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The Conch's sound was not like any of the Westerosi knew, it did not even sound like the sound of a horn ... For a few moments, it seemed as if ... Someone was playing a song, the sound was soft and piercing ... Like the crashing of waves.

The wonderful sound distracted both the elves and the men.

"Jon ... you ... called," Said a surprised Cirdan when he saw the Conch being used for the first time and it was then that Jon understood what he had just done by sounding the Conch.

Jon's mind was spinning. His life was a lie. His father was not Ned Stark ... He didn't want to believe that. He couldn't, not after everything he had done. Queen Rhaella must be Wrong, or she must be lying... Why? ... He did not know, but it must be so ... It had to be.

. "Jon…" The sound of Lord Glorfindel's voice snapped the young Targaryen out of his tumultuous thoughts, and he tried to compose himself as much as possible, but when he saw the shocked faces of Rhaenys and Daenerys his heart sank, and he unconsciously began to recoil backwards. About to fall into the sea.

He had taken the virginity of his half-sister and that of his aunt ... He had kissed them and taken them as lovers ... And he had fallen completely in love with them.

"Please Jon calm down ... Don't be foolish," Said a terrified Ashara Dayne when she saw how dangerously close Jon was to falling out the window.

"Stop him ..." King Gil-galad barked but before they could act Jon heard a familiar voice in his head.

"Jon, As expected you called me and as I told you ... I have come ... Jump into the embrace of the sea I will not allow you to be harmed come to me"

Jon looked behind him and saw that there was nothing Just the sky.

Jon looked down and saw something extraordinary ... A whirlpool began to form in the sea. Still, it was not an ordinary whirlpool, this whirlpool shone like the heavens as if it to tell him no harm will come to him At that moment he made his decision, he observed everyone in the room, elves and men, giving a meaningful look to Arianne, Daenerys, Rhaenys, Shiera, Ashara, Rhaella, Sansa and Arya ... And before they could act he jumped to the sea below.

"JON!" The scream of his friends and mentors echoed in his ears until the sound of the wind drowned them out as he fell towards the sea at high speed, he finally felt the water hit his face. But the water was not ice cold, it felt very warm, but Jon did not care about everything he had heard, what he had discovered ... He just wanted to forget and sleep, he knew he would not die so he let himself be carried away by the swift current of the great sea.

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When Jon woke up, he felt the scorching sun and the sand on his face, he got up completely disoriented, Jon did not know where he was only that landed on some island.

... How did I come to be here? ... At that moment Jon remembered everything that happened in the throne room of King Gil-galad and Queen Rhaella's confession in which the widow of the "Mad King" claimed that Jon was her grandson.

Jon did not take it well at all, but that did not concern him at that time but the words of the Queen ... Jon was not the son of Eddard Stark, he was the son of his aunt Lyanna Stark with Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

"I slept with my half-sister and my aunt ... I love the, and yet I feel no guilt nor shame it seems I truly am a Targaryen" Jon thought wistfully, laughing sadly at his fate.

"Glad to see you have awakened," Said an ancient voice, deep, powerful and familiar to Jon.

He turned back to meet the vast and majestic figure of Ulmo, The Lord of the Depths.

"Lord Ulmo .. " Said a surprised Jon when he saw the Aratar again and quickly dropped his knee before him.

"What are you doing here?" Jon asked, confused. And the Vala just looked at him strangely.

"You summoned me young lord" Ulmo answered, noticing the boys confusion.

Jon had touched the conch shell that Lord Ulmo had given him and upon hearing his voice, he had leapt into the sea.

"Yes. I remember my Lord… Where are we Lord Ulmo?" Jon asked.

"The Isle of Tol Morwen" was the Lord of the Waters' reply much to Jons bewilderment.

"Tol Morwen?" Jon asked surprised to learn that he was on the island that served as a tomb for Turin Turambar and his mother Morwen, located in the northwest of the Belegaer Sea, which was formed after the flooding of the Beleriand at the end of the First Age.

On this island were the tombs of Túrin Turambar his sister Niennor and his mother, Morwen. This island was originally Cabed-en-Aras, a deep gorge over which the river Teiglin spilt its waters and where Túrin slew the dragon Glaurung "The Father of all Dragons. Later the legend tells that Glirhuin, a human seer and harpist from the Brethil forest, composed a song in which he said that although the world will be underwater (as in truth it happened to Beleriand), the sea would never cover these graves. Thus It was, but according to their tutors in Grey havens, although the island is small, it has enough flora and fauna to sustain life, although no one has established a colony or city in it, in fact, the only ones who have visited it in recent centuries are the High Men of Númenor.

Jon was speechless on this island was the grave of the great dragon slayer.

"Why did my Lord bring me here?" The Young Westerosi asked the Ainur.

"This island has quite a history ... though very little of it is pleasant this place it tends to attract hurting spirits and tragic souls however it can also be used as a place of reflection, acceptance and on some rare occasions ... forgiveness and atonement," Ulmo said looking at the young man sympathetically.

"You knew it, you knew that I ... I was a Targaryen," Jon said utterly sure of the answer ... And Ulmo nodded.

"Yes, if you remember carefully I have never called you" Jon Snow "... Because that is not your real name," Lord Ulmo said calmly, but that caught Jon's attention.

"Isn't my name Jon Snow? .. Is there anything in my life that isn't a lie?" Jon said, annoyed.

"Jon, I understand that you are going through great anguish. That is not surprising considering what you have discovered about your ancestry, but ... I think for the moment knowing what your name is can wait" Ulmo said somewhat impatient with Jon but trying to be understanding.

"My whole life was a lie ... My father ... No my uncle, he hid who I am from me ... And my parents ... My real parents ... They caused a war to be together, they ran from their families and of their duties ... And they both ended up dying for it " Jon said utterly horrified.

"What your parents, what Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark did, was foolish, reckless and extremely selfish, and caused the death of thousands of innocents ... And they paid the price for it," Lord Ulmo said.

"They both died, my real father on the Trident and my mother ... I don't know," Jon replied.

"How your parents died does not matter at this point, but you must know that ... No elf, dwarf or man escapes our justice, neither the judgment of Manwë nor the judgment of Namo," Said the Lord of the waters with a voice that boomed like a hurricane.

Despite wanting to know what Ulmo wanted to say about his parents' fate, Jon felt in his heart that it was better not to ask, after everything he discovered, he learned the lesson that he could go through asking incessant questions ... The answers they might not be to the liking of the one who wants them.

"Tell me, my Lord. What am I doing here? .. Why did you bring me?"

"I suppose you know the history of this island," Ulmo said expectantly.

"Yes, it was once a part of Beleriand before the sea swallowed it up, this is where the graves of Turin Turambar and his mother are," Jon replied.

"Correct, I see that putting you under the tutelage of Cirdan was a wise decision ... At the top of this island is the Stone of the Unfortunate and that sacred Stone is the one that commemorates the children of Hurin and their mother Morwen, you must venture there reflect on what you have learned, You will stay on this island for five weeks, then I shall return, and you can go back to Lindon "Said the Lord of the Waters with authority.

"Five weeks? But what about my family and friends?" Jon asked.

"I will take care of them, they will remain as guests in the Court of King Gil-galad until your return something that despite their concern for you will be to their liking, I will see you soon Jon," The Valar said as he began to sink beneath the waves.

Jon was going to ask more but felt it best to not anger Lord Ulmo, so the young man from the North remained silent as the Valar returned to his underwater palace.

Jon stood there, unsure about what he should do.

... He didn't gain anything by staying here ... It would be best if I moved ... Lord Ulmo told me about those tombs on the top of the island because he wants me to visit them, it will be best to listen to him ...

The first thing Jon did was go around the beach in circles finding nothing but sand until he came to a steep rocky path, deciding that it was the best way to get off the beach. Jon took a risk and went up that path.

When he reached the end of the road, Jon finally saw trees and vegetation, it was an ancient forest, and he also saw a small mountain near him, Jon quickly deduced that the Stone of the Unfortunate must be atop the mountain.

Jon continued his journey to see the legendary Stone and pay his respects to Turin Turambar. As the young Westerosi entered the forest, he began to notice that some branches were recently cut by something very sharp.

... Is there someone else here ...

Jon quickly deduced, reaching his hands towards Ringil only to remember that he left her at the foot of King Gil-galad's throne.

... Damn it ... Jon said mentally berating himself for having jumped into the sea without carrying his weapon.

The knowledge that there was someone else in Tol Morwen surprised Jon as the only ones who had supposedly visited the island in recent times were the Numenoreans who like Jon wanted to see the tomb of Turin Turambar.

He continued on his way to the top of the hill with no other options, a journey that took little more than an hour, but the steep path was arduous however in the end ... He saw it.

The Stone of the Unfortunate was not elegant or beautiful in its construction, it was merely a really huge old grey rock, yet there was something attractive about it, and Jon could not resist approaching it.

Sindarin words were inscribed in the centre of the rock that served as a tombstone:

TÚRIN TURAMBAR DAGNIR GLAURUNGA

and beneath they wrote also:

NIENOR NÍNIEL

"Turin, Master of Destiny, the slayer of Glaurung ..." Jon murmured, feeling pleased to be able to count himself among the few who could have observed that mythical tomb. He cast his gaze lower and noticed another name below Turin.

Niennor

"The sister of the dragon slayer" Despite being convinced of the veracity of the tombstone Jon turned to the west side of it and was disappointed when he found no other words, but then he found them alas time had eroded the elvish script greatly yet it was not unreadable:

Here also lies Morwen Eledhwen

With that, Jon knew it, he stood before the legendary Stone of the Hapeless, the rock that served as a tombstone for Turin Turambar and his mother Morwen, the name of Niennor But she was not there, nor was it ever known whither the cold waters of Teiglin had taken her.

From his studies, Jon learned that the story of Narn I Chîn Húrin "The tragic story of the Children of Hurin" is part of the "Three Great Stories of the First Age" the other two are Beren and Lúthien and the Fall of Gondolin. Still, it is. This story is unique among them because it is the only one that begins and ends as a tragedy, which best demonstrates the extent of Morgoth's cruelty in the elven tales, in this story, there is no great romance between elves and men.

... Just a sibling romance, like Rhaenys and me... Jon thought humorlessly.

He realized that the plants around the grave were trimmed and that there were some flowers arranged around the base ... Fresh flowers.

"Very good. There is someone on this island besides me ..." Jon said looking for something to use as a weapon, and he found it. A simple stick.

... It's better than nothing... Jon thought annoyed ... It was there when he heard footsteps approaching him.

"Who you are?" Jon said to the stranger who stopped, Jon turned carefully and saw that a few meters behind him coming out of the trees was an elf watching the young Westerosi with interest.

He was the most peculiar elf that Jon had seen so far, he was tall, and wore a green robe with golden edges which indicated nobility but the robe although it was well cared for had lost its shine, like all elves he appeared youthful and robust. But he had ragged black hair as if it had not been cared for in a long time, in fact, his hair seemed to have not been combed in years, his skin was so pale that it looked grey as if he was a walking corpse, his hands had the closest thing to the wrinkles that Jon had ever seen in an elf, and he was thin, extremely thin as if the elf had not eaten in years, but the most striking thing was his eyes which were red and swollen from crying.

Jon had never seen an elf look so miserable ... He looked like some foul spirit.

"Who you are?" Jon said in Sindarin, but the elf didn't answer or move. Jon did not want to start a fight with the elf as he did not appear to be able to retaliate, but he would not lower his guard until he was shown to be no danger.

"I'll ask you again, who are you?" But the elf still did not answer at that moment Jon decided to change tactics.

"I'll ask you one last time, if you don't answer me, I'll attack you ... Who are you?" Jon asked, but this time he used Quenya instead of Sindarin and this time there was a look of shock of the elf's face, and the sickly elf began to walk towards him.

"Stop," Jon said preparing to beat him with his stick.

"You speak Quenya," Said the elf speaking for the first time, his voice was soft but hoarse. As if he hadn't used it in a long time.

"Yes, I speak it," Jon said without letting his guard down.

"How? None I have met would speak that ancient tongue so as not to offend the Sindar ... Ancient and noble elves must have trained you in it" The elf said, surprised but happy for some reason.

"Lord Cirdan, the Lord of the Gray Havens, is my guardian and mentor and has placed my companions and me under the tutelage of many masters, while Lord Glorfindel is our weapons master," Jon said, waiting to see if the elf knew the names of those two great elves and so it was as the mysterious elf's eyes widened in surprise and he took a few steps back.

"Noble must be your lineage, son of men for the Shipbuilder and one of the heroes of the First Age to teach you," The elf said still surprised.

... Yes ... Jon thought wryly.

"Who are you?" Jon asked.

"Just someone who lives on this island while lamenting for his life and his miserable decisions ... If you don't mind telling me how did someone so valuable to Lord Cirdan get to this island? Tol Morwen does not appear on most maps and finding her is an arduous task for any navigator ... Since the Fall of Númenor I have had no visitors "the elf asked curiously.

… How long have you lived on this island? ...

"I was brought here by Lord Ulmo," Jon said and this time surprise filled the elf's face.

"Do you personally know the Lord of the Waters?" The elf asked with great reverence.

"Yes, he gave me an artefact to call him when I need his counsel... And I used it amid pain and madness, he sent me here, he said that this island was a place where I could reflect on my sorrows ... He said there was someone here "Jon said waiting for the reaction of that mysterious elf, but the shadow of a smile filled his face.

"If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to my home, to speak more calmly, because it seems to me that your story is long and complex. And actually, I would like to hear it" Said the mysterious elf who surprised Jon.

"Why should I believe what you tell me?" Jon asked suspiciously.

A sad smile filled the elf's face.

"You don't know, but it's just you and me on this island, and I would also like to have a conversation with someone after not having company for many years."

Jon sighed understanding that the elf was right. He nodded after a moment.

"Show me the way" With those words and taking one last look at the tomb of Turin Turambar, Jon began to walk silently behind the elf.

Until he came to a small camp at the entrance of a small cavern.

"We have arrived," The elf said with a whisper.

Jon arched an eyebrow at the humble state in which the elf lived, a table, chairs and wooden cutlery with a small fire in which there was a boiling pot and at the mouth of the cavern rested a harp made of wood of oak and adorned with jewels and gold, its strings seemed to shine with glittering silver. It was the only sign of his host's noble lineage.

... The fact that he has all his furniture carved in such a simple way means that he carved it himself, he has lived on this island for a long time ... Whereas that harp indicates that he is a skilled bard or at least has skill with the music...

"This is where I have resided since the Fall of Eregion at the hands of Gorthaur" The cruel one ", I recognize that my home is simple and humble, if you want to clean yourself there is a stream of water in there, but I ask you not to use the small pond in deep in the cavern because it is the only source of natural water. "The elf said, pulling Jon out of his thoughts.

"For such a small island, it has a great deal of game and water," Jon said surprised.

"Hardly, in ancient times this island was part of a large region, but most of it is now under the waves," Said the elf, lost in his memories.

"Beleriand, if I know the whole history of the First Era, this island was originally called Cabed-en-Aras, a gorge over which the river Teiglin emptied its waters and where Túrin Turambar killed Glaurung," The father of all the Dragons, "Said Jon.

"I see that you know the history of the world, that stream of water that I told you about acts as the" veins "of this island, providing sustenance for the trees and other plants here, that stream comes from the now submerged Taeglin River."

Jon was impressed by his host's knowledge of the island ... Only the elves who had lived during the age of the trees would have such knowledge.

... This elf is ancient, I have no doubt about that, the way he reacted when he heard me speak Quenya indicates that he had not heard it in a long time which may mean that he even lived in the times when King Thingol had forbidden it in Beleriand ...

"I thank you for your hospitality, but I would like to know the name of my host ... But I'm sure you won't answer me, I don't know your reasons, but it seems that you carry a great burden ... So I'll wait for you to decide to tell me."

"I thank you for your words along with the fact that you do not try to force me to reveal my identity and if it is not a great inconvenience, I will ask you to continue speaking Quenya because I have not heard my native tongue for many centuries," The elf said eagerly.

... Native Tongue? ... That means he was born in Valinor and that means he is a Noldor who came from Aman after the Darkening of Valinor ... He also tells me that Quenya is his native language is ... If he wants to keep his identity a secret, that's careless on his part, but why did he want to keep it a secret? Was he part of the Fëanor army? Did he participate in the Slaughter of Alqualondë?, If so, it makes sense that he wants to remain hidden but ... I feel like I'm solving a puzzle and he's subtly giving me the pieces ...

"As you wish ... My name is ... Well, everyone calls me Jon Snow, I come from Westeros" Jon said as the elf made a confused expression.

"Westeros? I have never heard of that region in my entire existence. " The elf said, bringing one of his emaciated hands to his chin.

"It is part of the Outer Lands" Jon clarified in front of the impressed elf.

"The surprises of this day do not end, if you are from those strange lands, you came here by permission of the High King, and you said that you were brought by Lord Ulmo in addition to being the protégé of Lord Cirdan and trained by Glorfindel. That means you are destined for great things young Lord… "The elf said bowing to Jon.

"That's what they told me ... But I don't understand Lord Manwë's designs despite studying and training incessantly for two years" Jon's words made the elf laugh.

"The greatest sages of Valinor have studied for thousands of years and are no closer to understanding the will of the Great King than when they began, better to not be overwhelmed by it, continue training and preparing to meet the expectations that are had of you."

Jon nodded with a sigh, and his host offered him one of the wooden chairs to sit on.

. "I'll go make some tea, and you can tell me your whole story," The elf said kindly and Jon gave a slight smile at the thought of trying something hot.

After a few minutes of waiting, Jon watched as his host prepared a warm herbal tea that comforted him and began to tell him his whole story, for he certainly had nothing else to do with his time and his host did not seem to have anything better to do. Then listen.

Jon told him the whole history of Westeros, its history and eventual conquest by the Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, as well as some of the wonders that are there such as the Citadel or The Wall, also what the history of the House knew Stark and House Targaryen finally got to the point of telling about the decadent and erratic rule of the "Mad King" and the rebellion that followed when his parents Rhaegar and Lyanna eloped.

... My grandfather, who burned my other grandfather alive with my uncle ... And my parents who do not care about anything other than their romance ... Jon thought with disgust.

The elf remained impassive at all times listening carefully without interrupting Jon only putting surprise and pain in his eyes when Jon told him about the brutal looting of King's Landing and how the Targaryen Dynasty was annihilated and deposed, then he told him his own story how he was raised as a bastard by his uncle to protect him from the wrath of his mother's fiancee and the new king of Westeros, Robert Baratheon, the life he had in Winterfell alongside his cousins Robb, Sansa and Arya until his "Father" sent him to foster House Tyrell in part to keep him from being mistreated by his bitch of an aunt.

He also told the elf about his friendship with Loras and his relationship with his sister Margaery, how he reunited with his family at King's Landing after years apart, the beginning of the War of the Five Kings, and how the king he had sworn to protect had been slain by his brother, the betrayal of his first love and how he and his companions Loras and Robar were called to Middle Earth by the king of the Valar to join the ranks of the faithful, as they went to rescue Arianne and Daenerys. During the process, they also met Queen Rhaella, Princess Rhaenys, and Ladies Shiera Seastar and Ashara Dayne who travelled with them as well.

He also told him the way in which Lord Ulmo presented himself to him and his companions and instructed them in the history of Arda and gave them valuable gifts among which were Ringil, Narya, the axe of Tuor and the Conch that served to call him.

Hearing of such gifts, the elf was clearly shocked and eagerly gestured to Jon to continue his story.

Jon put on a smile and told him how he and the others came to the Gray Havens and how Lord Cirdan became his guardian and mentor and Glorfindel his weapons master, how they had studied and trained relentlessly he also told him about his journey to Khazan -Dûm and his first fight against a horde of orcs.

"I have never been in one of the mansions of the" Sons of Aulë ", but before I exiled myself to this island, I had heard that they were a sight to behold," The elf said with some longing in his eyes.

... There he is again, he said he exiled himself to this island, that means he is punishing himself for something ... Jon thought carefully.

He also spoke about his newfound gifts, his immunity to fire and finally, Jon recounted how they went to the Court of King Gil-galad and met the Lords of the Noldor, how Jon found out that he was a skin-changer and when he displayed his immunity to fire queen Rhaella broke down and revealed their shared blood and how in a fit of madness he summoned Lord Ulmo and jumped into the sea.

"And that's my tale…" Jon said, taking the rest of his cup of tea while his host pondered his tale. Sighing after a few moments.

"You've had an interesting life," He said, sipping his tea.

"I guess that's one way of putting it… but you know what's the worst?" Jon asked, letting out his frustration.

"What?"

"To know how I was conceived ... My father abandoned his wife and children, insulted a Great Lord of the kingdom by stealing his fiancee while he was married, my mother ... She was a girl, willful, impulsive, reckless and it turns out that In the end, she was also selfish, her betrothed had many defects. Still, doing her duty and marrying him was so horrible she runs off with a married man and causes the death of my grandfather and uncle in the ensuing chaos? ... How can I go ahead knowing what I know about them, knowing that for it to be conceived ... Thousands died, including my father's legitimate wife "Said Jon looking at his cup thinking about the horrible fate of Princess Elia, while his host looked at him with understanding.

"Jon, believe it or not, I know what it feels like to be dragged by the actions of a father," Said the elf looking at him with compassion.

"Truly?" Jon asked in amazement.

"I also once had a selfish father, I had implacable, proud and even ruthless brothers who only wanted to please him. I also wanted to please my father, because despite his defects, he was my father and I loved him, my brothers too. But our similarities end here ... You were just a baby. You did not ask to come to this world what your parents have done, you aren't responsible for their stupidity ... I was already an elf of considerable age. I had a wife, I could make my own decisions, and I decided to follow my father and brothers in a crusade doomed to failure, I always had my doubts, I wanted to refuse many times, but my love for my family as well as my own weakness prevented me ... Therefore I am as guilty as they are "said his host taking the rest of his tea.

"It seems to me that we should both sleep ... It's already dark," The elf said to a surprised Jon who looked at the now dark and starry sky.

"But how?"

"Your story was very long and time passes quickly," The elf replied.

"Very good. I appreciate it .. "

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"I have not slept in a bed for centuries ... But this is almost as good" Said the elf preparing a makeshift bed of sheets for Jon inside the cavern.

"That's enough," Jon said unfazed as he recalled the difficulties he, Loras and Robar went through while fleeing from Stannis Baratheon.

"Try to rest Jon ... Do not make yours the evils of your parents," Said the mysterious elf.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Jon said grateful for the conversation they had and that this strange elf allowed him to vent his sorrows.

Jon leaned back on the very comfortable sheet bed and closed his eyes for a moment.

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He found himself again in that silver city, Tirion, there he saw Lady Galadriel listening to a charming elf with a fierce expression that spoke with such bearing, and charisma that for a few moments Jon felt the desire to follow him but then he remembered that those words hid anger and pain, nothing good would come out of them but those who did not know it listened spellbound.

Fëanor, that elf was Fëanor, his uncle ... And next to him were his seven sons, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Curufin, Caranthir, Amrod and Amras.

"Why should we wait for the Valar to act? It has already been shown that they only care about the younger races who have not yet taken their first breaths ... Let's go to Middle Earth, we establish our own kingdoms beyond the reach of the Valar and we shall all be kings in our own right "Féanor said with his silver tongue, and to his shame, his words made a burning desire sprout inside him.

To rule a kingdom under his aegis was a desire that arose from the bottom of his heart ... But he did not wish to reject the Valar, but at that moment everything became silent, his uncle and his cousins had drawn their swords.

Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean,

brood of Morgoth or bright Valar,

Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,

Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,

neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,

dread nor danger, not Doom itself,

shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin,

whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,

finding keepeth or afar casteth

a Silmaril. This swear we all:

death we will deal him ere Day's ending,

woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou,

Eru Allfather! To the everlasting

Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.

On the holy mountain hear in witness

and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

A feeling of horror-filled his being when he heard and understood the dire consequences that that oath was going to have, and one by one he observed his uncle and all his offspring, starting with Meadheros who's hair shone like fire until he reached the last who was the calmest of the seven. He who looked mournful, He had more of his mother Nerdanel's gentle spirit than any of his brothers had allowed himself to be carried away by his father's madness.

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Jon woke up suddenly still confused by the disturbing dream he had, put a hand to his forehead trying to assimilate what he saw.

... I'm sure that was not a vision, it was a memory ... One of Lady Galadriel's memories ... Those were Fëanor and his children when they pronounced their oath ... But that last one was ...

Jon was partly stunned by surprise at finally learning his host's identity as a scolding himself for not finding out sooner, despite all indications.

The only son of Fëanor who showed a true talent for music and poetry, and the most compassionate of all but the weakest and most manipulable and the only one who survived the end of the First Age and according to legend still roamed the shores of the world, singing laments for their despair and sorrow.

"Maglor…" Jon said in a whisper.

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The next morning Jon didn't know how to confront his host after finding out his identity. Jon was tasked with catching breakfast, and apparently, Maglor was in charge of taking care of the birds that came to the island, feeding and curing them as needed.

Jon knew that this tension would sooner or later come to a head and he needed to talk about it, he just didn't know how to deal with it.

"Jon…" Maglor said without looking up.

"Yes?"

"You've been staring at me all day like you want to tell me something, but you don't have the courage… You know that, right" Maglor asked sadly.

"Yes, I know you are Maglor, son of Feanor…"

"It took you longer than I expected ... What gave me away?"

"Nothing, I knew that you should have accompanied Fëanor from Aman and that you suffered like everyone else the Curse of Mandos and that you must have committed terrible acts to prefer exile rather than return to Aman ... But I only discovered your true identity because I saw you in one of Lady Galadriel's memories "Young Westerosi said with a solemn voice.

"I know her as Artanis an eternal beauty... Now what will you do?" Maglor said, turning to look at Jon.

Jon just looked at him confused but only shrugged as he had no grudge against Maglor.

"Nothing ..." was Jon's reply and Maglor raised one of his eyebrows.

"Nothing? ... Aren't you repulsed by me?" The old elf asked.

"No, you never did anything to me, and you actually showed me kindness when we met yesterday ... I see in your whole being, the regret, the pain and the guilt, I shall not judge you ... Although I wish I did not know the things I learned from you ... From your father and your brothers, "Jon said remorsefully.

But Maglor only smiled, it was the first full and sincere smile Jon had ever seen from him, it was as if he was once again the young and lively elf of Lady Galadriel's memories.

"Thank you for not condemning me as many others did before and after the sinking of Beleriand ... Although I cannot blame you ... I sealed my fate when I swore that wretched oath, which now torments me like the weight of my years... In that case, I will present myself ... I am Maglor, my father was Fëanor, and my mother is Nerdanel "The Wise One" I am the last survivor of the House of Fëanor "He said making a slight bow.

Jon was only surprised at Maglor's courtesy but smiled and appreciated his gesture.

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In the following days, Jon got to know Maglor, his life in Aman and also about the regions of the Blessed Kingdom such as the "Pastures of Yavanna" and the "Gardens of Lorien", as well as was the island of Tol Eressa, Jon was delighted to listen to all that Maglor had to say about the land of Aman and came to believe that after spending many years in exile the ancient elf was delighted to have someone to talk to and answered all the questions with joy.

... But I won't be here long ... five weeks and I'll have to go back ...

However, Maglor also recounted the battles and tragedies of the First Age, both the victories and the crushing defeats they suffered at the hands of Morgoth and his dark armies, at no point did he try to hide what he and his brothers caused along the way. Of the First Age but it was still difficult for him to talk about it, he seemed to fear that if he did, Jon would change his mind about him and disown him, but Maglor did not want to lie to him, so he told him through tears about the second and third killings between brothers.

"My brothers Caranthir, Celegorm and Curufin were the ones who had the idea to ransack the kingdom of Dior to claim the Silmaril that their parents recovered. Celegorm and Curufin denied it, but I know that they also wanted revenge for the humiliation they suffered at the hands of their parents, to be expelled from Nargothrond after their attempt to usurp his throne was discovered, to be defeated by Beren and that Lúthien preferred him instead. From to Celegorm, Maedhros was undecided because he hoped to find a diplomatic solution, and I did not wish to shed any more blood. But in the end, the temperament of Curufin and Caranthir prevailed along with our selfish desire to be free from the oath, was stronger than our reason. .. And we shed the blood of our people again "he said through tears, overwhelmed by remorse.

Jon didn't know what to say to ease Maglor's burden or give him any comfort if that could be possible.

"The third massacre was the most infamous of the three. And the most tragic, Maedhros and I were already desperate to free ourselves from that oath when we learned that Elwing the daughter of Dior and Nimloth had survived and married Earendil, the son of Tuor and Idril, we tried to recover the jewel without violence. We begged her to return it to us. But it was in vain, she held a great deal of hatred towards my father. But neither Maedhros nor I killed her parents and when we found out what happened to her brothers, we tried to find them ... But it was useless "

Jon was silent as he listened to the story from Maglor's point of view when news that the necklace of the Dwarves the Nauglamír, bore one of the Silmarils, was in Dior's hands prompted Maglor and his brothers to attack Menegroth. Dior and his wife Nimloth were killed and their sons Eluréd and Elurín were captured (ironically their daughter Elwing escaped with the Silmaril). Celegorm's servants took the two children into the forest and starved them to death. Upon learning of such an atrocity, Maedhros regretted and searched for the two but never found them and their fate thus far remains unknown.

... That was unjustifiably cruel ... Jon though sadly at the thought of those children.

"That third slaughter was my greatest shame, I could no longer bear the oath that I made with my father, but I could not break it. However, I found some peace in taking care of the children of Eärendil and Elwing, Elrond and Elros, I could not allow that Another situation like Eluréd and Elurín was repeated, so I took them under my wing and tried to raise them the best I could, I never knew if they really appreciated me. Still, for my part I came to love them as if they were my own children, but I left them leaving when we fought in the "War of Wrath" was the last time I saw them, then my brother and I tried one last and insane attempt to retrieve our father's Silmarils, I tried to convince him to take advantage of the Valar's forgiveness and return to Valinor to accept the judgment of Manwë ... But I again let myself be carried away by the desire to fulfil my oath and only Eonwë's mercy saved our lives ... We ended up discovering that we became unworthy of those sacred jewels, I still remember the anguish I felt when I touched it ... It still burns me at night along with the despair I felt when I threw it into the sea."

Jon did not say anything because the words would not help cope with such a bitter and deeply rooted grief, Jon could only listen in silence to Maglor's story while he cried for the family he lost and those he slew.

"I met Lord Elrond in the Court of King Gil-galad, he is married to a noble Lady named Celebrian and is powerful among elves and men, I only met him once ... But he seems to be fine" Jon said hoping that when to hear from his adopted son Maglor would be glad for a moment.

Apparently so because for a brief moment an expression of joy shone through his grief.

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Later in the week while they were eating the fish they had caught, Jon felt like playing a song and borrowed his harp from his host, who, intrigued, asked if he was also a singer.

"Yes, occasionally I sing for my friends and the great Lords of the Gray Havens, everyone seems to like my songs, I even discovered that in" The Ballad of Leithian "there is a hidden song," He said with pride while Maglor did not hide his surprise.

"Did you discover the song?" He asked, surprised.

"Do you know her?" Asked the young man from the North, equally surprised.

"Yes, I discovered it in a moment of leisure while reading the poem, although I have never sung it", Maglor said, finishing his meal.

"In that case let me sing," said Jon willing to show his skill to a legendary minstrel like Maglor and the son of Fëanor lent him his harp enthusiastically. And after clearing his voice, Jon began to sing the song of Beren and Lúthien to Maglor who was listening intently, until Jon finished satisfied with his performance but to his surprise, Maglor did not seem impressed at all, in fact, it seemed as if he was studying his performance.

"Any good?" Jon asked impatiently.

"You have a wonderful voice and a great talent, there is no doubt about that… But, you don't adjust your voice to the verses of your song, that causes a certain pitch when you change verses, and that's also why you grow tired quickly ... You need practice, "Maglor said as if he were a teacher teaching a student.

On the other hand, Jon was surprised because no one had ever told him that he was out of tune in his songs, not even Lord Cirdan and Glorfindel, Maglor's words were a hard blow to Jon's pride as a singer, but he decided to silently accept Maglor's advice.

"Could you teach me? Jon asked a surprised Maglor who nodded with a smile after thinking about it for a minute.

"Why not? But I warn you, I am ... "

"A strict teacher, yes, they have already told me several times," Said a resigned Jon at Maglor's laugh when he saw his expression.

During the following weeks Jon studied music and poetry with Maglor who seemed genuinely happy to pass on his knowledge to an envoy of the Valar, he taught him that a singer must have great skill in poetry as many times poems can be transformed into songs, as demonstrated by "The Ballad of Leithian" so that Jon was practising half the day his skills as a poet and singer and the other half practising with a wooden stick and jogging along the beach.

Between some of his poetry and singing lessons, Maglor made him read a book of poems, in other lessons, Jon himself had to write his own poems, the experience was strangely enriching since Jon had never imagined himself as a poet, but little by little he wrote more and more beautiful verses following his teacher instruction.

One of the most important moments of his lessons was when Maglor, despite his initial resignation, lent him a letter with a song he had written ... The Noldolantë, which means "The fall of the Noldor", the poems and songs tell of the events in which Jon's mentor was involved, Fëanor's rebellion against the Valar, the massacre at Alqualondë, and the subsequent exile of the Noldor in Middle-earth.

Jon was moved to tears, not only because of the tragedy it spoke of but also because of Maglor's talent for words.

Finally, in the singing classes, he was corrected continuously by Maglor to learn to control his voice and not lose even a little bit when singing or damage his voice as happened in Khazan-Dum.

After two weeks of practice, Jon started writing his own poem in hopes of turning it into a song ... And he knew he would make a poem for the ages.

But despite everything that had happened in Tol Morwen Jon had not forgotten the reason why Ulmo sent him to that island, he had been shocked to discover that he was a Targaryen (or a Targaryen bastard) and had slept with his half-sister and his aunt had claimed his first kisses and his virginity ... And yet Jon didn't regret it (although a part of him knew he should).

For nights he had missed passionate encounters with Arianne and squeezing her huge mounds, and Rhaenys's ferocity in bed with her screaming and sweet kisses from Daenerys when she tried to impress him.

The reason for not regretting wanting his sister and aunt in addition to Arianne is because he fell in love with them or just because of their Targaryen blood? Jon didn't know, he just knew that he missed them… And that he didn't plan to give up on any of them.

... Then I made up my mind, there is no point in continuing to regret what I did since I don't even regret it in the first place ...

Jon decided that although he will regret having slept with his half-sister and his aunt he could no longer stay away from them ... He loved them almost as much as Arianne, he wanted them by his side ... Forever, since they were his.

Jon was shocked by that last thought, he had never been possessive.

... maybe it's my Targaryen blood. Targaryens are conquerors, it's time I started acting like one ...

He felt rage and sadness knowing who his mother was, what caused her recklessness and selfishness behaviour and learning that he was the product of it and also discovering who his real father was ... Everyone in the seven kingdoms, spoke of the honourable and dashing Rhaegar Targaryen and how he would have made an excellent king... If only they only knew.

Jon knew that his Tol Morwen time is running out and although he was apprehensive about what would happen when he returned to Harlond, Jon had decided to face his demons and not be tormented by them, in the end, Maglor's words rang true, Jon's parents' mistakes were not his Unless he wanted to take them as his own. Something he was not willing to do.

As for the three princesses who had fallen into his bed ... well, Jon wouldn't force them to stay with him, he wasn't a rapist, but he knew his heart would break if Rhaenys and Daenerys left him, he really hoped they didn't mind the Targaryen custom.

His incestuous selfishness amused him.

As for Sansa and Arya ... He would always take care of them, as they were the only sisters he had ever known, he had already failed them in the past, and I swear it would not happen again even if they no longer shared the same father ... Jon will protect them with his last breath if need be ... The truth about his parentage wouldn't change that.

The only problem was that Jon did not know how to approach his grandmother ... Rhaella Targaryen, now completely understood why she had been so kind and warm in the last days before leaving to meet King Gil-galad, She was his grandmother, and he had no idea how to accept her as such, Jon never expected to have a grandmother in his life, the closest thing to a grandmother he had was old Nan, he should be happy ... But no, he didn't know how to feel at that moment since no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the Mad King's wife as his grandmother.

Having decided that his kinship would not affect his relationships with his lovers or family Jon continued what he had been doing for the last few hours, he spent the day near the Stone of the Unfortunate writing his poem, it was undoubtedly a very painstaking self-imposed task considering who he wanted to impress, but still, Jon wished for his mentor's approval before he put the words to verse.

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Finally, the day came when Jon had to leave Tol Morwen, he had tried to convince Maglor to accompany him to Lindon. Still, Fëanor's son refused because he stated he would not leave the island save for the end of days or receive the Judgment of Manwë, something that did not seem possible since by their own actions they had gained the ire of the Valar.

"Do not worry about my Jon, I wrote my destiny long ago not having the strength to deny the acts of my father and my brothers, now worry about yourself?" He said, placing his hands on Jon's shoulders.

"I still have a hard time accepting my origins," Jon said sincerely.

"Probably yes, but remember that you are not responsible for what your parents did, do not make their mistakes yours ... Or you could have an ending like mine," Maglor said compassionately.

"Thank you ... Now I understand why Lord Ulmo sent me to this island, he was right, Tol Morwen is not only a place of tragedy and mourning. Also of reflection ... And acceptance" Jon said looking back, observing for the last once the tomb of Turin Turambar.

"The time has come for us to part, I am glad we met if, by the grace of Valar I am grateful because now my burden and my loneliness have been alleviated a little and you accepted who you are, you are an exceptional young man, and I have no doubt that you will fulfil the task that Manwë has assigned you, you just have to keep preparing yourself ", said Maglor with tears in his eyes and a smile of sad pride.

"Thank you for your words ... Master. Now, if you don't mind, before Lord Ulmo takes me back to Harlond I would like to recite my poem ... I finished it" Jon said with a smile.

Maglor only laughed for a few moments.

"Please, I was beginning to believe that I would not have the pleasure," He said, sitting down on the grass.

Jon cleared his voice and begun to recite his verses:

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 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.

In the end, Jon waited for his teacher's reaction and was surprised to see Maglor cry, but not from sadness or remorse but from joy.

"That was beautiful, you chose Eärendil. I didn't expect it" Maglor said in amazement.

"I thought it was time to contribute to his story, but my goal is to turn this poem into a song," said Jon excitedly.

"You will make it, I know it, and it's a shame I'm not there to listen to it, but that's the way it is ... Now take this" Maglor said pulling out the same text from the Noldolantë that Jon used to study.

"Teacher?" Jon asked, confused.

"It's the original, it's the one I wrote ... I want you to keep it," Maglor said through tears.

"But ... It's precious, I can't accept it," Jon said, surprised by the gift.

"Jon, for a long time I have been on this island with my loneliness, regrets and sadness as companions ... This song helped me to cope with that, but it also reminded me constantly, but now thanks to you I have the memory of the friendship that we built here, in front of this grave secluded from the world ... I no longer need this song, so I would like you to keep it," Maglor said with sincerity.

Jon touched by the words of Maglor, nodded and put the text in his clothes.

... Despite Maglor's reputation, his talents for music and poetry have never been matched ... This chant written in his own handwriting may not be a piece of jewellery or an antique weapon, but it is still precious...

"Now it is better that we eat and then I will accompany you to the beach. I would like to see a Valar again" Maglor said with a smile.

Jon just nodded with a sad smile. And he left with his mentor after taking a long look at the Stone of the Unfortunate as he felt it would be the last time he would see it in a long time.

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Both Jon and Maglor arrived at the beach after eating, and Westerosi was impatient for the arrival of the Lord of the Waters because although he had come to appreciate Maglor's company, he wanted to return to his sisters, friends and his loves.

Finally, after a few minutes, the sea stirred, generating a vast whirlpool from which appeared the enormous and glorious figure of Lord Ulmo. Seeing him both Jon and Maglor knelt before him with respect and reverence.

"Lord Ulmo ..." Jon said respectfully.

... No matter how many times I see him emerge from the waters ... Seeing Lord Ulmo always leaves me speechless ...

Ulmo, seeing them, nodded.

"Jon ... Maglor," He said in a soft voice, hearing the Valar pronounce his name, the last son of Fëanor looked up.

"Lord Ulmo, I ..." Maglor said nervously not knowing what to say to the Vala.

"Be a peace Maglor ... I know what you want to tell me, but it is not necessary, you have remained in exile on this island for many centuries with your sorrows and remorse for company, I knew that by bringing Jon here, at least for a short time, you would be serious. able to rest from them while you helped him accept his lineage."

"Knowing that it helps to complete his plans brings joy to my weary and sick heart," Maglor said genuinely happy.

"I'm glad to hear that ... Unfortunately I cannot abolish your exile from Valinor, that can only be done by the High King," Said the Lord of the Waters feeling sympathy for the sad elf who sighed resignedly.

"I know, I still keep in my heart the hope of seeing my home and my mother again ... Who I should never have left alone ... Even so, I thank him for the opportunity to meet this young man ... He will be someone extraordinary, "Maglor said convinced of Jon's greatness.

"Yes, it will. In time ... Well, Jon ... How are you feeling now?" Said the Lord of the Waters waiting for Westerosi's response.

"I am better ... I have come to accept that I am a Targaryen, that the man whom I respected and loved like a father was my uncle.

I just can't forget that I am the product of my betrayal and selfishness. Parents. Thanks to Lord Maglor, I have learned not to allow that to define me. It's just that I still ... I'm upset about it, outraged ... And I don't want to be, I want to leave it behind ... but it's like a cancerous rot in my heart, "Jon said with pity.

The Lord of the Waters put a smile on his face, one that expressed sadness and pride alike.

"If you feel that way that means bringing you here was the right thing to do, Jon. I told you the story of the City of Gondolin when we first met ... Do you remember how their misfortune started?" Ulmo asked seriously.

"Yes, that was when Maeglin was discovered ..." Jon started to recount the tale but stopped when he saw the Valar's expression. Then he realized that he was wrong ... Gondolin's misfortune was not brought by Maeglin but by his mother ... Aredhel.

... The sister of King Turgon, she was the one who initiated the Fall of Gondolin by deceiving her brother and going in search of the "Sons of Fëanor", by recklessly moving away from the path that her brother indicated Aredhel initiated a chain of events which led to the birth of Maeglin and the destruction of Gondolin as well as the death of Aredhel's own brother, King Turgon and many innocents ... Only because of the selfishness and impulsiveness of the Lady ... Maeglin's actions consummated the curse. Still, it was his mother who started its effects ... Just as my mother betrayed and disgraced my family by refusing to marry Robert Baratheon preferring instead to elope with a married man with a wife and children, causing my uncle and grandfather to be murdered by my other insane grandfather ... Unleashing a war that caused the fall of House Targaryen and their eventual exile from Westeros ... And thousands of deaths ... Just because she didn't want to do her duty ...

"No. it was not Maeglin, it was his mother, Aredhel. She betrayed her brother by breaking his promise, just as my mother Lyanna betrayed her family and her betrothed by running away with a married man, causing my grandfather to Rickard and my uncle Brandon was killed by my other grandfather the Mad King in addition to causing Westeros to bleed "Jon said wistfully. While Ulmo sighed sadly and nodded and Maglor felt compassion for Jon.

"Yes, I see that your mind is sharp as always, although at this moment that brings pain and sadness ... Yes, it is just as you said.

The story of your mother Lyanna Stark and that of the White Lady of the Noldor Aredhel is very similar in its beginning and consequences. That is why I asked you and your companions to pay attention to the City of Gondolin's history, I hoped that you would be. More receptive to accept the story of your birth if you knew the history from Aredhel ... But I see that it was like that, even so, you have recovered from your misery for the most part. That is the important thing, nothing will change your past, but only you can change your future, you can decide to cling to the past, and the actions of your parents ... Or you carve your own path ... As given to you by Eru," The Valar said with authority.

Jon listened to Ulmo's words in surprise, and after closing his eyes tightly and clenching his fists, he sighed.

"My mentor Maglor told me the same, and his words reached my spirit, please let me answer him, in the same way, Lord Ulmo," said Jon staring at the Aratar who, intrigued, nodded.

"I have no intention of being dragged down by the sins of my parents, I shall follow my own path, not theirs ... May they and those who helped them in their escape find the reward or punishment they deserve in Mandos according to the decision of Lord Manwë and Lord Namo."

Jon's words filled Ulmo and Maglor with pride and satisfaction as the young warrior really made the most of his time in Tol Morwen.

"In that case Jon I think you can return to your family and friends," Said the Lord of the Waters satisfied with Jon's spiritual growth.

"Will you take me?" Jon said excitedly.

"No, unfortunately, Manwë will take care of it," Lord Ulmo said with a slight annoyance in his voice.

"What does it mean?" Jon asked. But Maglor focused his eyes on the sky.

"Something is coming from the sky ..." Maglor said in surprise.

A winged figure was getting closer and closer to the beach and getting larger to the point where Jon for a moment, mistook it for a lion for a dragon.

"But what is that?" Jon asked when he saw the majestic creature that was above them.

It was a fearsome beast with the heads of an eagle and the body of a tiger with massive feathered wings. It had a hooked beak that looked as if it could sever a man's limb. Its claws, which were reminiscent of a hawk's talons, were the length of swords and looked incredibly sharp.

When Maglor saw it, he approached the extraordinary animal fascinated.

"Oh, if my eyes deceive me. It is one of the mythical gryphons of the Great King" The elf said without words.

"A Gryphon?" Jon asked confused until he remembered that the Connington House crest shows two griffons battling charged by pale red and white.

"This is one of the most mysterious animals there is, it was sung together by Manwë and Yavanna in Great Music. But only Manwë has a full understanding of what they do in the world. They are magnificent animals ... But reserved, Seeing a gryphon. It is an extremely rare event since normally they only appear before Manwë, with Thorondor being the Lord of the "Great Eagles" and his offspring who are closest to the Children of Ilúvatar "Said Lord Ulmo.

Jon just stared wordlessly at the magnificent animal who stared at him penetratingly as if he was judging if he was friend or prey, but in the end, the gryphon lowered and tilted its head indicating Jon to ride it.

"Do you want me to ride you?" Jon asked, surprised.

"Yes, the High King decided to send this gryphon to take you back to Lindon, it is strange indeed since one of the Great Eagles would have been easier to accept ... But Manwë ordered it, so we must fulfil his designs, "Ulmo said solemnly.

"Do it Jon ... A great honour has been granted to you" Maglor staring at the beast in wonder.

Jon nervously nodded and mounted the gryphon who wanted to play a joke on the human by taking flight very fast, but Jon did not fall or scream to the gryphons annoyance.

"The gryphon sent by the King of Arda will take you back to Harlond Jon, you know the way," said Ulmo looking at the animal reproachfully being fully aware of what he tried to do, seeing the gaze of the Lord of the Waters, the gryphon adopted a meek expression.

"Thank you for everything Lord Ulmo, please thank the High King for me ... And thank you for everything ... Master Maglor ... My heart tells me that we will see each other again" Jon said solemnly.

"Mine too Jon ... Fly free son of the wolf and the dragon," Said the elf looking at the young man with pride and satisfaction.

Jon nodded, and at that moment, the gryphon spread its wings and launched itself skyward in full view of Ulmo and Maglor who watched Jon until he was out of sight.

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Seated on his white marble throne was Manwë the king of the Valar and the Lord of Arda who had observed and listened to all that Jon did and said in Tol Morwen.

... I chose well ... Thinking of the young man from Westeros whom he had a vague vision of in Great Music as he saw fire and ice unite.

Manwë had observed the young man for most of his life, since he left his home in Winterfell and had come to Highgarden and won the love and friendship of most of those who lived there it was clear to Manwë that he was the one to bring the will of the Valar to Westeros, to help those men rise as they always should. Instead of following cruel, greedy and selfish little Lords in what they call "The Game of Thrones" ... I knew that by his blood that young man had the right to reign ... But first, he needed to cultivate, rise ... He needed to go to where the Valar's influence was still strong and point him on the right path ... They had to make sure he went to Middle Earth.

The myriad of events that they had to indirectly manipulate to create the opportunity was a problem, the most significant being planting those books in Summerhall castle so that Jon and his friends would arrive in Middle-earth at the right time, the other was getting rid. of "The Others", snow and ice demons, created inadvertently by Maias and the so-called "Children of the Forest", Yavanna's servants in Westeros to punish the ignorance of the First Men who arrived on the continent, those icy creatures had already threatened the people of Westeros and had almost exterminated them all. Still, the Valar had armed different heroes to face that threat ... But it was not enough to eradicate it.

Just as Jon had set sail for Middle-earth "The Others" started stirring, Manwë worried that this could ruin his plans for Jon, So Manwë ordered Orome to go to Westeros and kill each and every one of them, something that the Great Hunter was more than willing to do. Still, just at that moment, Tulkas appeared and asked to accompany Orome, arguing that he had no real challenge since The Great Enemy was thrown into the void.

To which Manwë agreed and between the two Valar they eradicated those icy demons so that the people of Westeros would not deal with that threat, but above all so that they would not disturb their plans for Jon.

Plans that seemed closer and closer to being realized, raising Westeros still a level of glory similar to Númenor, but this time they would make sure that the tragic history of the Atalantë does not repeat itself, Manwë like all the Valar at first was hurt and outraged by the betrayal of the Numenoreans. Still, after thinking about it calmly he realized that it was the Valar themselves who instigated this rebellion by not knowing the Men personally and only speaking with them through emissaries, they helped them through the elves to grow in power and mind, but not in spirit and therefore the worst features of his people clouded his reason and could be manipulated by Sauron.

They had forbidden them to visit the Blessed Kingdom because they feared that it would turn Men against them ... And the irony was that that prohibition was the one that turned them against them, that is the proof that even the wisest do not see all endings. But the main reason for their indifference towards men ... is that they do not know them, they do not know them at all, elves are immortal, beautiful, skilled and graceful ... They are the closest thing to the Ainur within Arda ... But men, men are clumsy, they get sick, suffer, grow old and die ... The Valar don't know how to deal with them, they really don't know it, because their " Gift" death is ultimately a mystery to them, they know that when they die they go out of Arda to an unknown place and that there they are free from pain and fatigue, also that after the Dagor Dagoath all men will return to what was Arda and sing along with the Ainur in a Second Great Music ... But that's it, not even the Valar understand or know the Gift of Men's full potential, but Manwë senses, no, he is sure that Jon will discover it, he and his friends will understand the full potential of his Gift.

As Finrod assures in his debate with Andreth, Manwë and Namo asked him about it, and the answers of the noble elf filled them with hope which was reinforced when they learned about the Second Great Music.

That is why the king of the Valar will make sure that the young man fulfils his destiny and leads the men of Westeros as Elros did with those of Númenor, but this time it will be different, Jon and his friends will carry the will of the Valar to Westeros, and they shall change the hearts and minds of the people, it will not be easy at all. But it is not impossible. And this time Manwë as Lord of Arda will make sure that things turn out well, no Dark Lord will manipulate those men as happened with Númenor.

But first, they must fulfil their destiny in Middle Earth, they also have a future here, Elendil and the Faithful are part of it, The Faithful, another group of men who failed, Elendil and his sons lead a horde of men broken and sad who have lost their home to the negligence of the Valar and the pride and fear of a tyrant, Manwë has not forgotten them ... They will be rewarded for their loyalty and courage, they will build great kingdoms in Middle-earth, and with their Help, Jon and his friends be ready to take their will to Westeros, while helping the Faithful to accomplish wonders in Middle Earth.

"For Eru ... May everything turn out well this time ... May another tragedy not be repeated," Said the King of the Valar worried about the times that will come in Middle Earth and Westeros.

Especially if the omens of Irmo are true. A shadow is approaching Westeros ... The shadow of a dragon fallen in darkness.

Notes:

Thanks again to my co-author great_red