Wolf of Numenor

by keller.blair1

Jon snow the bastard of Eddard Stark has spent the last six years in Highgarden finding true friends among the reach lords and ensnared the heart of the golden rose. His Journey shall take him to lands far from the shores of Westeros and here he shall find true kinship among the faithful. Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien sinomë maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta.

66. Returning to the Northern Realm

Kindly leave a review Jon finally returns to Annuminas

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KHAZAD-DÛM

When she awoke many hours later, Galadriel's first feeling was a pleasant warmth upon her cheek. At first, she thought it was merely a dream, and then the memories of last night came rushing back.

After so long, she and Jon had consummated their love and bonded as husband and wife.

"I can scarcely believe I was merely content to watch my beloved and rather than share in his passions," Galadriel thought, feeling quite foolish for having waited so long to surrender herself to Jon.

Just remembering everything she did last night filled Galadriel with both joy and shame in equal measure; she had given in to her fierce lust and committed acts of such debauchery if any should find out, they would never see her as the Lady of Light again.

And yet, she cared little for the opinions of others so long as she had Jon were together.

Covering her naked body with the sheets, she began to kiss her lover's neck with fervour leaving a mark on him, and she was soon overcome with the scent of her beloved and wanted to claim every part of Jon's body for herself. He may have the love of many in his heart, but she will ensure that her aunt Ìrimë and herself become the dearest to her wild wolf.

But for the moment, Galadriel will enjoy caressing every part of Jon's body ... Marking it as her possession because he was hers.

Something she shall make clear to Jon's mortal loves as she had no intention of being parted from her wild wolf again.

Due to the caresses of the beautiful elf, his wild wolf began to wake up, and Jon got up to see Galadriel kissing his neck.

"Good morning, Jon," Galadriel said happily before laying a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"Morning, my Star of the West", Jon said, returning her kiss with tenderness.

"Last night, my wolf was wonderful," Said the beautiful elf with a radiant smile.

"It was ... It was ..." Jon tried to say but having shared the bed with the fairest of the House of Finwë was too much, and he merely smiled in happiness.

"I know my fool Jon," Galadriel said, teasing her wolf until his face had turned scarlet.

"According to the laws of your people, now I'm married to you and Lalwen, "Jon said proudly, drawing her closer to his chest.

"I know ... That fills you with pride, doesn't it?" Galadriel questioned, kissing Jon's chest.

"Aye, it fills me with pride to know I snared the hearts of such fair maidens you and Lawlen are as dear to me as the stars of the heavens," Jon replied, delighting in her scent and warmth.

"Thank you for your words, my beloved, but as I already told you, you are the only one among all the Atani worthy of my aunt and me. Thank you for loving us as you do," Galadriel said, gazing at him with fierce love.

Seeing the love in her eyes, he was overcome with a furious desire and placed a kiss upon her brow.

Laughing merrily, Galadriel began to kiss Jon, and he, in turn, took her by the hips and soon they were consumed by their passions again.

"Alas, Soon I will return to Annúminas and you to Imladris ..." Jon said sadly, but Galadriel kissed him again.

"Only for a short time, I intend to return to Belfalas to put my Kingdom in order and when I am sure that it will be in the hands of a competent Castilian ... I intend to live with you in Annúminas ... And I am sure that my Aunt shall accompany me, "Galadriel said vexedly knowing how jealous her aunt was in regards to their love.

Meanwhile, he felt surprise and happiness knowing that both Princesses of the Noldor would finally live with him.

"Rhaenys won't like that Lalwen lives with us," Jon thought, remembering the rivalry between Rhaenys and Lalwen.

"Certainly not…" Galadriel said with amusement reading the mind of her beloved before kissing him once more, and soon they embraced each other in a flurry of heat and lust.

They made love for the better part of the morning, and Galadriel believed that she would become expectant, although, in her heart, she knew that she shall not bear her wolf's children for many more years. That filled her with sadness, but she comprehended that it was better not to bring children into the world if dark times awaited them.

Soon the bed began to creek and splinter clearly; their passions had overcome them, and though dwarven craftsmanship was sturdy, apparently the lusts of elves and men could undo it.

They both looked at each other in surprise, their faces flushed and sweaty before grinning ruefully.

"We cracked a solid oak bed ..." Jon said, chuckling before taking her in his arms again.

"This ... is discomfiting ..." Galadriel said, deeply saddened, burying her face in Jon's chest.

"King Durin shall heckle me, but you will be safe my beloved star," Jon said, kissing Galadriel's head.

"Ohhh ... Jon"

"Sshhh ... We'd better get some rest, my star, I'm sure we'll be summoned soon ..." Jon said only to discover that Galadriel had fallen asleep again.

Jon smiled before laying a chaste kiss upon her golden tresses. "Sleep well, my love; you shall forever be in my heart."

Finally, after what seemed like a few more hours, Jon and Galadriel were awakened by knocking on the door and rubbing their eyes wearily. Jon and Galadriel remembered that they had destroyed the bed and felt ashamed.

Galadriel sheathed her naked body in the sheets while Jon hastily put on his breeches before opening the door, and there was a very old-looking dwarf in the entranceway with a white beard.

"Greetings, Lord Jon, his majesty asked me to tell you that he expects you and Lady Galadriel for breakfast as well as ask you to bring your creations," The old dwarf said with a smile, and Jon groaned.

"Very well, we shall be there shortly though I must ask you to draw us a bath," Jon said, reddening while the Dwarf smiled maliciously, nodded and left; the young Targaryen had not finished closing the door when he felt a knock on his head.

"Ah, by the Valar, what was that for?" Jon asked angrily.

"For being so foolish, they will discover us ..." Galadriel said, blushing.

"Everyone already knows, they have known for years ... And I suspect the dwarves shall ask why the bed was broken," Jon replied, enjoying his beloveds reddening countenance.

"Be silent, Jon; we must prepare", Galadriel snapped back, still covered with the sheets.

"I know my star; it seems Durin wishes to see what I forged with the Maltagil ", Jon said.

"I don't blame him ... They are beautiful, Jon, Especially my gift," Galadriel said before kissing him, but he pulled away to her surprise and disappointment.

"Thank you, my beloved ... But unfortunately, we must stop. I'm afraid we shall end up in bed again or what's left of it," Jon said, looking at the state of the oak bed.

She groaned in annoyance, which filled him with a great deal of pride, knowing he could enrapture her as she did him.

"Yes, as vexing as it is, we just wait till evening, and then I shall take you as a wolf takes his bitch", Jon whispered in her ear.

When he saw his beloved blush, Jon couldn't resist and began to laugh, which earned him a blow from Galadriel.

"By the Valar that stings", Jon complained.

"Good ..." Said the flushed elf snarled.

"Let's go ... Let's go to the tub, my beloved", Jon said, leading his beloved into the washroom where a deep basin of warm water awaited them.

After washing away the remnants of their passions from the previous night, Jon and Galadriel made their way to the throne room; it was filled with many dwarves, whether the king's council or those miners who had aided in the metals forging.

"At last ..." King Durin said as he saw his guest arrive.

"Forgive us for being late; we were occupied", Jon said, bowing slightly, but King Durin snorted.

"Yes ... I'm certain you were. Good morning, Lady Galadriel," King Durin said reverently, and the beautiful elf responded with a bow of her own.

"Has the Maltagil metal lived up to your expectations?" Galadriel asked, very curious about the metal that her beloved wolf and the King created, and all the Dwarves began to speak animatedly, and King Durin nodded.

"I never thought I would see the day when our Mithril could be bound to another metal and retain its beauty ... That knowledge you gave us is a treasure greater than anything we have seen in this Age. Thank you, my friend, "King Durin said.

"Indeed, Enerdhil's knowledge will be in good hands ... Now the Dwarves and the Eldar shall be able to wrought objects of great beauty like those created in the ancient days of Beleriand," Said Jon, pleased to have aided the Dwarves so greatly.

"Aye, but forgive me if I'm too insistent ... Please show me your creations; I greatly desire to see them," King Durin said joyfully.

"Very well," Jon said, opening the oaken box revelling the fillet of Maltagil set with the pearl of Ulmo that shone in many shades and hues; beside it rested the dragon necklace he had forged for Lawlen glittering like the leaves of spring.

Glimpsing both pieces of jewellery, the Dwarves murmured in amazement if Jon had not lived among them for so long, they would have scarcely admitted one of the secondborn could forge things of such beauty.

The King quickly approached the box excitedly and pondered his two works with delight, as they seemed to glow like the setting sun upon the peaks of the mountains.

But seeing the strange and wonderful shine that the pearl and emerald emit, Durin raised an eyebrow, but he nodded smugly and sighed in satisfaction.

"When I allowed you… to come to learn here, I did it because I wanted to meet you, I wanted to know why Sulimo had summoned you from the" Outer Lands ", and perhaps if we passed on some of our knowledge to you, we could help the plans of the Valar. However, we did not believe that a mortal would equal us in mastery, but you proved us false, you are the first and perhaps the only one among all men whose knowledge rivals that of the Dwarves, even here where we accept nothing less than perfection, King Durin said, looking at Jon as satisfied and proud as a father to a son.

Feeling that Jon smiled and contained a tear that came out of his eye.

"I thank you for your kind words, Lord Durin. I know not what strength runs through my veins, yet I feel at ease when I learn the lore of the Elder races and shall not accept anything less than perfection," said Jon.

"Then there is no doubt that you are descended from the Noldor ... Isn't that so, my Lady?" King Durin asked Galadriel, who nodded.

"It is true, my people have a great love for knowledge just like you, Jon, and regarding your ancestry, it is not surprising because you enjoy learning," Galadriel said, looking at her love with pride, and Jon smiled somewhat sadly.

My Lady… "He said, pained while the Dwarves laughed.

"Well, these objects are wonderful, worthy of a King and a Queen; however, it seems to me that something is still missing; what did you do with the Silmaril?" King Durin asked, raising an eyebrow, not believing his old friend had done away with the gem.

Sighing, he had to acknowledge the King's cunning and smiled.

"I knew you would notice ... Yes, I forged something with the Silmaril and left it in the keeping of one whom I love", Jon said, noticing how the King stared at him suspiciously.

"And to whom did you gift that sacred gem?" King Durin asked, feigning ignorance as he looked at Galadriel, who merely blushed.

"Jon entrusted the Silmaril to me," Galadriel said, revealing her new necklace to the astonished dwarves.

Seeing the image of Galadriel bearing the shining Silmaril, many dwarves wept in joy for nothing so fair had ever graced their halls; it was as if Varda herself had journeyed across the great sea and stood before them.

"Nauglamir," One of the Dwarves said, and Jon was proud to hear it.

The Nauglamír was made for Finrod by Dwarves of the Ered Luin and was the most renowned of their works in that Age. They fastened on it gems that Finrod brought from Valinor. It was his most prized treasure in Nargothrond and the most famed Dwarven work of the Elder Days.

During and after the Fall of Nargothrond, the Nauglamír remained therefore forgotten in the hoard of Glaurung. His Forebear Húrin found it and brought the famous treasure to the Kingdom of Doriath, and threw it on the floor, bitterly "thanking" Thingol for fostering his son and wife. When Húrin left, Dwarves of Nogrod had been invited to Menegroth by Thingol and decided to refashion it and fasten the Silmaril of Lúthien and Beren on it.

But this would be the undoing of Thingol.

The Dwarves were enthralled by its gems and, of course, the Silmaril, and demanded it from Thingol, claiming it as just payment for their labours. Thingol realised that they wished to possess the Silmaril and sent them from Doriath without any payment, so the Dwarves slew the King. The Dwarves fled, only to be slaughtered by the avenging Elves who killed all but two and returned the Nauglamír to Doriath. However, a great host from Nogrod, roused to war and began the Battle of the Thousand Caves, stealing the entire treasure of Doriath, including the Nauglamír. But they were waylaid by Beren at Sarn Athrad. The Dwarves were all slain, and the treasure was cast into the River Ascar, except for the Nauglamír, which Beren took to Lúthien.

A beautiful gem with a tragic history, but to be held in the same esteem as those mighty smiths of the Elder days indeed, there was no more lavish praise.

"I thank you for your kind words, though I have much to learn," Jon said humbly, and King Durin nodded.

"That is obvious ... The life of a blacksmith is a life of toil and training; there is no such thing as perfection ... It can always be improved," King Durin said wisely.

"Thank you for your wisdom, King Durin; I intend to do just that ... Well, even if I learn the techniques of Enerdhil, it will not make me a better blacksmith if the quality of my work is deplorable," Jon said.

"You mustn't be so hard on yourself, my wolf", Galadriel said gloomily.

"It seems after spending so long among these admirable fellows I 've inherited some of their inclinations", Jon replied, amused.

"Aye, I wouldn't call your work deplorable, yet you've a great deal to learn before you shall equal the skills of Telchar or Azaghâl," King Durin said, and the dwarves nodded in agreement.

And at that moment, a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt rushed into the hall and knelt before the king.

"Excuse me for interrupting you at this moment of joy, Your Majesty, but it seems our kin from the Eastern Lands are approaching the gate," The Dwarf said, surprising everyone.

"Magni ..." Jon said, guessing who it was.

"It seems they arrived earlier than planned ..." Galadriel said in an impassive tone.

"Indeed, I hope their journey was pleasant," Jon said.

"Aye, let us greet our kin of the East," Durin said before strolling out of the hall, followed closely by his guard and councillors.

Jon, Galadriel and King Durin, along with a dozen armed guards and heralds carrying banners of the House of Durin, went to the East Gate, and there they could see how little by little a vast clan of Dwarves bearing many different banners were approaching.

"It is Magni, Son of Thurimar ... He is in the lead," Galadriel said; after a few moments, waylaying Jon's apprehension, and he kissed her cheek, filling Galadriel with a keen joy.

After waiting for some half an hour, the caravan had arrived at the Eastern gate, and they could see many dwarves of the Eastern houses.

Magni, Britu and the others had not changed much; they were dressed in their finest raiments though their countenance was soured no doubt weary from the long journey Westward.

Seeing Jon and Galadriel standing next to King Durin, Magni smiled slightly and stepped forward, but his way was barred by the King's councillors.

"You stand in the presence of Durin IV, King of Durin's Folk, King of Khazad-dûm, the fourth incarnation of Durin I," Said one of the Councilors.

"Greetings ... King Durin, I am Magni, Son of Thurimar, and I am a member of the House of the Ironfists in the East ... I am the one who leads this colony of fierce and courageous Dwarves ..." Magni said, bowing before the King as he nodded.

"I welcome you, Magni Son of Thurimar. I know of you and what you seek for my friends have told me plenty of your journies together," King Durin said, glancing at Jon and Galadriel.

"Indeed... Hello, again Jon, Lady Galadriel .." Magni said, bowing.

"Greetings, Magni" Son of Thurimar "..." Galadriel said with a kind smile.

"Hello, again, my friend. I trust your journey was a splendid one?" Jon asked with a smile, and the Eastern Dwarves began to angrily mutter amongst themselves.

"Long and tiring yes ... Difficult without a doubt ..." Magni growled.

"In that case, it is time for you to taste the hospitality of the West and rest among your kin," King Durin said with a nod, and Magni's kin let out cries of relief and many other platitudes.

"May the Mahal reward your generosity King Durin ..." Magni said in his voice laden with gratitude.

"Yes ... Boy, come on ... They arrived just in time, we were about to start our breakfast and discussing a new metal we have forged. You're welcome to join us as you played a part in its discovery." Durin said brusquely while Magni and his Dwarves were confused.

"Did you truly fashion a new metal?" Mangni asked, intrigued.

"Let's all go inside ... My servants will help you with your things ..." The King said, and a throng of dwarves appeared and began unloading the carts and saddlebags with a practised proficiency befitting a dwarf.

"Now it begins ..." Jon said, glad that Magni arrived safely, and Galadriel silently nodded.

"Thank you for your generosity; Jon and Lady Galadriel have probably already told you about the treasure we found ... But we also bring a fair amount of lamb that we bought in villages along the way ... We owe a debt to Jon's dragon ..." Magni said grumpily.

"Aye ... Vhagar has waited anxiously for you ... She will be happy to claim her reward ..." Jon said, amused at seeing the expression of the Dwarves.

"Yeah, the faster we pay that debt, the better", Magni grunted.

"In that case, let's all go inside; there is much to discuss", King Durin said before entering the mine, followed by Jon Galadriel and the Eastern Dwarves.

Around Midday, all the provisions had been carried into the great halls and tucked away for safekeeping. While Magni and his followers were escorted to the feasting hall where the prince of the Ironfist told them of his journies in the East and the treasure they had discovered there.

"Ah yes ... A treasures fit for a King ... Gems cut in the Undying Lands, Jon already showed me the white gems he received, they are wonderful", King Durin said, devouring a piece of roasted boar.

"Indeed… Although much had to be done to get it back, were it not for Jon's skill as a navigator and the magic of Galadriel, I daresay we would've never recovered the treasure though I feel I should have rewarded you more graciously for your aid my friends a few trinkets and chest are hardly worth your efforts, " Magni said looking at Jon and Galadriel with gratitude.

"Think nothing of it, Magni; I've enough treasure to last me many lifetimes," Jon said nervously, devouring a strawberry cake, while Galadriel and Durin laughed at his modesty.

"Oh, my humble foolish wolf," Said the Lady of Light, happy to tease Jon while drinking a goblet of wine.

"Yes, you owe them a great deal now. Have you thought of where you might settle?" King Durin asked, scrutinising Magni's every gesture with his gaze.

"No, not really ... I must be evenhanded, my people and I know little about the lands of the West except for what our elders say or what we have read, and I, in particular, have never been to Eriador, "Magni said with one hand stroking his beard.

"Why not Mount Gundabad?" One the Dwarves suggested, and once more, the halls were filled with much murmuring.

Now, this aroused Jon's curiosity. According to the Dwarves, Durin the Deathless, eldest of the Fathers of the Dwarves, awoke at Mount Gundabad shortly after the Awakening of the Elves. From that time forward, the mountain was revered by the Dwarves. However, since Durin awoke alone, he did not stay at the mountain; he walked southward until he founded Khazad-dûm. In the early ages, Mount Gundabad did serve as a place of assembly for delegations of Dwarves, yet Jon had no knowledge of any Dwarves settling there.

"Impossible the lands around our ancestral hall have been in Orcs' hands for many ages now, and I doubt we have the strength of arms to clear the lands around them," Durin said sourly.

"Perhaps the White Mountains? ... As far as we know, there are no kin of ours dwelling there," said Magni's Advisor, Brítu, but King Durin began to scratch his beard.

"Maybe Those mountains run from Thrihyrne in the northwest to Mindolluin and Amon Tirith in the east. A low spur rises to the southwest and ends at Ras Morthil; they are extensive and have nearby rivers to supply villages, although it seems to me that there are already men living in those places," King Durin said before taking a sip of wine.

"There are ... The men of Dunharrow ..." said Jon finishing his breakfast brooding on those men whose ancestors were servants of Sauron in the "Dark Days", the men of Dunharrow had helped them fifty years ago during the attack on Isengard, but he held little love for those men whose hearts were clouded by shadow.

"Are they trustworthy?" Asked King Durin.

"They aided us in the past ... And they swore allegiance to Isildur during the early days of Gondor," Jon said grimly, remembering the history of those men.

"Maybe we should start there Magni said in a thoughtful tone agreeing with the idea.

"It may be a good place to start a Kingdom ... But you can see to that later, you may stay in my domain as long as you need to rest and regain strength," King Durìn said with kindness and shrugging.

"That very kind of you, King Durin," Magni said with a grateful nod.

"Good ... Now going back to the treasure you recovered from the Sea of Rhûn ... In it, there were two books written in the Hidden City of Gondolin by the legendary blacksmith Enerdhil ..." King Durin said before producing a magnificent long steemed pipe.

When Jon saw the pipe, he was elated, but as quick as his joy came, it was crushed by a fierce blow to his mind, and he saw Galadriel eyeing him sternly.

"I know, my love", Jon groaned in vexation.

"You had better, my wolf, if I smell even a hint of that foul smoke upon you shall not be sharing my bed any night hence" Galadriel threatened while eating a roasted potato.

Knowing that he would be deprived of his beloved star's sweet touch and warmth made Jon sigh in concession, and for now, he will settle for smelling the smoke from the Dwarves' pipes.

"By the Valar, why must I be tortured so," Jon thought grimly, all the while the melodious laughter of his beloved rand in his ears.

"Do not think you have won my Star", Jon promised.

"We shall see my wolf", Galadriel replied, abiding the challenge.

"I know, those books are an unimaginable treasure of knowledge ..." Magni said.

"Knowledge that Jon has shared with us ... The Longbeards ... He taught us to forge a metal that had not been seen since Elder days," King Durin said smugly as Magni and his captains showed interest.

"King Durin had said it before ... It was a unique metal according to his words ..." Magni said, stroking his beard.

"It is a mixture of gold and Mithril, we call it Maltagil since Enerdhil did not name it in his book ... It is hard but soft and moldable ... But what makes it so wondrous is the silver lustre turned golden like the light of the dawn, by my beard it's wonderful ", said King Durìn inhaling the smoke of his pipe.

"By Mahal ... I never heard of something like this ... Even in the Far East we know that Mithril is a wonderful and beautiful metal that cannot be blended with other metals, but if you speak truly, it is a wonderful discovery ", Magni said excitedly.

"It is my friend, laborious is its creation, but equally great is the reward; see for yourself," Said Jon revealing the tiara and necklace to the stunned delegation of dwarves who gazed at them in wonderment and joy.

"Oh ... what splendid works," said Dwarf Britu.

"I knew the craftsmanship of Khazad-dûm was splendid, but ..." Magni began, but King Durin only snorted in annoyance.

"Thanks for your compliment, but I'm afraid that was not forged by any of my kin but by the man you see in front of you ..." Durin said, acknowledging Jon's talent and enjoying the stunned look of the Eastern Dwarves.

"By Mahal, I never imagined something like this to be possible the gems are of the loftiest quality, but this metal is akin gold; as if the light of the sun would have been trapped in it ... I did not believe that someone of the race of men could be so skilled in the arts of Mahal," Magni said.

"I wouldn't have thought it feasible myself, and without the aid of Vhagar's fire, I doubt I could equal those smiths of the Elder days", Jon replied humbly.

And with those words, Magni and his Dwarves glanced at the King with a look of awe and bafflement.

"Yes, I know what you are thinking; in all my years, I never believed I would see the day when a Dwarf would forge in a forge fueled by the fire of a dragon ... But still forging metal in those green flames was a memorable affair," Durin growled while the eastern dwarves conversed amongst themselves.

"I don't know what to say about this discovery ... It's like ... As if we were living in the legends of the First Age of the Sun," Magni said in astonishment.

"You don't have to say, anything boy, the Second Book of Enerdhil has many more techniques that have yet to be tested and mastered and since you aided in their recovery, I see no reason why you should not learn from them as well," King Durin said, blowing out several large rings of smoke.

"Oh, how wonderful, thank you for your generosity, King Durin may Mahal bless your realm and house for many ages," said Magni bowing.

"Hahahahahaha ... You're welcome," Said the Dwarf King chuckling and soon the high halls were filled with many cheers and the banging of ale mugs, much to the joy of Jon and Galadriel.

"It is wonderful when a new friendship arises, but there is still much to do forging armour as light as air, spears, axes and swords of great power, broad shields and beautiful jewels, I must hurry, my loves and King Elendil will not wait for me forever ... I better learn quickly to create beautiful gifts or my life could be in peril," Jon thought worried.

"That is wise of your, my wolf. I'm certain my aunt and your Lady loves shall be delighted by your labours," Galadriel said kindly, but Jon could perceive the condescension in her voice.

She had gotten the best gift of all ... And she knew it.

"You're just as possessive as Lawlen. I fear My return to Annúminas shall not be pleasant," Jon thought with a sigh.

"Nay, it won't but do not fret, my wolf. I shall be by your side for now; content yourself with learning the arts of my kin," Galadriel said before entwining her hands with his.

"I will strive to equal our kin in distant Beleriand, "Jon said with determination, and Galadriel smiled happily.

"I expect no less from you husband, I will advise Elrond, Círdan and Gil-Galad to go to Annúminas when you return; until then, I will keep the Silmaril hidden and safe," Galadriel said.

"Thank you, my Star", Jon replied happily.

"However, I fear our time together must come to an end. I've tarried too long in the halls, and my heart yearns for the woods and rivers," Galadriel said sourly at the thought of being parted from her wolf.

"I know my beloved star. I feel hollow when we are apart but do not fret for we shall not be parted for long", Jon said with resignation, and Galadriel contented herself by stroking his ebony curls.

"Every moment away from you is an unbearable agony, my foolish wolf, for many years I harboured my love in silence I shall bear this illusion a little while longer, but once I come to Annúminas, we shall never be parted again," Galadriel said sweetly, and this filled him with love greater than the light of the two trees.

In this way, both remained embraced, relishing the warmth and love of the other.

For the remaining half year, Jon dedicated himself to mastering the techniques of Enderhil forging wondrous swords that shone as flame when Orcs drew near and coats of mail that glittered like stars.

However, Jon did not limit himself only to following the techniques that Enerdhil left in his second book but using the many notes he had collected to forge several runic objects.

The chiefest among them was a brazier of Maltagil; Jon had Vhagar fill it with her fire and gave it to King Durin and the dwarves of Khazad-dûm as proof of the brotherhood between Dwarves and men, and there it sat for many centuries illuminating the great city.

Many centuries thereafter, the shadow and the flame banished the People of Durin from their ancestral home, filling the once beautiful halls with despair and darkness. However, that remembrance of the brotherhood between the Dwarves and the Lord of the Dragons continued to illuminate the vast corridors of Moria untouched by the evil things that now dwelt there.

And it was then in the Fourth Age that Durin VII, As the King of Durin's Folk, led a final return to the city. He was victorious, and once the evil was purged from those halls, he beheld the brazier of Maltagil in which the bright emerald fire of the dragon Vhagar still burned imperishably.

The vision of that beautiful monument gladdened the Dwarves, who, even after three thousand years, remembered the fantastic legends of the Lord of the Dragons, Aemond Targaryen, also known as Jon Snow.

Annúminas (Six Months Later)

It was a beautiful morning at Lake Evendim as the sun illuminated the sparkling waters, and the city was filled with pleasant spring winds; it seemed quite an unremarkable day.

However, that morning was exceptional, as many people had gathered in the city, chief among them King Elendil his sons Isildur and Anárion and Isildurs eldest Elendur.

Besides them were the Lords of the Elves such as Gil-Galad, Círdan and Glorfindel; beside them stood Elrond, who was accompanied by Celebrian and finally the Ladies Galadriel and Írimë whose joyous countenance filled Rhaenys with sour envy.

Since they met her, Lady Galadriel had changed a lot; she was a Lady of incomparable beauty and grace, like the moon and the stars, kind, warm, prudent, thoughtful and knowing but distant.

The death of her husband Celeborn had estranged her from her people for half a century and caused her to seek the comforts of Imladris, though as of late, her countenance had gladdened considerably.

Now she was much happier and more open; even her sense of dress was far more daring.

And most among them had an inkling who was responsible for her happiness, much to the vexation of Jon's loves.

Before, the Lady of Light seemed to radiate an ethereal silver glow as if the moon and the stars followed her wherever she went; of course, she still cast such a glow, but something in her had changed. Lady Galadriel now shone like the sun; her mere smile illuminated everything around her as if she herself conveyed the light of the flame imperishable.

However, the wisdom of the Lady of Belfalas was still magnificent and profound, therefore when she summoned the Sages to Annúminas, they all came without hesitation, eager to hear the tale she wished to tell.

That is the reason that Lords of Middle Earth had been summoned by Lady Galadriel at Jon's request a few months before his return because he wished to tell them something of great importance.

Yet the question persists, what was so noteworthy that only Jon would reveal? And why were the Lords of Elvendom summoned? Only Lady Galadriel knew it, and she had no intention of revealing it to anyone; not even her aunt or Celebrian knew her intentions as she felt it was Jon place to tell this tale.

The whole city was abuzz with well-wishers, and many wished to host a grand celebration; the young Westerosi was so loved and respected by the Citizens of Arnor that they desired to give him a proper reception.

"I can't believe Jon is finally coming back," Arianne said, holding in her good cheer.

"Indeed, perhaps he can explain why he tarried so long in those damnable mines and the East", Rhaenys said cruelly while sharpening Dramborleg with a fine wheat stone.

"I look forward to that merry tale myself," Daenerys said, sharpening her arrows.

Arya said nothing content to thrust Needle at some imagined foe though Loras and Robar could glean her intentions.

"Jon is a dead man", Loras and Robar thought, and to be evenhanded, it's not that Jon didn't merit it.

Isildur, for his part, said nothing clearly bewildered by the Westerosi while his eldest son smiled at their fierce loyalty.

While the other Westerosi, like Queen Rhaella, Sansa, Shiera and Ashara, were waiting expectantly for Jon's arrival, though their expressions were unreadable

When Jon returned from Dorwinion, he sent an account of his journey; in his letter, he spoke of summoning Vhagar by will alone, which astonished all the Ladies who in vain tried to call their dragons just as their beloved had, but it proved fruitless.

Their dragons understood them, but not as Jon had described in his letters; they knew that they were clever creatures and could understand their language, but their dragons couldn't discern their thoughts.

How had Jon thought to communicate with Vhagar? They will question him when he arrives.

However, all was not well; upon discovering that his wayward knight had revealed his dragon to the Easterlings, Elendil's wraith was terrible to behold, and many feared Jon would be stripped of his position.

It was only when a few days later they received a letter from Regent Hawain telling of Jon's bravery and how the great dragon had saved his city; fortunately, this soothed Elendils mood somewhat, though he would see Jon punished for his foolishness.

Finally, the letter spoke of the Dwarves of the Eastern houses who wished to flee East as the shadow of Sauron had grown mighty indeed.

This caught the attention of the King and his Council, so he quickly sent messages to his children so that they would strengthen the defences of Gondor lest the Lord of Mordor catch them unawares as he did all those years ago.

However, the thing that drew their curiosity was Jon, together with Lady Galadriel, ventured to the Sea of Rhûn, accompanying the throng of Dwarves, and with Vhagar's aid, they retrieved an ancient and fabulous treasure from the deeps of the sea.

Upon hearing their beloved had discovered some grand treasure, his Lady loves felt the adoration of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through them, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves, however, the queerest thing about the note was Jon spoke of how these treasures would change this Age as they came from distant Beleriand.

However, not all was well as Jon had said he would not return to until matters were settled in Khazad-dûm.

And so they all endeavoured to wait for him and settled for his letters of apology and promises of compensation, but their patience was wearing thin, and soon they would venture to Durin's Hall and drag him out by his ear if needed.

At last, it had been some six months since Jon returned to Khazad-dûm after his sojourn Eastward, and to the joy of his companions and loves, he would finally return home.

The entire City was anxiously awaiting the return of their champion as they had not seen him in a long time in a long count of years, while Loras and Robar were eager to see how their brother had changed in so long an absence.

"How much longer will we have to wait for Jon to return?" Arianne asked vexedly; she was eager to see her dragon again and far more anxious to lay with him again.

"It shouldn't take long, even Jon isn't so foolhardy as to leave us waiting, and he knows about our guest surely he was delayed", replied Robar, who was taken by the arm of his Lady Andreth who was silently observing everything that happened.

"If Aemond takes longer, I'll go look for him and ..." Rhaenys growled, irritated, clenching her axe tightly as everyone glanced at her; the anger in her expression was apparent, but there was love in her glance as well, for she had been parted from her beloved brother for far too long.

"Calm, my good maidens, your suffering shall soon end," Galadriel said, joyously glancing off into the distance.

"I can see a retinue of Dwarves approaching," King Gil-Galad said, suddenly no doubt his keen eyes had spied them some ways off.

"It's Jon and King Durin," Said Lord Glorfindel, happy to see his most talented and worrisome pupil.

"Good…" Rhaenys said, happily though Dramborleg hadn't fallen from her grasp much to the ire of Rhaella.

"Rhaenys ... Please," Said the former Queen wearily.

"Ohh ... I see, Jon," Sansa said excitedly and happy, practically jumping like a small child to the amusement of Ashara and Shiera, who stood next to her. She had chosen to wear a dress she had made herself; it was a beautiful gown of jet with pearls sewn into the bodice.

The dress did much to present her womanly figure, and the wolf of Tully hoped to attract her cousin's attention with it.

Finally, everyone could see a large retinue of Dwarves carrying the banners of the House of Durin.

They were marching on foot, and the strangest thing was that they were leading a caravan; however, all was forgotten when they saw the raminent of the Dwarves.

They were armed with splendid armour and weapons that shone like silver in the firelight, like water in the sun, like snow under the stars, like rain upon the Moon.

Their coats of mail were clearly not Mithril, yet it seemed as if a silver light had been woven between the steel rings.

When they saw them, the Kings and Lords were overcome; they knew of the skill of the Longbeards as many had visited their Halls before, but this was extraordinary.

"Oh ... by the Valar ..." Loras said, looking spellbound at the armour of the Dwarves.

"Indeed", Arya seconded, enraptured by the craft of the dwarves.

"I knew the smith of Khazad-Dûm's were the finest in Middle-Earth, yet none of the tales told of arms and armour so splendid," King Elendil said.

All the Lord's glanced silently at King Durin's retinue while Círdan and Glorfindel glanced at each other.

Arms and armour of such quality hadn't been seen in these parts and days since the sinking of Beleriand indeed, the retinue of Durin greatly resembled the Dwarves of Belegost, yet that should be impossible as no dwarf of such skill had survived those horrid wars.

But those thoughts were quickly put aside when they saw the person that all Annúminas desired to see.

Jon went next to King Durin ... A place of honour; he was strong and tall and valiant, his beard was cropped to his jaw, and his hair was shorn at his shoulders.

Jon Snow was undoubtedly the dream of every maiden; upon seeing him arrive, many girls whispered that he appeared as one of the Mighty of the West and fit to be the father of the kings of the Kings of Men beyond the Sea, Something that filled Lalwen and Galadriel with jealousy, as these foolish Arnorian girls spoke of him as if he were their husband.

He was dressed in a simple elven robe of red and black, on his neck, he wore two medallions of Mithril, and upon his brow, he wore a fillet of gold there sat a pearl great as a dove's egg, and its sheen was as starlight on the foam of the sea.

"Oh, what a magnificent gem," Círdan said, glancing in wonder at that jewel, and for a moment, he was reminded of the Nimphelos pearl, the one he gave to his King Thingol many centuries ago.

"Oooh… where did Jon get that beautiful gem?" Shiera asked, covering her mouth with her hands, unable to hide a cry of longing for the beautiful jewel, which amused her beloved Ashara, who struggled to suppress a laugh.

"It is akin to the Elendilmir," Elendil said, curiously staring at the strange jewel.

"I hope Jon has brought many gifts," Sansa said, eager to glimpse Jon's jewel while Arya sighed and gripped Needle with newfound vigour, keen to punish Jon.

A sentiment shared by Arianne, Rhaenys and Daenerys, who had yet to sheath their weapons.

"Mother ... do you know anything about this?" Celebrian asked, approaching her mother, who merely smiled.

"Yes dear.. Jon and I will finally tell you about what we found in the East and why he decided to abide in the Dominions of King Durin for these many months," Galadriel said, arousing the interest of the gathered Lords and Kings yet it seems the dwarves were not alone.

At first, they heard the beating of great wings with a clangour like a raging wind and out of the East came to a thunderous roar that shook the very foundations of Annúminas and then she appeared her glimmering bronze scales shining in the morning sun.

Vhagar, the dragon of Jon, had also returned, and the great she-dragon had grown as mighty as she was in the days of her youth.

"Oh, by the blood of Elros," Anárion said, staring in amazement at the majesty of the dragon.

"And now I see the might of this beast with my own eyes," Isildur said solemnly as he gazed at the dragon in wonderment.

"How could that creature have grown so large?" Lalwen questioned, fretted about Vhagar's size… She hadn't yet forgotten how the lizard had ruined one of her favourite dresses with her breath of green flames.

"Are you afraid?" Asked a smiling Rhaneys who had heard the fear in Írimë's voice and did not neglect the opportunity to mock her rival while Finwë's Daughter looked at her with rancour.

"Rhaenys…" Rhaella growled in a warning tone as she anxiously awaited her grandson's return.

The Sages, for their part, merely observed with amusement the well-known animosity between Rhaenys and Írimë, and in Celebrian's case, they held back their laughter.

On the other hand, the elves regarded the dragon with apprehension; they may have accepted that Erú gave them those beasts with some unknown purpose. Yet the tragedies that befell their kin in the Dagor Bragollach and Nirnaeth Arnoediad were ever on their mind still when they had heard that Galadriel as ridden the dragon into battle it was a great boon to all the elves of the West who never foresaw one of their own accomplishing something so grand.

To know the mightiest among them had ridden a dragon was something they greatly desired to see. Although these thoughts could wait as the apprentice of Ulmo had returned after many long years away, and they were eager to hear his council.

Finally, after many years, Jon stood before his King, his family, friends and mentors, and he was scared by their cold looks, chiefly Rhaenys, Arianne and Dany, who had their weapons in hand.

"It's not that I don't deserve it," Jon thought sadly.

At that moment, he stepped forward and knelt before Elendil and his children though he was surprised to see Isildur there.

He was a handsome man, tall although not as lofty as his Father, with a black beard and ebon locks and stood broader and stouter in build than his younger brother.

"I hadn't thought to see Isildur here ... It has been many years since I last saw him," Jon thought, astonished to see Elendil's heir again and noticing that his eldest son Elendur was with him.

"My King ... I have returned," Jon said humbly as he waited for his King's response, but he only stared at him silently for a few moments.

"Welcome, Jon Snow; long has it been since you walked my halls, and yet I expected you far sooner than this", King Elendil said in a tone that indicated he was not pleased.

"My King ... I know that I have ... aroused your anger, but I have very good reasons for it, if I may explain it ..." Jon said in a conciliatory tone, but Elendil's gaze hadn't softened.

"Go ahead, Jon; you have a great deal to explain and not just to me," Elendil said, sitting on his throne as one by one, all Jon's lovers, as well as his cousins, surrounded him.

Perceiving the danger, he merely smiled and hoped to abate their anger.

"Well, met my dearest friends" Jon could no longer speak because Arya struck him in the stomach, although to her surprise, she felt a great pain bearing up her arm.

"Aaahh!" The little wolf screamed, holding her hand tightly as she held back her tears of pain.

Seeing Arya caress his hand in pain, everyone looked at Jon in surprise save Elrond, Celebrian, Írimë and Galadriel, who only smiled.

"By the damned Valar, why does it feel as if I struck stone?" Arya said more calmly but caressing her sore hand.

Smiling, Jon lifted a part of his robe, revealing a glittering shirt of mail.

Everyone in the City held their breath as they realised what that chain mail was made of.

"Mithril…" Glorfindel said in wonder.

"Master Glorfindel ..." Jon said, happy to see his mentor after so many years.

"Where did you acquire Mithril Mail Jon?" Loras and Anárion blurted before pushing past Rhaenys and Daenerys, much to their ire.

"Hello, my dearest friends", Jon said, mocking his brothers in arms.

"Don't play us for fools, Jon," Anárion growled.

"Answer," the Knight of Flowers growled only to hear King Elendil cough, and the pained knight realised his foolish acts.

"My King ... I beg your pardon," Loras said, kneeling before Elendil while the others chortled at him.

"Father," Anárion said fearfully.

"We'll talk about your disrespect afterwards, son, you too, Loras, for now, we have guests to attend to", Elendil ordered, gesTúring to his servants.

"At last, I thought they had forgotten about us", King Durin muttered.

"I apologise, old friend, come ... We will celebrate Jon's return and decide his punishment ", Elendil intoned, and Jon grew pale.

"Hahahaha ... Come on," Durin said, and when Jon went to follow them, he felt someone take him by the arm.

It was Lalwen ... His sweet Lalwen, whom he hadn't seen since he departed Imladris those many months ago.

He had missed her greatly as now she stood before him as fair as the radiant sun.

"Hello, Nin Mel…" Lalwen said before kissing him tenderly on the lips to the annoyance of his other loves.

In fact, Jon could sense the jealousy of Rhaenys, who was grasping her axe tightly looking at Lalwen with scarcely stemmed wrath while the smiling Princess of the Noldor laid her head on his chest, hoping to infuriate his older sister further.

"Írimë…" Rhaenys growled, being gently held by her grandmother.

"Rhaenys is enough ... Inside ..." Rhaella said, surprisingly taking Dramboleg from Rhaenys.

"WHAT!? ... GRANDMOTHER!" Rhaenys yelled, vexed that her grandmother treated her as a child in front of the court.

"Come on, everyone ... NOW!" Rhaella demanded, troubled by all the ensuing nonsense, and such was the power of her voice that Jon, Arya, Írimë, Rhaenys, Loras, Anárion and even King Durin nodded and marched towards the palace after Elendil.

"I'm home," Jon thought, feeling a great sense of happiness though this feeling of peace was interrupted when his dearest cousins began badgering him for gifts, but he merely smiled and told them they must wait till the celebrations were over much to their bother.

The welcoming party was ... Glorious, music, dancing, and food fit for kings rather appropriate as there were three Kings present and numerous Lords and Ladies.

Jon was delighted to return to Lord Círdan and Glorfindel. Still, he could not speak to them as much as he would have liked. He was quickly welcomed by all the soldiers and knights present some he knew as they served under him while others were unfamiliar though all was not so joyous as the maidens of the court approached him eager to dance, something Jon was loathed to accept, yet he had no wish to offend the lords of the court, and with each new companion, he felt the ire of his loves grow.

He hadn't spoken to them nor even apologised for his long absence, and now he was dancing with the fair maidens of Arnor. He knew they wouldn't enjoy that.

The Elven Lords and the Dwarves, for their part, enjoyed the party chattering gaily, many elves had questioned the dwarven king about his mighty arms, and while Durin enjoyed the flattery, he said nothing on the matter; he knew that it was his right to reveal the secrets he had discovered. Although the young dragon knew the old dwarf was still bitter for having to relinquish the tomes of Enerdhil yet a dwarves pledge was his honour as nothing shall tarnish that.

Jon knew the conversation would continue after the banquet as no one wanted to wait any longer for explanations.

Even the Elven Lords desired to know what they had found in the East, and he understood full well that the word of the Silmaril's finding would mark that Age.

"Do fret, my beloved I've brought the Silmaril with me and shall reveal it when the time is right", Galadriel said, hoping to calm his nerves.

"That shall have to wait till after the banquet", Jon said glumly.

"Indeed, my beloved, they have waited long enough," Galadriel said with authority.

"I know ... I hope you understand my motives and forgive me ... But just in case I brought gifts," Jon said, not losing sight of the fact that his beloved Star was now curious.

"Gifts?… What gifts?… Galadriel asked, intrigued, but before Jon could reply, he was dragged to the centre of the Hall, and his golden harp was thrust into his hands clearly the court wished for him to sing.

"I'm sorry, my beloved, you'll have to wait to find out," Jon said happily.

Finally, after many hours of merriment and feasting, Elendil and his family, alongside the Elven Lords and the Dwarvish retinue, adjourned to the throne room where they were to await Jon, who had asked for several servants to aid him in carrying the chest.

A few moments had passed when Jon and several servants arrived with some wooden boxes and two huge iron chests.

That aroused the curiosity of the all present, especially his Lady loves who were eager to see the treasures he had brought from the East.

Once the chests were laid before the council's feet, Elendil turned to him and spoke.

"Very good, Jon, we are all here. Now speak ... What transpired in Dorwinion? I know about the battle at the gates of Caras Sant; however, I had no inkling you could summon that dragon through will alone," Elendil said, greatly surprising the Elves present.

"Does Elendil speak truly you can summon that dragon?" Asked King Gil-Galad in astonishment.

"Yes, King Gil-Galad, when we stayed in the Hall of Amon Lanc, my mind turned towards Vhagar. After that, I thought little of it until we entered the Vinter Realm; it seemed she had sensed my thoughts and sought me," Jon said, surprising everyone.

"I see ..." Elendil said, sitting back on his throne.

"How can you speak to Vhagar?" Daenerys asked curiously as she hadn't ever spoken to Meraxes.

"Yes, Jon, please tell us", Rhaenys demanded, hoping to bond with Meleys.

Jon looked at his family and loved ones, somewhat abashed.

"I know not how we share such as bond though I don't truly speak to her merely understand what she wishes to convey to me it is not unlike the bond I share with Ghost or Deathclaw yet I haven't given it much thought," Jon said filling his maidens with a jealously unbecoming as they desired to bond with their dragons in such a manner.

"Some share deep bonds with animals if they have raised them… But I have never heard of a bond so deep that it allows them to communicate in such a way," Lord Elrond said with one hand on his chin.

"I'm sure Jon's northern blood had aided in this", Shiera said, earning the attention of the gathering.

"What do you mean, Lady Shiera?" Asked King Gil-Galad.

"Jon is the only man of Northern blood to ride a dragon, and it is said that the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, " Shiera said with some jealousy.

Jon thought for a moment perhaps Shiera spoke truly in all his life he hadn't given much credence to northern magics save that he could enter the mind of Ghost, but if Shiera was correct, perhaps there were far more remarkable feats he could accomplish, alas there was no man in these lands who could instruct him even if he so desired.

"It's not fair. I wish to speak to Meraxes as well," Daenerys said irritably.

"And me with Lady ..." Sansa said, unsettled to think that although she was also a Stark and carried the blood of the First Men and the Eldar, she had no magic to speak of.

"Oh my sweet Dany, you're still as free-spirited as ever as are you, Sansa," Jon thought with a smile, but he remembered what he had come to do and endeavoured to finish his tale.

"Although I would like to discover the reason for my deep bond with Ghost, Vhagar and the gryphon, I think it best to return to my tale," Jon said seriously, and Elendil sighed.

"Continue then ..." Elendil ordered, and Jon nodded, recounting all that had taken place from his venture to Imladris and Galadriel accompanying him to their sojourn through Greenwood the great and finally the battle before the gates of Caras Sant.

Ultimately, recounting his journey to the East after so many years away was freeing for Jon, although he did not lose sight of the fact that King Elendil was clearly upset to discover that he chose to go to Imladris first in defiance of his authority.

"I should have you clapped in irons for such unruliness," Elendil said, staring at her knight and some like Arya and Rhaenys desired to step forward, but Jon agreed with Elendil's words.

"If it is what my King wishes ... I know my actions deserve penalty," Jon said humbly, and Elendil sighed.

"It was my fault, Elendil ... I asked your knight to aid me in delivering a parcel to Imladris, and I knew he would seek Elrond for council", King Durin said, telling that small falsehood to help Jon, and It seemed that it worked because the King only sighed tiredly.

"I'll decide your punishment later, Jon ... Continue, what happened next?" We already know that part of the story, but we also know that something else happened in those distant lands, but your letters were elusive, we know about Magni, Son of Thurimar who seeks to found a Kingdom in the West, and that's all ... Not even Galadriel betrayed your trust… Now, as your King, I order you to tell me what you found in the East," King Elendil demanded.

"We found the Glory of the EldeDaysys in the depths of Sea of Rhûn," Jon said before glancing at Galadriel, who merely nodded.

"What do you mean, Jon?" Lord Círdan asked, confused by his students' verbosity.

Jon sighed and began to tell about Magni and his Colony of Dwarves, how Magni's grandfather found a log of pirates from Rhûn who descended from Ulfang and plundered the ruins of the Kingdoms of Beleriand.

When the Elven Lords heard how those shameful pirates looted the Cities of their kin, they were filled with fierce anger, especially Elrond and Glorfindel when they learned that those thieves ransacked the remains of Gondolin and the tomb of the King Turgon.

Everyone could feel the anger of Glorfindel and Elrond growing although their countenance was stoic as always; the Lady Celebrian gently took her husband's hands, hoping to calm him.

"May Lord Nàmo have judged them fairly ..." Was all the Lord of Imladris said.

"I have no doubts that he shall give their a just sentence," Glorfindel said, remembering his time in the "Rooms of Command".

"Go on, Jon ..." Elrond said, and Jon nodded.

Jon told them how he and Galadriel chose to help Magni and his colony of Dwarves to recover the treasure of the Sea of Rhûn using all he had learned in the Havens to find the resting place of these ships.

Upon hearing Jon used the knowledge, he passed on filled Círdan with fierce pride as from a father to a son.

However, when his former protégé told of how he forged a suit of Iron to brave the crushing abyss, their mood darkened knowing that Jon had suffered in such a way to recover those ancient treasures filled them with a sense of melancholy.

Some like Ashara, Shiera, Rhaenys and Arya only looked at Jon in disbelief, knowing that he risked his life for mere trinkets.

While Elendil, Círdan , Glorfindel, Gil-Galad and Elrond looked at the young man with disappointment and sorrow for his recklessness. Whereas Loras, Anárion and Robar wanted nothing more than to hit their brother in the arms.

"How could you have been so foolish?!" Arianne and Rhaella asked simultaneously, holding back the urge to hit Jon.

"I had to do it; I vowed Magni to help him found his own Kingdom, and my heart told me that this treasure was of great importance and had to be recovered," Jon said calmly.

"Enough to risk your life?" Asked King Gil-Galad looking at Jon penetratingly, Jon nodded to everyone's surprise.

"Yes, it was worth risking my life for that treasure ... Please let me finish my story, and you will understand," Jon said, and such was his power that not even the mightiest Elf Lords dared to contradict him.

He told them that he heard the legendary music of the Úlumuri, and with his mind clouded by the piece's beauty, he returned to the abyss though now he was guided by Lord Ulmo.

Many were struck dumb by that revelation as no one had heard that haunting tune since Tuor himself.

Finally, Jon concluded the account by telling them how Lord Ulmo used greatly wondrous fish to guide him to the cavern where the pearl and chest lay hidden.

"That gem is wonderful, Jon, and it seems to be the sister gem to my Northern Star," Said King Elendil admiring the gift of Lord Ulmo.

"You have an excellent eye, my King. I admit I drew inspiration from the Elendilmir when I fashioned it," Jon replied, proud of his work when suddenly the gem turned a glittering sliver.

"Nin Mel, the pearl changed colour," Lalwen said in wonder and getting closer to better appreciate Jon's pearl.

"Yes, it is turquoise during the day, and at night it turns silver; I know not why it does that, but it is fair as all my other trinkets," Jon said, glancing at the chests he brought with him.

"Well? Must you leave us in suspense? ... Show us this great treasure you risked life and limb for," Shiera growled, eager to see the wonders inside.

"Peace my maiden of the Sea, I was about to do it ... There are two chests, the biggest one is the one I retrieved with the aid of Lord Ulmo, the other one was given to me by Magni as payment," Jon said opening the latter and revealing a vast horde of white jewels, pearls, silver and diamonds that filled the chamber with a wondrous light.

Seeing the purity of such gems, everyone felt overwhelmed and marvelled at the purity of the gems, Shiera, glimpsing them, could not compose herself and forgetting where she was and before whom she stood, gave a shriek of excitement and quickly took her pick of the pieces.

"Oh, what beautiful jewels," Shiera said, taking them in her hands as if she were dreaming.

"Shiera ..." Ashara said, in exasperation clearly vexed by the childishness of her dragon, while the others laughed, however soon, Sansa, Daenerys, Lalwen, and Ashara herself approached the chest, beginning to take some pearls and gems for their own.

"And there we go again," Jon thought sadly, seeing that his wealth would soon be depleted, as was the dragon's horde.

"Those gems were not carved in Middle-earth," King Gil-Galad said as he scrutinised one of the pearls.

"No, I'm sure these gems were carved in Aman and were part of the horde of Finrod Felagund, Lady Galadriel's brother ..." Jon said, glancing at his beloved star, who merely smiled as she remembered her dearest brother.

"My uncle ..." Celebrian said in a whisper as her mother smiled and nodded.

"I'm sure my brother would have no issue permitting you to keep these gems, Jon, after all, you went through to collect them," Galadriel said, smiling lovingly giving her blessing to her beloved wolf to keep the gems to the joy of the ladies who were eager to claim a piece of the horde.

Seeing Jon's bitter expression as his wealth rapidly depleted, everyone present smiled.

"So Jon… Did you truly hear the Ulumuri?" Lord Elrond asked.

Yes, I even heard Lord Ulmo's voice telling me to bear this pearl ... And it is just as the legend says for the longing for the sea is ever in my heart," Jon said, sighing, yearning for the white gulls called him now to the Havens yet he shall never sail there.

"I think we can help you with this later, Jon ... But I bid you show us what else you have collected lofty those these prizes maybe they do not excuse your absence," King Elendil said sternly, and Jon nodded.

"You are right, my King; there is much more to show you," Jon said, opening the second chest and pulling the blankets revealing his treasures.

The Black Sword, the Dragon Helm, and the Books of Enerdhil.

Glorfindel was the first to recognise the sword.

"I can't believe it ... This sword, this sword is Anguirel ... I thought it was lost during the Fall of Gondolin," Said the noble elf looking at the sword that Maeglin carried with him.

Hearing the sword's name, those who knew the story of Eöl and Maeglin were astonished when they saw that legendary sword, and if there were any doubts about its identity, these were dispelled when Glorfindel removed the sword from its scabbard, and the blackened blade shone with hatefulness unto itself.

Elrond eyed the sword with keen interest; Maeglin, the traitor, had used it to fight his grandfather Tuor on the walls of Gondolin when he attempted to rob his grandmother Idril and kill his father Eärendil, seeing the sword with his own eyes raised many questions.

Why would the Valar allow Jon to claim that sword after so long?

Elrond pondered this as Glorfindel passed the sword to Loras, who began to swing it with grace and precision, marvelling at the legendary weapon's balance.

At that moment, without anyone stopping her, and excited and smiling, Arya took the Helm of Hador from the chest, and this time it was Lord Círdan who recognised that work of craftsmanship.

"Oh, if my eyes deceive me ... That Helm is ... The Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin," Said the Lord of the Havens, walking towards Arya, who, disappointed, gave the Helm to the ancient elf.

Hearing the Helm's identity, even Elendil and his sons leaned closer to appreciate it better.

It was undoubtedly an exquisite work of dwarven craftsmanship, the helm was wrought of grey steel adorned with gold, and on it were graven runes of victory; upon its crest was set in defiance a gilded image of a dragon, that Helm was used by Hador and his descendants, now held by Jon who had won it through suffering and effort.

"Wonderful ..." Isildur said upon seeing the legendary Helm recovered from oblivion.

"Indeed ... I never believed that I would see this thing with my own eyes ..." King Gil-Galad said.

"Have you used it, Jon?" Glorfindel asked, looking solemnly at the Helm and Jon nodded.

"I have used it, although it is a great burden. The Helm barely fits me, although King Durin and I can attest that the enchantments are as strong as the day it was first forged," Said Jon smiling.

"Damn you, Jon ... You always get the best ..." Loras said with great envy when he saw the Helm.

"Considering what I had to suffer for this thing ... I think I've earned it, Loras," Jon said sternly.

"Then will you keep it?" Daenerys asked excitedly, and Jon nodded.

"Aye ... I wonder shall Sauron that Túrin has arose from the dead when he hears of the Helms discovery, " Jon said with a wild smile while Círdan returned the Helm, which was quickly taken by Arya who excitedly put it on her head only to discover it was far too great a burden.

"By the Valar, it feels as if I'm wearing a cap of stone", Arya said, looking in the direction of Sansa and the others who quickly felt fear fill them rapidly.

"Arya ... Take that thing off!" Ashara commanded, starting to tremble in fear from the power of the Helm.

Before the Wolf could react, Jon took the Helm from her and gave her a stern look that made Arya want to hide.

"I'm sorry," Arya said sadly, seeing the effect of the Helm's power.

"This is not a plaything ..." Jon said, returning the Helm to the chest.

"That Helm has tremendous power," said Robar wiping his cold sweat.

"Yes ... I didn't think Jon wanted to keep that thing ... But it's good that he did," Loras said more calmly.

"Aye, it would seem so," Anárion said, looking at the Helm longingly.

Isildur did not give anything, but inside he felt slight dismay to know that Jon Snow had found those objects; of course, he and his cousins were also descended from the royalty of Númenor, which made them distant relatives but still ... The eldest son of Elendil felt that Jon should at least offer the Helm of Hador and or the Sword of Maeglin to his father.

"Magnificent gifts you received thanks to Lord Ulmo, my white wolf", Arianne said with a smile until she noticed Enerdhil's books and took them from the chest.

"Books?" Rhaenys asked, confused, taking one of them.

"Be very careful, girl. They are in their own way more valuable than the sword and the Helm?" King Durin said, speaking for the first time.

"Valuable?" Rhaenys asked, arching an eyebrow.

"The author of those books was Enerdhil ... The legendary blacksmith of Gondolin," Jon said solemnly.

"Were they written by Enerdhil?" Glorfindel asked, taking Arianne's book and could see on the first page the name of his old friend.

"Yes… In that book, there are stories from the life of the great blacksmith and even notes on magic and how to use it when forging; in the other, there are ancient forging techniques taught by Lord Aulë to the Noldor and then taught by Mahtan the blacksmith to Enerdhil" Jon said retrieving both books.

"That's why you stayed in Khazad-dûm, to learn from those books," Rhaella said sadly, and Jon nodded with some shame.

"Yes, I beg your forgiveness, my dearest sister, but I have long desired to forge as the Noldor of the First Age and only in the Halls of Durin could I master such arts I'm sorry for making you wait, but I feel that the fruits of my labours are well worth it though now I must return these books to their proper owner, " Jon said, striding towards a surprised Elrond and leaving the books in his hands.

"Jon… why are you giving me this?" The Lord of Imladris asked in surprise.

"Because they are rightfully yours my Lord, they were written in Gondolin at the height of its glory, and Enerdhil was a vassal of King Turgon, your great-grandfather ... These books, as well as all his knowledge and secrets, must reside with you May it serve you well, "said Jon walking away leaving those books with their rightful owner who smiled with appreciation at such a gesture.

"I don't know what to say ... Except thank you for this wonderful gift, I have so few memories of my Father and even fewer relics of his House ... I don't know how to thank you for this gesture," Elrond said, happy to receive such a gracious gift.

"I think your smiths shall find them quite useful," Jon said with a smile.

"Indeed, none in Imladris will forget this gesture as long as Arda lasts ... Although I must ask ... Did you learn from these books?" Elrond asked, intrigued, and Jon nodded.

"Aye, I learned a great deal on the use of magic and the power that lay in the blood of Dragon Lords," Jon said proudly, filling Rhaella, Daenerys and Rhaenys with happiness, knowing their dearest had truly accepted who he was.

"What do you mean, Jon? .. What do these books have to do with your dragon?" asked King Elendil, recalling his conversation with Rhaella and the others some time ago.

Jon sighed.

"When I finished reading the tomes, I thought to put the techniques to practice, and so I pleaded with Lord Oropher to allow the use of his forge though it was a foolish mistake to forge as one of the Firstborn it more than simply hammering hot metal it requires a mastery of the spirit few now possess, " Jon said remembering the agony he suffered for his folly.

"Jon? .. What happened to you?" Sansa asked concerned.

"I forged a string of pearls, yet the strain of using my Fëa in such a way was nearly my undoing," Jon said grimly.

"You were able to forge as one of the Firstborn?" Glorfindel asked in disbelief.

"Yes, but it was only when I returned to the domain of King Durin that I began to understand why Erú gave me Vhagar, a Man cannot forge as the Noldor for our Fëa is not as potent that is the reason why the one that our use of magic is so poor compared to that of an elf, however, those of us who descend from the Freehold of Valyria and are united to a dragon are exceptions to that rule," Jon said, enjoying their looks of bewilderment.

"Speak up, young Westerosi ..." King Gil-Galad ordered.

"All that makes up a dragon is magic, its bones, its flesh, its scales, its claws, its blood and its fire, instead of exhausting my Fëa by forging, I discovered that I can use Vhagar's innate magic to forge as a Noldor, in that way I do not consume my Fëa or damage my Hroa.… Vhagar transmitted that knowledge to me with visions in his flames and later using the magic of the fire of Vhagar King Durin and I created this following the instructions in the book of Enerdhil … "Jon said, before gesTúring to the fillet upon his brow.

"The fillet?" Loras asked, confused.

"The metal ... It is a mixture of gold and Mithril that has not lost its beauty or its resistance; on the contrary, now it shines like the sun ... We call it Maltagil," Said Jon proudly while the elves watched in wonder at his work. Since even Lord Círdan and Glorfindel looked more closely at Jon's pull and realised that in addition to the pearl, the metal with which it was made shone by itself.

"I have no words before such marvellous feats created by the hand of Men," Lord Círdan said as he saw the shine of Jon's tiara. And even the Westeorsi Ladies and Celebrian gazed raptly at that mystically beautiful new metal with desire in their eyes.

"This is far beyond what any 'Second Born' can accomplish ..." Glorfindel said with his eyes full of pride.

"To be honest ... The honour is not only mine; King Durin and Vhagar helped me enormously in devising this metal ... Without them, I would never have been able to create it," Jon said humbly.

"I've never heard that a dragon could do what you describe; Jon, the Lords of Valyria, were truly mighty in their crafts," Elrond said joyfully, and Jon nodded.

"It was; indeed, Vhagar showed me a vision of Valyria in its glory days it was the most glorious City built by men the shores of beyond Middle Earth" Jon sighed sadly as he remembered the "Curse of Valyria", and it was destroyed.

"Perhaps it was for the best though my ancestors were mighty in their own right; they were indeed cruel and wicked men, " Jon acknowledged sadly.

"Oh, Jon…" Rhaella said with tears in her eyes, happy that her grandson finally truly accepted his Valyrian heritage.

"I am speechless; I see that your words were true, Rhaella; dragons are more than weapons of war; they are remarkable companions who guided your kin with wisdom and might," Elendil said, contemplating what these dragons could mean for his peoples.

They were a glorious gift without a doubt.

"How I would have liked to see those images in flames," Daenerys said happily, and Jon approached her and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

"You will, Dany, in time ... Just request Meraxes ..." Jon said before kissing her fiercely.

"By Mahal, control yourself, boy, you still have much to say ", King Durin mumbled, annoyed with the loss of Enerdhil's books.

"I'm sorry, you're right ... I think now it would be appropriate to allocate the gifts I brought," Jon said, opening the wooden boxes behind the chests one by one revealing glittering wonders that brought tears to the eyes of the Ladies present.

"My dear viper, this is for you," Jon said, handing Arianne a stout spear of blackened wood whose silver head was carved with twirling vipers set with many emeralds.

"Oh… it's beautiful, my white wolf," Arianne said; she began to kiss Jon furiously before admiring her new spear.

"Now for you, Dany ... Here," Jon said, handing a stout bow of horn and a silvered quiver of arrows.

"Thank you ..." Daenerys said, kissing her love fiercely, then Jon turned to Rhaenys, who stared at him angrily.

"If you think that some pretty bauble shall make up for your long absence, then you truly don't know me, dearest brother", She muttered with pride. While he merely smiled.

"Very well then it seems my gift shall mean nothing to you then, my dragon," Jon said, revealing the beautiful Mithril axe that Rhaenys had coveted for so long, and she gave a surprised groan.

"What?" Staring at the axe with ill-disguised desire.

"HAHAHA ... This boy worked in our forges for six months to win her girl, it is a great prize, but if you do not want her, I will take her back to my domain," Durin said, but not this had not finished speaking when at an incredible speed Rhaenys went dashing to claim her axe, but Jon held it just out of her reach.

"JON!" She yelled, commencing to jump like a rabbit hoping to claim it.

"By the Valar Rhaenys, you are a grown woman; please show some courtesy!" Rhaella groaned, embarrassed by the behaviour of her grandchildren.

At that moment, Rhaenys kissed him with all the passion she could muster, and soon the axe fell from his hands into her waiting arms.

"Aaahgg ..." Rhaella said sheepishly as everyone smiled and held back laughter.

"Let's go on ..." Jon said smiling, opening the rest of the chests, now revealing a pair of silvered daggers and many fine pieces of jewellery.

"Oohhh" Sansa said in wonder.

"Here, Sansa, this is for you," said Jon revealing a pair of silvered earrings shaped to resemble snarling wolves, and their eyes were set with sapphires.

"Oh Jon, they are lovely!" Sansa shouted excitedly, embracing her cousin and intimately hoping to mould his body to her blossoming figure, which didn't go unnoticed by Galadriel nor Arya.

"And what's in it for me?" So asked an annoyed Arya jealous of her sister, Jon revealed to her the twin daggers, and she smiled happily.

"These are yours, Arya, but much like your Needle, they are not toys," Jon said sternly.

"I shall cherish them always!" Arya said very happily, hugging her cousin tightly and struggling to mould her body against Jon's but regretting that she, unlike her older sister, was not a southern beauty.

"You're welcome ... Now, my sweet Shiera and Ashara, this is for you," Jon said, separating from Arya and revealing a Mithril bracelet adorned with sapphires and emeralds as well as a gold tiara with set with a bright amethyst.

"Oooh ... Jon, It's beautiful, truly really magnificent," Shiera said, marvelling at the new piece in her collection.

"Jon ... I don't know what to say, my love, except this time ... You really surpassed yourself," Said Ashara before kissing him with all the passion she could muster

"Say nothing, my dear, to see your happiness is reward enough," Jon said, causing her face to redden considerably.

"Now it's your turn, grandmother," Jon said, revealing an exquisite set of gold and silver rings, each set with many gems.

"Oh ... They are beautiful," Rhaella said, dazzled by the gesture of her grandson kissing him on the forehead.

"You're welcome ... Now Lawlen," Jon said, revealing the Maltagil necklace set with a brilliant emerald.

Seeing the quality of the necklace, all were silent, enraptured by the splendour of the chain.

"It was the first piece that I forged with Maltagil, and I think I recall before leaving Imladris, you asked me for something that matched the colour of your eyes. So take it now, it's yours," Said Jon hanging the necklace on Lalwen's exquisite neck, and there is sat glowing as if living flame.

"Oh ... My dragon, it is beautiful ... It is wonderful ..." Said the beautiful elf starting to kiss him fervently without the slightest shame.

"Lalwen... Lalwen ..." Jon said, struggling for breath as he felt everyone's gazes and the jealousy of his loved ones.

"I care not for their jealously we've been parted for many months, and I shall not be denied," Finwë's daughter said possessively.

"Please, Lawlen, let me conclude this exchange," Jon said, revealing a final piece of jewellery, a girdle of carven with birds and flowers whose eyes and petals were of jewels.

Jon handed it to a shocked Celebrian who was sad and jealous about not receiving any jewels at the time. Jon glanced at Lord Elrond, who seemed wholly confused.

"Jon?" Celebrian asked in surprise.

"It is a gift that Lord Elrond commissioned me the last time we saw each other ... He knew that gifts would come for the others, and he did not want you to be the only Lady present who received nothing," Jon said, hoping that his lie was plausible.

And apparently, that was the case as Celebrian gave a little cry like a little girl, grabbed the belt, and then kissed her shocked husband in front of everyone.

"Oh my love, you need not have bothered, it is wonderful... Thank you and you too, Jon ... It is an exquisite piece ... Put it on Elrond, please," said Celebrian excited and Elrond, smiling slightly, complied with his wife's request.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter some joy, my wolf," Galadriel said, her smile radiant.

"Think nothing of it, my Star; she is much my daughter as your," Jon thought, and for a moment, it seemed Galadriel shed a tear but not of sadness; rather, it was joy.

The rest of those attending watched the gift-giving with amusement and wonder to see that Jon almost escaped the punishment his loved ones would impose on him.

"I see that I did well to come to this meeting father, I have learned something valuable," Elendur said.

"Son?" Isildur asked.

"It seems the quickest way to stay a woman's ire is to offer her fine gems", The surprised young man replied as everyone began to chortle.

"Well, if that is all, perhaps we should adjourn to our chambers; it has been a long day," King Elendil said, but Jon and Galadriel shared a look and knew that the moment had come.

"Actually my King ... It is not all, the most important thing is still missing, the most valuable treasure that we discovered at the bottom of the Sea of Rhûn, one that will shape this Age and the following ones," Jon said earnestly, and Galadriel shifted to his side revealing that she had a beautiful metal box in her hands.

"Mother?" Asked Celebrian intrigued and the other Ladies were interested in that last treasure.

"What do you speak of, Jon?" Elendil asked, intrigued to see that even Durin adopted a solemn countenance.

Galadriel slowly opened the box without saying a word, and the halls shone with the radiance of a thousand suns blinding all with its majesty.

"What devilry is this?!" Elendil asked, unable to look away.

"It can't be ... I don't think so, this must be a trick ..." Glorfindel said as he recognised that jewel in shock.

"By the Valar ..." Elrond said, covering his mouth in shock.

"A Silmaril ..." Jon said in a dark voice, surprised everyone.

For a few moments, no one said anything, and they only stared in disbelief at the legendary jewel ... The Westerosi remembered when Lord Ulmo guided them to Middle Earth and used his powers to show them the history of those jewels.

And now they had one of them in front of them at the time.

"How? ... These gems were not supposed to reappear until the end of Arda," Glorfindel said with tears of happiness in his eyes as he saw again the light of Telperion and Laurelin.

"I don't know, somehow those pirates must have retrieved Maglor's Silmaril from the great sea since I doubt that this is Maedhros's; it was in the iron chest with the other treasures," Jon said earnestly.

"And now it's yours .." said Robar looking at the sacred jewel.

"No more ... Now it belongs to the Lady Galadriel," Jon said, revealing that Silmaril was set in a Maltagil necklace that he fastened around Galadriels neck.

"WHAT!?" Arianne, Daenerys, Shiera and Sansa yelled in astonishment.

"Jon ..." Lalwen said in surprise.

"Did you truly relinquish Silmaril?" Loras asked in disbelief.

"I can't believe it," Isildur said while the others silently watched everything, but from their faces, no one could believe that Jon parted with one of the most beautiful gems of creation without the slightest doubt.

"Hush ... Let him speak," Elendil said, still admiring the beauty of the legendary jewel.

"This gem is incomparable in its beauty except for its sisters, but I have not forgotten all the pain and suffering wrought by these gems. So naturally, I've no desire to be counted among those slain for the price of a pretty bauble, but I know that when I found this gem, it was with a great purpose of the Highest, and thought it better that it should remain under guard and who better than Galadriel Wisest of the Elves in Middle-Earth, the gem will be safe and most importantly, not cause concern, "Jon said coldly, showing he would not be cowed by greed nor begging.

"You are strong-willed and enormously wise for your age, young man," King Gil-Galad said, acknowledging Jon's wisdom.

"Indeed well done, Jon", King Elendil said, rising from his throne.

"Thank you, I know that not everyone will be happy with this decision, but it is for the best ... Those gems are not for mortals, although if Lady Galadriel wishes, she can allow us to gaze upon its light," Jon said with some mockery hoping to irritate his beloved star.

"You're too kind, Jon", Galadriel said, reddening.

"Ooohh ... Jon," Sansa voiced her displeasure and wished that Jon had given it to her.

Since she read the tale of Beren and Lúthien, she had been captivated by the story and more so when she discovered that they were her ancestors, but the Wolf had never seen a Silmaril and could scarcely imagine the beauty.

Until now ... She and Arya had over ever seen the twin trees in books, and they could see their light, thanks to their beloved cousin.

"Calm Sansa and rejoice, everyone, we are the first mortals to see with our own eyes the light of Telperion and Laurelin, the same light that shone in the Blessed Kingdom long before the Sun and the Moon rose in the sky," said Jon making the other Westerosi understand their fate with the blessing they have received.

Elrond, Celebrian, Círdan and Gil-Galad may be counted among their numbers as well as none among them had seen the blessed kingdom ere the trees bloomed.

Everyone was silent, admiring the beauty of the Silmaril and delighting in its light for the rest of the evening as they shared stories of what had happened in his long absence, enjoying Jon's company.

Westeros (1 year after the fall of King's Landing)

On a cold winter night now upon them, Catelyn Stark stood in the chambers she once shared with her husband as she silently meditated in front of her fireplace after reading the messages that the new Winterfell Master, Master Wolkan, brought her.

The new Maester was not Maester Ludwin, but he was peaceful and had shown himself to be loyal and skilled in his work. Apparently, he did not like serving Roose Bolton or his son, feeling more comfortable now serving House Stark.

It was several months since Winterfell had been recovered from the Boltons. And quickly, House Stark claimed their dominance over the North; apparently, the Boltons were loathed in part for their betrayal during the Red Wedding and to a greater extent for the actions of Ramsay Snow, as none would deign could call that creature anything but a bastard.

After her two children returned home, Catelyn could see how much they had both changed. Just as she looked mortal enough, she was finally able to reveal her identity after almost a year of pretending to be a mute servant; this shocked the Northern Lords who believed they had seen a ghost.

"Well, almost," thought Catelyn.

Rickon was now far more savage, although slowly, he grew into his role.

The new Lord of Winterfell after Bran surrendered his position before the council of the North.

Bran's decision was sudden, and although she tried to make him give up, Bran kept saying that he could not be the Lord of anything because now he is the "Three-Eyed Raven". Gone was the happy child who dreamt of being a knight, now he was reserved, silent and taciturn ... Yet, his eyes showed great wisdom as well as a great fear of something unknown.

Bran told them that his mentor perceived it as a void absent light and joy and that the mere sight of it filled them both with terror it was gazing to where the Westeros stood, and thither all its malice was now bent and Bran everyone must wait for Jon Snow to return ... Well, he would have the answers.

That surprised and irritated her ... What did that bastard have to do with all this if he fled Westeros years ago? Of course, Catelyn did not know if Robb's plans had been discovered, But it is the same for the sake of her children; Catelyn will not allow the bastard to return to Winterfell if he does; her children shall not be safe.

Bran is now feeble, and Rickon is a child who had little strength save for swinging sticks, and despite everything, Jon Snow is Ned's son, so now with the death of Robb, the Lords of the North would likely instead be led by a skilled warrior than by the mother of a child, even if their uncle Brynden stayed by their side.

Despite this, Bran, relieved and happy, insists that Jon Snow will return and he will answer all the questions he had about that strange burning eye.

Bran's journey was the most surprising to the point where his uncle Brynden, a normally taciturn man, could hardly believe it.

After escaping from Winterfell after being captured by Theon Greyjoy, Bran, in the company of Hodor, his direwolf and the Reed children, set out on a journey to "Beyond the Wall to search for an enigmatic sorcerer whom everyone knew as the Three-Eyed Raven the reason was that Bran had been blessed with the gift of Greensight and this sorcerer wished to instruct him in its use.

At first, neither she nor her uncle nor her brother did not believe it until Bran spoke of their life in Riverrun, stories that only they would know and that she never told Bran, so she had to accept her son was blessed with the sight.

Catelyn stood up and watched a thick blizzard hit Winterfell with that in mind.

She had recovered her two sons, which made her give thanks every day, but she did not get her daughters back, Sansa apparently died in the Sea, and even Bran insists that he cannot see what happens outside of Westeros, so Catelyn had to accept the death of her eldest daughter through tears.

But Arya ... Arya was lost, lost since Ned's execution, the girl who had been married to Ramsay Snow turned out to be none other than Jeyne Poole, the daughter of Varon Poole who had gone south with Sansa, the poor girl was Held by Littlefinger in one of his brothels where she learned the trade of a prostitute to prepare her to impersonate Arya.

At first, furious, Catelyn considered having the girl flogged for her role in impersonating her daughter, filling her with false hopes. Still, when she saw the horrible scars that her husband inflicted on her as well as those that she received by order of Littlefinger, Catelyn did not have the heart to make her suffer more and allowed her to stay in Winterfell, something that the girl accepted happily,

As for Theon Greyjoy, the vermin had shown himself a coward who preyed upon those who could not fight back. The horrible torture he suffered at the hands of Ramsay Bolton was a Poetic justice; there was no other way to call it; Catelyn had no compassion at all for the deplorable state in which Greyjoy had been left, a shrivelled wretch.

Seeing him, she thought about executing him for everything he had done, but thanks to her uncle Brynden, Catelyn understood that Theon probably wanted that, so instead, she sent him to the Wall to suffer a long and miserable life in that place where Benjen will surely be delighted to have him as a "brother".

It had been a lot since they had regained Winterfell… To begin with, the Lannisters were defeated by Dorne, the Golden Company under the banner of Aegon Targaryen, the son of Prince Rhaegar, who apparently turned out not to have died in the Sack of King's Landing.

That was a shock in the 7 Kingdoms and more when he and his followers ended the war in just a few months. It was said that he was a sorcerer of incredible powers and thus conquered the seven Kingdoms with little concern.

The young dragon was advised by Jon Connington, who they had long thought dead, yet it seems the Old Gryphon had endured as was now Hand of the King, as well as the Imp Tyrion Lannister, who is now the new Lord of Casterly Rock and Ser Barristan who now served as Lord Commander once more.

The presence of the legendary knight gives strength to his claim, and thanks to the advice of Tyrion Lannister ... The Kingdom begins to mend their differences. Although some Northerners did not want to be subjected to the Iron Throne again, they were too weary to resume fighting; besides, The new King had done his best to men the relations between his houses and those wrong in the rebellion.

The Frey's were stripped of their titles and ranks, and all the males were sent to the Wall, increasing their numbers enormously while Walder Frey is presently being held prisoner at Winterfell as a token of the new King's goodwill. Something that Catelyn is grateful for since she wanted to make the weasel suffer slowly for all the pain, he had caused her family.

Through missives, Tyrion Lannister assured her that he never touched Sansa and that, unfortunately, he has no idea what happened to her since she disappeared after he was charged with the murder of Joffrey.

As for Cersei, the Bitch is currently rotting in the dungeons of King's Landing and being flogged once a week while her youngest children, Tommen and Myrcella, have been legitimised as Lannisters according to rumours, though none of that is of much interest to Catelyn.

The Tyrells, on the other hand, have lost almost all their influence in the Court; the new King Aegon did not forgive the attack he suffered on Storm's End and reduced his influence in the City, although not totally so as not to generate unnecessary conflicts, for the moment Margaery Tyrell is no longer the Queen. And it seems that the King has no intention of marrying her at all, which was not a surprise considering that she was already married three times, and two of her husbands ended up dead before they could consummate the marriage.

The young Aegon Targaryen seems to be a competent monarch (or at least his advisers are); however, Bran urged her not to trust him since his son kept calling him the "Dark Dragon" and on the throne, everyone will suffer with him for he was the herald of death and darkness, something she did not understand.

Why was her son so suspicious of Aegon Targaryen?

And yet, that was not the only problem because the titanic debts inherited from Robert Baratheon and those that arose during the war are still there, and indeed the new king must prove himself as wise as his forbears or risk sundering the kingdoms forevermore.

Westeros will not withstand another war.