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Vhagar was the dragon of Queen Viseyna and the mightiest she-dragon to ever live; during her long life, she was ridden by Prince Baelon Targaryen, Lady Laena Velaryon and Prince Aemond One-Eye, his namesake, and it made him unusually proud to ride the dragon of his ancestors. Vhagar was large enough that one could ride a horse down her gullet. It is said that Vhagar's breath was so hot that it could melt a knight's armour and cook him inside.

By the time of the Dance of the Dragons, Vhagar was the hardened survivor of a hundred battles, had grown almost as large as Balerion, and was the oldest and largest of the dragons in Westeros. Her roar was so mighty that it could shake the very foundations of Storm's End. No living dragon could match her for size or ferocity.

Thinking about his ancestors riding dragons, Jon thought that the relationship with her was rather complex.

Many had told Jon the beast was the first to emerge from the pyre and had chosen Jon as her rider; this dragon had not parted from him since he had dwelt in Khazad-dûm, she used to fly over the mountains looking for a way to enter the mines, but she soon contented herself with flying over the Eyries and peaks of the Mountains.

These dragons could not converse with men like the Beast of the Great Enemy, but they undoubtedly possess a keen intelligence able to understand the tongues of men and elves though it had rather queer results he had taken her to Imladris and his beloved Lawlen made some mocking jest and was met by a green ball of flame that nearly ignited her dress and the gardens.

With that, Jon understood that Vhagar did not like to be mocked; when he shared this with Lord Elrond, the noble half-elf was astonished since until then everyone deemed they were simple animals, and with curiosity, he tried to approach the dragon, but he responded by launching another small ball fire. Jon had to stroke her neck to soothe Vhagar anger. However, in the end, they hadn't a clue if the dragons had learned the tongues of men by watching them or Eru had blessed them with the knowledge.

However, as Vhagar grew, she had grown fierce and wrathful; the Dwarves recounted to Jon that dragon was hunting among the peaks reducing many a wild stag and goat to ash she had even flow far south to Harad and brought several Olpihuant calves to devour; Jon didn't think it wise to let the young dragon live in the wilds for so long and desiring to quiet the dwarves fear Jon hoped to confront his dragon.

That was a mistake.

Apparently, Jon's dragon had grown prideful as a Lannister knight and no longer allowed Jon to get close and even rent his armour with her claws though Jon would not be dissuaded, and while Vhagar was a mighty beast, he managed to subdue her with his mind and copious amount of mutton.

It seems that now the dragon understood who was in command. Although the speed with which the dragon grew could change in the future, Jon did not wish to hurt his dragon; she had become as dear to him as Ghost and the gryphon of Lord Manwë.

Sighing and coming out of his memories, as well as seeing Vhagar devour that small Oliphaunt, Jon smiled slightly when he saw him calm and sighed, approaching his gryphon while his wolf and his dragon watched him with curiosity.

"Sorry, I must make haste for Imladris, Vhagar stay here and don't cause trouble, and as for you, Ghost, watch her", Jon said, stroking his direwolf's head while Vhagar contented herself with devouring her prey.

But to felt her jealously and being passed over for a creature she deemed lesser than herself.

"Don't be like that; you know I can't take you to Imladris; the elves will be terrified", Jon said apologetically, but Vhagar just blew smoke and soot in Jon's direction showing that she was upset that she could not fly with her rider.

As for Lord Manwë's gryphon, he only watched the dragon with presumption and mockery, puffing up with pride to provoke her. Jon sighed and decided to leave at once to prevent a fight between them.

"Let's go now ..." Jon said, tying his things to the gryphon and mounting the beast, and with a great gust of wind, he ascended into the clear blue sky.

"I hope everything goes well; I wonder what those parcels for Lalwen and Galadriel contain? Perhaps I should have had a smoke and some wine before departing; oh well, can't be helped," Jon thought with curiosity and then annoyance.

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The journey to Imladris lasted at most a day and a half thanks to his gryphon that seemed to want to quickly reach Lord Elrond's Vale.

Though Jon knew the reason for such haste and it amused and vexed him.

"It seems that after being admired wherever he goes by the elves of Middle-earth, this gryphon developed a princely arrogance, he expects to be treated with reverence; wherever he goes." Jon thought, irritated with his partner.

But then he saw it as beautiful as the first time he gazed upon it all those many years ago.

The Valley of Imladris, what men called Rivendell.

It was a beautiful Valley; the most ancient elves compare it to Tumlain, where Lord Elrond's great-grandfather Turgon established the City of Gondolin; Imladris was beautiful to behold, for it was cared for by the most renowned artisans among the Noldor.

In Imladris, there was a large hall with a dais and several tables for feasting. Another hall, the Hall of Fire, had a fire in it year-round with carven pillars on either side of the hearth; it was used for singing and storytelling on high days but stood empty otherwise, and people would come there alone to think and ponder his beloved Galadriel, often visited the room. Finally, the eastern side of the house had a porch where many would take counsel beside the roaring waterfalls.

Despite the incredible solidity of the fortress, Imladris was guarded against attack mainly by the magic of the Bruinen River, but Lord Elrond once told him that this was only used when Imladris was under siege as mustering such magics was tiring.

Despite being a great fortress, Elrond himself said that Rivendell was a place of peace and learning, not a stronghold of battle. So his troops, although numerous, were more limited than those of other elven lords.

Jon and his gryphon descended until they reached the gates, guarded by half a dozen spearmen clad in fine golden ramnient with high helms and stout spears of ash and oak.

Despite seeing the majestic animal many times, the elves still treated him with great reverence, and the gryphon enjoyed it much to Jon's displeasure.

Dismounting the animal, Jon went to meet the guards, who were shocked to see him. He usually sends a letter weeks before visiting Lalwen and Galadriel, but this time he did not send any due to the suddenness of his visit.

"Greetings," Jon said respectfully.

"Greetings, Jon Herenlounga. Lord Elrond did not notify us of your visit", One of the guards replied, looking spellbound at the gryphon.

"Yes, I apologize, but I have come here on the request of King Durin, so I ask you summon Lord Elrond so that I may speak with him," Jon said while the guards hastily went to find their Lord.

After a few minutes, Jon got bored and took out his pipe, starting to smoke to the annoyance of the elves who had to smell the aroma of pipe-weed; the young Targaryen continued to enjoy his pipe until he felt a group of known presences approach.

Glancing at the entrance to the fortress, Lord Elrond stood in front with his wife on his right and following them were Jon's beloveds, Lalwen and Galadriel, whose smiles shone like the sun; the quartet of Elves looked at Jon in surprise though Galadriel knew of his coming as she could sense him.

Írimë wore an exquisite emerald green dress with diamonds sewn into the bodice, and her hair was tied into an elegant braid that fell to her chest.

Galadriel, for her part, wore one of her white dresses and a tiara of silver.

However, that was despoiled when they saw Jon smoke quietly without caring for the world still in their presence, while Elrond and Celebrian looked at the young man reproachfully for acquiring that nasty Numenorean habit, Írimë and Galadriel were furious and disappointed in Jon for keeping the pipe that his brothers in arms had given him.

At that moment, Írimë regretted not having thrown it into the Anduin when she could. Though Jon seemed to care little and merely emptied the end of ashes and addressed the gathered elves.

"Greetings Lord Elrond, Lady Celebrian, Lalwen, Galadriel," Jon said, bowing and then looking at his loved ones and seeing the expression of anger on their fair faces while Jon groaned in irritation as he presumed their ire.

"Greetings Baelon Targaryen; your visit is unexpected," Elrond said smiling, feeling that Jon will be reprimanded for his new habit.

"Yes, King Elendil has asked me to journey to Dorwinion, but King Durin requested me to bring a parcel to Lalwen and Lady Galadriel, so ere satisfying my King's order, I have come here bearing his gifts," Jon said without giving importance to the matter, but the elves seemed wholly jolted.

"Yes, Should Elendil discover this, he will have you flogged," Galadriel said softly, staring her love in the eyes.

"Yes, only if he finds out I do not plan to tell him anything, my Lady", Jon said in a dry tone and a wolfish smile with a shrug.

... How shameless ... The noble elves thought.

"I see you have acquired a new habit, Nin Mel", Írimë said in a dangerous tone, and Jon only looked at her cautiously when the beautiful elf started to approach him.

"Yes, well, I was merely curious", Jon began to say, but his beloved silenced him.

"I will have none of your pleadings give me the pipe", Írimë ordered, and a reluctant Jon placed it in her hands; she then snapped it and threw it into the Bruinen below.

Jon just rolled his eyes up and tried to get closer to kiss his beloved, but she turned away from him.

"We better wait for that horrible aroma to leave your breath Nin Mel," Lalwen said with a haughty smile, much to Jon's annoyance.

Jon just sighed wearily; all the women he fell in love with were domineering and proud; his beloved Lalwen, along with Shiera and Rhaenys, were the wickedest.

"How you wound me, Nin Mel," Jon said with a false sadness while she merely smiled and laid a chaste kiss upon his cheek and then held out her arm so that he may escort her to Elrond's study.

As they walked towards the study, Elrond and Celebrian chuckled, utterly amused by the haughtiness of Irime while Galadriel began to search Jon's mind discovering something curious.

"How many of those pipes do you bring with you, my love?" Galadriel asked, her tone held some amusement.

" Six, and that wasn't the one gifted to me by Loras. I had thought you both would act rashly", Jon replied with satisfaction.

"What hinders me from telling my beloved aunt that you bring more objects of that horrible habit with you, or maybe I should break them myself, my love?" Galadriel asked haughtily.

"Nothing, but if you do it, you will make me very sad although, if you keep silent about what you discovered, you will be rewarded, my Lady," Jon said in a tender tone as if he was seducing the Lady of Light to take her to bed.

At that moment, Jon could perceive how Galadriel's dignity had faltered for a moment, and he was certain she was blushing.

"How do you plan to make up for my silence, Baelon Targaryen? " Galadriel asked in her mind, but Jon could hear faint traces of emotion in her voice, although that she called him by his real name suggested that the noble elf was resolved.

"I shall be your reward, my lady", Jon said without the slightest compunction, smiling with satisfaction.

For a few moments, Jon's mind was silent, and he believed that Galadriel had severed the connection between them, and he was worried he may have offended her.

A concerned Jon took a swift glance at Galadriel, and to his surprise, he could see the Lady of Edhellond deeply flushed.

"Explain, Baelon," Galadriel asked again, surprising Jon.

"Well, my Lady, in exchange for not telling Lalwen about the other pipes, I pledge to spend a whole day with you, from dawn until the moon rises in the sky and the stars illuminate the Valley We will go for a walk, study in the library or even practice with weapons whatever you desire, just order and I will obey you that is my proposal," Jon said, sure of his Lady's answer.

There was no response from Lady Galadriel for a few moments, but Jon was sure that she would not miss the opportunity to bond with him after spending so much time apart.

"There is no doubt that I have wolf blood," Jon thought in amusement.

"Your offer is tempting, beloved. Will, we truly be together all day, and you shall do anything I desire?" Her voice fraught with emotion

"You have my word, my Lady," Jon said with a smile, knowing that Lady Galadriel longed to spend as much time with him as possible.

"In that case, I think we have an accord; I think we shall spend tomorrow together," Galadriel thought with barely contained emotion and happiness.

Hearing it, Jon felt terrible for ruining her idyllic happiness.

"I am afraid, my Lady, that this offer is for my next visit because Lalwen had already requested that I spend the day with her", Jon muttered in fear.

At that moment, Jon felt a sharp ache in his head, as if his mind was mastered by magics far older than himself. He turned to gaze at Galadriel and saw her eyes were akin to flames wrothful and cruel.

"I'm sorry," Jon said, but Galadriel merely assaulted his mind, and he knew she was furious.

"I give you my word we shall spend a day together, my beloved it was not my intention to deceive you," Jon said, hoping that Galadriel would not tell him it will cause more pain.

"I do hope you keep your word, My dear Baelon", Said the Lady of Light in a melodious voice that was also dangerously soft, and yet Jon could perceive the unspoken threat in her words.

That made the hairs on the back of the young Targaryen's neck stand on end.

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After chewing on several mint leaves at the urging of Lawlen, Elrond led them along several passages and down many steps and out into a high garden above the steep bank of the river the light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming riverbed. Birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land; before them was a marble plinth surrounded by fourteen chairs of white stone; it was indeed a lovely place.

But even then, Jon was still holding the arm of his beloved Lalwen, marvelling at her sweet scent and her hair shining like glittering gold Seeing her so happy and content, it was as if her beauty was magnified a thousandfold. His wild blood told him to claim her, and he was sorely tempted he had long expected to take Finwë's daughter as his lover and companion though he vowed not to do so until she desired it and Jon knew that time was near at hand though Jon indeed felt the jealously of Galadriel as well for she yearned to do away with the secret of their love and enjoy each others company.

"Now, Jon Snow, tell us what boon you come to perform on behalf of King Durin?" Elrond questioned

Hearing Lord Elrond's request, Jon only took out of his clothes two small wooden boxes; the outline could be seen of an anvil, and a hammer surmounted by a crown with seven stars could be seen on the lid. Jon noticed that Lalwen looked at them expectantly.

"I no inkling Lord Elrond. I didn't think to peer into the boxes; I only know that they are for Lalwen and Lady Galadriel."

"Oh, I do hope this is what I think it is!" Írimë asked, overjoyed that her request had been finished so quickly.

Jon noticed Lalwen's happiness and raised an eyebrow; before departing Khazad-Dûm, King Durin had given him those boxes revealing that they were the order of the Elven Ladies; Jon had been very curious about it and asked the old King that was what they had in the boxes to which the King only replied: "a few trinkets nothing more."

Jon just snorted when he heard that, to begin with, Khazad-Dûm does not make "trinkets", and if any man or dwarf had ever spoken such, he would be dismissed from Khazad-Dûm forever, the Dwarves ever critical of their work and those that weren't deemed perfect is what they traded.

But what made Jon suspect that there was something strange about this task and feared that King Durin was playing a cruel joke, despite his curiosity, he dared not open them; if they were indeed a commission from Lalwen and Galadriel, Jon did not have the right to trespass their privacy.

He decided to wait until he got to Imladris to see what the contents of the boxes were. At that moment, he put them on the table, and Lalwen quickly took them and presented the other to her niece; both elves looked inside the boxes and smiled warmly, which only fueled Jon's curiosity.

"We thank you very much, Jon, for coming here to fulfil this request from King Durin to deliver these to us despite far more pressing matters; thank you," Galadriel said with a slight bow.

At that moment, Jon's curiosity was disappointed; clearly, the Ladies did not plan to show what was inside the boxes, but whatever it is, they both look content, and for him, that was enough, just to see both Princesses of the Noldor smile the way they did when they saw the contents of the boxes that alone was worth all the gold beneath the earth.

"Well, now comes my second question how long shall you stay here?" Lord Elrond asked with a smile.

That was a good question; as much as Jon desired to savour his time with Lalwen and Galadriel, he couldn't stay long this time; by rights, he shouldn't be here, but his love for them drove his desire.

"Two days if I delay longer, I fear we may be too late as it seems the evil of Mordor is stirring again," Jon said sternly, and instantly, the room darkened, and Lord Elrond's gaze hardened.

"Yes, Isildur and Anárion have sent scouts into the lands north, and all say that smoke rises from the Mountain it has been fifty years since Sauron had been abroad, but this time, Arnor and Gondor will stand ready they do not wish to be caught unaware as with Isengard," Said Lord Elrond, gazing in the direction of Galadriel, who adopted a taciturn and gloomy countenance with her daughter embraced her.

Seeing his loved ones with that melancholic expression, Jon clenched his fists, remembering Sauron and the suffering he had caused, and Jon accidentally let out a growl that startled Lalwen and Celebrian.

"I'm sorry... I .. let go," Jon said, feeling bad that he had not controlled his anger; he did not want any of his loves to see him as a beast.

"Oh, Nin Mel", Írimë said, resuming her place at Jon side and began caressing his face with all the care and love she possessed when he felt the warmth and softness of the skin of his beloved elf Jon spirit was finally calmed.

"Thank you, Lalwen," Jon said, kissing Lalwen gently on her lips to her delight but instantly, the joy on her face disappeared to give way to sadness.

"Oh, my Nin Mel what they told me is true you fight as a beast now oh damnation and spite is it our fault," Írimë said, shedding tears of sorrow at the thought that Jon must suffer again a new torment and she did not know how to help him.

Írimë only threw herself at Jon's chest, shedding silent tears as he stroked her head; the beautiful elf had learned long ago that Jon had acquired beastly savagery after his return from the Rooms of Command after all she had witnessed this savagery when he arose from his pyre.

The fair elf learned that King Durin had thrown his large Warhammer at Jon, and Jon had shattered the haft with little strength.

In addition, Jon seemed to heal very quickly from all his injuries, which filled her with great joy as she believed that Iluvatar was protecting her love from any harm; however, she soon discovered that she was wrong; these gifts came with a terrible cost.

The savagery that Jon manifested after resurrecting did not pass but instead festered inside him, appearing in the heat of battle where he displayed strength, swiftness and vigour uncommon even among the most aged of the Noldor.

That terrified her, that was not Jon, what was wrong with him?, that was not how Glorfindel instructed him to fight his grace supplanted by bestial cunning nobility replaced by savagery.

And so Írimë was worried that the savagery and brutality that now afflicts Jon was a punishment, the punishment of the Valar for having tried to go against the natural order and retrieve Jon from the "Rooms of Command", and this was the result.

Because of her pride, she and her loved ones had already suffered the ravages of the Valar during the First Age Írimë could not bear to know that her beloved dragon now suffered from her moment of grief.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

It seems that the time a part of Jon was inside his wolf and the experience of death and resurrection had made him that much more powerful but at a terrible price.

Despite her concern, she was proud of all he had accomplished and his renown in the Kingdom of Khazad-Dûm.

But she had no wish for Jon to suffer for her folly nor the folly of Shiera and Ashara, who had aided her.

The beautiful elf princess kissed the forehead of her beloved and leaned against his chest to Jon's surprise that he did not expect such a show of affection from Lalwen in front of Lord Elrond.

"Lalwen…" Jon said, surprised.

"Ssshh ... Nin Mel, let me try to heal your heart with my love," Írimë said sweetly.

Jon didn't say anything and touched his forehead to hers, marvelling at her sweet aroma.

"It seems you have found a way to control your rages," Elrond said with a smile.

"Yes though I may behave more like an animal, I haven't misremembered the meaning of loving, and it quiets the beast in my heart," Jon said with a sad smile kissing the head of his beloved Lalwen, bringing a smile to the beautiful elf.

"You are not a beast, Jon. I have told you this many times." Lord Elrond said, exasperated with Jon for continuing to consider himself a beast in man's skin.

"Still, don't be fooled. I am more beast than man, and no one shall be safe until I have wholly mastered my bestial side," Jon growled. Did Elrond not know the danger of these rages?

"Jon ..." Írimë said sadly, knowing that a man as honourable and noble as Jon had such a low opinion of himself.

"I'm sorry Lalwen ... But it's true, I'm not saying this just because I'm afraid of myself, I wish for your wellbeing," Jon said, giving a quick glance at Galadriel, who only shed a silent tear knowing the anguish he had been through since their last meeting.

The Lady of Light feared for her beloved, worried that at some point he would succumb to some madness with the thought of keeping them safe, and Galadriel knew they couldn't stomach losing him a second time.

"You are a strange man Baelon Targaryen," The Celebrian Lady said, speaking for the first time.

"Darling? ..." Elrond said, surprised that his wife deigned to speak she was unnaturally quiet unless it was something of great importance.

Jon just raised an eyebrow and looked at his loved daughter curiously.

"What does my Lady mean?" The young Targaryen asked curiously.

"I still remember the day when the Lords of Middle-earth, showing us the magics of your northern blood then you and your companions received the gift of long life being as long-lived as Elros himself, and now, as I have learned, you have a strength, speed and vigour that only the mightiest among the Noldor possess and you despise these gifts? Erú granted you that power for a purpose ", said Celebrian, intrigued by the contempt that Jon feels for his new gifts.

However, Jon, Galadriel and Elrond realized that in all the time they had known each other, this was the first time Celebrian asked Jon a question directly.

"Mayhaps I have behaved rashly as there are times when I do enjoy my blessings," Jon said with satisfaction as he remembered how they have aided him in his lessons.

"Such as", Lord Elrond asked with a hand on his chin.

"When the Dwarves challenged me to a drinking contest after a hard day of work in the forges," Jon said, barely holding back his laugh.

"What happened that time, Nin Mel?" Írimë asked curiously as he remained using Jon's chest as a pillow; her beloved heartbeat was soothing for the Noldorian Princess, who had to use all her willpower not to fall asleep.

"There were four Dwarves, and we drank eight casks of their finest beer, and I was the only one who remained upright," Jon said with satisfaction as the elves looked at him, confused.

"And what does that have to do with your gifts?" Elrond asked with a hand on his chin.

"That when we finished the eight casks of beer I realized that I was soberer than when I started to drink did I say I enjoyed these gifts I'm mistaken they are a nuisance", Jon mumbled with annoyance when he remembered that already He could not enjoy alcohol as before and as when recovering from his drunkenness the Dwarves accused him of cheating in the contest.

"And what did King Durin say about it?" The Celebrian Lady asked curiously.

"He was the last dwarf to fall," Jon said with a laugh as Írimë and Celebrian tried and failed to contain their laughter; Elrond only shook his head in amusement while Galadriel was happy to see her love laughing.

After the laugh ended, Jon recounted how his gifts were helpful in the forges, especially his strength.

"The younger Dwarves weren't too happy when my workmanship equalled theirs; they used to tease me," Jon said wistfully.

"Did you enjoy it?" Lalwen asked suddenly.

"We solved our differences in the proving grounds though they hadn't earned the thrashing I delt them although their parents thought that it would teach humility," Jon said without giving importance to the matter while all the elves sighed.

"You don't seem to care if you hurt someone," Celebrian asked seriously, earning a look from his mother without noticing it, and Jon sighed as he gave the daughter of his love a fierce look of reproach.

"That's why my Lady that these gifts are not to my liking; I journeyed deep into the heart of the goblin warrens with Durin at my side, and we slaughtered them like hogs none were spared, and though many dwarves fell, I felt no pity nor remorse nothing save the thrill of battle was ever in my heart, and I fear I would slay a man or elf as quickly I would an Orc. I am more akin to beast than man, and I have been glutted on the blood of many foes, and I desire yet more to test myself, "Jon barked; it was apparent to all how much he had changed.

And that greatly dismayed them that such a noble young man could kill any being without remorse hearing his beloved Írimë cry and Jon wiped away her tears though all saw his eyes were stained as well everyone knew that Jon hated his new nature and that he desired to wholly be a man once more.

"If I could relinquish these powers and speak no more of them and be as a whole man once more, I would gladly do so, but alas fate is cruel, and so now I must walk a line between man and beast nobility and savagery I am the white wolf though I wish it wasn't so," Jon said solemnly as Galadriel's daughter felt remorse for having started that conversation.

"I apologize if I offended you, Jon Snow," Celebrian said, bowing.

"You did not, my Lady; however, I do not want to speak of this bitter issue anymore," Jon said, lowering his gaze to the ground.

Nobody argued with Jon about it.

"Well, in that case, I suppose you will be hungry," Lord Elrond said with a slight smile.

Jon's eyes lit up at the thought of food; the journey, while swift was tiring, finally he would have good wine, smoked meats and strawberry tarts.

"I'm actually starving, Lord Elrond. Are there strawberry tarts?" Jon asked with an anxious expression as the four elves merely laughed.

"Of course, we have a strawberry farm since Lady Írimë told us that those cakes were your favourites", Elrond said, looking with amusement at the scarlet face of his relative.

"Elrond!" Irimë shouted, ashamed, putting her face on Jon's chest to the amusement of Jon, who merely hugged her and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips.

"My sweet Lalwen, I thank you for remembering my favourite food," Jon said, enjoying the aroma, softness and warmth of his beloved elf.

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After a delicious dinner, Jon was escorted to his chambers, and after taking a hot bath, he prepared to finally rest until he was greeted with a familiar aroma.

Returning to his bed, he found Lalwen with an anxious expression on her face and noticed that her braid had come loose, leaving her beautiful hair-free while she carried the box that King Durin sent her.

"Lalwen?" Jon asked, surprised to see her because he thought she would want to rest.

At first, Írimë did not answer, merely gazing at Jon robust body, her face turning ever more scarlet.

"Well, met Nin Mel. I was expecting you," Lalwen said in a mellow tone with an anxious look.

"Hello, my dear Lalwen," Jon said, willing to play along, but deep down, he was eager to take Lalwen to his bed.

"I must admit that your time among the dwarves has done a great many things for your body," Said the beautiful elf with a predatory expression.

Jon struggled to play along with his beloved, but he wished to savour this despite her considerable age; his beloved was a maiden, and to sully her with his bestial side filled him with a feeling of anguish, so Jon mastered himself for what was to come.

"I have brought you a gift," Lalwen said happily, approaching him.

That brought Jon out of his internal struggle.

"A gift?" He asked, intrigued, and a smiling Írimë finally opened her box to show Jon its contents.

Inside lay twin medallions forged of Mithril that shone a brilliant pearl colour in the moonlight had a chain that was also made of that beautiful metal, and to Jon's surprise, his beloved elf opened them, revealing that in one there was a small portrait of himself and on the other was a portrait of herself.

His beloved elf took the latter and gently placed it on Jon's neck and then gave him a tender kiss on the lips.

"That is my gift; I asked King Durin for a small portrait of you protected with Mithril and an imperishable crystal so that the image does not decay so that I can see your face in your long absences in Khazad-Dûm, and I decided to request one for you as well," Írimë said looking at him with her eyes alight with love.

"Thank you, Nin Mel, you have given me the best gift you could have given me to see you whenever I desire so as not to suffer your absence; I can't think of anything better," Said Jon, happy to have a portrait of Lalwen with him at all times and they both kissed.

"Well actually, Nin Mel, I have another gift for you, and at the risk of looking like a vain and arrogant woman, it's even pleasanter than the first one," Írimë said, caressing Jon's face.

"Lalwen ... are you? ..." Jon asked excitedly, and his Princess nodded.

"Yes, Jon, I have made you wait for fifty years, you have been very patient with me knowing the customs of my people, but I do not want to wait any longer," She said, starting to kiss him fiercely and then begin to kiss his chest forcefully, leaving marks of love on it.

That's when they took the last step, with Jon starting to kiss his beloved elf's neck and she starting to moan into Jon's chest.

It was at that very moment when Jon, intoxicated by the scent of his beloved elf, lost to his wolfish instincts and tore Lalwen's dress to his surprise and excitement.

The beautiful Princess of the Noldor felt her modesty begin to seize her mind for a few moments but seeing Jon's eyes gazing at her with an overwhelming desire to possess her, Írimë felt great dampness on her little clothes along with the longing to surrender to her to Jon, and so she removed her chest bindings allow her breast to bounce free.

When he saw those huge and full breasts, Jon began to kiss her neck and slowly went down to Lalwen's bust, now uncovered, and began to caress and kiss it, causing his beloved to moan in satisfaction.

"Ready, Lalwen? This is merely the beginning", The young Targaryen promised with a predatory smile, and then Írimë understood.

She was his prey, and she had been captured.

"Yes, Show me my dragon more, give me more," Írimë said, choking on his own desire.

"As my Lady commands ..." Jon said smugly.

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Upon consummating the act, both Jon and Lalwen remained embraced with the noble elf leaning on the chest of her dragon; she was finally a woman Jon's wife now before the law of the Eldar.

"That was ..." Írimë said happily.

"I know, Lalwen, was it worth the wait?" Jon asked, kissing her on the head.

"Completely my dragon, finally after some six-thousand years I am a real woman," Írimë said, looking at Jon with love and kissing him tenderly as fatigue had overcome her.

"It's a long wait," Jon said, chuckling, and Írimë merely smiled.

"Rest Lalwen," Jon said, stroking her hair lovingly, and she nodded, laying on Jon's chest and listening to the beat of his heart.

The beautiful elf was sighing, exhausted but wholly in love, she never imagined such pleasure, hoped they would have many children, and the passion of their love would not fade as with so many of her kindred.

"Though it will be amusing to see Rhaenys expression when she discovered what had occurred," Írimë thought with amusement before her timidness and modesty had kept her from Jons bed but no more.

Instinctively Írimë's hand went to her belly, she had not become pregnant yet, but she was anxiously awaiting the birth of her first children.

Artanis had told her about the vision she had when Jon returned from the dead, all of Jon's lovers with more than one child, even with her and her niece Artanis.

"It seems that my beloved dragon will be fruitful," Írimë thought with annoyance; however, she had already accepted the bond between Jon and Artanis when her niece confessed that her marriage to Celeborn had been annulled.

That was something terrible for Artanis, who was weeping when she confessed it, and Írimë hugged her to give her comfort that was at the beginning of her time in Imladris, and some ten years later, she and Artanis finally spoke of the love they felt for Jon. Although there were tears and screams on the part of both, they came to the judgment that it was their destiny to love him and to be both loved by him despite the laws of their people, not to mention that according to what they had learned of Jon's ancestors he could take more than one wife.

But they both knew that their people would not accept this easily.

However, Artanis had confessed that all those maidens who followed Jon to Middle-Earth would bear his child, which had shocked Irime greatly.

Even so, she and Artanis decided to keep an eye on them; they may both accept the shared love of their dragon, but both will be the dearest to him and would show support rather than hinder each other.

With those thoughts in mind, Írimë finally fell asleep.

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In her bed, a satisfied Galadriel closed her connection with Jon as she struggled to catch her breath.

Jon and his beloved aunt had finally consummated their relationship by becoming one before the laws of the Eldar, and she witnessed it all to their delight.

Although she and Jon had accepted their love, they had not yet consummated it. So Galadriel still resorts to the pleasure of spying on her beloved she had done this for since they had first met, and she had no desire to stop.

But this time, it was different; she witnessed her aunt become a true woman, and she had enjoyed it.

Ever since she had seen her beloved aunt climax so many years ago after witnessing an orgy between Jon and the rest of his concubines, Galadriel had developed an unholy desire for her aunt and often dreamed of sharing Jon with her in a night of passion.

And now after this, after seeing the beautiful naked bodies of Jon and her aunt as they gave in to passion ... Galadriel affirmed two things, the first is that she longed to take her aunt Írimë as a lover and she would not be at peace with herself until he shared a bed with her and Jon.

But first, she must consummate her relationship with her dragon.

"Did he say he would go to Dorwinion? ... Mmmm ... mayhaps I shall go with him besides, I still have to give him my gift?" Galadriel thought, smiling, covering her nakedness with a white robe and gazing at the moon in silence while a plan was beginning to hatch in her head.

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Thanks to Great_Red