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After speaking with King Gil-galad Jon and his companions returned to the room that he had been given in Harlond and everyone was surprised to see it ... Jon's room was much grander than theirs.

"By the Valar Jon ... The best is always given to you" Loras said enviously.

"What can I tell you Loras ... I'm irresistible," Jon said mocking Loras.

An uncomfortable silence filled Jon's room because being alone, they did not know what to discuss. Or how to approach the fact that he is Rhaegar's son.

"Very well," Jon said suddenly to everyone's confusion.

"Jon?" Arianne asked, confused.

"My time at Tol Morwen ... It helped me understand the story of my origin ... but that won't ease the burden of my heart, I just want to move on," Jon said without a care.

"Just like that?" Rhaenys asked in surprise.

"It will take time, but it's better to make an effort than to let bitterness and pain consume us ... Don't you think so. my dear sister?" Jon said with a slight smile while Rhaenys was surprised that he called her that.

"Jon ..." Rhaenys started to say.

"My name is not Jon," He said to everyone's shock.

"But if that's your name," Sansa said surprised.

"You are Jon, you are our brother no matter what the others say," Arya said with wet eyes.

"Thank you, but Lord Ulmo told me that 'Jon Snow' is not my real name," Jon said with annoyance.

"And what is your true name?" Shiera asked arching an eyebrow.

"I have no idea, he wouldn't tell me even when I asked," Jon said.

"So can we keep calling you Jon?" Robar asked.

"Yes, I do not care to know my birth name ... Being" Jon Snow "is who I am, who I have been all my life ... It would be strange to have another name" answered Jon with a chuckle.

"Seeing as how you're a Targaryen, should we call you 'Prince Jon'?" Loras asked with amusement.

"I would rather you not Loras, I have no interest in being a Prince," Jon said seriously.

"But that is who you are," Rhaella said seriously, despite being happy that Jon wasn't consumed by the pain and bitterness, she was getting annoyed at Jon's lack of seriousness for discovering that he was a Targaryen.

"I am not a Prince. As far as we know, my parents did no wed before the seven or the old, my father was still married to Princess Elia, let me be a Stark bastard rather than a Targaryen. I know I seem to be a cynic, but I see no difference between my current situation and now ... Only that my last name should be "Sand", and I honestly prefer "Snow."

Rhaella had to admit that her grandson was right and decided to leave their conversation for later.

"What will happen now?" The dowager queen asked before Jon sat next to her.

"What will you do now, Jon? ... I have doubt you shall be idle after discovering the truth of your birth" Rhaella said with an expectant expression.

"It is a startling revelation ... But that does not change anything ... Not here, we are not in Westeros or Essos, it does not matter if I am a Stark, Snow or Targaryen ... I am me ... And that will not change. .. I really don't know what you expect me to tell you that I am overjoyed to be a dragon, all my life I was a Snow wanting to be a Stark ... And I could never be ... And when I finally accepted that I will never be a Stark ... It turns out that I am not even a Snow, but that I am a Targaryen. But I will not let that discovery make me different, Jon said wearily, and Rhaella understood that she had gone too far pressuring Jon to talk about it.

"It is not the yet time... I will not repeat my mistake... I will be patient," Rhaella thought with some sadness.

"I'm Sorry, Jon ... I .. "

"I understand, better than most... But this is still a sensitive issue. Please, if you don't mind, I wish to speak Rhaenys and Dany alone" Said Jon eyeing his lovers with trepidation.

"But Jon ..." Sansa began to say naively until she was stopped by Ashara.

"I know you and Arya want to speak to Jon. But they need this time alone" Said the Lady of Starfall giving Jon a look full of love and a sweet smile.

"Thank you, my Lady" Jon said, and they all departed, leaving Jon alone with Dany and Rhaenys.

"Arianne. Could you stay?" A nervous Jon asked.

"My wolf or my dragon, you don't have to ask me that, you are my love. I will stay with you until the end of days, and beyond."

Jon smiled and kissed her with all the love he could muster they continued to devour each other until they were forced to part from lack of air.

"I think you should speak rather than tease them," She said, making Jon direct his gaze to his half-sister and aunt who were staring at Arianne with jealousy.

"What do you want to talk about Jon?" Dany asked nervously.

"About us ... Dany you are my aunt and you Rhaenys are my half-sister, after what we did. I understand if you hate me and feel nothing but disgust towards me" Jon said seriously. While both Targaryens looked at him confused and did something, Jon never imagined.

They started laughing as if he had said a humorous joke.

Jon was her family, Rhaenys 'half-brother and Daenerys' nephew, they became lovers, all this time they were fulfilling an ancient Valyrian tradition as true Targaryens.

The situation was so funny that it seemed like a joke.

"Jon.. we are not angry, and we could never hate you or feel disgusted by you or our time together.. but I truly don't care about our shared blood," Rhaenys said wiping her tears and looking at Jon lovingly.

And suddenly she kissed him ... hard.

"Rhaenys you greedy bitch!" Said a jealous Dany who separated Rhaenys from Jon and kissed him hard in front of a smiling Arianne who struggled to control her jealousy.

"We are family, does that not revolt you?" Jon asked astonished.

"We're Targaryen Jon, ... I don't feel as if i'm truly your sister, do you?" Rhaenys asked arching an eyebrow.

"I don't even see you as a nephew, besides we are close in age," Daenerys said, smiling.

"No, Rhaenys, you are my sister ... But I do not see you in the same fashion as Sansa and Arya, as for you Dany ... The truth is that you are too young to consider you my aunt" Jon said happy to know that a His loved ones did not care about their kinship, and they wanted to continue their relationship.

"Then nothing will change between us," Rhaenys said, smiling as she bit her lip and approached Jon with a predatory expression.

"Rhaenys .. " Jon tried to say, but she put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, hush little brother, let your older sister take care of you," Rhaenys said with a seductive expression getting on top of Jon starting to kiss him.

Hearing Rhaenys call him "little brother" " Jon's cock immediately sprang to life.

"You cannot keep our dear nephew all to yourself!" Daenerys said, starting to undress.

"Me neither," Arianne said doing the same.

At that moment a possessive Rhaenys hugged Jon while looking at them annoyed.

"Wait your turn, this moment is just Jon and me," She said, starting to take off her armour and undressing as well.

Jon soon gulped as he felt his cock struggle to get out of his pants as he saw his three lovers naked at the same time for the first time.

"Oh .. fuck," Jon said with an expression of horror and delight when the three naked and sex-hungry Princesses threw themselves at him ... And the wounds that they had caused hours earlier had yet to heal, but Jon did not care.

"Lord Elrond please forgive me... Jon thought before he felt Daenerys assault his mouth and Arianne pressed her large mounds into his chest, while Rhaenys put his cock in her mouth and began to suck upon it greedily.

Jon's mind was lost in a sea of lust and pleasure, even going so far as to ignore the pain of his wounds to please his ladies after not doing so in several weeks.

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After a few hours, Jon was finishing the work he set out to do in Tol Morwen, making an epic poem and then transforming it into a song, after his passionate night with Arianne, Rhaenys and Daenerys, Jon had been wholly exhausted, never in his life would he have believed that he would have to make love to three women at the same time, at least without paying them. His fierce Princesses craved his touch, even the shy and gentle Daenerys hid a lustful, daring and adventurous personality.

After hours of copious fucking, Jon had managed to please his Ladies to the point where all three of them were sleeping peacefully, the pride he felt in that moment could not be compared to anything.

Unfortunately just when Jon thought he could rest ... A burst of inspiration hit him.

Separating himself from his Ladies as best he could without waking them, he began to work on his song ... The situation is rather amusing, a passionate night with three Princesses, two of them from his own family, had given him a flame of wisdom.

"I can say I was inspired by love and it a way I am" Jon thought amusedly.

Jon spent a great deal of time translating the verses and setting the tone for his ballad, on more than one occasion he observed his lovers, but the three of them were sound asleep.

"I wonder if anyone knew of our lovemaking? Jon thought It was a pleasant boon to his pride to know he has thoroughly pleased his aunt, sister and cousin.

"I'd better rest too ... Traveling on that Gryphon was very exhausting ... He's very proud, and I don't think he cares for me ... He's a tricky animal, between this, the beating and finishing my balld.

"I'm exhausted," Jon thought, returning to his bed with his Princesses and closing his eyes for a well-deserved rest.

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The next morning after a relaxing hot bath, Jon decided to cut his hair and his beard, since although it gave him the typical image of a Northmen, the truth is that Harlond was somewhat humid despite being far to the north and Jon could hardly bear it, so he decided to keep his hair relatively short.

When leaving he saw his three Princesses dressed in lovely gowns of blue silk, all of them put on expressions of happiness and shame for having shared the bed the four of them together last night since that was something they had never done.

"Good morning my white wolf" Arianne said in a flirtatious voice.

"Hello my dear viper," Jon said, approaching and giving her a chaste kiss.

"You cut your hair and your beard," Rhaenys said with some disappointment.

"I had to ... I'm sorry, but the heat is unbearable," Jon said with a smile.

"I liked it ... You looked more ... Wild," Dany said blushing as Jon raised an eyebrow and flashed her a wolfish grin.

"Do you like it wild?" Jon asked in a tone of voice that literally made Dany shiver with excitement.

"I ... I ..." But she couldn't say anything because Jon held her tightly and kissed her hard for several minutes assaulting her mouth mercilessly leaving the Targaryen Princess breathless and barely standing.

"I think you were too wild my white wolf," Arianne said with a smile.

"She likes it my dear viper," Jon said with a smile as Dany puffed out her cheeks in an adorable way when she realized that Jon had played a prank on her. The little princess hit him on the shoulder in retaliation.

"Ooh, watch out, I haven't healed," Jon said with a grimace.

"Lord Elrond said you would be well today," Rhaenys said it was well known that the Lord of Imladris was skilled in the arts of healing.

"Yes, if I rested and did not exert myself... And I remember three Princesses who practically forced me to please them for hours last night" said Jon amused when he saw the faces of his lovers redden in embarrassment.

"Well, that didn't seem to bother you last night," Rhaenys growled.

"What could I do? I hadn't been with my beautiful ladies in weeks, you were the one who started it all ... Our love session Big sister" Jon said emphasizing the word sister causing Rhaenys to blush so brightly that her face resembled a tomato.

"Enough ... Let's go have breakfast," Rhaenys said quickly leaving the room while Jon, Arianne and Dany laughed at how Rhaenys had ended the discussion.

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Jon went to the dining room while the Princesses went to take a bath in their rooms as they were still wearing the clothes of the previous day and it would have been a scandal to appear before the king of the Noldor in such shabby dress.

Jon realized that he was the first of his companions to arrive and decided to wait for them.

"Good morning Ser Jon," Said a beautiful and melodious voice that caught him off guard, he turned to greet the woman and was shocked to discover it was the Lady Írimë.

Lady Írimë was behind him smiling at him with a smile as beautiful as dawn. She wore a silver tiara adorned with pearls and an elegant green dress with pearls sewn into the bodice that did nothing to hide her figure.

Jon scrambled from his seat and bowed in respect.

"My lady, I hope you're having a lovely morning," Jon said as respectfully as possible.

"Thank you, kind Sir, and I wish you the same. You must forgive my confusion, but I hardly recognize you, with short hair and beard trimmed" said the Elf Lady looking at Jon with surprise while he blushed.

"Yes, well ... I'm afraid it was too hot to keep my beard and hair long," Jon said somewhat embarrassed, and Fingolfin's sister sent him an understanding smile that almost left Jon captivated by her beauty again, but this time Jon is ready for her.

He had already seen many elves in the Gray Havens and with the exception of his Ladies, all the elves were incomparably beautiful, but according to their guardians some elves were so beautiful that they could put some mortal men almost into a trance, it was not an extraordinary power, rather ... the beauty of elf women is so overwhelming that it can be too much for a mortal man to tolerate, it was not dangerous but very comical, like what happened to Robar, many men had tried to capture the hearts of elven maidens after hearing the ancient tales of Beren and Lúthien and Tuor and Idril.

It was because of those tales and those of Aegnor and Andreth that the elves shy away from having any relationship with men, beyond friendship, and camaraderie since men are taken by the bitterness of mortality "nothing is more painful than facing all the ages of this world alone."

That is why elves have not had affairs with men since the First Age, they know the tragic fate that usually follows such unions.

Therefore, to avoid making a fool of yourself in front of an elf with that kind of beauty, it is necessary to be strong-willed.

"Well ... I have always found it very strange the custom of your people to grow beards ... But if you allow me to say, it suited you quit well" Írimë said with an expression of tenderness that almost left Jon slack-jawed, but he regained his composure.

"Thank you for your compliment my Lady" Jon said with a charming smile.

Írimë was surprised to see the young mortal maintain his composure.

... He must have a strong will ... Finwë's daughter thought in surprise.

It was then they heard several sets of footsteps, and Jon stood up to see his sisters accompanied by the Ladies Ashara and Shiera who, upon seeing him, gave him a look full of love and a smile that made Jon blush.

"Jon!" A happy yelled Arya running towards her cousin while the others were sighing.

"Arya your manners," Said an embarrassed Sansa who went before Lady Írimë and bowed.

"My Lady .. " Winterfell's eldest daughter, said with respect for the noble elf who gave her a warm smile.

"Stand up my girl," Finwë's daughter said to Sansa who, smiling, went with Jon and Arya, while Ashara and Shiera were also bowing courtesy.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lady Írimë," Shiera said, staring at her.

"Please excuse Arya's lack of manners, she has ... a great love for Jon," Ashara said, apologizing for Arya's rudeness.

"Tis quite alright, I once had an older brother I loved and idolized, seeing this bring back memories," Írimë said thinking about Fingolfin sadly.

Seeing her, both Ashara and Shiera softened their gaze at Indis's daughter who despite having lived thousands of years, still mourned the death of her brother.

It was there that Jon, Sansa and Arya approached the Ladies.

"They are already serving breakfast if you wish to join us, my lady," Jon said, directing his gaze to the table where the servants began to layout various dishes.

"Yes, I see, excuse me young Jon, there is something I would like to discuss something with you," Írimë said with great anxiety.

"What is my Lady?" Jon asked, interested.

"If later you could show me the sword of my brother Fingolfin, Ringil it has been centuries since I have seen the blade," Írimë said with teary eyes as she recalled that horrid day.

"Don't worry, it will be my pleasure, Lady Írimë" Jon said, causing Finwë's daughter to smile in joy.

"That would be splendid .. Then let's go shall we," Írimë said, extending her arm requesting that Jon be her escort to the surprise of everyone.

"As you wish," Jon said, leading Írimë to one of the chairs in the vast dining room.

Being close to her, he could smell her intoxicating scent like freshly plucked lilies. Jon swallowed hard.

Írimë, on the other hand, was internally smiling because she had obtained the reaction she expected from Jon, the only thing she was surprised about was the air of hostility radiating off of Shiera and Ashara.

... They both see me as a threat ... The beautiful elf thought in surprise as she began to understand Ashara and Shiera's feelings for Jon.

... But I'm sure those three girls are also in love with him ... Are they his concubines? ... Írimë thought with surprise.

Unlike the Noldor who rarely took lovers until they married, she knew that men used to take lovers on many occasions before and after marriage, especially those in positions of power. Although Írimë found it surprising that such a young man has several lovers.

... Well, in any case, that is none of my business ... The Princess of the Noldor thought that question for the moment. As Jon led her to the table and pulled her chair closer to her.

"Thank you very much," Írimë said with a smile hoping to have an effect on Jon, but again he resisted her charms.

... Very well, his self-control is remarkable, especially for his age, so now I will check his talents ... According to Cirdan, he is a good singer ...

Jon sat next to Sansa, Ashara and Shiera, coming face to face with a smiling Írimë.

"Jon?" Írimë asked, staring at him.

"Yes, my Lady?"

"Excuse me if I seem very daring to you ... But I have heard that you are a prodigious singer, could you sing for those of us at this table?" Said the princess of the Noldor before the surprised Westerosi.

… What is she planning?… Her interest in Jon goes beyond that of the sword… She wants to know everything about him… Ashara, Shiera and Sansa thought at the same time.

"Well, actually my Lady planned to sing later in the presence of the great lords of the Noldor, you see, thanks to the help and teachings of Maglor I made my own poem and it is my wish to recite my work in front of all who wish to hear it. ...said Jon proudly and eager to share his work with his companions, lovers, family as well as in front of the Lords of Middle Earth.

Sansa, Ashara, Shiera and Írimë were intrigued to hear Jon speak with such confidence and in the case of the first three, they wished to listen to him sing after being instructed by Maglor himself.

"Did you really write a poem, Jon?" Sansa asked surprised since she did not know that this was a poet.

"Yes, my dear sister, if possible I will sing it in front of everyone with the permission of King Gil-galad," Jon said, smiling.

"What is your song about?" A curious Arya asked,

"You will have to wait until you hear it Arya, but I assure you it will be worth it ... In fact at the risk of looking arrogant, I am sure that my poem will be remembered for many ages," Jon said before ruffling her hair.

Írimë meanwhile listened to Jon's words with pleasure and nodded with a smile that made Ashara and Shiera very nervous.

"In that case Jon Snow, I will look forward to you showing us your talent as a minstrel ... I really hope your words live up to what you promise," Said the ancient and noble elf beginning to think the young man was arrogant.

It was there when the rest of the Westerosi and the Lords of the Noldor began to arrive, at the moment when Lady Galadriel entered she looked at Jon fixedly, and he realized it but only smiled at the Lady with kindness and something akin to shame because he had not yet forgotten what happened in their last meeting. However, Galadriel only returned a warm smile, and Jon sighed relieved that she did not hold him animosity, they waited several more minutes until King Gil-galad, and the king Oropher entered the room they were chatting animatedly, and everyone stood up as a sign of respect.

"Sit down, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I know you must be hungry... Serve breakfast" The king apologized as he ordered his servants.

Again the Westerosi enjoyed a lavish breakfast and Jon decided to ask King Gil-galad at that time for permission to recite his poem and demonstrate his singing skills.

"Excuse me, King Gil-galad?" Jon asked nervously. The king looked up in surprise and took a drink of milk before answering.

"What's wrong, Jon?" The king asked.

"I don't know if I remember that when I said that I was briefly instructed by Maglor as a poet and singer, Jon said.

"I remember" Gil-Galad replied.

"I want to ask your permission to recite my poem in front of you and your entire court, in addition to allowing me to entertain you with my ability to sing, Jon asked hopefully.

King Gil-galad and the other Lords of the Noldor listened in surprise to Jon's request, but Cirdan was smiling because he could finally hear Jon's songs after being instructed by Maglor.

"Accept my king," Said the Lord of Havens to everyone's surprise.

"I see that you have faith in the abilities of this young man," Gil-galad said with some amusement.

"Indeed, as I already told you when Jon returned, he is the best singer in Mithlond despite being a mortal, I am sure that none of those present will regret hearing him sing," Cirdan said with full confidence in Jon's abilities.

"I see ... Well, in that case, I'll allow it, go ahead Jon Snow ... You can sing for the court as well as for your companions if they wish to listen to you," Gil-galad said intrigued by Jon.

"Of course!" The Westerosi shouted at the same time, excited to hear Jon sing.

"It seems that young man has many talents," said Celebrian amused by the scene.

"So it seems my daughter," Lord Celeborn said with a smile amused by the scene in front of him.

Galadriel and Elrond only raised an eyebrow as they smiled curiously.

King Oropher and Thranduil continued to eat. Apparently, they weren't very interested in Jon's singing, but there was an elf at the table who was intrigued by this.

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... I didn't think Cirdan would come out to defend him ... Is he such a good minstrel? ... I thought he was just a presumptuous mortal, but mayhaps I have judged him too quickly.

Írimë thought with intrigued by the development of the situation.

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After breakfast, the entire Court of King Gil-galad appeared in the throne room, the most prominent Lords of Lindon, and the king's family, the royal family of the Great Green Forest and the Westerosi. They were staring at Jon with jewelled harp in hand.

"Very well Jon Snow, we are here, and I must say that Lord Cirdan has spoken wonders about your ability, I hope you are up to the task," The king said with an expression between severity and curiosity.

"My first song is the Song of Beren and Lúthien that was hidden in the Ballad of Lethian" ... Jon said.

"I see you have a keen mind, you also discovered the song," Lord Elrond said impressed.

"In that case, we will see if this young man lives up to his words," Írimë said with a smile.

Jon nodded, and he began to sing the Song of Beren and Lúthien.

Westeros travellers knew he would start with that song, but they never expected it to be so different from the previous one, the first time Jon sang so well that it led most of those who heard him cry but now... Jon's voice it had become as clear as the streams of the Riverlands, as deep as the thicket of a forest and as easy to follow as the clouds in the sky.

Jon's voice was privileged before Maglor instructed him but now… There was no woman (human or elf) in King Gil-galad's great hall who did not shed a tear. Even King Gil-galad himself and the royal family of the Great Greenwood had to wipe their eyes that had become wet with tears.

When Jon finished singing, he was delighted to note that everyone in the great hall was moved to tears by the song of Beren and Lúthien.

"From what I see Cirdan had an excellent reason to call you the best singer in Mithlond" King Gil-galad said, regaining his composure.

"That was very beautiful," Lady Galadriel said, wiping her tears.

"Honestly, I didn't think Jon's already prodigious voice could improve that much even with Maglor's teachings," Glorfindel said with tears in his eyes.

"That was beautiful brother," Sansa said, smiling with wet eyes.

"Thank you all very much, now if you do not mind, I will continue to recite the poem I wrote," said Jon taking out his poem proudly.

"Ahead"

And clarifying his voice Jon recited his poem about Eärendil surprising everyone for having chosen to base his verse on the greatest mariner to grace Middle-Earth and Aman, verse by verse Jon demonstrated creativity and a gift for words.

Until he finally finished and I waited a bit nervous for his audience's reaction which at first remained impassive but then began to applaud one by one.

"It seems they enjoyed my verse" thought a relieved Jon.

"Jon that was the most beautiful poem I ever heard," Ashara said excited and proud of Jon, if they were not surrounded by the king's court, she would kiss him.

"I agree ... It's the most beautiful and epic poem I've ever heard, you'll have to lend me the paper where you wrote it down," Lady Shiera said, winking at Jon causing him to blush.

"I personally thank you for those beautiful words" Lord Elrond suddenly said, who is composing himself after hearing such a beautiful poem about his father and his works.

"It seems Lord Elrond was overjoyed by my verse that is a greater gift than I could have hoped"Jon thought remembering that Elrond is the son of Eärendil and who would possibly be his greatest naysayer, but it seems that all my worries were ill founded.

"Thank you very much for your compliments, now I only need one thing to finish ... I used my poem as the basis for a song, a song that ended yesterday" Said Jon blushing remembering what was his inspiration to finish his work, clarifying his voice, Jon again began to play his harp.

Eärendil was a mariner

that tarried in Arvernien;

he built a boat of timber felled

in Nimbrethil to journey in;

her sails he wove of silver fair,

of silver were her lanterns made,

her prow was fashioned like a swan,

and light upon her banners laid.

In panoply of ancient kings,

in chainéd rings he armoured him;

his shining shield was scored with runes

to ward all wounds and harm from him;

his bow was made of dragon-horn,

his arrows shorn of ebony;

of silver was his habergeon,

his scabbard of chalcedony;

his sword of steel was valiant,

of adamant his helmet tall,

an eagle-plume upon his crest,

upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the Moon and under star

he wandered far from northern strands,

bewildered on enchanted ways

beyond the days of mortal lands.

From gnashing of the Narrow Ice

where shadow lies on frozen hills,

from nether heats and burning waste

he turned in haste, and roving still

on starless waters far astray

at last he came to Night of Naught,

and passed, and never sight he saw

of shining shore nor light he sought.

The winds of wrath came driving him,

and blindly in the foam he fled

from west to east and errandless,

unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,

and flame was in the darkness lit;

more bright than light of diamond

the fire upon her carcanet.

The Silmaril she bound on him

and crowned him with the living light

and dauntless then with burning brow

he turned his prow; and in the night

from Otherworld beyond the Sea

there strong and free a storm arose,

a wind of power in Tarmenel;

by paths that seldom mortal goes

his boat it bore with biting breath

as might of death across the grey

and long forsaken seas distressed;

from east to west he passed away.

Through Evernight he back was borne

on black and roaring waves that ran

o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores

that drowned before the Days began,

until he heard on strands of pearl

where ends the world the music long,

where ever-foaming billows roll

the yellow gold and jewels wan.

He saw the Mountain silent rise

where twilight lies upon the knees

of Valinor, and Eldamar

beheld afar beyond the seas.

A wanderer escaped from night

to haven white he came at last,

to Elvenhome the green and fair

where keen the air, where pale as glass

beneath the Hill of Ilmarin

a-glimmer in a valley sheer

the lamplit towers of Tirion

are mirrored on the Shadowmere.

He tarried there from errantry,

and melodies they taught to him,

and sages old him marvels told,

and harps of gold they brought to him.

They clothed him then in elven-white,

and seven lights before him sent,

as through the Calacirian

to hidden land forlorn he went.

He came unto the timeless halls

where shining fall the countless years,

and endless reigns the Elder King

in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;

and words unheard were spoken then

of folk of Men and Elven-kin,

beyond the world were visions showed

forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him

of mithril and of elven-glass

with shining prow; no shaven oar

nor sail she bore on silver mast:

the Silmaril as lantern light

and banner bright with living flame

to gleam thereon by Elbereth

herself was set, who thither came

and wings immortal made for him,

and laid on him undying doom,

to sail the shoreless skies and come

behind the Sun and light of Moon.

From Evereven's lofty hills

where softly silver fountains fall

his wings him bore, a wandering light,

beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.

From World's End there he turned away,

and yearned again to find afar

his home through shadows journeying,

and burning as an island star

on high above the mists he came,

a distant flame before the Sun,

a wonder ere the waking dawn

where grey the Norland waters run.

And over Middle-earth he passed

and heard at last the weeping sore

of women and of elven-maids

in Elder Days, in years of yore.

But on him mighty doom was laid,

till Moon should fade, an orbéd star

to pass, and tarry never more

on Hither Shores where Mortals are;

for ever still a herald on

an errand that should never rest

to bear his shining lamp afar,

the Flammifer of Westernesse.

When Jon finished singing the whole room was silent, even Jon's friends didn't have any expressions on their faces. Until suddenly, King Gil-galad rose from his throne and began to clap his hands with tears falling from his eyes, and then the other lords followed soon the hall was a cacophony of praise.

For the first time in a long time since he first sang before Lord Mace and the Highgarden Court Jon felt really self-conscious as even though he wanted his work recognized, he never imagined this kind of ... Flattery from the elves.

"This hall has known many prodigious voices, and those voices have filled us with beautiful and spoken songs that last centuries ... But you who belong to the lines of men have outdone them all, blessing these halls with your songs, you have filled us with great happiness, because there is nothing that my people enjoy more than immortalizing beauty, like the one you have brought us now ", said King Gil-galad as he approached Jon.

"King Gil-galad?" Asked the young Targaryen.

"Elrond" was the king's reply.

The king's herald diligently approached his lord, and there were tears in his eyes that looked at Jon with gratitude and respect.

"Yes, my king?" Elrond asked enthusiastically.

"It seems to me that you know what I am going to ask of you, I want you to make sure that the works created by this young man, the poem and the song of Eärednil are kept in the history of our people for the ages to come," Said the king with a smile and Lord Elrond nodded.

"As you wish, Your Highness ... Jon, would you be so kind as to lend me your poem and your song? I am going to transcribe them to keep them in the library.

Jon who had been moved by the king's words gladly accepted the request and handed them over to Lord Elrond who looked at them with teary eyes and took them with extreme care as if they were precious objects and gave Jon a nod and a smile.

"The next thing would normally be for me to offer you a place in my court as my official bard ... But I think Cirdan would not forgive me for depriving Mithlond of his best singer" Said the king with a smile at the Shipbuilder who started to laugh.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," The old elf said with a smile.

After that everyone in the great hall began to congratulate Jon for creating two splendid works that will be remembered in the ages to come, starting with the king himself, Lord Elrond and then all the noble elves of Lindon were there. There to listen to the envoy of Manwë.

His Ladies, companions, and sisters were proud of Jon for what he had achieved to have been praised by the elven lords, which means you're an exceptional talent individual.

Írimë was stunned, she had been ... captivated, yes, fascinated by the ability of that young man, she knew that he must be a prodigious singer for Maglor to instruct him and for Cidarn to praise his abilities ... But this? ... His voice was captivating, beautiful and attractive like that of an elf. His creativity was exceptional, the proofs were his poem, and his song was undeniably beautiful and worthy of being in the history of the elves, It showed her that she was rather arrogant when she underestimated Jon Snow's talent.

Írimë was not upset, just confused, and intrigued by the young mortal who was being congratulated in front of her, she already knew that he came from "The Outer Lands" guided by the will of Manwë and Ulmo. He had been being instructed along with his companions and concubines under the tutelage of Cirdan and Glordindel for two years, in addition to briefly studying at Khazad-Dûm and gaining the friendship of King Durin and that was by far the most extraordinary considering how stubborn and distrustful the lord of. Khazad-Dûm was.

The young man was undoubtedly beautiful despite his age and race, and although as a bard he has shown his worth, Írimë had no doubt that he must also be a mighty warrior since he was being trained by Glorfindel, but why? Why did the Valar show such an interest in him? No other mortal or elf for that matter had been treated with such reverence? What made this handsome youth so unique?

Írimë simply wanted to meet the new owner of her brother's sword to see with her own eyes if he was worthy of the only weapon that wounded the Great Enemy but now. It was full of many questions, and always She had been a curious and determined elf, age had taught her to control those traits of her personality but not to suppress them completely, and that is why now ... She needs to find out everything she can about Jon Snow, he was a riddle that Írimë wanted to solve.

But there was another person who was undecided what to do.

Since while a smile of emotion filled the beautiful face of Írimë unknown to her, a worried and intrigued Galadriel watched her aunt, Celeborn's wife had felt the interest that her aunt had for the young leader knight Which was understandable since all the Lords of the Noldor and the royal family of the Great Green Forest came to King Gil-galad's call for the same reason, however upon seeing their first interaction, Galadriel's heart fell. Gil-Galad had told her this meeting would be of great importance in the future, that it would give honour, glory to the House of Finwë but also bring love and suffering to his beloved aunt ... And she had already suffered a great deal.

Galadriel's vision of the future was unclear, so she didn't know what would cause such events, but she knew that her aunt's future was filled with love, suffering and glory alike.

So Finarfin's daughter will wait to see how things unfold.

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It had been two weeks since Jon returned to Harlond and at that time all the young Westerosi returned to the same routine they had in The Gray Havens, studying and training, only instead of having the usual teachers, this time they had tutors placed by the king himself, Glorfindel being the only master who still holds his post, as no one can surpass him as a master of weapons in Middle-earth.

So while Jon, Loras, Robar, Arianne, Rhaenys and Daenerys trained with Glorfindel under the gaze of Lords and soldiers of Harlond, the Ladies Ashara and Shiera alongside Queen Rhaella they studied healing and herbs.

That left the Stark sisters who were studying Elvish languages as well as the history of Middle Earth. Both sisters put all their efforts to reach their brother, especially Arya who was eager to be trained by Glorfindel but resigned she decided to listen to Jon's advice and study diligently ... Or at least to try.

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Sansa and Arya spent hours pouring over tomes with a break in the afternoon for lunch, the purpose of their lessons were to master Quenya and Sindarin and another of their studies was to learn to identify the kingdoms of the First Age.

Their tutors left them alone to resolve some issues but indicated that they would return to determine what they had learned.

"Aaah, I can't take it anymore…" Said an exhausted Arya massaging her temples.

"I'm tired too," Sansa said sighing.

"I don't understand why they put us to study these kingdoms if the entire region sank beneath the fucking waves" Arya growled in frustration.

"Knowing the history is important, but yes ... These lessons are exhausting, especially Quenya," Sansa said, putting her book on the desk.

"Even Maester Ludwin's classes weren't that intense" Arya complained.

"Learning is always an arduous task, but it's like handling a sword if you get used to it and persevere ... It will be easier," said a sudden voice startled to the Stark sisters who turned back to know who was speaking to them.

Lord Elrond watched them with an amused smile as he carried some books in his arms.

Remembering the courtesy, both Starks rose and bowed.

"Lord Elrond…" They both said at the same time.

"I see that you both put a lot of effort into your studies," Said the Lord of Imladris seeing the expressions of exhaustion of both girls.

"Yeah, but we're already exhausted, our guardians just left and left us here" Arya complained.

"Surely they had their reasons, can I ask you girls what are your studies about?" Lord Elrond asked curiously.

"Elven languages and the kingdoms of the First Age my Lord," Sansa said respectfully.

Elrond's expression for a moment became impassive as if lost in a sea of memories until he walked over to the girls' desk and saw the books and their notes, smiling.

"A look at your notes tells me that you have done a good job ... Although ... It seems to me that one of you confused the locations of Nevrast and Gondolin," Elrond said amused when he saw the map that the sisters had made.

Arya let out a groan of pain and dropped her head onto the desk.

"Arya. " An annoyed Sansa chided her for behaving in that way before someone as important as Lord Elrond, but he only laughed with pain and nostalgia when he saw the relationship between both sisters as it reminded him of his own relationship with his brother Elros.

"I see you both love each other very much…" said the Lord of Imladris as Sansa and Arya blushed at his words.

Elrond sat in a comfortable leather armchair, and for the next few minutes instructed them in languages and history, both sisters were shocked but listened diligently and realized that Elrond's knowledge far outstripped these dusty tomes ... It was as if he had been present.

"You know a great deal Lord Elrond," Sansa said surprised and trying to guess the age of Lord Elrond.

"Yes, well, it is natural that I know about these things first hand, after all, I was born during the First Age, some of these events I heard from my parents and from those who had the misfortune to suffer them," Elrond said reviewing the works of the Stark sisters ignoring the fact that Arya was looking at him in surprise.

"Have you lived since the First Age? but that means you must be .. "Arya was silent for a moment as she tried to calculate his age.

"Thousands of years, yes, I am 3494 years old. Arya Stark, my father, is Earendil son of Tuor and Idril, who was born in the city of Gondolin before its fall and my mother is Elwing, daughter of Dior Aranel Eluchíl who in turn was the son of Beren and Lúthien. I have lived a long time and seen two ages in the west of the world, as well as countless defeats and victories "Said Elrond revealing his lineage to Jon's sisters who did not expect the Lord of Imladris to have such a high heritage, suddenly both felt self-conscious for being in front of him.

"Excuse us my Lord, but we did not know that you would have such a high lineage," Sansa said nervous to be in the presence of Elrond, but he shook his head.

"I did not tell you about my ancestry to intimidate you but to make you understand how much I have lived and how much I have seen," Said the Lord of Imladris, giving the girls their work back and to their surprise, they barely had any corrections.

"When we came to Middle-earth on the ship of Darana and her brother Nerven they told us some things about the First Age, such as the achievements of their Lord father and how he had brought the ruin of Morgoth, they said that he was born in the City from Gondolin, "Sansa said remembering her time on the ship.

"They said that the elves who returned from Middle Earth told them it was an incredible city" Arya finished saying but to the girls' surprise, Elrond adopted an expression of nostalgia and pain as if he remembered something painful.

"Yes, I had heard that many times, most of what I remember from the conversations with my father before he sailed to the Blessed Kingdom, alas, but I am afraid that I was born years after its destruction so that I cannot remember it. , that was the largest city in my village, second only to the city of Tirion in the land of Aman, although I believe that the few Noldor who managed to escape its destruction and are still here in Lindon can remember the beauty and glory by Gondolin as if it had been finished just a day ago because those memories are etched not only in the mind or body but also in the soul. But for me those are memories that I will never be able to claim, I will never know the pearl white streets and buildings from which it was built nor will I be able to hear the bustle of the Great Market of the city, I will not be able to witness the view of the Surrounding Mountains from the top of the King's Tower, nor the sight of Glingal and Belthil. Because sadly the ruins of Gondolin now lie beneath the waves ... Such is the nature of the world now "Elrond said with a melancholy expression.

Both sisters saw the Lord of Imladris sad for the home he could never meet. They could not help but remember Winterfell the home they both lost because of the Lannisters and Boltons, a home that both girls long for in their hearts because despite your time in Middle Earth nothing can replace your memories of your time in Winterfell, the snowfall with pure white snow, the song of the birds of the Wolfwood or the excellent hot springs below the castle, or the bustle of the servants working, the mere thought of that made them long for their home, and that made them feel very sad.

"Yes, we know how you feel," Arya said sadly, and Elrond felt sorry for the little girl for carrying in her soul a sorrow similar to his.

"Unfortunately I see that it is so ... Maybe you should leave your lessons at this point, I will talk with your tutors so that they do not have problems. Go to rest" Lord Elrond said with a smile and both girls happy to finish their lesson. They got up, but Arya discovered that Lord Elrond had lived since the First Age and decided to ask one last question.

"Excuse me, Lord Elrond, but I would like to ask you, one last thing," said the little Stark.

"What is Arya?" He asked, interested.

"You said you have lived since the First Age ... And I was wondering if you fought in the War of Wrath," Arya said somewhat nervous.

Elrond only blinked for a few moments before sighing.

"Yes, I participated in it with my brother Elros and our father Eärendil, I am afraid that at that time, we were both barely old enough to participate ... But as I already told you I can still remember the glory of the" Old Days " and of the armies of Beleriand also the great army that came from Valinor, I can remember the sound of their shining trumpets and the flags and banners waving in the wind, so many great princes and captains, even some Maiar were there present. And yet not so many, they were not as beautiful as when they destroyed Thangorodrim and besieged Angband, taking from his entrails Morgoth himself, chained, defeated and humiliated, and the Elves who survived thought at that moment that evil had ended the world forever, which unfortunately was not true "Said the Lord of Imladris rising from the desk looking at Sansa and Arya, both girls were intimidated by his gaze until he smiled.

"We heard that your father killed a gigantic dragon in his flying boat and with the help of a giant eagle" Arya mentioned excitedly and Elrond smiled at her enthusiasm.

"Yes, Ancalagon" The Black ", the mightiest winged dragon ever born, during the War of Wrath, the armies sent by the Valar and the survivors of Beleriand waged their final war against Morgoth. Their victory was near, with Most of the Balrogs defeated and scattered and other troops destroyed. Morgoth unleashed the winged dragons with Ancalagon leading the vanguard. Ancalagon drove us back, but was stopped by my father Eärendil who sailed through the skies in the white ship Vingilot with the Great Eagles and their leader Thorondor. Ancalagon was knocked down and fell on Thangorodrim, breaking its mighty towers. With him most of the other winged dragons fell, and the defeat of Morgoth became imminent "Elrond said seeing the expression of emotion on the face of Sansa and Arya.

And Sansa remembered another detail that Lord Elrond mentioned.

"Do you have a brother, my Lord?" Sansa asked, surprised.

"I had a brother... He died thousands of years ago" Elrond said remembering his brother Elros with sadness and nostalgia.

"But thought that the elves were immortal" Sansa questioned surprised, and there Elrond understood that they still did not know the history of his brother and Númenor.

"We cannot die by age or illness, but we can be killed Sansa, the story of my brother's life is very different from mine, he did not die assassinated but died of old age, but I'm afraid that's another story, one which is too long to tell and too rich in detail to summarize it if you wish I will tell you about it at another time. But for now, it will be better if you rest "Elrond said in a definitive tone and the Stark sisters understood that the conversation ended.

They took their things, and after a bow, they both left the library leaving Elrond with their thoughts, both girls were called by the Valar to accompany their cousin to Middle Earth, but in her heart, she felt that both had a destiny of their own, a destiny. That sooner or later would lead them to the Valley of Imraldris.

With that in mind, Elrond left the library with a faint glimpse of the future, of two mortal women, still young and beautiful, screaming in birthing beds and the cry of babies being heard loudly throughout the Valley.

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Jon and the others were in the training yard in the king's palace practising with Glorfindel, but this time in front of some of the Harlond nobles who were amazed by their skill at arms, Jon, Loras, Robar, Arianne and Rhaenys were practising against some of the king's soldiers while Daenerys practised with a great bow almost taller than herself.

"That, very good, keep up ... Like that, very good," Glorfindel said glad that his students are really fighting like they were elves.

The young Westerosi had drastically improved by determination and discipline, finally managing to close the physical gap with the Firstborn ... Now they just need to develop their skills and gain experience.

The soldiers Jon and the others were fighting were veterans of the war the elves waged against Sauron centuries ago, battle-hardened men who wanted the privilege of helping Glorfindel teach the "Envoys of the Valar", but To test the improvement of his students, Glorfindel asked his fellow elves not to hold back in the training battle. To the joy of the former nobleman of Gondolin, his students could actually withstand combat with a trained and capable Noldorian soldier ... They just needed to improve their technique and polish their unique battle style.

Among the nobles who watched the development of the practice fight were Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, the daughter of both Celebrian, Lady Írimë, the Great Greenwood's royal family and even King Gil-galad himself who judged himself. The result of Glorfindel's tutelage.

"They really have skill," Lord Celeborn said acknowledging the skill of Jon and the others.

"Indeed, Elrond's advice was the most effective ... They really do move like elves ... Although their fighting style is strange to me" King Gil-galad acknowledged.

"It will surely be the fighting style of his homeland," Prince Thranduil said, staring at Jon and the others.

"Perhaps ..." the king acknowledged.

"So are you satisfied, King Gil-galad?" Lord Celeborn asked.

"Mmmm ... Maybe, yes, I am ... I hope that with these lessons the young emissaries can carry out their task more easily," Said the king satisfied with the abilities of the Westerosi.

"I would like to know what their task is?" Celebrian asked with curiosity.

"Daughter, the Valar will reveal it when the time is right, I'm sure," Lady Galadriel said softly without taking her eyes off the training ground.

Watching Jon train Galadriel's mind he began to examine the memories she gained of Jon through their unintended mind link, especially his training as a knight at Winterfell during his early years and then at the place known as Highgarden and finally his performance at the War of the Five Kings and in the battle of Azanulbizar. And while the abilities that the young lord had back then cannot be compared to those of today, Celeborn's wife couldn't help but notice Jon's life was battle after battle, even his birth was marked by war, the Lady truly felt compassion for the young man because it seemed tragic to her that very few times in his life he has been truly happy.

... May the Valar be fair and allow him to know peace one day, the time of his people is short ... And it is not fair that the only thing he knows of the world in the short time that he and his friends will be in the let war be death and blood ...

"He Does not use Ringil."

The voice of her aunt Írimë pulled Galadriel out of her thoughts, and her eyes moved away from the training ground to see her aunt, who had a confused expression that slight tones of annoyance.

"No, I won't use it for this" Galadriel said, gaining everyone's gaze.

"No? But if he used it ... he might even have the opportunity to face Glorfindel" Írimë said, confused not understanding why the young man would lose the opportunity to use a legendary weapon like Ringil.

"He will not use it because Jon, he has a great sense of honour and respect, Jon respects the memory of Fingolfin and the origin of the sword as a creation of Aulë, if he used the sword of the Great King, the sword that struck the" Great Enemy "for such an insignificant purpose as to win a training fight ... It would be an insult," Galadriel said with a smile, one that was soon shared by the other elves.

"For a young man he has good manners, I grant you," King Oropher said taking a sip of wine.

Írimë only looked at Jon with a mixture of joy and confusion because she did not expect Jon to have that kind of honour at such a young age, most young men tend to brag about their abilities and achievements, Jon's brother in arms, Ser Loras is clearly the proof of it. Still, Jon who according to Galadriel had a complicated and bloody origin only to be raised as a bastard despite his noble blood and was robbed of what was rightfully his, Now that he has the favour of the Valar, the friendship of a king and the recognition of his people, even a legendary weapon like Ringil, he simply does not boast of it, Írimë has met humble men but not any as humble as him. Jon went through a great deal and did not boast of his glory, his appearance was that of a young man about to reach maturity, but his soul was that of an old man.

... Why did one so young have to mature so quickly?, Even being of the lineage of men ... Írimë thought dismayed, but without realizing that that only caused her interest in Jon and her desire to learn everything about him increase.

Unnoticed by the High Lords of Middle-earth, one of Harlond's high elves, Helediron, one of the many elves who wished to win the favour of Lady Írimë, had watched the entire fight and discreetly listened to the conversation of the elves and an idea occurred to him ... Lady Írimë seemed to have some interest in the leader of the "Emissaries of the Valar". If Helediron had heard rightly, the Lady and the other Great Lords seemed admired for his abilities. As a warrior, and I could see why. The training with Lord Glorfindel had served him well, and he seems to have a talent and elegance for fighting ... All of that can be very useful, but perhaps at that time it can also serve Helediron.

He came from a family of great importance in Lindon, his father was a respected warrior having participated in the War of Wrath and later the wars against Sauron, and decided to teach him everything he knew to lead his house in case of need, something which he always thanked him for, Helediron did not consider himself a legendary warrior. Still, he knew that his own abilities were not negligible, which led him to execute this improvised plan.

When his father learned that the Lady Írimë would visit the King's Court, he sent him to try to win her favour, a task that Helediron initially considered useless because since the Lady returned from Aman, no one has been able to win her favour. His heart was right, but Helediron obeyed his father and travelled to meet the Lady, he appeared before her, and she responded with courtesy ... And that was all, he could not say that he did not expect it, since then the Lady did not return his gaze except for pleasantries... But if he defeats this Jon snow in front of the Lady and King Gil-galad. Well, perhaps they will consider him as a possible candidate to be Irime's consort ... it was a foolish plan... But he did not wish to fail his father, and he couldn't think another way to capture Lady Írimë attention.

Now he just had to suggest the idea to King Gil-galad.

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Jon was resting and watching his beloved Arianne and Rhaenys practice with each other after finishing their training, he just fought a Noldorian noble, and they draw.

Whoever has recognized his abilities to be part of Renly's Royal Guard or win that tournament at King's Landing can go to Mandos or wherever, the pride that Jon feels in his own abilities at that moment cannot be compared to anything of what he had felt before, it was then he saw his master approaching accompanied by a tall and robust-looking elf with silver hair and sapphire blue eyes, he looked ready for a fight. Still, there was no animosity in his eyes.

Sensing something Jon stood up.

"What do you require of me Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel sighed in resignation and passed Ringil to Jon.

"Jon, this is Helediron the son of an important nobleman in Lindon, he wishes to have a fight with you ... While using Ringil," Glorfindel said without joy implying that he was not happy about it. And Jon was surprised.

"A fight?" Jon asked, confused.

"It is my wish to cross swords with you Jon Ulmondil while using the sword of the Great King, it would be an honour since I have seen your skill and I wish to test the might of the weapon that wounded the" Great Enemy "before the waters covered Beleriand," Said the elf with courtesy.

"I know you said you didn't want to use Ringil in training ... But maybe it's good that you get used to your weapon since Lord Ulmo gave it to you, you haven't used it in real combat ... Maybe this will help you" Glorfindel said interested in Jon's answer.

Jon for his part was surprised by the request of his master, they had no doubts that this request was from the Great Lords, perhaps from Írimë herself to see her brother's sword, Jon's first impulse was to refuse. But Glorfindel's words were true since Jon received that magnificent weapon from Lord Ulmo he had never used it even once ... Maybe it's time to change that.

He thought about it for a few more moments and nodded.

"I accept," He said, standing up.

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They were brought into midfield in full view to watch the match, and Jon was eager to finish it as he didn't like being in those situations if he could help it. But he ignored those thoughts and focused on the battle he would have.

Jon took Ringil out of its sheath, and all the elves could not contain their excitement at the faint silvery glow emanating from the blade, the sword was light, comfortable to use and conveyed happiness that Jon could not understand.

… Are you happy to be used again? ...

"You may begin! " Glorfindel's voice snapped Jon out of his thoughts, and he focused on his opponent.

Both of them started going around in circles for a few moments analyzing and studying their steps, Jon decided to be cautious since this was not the typical training.

It was there when the elf, with great speed and precision, began the attack, started with a cut to Jon's left arm and he managed to block it without much trouble, but this opening was used by Helediron to try to knock him down with his shield, but Jon managed to jump at the last moment and dodge it.

But knowing that this would briefly affect his balance, the elf began a brutal assault against Jon to disarm him, forcing him to protect himself against his shield.

... This elf is a skilled warrior ... He is a better fighter than the other elves he fights ... The blows feel similar to Master Glorfindel ... Jon thought, starting to get frustrated.

But he remembered the lessons of his master, all warriors have a weak point in their fighting form if they are agile and precise. They will often neglect their attack and defence, and vice versa, very few warriors manage to balance all those things, strength, speed, agility, dexterity, a warrior with more power can be defeated by one with greater speed, but one with greater speed can be defeated by one with greater resistance if he manages to tire him.

... I must try to overcome him ... I have to find his weakness ... He is quick to attack and dodge, the way of hitting my shield indicates strength and endurance, that only leaves me defence, I have to find an opening on your guard ...

Jon's lovers and Loras and Robar began to worry about Jon until they saw that he managed to get out of the rain of attacks by pushing the shield against the elf who had to stop and move to the other side.

Jon decided to take advantage of that to regain his balance, and now he launched himself against the elf who remained calm, Jon landed blow upon blow trying to break the elves guard, but each stroke was caught by the shield, but face became marred by deep cuts as Ringil was of far better make than this simple shield ... But Jon did not want to win by Ringil alone, he wished to showcase everything he had learned in the past two years.

... time to see what I have learned ...

Jon decided to stop his attack, knowing that his opponent will try to regain the advantage with an elegant strike, which he will have to lower his shield. And so it was, the elf Helediron tried to quickly cut through Jon's chest, but he promptly dropped to one knee and with a quick stroke managed to cut the straps securing the shield to Helediron's arm.

A groan of surprise rang out across the field.

Jon decided to attack now because otherwise, he would not have another chance and quickly resumed his assault against the surprised elf who had lost his composure, but that was what Jon expected because he gave him a slight cut at the vulnerable juncture of arm and breast.

Realizing that he was close to defeat, Helediron began to focus on defence.

Jon knows that to win he had to disarm his rival and seeing that Helediron's defence was indeed his weak point, but even so it was better than expected, he had to take a risk and throw himself against it, he had to make him believe that he had fallen into despair to trying to launch a withering attack.

The opportunity came earlier than expected when the elf launched an attack with all his might, and it managed to pierce Jon's shield, but before he could pull his sword out Jon released his shield to the surprise of his enemy and running and pouncing on him, knocked him down even with his sword embedded in his shield that's when Jon quickly placed his sword to Helediron's neck.

Jon was gasping euphorically while the entire field was silent.

"I surrender," Helediron said humbly acknowledging his defeat.

A tired Jon helped him to his feet, and the two shook hands in recognition of the other as a worthy opponent.

"You are an exceptional warrior Jon Ulmondil I hope to cross swords with you again," Said the elf with a slight bow.

"Likewise Lord Helediron" Jon said smiling, that's when Glorfindel approached with a satisfied expression on his face.

"It was an excellent battle, Lord Helediron you are a much more capable warrior than I expected, your agility and dexterity are excellent... Jon, your performance exceeded my expectations, you fought on an equal footing against an experienced elf and not only stood your ground, but you won, with dexterity and ingenuity... I am proud of you "Said the old elf with a smile.

Arianne, Daenerys and Rhaenys arrived, followed by Loras and Robar, Jon's lovers quickly hugged and kissed him, while Jon's brothers in arms congratulated him on his victory Loras quickly claimed that Jon could not beat him.

"My white wolf that was amazing," Arianne said, kissing him still fiercely with Jon returning the kisses. While Rhaenys jealously watched her cousin hoard her "little brother", which she did not like.

"Jon .. " Rhaenys growled in a threatening tone and feeling the danger Jon took his half-sister and kissed her hard, making her moan with happiness. But when Jon stopped to take a breath, he felt Dany's soft hands tugging at his hair for another passionate kiss.

Loras and Robar watched everything with surprise to see that their friend accepted the Targaryen custom without problems, but they quickly shrugged their shoulders and began to laugh because Jon's face began to turn purple from lack of air as the Princesses kissed him incessantly.

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While Jon and Helediron fought the Noldorian Lords spoke among themselves with the exceptions of Galadriel and Írimë. They watched the meeting between Jon and his Lovers with curiosity, the daughter of Finwë has just seen that the new owner of the Her brother's sword was indeed a capable warrior, although his skill with his sword needed work. However, that only caused her interest to grow.

Galadriel, who was studying her aunt's reactions, sighing approached her and caught her attention.

"Is something wrong ... Galadriel?" Írimë said, remembering her last conversation with her niece.

"Auntie ... I have noticed the growing interest you are developing in Jon Snow," He said in an impassive voice.

"I just want to know who he is", replied the Lady, confused by her niece.

"Yes, but my heart tells me ... That if you don't stop that search for knowledge, your desire to know everything about him ... You will never be able to stop" Galadriel replied sadly, gaining a look of surprise from Írimë.

"Did you have a vision?" Írimë asked, intrigued and even more so because her niece nodded.

"Yes, I had a vision," Galadriel said.

"What did you see?" Írimë asked seriously.

"I saw ... Death, blood, suffering, love, passion and glory ... Dragons soaring throught the sky, ... I couldn't understand the rest," Galadriel said regretting her lack of experience with this power, but Írimë was surprised.

"Will more dragons be born?" Írimë asked in horror.

"Yes, but I feel that they will not be the monsters that Morgoth created, I do not understand my vision aunt, what I do know is that this vision is triggered by your interest in that young man ... I ask you, keep your distance from him ... Or you may never be able to return to Aman, "Galadriel said pleading with her aunt who smiled at her.

"Don't worry niece, as soon as I satiate my curiosity, I will walk away?" Írimë said kissing Galadriel on her forehead and then she returned her gaze to the training field to see Jon with his companions, and she did not notice that the image was putting a smile on her face.