never deemed that is believable? – I think, that you have your right, but it won’t stop me to deem all my wrongs. – You see, that is what makes you…human – her heavy head is leant upon the chest of wonders, upon which she could dream, with her husband, as it was foreseen and to some, even interwoven to be as it was pleased, fighting their odds and paradoxes. – What took you so long? – It was a long night, my Huan!
The two of them, were at long last together. Watching stars, and how the snowed skies were opening to them, just prior to the new daybreak, the first crack of the light. He never felt so fulfilled, in his entire life, or even succeeded. The snowing has started again, and still, the shimmering lights of the silver resplendence was shining through, throughout all the gas giants, nebulas and pulsars, across the spaces which were expanding and the beauties that were still hidden from their supernatural glares. The two friends. Elf and his Valinor Wolf. They were together since childhood. Thinking back then, that they could do it differently, but who knows why it had to be this way. If it weren’t, they would never know the deepness of all colors of the wind, even when all is gone with it. Being star gazers, the two could sight, through the snowing, the celestial blazes, styling their final dance, before the cracking of the dawn, begins its game.
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- You do not have to hold me so close. My Prince. – Huan, let us always be together, even in death, when it comes. – That is given. – Thank you, my friend, for loving for what I was, see it in.
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Huan howled into the newest born day…we did behold the good in Northern people, in their people, there must be even more of them whiles beside the comfy fire, you eat and drink cheerily.