Hi everyone!
First of all, I want to thank all the readers of this story.
In the previous chapter, the problem between Legolas and Lenore was finally solved thanks, in large part, to Aragorn and the Black Dragon. Let's hope things go on like this between the elf and Lenore.
What will be the reaction of all those who surround Legolas and Lenore when realizing the change so radical that there is in the relation of both?
In the meantime, ... what has happened to the others? What about Be-sníwod? The Bregu of the Ice Dragons has come out of her catatonic state, but she is still unconscious ... will she recover soon before they see the signs of aid of Minas Tirith?
Your reviews are always welcome, and as always ... here we go:
Chapter 36: "What is troubling you, son of Arathorn?"
Everyone had immediately noticed the radical change that had taken place between Legolas and Lenore. And couldn't it be noticed if their eyes glittered when they saw each other, they smiled and looked sweetly, the elf treated her with exquisite chivalry and Lenore tenderly treated him. It was obvious that the two of them loved each other extraordinarily, and all of them, the Bregu, Gimli, AÉfen-leóht, and Aragorn, had been greatly rejoiced.
"At least they will be happy for 2500 years" thought Aragorn
Legolas went back to being the archer who never missed a single shot, sometimes barely pointing and yet hit the mark. Obviously, he had forgotten all idea of going to Válinor or fade, and his goal was to live next to that woman throughout her life, to make her happy, and both to strive for their relationship to be always long, lasting and full of love.
For her part, Lenore for the first time in many years was really happy and AÉfen-leóht sensed it perfectly and with her he rejoiced greatly. He would never have guessed that he would ever see her like this, but luckily, he had not. That elf named Legolas was definitely worth his weight in gold.
The two, Legolas and Lenore, used to spend a lot of time together walking the countryside. Lenore had told him the whole heartbreaking story of her past, just as Legolas had told her about his mother and her death; And both had made the promise that they would never have secrets for each other.
However, although they spent a lot of time together, not all the time they were glued to each other. Legolas knew Lenore and knew that the woman was independent and sometimes liked being alone so they both gave their space.
That was not the only good news, the next day Lenore accepted the elf's love, Be-sníwod had woken up dizzy and very hungry, but perfectly fine.
Merry, who had finally fallen asleep, was asleep leaning over her while Gimli stood guard, barely felt Be-sníwod's paw moved, and immediately awoke to see the Ice Dragoness open her eyes after blink several times and shaking her head and snort a couple of times, he lunged toward her.
"Snowy! You woke up, Snowy! "He cried as he hugged her tightly.
Be-sníwod snorted gently and looked at him for a moment.
"Are you okay, little hobbit?" She asked "I see you have dark circles"
"The lad has been at your side all the time," Gimli replied "barely if he has slept and eaten"
Be-sníwod looked at him briefly, while Merry cried, embracing her.
"I thought you were dead, Snowy," he said, "or that you would wake up many years later and I would never see you again"
Be-sníwod snorted gently.
"It's not so easy for us to kill the Bregu, little hobbit," she said.
She paused.
"And the other little hobbit?" She asked.
"Pippin? He went with Gandalf and Á-blícan to Minas Tirith "
Be-sníwod frowned confused.
"Thanks to the palantir the hobbit knew that Sauron thinks to destroy that city" answered Gimli
"And is okay, little hobbit Pippin?"
"Yes, thanks to your courage and power," answered Merry.
"Aye, what you did amazed me" said Gimli "destroy a palantir? I do not even think Gandalf could have "
"It's true, your feat will pass to posterity, sister," said a voice
Dwarf, Ice Dragoness and hobbit turned. It was Líg-raesc.
"How are you sister?"
"Well, thanks to you and my clan"
"The Goddu had mercy on us and they saved you, sister, because it would have been a great loss for us your death"
Be-sníwod snorted gently.
"We'll get you to eat, sister. You need to replenish forces "
"I can get another whole boar roasted for you alone!" Merry said merrily.
"I do not think that's enough, little hobbit," said Líg-raesc. "Our sister has not eaten in a couple of days and what she faced was not anything. I will tell the Ice Dragons clan that their Bregu is awake and well "
With that said, he left the stable.
The news that the Bregu of the Ice Dragons had finally awakened ran like wildfire which filled all the dragons with joy, the whole Fellowship and, why not say it, to Éomer and Éowyn, even the king sent his congratulations.
The leader of the Rohirrim especially went to see Be-sníwod to give her the congratulations on the part of the king, and to offer her meat to be restored. Both Be-sníwod and the Bregu denied the offer not to leave the city without meat, however, in their mind was recorded the behavior of Éomer who was kind and willing to that race.
So, that Be-sníwod could eat at her whim, it was necessary to bring hunting especially for her. And for that purpose, the Bregu chose a group of dragons which would be rotating and invited the Fellowship and even Éomer to accompany them, which was a great privilege.
They all accepted very willingly and were rotating with each group of dragons led by one or two Bregu.
"I'd like you to join us, Melethril," Legolas told Lenore as he put on his quiver.
The elf, though he did not like hunting at all, was willing to put aside this to support Be-sníwod and that day, he and Gimli along with Líg-raesc, Clíf-stan and another group of ten dragons between those who had three white dragons to avoid being detected, were preparing to leave hunting.
"This time it's my turn to stay, Fela-leóre," she replied affectionately, "but when you return, we can go for a walk around, what do you think?"
In response, the elf gave her a tender kiss on the forehead while Lenore closed her eyes. Every time Legolas did that, she could see his Fëa more intensely, and so could he. Although it must be said that the elf did not have the slightest idea that Lenore was able to see his Fëa.
"It seems to me," he answered affectionately, "take care Melethril"
In response, Lenore kissed him on the cheek and was about to speak when Gimli followed by Clíf-stan and five other dragons came.
"Ready elf?" He asked.
Legolas nodded. He turned to Lenore, gently stroked her cheek, gazed at her affectionately, got up on Líg-raesc who had seen everything with a slight smile.
"See you in a couple of hours, lassie," Gimli said as Clíf-stan helped him to get up on him
"See you, Gimli"
The dragons prepared and took flight. After a couple of minutes, they were out of sight.
Lenore was going back to the barn where Be-sníwod and Merry would be. It would be nice to talk to her and the hobbit, after all they had a very pleasant talk and that would allow the time to pass quickly in the arrival of the dragons hunters.
Suddenly a boy of about eight years met her.
"Lenore!" He cried, running to her. He was going to give her a hug, but he restrained himself fearing that he would hurt her like the previous time, but this time he even gasped surprised because Lenore gave him a bear hug.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked in shock and yet did not let her go.
"Yes, friend Haethcyn," she replied, smiling, "and you?"
"I'm fine. I have noticed that you are very happy lately "
Lenore raised an eyebrow between surprised and not. Apparently, her joy in accepting the love of Legolas could be seen from miles even by someone who knew nothing of the matter.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, and I guess it has to do with the elf-lord, because he also looks very happy. Lenore, can I ask you a question and you're not mad? "
Lenore smiled.
"I'm listening"
"You and the elf-lord are ... are ... are you more than friends? I mean ... you're kind of like sweethearts "he asked timidly
Lenore blushed and nodded. The boy nodded thoughtfully.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well ... because I've heard something like that about you"
Lenore raised a surprised eyebrow.
"Do they talk about us?"
Haethcyn nodded.
"Yes, especially women," he replied, "all agree that you and the elf-lord are more than friends, but ..."
"But…?"
"But some seem to like them or take it rather as something interesting and novel, but others ... do not take it very well and speak very badly of you"
Lenore was surprised.
"Of me?"
"Yes"
"And what they say?"
Haethcyn blushed intensely as he looked down.
"That… that… that you're his ... his mistress or something. Some say you poisoned his mind and you are using him; Others say you seduce him with dragon magic because you share heart with one of them; And others simply say that ... that ... "
"What…"
"That you are a woman who ... sleep with whoever and that now that you have seduced an elf, you think to take away his immortality or something"
Lenore paled. Those were real insults! How dare they think of women like that?! They were really the ones who were mistress of anyone and would do anything to seduce someone!
"But ... I've also listened to Princess Éowyn ..."
Lenore glanced again at Haethcyn. Now the princess too?! What the hell had she done to Éowyn to hate her that way?!
"What did the princess say about me?" She asked.
"She has said that ... that ... these are just lies told by a woman bitter for life and not able to see the happiness of others without hating that person. In fact, she expelled two of her ladies-in-waiting and a maid of her service for listening to them say that. She told them that they were a shame as women and that she did not want to see them again and that if she found out that they were talking about you in that way, she would have them punish "
Lenore was stunned. The princess ... the princess protected her?! That was the least expected, after all they were in very bad terms.
"Lenore," said Haethcyn after a moment, "you know? Princess Éowyn is very different from what I thought the nobles were. I mean, I do not love her as much as I do to you, but I can tell you that she has treated me well and protects me. I believe that you, the elf-lord, Lord Aragorn and she are very different people because, although they are of the nobility, they are not cruel to those who are poor and orphans like me "
Lenore knelt in front of the boy and smiled at him as she stroked his head.
"You are not poor" she said "because you have a heart of gold, only it is rare the person who realizes it"
She hug him.
"You are very good Haethcyn, and you are an excellent friend"
"You will not tell the princess everything I told you, right?"
"Do not worry, Haethcyn, your secret is safe"
Éowyn was on her way to the cellar toward the kitchen. She was going to talk very seriously to the head of the cooks because she'd asked her to have dinner an hour earlier and, behold, they were not even in the middle of the preparation. It seemed like she had to do it all!
She was carrying two sacks of potatoes with work when a person took a sack and helped her up the stairs leading to the kitchen.
Éowyn turned sharply and, seeing who was, made a gesture of displeasure that did not go unnoticed by Lenore. However, this time she ignored it because what she had gone specifically was to make peace with her and arguing from the beginning, was not going to get anything.
"Lady Lenore" greeted her coldly with a slight bow of her head.
"Your Highness" replied "can I help you with this?"
The princess was surprised. Why was that kindness?
"I come in peace, Your Highness. In fact, I come to make truces with you "
The princess was even more surprised. Why would she want to make truces with her? After all, the argument they had in the barn the night Lenore and her dragon arrived at Edoras had not been anything.
Lenore, seeing the disbelief on Eowyn's face, added:
"A little bird told me that there have been many gossip against me in connection with my dealings with the elf-lord. Also, that little bird told me Your Highness, instead of also joining those gossip as one would think because we are in bad terms, on the contrary, has pleaded for me several times "
She paused.
"From what I've noticed, I had misjudged Your Highness, and in fact, I wish we would start over. So, my pleasure, my name is Lenore, and yours? "She added extending her hand as a greeting
Éowyn looked at her in astonishment. Who would have said such a thing to Lenore? That really did not matter, what mattered was her reaction. Who would tell her that this woman whom all the dragons, her brother and some Rohirrim admired, and who had gotten the love of an elf and who in her opinion was superb, would approach her so that they would start again?
What would she do? Would she accept the truce? Or was there some double intention? Finally, she decided to give her a chance, if Lenore had approached with good intention, the logical thing was that she also gave her a chance.
"My pleasure, Lady Lenore, my name is Éowyn," she replied, shaking her hand.
Lenore smiled.
"Where do we take this, Your Highness?" She asked.
"I'm going to take it to the kitchen. These women who were supposed to have ready dinner, is the time that they haven't finished. Now, if I may, Lady Lenore, I need to take this to the kitchen and run those women "
"In fact, I thought to help Your Highness"
Éowyn turned to her.
"Help me?" She repeated incredulously. "You do not have to show me that you share a heart with a dragon, and you can carry this without much trouble, Lady Lenore"
"That's not my idea. In fact, I know we do not get along for some of those reasons, but what Your Highness does not know is that while everyone says they admire me, I admire you "
"You admire me?" Éowyn mockingly repeated, "pretend to make fun of me, Lady Lenore?"
"Not at all. I admire you because everything you can do, you do not need to share a heart with a dragon while I, could not do anything I do nor would be what I am if I did not share my heart with my dragon "
Lenore paused.
"That is to say, carrying the weight of the organization of the castle, the court and all servitude ... is a colossal task and not anyone could do, and less a woman like me"
"I thank you for your words, Lady Lenore, but that does not help me if no one knows how to recognize me" replied the princess with some sadness and bitterness "the important and worthwhile thing about Rohan is the sword, the battles won, the armor, everything It ... what a woman does at home is often forgotten "
"That's because men are fools" answered Lenore
Éowyn looked at her in surprise. Who would tell her that this woman who had a love relationship thought and said that, perhaps it was because her lover was not a man but an elf.
"Yes," Lenore went on, "the men-ah, yes! Great battles and war wounds, but what happens? To any wound, they make a great scandal and cry for the pain, instead we ... every month we are in a scream for the pain and what ... here we are working without complaining in the least. I bet no man would be able to withstand the pains we have every month.
"And what about the food? If they are not given to eat the very fools, they die of hunger because they only know if perhaps to roast something in a campfire and nothing more"
Éowyn smiled. All this was true, she had never thought about it.
"They boast that their hands are calloused by arms, but put them to sweep and to wash the floors and they would die of pain and they would emit blisters to them" continued Lenore imitating what it said.
The princess could not help laughing.
"And what about when they have to do several things at the same time?" Said Lenore
"Oh! They feel that the world is coming to them! "Replied Éowyn amused" and they lose their patience and they start to scream and make tantrum as any little boy would do"
"Exactly!" Lenore replied.
"And they do not know how to make resources, without their weapons they are left without knowing what to do"
"Do not even say Your Highness"
Éowyn and Lenore looked at each other and laughed.
"You see, Your Highness, men are neither more nor less than us women. Only they are very foolish and blind to realize that in fact many things in the castle would not work without you "
The princess smiled.
"It's not common to find someone who really knows how to appreciate you," she murmured.
"No," agreed Lenore "although there are its honorable exceptions, but the point is that in my case ... I admire you for it"
She offered her hand.
"Truces?" She told her.
Éowyn smiled.
"Truces" replied while shaking hands
It had been a couple of days when Lenore, who was on a walk with AÉfen-leóht as they talked, suddenly seemed to hear the metallic sound of a sword.
Both guided by the continual sound of what seemed to be the clash of a sword, they approached a hiding place in an abandoned corner of what had once been the ancient stables of the horses. And what they saw left them stunned.
Princess Éowyn, armed with a beautiful sword practiced like an experienced warrior. Her movements were fluid and precise, there was no doubt, but they were firm and continuous.
The princess was so focused on her practice that she had not realized that the Black Dragon and Lenore were staring at her, until at a moment when she made a quick turn to stop an imaginary blow from behind, she saw them and paled.
"How long has been spying on me?" She asked harshly.
"Enough to see that you are an expert on the sword"
Éowyn frowned. She was not pleased at all that they had found her practicing with her sword, after all it was absolutely forbidden for the woman to practice any kind of weapon in Rohan.
She picked up her items and was leaving when Lenore stopped her.
"Can I ask something Your Highness?" She asked.
Éowyn frowned. What would she want? Would she want something in exchange for her silence? If that was her idea, the princess would deny it strictly, she was not a woman to be blackmailed, but what Lenore told her left her stunned.
"Ummm ... I'm not good at sparring. And I need to keep practicing and since Lord Aragorn is not available ... could you be my teacher? "
The princess was stunned. That that woman who had participated in a couple of battles did not know sparring?! That was not to be believed! And yet the princess realized in Lenore's eyes that she did not lie.
"It's okay. We started training today, "she told her.
For a couple of days, the princess had been teaching Lenore daily for several hours sparring while AÉfen-leóht was watching the lesson and was listening attentively so that they would not be discovered.
Éowyn turned out to be an excellent teacher. She was patient and could explain, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. Maybe it was because she could finally share something she loved with one of her own sex.
Apart from their lessons, the two between rest and rest talked and then resume with more energy the following duels. In a short time, Lenore had learned a couple of defenses and attacks and her movements were fluid and although not precise at all, she had improved considerably.
On that day, Éowyn and Lenore drank water before beginning the second part of the sparring lesson.
"What do you think?" Lenore asked, looking at her thoughtfully.
The princess and Lenore by then spoke by name.
"You know Lord Aragorn, do not you?" She asked quietly.
Lenore nodded.
"Since when?"
"A few months ago. I met him at a place called Rivendell "
"And what do you know about him?"
Lenore raised an eyebrow in surprise at the question she did not understand.
"What do I know about him?" He repeated.
"Yes. I mean, he's your friend, what do you know about him? "
"Ummm ... I know he's a Ranger and I think he's the leader or something of all of them. I also know that he is the best at what he does. He is an excellent swordsman and an honorable and understanding man. He gets along very well with Legolas and both have known each other for a long time ... ummm ... what else, what else? "
"Have you heard of Lady Arwen?"
At the sound of the name Lenore looked at Éowyn in surprise.
"Yes. She is the lady of the thoughts of Lord Aragorn "
"And you know her?"
"Personally? No. But it is said that she's very beautiful, elves call her the 'Evenstar'"
"And she ... where is she from?"
"As I know, she is the daughter of Lord Elrond de Rivendell. She is an elleth "
Éowyn sighed sadly. If Lady Arwen was an elleth and was in love with Aragorn, and he of hers ... there was nothing to do. Everyone knew that once an elf or elleth fell in love, he or she never stopped loving that person.
"You love Lord Aragorn, do not you?" Lenore asked quietly.
"He is a very different man, Lenore, he is one of the few exceptions that know how to appreciate my effort. When we fled to Helm Deep and the dragons attacked us for the first time, he made me see that my work and presence in the fort was indispensable ... no one had ever told me such a thing "
Lenore realized that Éowyn had not answered the question. Perhaps then what the princess felt was rather a crush. She wished it were so that the princess would not suffer.
"One day will come the day you find the right man" she said "and I assure you it will be the strangest way. For example, I found him in a realm that is not mine.
The princess smiled.
"A three-time duel?" She said after a moment.
"Oh! That's not fair, teacher! "Exclaimed Lenore" well we know who will win! "
"This time you have permission for use your superhuman strength"
Lenore and her dragon looked sideways. The Black Dragon snorted as inciting her.
"Okay," she replied with a shrug.
"The one who wins two of three, has the right to ask for something that the other will do without 'but'"
Lenore looked at the Black Dragon. Surely the princess had a catch, but would use her superhuman strength and help AÉfen-leóht, so ... what could happen?
Lenore was defeated a second time. She had had the good fortune to beat the princess in the second duel, but decidedly the princess was much better than her, because with everything and had used her superhuman strength had lost.
Éowyn helped her to her feet.
"Caught you" she said smiling
Lenore sighed.
"Ok, what are you asking for?"
Éowyn came over and said something in her ear that made Lenore turn sharply.
"You cannot be serious!"
"I won two of the three duels" said the princess
Lenore turned to see her dragon who had approached and for a moment her eyes became almost identical to those of this one, who almost immediately snorted in astonishment.
"Oh boy!" Lenore said.
Aragorn was sitting in his usual place, looking in the direction of Minas Tirith always with his eyes fixed on whether or not he could see the smoke at any moment.
However, the fact that he was watching closely toward the horizon did not prevent his mind from wandering through various matters that concerned him and one of which was ... Arwen.
What would his beloved Evenstar be like? He still seemed to see in her eyes the pain and tears she felt at the moment he asked her to forget their relationship and to go to Válinor with all those of her race.
Yet Aragorn could not help but feel a terrible pain in his heart because he loved her and knew he would continue to love her for the rest of his life.
Seeing the joy of Legolas and Lenore reminded him of his own which he had sacrificed for the sake of Middle-Earth and to protect her from any evil that the Dark Lord of Mordor intended to do to her, after all he was the future king of Gondor.
How rare and mysterious were the designs of the Válar! To some gave them the joy of love, while others took them away ... it was true that Lenore really deserved and needed the love of the elf more than anyone after having suffered what she had suffered. However, that did not make the Ranger feel better, because he would have given anything because the situation changed and he could also be next to his beloved Arwen.
A voice that had a distant similarity to the roar of a dragon took it out of his sad reflections.
"What is troubling you, son Arathorn?"
Aragorn turned sharply and saw that it was Gim-sylfred who sat down beside him.
"What is troubling you, son of Arathorn?" The Silver Dragoness once again asked. "I have noticed that there is great sadness and worry in your eyes. What is it? "
"The war" he replied "this war worries me and the situation that can be unleashed when Sauron attacks Minas Tirith. I do not think we will face any army, I think it will even be worse than the one we faced in Helm Deep "
Gim-sylfred snorted and nodded.
"Is that all, son of Arathorn?"
Aragorn looked at her in surprise at the question.
Gim-sylfred turned to him.
"You, son of Arathorn, you listen to all and for all you are a counselor, but ... who listens to you? Everyone at some point needs to be heard, so ... what is troubling you, son of Arathorn? "
Aragorn smiled. That Silver Dragoness was offering to listen to him and that he could vent with someone.
He thought for a moment ... why not? The Bregu had shown themselves to be highly perceptive, intelligent, wise, noble and good-hearted dragons. In other times, he would never have done it, but he had had plenty of hard evidence to know that if there was anyone outside the Fellowship and whom he could trust, it was precisely the Bregu, in this case Gim-sylfred who was closest to him.
"I was thinking of Arwen," he said softly.
Gim-sylfred snorted surprised because she had never heard that name in her long life.
"She is the daughter of Lord Elrond. She is an elleth "
"And she is your fela-leóre? Your 'fire of your heart'? "
Aragorn nodded.
"I was thinking about her," he continued, "how much I miss her and look forward to seeing her face, her eyes, hearing her voice"
"And where is she?"
"I guess that in Válinor or at least on the way to that place"
Gim-sylfred snorted confused.
"The children of the First Children of Ilúvatar never leave those who choose their heart. Why would she leave? "
"Because I asked her," he replied, "I asked her out of fear of what might happen to her in this war against the Dark Lord of Mordor. I ... I could not bear to have anything happen to her, that is why I asked her to forget me and to go to Válinor because only in that place would she be safe "
"You should not have asked for that, son of Arathorn"
Aragorn turned sharply toward Gim-sylfred.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not your decision, it's hers. If Lady Arwen loves you, she will stay with you and will not mind anything that might happen. Is not this the love of the children of the First Children of Ilúvatar? It is immortal "
"I know," murmured Aragorn, "I fear that I have ... broken her Fëa"
"Gim-sylfred, can I ask you something?" He said after a moment
The Silver Dragoness snorted and nodded.
"Have you ever fallen in love?"
Gim-sylfred tilted her head in surprise at the question.
"Yes" answered "long ago"
"And what happened?"
"My fela-leóre is already with the Goddu ... in the stars" she replied while in her beautiful steel-colored eyes appeared a slight cloud of sadness
"I am so sorry"
"Do not feel it, son of Arathorn. He was much older than me, and yet ... we were very happy. Fortunately, he died for his age unlike others of our race who their be-táht died thanks to the children of other races "
"But his death must have hurt you"
"No doubt, son of Arathorn. We dragons, when we fall in love are faithful to our partner until the end of our days. But ... I have his memories and his love for me. Perhaps physically he is no longer here, but is present in my heart "
She paused.
"All my friends told me that it was not a good idea to join him because my fela-leóre was much older in age than I was, but I did not care ... I loved him and it was my decision and mine alone, of which until now I do not regret"
Gim-sylfred turned to Aragorn.
"So you too, son of Arathorn, she loves you, and she and only she can make the decision. If my knowledge of the children of the First Children does not fail me, I am sure your fela-leóre will not leave you and will prefer to stay by your side. So, do not suffer, son of Arathorn, and instead, when you see her again, do not push her away, but instead enjoy her love. Love is a gift that the Goddu give to very few beings "
Aragorn looked at the Silver Dragoness, she well rivaled in advice and wisdom with Gandalf.
"What else is troubling you, son of Arathorn?" She asked again after a moment
"Minas Tirith. Gim-sylfred the battle that is going to happen there will be hellish ... "
"How are you so sure? For the army you're talking about? "
"Not only do I speak, do you remember Lenore's song?"
Gim-sylfred nodded.
"The song, if I remember correctly says: 'The pain of woe can not exceed the woe of the aftermath, the drums will shake the castle's walls, the Ringwraiths ride in black' and according to the revelation of Lady Galadriel, in this battle there would be so many dead that not even the fire would bring peace, and if it is added that the Ringwraiths will go ... "
"It's true ... but also if I remember correctly, it also says 'Sing as you raise your bow' and 'Dance in the dark night', which speak of never giving up hope and that there will also be a brief moment of joy"
"But at what cost, Gim-sylfred?"
"Not as high as the one that would be paid if A-aglaéca Ágend wins. Son of Arathorn, we all have to pay, nothing in this life is free, for everything there is to fight even to preserve the Goddu gifts we must fight, but remember: hope is the last thing that dies in every living thing. While there is hope in Middle-Earth, there will be forces to defeat A-aglaéca Ágend, in addition the song of our draca-háta also says 'and time will tell us all'. There is nothing written, cling to it when you are in the dark night"
Aragorn nodded slowly. That Silver Dragoness was certainly wise and knew what it was that he needed to hear and not what would flatter his ear.
"What else is troubling you, son of Arathorn?" She asked again after a few minutes
"I fear the future, Gim-sylfred"
The Silver Dragoness tilted her head confused.
"Why?" She asked.
"If we beat Sauron, I do not know what I'm going to do. That is to say, I am the heir of the crown of Gondor, but ... but all my life I have been a simple Ranger, I know nothing of how to govern a kingdom ... what if I fail? What if I'm a lousy king? "
"Son of Arathorn, no one is born knowing, we must all learn along the path of our life and never stop learning. However, sometimes the Goddu allow us to have a teacher and in your case, it is this war that moves Middle-Earth.
"Are you afraid of how to rule a kingdom? You have already done something more difficult than it was to lead an army of men to which triplicated in number an army of orcs and ... you won.
"A king must bring unity and peace ... son of Arathorn under your command the Fellowship of the Ring has gone forth, an elf and a dwarf have become friends and with your wisdom you have allowed an elf and our draca-háta to be happy.
"A king must be brave, honorable, trustworthy, wise and humble ... and you, son of Arathorn, you are ... why do you think dragons have allied with you, who you say you are a mere Ranger, and not a king Like Théoden?
"For thousands of years the dragon race has made no alliance with any other child of another race and behold now ... you are the first one that by unanimity the dragons consider that you are worthy to be our ally.
"Are you afraid? We all have it at some point in our life, but do not worry because you'll never be alone ... son of Arathorn, I will always fight at your side, because you are my friend "
Aragorn felt his eyes fill with tears. Never before had anyone said such encouraging words with the exception of Arwen. That Silver Dragoness really was a blessing sent by the Válar.
He lifted his hand and gently stroked her muzzle which made Gim-sylfred snorted with pleasure.
"If we are friends, why do you call me 'son of Arathorn' and not by my name, Gim-sylfred?"
"The dragons we take very seriously the question of the names and, so far, no one of the children of the other races we have considered them worthy to be called by their name more than the Ge-sipwíf, but ... you are not very far"
Aragorn smiled. He was not a man who liked hugs like Merry or Pippin, but certainly he was more than grateful to Gim-sylfred for her understanding.
Suddenly he saw that the steel-colored eyes of the Silver Dragoness were narrowed and that her face read the restlessness.
Gim-sylfred got up and looked around intently.
"Gim-sylfred, what is it?" Asked concerned Aragorn
But the Silver Dragoness did not respond, continued listening intently around her, surely something she had heard was very important.
Suddenly she turned her face sharply in the direction of Minas Tirith.
"Son of Arathorn ..." she called
Aragorn turned to look in the same direction. The smoke signals were visible.
Finally Lenore and Princess Éowyn had make truces but... what did the princess asked her that make Lenore and her dragon pale?
For the first time, it was now Aragorn who needed to be listened and it was the someone who no one would ever guess: the Bregu of the Silver Dragons, Gim-sylfred. Seems that the Silver Dragoness is very wise, maybe it has to do because she is the oldest of all the Bregu. Also a couple of details about love affairs among dragons were detailed.
But now, the signals of smoke from Minas Tirith that had seen... what will happen?
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Á-blícan (white glitter): White Dragon that is the Bregu of his clan.
AÉfen-leóht (night light): Black Dragon that is the Bregu of his clan of his realm. He shares his heart with Lenore.
A-aglaéca Ágend: name given to Sauron in the language of dragons.
Be-sníwod (covered with snow): Ice Dragoness that is the Bregu of her clan.
Bregu (chief of dragon): title that has the leader of each clan. They're the best warriors of every clan.
Be-táht: word that in the language of dragons is used for their mate.
Clíf-stan (rough rock): Earth Dragon that is the Bregu of his clan.
Draca-háta (leader of dragons): title that has the leader and alpha of the dragons. For being a draca-háta is necessary to share heart with one dragon.
Fela-leóre (fire of my heart): tender way that dragons use for calling their beloved.
Gim-sylfred (silvered jewel): Silver Dragoness that is the Bregu of her clan.
Goddu: name given to the Válar in the language of dragons
Líg-raesc (a flash of lightning): Light Dragon that is the Bregu of his clan.