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Almost two weeks had passed since King Elendil granted their request to let him go to Tol Morwen to build for Maglor the ship that would take him to Valinor, the King of Arnor had provided them with a capable and robust crew of sailors as well as competent carpenters and a few workmen as needed to promptly complete the task they were eager to aid the emissaries especially Jon due to the fame he had gained from his fight with Herenlokë.

Jon was very grateful to the king for his generosity and, as a token of trust with Glorfindel and Daenerys by his side, one frigid and dark night in the tower of kings. He shared the knowledge of his abilities with King Elendil and Anárion; naturally, the great king was intrigued as there were no men in these parts and days whose magic was of such power; Jon had also shared with him that his bond with ghost had filled him with an uncommon savagery, which filled King Elendil with concern about his new knight.

However, the concern was quickly overcome when Jon showed them the power of his dragon blood; the king and his son were amazed by the gift he and Daenerys possessed to be immune to fire was to be blessed, it seemed.

"Immunity to fire is a gift that some members of the House Targaryen possess; we have never known why only that it is a legacy of our ancestors who tamed dragons and formed an empire in the East with fire and blood. Daenerys said, showing Jon's flushed hand to Elendil and Anárion, only to repeat the same feat herself and show them her own unmarred hand.

"Powerful and strange is the blood of the dragonlords from that distant land of Valyria," Said the Great King of Arnor and Gondor with admiration and emotion in his eyes.

"So that's why the fire of the dragon did not affect you," Anárion deduced, remembering that although Jon was seriously injured by his combat with the beast, Elendil's son found it rather strange that he bore no burns.

At that time, Elendil regretted not having any daughter or close relative to marry into these prestigious houses, but he only had two boys, but it would have been rather convenient to have a daughter or at least a niece.

"The dragon never expected the sorcery of my blood; alas, this revelation made the beast no less dangerous," Jon said with a dark expression as he remembered his duel with the Worm, and Dany, worried about her love, gently took his hand in her own, hoping to comfort him.

Jon looked at his Dragon Princess, who just smiled lovingly at him, kissing him tenderly on one cheek and gently laid her head on Jon's chest, not caring that Lord Glorfindel, King Elendil and his son Anárion saw how much love she had for Jon.

"Dany ..." Jon said, ashamed, but the Dragon Princess did not answer, and neither did she plan to separate from him since she had not had Jon to herself for a long time ... And soon she will have to say goodbye to him for months.

The mere thought filled her with sadness, shedding tears at the thought of parting with her white wolf for more than three moons, and that made her hold on to Jon much more tightly.

"Apparently, I will have to ask the members of my Court to stop sending their daughters, nieces, sisters, etc .. to seek the company of Jon," Elendil said, holding back laughter when seeing the scene before his eyes.

"I would appreciate it, King Elendil," Dany said politely, but Jon's blush got worse.

Glorfindel only made a reproachful gesture as he massaged his temples. He already knew the possessive affection that Daenerys and the others had for Jon, but he knew that Jon was rather modest about his lady loves and easily became embarrassed.

"You and your companions are formidable warriors Jon, of that there is no doubt, your command of the great beast of the north and this mastery of ancient sorcery is proof that those strange and unknown lands beyond possess remarkable men who, despite turning away from the light of the Valar and falling into barbarism and cruelty some possess the valour and cunning of our kindred from ages long past, "Anárion said, recognizing the strength that some Westerosi could possess.

"Your words honour me, King Anárion", Jon said, bowing.

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Finally, everything was ready to go; Jon and the others took a few weeks to reach one of the fishing villages on the coast that served as a port for the Arnorians; unfortunately, a fowl storm had swept into the north, meaning they could not leave the port till then lest they incur the wrath of the sea. Until then, King Anárion had arranged for everyone to stay at the best inn in town.

No one actually complained about it since the place was warm, and the food was delicious, and they possessed every spirit and wine imaginable; apparently, they were used to treating the nobility by now.

As they relaxed at the inn and waited to set sail, Jon and the others pondered what it had been like for them to live in Elendil's kingdom after waiting four years to meet him. In the short time they had stayed in Annúminas, the Westerosi who were accustomed to the life of nobility quickly ingratiated themselves to the lords of Westernesse and did their best to serve Elendil, Jon, Loras, and Robar received gifts from King Anárion gleaming suits of plate, fine cloaks of ermine and otter, jewelled belts and shining shields of blackened oak scored by runes upon the face of each shield was the white tree showing their standing as knights of Arnor.

As for the Ladies, Arianne, Daenerys and Rhaenys, although they could not become knights, they instead took the title of shield maidens".

It happened that one day while Jon, Loras and Robar demonstrated their skill at arms to the lords of Westernesse, the three Princesses were looking for Jon, and seeing the fierce training, Rhaenys felt the desire to fight again and grabbed the Tuor's great axe intending to join her lover in the tiltyard.

Unfortunately, the men of Númenor were not used to seeing women carrying weapons, and they dismissed her skill at arms, and Rhaenys, in her fury, battered each man into submission so much so that Jon had to intervene least she kills them.

Arianne and Daenerys joined the fray that broke out. Although in the end, they were all stopped by King Elendil himself and Lord Glorfindel, who came to watch the sparring. The king and the most veteran knights of Arnor were surprised by the ferocity and the ability of the Westerosi Princesses which caused the Great King to grant them a title of some standing, which nevertheless lit a flame in the eyes of the Maidens of Annúminas who were determined to prove that women could be skilled in the arts of war.

For the older women of Westeros, adjusting was far easier; Shiera was particularly delighted to finally be able to be among her kin and learn about the culture of Númenor from her lover and love Ashara as well as Queen Rhaella, who began to make a name for herself in the Court of Annúminas acting as their advisor and representative in matters of politics.

As for Sansa and Arya, the Stark sisters had a difficult start at Court; Sansa was quickly greeted by an entourage of Maidens who were kind to her but quickly became disenchanted with them when Sansa realized that the topic of conversation was always Jon, his bravery and accomplishments as well as from time to time she was subtly asked what kinds of women he considered attractive, Catelyn Tully's eldest daughter was no fool, her time as a hostage at King's Landing and Littlefinger's tutelage allowed to see through their niceties. They were sent by their parents or relatives to find out about their cousin and possibly arrange a marriage with the fair wolf of westernesse.

The mere thought of it made Sansa's countenance harden with jealousy. Still, she constantly remembered the lesson that kept her alive through most of the "War of the Five Kings" ... "Courtesy is Armor of a Lady "... So Sansa responded with courtesy and a smile on her face as if having to deal with five exceptionally gifted and beautiful Ladies alongside an almost divinely beautiful Noldorian princess wasn't enough.

On the other hand, for Arya Stark coming to Annúminas was the beginning of her happy misery, just as Glorfindel had promised her before leaving the Gray Ports, he began to train her in the art of war, during the first days, Arya was very excited about her new mentor as she was finally able to train with her cousin.

Or so I thought ... The little wolf.

Jon and his companions had various tasks now that they were knights of Arnor, so they had almost no time to train with Glorfindel so that Arya had the old Elf as a mentor to herself most of the time, although fortunately for those three. His new companions from Arnor were more than a challenge for them, Jon, Loras and Robar could beat most of them without problems, but some of them, including Prince Anárion himself, truly tested the skill of Jon and his brothers in arms. And because of Jon's newly acquired fame for killing that dragon, everyone who could use a sword in the City wanted to cross swords with him, so her beloved cousin was quickly becoming an accomplished warrior.

Arya was in awe of the skill of Jon and the others; even the pompous Ser Loras was an accomplished warrior, the little wolf hated to admit it, but the pretty Highgarden boy did have skills to show off, and Ser Robar was no less skilled or deadly that the "Knight of Flowers", seeing the three of them become such formidable warriors made Arya even more determined to learn from Glorfindel.

Until she began her training ... Jon had warned her that Glorfindel was a harsh teacher, and she had already realized for herself that the elves were strict with their lessons, but now that she was beginning to be trained by the former nobleman of Gondolin, Arya was starting to wonder if she honestly had the skill and prowess to become a warrior... or at least surviving.

Every day at sunrise, Arya would meet Glorfindel at the training ground, where she would attack dummies and be battered by seasoned knights of Westernesse in the castle courtyard.

"Jon and the others were already warriors with training and some experience in battle, so I only trained them to develop strength, speed and endurance before starting with weapons ... But you are unique," Glorfindel said, looking at her pragmatically.

"unique?" Arya asked as she desperately tried to breathe; her chest was on fire, and her arms were numb from the constant battle drills.

"You have no experience in battle, nor do you know how to wield a sword correctly", Said the Elf, after which Arya jumped to her feet, clearly annoyed.

"Excuse me, but I know how to use a sword!" Arya said furiously, pulling out her needle sword to show it to her new mentor.

Seeing the tiny, slim sword, Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Jon told me about this sword ... I think it is fragile... But sometimes it all depends on speed and dexterity ... I understand that you have already used it," Glorfindel said with melancholy when remembering everything Arya had experienced despite her tender age.

Arya only looked down as she remembered those dark days when she roamed the Riverlands fleeing from the Lannisters.

"Show me what you can do ..." Glorfindel said, drawing his sword after a few minutes.

Little Stark smiled excitedly at the opportunity to impress Glorfindel and put herself on the guard that her former teacher Syrio Forel taught her and prepared to dance ...

... Or so she thought, she didn't last even a minute against Glorfindel who disarmed her and knocked her down so fast that even he was surprised by it, for the next few minutes the little girl tried to fight the Lord of golden flowers but despite all her efforts ended on the ground with her, until finally, Arya could no longer get up from the pain and exhaustion.

Glorfindel feeling some compassion for his new student, sat on the ground while Arya struggled for breath.

"That was an interesting fighting style; what is it called?" Glorfindel asked, interested.

"The Water Dance," Said the little girl, already breathing better.

"Mmmm, from what I could see, it is a refined form of fencing in which the practitioner stands sideways and wields a very thin sword. That seems like a style that needs a great deal of balance and grace, so it requires thin swords with pointed blades much lighter than traditional longswords it seems to fit you, although it does not seem like you have mastered the use of that blade, "Glorfindel said, analyzing everything he saw of that curious style.

"But I couldn't best you ..." Arya said, sadly looking at her master.

"That is obvious, my girl ... I have millennia of experience, you do not even know how to use your sword properly, and you are not finished with your training, you have a great deal to learn, Arya Stark and our lessons have only just begun," Glorfindel said with severity.

"What should I do?" Arya asked.

"To start to be more patient ... And secondly you need to forget that fighting style, for now, you will only get killed if you use it... Whoever instructed you clearly never fought actual knights," Said Glorfindel before a stunned and indignant Arya, who seemed disheartened.

"His name was Syrio, and he was the best swordsman in the world!" She said, annoyed, but Glorfindel remained unmoved by her outburst.

"He may have been a good swordsman ... But teaching this particular style to someone so young is not something I would do; this style focuses solely on balance, speed and agility, and while these are necessary to be a skilled warrior...he has a severe weakness, "Glorfindel said, standing up.

"Which is?" Arya asked, annoyed.

Glorfindel only hit a point on her chest gently, and the little girl fell to the ground holding back tears of pain.

"That one, you favour your swiftness so much that you practically neglect your defence, Arya, a warrior must achieve a balance of all of these least you be slain by a fighter of greater skill, as you mature you may master this style, But at this moment you need to develop more strength and stamina, that blow would not have knocked down Arianne or Rhaenys. Moreover, you need to start training with other types of weapons besides the sword before developing your own style; unlike Jon and the others, you are like a blank sheet, they already knew how to use a sword when I met them ... You, on the other hand, hardly know how to wield it correctly, "Glorfindel said.

Arya only felt anger, frustration, and sadness Glorfindels criticism was harsh, and she really wanted to stick a needle in him and shut his pretty mouth. Still, the girl knew deep down that Glorfindel was right; she did not know how to fight outside of the Dance of the Water. In fact, Syrio did not even finish her training; under the tutelage of Glorfindel, Jon had become a mighty warrior great enough to kill a dragon by himself, so Arya would have to be patient and swallow her anger and pride, she would try to listen to Glorfindel, to be as good a warrior as Jon.

Although she was beginning to understand that it would be many years before that moment came, after all, Jon and the others were already talented young knights before they came to Middle-earth ... Whereas she was just a little girl, but that will change. She would become a warrior without equal a she-wolf of renown.

"Alright, so what's next?" Arya said, recovering and standing up.

Glorfindel smiled, and a few more rounds of torture began for her.

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Everything was ready for the voyage to Tol Morwen; the trip was delayed due to the storm that lasted a week longer than planned, and now, finally, a month after obtaining permission from King Elendil, Jon and his companions were ready to leave.

All Westerosi were ready to see off Jon, Loras, and Robar.

The ship they were going on was the most magnificent ship the Westerosi had ever seen; it was similar to a merchant galley, but it was much larger, and the wood seemed to glow in the light of the sun as if the ship were made of pure gold and its sails appeared to be made of satin clothe that fluttered gently as if dancing with the breeze upon the sail was the sigil of the white tree in thread of silver.

"It is magnificent," said Robar, excited to sail in such a magnificent ship.

"It is, no doubt ... I cannot thank you enough for this, my friends ..." Jon said gratefully to his brothers in arms.

"I'm looking forward to seeing that island after everything you told us about it, Jon", Loras said excitedly.

The three knights were already eager to leave as they watched the crew of Mariners prepare the ship for the voyage to Tol Morwen, and really everything was auspicious; the river was again clear, calm and pure, ready to take them out to sea and from there to the island.

Jon was eager to feel the sea breeze brushing his face again.

"Only the others are missing ..." Loras said somewhat impatiently.

"What have I told you about impatience, Loras?" Said a familiar voice approaching.

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Jon, Loras, and Robar were again seen by Lord Glorfindel, Prince Anárion, and Lady Írimë approaching them.

The two great warriors wore elegant black velvet doublets decorated with sea birds. In contrast, Írimë wore a yellow dress reminiscent of the colour of the golden flowers that grew wild in the Fields of Yavanna in Aman and upon her brow a delicate gold tiara encrusted with emeralds and diamonds, her beauty enhanced by the happiness she felt at that moment was such that it could take even a man out of breath.

"Well, met Jon," Lady Írimë said, giving Jon her most beautiful smile as if she wanted to convey all her love through that one expression.

"Hi my Se ... I mean hi ... Lalwen," Jon said quickly as he saw the beautiful Elf raise one of her eyebrows.

"That's better ..." Said the ancient Elf happily approaching her love and extending her arm again, hinting that she wanted him to be her companion, the very idea of being with Jon away from Rhaenys for months made this trip even sweeter for Írimë, who only watched her rival with some satisfaction in her eyes.

Jon didn't think twice and grabbed his Lady's arm.

The scene filled Rhaenys with so much anger and jealousy that she was about to throw that annoying Elf into the sea but was stopped by her grandmother, who was growing weary of the rivalry between her granddaughter and Fingolfin's sister.

"Rhaenys for the last time, enough is enough", Queen Rhaella said, losing patience with her granddaughter.

"She started," Rhaegar's daughter said proudly, looking defiantly at Finwë's daughter, who returned her gaze to the stress of everyone who was worried that the two would finally come to blows. Except for Jon, who was somewhat oblivious to the feud between his half-sister and Írimë

"Ready to go?" King Anárion asked, worried that a fight would break out between Rhaenys and Írimë.

"Of course, King Anárion", Jon said, hardly containing his excitement at the thought of aiding his friend and mentor reach the blessed realm.

"Damned fool", Loras and Robar muttered at the same time, looking at Jon in disappointment, not realizing from his naivety and carelessness that Írimë and Rhaenys were about to fight each other.

"Is Jon truly wise?" Asked an irritated Daenerys to see that Jon was still oblivious to the affections of a woman unless they told him.

"That remains to be seen, my dear, " Queen Rhaella said wearily as she saw how dense Jon was on matters of love.

Upon seeing what was transpiring, Loras and Robar could no longer contain themselves and both knights annoyed with their partner and with the tacit approval of Queen Rhaella, each gave Jon a blow to the head, which caused the young Targaryen to want to strike back, but He was stopped by Glorfindel who struggled not to laugh when he saw the ridiculous scene that occurred in front of him.

"Why did they hit me?" Jon asked, annoyed, stroking his head.

"For being a clueless idiot," Loras and Robar said at the same time, causing everyone to laugh, including Rhaenys and Írimë, who put their fight aside for the moment.

Arianne, Ashara and Shiera had only watched the entire fight between Rhaenys and Írimë in silence and were now holding back their laughter at the well deserved blows their beloved dragon received, as they agreed with Daenerys that Jon was irritatingly dense and it was time to mature ... or perhaps wear a stout helm least his mind be addled.

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A few days before the storm dissipated, Prince Anárion and Lady Írimë approached Jon one afternoon as he returned from standing guard outside the City and asked for a place to go with him and the others to Tol Morwen.

Jon did not take long to give them to them because he was utterly convinced that they would ask to accompany him; since Maglor is Lalwen's nephew, it is expected that she would wish to see her kindred off despite his past sins.

And Glorfindel.. well, Jon knows that he would want to travel as Finwë's daughter's guardian, but Jon thinks his master probably wants to see Maglor's departure to Aman for himself, although he senses that there is something else, Jon would like to know what was running through his master's mind, but he knows that Glorfindel will tell him when the time is right.

And as for Prince Anárion, that was a surprise ... Jon really didn't expect King Elendil's youngest son to join them on this voyage, considering that his return to Gondor was being postponed. However, his elder brother, Isildur, will not be happy Elendil's eldest son wished to visit his father and brother, although in Anárion's words ", journies like this rarely happen twice in age, an adventure worthy of song and verse my brother will understand, "Anárion said with a smile.

"Well, if you feel it is wise, my lord," Jon said, clearly puzzled.

As for the rest of Jon's Ladies were weary of being on the road for so long, so they wished to rest and enjoy the beauty of Annúminas, especially Shiera, who was finally among her people. However, they all felt a great sadness at the thought of being away from Jon for months and despite everything they wanted to see the tomb of the "Sons of Hurin" Westerosi women understood that this was a task that Jon had to carry out only with the aid of Loras and Robar while Glorfindel and Írimë had a vital role to play.

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"Are you all ready?" Anárion said with joy.

At that moment, they heard two voices approaching, and Jon looked astonished and joyful as Sansa and Arya came running, each with a servant carrying two chests of luggage.

"Sansa? Arya?" Jon asked, confused when he saw his cousins approaching at full speed.

"Please, Jon, take us with you," Sansa said, struggling to catch her breath.

"We want to go with you; please let us go; we won't cause trouble," Arya said, adopting the saddest face she could, hoping to aid Sansa.

For a few moments, nobody said anything because of the surprise that the Stark sisters came to ask for a place on the ship; no one had seen them last night; it was as if they had disappeared ... And now they know why.

Ashara, seeing her charges, raised an eyebrow and, facing them, crossed her arms.

"Is that why I haven't seen you two since last night? Foolish girls... Jon and the others are not going on some merry journey," Said the Lady of Starfall, looking at Sansa and Arya reproachfully.

Seeing the stone-faced expression of Ashara, the girls were scared, but Arya gathered her courage and took a step forward.

"We know they are going to a distant island to build a ship, but please! They are not going to fight or anything like that; we promise not to hinder them; I also want to see the tomb of Túrin Turambar," Said Arya shedding a few tears. Which made Ashara and the other Ladies laugh at the little wolf's attempted manipulation.

"Please, Jon, we will not cause you problems; we will behave," Sansa said, adopting the same face as Arya.

Seeing the apparent manipulation, Anárion shrugged.

"I do not see any problem, the servants of the Great Enemy dare not travel the seas, and we have plenty of space on the boat ... But the decision is yours, Jon," Elendil's son said.

Jon just sighed and started massaging his temples.

"Do you promise not to cause problems and to obey me in everything I tell you?" Jon said resignedly as he watched his cousins smile and nod.

"We promise," they both said at the same time.

"Are you sure, Jon?" Ashara asked, worried about Sansa and Arya.

"Mmmm ... I'm not convinced my Torretine lily... But maybe travelling will do them some good, besides what King Anárion said is true the servants of the great enemy dare not enter the domain of Ulmo so we shouldn't have problems" Said Jon nodding as Ashara blushed furiously like a maiden from the nickname her beloved dragon gave her.

The Stark sisters practically jumped with joy and hugged their cousin.

"Well, girls get on the boat before I regret it," Jon said as he approached his lovers to say goodbye to them.

"Well, my loves, this is a goodbye.. though we shall return," Jon said before kissing Arianne, and the Dornish princess was all too happy to reciprocate his affections, nearly devouring her love as if it was his last day on earth.

"Goodbye, my love, may the winds be ever fair", Arianne said, resting her head on the chest of her wild wolf, not wanting to let it go yet.

"Ari .." Jon said, hugging her until she released him, at which point Jon went to Rhaenys.

"Rhae .." But he couldn't say anything else because she kissed him hard.

"Do not say anything, my beloved fool, I understand that you must go, but that does not make it easier ... Get on the boat soon because otherwise I will tie you down with a rope, and I will not let you go", Said Rhaenys her eyes prickling tears.

"I promise you that I will return Rhaenys, it is just a simple voyage, and we are aided by the mightiest mariners of Westernesse," Jon said, caressing Rhaenys cheek before planting a kiss on her forehead.

After that, he addressed Dany and Queen Rhaella.

"Oh ... Jon," Daenerys said, tucking her head into his chest.

"Dany, all will be well, you'll see that I'll be back soon ... And I'll surely be stressed, I'll need your healing touch," Said Jon playing with his Dragon Princess, which caused his beloved silver-haired to hit him on one of his shoulders.

"fool," Daenerys said with a smile.

Jon just laughed and kissed his darling aunt on the lips, and Dany just ended up blushing like a shy maid.

"Farwell Dany", Jon said.

"Farwell, my dear Jon, take good care of yourself, my dear boy", Rhaella said, hugging her grandson with all her strength and love, and he returned the gesture, nearly enraptured by her intoxicating scent akin to lavender and bluebells.

"be well, grandmother", Jon said more courteously than for something real, although he has come to love and care intensely for his father's mother.

After that, he went to the last two ... Ashara and Shiera, who had a great look of melancholy on their faces.

"You are an evil man Jon ... You make us worry too much about you," Shiera said, puffing her cheeks with an air of reproach.

"And you leave us waiting for your touch for months," Ashara said, sighing in frustration.

"I know my dears ... It will also be difficult for me to be away from you, I shall be thinking of you every day that passes whether my dear maiden's biting wit or my torrentine lilies beauty," Said Jon smiling, dodging a blow from the "Maiden of the Sea" while enjoying the blush on the Lady of Starfall's face.

"Haha ... Well, my dears, time is of the essence; I'll see you in a few months ... And remember I shall hold your love ever in my heart for none could compare to your beauty."

And before both Ladies could react, Jon stole a kiss from each of them and was amused to see their blushing expressions before running to the ship to escape their wrath.

"JON!" The cry of both Ladies was heard throughout Annúminas.

"Goodbye everyone ... We'll see you in a few months ..." Jon said, now on top of the boat with Sansa and Arya while the others saw him resigned.

"I must admit that I have a certain envy", Anárion acknowledged when he saw the Ladies who were after Jon.

"It is not worth it, King Anárion; those women are rather forceful, and a tad rebellious you will see, one day Jon will end up dismembered by them," said Robar, causing Loras, Anárion and Glorfindel to laugh joyously, while Írimë remained silent as she was now part of this happy love nest.

... But I will become his wife ... The Noldorian Princess thought proudly.

"Well, since the goodbyes are over, we are going, the winds are fair and shall ease our voyage", Said Anárion enjoying the morning.

Írimë boarded the ship followed by Glorfindel, and as soon as she arrived, made her way to Jon; the noble Elf pinched one of the young Targaryen's cheeks causing Jon to groan in pain.

"You are my escort Jon ... You shouldn't have gotten on the boat without me," Said the beautiful Elf with a malicious smile.

"I'm sorry, my Lady, that won't happen again," Jon said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Good," Írimë said, releasing Jon's cheek before leaning a bit and kissing him close to his mouth, much to the annoyance of Sansa and Arya.

At that moment, Loras and Robar got on the ship as well, while the servants who carried Sansa and Arya's luggage bowed and walked back to the docks.

"Weigh anchor!" Anárion ordered, and the crew obeyed by starting to lift the anchor.

Jon again gave a look and a smile to his Ladies, who were saying goodbye to him.

They all watched their dragon go on that boat without being able to lift a weight from their hearts that something horrible was about to happen.

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The voyage was surprisingly quiet; it took them a week to traverse the Baranduin and southwards, finally passing Eryn Vorn and reaching the great ocean; and while one could march through the hinterlands north of Annuminas and take ship from there, the country was far too dangerous to traverse alone. So most of the time was spent watching Arya train with Glorfindel, and while the little wolf struggled with all her might to keep up with the noble Elf, she was incapable of landing a single blow.

Jon wanted to help her on several occasions, but his dear cousin was far too proud to accept aid.

On the other hand, Sansa simply kept herself entertained embroidering and chatting happily with Lady Írimë since they were the only ladies of some refinement on the ship, and they conversed warmly, generally staying in the Noldorian Princess's cabin or basking in the warmth of the sea breezes.

Jon was delighted that Sansa was finally opening up again because since she arrived in Middle Earth, she had rarely spoken with him, preferring the company of her ladies in waiting or Arya when the mood struck her, she seemed to finally be at ease with her time in King's Landing.

According to Arya, Sansa used to be a cheerful girl who believed in songs and stories about brave knights; now, she is melancholic, quiet and gloomy. It must have been a terrible blow to discover the truth about the knights of house Lannister, especially being treated like a common whore by the Kingsguard. Jon thought bitterly when he remembered the mistreatment and torture his cousin suffered at the hands of the mad lion and his cruel mother.

"It's good that she's finally putting all that behind her ..." Jon muttered with a smile and then went back to watching Arya's training.

Glorfindel had knocked the little wolf down after she tried to disarm him for the third time.

"Your cousin doesn't give up, Jon," Loras said with a smile.

"No, Loras, it seems not; Arya is very proud," Jon said with a smile.

"She is very impetuous; if she continues like this, she will only hurt herself," said Loras when he saw Arya fall again.

Hearing Loras make that comment, Jon and Glorfindel only snorted to young Tyrell's confusion.

"What?" Loras asked, clearly confused.

"I find it very ironic that you are the one to say that someone is very impetuous," Jon said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

"What do you mean by that?" Loras asked indignantly.

"I remind you, Loras, that when you started training with me, your character was much worse than that of this young woman, no matter how many times I knocked you down, you just didn't want to admit defeat", Glorfindel said, happy to remember those moments.

Loras, however, was embarrassed remembering those days when he was a prideful boy and snorted.

"I don't remember," he said, looking away to Jon and Glorfindel's amusement.

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For the other half of the day, Jon and his brothers practised their swordsmanship while being watched by Lady Írimë, Sansa and Arya.

Glorfindel was still training Jon, Loras, and Robar in his spare moments, though at times, he was content to be a spectator watching how his students had improved under the guidance of the knights of Arnor.

Due to the deck's vastness, Jon, Loras and Robar quietly practised with Anárion and the 2 knights who had come as guards.

The combat began when all the knights drew their swords while Jon had brought Ghal-Maraz, as Jon had told them that he did not like to use Ringil during training as the strength of the blade meant he could cleave a knights armour as if it were common rags and to use the blade of noble Fingolfin in such a manner was a sickening thought for Jon.

The practise match between the six knights was so fierce, and the swords were crossed with such speed, grace and dexterity that it was as if pale flames were dancing upon the deck of the ship and Jon's hammer hitting Anárion's shield so hard that it was soon dented from the blows. Arya, in particular, could not believe the speed and agility with which Jon moved while wearing his plate armour, primarily because he used that heavy hammer; the little wolf had not yet forgotten that she could not even move it when she held it for the first time.

The combat was of such intensity that their blows rang like thunder on the sea, so much so, the Stark sisters, as well as Írimë, we're worried that Jon could be hurt.

But his fears were unjustified since Jon, despite having difficulties facing Elendil's youngest son, was able to disarm him, although Anárion seemed hardly winded.

"Well, met Jon, you have truly become a splendid warrior under the guidance of my kindred" Anárion acknowledged Jon's improvement.

"Thank you, King Anárion, you are also better than before," Jon said humbly, bowing before the son of his king.

"However, I wonder, how adept are the three of you in close combat?" Anárion asked interested.

Jon, Loras and Robar glanced at each other; hand-to-hand combat was something that none of the three were very familiar with; of course, they could fight well without weapons, and due to Glorfindel's training, their strength was far greater than a common soldier but at the same time, they did not have as refined a technique as they would like.

The reason is simple ... It is easier and safer to kill Sauron's orcs and other monsters with weapons rather than bare hands.

"Well ... Honestly, our skills are decent ... But we are not experts in close combat," Jon said humbly, acknowledging that they were not experts in that field.

Surprisingly, Anárion nodded and removed his armour and jerkin, leaving him bare-chested.

"Let's see what you can do, Jon Snow", Elendil's youngest son said in a challenging tone.

Jon arched an eyebrow and felt the vein of excitement from a challenge, and, forgetting that Lalwen, Sansa, and Arya were watching him, Jon disrobed and stood before Anárion bare-chested.

After seeing for a few moments both Jon and Anárion threw themselves at each other trying to knock each other down, Elendil's youngest son was surprised by Jon, as he proved to be deceptively strong, but that was not enough to defeat him, in Jon's carelessness he was hit in the stomach by a knee of his rival causing him to move away from pain more this was used by Anárion to try to and subdue Jon with a few blows to the arms hoping to break the young Targaryen's defence. Still, in a show of dexterity, Jon threw himself back to the ground and, using the Anárion's weight, tossed the kings son to the floor.

Everyone watching the fight widened their eyes in surprise at Jon's move.

The young Targaryen, knowing that his rival would soon compose himself, went straight towards him and held his neck with all the strength of his arms to force him to surrender, but Anárion with an unusual combination of strength and a feint managed not only to get away but also now he was the one pressing on Jon's neck with his elbow.

Jon began to feel that he was short of air and had trouble breathing as Elendil's son tightened his grip, and Jon tried to batter Anárion's ribs without success.

"Jon!" Arya screamed, trying to help her cousin but was held back by Glorfindel.

"Are you giving up, Jon?" Anárion said, fighting to subdue the young Westerosi.

Jon fought with all his might, but in the end, his strength started to falter, and he nodded.

"I ... I give up", He gasped and was finally released.

Sansa, Arya and Írimë breathed in relief as seeing Jon struggling to breathe instilled fear and apprehension in their hearts at seeing Jon in such a predicament.

"Not bad, without a doubt you are a worthy rival in strength and endurance, I am easily equal in those fields .. . But your words were true, you don't have much experience in fighting without weapons Jon, my defences were lacking, and you couldn't acknowledge my failures, you had many opportunities to subdue me, but you didn't take them, "Anárion said seriously.

Jon, who was still struggling to breathe, looked at Anárion in surprise, and Elendil's son helped him to his feet.

"Indeed, I must practice more; I was bested far too easily for my liking," Jon said, regretting that he had not given more credence to using his fist.

Anárion only smiled at Jon's humility since even though the young man killed a Great Worm showing that he was indeed one of the mightiest warriors in service to his father, while Jon was valourous, he was indifferent to his skill in war or exercise of arms while his heart was hardened by melancholy and tragedy though he was not without wisdom making fast friend among the elves and dwarves.

In the short time that Anárion had known Jon Snow, it became clear to him that he was a curious and naive young man on some issues, such as the war his concubines have for his affection.

He was a wise young man but somewhat senseless, especially with women,

"Yes, indeed, although you shouldn't feel bad, you fought very well and that movement with which you knocked me down… It was ingenious and effective… So, what say you, Wolf of Arnor, Rose of Harlond and even you Runelord?… shall I teach you to fight with your fist until we the day we return to my father in Annúminas? .. We have nothing to do if you think about it, "Anárion said with amusement.

The Westerosi and the Lady Írimë were surprised by the offer of Anárion minus Glorfinel because the noble Elf had already sensed the intentions of one of the two kings of Gondor and only smiled slightly at the events.

Jon, Loras, and Robar looked at each other for a moment and nodded.

"This will be a challenge", Robar sighed as Loras nodded as if admitting some weakness in his technique hurt his pride. But both knights were eager to show their strength to their new companions.

Seeing his brothers in arms dealing with their pride amused Jon.

"It will be my pleasure, King Anárion, but you will know that I desire to avenge this defeat," Jon said with a challenging grin, to which Anárion laughed.

"Of course, but don't be surprised if you end up on the ground, little dragon; you still have to learn to take advantage of the strength you have," Elendil's son replied smugly.

During the following weeks, Jon, Loras and Robar practised hand-to-hand fighting with Anárion and his guard, learning different ways to fight with his body just as those who come from Númenor do, where they gave great importance to strength and speed. In addition, the young Westerosi practised new feints and grabs and ways to escape the enemy's grappling and take hold of them as if they had done it themselves.

At first, they had many of the training; they had many failures and were constantly humiliated by Anárion and his knights, but due to the lessons of humility and patience, they received from the Eldar, Jon, Loras and Robar learned to deal with their wounded pride.

And while the knights learned to fight properly with their bare hands, the Ladies only silently watched Jon practice without his shirt on, for Írimë and Sansa, it was a delight to be able to see Jon's muscular physique rippling in the midday sun and in the case of Sansa, she was filled with embarrassment when she realized the feelings she was beginning to have for the cousin who she had known as her brother for years.

"It can't be I have feelings for Jon", Sansa thought, horrified by this revelation.

Meanwhile, her younger sister watched Jon and his teammates train while standing next to Glorfindel, who observed his students with some satisfaction.

It was a surprise for Arya to discover that neither Jon nor the others had much experience in hand-to-hand combat, and it seemed very strange that a teacher like Glorfindel had not instructed them in the art of hand to hand fighting, so the little wolf decided to satisfy her curiosity, and the little wolf approached her mentor.

"What is bothering you, little wolf?" Glorfindel asked without taking his eyes off Jon and the others.

Arya was still amazed at the elves' higher senses, no matter how hard she has tried since she was brought to Middle Earth, she has always been very silent when elves are around, but she has never been able to surprise any of them.

"I want to ask something about Jon and his companions," Arya said.

The question earned Glorfindel's attention, and the noble Elf looked at her with interest.

"What is do you wish to know, young wolf?" The noble Elf asked kindly.

"Why haven't you been instructing Jon since we arrived in Arnor? Why have you only been instructing me" Arya asked in confusion.

"Because they no longer needed me to teach them, I told you when I began instructing Jon and the others were already warriors, the only thing I did for them was to teach them a few martial skills but more than anything to develop their physical ability when ventured to Harlond I saw that they fought akin to the Noldor and knew that I had little left to teach them now they must continue on their own "Glorfindel said.

"Is that why you never taught them hand-to-hand combat?" Arya asked.

"Yes ... The Knight's of Arnor are quite skilled in the use of their fist; I thought it would be better for Jon, Loras and Robar to learn from them ... It seems that my assumption was correct," Said the Elf with a smile when he saw how his apprentices began to expand their knowledge of combat and war on their own, not just waiting for him to teach them.

"What about me?" The curious little girl asked.

"I already told you that too; I am training you from scratch; you must strengthen your body and mind and learn to use weapons correctly .. Then you can develop your own style of battle .. Be patient," Glorfindel said, with an easy smile that conveyed wisdom.

Arya just snorted to the amusement of Glorfindel, who patted the girl's head.

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Finally, three weeks had passed since they had reached the sea and the good weather had been left behind, a sudden storm hit them and violently shook the ship, which forced the Ladies to stay in their cabins with Írimë and Arya comforting a frightened Sansa who did not stop trembling at the idea of being shipwrecked at sea again.

Fortunately, the Arnorians and Jon, Loras and Robar proved to be more than superb sailors and managed to carry the storm-tossed ship smoothly as if it were only a brief breeze to them.

The storm only lasted one night, but it was mighty; if it had not been for the strength of the ship as well as the skill of the navigators, none had doubts that they would have been drowned.

Leaving aside, a thick fog had rolled in, blanketing the sea in a haze it seemed nearly impossible to navigate only by the will of the Lord of the Waters, it seemed possible to find the mythical island.

But that did not discourage Jon as he was confident in the justness of his cause and knew that he was supported by Lord Manwë and Lord Ulmo would guide them to the sacred isle.

At least that's what Jon expected.

Finally, after a full day of blind sailing and some crew members becoming rather vexed at the thought of sinking in the tempestuous waters, a very curious thing happened that left the men and elves on the ship stunned.

The fog began to dissipate in front of the ship as if opening a path to make way for them; taking this as a sign from the Valar who approved of their mission as well as guiding them in the right direction, the sailors silenced their murmurs and began to work diligently.

They were in that situation the rest of the day and night until finally, after almost an incessant month of travel, passing that powerful storm and navigating through the fog, a small accumulation of land began to become visible.

He was too small to know whether or not it was an island, but Jon saw it and knew it in his heart ... He had returned to Tol Morwen.

"Just wait for a little more Maglor in a few more months, I; ifú is merciful, you will be in Valinor with your wife and mother," Jon thought.

"We are here," Jon said, barely containing his happiness.

"Are you sure, Master Jon? It's too small for an island," Anárion said.

"Yes, but it is bigger than it seems ... Believe me, King Anárion, that island is Tol Morwen," Jon said with complete assurance, and Anárion only shrugged.

"That's enough for me ... prepare for going ashore, lads," Anárion said with authority, and his men happily agreed, eager to leave the ship.

While Jon, Sansa, Arya, Írimë, Loras, Robar and Glorfindel watched the small island, expectantly eager to disembark.

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The voyage to the shore was swift as a great gust of wind gave their sails new life and propelled them ever onward towards Tol Morwen, while for Westerosi and elves, it was sudden and terrifying for those coming from Númenor it was familiar and comforting.

The only ones who got off the ship were Westerosi, Glorfindel, Írimë and Anárion, who gave the sailors instructions to prepare everything to follow them when they ensured the ship was well anchored and safe.

Upon getting off the ship, Jon immediately recognized the island, even the outcropping of rocks that ringed around the southern shore.

Seeing that expression on his face, his cousins, as well as Lady Írimë, smiled while the others arched an eyebrow at the belief that Jon was up to something.

"Is something wrong, Jon?" Loras asked, but Jon shook his head.

"No, I only remembered when Lord Ulmo brought me here more than a year ago ... Nothing has changed," Jon said, recovering his sullen expression.

"Well, I guess that's good, now how do we get off the beach? .. I only see a huge wall of rocks," Loras said with annoyance.

"You must traverse the shore until you see a steep rocky path; that's the only way off of the beach", Jon said with authority.

"Lead us, Jon Herénlounga," Said Anárion, nodding.

Jon nodded, and it was there that he felt his arms being taken by Sansa and Írimë, who smiled at Jon, leaving him spellbound by her elven beauty.

"Come on, my Lady ..." Jon said smiling, blushing, looking at his Elf Lady while Sansa and Arya contained their annoyance, and the others only smiled when they saw Jon practically trapped by Fingolfin's beautiful sister.

Jon helped Írimë and Sansa up the rock path holding them tightly and slowly to prevent an accident until they managed to reach the top, followed by the others, and Jon was finally able to observe the beauty that was that small island after more than a year.

"This is Tol Morwen?" Robar asked, looking at the small island with satisfaction.

"Yes, this is the home of Maglor, the last survivor of the House of Fëanor," Jon said solemnly but eager to see his friend and mentor again.

"It is lovely," Loras said, looking at the vast forest.

"I must admit that for my part, it is the first time that I see this island; my ancestors have ventured here many times, though never in great strength nor did they wish to make a permanent dwelling," Anárion said factually.

"That's because the only natural water source is a pond in a cave; that is where Malgor dwells," Jon said, recalling Maglor's teachings on the island.

"Tis truly a tragedy a place of such beauty would remain uninhabited," Anárion said with a hand on his chin.

"Shall we go to that cave?" Glorfindel asked.

"No, we shall delay and march to the top of the mountain ... Malgor often spends his days tending to the hilltop," Jon said, remembering his happier days on the island.

"What is there?" Arya asked, eager to explore the island.

"There rest the children of Hurin, and their mother Morwen, the stone of the unfortunate", Jon said, sighing while the others wished to see the mythical tomb of Turin.

But Írimë only began to shed silent tears while smiling slightly at imagining the expression of Maglor when he found out that his exile was lifted, Jon realized the tears of his Lady Lalwen and understanding her feelings he hugged her with gentleness, which brought out the beautiful Elf of her thoughts and caused her face to turn a pleasant shade of scarlet.

"Be glad, my lady; you shall be reunited with your nephew soon," Jon said gently.

"Thank you, Jon, please let us hurry... I wish to see him again," Írimë said with anxiety in his voice.

And Jon nodded.

"Come on ... I also want to see my mentor," Jon said still with his cousin Sansa and his Lady Írimë on his left and right arms, respectively.

They all nodded and started down to walk through the small forest.

Jon masterfully guided everyone around the island as he was the only one who knew it well enough until they started going up the hill, and everyone started hearing the beautiful sound of a harp; the music was beautiful but told of great pain and anguish.

"Oh ... That music is beautiful," Sansa said with tears in her eyes.

"It is the music of my nephew's harp; it is Maglor," Írimë said, raising her dress and accelerating her pace.

"Wait, my Lady!" Jon yelled, starting to run after her. And after Jon, they all went to the top of the mountain.

Jon and Írimë ran to the top of the little hill following the beautiful, forlorn melody until finally in the same place where just over a year ago Jon recited his poem about Eärendil, was Maglor lord of bards playing a dirge of sorrow and misery with tears streaming down his face it seemed that he had not noticed their arrival.

His appearance was the same as Jon remembered him, his skin was grey, and his hair was like cascading satin; although he looked more groomed than the last time Jon saw him, his hands still looked like claws, Maglor was wearing a black robe with a golden ring on his head.

Seeing the unfortunate appearance of her nephew, Lady Írimë released a sob of compassion which made the sad Elf stop his music and observed with surprise his aunt Írimë whom he had not seen since before the Nírnaeth Arnoediad and his apprentice Jon snow who he never thought he would see again.

For a few moments, no one said anything until Írimë approached Maglor, who remained impassive and slowly lowered his gaze, unable to gaze upon his aunt after all the crimes he committed with his father and brothers.

"Look at me," Írimë said in a voice of steel.

But Maglor didn't dare meet her gaze.

"Maglor look at me", Írimë said once more, and this time Maglor obeyed her, and they both began to cry when they saw each other again after a life age apart. Finishing giving a hug in front of Jon, who just remained silent.

That's when the rest of Jon's friends arrived and witnessed the scene between aunt and nephew; seeing them weeping, they all decided to be silent and let aunt and nephew heal the wounds of their hearts. That was when Jon's friends, as well as his cousins and Anárion, saw Maglor, and they were all surprised to see the emaciated and sickly appearance of the legendary Elf as none has seen a lord of the Noldor look so close to the grasp of death.

"Is he Maglor?" Arya asked.

"The Maglor Lord of Bards?" Sansa muttered under her breath as if she still couldn't believe it.

Jon just nodded as he placed his fingers on his lips, asking for silence from his cousins, who obeyed.

The vision of both elves hugging tearfully for their reunion lasted a few minutes until they finally parted ways.

"My beloved aunt, why are you here? In this blessed place so far away from any land, "Maglor said, kissing her hand chastely even with tears in his eyes.

"My dear nephew ... I am here to bring you ... Beautiful news ... But it is not for me to say it," Írimë said, looking at Jon with tears in her eyes, and the Elven Princess extended her hand to the young Targaryen who obeyed the wish of his Lady.

That was when Maglor was hesitant to notice this young man standing next to his aunt, a man he knew all too well it was Jon, but he now appeared as a king of men.

He was tall, stocky with dark hair, wearing a broach of fine silver shaped to resemble a sea bird; clearly, he was a man of Arnor. Still, about his shoulders he wore a cape of some strange cloth that seemed to shimmer in the light of the sun upon the cloak was a snarling dragon embroidered in rubies and scarlet thread it was when the son of Fëanor noticed his violet eyes, they seemed so distant yet so familiar, but now they shone like amethyst flames with the warmth of hearth and home, the light of his aged home Valinor.

Of the somewhat stocky but confused and scared young man, Maglor knew there was really little left because now in front of him was a proud man, tall, valiant, and more kingly than any man that had appeared in among the races of men in many an age.

So impressive was he that the last of Fëanor's sons had the urge to bow to him and would have done it right there until he noticed that he was being watched by a group of people behind him. Three young men, two girls and Glorfindel with whom he had fought in the Nírnaeth Arnoediad many centuries ago.

Maglor sighed with tears in his eyes, and, smiling widely, he approached that imposing young man and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Hello Jon, I didn't expect to see you here so soon ... But this is a blissful day because again, the Valar have sent you to this island... Although now with my aunt Írimë and a company of mighty warriors and it seems you have the light of the blessed realm in your eyes, oh how extraordinary it is to see the light of my home on your face although I wonder ... Oh, how is such a wonder possible? " The Elf said, crying when he saw the light of Aman in the eyes and face of his young friend.

"Greetings Maglor, my mentor and my friend, I have come to see you give you wonderful news, the news that you have waited since the end of the First Age ... The ban on Amman has been lifted, and the Elder King has allowed you to return to Valinor to receive the judgment of Lord Namo, "Said Jon crying, placing his hands on the shoulders of a stunned and surprised Maglor who for a few moments could not believe the words that came out of Jon's mouth until he saw the look upon his face and the Realizing that he was speaking the truth, Maglor couldn't help but put on a shocked expression at Jon's words.

So surprised was he that he took a few steps back as tears ran down his cheeks.

"How ... How is it possible? ... If Lord Ulmo ..." Maglor said, falling to his knees in shock.

When everyone saw that Elf with such a miserable and filthy appearance collapse to cry for happiness, he felt when he heard that his exile had been abolished. Jon's companions looked upon the great bard in pity when imagining the innumerable sorrows and hardships that he must have endured since his departure from the Immortal Lands so many centuries ago as. Maglor followed his father and brothers in their doomed rebellion, to the point where now that he has the opportunity to return home, it probably seemed a cruel jest.

Jon took pity on his friend and knelt to meet his friends' gaze.

"It's a long story, and I want to tell you, my friend, because there is something vital that you should know, but now you must stand up because I want to introduce you to my companions and relative," said Jon helping Maglor to stand up and both together with Lady Írimë went to the side of Jon's friends.

"Maglor, I want to introduce you to my cousins whom I love as sisters and brought to my side by the mercy of the Valar, Sansa and Arya of House Stark," said Jon introducing his cousins who bowed to the noble and sick Elf.

"Then they are Ser Loras Tyrell and Ser Robar Royce, my comrades in arms and brought along with me to Middle-earth by the will of the Great King."

Both knights bowed to Maglor, who returned the gesture.

"Jon told me a great deal about you the first time he came here; meeting you gives my sick heart great happiness and satisfaction," Said the Elf, happy to meet the rest of the "Emissaries of the Valar".

"Thank you very much, my Lord; it is an honour to meet an elf of such a high lineage," Robar said politely as Loras nodded.

And finally here is Anárion, one of the High Kings of Gondor, Lord of Minas Anor, son of Elendil the Great King of all the Dúnedain of Middle Earth and who carries in his veins the noble blood of the High Men of Númenor" Said Jon informing a surprised Maglor not only about the identity of his last companion but also giving him to understand that now he and his companions had sworn allegiance to Elendil.

Anárion, flattered by Jon's words, smiled with satisfaction at the titles I attributed to him and approached the surprised Maglor.

"Greetings, last son of Fëanor, it is a great honour for me to meet such a famous elf," Anárion said courteously, but Maglor put on a sad smile as he remembered those dark times.

"Famous ... Maybe ... But not for anything great nor good, but for the infamy that my brothers and I earned with our nefarious acts," Maglor said, shedding tears of regret and sadness.

"I am sorry, Lord Maglor, it was not my intention to remind you of those days," Anárion said, regretting the choice of his words.

"Do not worry, King Anárion, all that ... It already happened ... a long time ago", Maglor said with a sad smile, and then he addressed the last member of the company, one he knew all too well.

"Lord Glorfindel ..." He said in surprise.

"Lord Maglor ... It's been a while," Glorfindel said.

"Yes ... far too long," Said the son of Fëanor, losing himself in his memories to the surprise of all the others.

"Do you know each other?" Loras asked, surprised.

"Yes, we met in Valinor, obviously ... And we participated in some battles during the First Era," Glorfindel said seriously.

"Yes, that's how it was," Maglor said with sorrow since he knew that Glorfindel had not yet wholly forgotten nor forgiven the betrayal that the host of Fingolfin suffered at the hands of his father Fëanor when he abandoned them to their fate to travel the frozen path of the "Helcaraxe".

Everyone realized that the tension between the two elves rose until Arya noticed the huge stone behind her cousin, Maglor and Lady Írimë.

"Is that the Stone of the Hapless?" The little girl asked curiously, and her voice broke the tension when they saw her go towards the colossal tombstone followed by Sansa, Loras and Robar.

"Yes, that is Túrin Turambar's grave little one", Maglor said with a smile when he saw the curious expression on Arya's face.

The Stark sisters and the two knights contemplated the vast rock with emotion and solemnity and confirmed their identity as Jon had done long ago by reading the names inscribed on them, Turin Turambar, his wife Niennor and their mother Morwen Eledhwen.

"All we know about them is that their lives were a tragedy," Sansa said in a whisper.

"Yes ... It was, their lives were cursed by" The Great Enemy ", Morwen's husband and father of her children fought with us in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, he and his brother Huor sacrificed all so that we might live alas there was a grim fate Huor was slain by an arrow through the eye, but Húrin remained steadfast crying Aurë entuluva! for each foe he slew with his axe. He fought until he was buried under the weight of bodies of his enemies, then Gothmog bound him and dragged him towards Angband. For twenty-eight years, he had been captive in Angband, and he was grown grim to look upon. His hair and beard were white and long, but he walked unbowed, bearing a great black staff, and he was girt with a sword. And little though he trusted the words of Morgoth, knowing indeed that he was without pity, Húrin took his freedom and went forth in grief, embittered by the words of the Dark Lord; and a year was now gone since the death of Túrin, his son.

"What else happened to him?" Arya asked, fearful but wanting to know the whole story even though it seemed more and more horrible to her.

"And then Morgoth chained Húrin to a chair high on the slopes of Thangorodrim where through fell sorcery, he could watch the tragedies that would befall his family." Said Glorfindel shedding tears of sadness,

"After the death of his children, Morgoth released Húrin, where he hoped he could further his malice. The broken man first returned to Hithlum, which was now ruled by Easterlings. Finding none of his kin, he travelled with outlaws to the mountains of Echoriath, searching for the entrance to Gondolin. At first, Turgon refused him but later recanted and sent Eagles to bring him to Gondolin. Húrin had already left for the Forest of Brethil, but Morgoth's curse had already ensnared Gondolin, for the Dark Lord's spies now knew the general location of the Hidden Kingdom.

In the Forest of Brethil, he found the graves of his children. His wife, Morwen, was there, and she died shortly after. After burying his wife, Húrin was taken by march-wardens to the settlement of Ephel Brandir, the home of the People of Haleth, with whom Túrin lived the last years of his life. Angry and grieving, he turned the People of Haleth against one another and ruined Ephel Brandir.

Húrin continued on to the ruins of Nargothrond, where he found the Petty-dwarf Mîm. The petty-dwarf had betrayed Túrin years ago, and in revenge, Húrin slaughtered him. Mîm had claimed the treasure of Nargothrond, but Húrin recovered the Nauglamír and journeyed eastwards.

Húrin reached the Meres of Twilight and was taken by the Elves who guarded the western borders of Doriath in He was allowed to enter Menegroth, where in anger, he threw the Nauglamír before King Thingol and 'thanked' him for aiding his son. Thingol's wife, Melian, finally pierced through Húrin's madness and grief, revealing the truth that Morgoth hid. Shamed by his actions, he picked up the Nauglamír to give to the king as a gift and memorial, then he left Menegroth no longer a thrall of Morgoth. "Maglor finished telling the story looking at Glorfindel, who only nodded.

"That is horrid," Sansa said, shedding tears of compassion and sadness when she learned the tragic history of that family, thinking that what she lived with Joffrey and her mother could not be compared in any way to what Hurin and his family endured because of the wickedness of the great enemy.

Seeing the dire atmosphere that had taken over the conversation, Lady Írimë returned to Jon's side, taking him by the arm to the surprise of Maglor and Jon himself, who was still blushing at the affections fair Írimë showered him now.

"All that has already happened; it is not necessary to remember it now because this should be a moment of joy," Írimë said with a smile.

"Indeed, Maglor ... You will be able to return home to your mother and wife," Jon said with a smile.

"I heard you Jon ... And I still find it hard to believe ... Oh, how wonderful, if this is a dream ... It is a beautiful dream, oh please don't let anyone wake me up ... Please come to my humble cave where you can not only give me more joyous news ... I want to know about everything you have done since leaving my fair home, "Maglor said crying again at the news of being able to return home.

Jon nodded, and everyone returned to the cave of Maglor were, to everyone's surprise, there was already a small makeshift camp built by the sailors who accompanied them were to everyone's joy, they had begun skinning and skewering some boars they had brought for the voyage the smell of roasting meat was heavenly filling them all with newfound courage.

The aroma of the pork cooking made everyone realize that they were hungry and decided to eat while talking; Jon knew that for Maglor, that dinner was an exquisite affair as he had not dined upon boar, not any other animal in centuries, and he was surrounded by companions who did openly loathe him.

When the food was ready, and everyone was eating and drinking the wine and beer they had brought from the ship, Jon told his mentor about his final days in the Gray Havens before leaving to seek out faithful.

Then his arrival in Annuminas was overshadowed by the discovery of a Worm of the great enemy so close to the fair city Maglor's expression was of astonishment when Jon told him that he had killed the foul beast with Ringil and claimed wergild from its horde. Firstly its hide fashioned into a great cloak and a mighty warhorn, as well as all the gold Sauron had gifted the dragon to slay the high king.

"Hearing of such a triumph makes me feel proud, Jon; I knew you were destined for great things ... But I never imagined that you would reach become so mighty in such a short time; you are an exceptional young man and a magnificent warrior," Maglor said, bowing slightly before a Jon much to the young dragon's embarrassments.

"Thank you Maglor ..." Jon said with some embarrassment to everyone's amusement, and that was when Jon told Maglor that on his return to Annúminas, he had been taken to Ilmarin in a dream by Lord Manwë where he had contemplated the beauty of the Blessed Kingdom From the top of Taniquetil where the King of Arda healed his wounds and entrusted him with the ancient knowledge of the Ainulindale. Then Jon begged for mercy for Maglor; the King of Arda decided to grant Jon's request but made it clear to him that Maglor was not pardoned and that if he chose to return to Valinor, he should appear before the judgment of Lord Namo.

For a few moments, Maglor closed his eyes and was silent until he smiled slightly and nodded.

"I understand; I have wanted to appear before the Lord of Arda since the end of the" War of Wrath ", and now I can finally do it; I can atone for my crimes in the way the Valar decide, oh what happy news... At last, I will be able to return home after so many centuries, "Maglor said, breaking into tears again.

Seeing his friend filled with such joy gladdened his heart, but Jon knew that he must tell him everything; Jon glanced at Lalwen and his companions, who nodded, hinting to Jon that he should tell Maglor the final requirement for his return to Aman.

"Maglor, there is one more thing I must tell you ... You can return to Aman only on one condition. The ship that takes you must be built solely by my companions and me; no elf can help us in its construction. The way to Aman is a treacherous voyage, and only those ships built by the skill of the Noldor can hope to traverse those waters, that's why I came here with my companions, I want to ask your permission to build it because I wish I do not wish to deceive you, and now I must have your answer...So what say you, Lord of bards? Do you accept? Will you allow us to build the ship that will take you back to Valinor? " Jon asked with passion.

For a few moments, Maglor did not say anything and just remained silent, with everyone beginning to believe that he would refuse, but to everyone's surprise, the son of Fëanor left his plate on the ground and hugged Jon tightly like a brother while continuing to cry.

"Jon, I have no words that can express the gratitude I feel for you at this moment, you have given me hope the first time you came to this island, and now you give me the opportunity to return to my home after imploring the forgiveness of Lord Manwë who in his mercy granted my pardon. I have no way of paying you what you have done for me and that just because I can not think of an appropriate way to do it ... Please accept the gratitude of this foolish old Elf as well as a promise of friendship and the eternal gratitude of me and all my kindred. Unfortunately, your people's time in Arda is short, so Jon, for me, it would be an honour to return to the shores of Aman in a vessel crafted by you and your companions. Will you accept this gift of friendship and love, my friend? " Maglor said, still crying but looking at Jon's face.

"You don't have to give me anything, Maglor ... We are friends after all, but I accept your words and take your friendship and gratitude as payment," Jon said, placing a hand on the singer's shoulder, which caused many to weep and the show of friendship between the two prodigious bards.

"In that case, let us resume our feast, it's been many centuries since I had a wild boar for dinner ... It would be a shame to waste it," Said the noble Elf with a genuine smile on his face to the joy of Jon and Írimë while the others drank beer, cheered and they brightened the night.

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The celebration lasted all night, and now everyone was sleeping peacefully and exhausted from dinner and drink with the exception of Jon, who took the harp that he had brought with him and went to the "Stone of the Wretched" to sing in solitude.

Again he had dreamed of that beautiful Elf who had comforted him in the dragon's cave, and again he had failed to see her face in his memories; the mere thought of never seeing that beauty again filled Jon's heart with regret, bitterness and pain yet there was some joy to take from this day he had helped his dear friend return to Valinor.

He had not told anyone about the vision of that Lady because he believed they would think it was just a dream and although a part of Jon knew that maybe it was, another part of him was sure that his saviour was real, and he could not know who she was, it filled him with sadness.

He took out his harp and sat on the ground, illuminated by moonlight and stars; he played a melody about her beauty.

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 I sang of her beauty so fair, of hair of gold and eyes like diamonds fair.

Her voice as sweet and soft as the summers wind, so pure and kind.

As fair as the sun and light of moon she is without compare an elven maiden whose light fills my heart,

And now I sit here beneath the stars weary and yet strong yearning for my maiden whom I have sought for so long.

Still, she eludes me as I go ever onward. I yearn to know her name, a maiden most fair whose beauty captured the light of the trees ever fair.

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Írimë had followed Jon in silence since she saw him leave his tent in the camp, at first. She planned to have fun with him and scare him when he was distracted, worse when she saw that he was carrying his harp the Finwë's daughter decided to wait because she wanted to hear what Jon had composed ... And oh how it filled her jealously.

Jon's composition was about his sadness for an elf Lady of extraordinary beauty whose light in her hair was like that of "The Two Trees" ... There was only one among the Eldar with that description.

Artanis, the daughter of her brother Finarfin ... Her niece.

Írimë was filled with jealousy and anger when she learned that Jon had composed a poem about her niece's beauty because at first, she thought that he wanted to have Galadriel as a lover, but her heart told her that was not true Jon knows that she is married, he would never take someone else's wife as a lover.

But Írimë wanted to know why Jon had composed a song about her niece and if she was aware of the interest aroused in the young man.

Fingolfin's sister wanted answers ... And she would get them tomorrow ... Starting with Jon.

Despite the anger she felt at that moment, Írimë could only smile at the image of Jon with his harp illuminated by the light of the moon and the stars, and the Noldorian Princess quietly returned to her tent.

Notes:

Thanks to my co-author great_red