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Finally after a Month of travel Jon and the others returned from the island of Tol Morwen after helping Maglor to return to Aman, returning to Annuminas after weeks of travelling at sea and resting at several inns along the great western road, Jon and his companions were received with high honours upon their return to the jewel of the North.

But they were quite shocked at the rapturous reception they received. The city streets were lined with banners of every crest imaginable, and the maidens tossed flowers of varying shades and hue, filling the air with a heady sweet aroma all the while bards strummed merry tunes delighting the young and old.

It was a splendid reception, with King Elendil himself leading the well-wishers; he was accompanied by members of his household as well as several dozen advisors and, of course, Jon's lady loves.

The three knight's of Arnor stood before their King and bowed in reverence after pleasantries were exchanged; Anárion recounted their tale from the voyage down the Baranduin river and the storms that nearly swallowed the ship, finally concluding his part of the tale with the meeting of Maglor.

The Court of Annúminas, as well as the Westerosi Ladies, listened to Anárion with wonder and excitement even more so when he revealed that they were aided by the Valar when the tale turned to the last son of Fëanor, Anárion thought Jon should speak as he was a dear friend to the Lord of bards and it was him who guided the great singer to the blessed isle.

With a smile and not hiding his satisfaction and joy, Jon told of how the great mariners had aided him in construction a ship of great beauty able to cross the straight path to the blessed lands of Valinor.

Jon gave his King the plans for the Nénar oira, and Elendil gazed in awe at the extraordinary ship that young Westerosi built with the aid of his mariners.

Elendil was so impressed by the ship's plans that for a few moments, he heard the call of white and gulls, and the love of the sea capture his heart once more.

Jon told them about his arrival on the blessed island and reuniting with Maglor together with Lord Glorfindel and Lady Írimë, who was finally able to meet her nephew after thousands of years and immediately began to work on the ship that would carry the lord of bards to Valinor.

Jon soon reached the part where the ship was finished and prepared to sail; they received a sign from the Valar in the form of a great eagle of clouds and a mighty clap of thunder; many had thought the Elder king was showing his displeasure and wished for Maglor to remain in exile.

All the inhabitants of Arnor who heard Jon's account were alarmed when they believed that they had provoked the wrath of the Valar, but Jon reassured everyone when he told them about the path of starlight that formed in the sea along with the appearance of the gentle sea breeze that propelled the sails of the Nénar oira guiding Maglor to the blessed realm where he may atone for his crimes and live out his days in peace and quiet.

Everyone listened enraptured and nearly moved to tears at the mention of the elder king, guiding the last son of Fëanor home; it was truly heartening to hear of the mercy of the Aratar.

Finally, Jon concluded his tale with the departure of Maglor, it was then King Elendil, along with the men of Arnor, cheered with jubilation praising the skill of their great mariners who had achieved a feat that shall never be rivalled, a ship built entirely by the hands of the second-born had sailed to the blessed realm.

When being praised in such a way, both Jon and Robar were embarrassed by such praise, but Loras revealed in the praise as the pride of Tyrell ran hot through him still, which earned him annoyed glances from his brothers in arms and Jon's lovers much to the Amusement of Elendil and his son.

Finally, after Jon finished telling his whole story, King Elendil, who had already anticipated the success of his knights, prepared everything necessary for a great feast and ordered a party of extraordinary magnificence to be held in fair Annúminas to celebrate the construction of Nénar oira and the return of the brave knights and mariners who had won great prestige for men.

At that moment, Jon revealed the gift he received from his mentor, a golden harp clasped with fine gems with strings of silver thread upon its limbs were depictions of songbirds and flowers, the same one that he had been saving to play when they returned to Annúminas.

Seeing the exquisite golden harp in Jon's hands, Shiera, along with King Elendil and the scholars of the court, were immediately able to recognize the sublime and magnificent craftsmanship of the High Elves of the West, and Jon tearfully told them that it was Maglor's final gift to him for his friendship and having freed him from his self-exile.

Everyone was truly excited such a kingly gift was a sign of Jon's worth, and remembering Glorfindel's previous words that Jon, despite being mortal, was perhaps the greatest bard in Middle-Earth; King Elendil asked Jon to serenade them during the feast so that they may judge his talents themselves which caused murmurs of excitement from Arnor's maids to fill the great hall.

That was a pleasant surprise for Jon because although he wanted to rest from his adventure by falling into his soft bed, he knew that he could not despise his King's kindness and wanted to play the beautiful harp that his teacher gave him in front of the Court. And Jon, despite his weariness, agreed, It had been months since he had entertained the court of Arnor, and he has missed the comforts of hearth and home as he toiled to build the sacred ship Jon knew he would be quite busy in the coming days and so began a truly magnificent party.

Jon began to sing in front of the whole party and to the surprise of his lady loves his singing was even more splendid than before. Jon's voice was as sweet as a summers breeze and rang clear through the high halls. And soon, the halls were filled with the splendour of music and the tears of young maidens.

But even so, not everything was bliss and happiness in the city of Elendil because Jon's lovers and cousins noticed the mixture of joy and sadness on their beloved's face and understood that he was saddened that he would never see Maglor again. Despite his humility and might, Jon was still a mortal man and mortals were not allowed to enter the Kingdom of the Valar unless by the will of Lord Manwë, and none had earned such an honour since the elder days.

Therefore, the beautiful Ladies of Westeros waited until their beloved freed himself from the many sycophantic knights and noble admirers who were eager to hear more tales of Tol Morwen, they wished to retire to their chambers so that they may converse with their love away from the prying eyes of the court.

But what they most wanted at that time was to have him in their beds ... It had been a difficult few months without Jon ... And they do not know how much more they would endure without their beloved dragon kissing them and praising their beauty at night, their lovemaking illuminated by the light of the Spring moon.

But they decided to be patient, and as they had already done during the first party they had in Annúminas, they danced incessantly with Jon to dissuade the inevitable and annoying suitors from trying to take what was solely theirs, which was a challenging task as it seemed that Arnor's maidens seemed unwilling to give up trying to get Jon's attention, though fortunately, Írimë lent her aid and the otherwordly beauty of Fingolfin's sister was able to keep at bay Most of Arnor's maidens. Still, there were some who would not be so easily intimidated and much to the annoyance of the women of Westeros, they were left with no choice but to let Jon grant these young upstarts a dance.

Needless to say, Jon had a hectic and challenging night just finding rest as lady after lady approached him for dance, all the while trying to control the ire of his lovers that his cousins seemed to have joined, especially Sansa, who just watched him with great coldness as he danced with the noble daughters of Annúminas all to the great amusement of Loras, Robar and Anárion.

Seeing his beloved cousin look at him in such a cruel way that he shuddered as if a fell magic had gripped his heart.

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The celebration lasted for the rest of the day and well into the night until finally, the party had to end, and when everyone began to leave Jon, who was weary from his journey, the incessant dancing and from serenading the court for hours, Jon desperately sought solitude hoping to be apart from everyone, including his Ladies ... Jon loved each of them more than words could express... But he was too exhausted, too exhausted and just wanted to sleep; the expression they had when they saw it after months apart was akin to predators about to pounce on defenceless prey.

If it weren't for that fun but exhausting party, Jon had no doubt that he would have been able to spend time with his Ladies, but now he will have to wait until tomorrow ... Although he knew perfectly well, that would make them furious.

Jon really had some fear and doubts about what he was doing at that time since he did not want to risk angering his loves ... But his weariness was too great, so Jon entered his chamber as quietly as possible, hoping not to be seen.

But when entering his chambers that were supposed to be illuminated only by the light of the moon, Jon was surprised ... There were a great many candles around the room, giving it a pleasant orange glow.

His usual and ostentatious bed had been replaced by one large enough to fit seven people comfortably, and in it were Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Ashara and Shiera watching him with expressions of annoyance and mockery marring their beautiful faces.

When they saw him enter, they all raised their eyebrows.

"Hello, my white wolf ... We started to believe that you would not come," Arianne said in a provocative pose.

Jon couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Dear little brother, did you really think that we would not perceive your intentions?" Rhaenys said with a sly expression.

"We know you very well, Jon," Daenerys said, lying down as she watched him with a smile on her face.

"I see that clearly," Jon said, fearful of what his Ladies were going to do to him.

"Aaah… Are you afraid of us, Jon?" Ashara asked, holding back a chuckle.

"I hope you have a good explanation, my love?… Leaving us in the great hall without conversing with any of us? .. Hmm," Shiera said with an expression that promised revenge.

Jon didn't answer, so that only made him look more guilty.

"I knew it", growled the sea maiden.

With those words, his lady loves began to surround him, causing Jon to audibly gulp as there was nothing more wroth than a woman scorned.

"By the Valar, how did they know what he was planning?" Jon thought about escaping through the door only to realize that Írimë was at the entrance with a savage smirk.

"Why did you leave so abruptly? Perhaps you were hoping for solitude, my dear Jon. Your heart is so easy to read," Írimë said, caressing Jon's face affectionately.

"Lalwen you ..." He couldn't say anything else because his loving elf silenced him with a kiss.

However, that kiss confirmed the fears of Jon's loved ones, Írimë had managed to win a piece of his heart, and now, without a doubt, she will join their little loves nest.

While the other Ladies sighed, knowing that they now had the beautiful elf as their rival, Rhaenys clenched her fists in anger at seeing her rival so close to her dear brother.

"I see you took advantage of the time you had alone with Jon ... Lady Írimë", Said the daughter of Rhaegar with false courtesy, something that Írimë noticed quickly and to further provoke Rhaenys, she held Jon's arm and placed her head on his shoulder while smiling.

"It is correct ... I do not intend to hide my feelings anymore ... I have decided to stay by Jon's side ... Just like you," Said the daughter of Finwë proudly without separating from her beloved dragon.

"We'll see about that…" Rhaenys growled threateningly, but Jon stood in the centre of the room, his expression unreadable.

"Jon?" Írimë asked, confused by Jon's change in attitude.

Jon sighed and massaged his temple only to take Írimë by one arm and sit her next to Rhaenys; when they were both going to protest, Jon gave both of them such a stern look that they remained silent, even Daenerys, Shiera and Ashara were shocked as they had never seen Jon angry or wroth.

Seeing that he had their attention, Jon's face softened, and his eyes returned to their usual warmth to the relief of all.

"Please hear me, my loves ... I know that I have been very selfish leaving you at various times to seek out my own ends, I have also been very dimwitted, and I have not been able to see the truth of your hearts, and that has caused many an argument among you ... But I want you to know one thing, "Jon said with a smile.

"Jon ..." Arianne started to say, but a smiling Jon silenced her with a finger on his lips.

"Allow me, Ari ... You love me, that is why you are with me despite my occasional selfishness and impulsiveness, despite my defects, you have stayed by my side because of the love you have for me that is why I cannot choose one above the others, all are loved in my heart, so you do not have to quarrel amongst yourselves, I promised to ensure your happiness, and it is time to start fulfilling that promise ... For that reason, I humbly beg your pardon for my careless attitude towards you ... From now on, I shall show you the love you deserve, "said Jon bowing to his Ladies.

Jon's Ladies were surprised by his words, and some like Ashara and Shiera smiled as they saw that their beloved dragon had started to mature and was becoming far wiser in the ways of the world.

"Jon ..." Daenerys said, surprised by her lovers' words.

"What caused this change in you?" Shiera asked, intrigued though you could see a large smile across her beautiful face.

"I grew up my maiden of the sea," Jon said with a smile as he directed his gaze to Rhaenys and Írimë, who, seeing his gaze, lowered hers a little.

"What will you do, Jon?" Rhaenys asked nervously, but Jon silenced her with a finger to his lips.

"Rhaenys ... Lalwen, this rivalry between you ends now... I love you both; I will never leave either for the other... So it is not necessary for you to fight that way, almost coming to blows a great many times, please I beg you cease this rivalry, "Jon said with a warm tone, yet the words carried power and authority so much so that both Rhaenys and Írimë had the desire to agree, but their pride prevented them from doing so outright.

"I will if she apologizes," Rhaenys said, looking at the haughty elf with a smug expression, but that provoked Írimë's anger.

"I apologize? .. INSOLENT MOODY ! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS CONSTANTLY ...!" A furious Írimë shouted.

"ENOUGH!" Jon's scream was enough to silence both women, who remained silent when they saw the expression of anger and annoyance on their beloved's face. Seeing the pride of Rhaenys and Írimë, he realized that he went too far to ask them to stop their constant fight with each other so quickly, so he decided to change tactics, sighing, he gently took them by the hands.

"This fight between you ... Though I bear a great deal of blame for not recognizing her feelings sooner, because of this her fight got worse, you both are to blame as well, you are not little girls fighting over a shiny bauble you're courageous and loving women... I will not leave any of you for the other if now is not the time to make amends that is fair, but for pity's sake, please stop fighting my loves, I beg you," Jon said, his voice wreathed in sadness.

Arianne, Daenerys, Ashara and Shiera believed that Jon was practically asking for a miracle for them. The animosity between Rhaenys and Írimë was so intense that they did not believe it possible for both of them to be in the same room without trying to attack each other.

However, at that moment, Írimë closed her eyes and sighed.

"Very well, Jon, I'll do it for you... As long as Rhaenys agrees not to provoke me," Said Fingolfin's sister with a tired smile, And then Jon kissed her with passion.

"Thank you Lalwen ... Rhaenys," Jon said, staring at his half-sister who narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists with jealousy when she saw the kiss between Jon and Írimë but not wanting to argue with Jon any more and being anxious to have him in her arms, Rhaenys sighed in resignation.

"Well, I won't argue with her anymore, but she shouldn't provoke me either", Rhaenys snapped, and Jon shifted his gaze upward.

"I guess that will do for now," Jon said wearily, now kissing Rhaenys to her delight.

"Now, what will you do, my white wolf?" Arianne said, approaching Jon in a seductive pose.

Jon remembered at that moment that he was exhausted from the return trip and from the party, and although he was dying to have his loves in his arms again, the events of the past months took their toll, and he needed rest.

"Sleep.. my beloved viper ... I need to sleep; our return was very entertaining, but my heart is heavy and my eyes even more so, and I feel the call of dreams," Jon said with annoyance as he would very much like to show his loves how much he cares alas fate was cruel.

Although Jon believed that this would discourage his Ladies, they only smiled sweetly, and Arianne extended a hand, and after taking it, Jon was guided to the centre of the bed, which was much more comfortable than the previous one, and at that moment, he began to close eyes drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

Seeing their beloved sleeping so peacefully, Jon's Ladies smiled and took advantage of the bed's large size; they looked for a place by his side.

Arianne leaning on his right and Daenerys on his left, while an irritated Ashara and Shiera searched for a place next to them.

When they saw the scene, Rhaenys and Írimë were filled with jealousy and anger, but when they saw that there was no more room, Rhaenys slept on Jon's chest, sure that her rival would not dare to do something like this, while Jon himself could only smile at the having so many beautiful women around him.

Seeing the situation, Írimë was reluctant to join them since due to her people's beliefs, she always thought that when she married, she would only share her bed with who would be her husband.

But now he had a mortal love that at the same time was loved by several women, and they all seemed comfortable with the idea of sharing their passion... She had no problem showing her affection for him, but ... Sharing his bed with these women ...

... You chose this ... Don't be cowed now ... Said the implacable voice of her conscience.

Therefore Írimë made her decision ... She will fight for her love alongside the others ... In every sense that the word may have.

Seeing the beautiful elf's expression, Daenerys smiled and, feeling somewhat mischievous, decided to annoy her niece by giving her place to Írimë, who smiled gratefully with the Targaryen Princess.

"You're welcome", Daenerys said with a smile when she saw the annoyed expression on her niece's face.

In this way, Jon ended up surrounded by the lush and tempting bodies of Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Ashara, Shiera and Írimë, feeling that he had found the place he truly belonged far from the troubles of Westeros.

... It does not matter where the will of the Valar takes me ... If I am with them, it does not matter where I go because it will always be my home ... With my cousins and my grandmother ... Though I wish to know the identity of the fair maiden who healed my heart, alas the fates are often cruel but none of the matters" thought Jon with joy in his heart.

With that thought, Jon remained floating in the warmth of the bodies of his loves and the sweet fragrance of Írimë clouding his mind, and he closed his eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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After that, life in Arnor continued without issue; the Westerosi quickly adapting to Westernesse customs and their new lives and positions among The Faithful until inadvertently, two years passed since their arrival in the City of Annúminas.

All Westerosi enjoyed their life in the northern kingdom, learning a great deal of lore from the scholars of the king's court endearing themselves to the Arnorians who held them in high esteem, with Jon, Írimë and Rhaella the most loved, Jon for slaying the worm of the great enemy, Lady Írimë for her lineage and beauty and Rhaella for her wisdom and acumen for politics.

The others were all held in high respect and esteem by the people who came from Númenor; the High men learned a great deal of Westerosi custom, especially the laws of hospitality, something they wished to adopt into their traditions. Although they hoped for these new customs to be blessed by the Valar.

While the emissaries learned many things from the sciences of Númenor, such as astrology, a favourite of Sansa, while Jon and Arya had a great love for architecture, sometimes Glorfindel would jape that Jon was akin to his ancestor Brandon the Builder. And while it was said in jest, Jon desired to one day build a fortress as majestic as Nargothrond and a City beautiful as Gondolin, so Jon set out to learn all he could about construction.

Sansa, for her part, was recognized as the best weaver in the kingdom of Arnor since with her own natural talent along with the lessons she had received from the elf Aveneri, Sansa's talent quickly caught the attention of many in Annúminas and now the eldest daughter Winterfell was sought after for delicate embroideries and tapestries even stitching dresses for the wealthier women of Arnor.

Although for some reason, his cousin appeared gloomier as of late despite being well-loved throughout the city, she never seemed as happy as he would like, and it concerned Jon, on occasion he would speak with her trying to glean if he had offended her in some way, but Sansa simply smiled trying to dismiss his concerns.

But despite this, Jon felt that Sansa was having a hard time being alone with him and with the exception of Ashara, Sansa did not seem to have any intention of befriending any of his loves.

As for the healing arts, Shiera and Ashara continued their studies of herbs and poultices under the High Men of Numenor, and this coupled with the knowledge gained from the Noldor meant they could mix a liquor known as Miruvor.

However, of all the Westerosi Ladies, Shiera was the happiest to be in Arnor because now that she was among her kin, those from whom her mother Serenei descended ... She felt as if her life's work had been fulfilled and her family had so much more than she could have dreamed it was heartwarming to know that her grandfather's stories weren't mere fairy tales and, Shiera hoped that he could finally rest in peace.

The only regret for the sea maiden knew that she would never gaze upon the beauty of Númenor oh how she would have loved to walk through the streets of Armenelos the Golden with Jon and Shiera at her side and while Shiera was happier than she could ever hope to be the knowledge of her ancestor's treachery was heavy on her heart being with Jon and Ashara made it far more bearable.

The Westerosi had spent so long in Middle-Earth they had come to see their place of birth as a nightmare of barbarity; they had no intention of returning to Westeros unless need and doom drove them to such madness Westeros was a horrid place better left forgotten.

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"Excellent, your skill at arms is improving... Alas, drills are over for the day." Jon said

When the two dozen new recruits to Arnor's army heard their temporary weapons master, they obeyed; they halted their practice matches and began to remove their swords and armour before heading to the bathing house.

"Dihael, Findegal, Malvegil, it's your turn to guard the border tonight ...remember to never stay in one place for more than two nights we must guard the entirety of the eastern marches from Tharbad to Rynd Morva Tarth," The instructor said, and the three young recruits nodded.

"Not bad ..." Said a familiar voice, and when Jon turned around, he was greeted by his brother in arms.

"Loras ... Did you finish your patrol?"

"Yes... Nothing has crossed the borders in the last month except the occasional dwarven caravan... three more days, and we will return to the Annúminas," Said the "Knight of Flowers", longing for the bustle of the beautiful City by the lake.

In the last years that Westerosi had stayed with The Faithful Jon, Loras and Robar had taken to the rigours of knighthood quite well; they generally remain in the City and are sometimes sent to the border watchtower to ensure the safe passage of merchants and traders and to guard against the men of the east, but fortunately, since Herenlokë's attack, no incident worth mentioning has occurred.

While Robar remained in the City proper to lead the city watch, something Robar would come to regret when he discovered that Jon and his companions had come across a large Goblin Warband some three hundred strong hoping to sack the eastern farmlands they were lead by Orcs of Gundabad clad in iron mail and wielding scimitars coated in fell poisons. However, Jon and Loras were far mightier than these savage creatures and routed the host at the battle of the river Mitheithel.

During the two years that Jon, Loras and Robar became sworn knights of the House of Elendil due to constant training with Arnor's soldiers, the three became fierce and disciplined warriors, earning the respect and admiration of the younger folk in Annúminas this admiration caused a great many men to enlist in the army and city watch all eager to learn from the Emmissarries.

Although they had fallen into a rather pleasant routine, Jon could not help being somewhat worried and sensing that something sinister was in motion; since he fought with Herenlókë, Jon and the others had known that they had drawn the ire of Sauron and he was a fearful enemy to have.

The thought of Sauron having an interest in their comings and goings was rather frightening, especially since Morgoth's former lieutenant had summoned a dragon to destroy them.

By now, Jon was confident that Sauron knew that Herenlókë was slain, and the lord of Mordor was certainly wroth at his failure to dispose of the servants of the Valar he would suffer no rivals whether man or divine.

From what Jon had learned from the various tomes of lore, Sauron was powerful, evil, and cunning, possibly even more cunning than his own master Morgoth; deceiving Celebrimbor was proof of that. In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast works and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had a part and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself. But in after years, he rose like a shadow of Morgoth and a ghost of his malice and walked behind him on the same ruinous path down into the Void.

The Numenoreans had suffered greatly at his hands, so many slain for his arrogance and deceit when Sauron had deceived the elves of Eregion and forged the One Ring to control the other Rings of Power. He had been willing to take control of Middle-earth so that Sauron continued his attack through the land of Eriador, and King Gil-galad had to ask for the aid of Númenor. In response, King Tar-Minastir sent a large fleet to Lindon to aid him, and they eventually defeated and drove Sauron from Eriador.

And now there came to him the masters of ships and captains returning out of the East, and they reported that Sauron was putting forth his might since Ar-Pharazôn had gone back from Middle-earth, and he was pressing down upon the cities by the coasts, and he had taken now the title of King of Men and declared his purpose to drive the Númenóreans into the sea, and destroy even Númenor if that might be.

'Great was the anger of Ar-Pharazôn at these tidings, and as he pondered long in secret, his heart was filled with the desire of power unbounded and the sole dominion of his will. And he determined without counsel of the Valar, or the aid of any wisdom but his own, that the title of King of Men he would himself claim and would compel Sauron to become his vassal and his servant; for in his pride he deemed that no king should ever arise so mighty as to vie with the Heir of Eärendil. Therefore he began in that time to smithy great hoard of weapons, and many ships of war he built and stored them with his arms, and when all was made ready, he himself set sail with his host into the East.

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Sauron came. Even from his mighty tower of Barad-dûr, he came and made no offer of battle. For he perceived that the power and majesty of the Kings of the Sea surpassed all rumour of them so that he could not trust even the greatest of his servants to withstand them, and he saw not his time yet to work his will with the Dúnedain. And he was crafty, well skilled to gain what he would by subtlety when force might not avail. Therefore he humbled himself before Ar-Pharazôn and smoothed his tongue, and men wondered, for all that he said seemed fair and wise.

But Ar-Pharazôn was not yet deceived, and it came into his mind that, for the better keeping of Sauron and of his oaths of fealty, he should be brought to Númenor, there to dwell as a hostage for himself and all his servants in Middle-earth. To this, Sauron assented as one constrained, yet in his secret thought, he received it gladly, for it chimed indeed with his desire. And Sauron passed over the sea and looked upon the land of Númenor, and on the city of Armenelos in the days of its glory, and he was astounded, but his heart within was filled the more with envy and hate.", Yet such was the cunning of [Sauron' mind and mouth, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed he had become closest to the secret counsels of the King; for flattery sweet as honey was ever on his tongue ... For now, having the ears of men, Sauron with many arguments gainsaid all that the Valar had taught; and he bade men think that in the world, in the east and even in the West, there lay yet many seas and many lands for their winning, wherein was wealth uncounted. And still, if they should, at last, come to the end of those lands and seas, beyond all lay the Ancient Darkness. 'And out of it, the world was made. For Darkness alone is worshipful, and the Lord thereof may yet make other worlds to be gifts to those that serve him, o that the increase of their power shall find no end.'

Jon had studied these histories with great interest after his duel with the dragon, determined to know at there was about the lord of Mordor as he knew one day they would meet upon the field of battle, and Jon swore by Eru that he would humble the lord of shadow and take revenge for those who had perished for his pride and wroth.

Sauron's capacity for revenge worried Jon, who had told his fears to King Elendil, who had to agree with his young knight and ordered that the defences of Annúminas be reinforced against any possible attack.

Using the Palantiri of Annúminas, the High King had communicated with his eldest son Isildur who was lord of Minas Ithil Elendil instructed his son to shore up the defences of the kingdom as they bordered the lands of shadow and must as Sauron never forgives a slight no matter how insignificant, And so Isildur began to fortify his city and the surrounding lands especially those of Osgiliath as it lay astride the Great River and opened to the fields of Pelennor.

But despite that, two years have passed, and the lord of Mordor seemed content to guard his borders.

According to the news from Gondor, the lands of Mordor has been unusually quiet, which has only increased the restlessness of Jon and King Elendil, so the great king requested aid from Gil-Galad and King Durin to forge armours and weapons for the Arnorians.

Feeling that in some way, he is partly responsible for this anguish since Sauron's attack was destined for him, Jon offered to guard the Eastern Boarders when the need arose. This show of support for the common folk had caused many to enlist in the armies of Arnor; there was only one problem.. well, there were six lovely ones.

His lady loves… Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Ashara, Shiera and Írimë.

Due to Jon's new responsibilities, he was generally absent from Annúminas at the borders, which left him very little time to be with his Ladies that had saddened them all, as it meant being away two weeks out of every month, although King Elendil offered to relieve of him of his duties for a time as there were many capable men-at-arms who could train the men in his stead and Jon have given it a great deal of thought ... He missed his loves.

He missed the intense, domineering, sarcastic, biting and jealous personalities of all of them before those traits worried him, but after two years of love and care, well, Jon could never be parted from them; they were his eternal light.

He missed the passion of Arianne and Rhaenys, the sweetness of Ashara and Dany, as well as the mastery of Shiera in the arts of love.

Írimë, on the other hand, due to her people's customs, she had not yet shared her bed with him, not that it mattered to Jon because he understood that this was a very important step for her. After all, the elves very rarely took lovers before the marriage; Jon would never force her into his bed; he loved her too much ... Besides, his beautiful elf maiden could be just as passionate as the rest of his loves without falling into his bed.

Jon still remembers with a smile how much his lips and neck burned for months after an intense and passionate night of cuddling in Írimë's solar they had met for an evening brandy, and things had turned rather heated ... Jon had been passionately mauled by his beloved, as she didn't want to let him go.

Since they returned from Tol-Morwen, Írimë had showered him with affection whenever possible, Jon still remembers the expression of his companions in Annúminas when his beloved Lalwen kissed him in front of King Elendil, Glorfindel and the entirety of Arnor's court, it would have been amusing if not for the embarrassment he felt being watched by his king and mentor.

The look of both indicated that they wanted an explanation. But Jon did not know what to say without feeling much embarrassment since it always pained him to talk about his peculiar love life in front of others, which caused his lovers no end of amusement, and they would often tease him.

When Jon told his King and his mentor about his relationship with Írimë and Finwë's daughter's intentions to become his wife, they were both so shocked that a Noldorian princess had fallen for a man. While King Elendil congratulated him, Glorfindel adopted an expression of melancholy because with his great wisdom Glorfindel surely understood the outcome that their relationship would have but even, so his teacher gave them his support, although the sadness did not leave his eyes.

After thinking about it, Jon knew that he must return to them; he could not continue guarding the borders or obsessing overdoing his duty forever and ignoring his loves... The story of Tar-Aldarion and his wife Erendis was proof of what happened when spouses put their duties and pride before their partners.

The story of the Sixth King of Númenor is one of the most tragic tales among the varied lore of Westernesse although it is one of Anárion's favourite tales and the youngest son of his King told him that story precisely because he began to perceive that Jon was beginning to become obsessed with his duties.

Before leaving for his last visit a few months ago, Anarion told Jon the story about Tar-Aldarion, a Great Captain of Númenor and his wife Erendis, know as the White Lady of Emerië".

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... One of my greatest ancestors was Tar-Aldarion, for so he is called in all tales, grew swiftly to a man of great stature, strong and vigorous in mind and body, golden-haired as his mother, ready to mirth and generous, but prouder than his father and ever more bent on his own will. From the first, he loved the Sea, and his mind was turned to the craft of ship-building. He had little liking for the north country and spent all the time that his father would grant by the shores of the sea, especially near Rómenna, where was the chief haven of Númenor, the greatest shipyards, and the most skilled shipwrights.

. .. A selfish man ... Was Jon's first thought when he heard the story for the first time.

... Yes, and proud too, although not as much as his wife was because if the source of Aldarion's misery was his excessive love for the sea, his wife's misery was the pride of her husband who could not see when he should give in … Said Anárion with grief, recognizing the failings of his ancestor and his wife.

... Why are you telling me this? It's a good story, but ... Jon asked, interested.

… Because you are making the same mistakes as my ancestor, Even before they were both married, Tar-Aldarion's love for the sea would prove to be Erendis's rival. It was said by Erendis, Lady Uinen was his enemy, while for Tar-Aldarion, she was the Valar Oromë, referring to his wife's love for the forests and all things that grew on the island of Númenor such was their hearts and minds so opposed that their love suffered greatly.

... What does this have to do with me, my lord? ... Jon asked, dread filling his heart.

... How long have you been with your lovers? ... Anárion asked, arching an eyebrow as Jon was speechless; it was had felt like an age since he had seen them.

... I have been defending the kingdom ... Jon said, hoping to defend himself while Anárion looked at him sternly.

... But all Aldarion's labours were swept away. The works that he began again at Vinyalondë were never completed, and the sea gnawed them. Nevertheless, he laid the foundation for the achievement of Tar-Minastir long years after, in the first war with Sauron, and but for his works, the fleets of Númenor could not have brought their power in time to the right place - as he foresaw. Already the hostility was growing, and dark men out of the mountains were thrusting into Enedwaith. But in Aldarion's day, the Númenóreans did not yet desire more room, and his Venturers remained a small people, admired but little emulated. Of Erendis it is said that when old age came upon her, neglected by Ancalimë and in bitter loneliness, she longed once more for Aldarion; and learning that he was gone from Númenor on what proved to be his last voyage but that he was soon expected to return, she left Emerië at last and journeyed unrecognised and unknown to the haven of Rómenna. There, it seems, she met her fate; but only the words "Erendis perished in water.

... A sad story, but I am not Tar-Aldarion ... I will not abandon any of my Loves... Jon said totally sure, and Anárion smiled at such words.

... That's is very well and good, Jon, but remember that you yourself have neglected her for your duties for a long time; Tar-Aldarion neglected his family for many years because of his love for the sea, although as he later discovered he never returned that affection but In his pride Aldarion never acknowledged him, instead of blaming all the problems between him and his wife stemmed from the fact her lifespan was lesser than his, something that he regretted only until the end of his life. And when he could no longer make amends ... Anárion concluded sadly.

At that moment, Jon began to understand what Anárion, his friend was trying to explain to him, was neglecting his Ladies for his duty ... And if he did not want to have an end such as Tal-Aldarion mighty and wise but with no love nor happiness, he had to change his way of being. At that moment, Anárion reached over and put a hand on Jon's left shoulder.

... You are a very honourable young man Jon that I have no doubts, you are committed to your duty, and that is commendable; moreover, the Valar have plans for you ... Therefore, you now have a great weight on your shoulders. Something that I do not envy ... But you should not allow that weight to overwhelm you and take you away from those who love you, you have not realized it, but there it is, you have not been close to those charming Ladies in weeks, they love, and they would wait unto the ending of Arda for you but know that their hearts would be filled with misery and pain for you could not see beyond your own desires.

... But I cannot leave my duties, I am needed here ... Jon said, trying to defend his position but beginning to accept that Anárion's words were true, he was making the same mistakes as his Uncle who had sacrificed his one chance at happiness to marry that loathsome Tully bitch Jon knew he must master his heart and not leave those who loved him.

... I do not ask you to forsake them, Jon, only that you understand that it is also necessary that you spend time with your loved ones, do not deceive your Ladies with your duty or commit yourself solely to your honour... your responsibilities shall not disappear nor will the border fall in your absence... That's not an encouraging thought, though ... Anárion said with a laugh that Jon shared.

... Thank you for your words Anárion my friend, and do not worry, I will heed your counsel and take them into account; I have no intention of following the path of Tal-Aldarion ... Jon said with a smile.

... I'm glad to hear it; to balance the duties of heart and the world is never simple nor easy, Jon, not at all, but you have proven to be extraordinary ... I am sure you will find a way to balance both so as not to fail in your duties nor your Loves ... Said Anárion before smiling with joy and departing the tower.

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Conversing with Anárion helped Jon understand the importance of duty but also spending time with loved ones.

"Yes, I think I've done enough here ... I think it's time to go back; there are many brave men who can guard our borders in my absence ..." Jon muttered to the confusion of Loras, who saw his brother in arms lost in thought.

"Jon? Is something wrong?" Asked the Rose of Harlond," pulling Jon out of his thoughts.

"No Loras, I just thought that ... Maybe we should go back to Annúminas, it seems to me that we have done enough here," Jon said solemnly to Loras' surprise.

"Truly, you wish to return home?" Loras asked, clearly confused.

"Yes, perhaps the king will give us obligations that do not require us to wander so far from home ... I'm weary of the road and forest I wish to return to the city," Jon said, sighing as Loras nodded.

"Me too, the others will be happy ... Especially your lady loves," Loras said with a satisfied smile when he saw Jon's blush.

"Fool... Come on, brother, we too must rest, and I'm hungry," Jon said with a radiant smile at the thought of returning to the arms of his Ladies.

"Me too, Jon ..." Loras said, eager to devour a large piece of roast chicken.

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During the following weeks of his stay, Jon would receive letters from the various towers that dotted the countryside that told of the comings and goings of the various peoples of Arnor chief among them was merchant caravans and the occasional goblin Warband coming down from the Ettenmoors, Loras was tasked with the training of the men-at-arms and the fortification of the countryside. Still, some of the Soldiers underestimated Loras' skill with a blade ... Alas, they paid for their arrogance with humiliation when the Rose of Harlond humbled them time and again.

It was clear that after such a display of skill, Loras Tyrell was now held in as much regard by other knights and soldiers as Jon Herenlounga. More so if one takes into account that no one in the Watchtower is up to those great warriors so that when they want to practice, the rest of the soldiers abandon their duties and stay watching the practice fights ... fights that always ended in a draw because the ability of both was so close that a clear victor could not be found. But for Jon and Loras that brought back fond and bitter memories of their childhood in Highgarden, and despite spending nearly six years in the fair lands of Middle-Earth, their hearts yearned for the peace and plenty of the Reach.

And they continued to have that routine one day where it seemed that nothing strange would happen, but fate arranged otherwise.

It so happened that after finishing the first part of the training a messenger from Annúminas with a horse so fast that the wind seemed to burn the grass underneath, Jon was at the top of the Watchtower when he spotted the messenger approaching at full speed and feeling a weight in her heart went out to meet that man.

Seeing Jon leave the tower with such a severe expression, Loras shared the feeling of unease and sensing a great danger and a shadow over them, the "Knight of the Flowers" adopted his best and most hardened countenance.

Upon reaching the entrance to the Watchtower, the soldier quickly got off his horse, and when he saw Jon and Loras bowed, taking off his helmet revealing a black mane flecked with grey and a face drenched in sweat, he introduced himself as Orahbar.

The name was recognized by Westerosi as one of the oldest knights of the House of Elendil, being a sworn sword of the king since the days of his father, the late lord Almandil.

"Greetings Jon Herenlounga, Ser Loras Tyrell ... I have come with urgent news from King Elendil ... He orders both of them to return to Annuminas immediately," Said the soldier with gasping breathes clearly he had ridden with great haste. But upon hearing such a message, Jon and Loras felt a sense of dread grip their hearts as if a great shadow had consumed them something was clearly amiss.

"Speak then, honourable messenger, because the message you bring fills us with anguish," Loras said with severity.

"I do not know with details what happens only that the King had peered into the Plantiri and discovered something most horrid he would not reveal what he saw, but his expression was bitter and full of fear, then he ordered a messenger to come for you and that you must return to the city with the haste of the spring winds, "said the old knight, panting from exhaustion.

Sensing the urgency of their King's call, Jon and Loras shared a look of anguish and decision and nodded; at that moment, Jon turned to his men.

"Take care of this illustrious warrior, and his great steed both have fulfilled the orders of the Great King they have ridden to the brink of exhaustion, give him food, water and rest, we will leave immediately as I sense a shadow that is rapidly spreading over the North," said Jon with a shadowed face.

They all listened to Jon's words and nodded with determination, some with some fear because they were still young and had never known war, but in all of them, the desire to fight alongside the slayer of the dragon and some of his faithful companions arose, and they decided to wait. their return or wait to be called into combat.

After many years of study among the sages of Elves and Men as well as by decision of the three Valar, Jon, Loras, and Robar's minds had become quite keen indeed it seems they had gained foresight", and of all of them, Jon's was the one that most resembled that of the High Elven Lords who came from the West before the sun and moon rose, Loras' and Robar's foresight was of a lesser degree but could equal Jon's in cases of extreme need, as Jon's talent seemed to have been expanded and strengthened by his closeness to the Valar as well as their favour.

"My Lord ... I will guide you, I just need rest... One day only," Said the old Knight, but Jon shook his head while smiling sympathetically.

"That will not be necessary, Ser Orahbar", Jon said, closing his eyes and concentrating firmly seeking help from the heavens. He stayed in a trance for but a few minutes until he let out a snort that surprised everyone except Loras, who just laughed while the others just watched in confusion.

"He's coming this way; that annoying and haughty animal got upset because we interrupted his hunt... But it seems that he agrees with me; a great danger awaits us," Jon said, opening his eyes after a moment.

"Excuse me, Ser Jon.. but who are you talking about?" Ingswith asked, designated as the third in command in the Watchtower who had long been under the care of Captain Benegar, the same one who in his impetuousness had fought against a "Worm of the Great Enemy" and was killed by the beast.

"You will see him soon Ingswith, listen well, Loras and I shall answer the king's summons, and you will stay here and take my place until I return, is that clear?" Jon spoke in a tone that did not accept replies, and the soldier nodded because he did not want to challenge his superior.

Orahbar and his steed were provided with food and wine until after about half an hour, a shadow began to appear between the clouds, and everyone was able to witness with surprise and emotion the mythical Gryphon that "The Great King" had sent to watch over Jon.

The majestic animal descended gracefully, expecting to receive compliments from the men there, and to his satisfaction, the men of Arnor paid reverence to him, causing Jon to snort with contempt.

"It took you long enough ... You kept getting married, right?" Jon asked, annoyed, but the animal just ignored, and Jon let out a growl to Loras' amusement.

"Let's go, Jon, let's not waste any more time," Said the "Knight of Flowers", eager to answer the summons.

After returning from Tol Morwen for the second time, the relationship between Jon and the Gryphon had improved a lot as it seemed that the animal now considered Jon worthy; when a year had passed since Jon defeated the dragon, Jon had laboured greatly to improve his talents as a skin-changer, and he tried to use his gift to call the Gryphon... He did it but at a price.

The animal had been furious at Jon's intrusion into his mind, and only the respect and obedience that the animal felt for Lord Manwë saved the young Westerosi life; it took Jon months to gain the trust of the Gryphon so that he understood that only He wanted to understand it and not control it, something that in the end he achieved after great efforts ... And numerous bribes of boar and lamb.

But in the end, Jon and the Gryphon came to an agreement that Jon could enter the animal's mind only to ask for help in dire need as Gryphon's pride demanded he be cast out otherwise.

Jon, not wanting to argue with the Gryphon, reluctantly nodded.

"Yes, Loras, let us make haste, soldiers of Arnor... Defend the Watchtower ... Ingswith, you have your orders," Jon said with authority as he and his brother in arms approached the Gryphon who lowered his shoulder so that they could mount him.

In this way, both Westerosi Knights left that Watchtower that they had helped to enhance and strengthen as well as the young soldiers under their charge, feeling in their hearts that they would see them once again but then it would be a long time before they returned.

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If there was something that Jon came to love despite his struggles with the proud Gryphon, it was the sensation of the wind caressing his face, that sensation was glorious and magnificent, they were flying for several hours until They could see the white tower of the City by the lake, at that moment the Gryphon slowed his pace and took Jon and Loras to the courtyard of the King's palace where the knights were training.

When they saw Jon and Loras flying on a Gryphon, they stopped their battle drills and prepared to receive them. As soon as both men dismounted the Gryphon, they were greeted by the Knights of the city who bowed in reverence.

"I come to see the king, as he called for us," Jon said promptly but returning the same courtesy as Loras.

"Welcome, Ser Jon, Ser Loras... The King is waiting for you; make haste. It seems dark tidings have clouded his mind," Said the concerned weapons master.

"Has something happened?" Jon asked.

"It seems that something is happening in Gondor, but the king did not give me any further explanation, only that you were both needed he would speak no more on the matter until you were summoned," The weapons master said, and Jon nodded, giving Loras a look, both warriors left to meet the King.

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They ended up arriving at a private room, the war room, which was also in the King's tower, just a few meters below where the Palantiri was held; when they arrived, the Great King was there, along with his principal advisers among whom were Robar, Queen Rhaella in addition to the Ladies of Jon and Lord Glorfindel with the exception of Sansa and Arya who, due to their tender age, remained oblivious to those meetings, when they saw Jon for the first time in almost two weeks they all gave them a smile full of love and a look of longing, one that Jon returned with even more intensity ... But noticing that no one had pounced on him made him uneasy because that showed how dire the situation was.

Jon and Loras approached the King before bending the knee.

"As you ordered, we have come to your side, my king", Jon said respectfully.

Elendil nodded.

"Very well, they have arrived faster than I hoped... I suppose you summoned the Gryphon," Said the King.

"Yes, my king, Jon called him as soon as Ser Orahbar gave us his news", Loras said in a respectful tone.

"What is the danger, my king?" Jon asked in anguish as Elendil sighed, and a worried expression filled his face.

"Just before breakfast, I received a message from Isildur through the Palantiri," Elendil said with an expression of steel on his face.

"A message?" Jon asked, intrigued.

"Mordor begins to stir again; firestorms and ash pollute the air, and we have received word that Orcs are abroad in the southern fiefs," Elendil said in a grim voice.

"Sauron ..." Jon and Loras said with disgust".

"Yes, but that is not the disturbing thing ... Isildur informed me that a great host of men from the East is marching in the direction of Isengard at this time," The King said, unable to hide his concern as murmurs filled the hall and the Westerosi sighed at the understand the problem they would have shortly.

From the Eldar and the Men of Númenor, the Westerosi had learned that the Men of the East or Easterlings as they were known are those men who sworn themselves to service of Morgoth and later Sauron when the world was young.

Long ago, the Swarthy Men came first into Beleriand. Some were already secretly under the dominion of Morgoth, and arrived at his call; but not all, for the rumour of Beleriand, of its lands and waters, of its wars and riches, went now far and wide, and the wandering feet of Men were ever set westward in those days. These Men were short and broad, long and strong in the arm; their skins were swart or sallow, and their hair was dark as were their eyes. Their houses were many, and some had a greater liking for the Dwarves of the mountains than for the Elves. But Maedhros ... made alliance with these new-come Men, and gave his friendship to the greatest of their chieftains, Bór and Ulfang. And Morgoth was well content, for this was as he had designed. The sons of Bór were Borlad, Borlach, and Borthand, and they followed Maedhros and Maglor, and cheated the hope of Morgoth, and were faithful. The sons of Ulfang the Black were Ulfast, and Ulwarth, and Uldor the accursed, and they followed Caranthir and swore allegiance to him and proved faithless.

There was little love between the Edain and the Easterlings, and they met seldom; for the newcomers abode long in East Beleriand, but Hador's folk were shut in Hithlum, and Bëor's house was well-nigh destroyed.

In the Second Age, Sauron escaped the judgment of the Valar and continued his former master's work, turning the Men of the East and South to evil and dominating them. Under the authority of the Dark Lord, many towns and walls of stone were built, and those under his influence became numerous and armed with iron. To these men, Sauron was feared as a king and god.

During the Dark Years, Sauron dominated most of the Westlands, urging men from the East to go the west for loot. Those troubled the Northmen who waged a war against them and the orcs. When Sauron was driven back to Mordor, he continued his expansions eastwards, gaining servants and worshippers.

But the worst misfortune and curse that has plagued their people arose during the Dark Years, as Sauron gave one of the Rings of Power to Khamûl, a great warlord among the Easterlings who was seduced by the lies of the deceiver whom he had called ally and friend, Khamûl became a dread sorcerer and learned in lore forging a great empire in Rhûn. Until he fell under the thraldom of the ring that he bore and under the domination of the One, which was Sauron's. Among the Nazgûl, Khamûl was one of the most powerful, second in might and authority only to the one called the Black Captain.

And now again, after centuries, the Easterlings march to war, for their Lord has ordered them to attack Isengard.

Isengard, the great fortress of the gap Elendil, had ordered its construction upon establishing his kingdom to guard against the threat of invasion. A great ring-wall of stone, like towering cliffs, stood out from the shelter of the mountainside, from which it ran and then returned again. One entrance only was there made in it, a great arch delved in the southern wall. Here through the black rock, a long tunnel had been hewn, closed at either end with mighty doors of iron. They were so wrought and poised upon their huge hinges, posts of steel driven into the living stone, that when unbarred, they could be moved with a light thrust of the arms, noiselessly. One who passed in and came at length out of the echoing tunnel beheld a plain, a great circle, somewhat hollowed like a vast shallow bowl: a mile it measured from rim to rim.

To the centre... stood a tower... It was fashioned by the lords of Arnor, who smoothed the Ring of Isengard, and yet it seemed a thing not made by the craft of Men but riven from the bones of the earth in the ancient torment of the hills. A peak and isle of rock were black and gleaming hard: four mighty piers of many-sided stone were welded into one, but near the summit, they opened into gaping horns. Their pinnacles sharp as the points of spears, keen-edged as knives. Between them was a narrow space, and thereupon a floor of polished stone, written with strange signs, a man might stand five hundred feet above the plain.

The Isen flowed down from its sources along the ring's eastern wall, and as it went on southwards, it was still a young river that offered no great obstacle to invaders, though its waters were still very swift and strangely cold. But the Great Gate of Angrenost opened west of Isen, and if the fortress were well-manned, enemies from the Westlands must be in great strength if they thought to pass on into Westfold.

In fact, reading about this tower made Jon's heart grow with a passion for architecture and the building of large towers and structures.

But the greatest treasure of Orthanc is at its top since one of the Palantíri, the so-called "Orthanc Stone", was placed from the "Tower of Orthanc". Thus, Orthanc became one of the seven Dúnedain towers that stored the seer stones that had been brought from Númenor. Isengard, with its position and its great strength, natural and by craft, was of utmost importance. The line of the Isen, between the pincers of Isengard and the Hornburg, was a bulwark against invasion from the East (whether incited and guided by Sauron, or otherwise), either aiming at encircling Gondor or at invading Eriador.

At that moment, Jon's eyes widened in surprise.

"They want the stone. The Easterlings seek the Palantiri, "Jon said in a surprised whisper while the King nodded.

"It is most likely, despite his skill in forging, fashioning a Palantiri is something that is beyond him; he probably wishes to use it to his advantage ... Although fortified, Isengard cannot hold out long should the enemy bring siege weapons or beasts of war should Isengard fall Gondor shall not hold long.

"And he hopes that this show of strength will cause Isildur and Anárion to openly march upon his gates, leaving the cities of Minas Ithil, Minas Anor, and Osgiliath unprotected", Jon said, remembering that in those cities there are also Palantir.

"Indeed, that is why we must help them; in any case, we must not let those men from the East reach Isengard; that is why I asked the Elves of Lindon for aid," Elendil said.

"Has King Gil-Galad answered?" Jon said hopefully, but Elendil shook his head.

"Not yet, the message was sent recently, and knowing my friend, he shall muster the full might of his armies before marching to war ... But Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel have sent word that they shall lend their aid, as they dwell in fair Edhellond in the south.

Upon hearing the names of the "Sage" and the "Lady of Light," everyone in the room was surprised and happy to know that the pair of elves would aid them in battle.

"What should we do, my king?" The Castilian of the tower asked, and Elendil rose from his seat.

"Jon Snow, Jon Herenolunga, listen to the command of your King, We shall send three-thousand men to fortify the garrison of Isengard, and you must travel south to meet with Lord Celeborn and join his forces as they travel through the westfold to harry their rearguard, is that clear? " Elendil asked with authority.

Jon, Loras and Robar gasped in surprise as this was a tremendous undertaking and a great honour, especially since they will be aided by a powerful Elf Lord like Lord Celeborn.

"My ... my king ... I am honoured by the trust you place in me and my companions... I accept," Jon said excitedly, being followed by Loras and Robar, who smiled.

"Well, in that case, leave, prepare as best you can ... you shall depart in two days," Elendil said, sitting down again.

While everyone murmured in surprise at the confidence that Elendil had in these young men, the Ladies of Jon and Queen Rhaella remained silent as this was not the time nor the place to express their opinion, but they were all consumed by a feeling of dread.

Of all of them, Írimë was the quietest because her mind travelled to the promise that she made to talk to her niece about having shared her spirit with Jon; it may have been to heal him... But she wants to know her niece's intentions.

Since that would be very painful for her ... Having to face her niece, her married niece, to defend her love for Jon.

"By Manwë and Varda ... Let it not come to that", Írimë murmured sadly.

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"Are you convinced to do this, Celeborn?" A saddened Galadriel asked when she saw her husband go to war again.

"I am my beloved, my heart tells me that it is something that I cannot avoid, also ... I have not marched beside my men in an age, if I do not go they shall think me an idle coward, " Celeborn said with a smile to which his wife smiled too.

"It would take much more than that, my love, for them to stop respecting you," Said the Lady of Light, placing the breastplate of her husband's armour in its place.

They had received a message from Isildur the son of Elendil, that spoke of a great host of Easterlings mustering to assault Isengard, something that would be of no concern as the Gondorians were perfectly capable of dealing with them; however, Sauron has begun stirring in Mordor, and both Elf Lords had seen his influence growing in the Eastern Lands.

That is why they decided to help them on this occasion. Although dread had taken their hearts as they perceived, there was something far more sinister behind this attack than simple plunder.

Something that Galadriel is not able to perceive by her own power ... Something that Sauron does not want them to know and is using all his strength to keep it hidden from everyone's sight, especially from her.

They have already asked for help from Gil-Galad, who is mobilizing his troops ... But concern and fear have increased in her heart, she has tried to convince Celeborn not to go to battle, but her husband's arguments are shrewd and cunning, she resigned herself to his wishes and finished dressing her husband in his armour and after giving him a passionate kiss that took him by surprise but nevertheless, he returned, although to Galadriel it seemed more out of habit than passion.

After finishing dressing her husband in his armour, Finarfin's daughter retired to her solar to meditate on what was about to happen ... But again, her thoughts turned to Jon Snow.

Since she had healed him using her spirit, the Lady of Light had tried to stay away from him as much as possible, just invading his mind when her body craved pleasure, but she discovered that she had ensnared the young man without much thought.

Oh, she didn't count on that.

The poor young man had written numerous poems and songs about her beauty and how she rivalled that of the light of "The Two Trees" she had received countless such poems and songs over the millennia from both elves and men and even some dwarves. Still, there was something in Jon Snow's poems and songs ... that she loved; they made her feel something. Happy and flattered that he considered her beautiful, there was innocence in them that touched her heart ... It made her realize that her marriage to Celeborn, although loving and happy, had lost the passion they had when they first met, and although her husband was everything she had always wanted in a partner ... It seemed that lately, that lack of affection between their marriage was more and more prominent. Galadriel did not know how to face it, she loves her husband, but in those moments, the daughter of Finarfin and Earwen wishes that Celeborn was more like Jon Snow.

She took a final look at her husband, and they knew something horrible was about to happen, something that Sauron desired greatly.

And she couldn't hold it back anymore ... She would go with her husband to battle, something she hadn't done since the Fall of Eregion, then Galadriel went to get her ancient armour and weapons at that moment she brought her hands to her chest and prayed to the Valar for Jon's safety.

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And in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie, the dark lord sat upon his dark throne contemplating his latest scheme; he could finally get rid of that annoying inconvenience that the Valar had brought from "The Outer Lands", Jon Snow, the young mortal who had proven to be as great a threat to him as Earendil was to his master at the end of the First Age.

But unlike Morgoth, he will not ignore the danger signs as his master Morgoth had done with Turgon in Valinor; no, he had observed them for a time watching as this mortal and his companions grew mighty in body and mind,

He had sent that useless dragon to try to convince him to join him ... But the stupid beast had decided to play with the boy instead of killing or converting him ... A mistake he will never repeat.

The army of Easterlings will lay siege to Isengard and seize the Palantiri for him, and if his luck should hold, perhaps he can dispose of that gibbering fool Elendil; his head would make an excellent goblet, or mayhaps he could flay the corpse and use it as a battle standard.

Among them would be Jon Snow and his companions, he was finally ready to dispose of those sycophantic Noldor along with those despicable Númenóreans, and he will not allow the Valar to ruin his plans this time.

The task had been given to Khamul as he was loved and feared by his former servants, and they would fight like rabid wolves in the sight of the Black Easterling though his favouritism had drawn the ire of his chiefest servant.

Sauron had to punish him with his insolence, none would defy him least of all his chiefest servant... His punishment was somewhat ... Brief... For now but later... He will suffer for his arrogance.

But Khamul's task will not be complete without a suitable weapon.

Rising from his dark throne, Sauron strolled to a black plinth upon which rested a fell spear it was crafted from the blackened wood with gold and dark gems; its head was jagged and cruel forged from blackened iron and upon the blade was the fell speech of Mordor, it was the finest thing wrought by his hand, only surpassed by the Ruling Ring that he wore on his finger shining like a pale flame.

He may have renounced the ways of Aulë many ages ago, but the lessons of the Blacksmith were still valuable to him in those moments, and he still had the habit of forging the most splendid things, whether from metal or stone.

But this was more than a spear fashion by the lord of Men, for he had tempered it using the dark blood of his master Morgoth, the blood that Fingolfin had shed at the gates of Angband many centuries ago.

Not even Morgoth knew that he had gotten his hands on his spilt blood if he had known ... A shudder ran through Sauron every time he thought about it ... But that no longer mattered as the Valar had banished his master to the Void where he would remain until the end of the world, now his blood and all the properties that it might contain he would use as best suited him, the function of the spear was to corrupt and destroy and being fed by the blood of his master, Sauron had no doubts of that would fulfil its purpose.

That the new bearer of Ringil will meet his end because of the blood that the former bearer had shed seemed to him ... Almost poetic.

Sinister laughter was heard throughout the dark lands of Mordor as Sauron declared his victory over men and the fires of Orodruin churned and flowed.