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The daughter of Finarfin had lost the two men who had captivated her in the same night; she felt overwhelmed by the grief of losing her husband and the guilt of not saving Jon ... The only comfort that She had left was the book of poems and songs that Jon composed for her, which filled her with joy and love; however, her heart was wracked with guilt as she felt she was betraying Celeborn, who gave his life to slay the Nazgûl.

But that book was the only thing that could give her peace in those moments, so much so that the Lady of Light clutched the book to her chest every night, feeling it was the one thing that bound Jon to her alone.

Galadriel felt a sinful and selfish whore, but she did not want to share Jon's gift with anyone, not even her aunt Írimë who's misery was terrible to behold.

Finwë's daughter had been parted from her two great loves, and she felt hollow as if all the ages of this world had crashed down upon her, and she was utterly alone she knew that one day she would be parted from Jon but dared not think it would be so quickly.

Oh, Írimë spent all day playing with Jon's curls and sometimes kissed him in the vain hope that he should wake from his eternal sleep.

Glorfindel and Galadriel felt sadder with each passing day and could feel her slowly fading away, taking on an sickly appearance as they neared Annúminas.

"Perhaps I can sail to Valinor once there we will be together again until he must leave Arda, he will implore Erú to allow me to leave with him ... I hold no love for this wretched world if my beloved dragon must depart from it." Írimë thought in despair.

As for Arianne, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Shiera, and Ashara, each wept bitter tears, and none could mend their wounded hearts; it was an especially bitter poison to swallow.

Well, the man they had all fallen in love with had now left Mandos untimely, and although they wanted very much to meet him ... they knew perfectly well that Jon would never forgive them for committing such madness.

It was especially hard for Ashara and Shiera, who had never foreseen falling in love with the young Targaryen, and yet fate was cruel to them again, let them enjoy the delights of love and romance, only to snatch it away selfishly.

For Ashara, it seemed fate would damn the thrice more as she must deliver the news of Jon's demise to Sansa and Arya.

As for Glorfindel, as soon as the former nobleman of Gondolin discovered the fate of his pupil, he burst into tears and said parting words in both Quenya and Sindarin and cursed Sauron just as Fëanor had Morgoth for the slaying of Finwë.

They had first reached Minas Anor, where they realized that the City had been besieged although it was a hasty offensive, it was in Osgiliath where the greatest misfortune befall Gondor as the Prince of Belfalas had fallen in battle and the stewardship of the city had passed to his young son a lad of ten winters.

Dol Belegaer was a promontory, ruled as a hereditary principality from its stronghold, situated on a peninsula in Gondor facing the Bay of Belfalas. A family of Faithful from Númenor had ruled over the land of Belfalas since the early years of this Age. This family of Númenóreans were akin to the Lords of Andúnië, and thus related to Elendil and descended from the House of Elros. They had been given the title Prince of Belfalas by Elendil and their land, now a fief of Gondor, was called Dor-en-Ernil. He granted this family a noble title, making them the hereditary Princes of Belfalas.

And now that fortress had lost its Lord.

When Anárion learned of Jon's death, the wroth of the Lord of Minas-Anor had been terrible to behold; he raged and cursed Sauron, promising to slay the Lord of Mordor for all the misfortunes and fell deeds he had committed against his kin.

Once he had calmed his mind, Anárion used his Palantirí to inform his Father of the tragic news so that they would prepare in Annúminas for the burial of Jon and Lord Celeborn as well as to send messengers to The Grey Havens, The Valley of Imladris and the Kingdom of Khazad-Dûm as King Durin was a dear friend to Jon.

Jon had forged many friendships among the Lords of Middle-Earth, and all would wish to say farewell.

As for Lord Celeborn, he had been one of the Sages of Middle Earth, a mighty and wise elf who was loved by his people, he had given his life in that horrible battle ... He deserved a proper burial worthy of his status.

The army spent several days in Minas Anor mending their wounds and gathering provisions before continuing their march to Annúminas.

However, in all that time, Shiera, who had been watching Jon's bier from afar, did not fail to notice something that caught her attention.

Ghost, Jon's direwolf, had refused to leave his master's body; it was then Shiera recalled an ancient tale about the Skinchangers."

Skinchangers could possess the body of an animal upon their death and live as said animal, it was then Shiera began to formulate a plan that was rather queer, but if Jon's spirit had entered the body of his wolf, then perhaps they could use the magic of the elves to restore his soul.

I hadn't deemed it possible; a hopeful Shiera cried with excitement and joy.

However, healing a corpse was beyond her and Ashara's skills, and even if it was plausible, she had no idea if Jon had actually transferred his mind to his wolf and if so, there was no way of knowing how much Jon left after spending so much time inside the animal.

But she required aid; she had no hope of doing this alone; first, they must reach Annúminas and then Shiera would reveal what she had learned.

After 5 weeks, the whole company had managed to return to Annuminas, where they were received by a splendid retinue... However, there was no celebration nor feast, for the realm of Arnor had lost many noble sons.

One by one, the bodies were placed in the City Square and wrapped in shrouds of silver cloth, each bearing the Scepter of Annúminas.

Jon's sarcophagus was placed in the centre of the city; all who gazed upon the Wolf of Westernesse saw that he was at peace though this did little to dissuade them from their grief, and all wept bitterly for the death of so noble a man.

King Elendil greeted them with tearful eyes and praised Jon's bravery though all could see his grief; Queen Rhaella cries were more akin to a wounded animal as she lamented the death of her grandson while Sansa fell to her knees and howled in misery.

Seeing her protégé mastered by grief, an equally heartbroken Ashara ran to hug her hoping to console Sansa in her misery.

Arya was calmer than her sister, but she wept freely as well and rushed towards Jon's coffin though the Gryphon barred her path, bearing it great claws intending to rip her ribbons, Ghost sprang to her aid snarling at the Gryphon, and all was quiet, but at the last moment, the Gryphon bowed its head and laid next to the sarcophagus and Ghost's led Arya by the hand to the tomb of Jon.

When the little wolf saw the corpse of her beloved cousin, at first, she thought he was asleep as his hand was still warm.

"Jon's spirit has departed for the Halls of Mandos; I merely used a spell to preserve his body beyond the count of days... He is now in the dream of death" I am sorry, my child ", Galadriel said. Alas, Arya merely wept bitterly for the loss of her beloved cousin.

Seeing the youngest Starks grief, Rhaella took pity on her and hugged her so that they might share in their sorrow; the younger Stark accepted the comfort of Jon's grandmother, weeping as they hugged each other.

"You must share all you know with me ..." King Elendil said, approaching the fellowship.

"We will, father ... However, I wish to know if the other Lords have arrived yet?" Anárion asked.

"Gil-Galad and Elrond will arrive in one more week as for Durin and Círdan will arrive in two days", replied the king of the Dunedain, confused.

"In that case, I beg you, father, to wait for them to arrive because the story of the fall of Jon and Lord Celeborn is as great as it is unpleasant, and I don't think I have the heart to listen to it many more times. They have suffered greatly with each retelling, "Anárion said in a pleading tone, and Elendil, seeing the melancholy of Jon's loves, agreed.

"Very well, I will wait Anárion ... Lady Galadriel," Said the High King bowing to the Lady of Edhellond, who only nodded indifferently.

"King Elendil," Said the Lady of Light with cold cordiality.

"I am so sorry for your loss, my Lady ... Lord Celeborn was an exceptional elf," Elendil said with genuine sorrow.

Galadriel thanked him for his gesture while holding back her tears and being consoled by her aunt, who looked increasingly weak and sickly.

"Aunt ..." Galadriel said, worrying more and more about her father's sister.

"Sshh ... My dear niece, everything will be fine," Írimë said, kissing Galadriel on the forehead and hoping to ease the pain of her niece's heart.

Despite the tragic scene unfolding, one person in the entourage had an anxious expression on her face, almost of hope.

The Sea Maiden had seen Jon's wolf jump to protect his cousin Arya and the beautiful bastard Targaryen was joyful.

Not the fact that the girl was in danger but that when she saw the wolf defend the girl, she was more and more sure that Jon was still alive inside the wolf.

Now she only had to pray to Erú that Jon's will was strong enough to endure until Elrond's arrival; Shiera had no doubt that the Lord of Rivendell could ... Heal Jon's body despite his passing, this was an art that neither she nor Ashara mastered ... yet.

Shiera gazed upon Jon with hope without realizing that the Lady of Light had sensed something in her heart since they were travelling on the road, and since then, she has been watching her closely, sensing something horrible.

Later that night, both Ashara and Shiera were taking care of Sansa and Arya, who were devastated by the death of their beloved cousin, but Arya being a reckless child, expressed her pain the only way she knew how.

Fighting with his sister over any trifling matter.

"Shut up, Arya!" Sansa said with tears in her eyes.

"Why? It's the truth ... You didn't want Jon; you stopped sending him letters when mother asked you to," Said Arya, hoping to fight with her sister.

An angry Sansa lunged furiously at her sister, and soon they were rolling on the ground like rabid wolves.

"Shut up! ... You know nothing of the matter!" Sansa said, starting to scratch her sister's face.

At that moment, Ashara and Shiera entered the room, and when they saw girls in such a state, they moved to separate them.

"By the Valar! What's going on here?" Ashara yelled in a fury.

"Arya began taunting me ... She said awful things about I didn't care about Jon and that she was his favourite sister!" Sansa said, crying.

"Arya, is it true?" Ashara asked, disappointed with the little wolf.

"Yes, they were not lies; Sansa never cared for Jon in their first meeting at King's Landing; she treated him as a common beggar and feared his blood would taint her," Arya said, in a rage.

Sansa burst into tears and threw herself against Ashara's chest, and cried so that Lady Ashara sent an angry look at the little wolf.

"Go to your room Arya .. I'll talk to you later," Ashara said sternly.

"But ..." Arya began to say indignantly but understanding that she had gone too far.

"Come on, girl ... You already caused too much trouble," Shiera said, taking the little wolf by the arm and escorting her out.

When Arya left, she began to cry and told Shiera that they had begun to remember their time in Winterfell and how Sansa abandoned Jon on the whims of their mother.

"I ... I didn't want to ... I just ... I don't know why I was arguing with her ..." Arya said, sobbing.

... I know why ... Shiera thought, hugging the little girl.

"I understand you, little wolf ... may grieve in various ways, and through cruel fate, we lash out at those we hold dear ... But you can't fight with your sister, your only sister ... Now they only have each other," Shiera said before placing a kiss upon Arya's head.

"Jon is a deceiver... He lied to us, he said he would come back ... And the fool died," Arya said, breaking into tears.

"It wasn't his fault Arya ... war makes corpses of many brave men," Shiera said with bitterness, still hugging the girl.

"Did you love him?" Arya asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yes, I loved Jon greatly. I could never bear to be parted from him, and now that he has passed on, my heart aches," Shiera said, beginning to weep too.

"Curse you Sauron, you destroyed the home of my ancestors preventing me from knowing it and enjoying its splendour and beauty ... Now because of your machinations I lost the love of my life ... I will never forgive you ... I name you chiefest of my enemies, and you shall pay for your treachery I swear this by all the Valar... Shiera thought with hatred, vowing vengeance against the fallen Maia.

"Why did Jon have to die?" Arya said, crying without being aware of Shiera's dark thoughts.

Shiera didn't answer and hugged her tighter, putting aside her idea of revenge on Sauron for the moment.

Finally, after a week of mourning, The remaining Lords of Middle-earth arrived. Annúminas was filled with a great many caravans bearing many different sigils, whether silver stars of Gil-Galad, the hammer and anvil of Durin's folk, and the Ship and the Silver Swan of Dol-Belegaer.

Kings Gil-Galad and Durin, as well as Lord Elrond and his wife Celebrían and finally Lord Círdan, who was delighted to see his former protégés again despite the grim tidings of their reunion.

After all, the old elf had come to love Jon like a son, a son he had lost and would never see again until the ending of Arda.

Upon seeing his chief guests, all the nobility of Arnor prepared to receive them and in the first row were King Elendil clad in silver plate and mail, upon his brow was a circlet of silver, and in his left hand the sceptre of Annúminas. To his right was Anárion, as he desired to see his family again; Isildur elected to stay in Gondor to begin rebuilding Osgiliath.

While to the left of the Great King were the "Emissaries of the Valar" as well as Lady Írimë, Galadriel and Lord Glorfindel.

Upon meeting, Elendil and Gil-galad embraced as friends. While Elrond and Celebrían perceived Írimë's sickly appearance recognizing that she was dyeing much to their horror.

"Welcome, my lords," Elendil said.

"It has been too long, my friend", replied Gil-Galad.

"Yes... And regrettably, we must reunite through such grim news," Elendil said sadly.

"I'm not afraid not," King Gil-Galad said, looking at the Westerosi, noticing Jon's absence among them, which affirmed the rumours.

"Well, that's enough! Will they keep the rest of us here all day? " Growled King Durin approaching the other monarchs.

Hearing the proud Lord of Khazad-Dûm, the Westerosi merely gawked as this was the first time many of them had laid eyes upon the Moutain fathers.

In the case of the Stark sisters, they were surprised by the appearance of the Dwarves since despite Jon's descriptions and their studies, they thought these peoples would be of similar bearing to Tyrion Lannister, only to realize that it was not the case.

However, when Jon was not there, his curiosity about all the mysteries that still remained to be discovered in Middle Earth had gone away for both sisters; everything had become cloudy and grey.

Despite this, they smiled slightly when they saw the comradery that existed between the three kings.

"Of course not Dúrin," Elendil said.

"Alas, the roads are treacherous, and the storms have been rather queer as if some foul magics have turned nature against us," Durin said grumpily.

"On that, we agree ... That storm was horrible," Gil-Galad said with a sigh.

"Ha, is the pointy-eared elf king scared by some water?" Durin said, chuckling as his companions giggled in hopes of irritating the elves.

As the kings discussed what Jon's death meant and the evils of Sauron, Galadriel and Celebrían embraced each other.

Mother and daughter wept bitterly for Celeborn.

"Mamil," Celebrían said through tears.

"Yelde", Galadriel replied.

"When I received the news from Imladris, I desired to come to see you ... I'm so sorry," said Celebrían crying wildly.

"I know my girl, I know ... What happened to your father was horrible misfortune caused by the sorcery of Sauron," Galadriel said with pain as she remembered Celeborn's repulsive appearance.

"Elrond said nothing of Ada's death, only that he had fallen at the hands of one of the Nazgûl when he came to the aid of Jon Snow," Celebrían said.

"Thank you, Elrond ... Galadriel thought gratefully, looking at Elrond, who nodded as he dare not tell his wife what Khamûl's spear had done to Celeborn.

"We shall avenge him, my daughter, I swear it," Galadriel said, kissing her daughter on the head.

At that time Elendil, Gil-Galad. Elrond, Círdan, and Durin approached Westerosi and Anárion.

"Very well, I informed Gil-Galad and Durin, now my son, I want to do your part, all the Lord of Middle-earth are here... Tell us what happened during the battle, even the death of Jon, "Elendil commanded. Anárion, Loras and Robar glanced at each other and then at Jon's lovers, and all wept as they must remember the day they lost Jon.

"As you command, father .." Anárion said, and so he recounted the tale of the battle.

Loras told them what he knew from Jon's counsel with Aulë and the reforging of Ringil and the warning of the evils of Sauron, who had forged a weapon of terrible power to slay Jon.

Upon hearing that his friend Jon had had the privilege of speaking with Aulë, King Durin and his Dwarves roared in excitement, and their eyes filled with tears.

"Did he truly speak to Mahal?" King Durin asked, regretting Jon's death more than ever.

"Aye, King Durin, I witnessed the power of Ringil with my own eyes," Said Loras, as he told of Jon's battle against the Nazgûl and how the magic of Ringil broke the magics of the ring and released Khamûl from his thralldom.

The three kings and Elrond listened in fascination to the story about Ringil's great power; all three were convinced of one thing.

Sauron wroth would be terrible, and his retribution swift.

"Continue Loras" Elendil demanded.

"Yes, my king", Loras replied, also telling them about the armament that Khamûl carried, a spear and on its blade was traced the Black Speech of Mordor, signifying that the weapon was far more terrible than the Nazgûl who wielded it.

Loras then told them how Jon had tasked them with recovering the spear so that it may be destroyed; alas, even with the aid of the elves of Edhellond, their efforts were for nought, and the spear had vanished.

"That's all, my king," Loras said sadly.

"For Sauron to forged such a weapon is disconcerting," Elrond said with one hand on his chin.

"I cannot imagine the vile sorceries used in the forging of such a weapon," King Durin said with concern.

"Tis more troubling that such a weapon has disappeared", King Gil-Galad replied.

"I agree ... it seems the Men of the East reclaimed the spear and spirited it away to their lands," Elendil said.

"We are of like mind, my king; we searched the entirety of the field, but it was useless," said Robar.

At that moment, Shiera, who had remained silent, decided to finally reveal her plan.

"King Elendil, King Gil-Galad, King Durin. Lord Círdan and Lord Elrond," Shiera said, bowing.

"Well, met Shiera.. it has been many years since we have spoken," Círdan said with a sad smile.

"Greetings Lord Círdan, and indeed years have passed ... It is a pity that our reunion is so bitter," Said the Maiden of the Sea, beginning to weep.

Seeing her love in that state, Ashara embraced Shiera hoping to ease her pain; once Shiera calmed down, she hoped to share her knowledge of the Skinchnagers.

"Hearken to me Great Lord of Middle-earth and my fellow Westerosi ... Since we departed from Isengard I have poured over many tomes of ancient lore, and Jon may yet live ... we may be able to summon him from the Rooms of Command, "Said the beautiful Targaryen bastard before everyone's shocked and surprised gaze.

... Wait a little longer, Jon, my love ... If what I think is true ... Soon you will be in our arms very soon ... Shiera thought, resting her head on the shoulders of an Ashara who was rather shocked.

After Shiera's speech, everyone was astounded, chiefly the lovers of Jon, who commanded an explanation from the Shiera.

King Elendil thought to summon all present to the hall of stars where they may discuss this news away from prying eyes.

When they finally entered the room behind the throne where the Palantirí was kept, King Elendil locked the door and levelled his gaze to Shiera.

"Very good, Shiera Seastar ... Tell me, why do you think Jon is still alive?" Asked the king.

Shiera, feeling penetrating stares from everyone, sighed and took a step to the centre of the room.

"I strongly believe that before his body died ... Jon's soul placed itself in the body of his Wolf. He is undergoing what is known as the" Second Life ", Shiera said.

Many were filled with shock and possibly dread, and in the case of Jon's cousins and Ladies ... Hope and happiness.

The only one who didn't understand what Shiera was talking about was Durin, who put a hand to his beard.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about, young lady .." Said the Lord of Khazan-Dum.

"I will explain later, King Durin…." Lord Elrond said, approaching Shiera.

King Durin grunted at the thought of being the only one in the room to not understand the strange magics of the Westerosi.

"It better be like this.. because if my assumption is true, we don't have time to waste…." Shiera said in a tone of steel.

"It seems to me that you no longer have time ... Jon died, his soul can no longer return to his body ..." Elrond said, remembering what he had learned from the Shapeshifters in Harlond years ago.

"Lady Galadriel placed a spell upon his body so that it would remain while .." Arianne said with tears of joy and excitement in her voice.

Those who understood the concept of Shapeshifter began to feel excited as hope welled up within them.

But Elrond sighed sadly when he understood what would be asked of him.

"I know what you would ask of me, and I fear the consequence; though I possess the skill to heal his body, I know little of the magic of the Skinchangers to think it would succeed ..." Elrond said, looking at Shiera reproachfully.

"What does Lord Elrond mean?" Rhaenys asked, happy to get her love back.

"Yeah, I know nought of these Northern magics ..." Durin growled.

And the Lord of Imladris lamented.

"We the Children of Ilúvatar, both the Elves and the Men, exist in two parts: a" spirit "or" soul "called Fëa that comes from the Secret Fire of Ilúvatar and the second part is a physical body or Hröa that is made of the material to Burn."

"And what of the dwarves?" Durin growled, feeling that his race was being slighted.

Everyone groaned as the pride of the Dwarves was brought forth.

"I am afraid that the exact composition of the Mountain Fathers is only known to Lord Aulë, King Durin; it was not my intention to offend you, but I must explain these magics as I know them; please do not interrupt me," Elrond said sternly.

"Very good Lord of Imladris", Durin mumbled gruffly.

The Westerosi who met Durin in Khazan-Dûm smiled as they realized that the old king had never changed.

"they have a "spirit" or "soul" called a fëa which comes from the Secret Fire of Ilúvatar, and a body or hröa which is made out of the material of Arda. The Elves compared the relationship of hröa and fëa to a House and an Indweller. For this reason, when death (which is the separation of the two) occurred, the fëa was said to be "houseless" or "in exile". Fëar are said to come from beyond the created Universe, directly from Ilúvatar, while hröar are of course begotten by parents. According to the Elves, the fëa is nearly powerless without the hröa, and likewise, the hröa would die without the fëa. Only when they are together are the Children of Ilúvatar complete beings who can take part in the history of the world, for which reason they are called the Incarnates by the Elves.

"But what does that have to do with Jon Lord Elrond?" Sansa asked.

"I'm getting there, my girl, the destiny of us Elves' fate is to live as long as Arda exists; they are bound to the world and cannot leave it. Unlike Men, Elves do not die of disease or of old age. For this reason, their hröar are much more well adapted to the presence of their fëar than Men. Their spirits are in considerably greater control of their bodies. In turn, the Elves' hröar are much more durable than those of Men, and they can heal from wounds that would be fatal to mortals.

"For example, because of the pain," Daenerys said, alarmed, looking at Írimë's decrepit appearance.

"Yes, since fëar are indestructible within the world, while hröar can be broken by the disorders of Arda Marred, "death", which is their separation, is an ever present risk of existence in Middle-earth, even for the Elves. They may be slain or lose the will to live, for instance, because of grief. When an Elf dies, the fëa leaves the hröa, which then "dies" and is reabsorbed into Arda. The fëa is called to the Halls of Mandos, where it is judged. After a time of Waiting, the fëa may be reincarnated into a newborn body that is identical to the previous hröa if allowed by Mandos. It is only by coming to Mandos that an Elvish fëa can hope to be reincarnated, as the Elves do not possess this ability in themselves. Alternatively, a fëa might decide to stay in Mandos until the end of Arda, or it may be denied reincarnation if it had done much evil in life."Elrond concluded.

"Like Fëanor" Said Queen Rhaella.

"Yes, he will never leave the Rooms of Command until the breaking of Arda," Said the Lord of Imladris.

"But Jon is not an elf," Arya said.

"No, The situation of Men is much different from that of the Elves: a Mannish fëa is only a visitor to Arda, and when the hröa (inevitably) dies, the fëa leaves Arda ultimately. This severance of fëa and hröa happens after a short time, especially as the Elves measure it. For this reason, it is said that Men are not bound to the fate of Arda as the Elves are and are released from Time itself. This mode of mortality is called the Gift of Men by the Elves and is a fate unique to them, as you well know. It is important to note that Men themselves, however, rarely view death as a Gift and even have traditions stating that they also possessed immortality until they were corrupted by Morgoth.

What happens to Men after death is unknown to any of the inhabitants of Arda, except perhaps some of the Valar. The Elves said that they went to the Halls of Mandos as well, though without choice in the matter and were there given up to Eru, though this is mere speculation. "Elrond said with his hand on his chin.

"And we cannot remain in this world somehow?" Arya asked.

"That's impossible little one," Lord Círdan said sympathetically.

"Why?" Little Stark asked.

"Because it is Erú's will", Círdan replied.

"It cannot be contradicted", Sansa questioned.

"Precisely," said the Lord of the Gray Havens with a sad smile.

"Some were cursed to stay in Arda. However, the Valar proclaimed to the Elves that eventually, the race of Men would participate in the Second Music of the Ainur, whereas the ultimate fate of the Elves is unknown. Because the fëar of Men must leave the world while the Elves must remain in it until its end, it is said the fates of Men and Elves are sundered., "Elrond said, finishing his lesson.

"We already knew that, but what does that mean for my brother?" Rhaenys asked impatiently.

Elrond merely groaned in sadness though Celebrían sought to comfort her husband, and it appeared to work as the Lord of Imladris smiled.

"Spell or no, Jon's body is scored by many wounds, and healing them will be an arduous task..." Elrond began.

"But you possess the arts to heal, correct?" Írimë said with an anxious expression.

"I am obliged to answer the honestly ... So, yes, but that is not the only quandary", The Lord of Imladris continued.

"What else?" Ashara asked, feeling more and more impatient.

"Due to the nature of fu Fëa, there is no way of knowing if Jon's spirit will return to his body... If what Lady Shiera told us about the" Skinchangers is true ", It is possible that inside Jon, there is nothing left of the man, only a beast," Elrond said calmly.

The latter made Jon's Ladies think about whether what they were trying to do was right; they wished to pull someone from the Rooms of Command, which was not natural ... but a sin of the natural order. But this could be their only chance to see Jon again.

"Please, Lord Elrond .." Heal Jon", pleaded a tearful Sansa.

"My girl ..." Elrond tried to say.

"Please, Elrond", Lady Írimë said with tears in her eyes, clutching his robes with what little strength she possed.

Seeing her in such a mournful and gaunt state, Elrond's will faltered as it was apparent that Lady Írimë was dying of grief, as did her own great-grandmother, Lúthien when her great-grandfather Beren perished for the first time.

Although the two were distantly related and Elrond did not wish the Lady's death, he could not help but think that this would have dire consequences.

Looking for aid, he glanced at the wisest person in the room ... the Lady Galadriel.

The Lady of Edhellond was unusually downcast throughout the conversation; she would have already expressed her opinion on such an important matter, but now she only listened to everything around her with an indifferent expression on her face.

"Mother?" Celebrían asked, confused by her mother's attitude.

"Do it, Elrond ... You must help them", Said the Lady of Light, looking at her son-in-law seriously.

"My Lady, I did not think that you of all people would agree with this ..." The Lord of Imladris said in surprise.

"I ... I am not, but I feel that this will be important for the Ages to come, just that it is not clear to me if it will be for better or for worse," Galadriel said, struggling to control her emotions so that her daughter did not discover the proper intentions.

She would do it herself, but Galadriel knew perfectly well that in the healing arts, Elrond surpassed her considerably.

Finarfin's daughter knew that Elrond's reasons for not agreeing were fitting, but even so, her intuition told her that they must try; they must fight to bring Jon back.

Galadriel had already lost her husband. She couldn't bear to lose Jon, too, even if her love for him wracked her guilt and shame.

Realizing there was no point in further arguing a reluctant, Elrond nodded in defeat.

Jon's body was cleaned and dressed as befits a Prince and placed on a bed of sheets outside the palace with Ghost at his side and several guards watching.

Throughout the night, Elrond, Shiera, and Ashara worked to create Miruvor, the only substance capable of healing Jon's body despite no longer possessing life.

Although Shiera and Ashara could brew their own draught, the Miruvor created by Elrond was much more potent as he possessed far more knowledge of its brewing and distillation.

However, according to Elrond himself, his Miruvor was nothing more than an inferior brew of the original since the original is made with the flowers that grow in the fields of Yavanna in Aman; these plants would not grow outside Valinor, and so the Miruvor of the West was far greater than any they could brew here.

Yet Elrond's Miruvor was the closest in likeness to that mythical substance that could be found in Middle-earth.

It was in a tempered flask; the Miruvor was clear and colourless, with a pleasant fragrance.

"It's ready," Elrond said that despite his doubts, he was pleased with his work.

"Do you think this shall works?" Ashara asked hopefully.

"I don't know, everything is based on the theory that Jon's mind resides in his wolf, and if so, we don't know how much sanity has given way to the savagery of the beast," Elrond said analytically.

"If this doesn't work ..." Ashara began fearfully.

"At least we tried, but I know it will work, I know," Shiera said with tears in her eyes, praying to the Valar to be correct.

The Westerosi Ladies accompanied Elrond to where Jon's body rested, sheltered from the wind and illuminated by the stars, guarded by his faithful Wolf though the Gryphon was nowhere to be seen it had gone hunting.

The Wolf only saw them and did nothing to stop them, which led Elrond and Ashara to believe that Shiera may be right.

The Westerosi Ladies witnessed how the son of Eärendil poured the precious liquid on the wounds, and before their stunned gaze, they saw the colour return to Jon's body and his wounds began to close.

Shiera and Ashara, with a smile, went to check Jon's body and, weeping with joy, they found that he had warmth.

"He's alive .." Ashara said, crying with joy.

"Yes .." Shiera said anxiously, waiting for the moment when her dragon would wake up.

But that moment never came ...

Although Elrond used all his Miruvor, Jon's condition did not wake. In the end, it seemed that the Lord of Imladris was right .. Jon's soul did go to the Rooms of Command.

Realizing that their efforts were in vain, the two maidens howled in misery.

Upon seeing them, Elrond felt compassion for them, and despite wanting to comfort them, he decided that it was best to let them grieve, so he quietly left, leaving Shiera and Ashara to their grief.

Jon's funeral was splendid as a great and fair company had gathered to pay homage to their fallen hero.

Jon's body would be cremated in accordance with the traditions of House Targaryen.

Queen Rhaella allowed nothing else and fiercely defended Jon's ancestry and did so with such fury that none dared to question her.

Arianne and Rhaenys came first, their eyes raw and swollen from grief.

Daenerys and her mother walked arm in arm, their faces wet with tears.

Ashara and Shiera escorted Jon's cousins though none could console them, for they had lost the will to love each wept bitterly for love lost and grim fortune.

And finally, the Ladies Írimë who wept terribly, resembling more a fey than elf and then came Galadriel who fared far better than her niece though knew of her grief they were accompanied by Lords Elrond, Glorfindel and Círdan.

Beside the pyre stood Loras, Robar and Anárion, who wished to bid Jon farewell.

And finally, the kings Elendil, Gil-Galad and Durin, who looked on with melancholy and solemnity as the body of Jon was placed upon the burial pyre.

Warrior, leader, singer, poet, builder, scholar, blacksmith, shipwright and sailor ... It is madness that one so noble as he must be cut down in the flower of youth.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Elendil cleared his voice and welcomed everyone with open arms.

"You have been welcomed to this funeral; this is a horrid time for the enemy has robbed us of a noble soul, one not of this land who travelled through biting foam and oceans long he came to these shores at the whims of the Valar and fought as a true Lord of Westernesse in defence of the free peoples and though his like shall not be seen in these parts and ages again we shall never forget his sacrifice, "Elendil said sadly.

Many of the townspeople shed tears for Jon, chiefly the maidens of Annúminas and his lovers.

"The young lord shall go now to the halls of his fathers where he shall feast and drink eternally," Said the High King of the Dunedain, giving a signal to the men to light the pyre.

When they saw the pile begin to burn, they all each remembered fondly the moments they shared with Jon; they felt that a feeling of great sorrow was consuming them.

The elves who had accompanied them sung a lament for the fallen lord, and their beautiful voices filled all with joy and woe in equal measure.

Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising

he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.

Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;

over death, over dread, over doom lifted

out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.

But then a miracle took place ...

A hundred voices much deeper and more potent than those of the elves began to sing and was heard by all in Annúminas, and the elves stopped their lament, looking for the origin of that majestic melody.

Until they discerned it, it came from Jon's funeral pyre.

The music somehow fanned the flames, and they took on a life of their own, enveloping Jon in a cocoon of fire that then took on various shades of colour. Red, blue, green, yellow, orange, purple. All spinning in the cocoon at the marvelling sight of elves, men, and dwarves.

Having a presentiment of what would happen, the Ladies of Jon tried to run towards the cocoon, but King Elendil ordered them to be held until they learned what befell Jon.

Until finally, the music enlivened all who stood there and filled their hearts with fierce courage.

Galadriel, Gil-Galad, Círdan and Elrond could feel in awe as the sound seeped into their spirits and filled their minds with many wonderous images. His creation and the appearance of his ancestors in Cuivienen, the arrival of men in Hildorien and the creation of the dwarves.

Then the great ones among the Noldor widened their teary eyes with emotion and understood that it was that majestic music.

The music of the Ainur ... The Great Music that gave rise to Eä.

It was there when the music stopped leaving everyone dismayed, and the cocoon of fire with Jon's body inside it exploded, completely illuminating the entire City with a light dazzling that rivalled the star eternal. Faced with such a pure and intense light, everyone present shielded their eyes, lest they be blinded.

Finally, everyone began to open their eyes and saw something extraordinary. The entire city had been covered by nature, trees and flowers burgeoning uncontrollably from the ground, the walls ... Even the air in the city was so pure many thought they sat upon the highest peaks of Arda.

None believed what they saw until a yell was heard and a maiden pointed to Jon's funeral pyre ... And no one uttered a word.

The pyre had been destroyed was covered in ash, that being the only place covered with dust, and the timbers were now one on top of the other, ruining the glorious form that had been given to serve as a bed for Jon's body, in addition, Jon's body was left buried under the burned timbers ... But that was not what terrified them all.

A young woman noticed that the timbers were moving ... when there was nothing but Jon's body underneath.

To the amazement of everyone present, they could see how the blackened timbers began to move until finally they were cast aside.

At first, nobody believed what they saw, but now they could see Jon Snow covered in ash and dust.

Jon's lovers and family began to cry with happiness while their companions thanked Erú for his mercy.

There they realized that Jon was not alone on the pyre.

He bore a stout blue shield upon its face was the device of Finwë, a many rayed sun of gold.

But that was not all ... Gasps and shouts, and soon many bows were strung and axes drawn.

On Jon's shoulder was a very diminutive creature that looked like a serpent with tiny wings and that plaintively looked at everything around it with curiosity.

The elves who saw it noticed that it had bronze scales with greenish-blue highlights and bright green eyes.

If there was any doubt about the creature's identity, it began to choke from the dust, and a tiny bit of fire emerged from its small jaws.

A dragon, Jon, returned from the dead and emerged from the fire and ashes with a dragon.

Though it seemed that this hatchling was not alone as several others crawled from the pyre.

One had scarlet scales and pink membranes on its wings; another was pale blue, with silver markings. It had silver crests and pale blue wings; next came a dragon with gleaming gold scales, which shone like beaten gold in the sunlight, and pale pink wing membranes. Another had golden eyes and silverly golden scales. Then came another this dragon wings were a dark cobalt, while its claws, crest, and belly scales were the colour of bright beaten copper. And finally came a dragon of purest silver.

And all looking confused at what was transpiring around them.

They were dragons ... But the Lord of Middle Earth could feel that they were not the monsters that Morgoth created to defeat the elves but that these tiny creatures were birthed by the will of Erú, there was little doubt in their minds ... Ilúvatar had used his power and authority to grant the dragons a place in his song.

At that moment, Jon left his funeral pyre, seemingly confused by all around him as if he had woken from some strange dream.

In fact, he didn't even seem to notice the little dragons next to him.

Seeing such a great act as the resurrection and the creation of new life, all the citizens, knights and nobles bowed in reverence.

Seeing him, Lady Galadriel uttered "Norgalaben" and lowered her gaze.

It was there that a profound and powerful vision of the future reached her.

Galadriel saw Jon with all his lovers, even herself though they weren't alone.

Along with Arianne Martell were three children, two boys who looked like her and a girl who had blonde hair with grey eyes.

With Rhaenys Targaryen, there were also children, a boy identical to Jon with the same eyes, a girl similar to Rhaenys but with grey eyes, and a silver-blond haired boy with grey eyes.

There was Rhaella with a little girl on her lap who had Jon ebon locks and beautiful amethyst eyes.

With Daenerys Targaryen, there was a boy identical to her and two girls; one had dark hair and the other blonde hair.

With Ashara Dayne, there was a boy and a girl, both with dark hair and violet eyes.

With Shiera Seastar, there was also a silver-blond boy with violet eyes and a silver-haired, grey-eyed girl.

The following Ladies were clearly Jon's cousins.

With Sansa Stark, there were four children, two boys and two girls; the oldest was red-haired with violet eyes just like the youngest boy, but this one had grey eyes, as for the girls, both had dark hair, but one had blue eyes and the other grey eyes.

With Arya Stark, there were three boys, a pair of twins and a girl; the twins were indistinguishable from each other except that one had grey eyes and the other violet as the girl had silver-blonde hair and blue eyes.

But the last two shocked her.

Her aunt Írimë was surrounded by three children, a boy and a girl who had the golden hair of the Vanyar and violet eyes, while she had a baby in her arms with dark hair much like her grandfather Finwë and her cousin Caranthir but with sparkling emerald green eyes.

The last sight made her gasp:

She was with two twin children like her aunt, a boy and a girl both with Jon's hair but with her eyes and finally in her arms, there was a beautiful baby with her golden locks and with grey eyes but not the greys of the Noldor but grey eyes like Arya Stark's.

Galadriel gasped in surprise, putting a hand to her mouth as she gazed upon Jon.

"Could this happen, or will it inevitably occur? ... Galadriel thought with a smile, still grieved for husband, but this had granted her some hope.

The Dark Lord of Mordor was at the time in his forge on Mount Doom; he had been shaping the ring of his former servant.

Khamûl had been released from his thralldom, and his spirit is now resided in the Rooms of Command, although it would do his servant little good as Namo was most unkind to his servants.

But what mattered was that he had lost one of his Nazgûl to Jon Snow's cursed sword; it seemed his old master had decided to mettle in the affairs of men that spiteful fool.

Just thinking of Aulë filled Sauron with anger and resentment as his meddling lost him the Palantirí of Isengard and one of his chiefest servants,

And it seems that Erú acting in the world again ... Just remembering what transpired the last time he did it ... It caused the Dark Lord fear and anguish.

Erú had granted Jon a second life just as he had done with Beren a millennia ago.

With that in mind, he placed the ring in water to cool.

Although all was not lost, the husband of Finarfin's daughter had died at the hands of his spear; with it, the protectors of Middle-earth had lost one of their leaders though it filled him with elation knowing he had caused Galadriel such misery.

That was the sweetest of all; that arrogant and proud elf has been a thorn in his side since the days he bore the name Annatar.

Sauron had not foreseen the power the blood of Morgoth held, but it pleased him all the same; indeed, he was the wisest in the arts of smithing.

But now he has something more on his mind ... Revenge.

He could not defeat them through strength of arms that was apparent, but he could sow the seeds of dissension among the Westerosi just as he had done with High Men of Númenor.

The Valar hoped to spread their influence to the outer lands they would have never called their puppets to Middle-earth otherwise, and they hoped that they would prove worthy to lead those primitive men though they shall not contend with the will of the Lord of Mordor.

He thought maliciously as he gazed upon the ring that had been Khamûl's, of all the nine rings of men; this was now the mightiest.

He just needed a suitable wielder, someone powerful and wise but arrogant and reckless enough to believe that he could wield the ring without reprisal.

The Dark Lord has visited Westeros on numerous occasions, such as during the Dance of the Dragons or the First Blackfire Rebellion, and it has been amusing to observe the barbarism of Westerosi, but still, he has never found anything or anyone worthwhile ... Until now.

He already had a wielder in mind for his ring, someone who could spread the darkness and despoil any designs the Valar might have for those lands ... He merely lacked the proper counsel.

After that, the Dark Lord of Mordor took the form of a dark cloud and, leaving Mount Doom, flew in the direction of the Far East.

Sauron would search Westeros for his own Dragon