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Valinor

The Eight Aratar sat in Máhanaxar taking counsel over the discovery of the Silmaril indeed they had thought to reward Jon for his valiant defence of the free peoples and allowed him to find those treasures of Beleriand though none among their number foresaw the recovery of the Silmaril.

Many turned to Ulmo, hoping their brother would shed light on this dilemma, but the Lord of waters gave none; indeed, he said nothing and sat there deep in thought, knowing this shouldn't have come to pass.

Those sacred gems shall not be recovered many ages hence until the ending of Arda when Fëanor shall shatter the gems and Yavanna will rekindle the light of Telperion and Laurelin.

And yet that young Westerosi, that mortal, accomplished the impossible he shaped the course of a prophecy that defined Arda's fate.

"How could this have happened?" Yavanna asked in amazement.

"This is ... Absurd," Varda said incredulously.

'Námo… what's going on?' said Manwë fiercely.

Seeing the pure light of the sacred gem shining again in the world brought many joyous and happy thoughts when the Two Trees yet lived, shedding their light Aman yet also dark memories of Fëanor and his terrible oath that tore the world asunder.

Námo, for his part, said nothing and extended his sight to see the world to come.

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The Doomsman of the Valar knew many centuries had passed, in the tower of Mindon Eldaliéva, he could see Maglor it seems the last son of Fëanor had spent those many centuries atoning for his aiding the Teleri of Alqualondë in their labours as the humblest of their servants. However, that part of his atonement had concluded, now he must abide in Tirion under the guidance of his uncle Finarfin.

Ere he returned to Aman the elf who seemed to be about to be carried away by death, now seemed ... reborn, he looked anew as the fair and mighty Prince of the Noldor he was before the oath of his father ruined him.

Although many in the Blessed Realm still scorned him for his acts, Maglor gladly accepted it as part of his penance.

After a hard day's work, Maglor sat down, putting his hand inside the breast of his jacket; he pulled out a fine silver pipe and struck a match soon the air of Valinor was filled with many smoke rings though his bliss was disturbed when the heard familiar voices.

To the joy of the bard, those approaching were his uncle Finarfin and his wife Eärwen; beside them were Finrod, Angrod and two people whom Maglor had not seen for many centuries.

His cousin Artanis and his aunt Írimë who were lovelier than he remembered Artanis, wore a gown of shimmering gold and upon her brow was a tiara of silver.

Their aunt wore a scarlet dress, and her hair was crowned by golden flowers; around her neck was a necklace of great beauty shaped to resemble two rearing dragons at its heart sat a remarkable stone of a clear green that flashed like the sun shining through the leaves of spring.

"Certainly the work of a master blacksmith." Maglor thought

"Oh .. are my eyes deceiving me?" Maglor said, crying with happiness when he saw his beloved aunt again, who merely smiled and embraced him.

"It is not a dream, dear nephew, I have finally returned home after being away for two Ages of this world", said his aunt Írimë with affection, but despite her joy, Maglor could perceive her anger.

"Oh ... Praise the Valar for allowing me to see you again," Maglor said, gently pulling away from his kinsman as he now gazed into Artanis' piercing blue eyes.

"Artanis .." Maglor said, imperceptibly troubled to see his cousin in some seven thousand years. She had changed little in that time, still as fair as the rising moon.

"Maglor has been a long time ..." Artanis said with a beautiful smile before embracing him as she would her own brother.

"Yes, it has been many ages," Maglor said, shedding tears of joy knowing his cousin bore him no malice.

"When I learned that the Valar had allowed you to return ... I was pleased to know that you will have the opportunity to atone for your past actions, and now I see in your eyes that the shadow that weighed on you has withered away," Artanis said, smiling radiantly.

"Thank you for your kind words, cousin ..." Maglor said.

At that moment, Finarfin spoke.

"This deserves a celebration ... I also desire to meet my grandchildren and nephews," His uncle said joyfully, but in his eyes, there seemed to be a white light, as if a bitter laughter was in his heart. While his aunt Írimë and Artanis blushed deeply.

"As you wish, father, but they have heard so many legends about Aman and are keen to travel the skies of the Blessed Kingdom," Artanis said, glancing at her father with a nervous smile while he just stared at her grimly.

"I know my daughter, and although I find their mounts fascinating, I hold little love for their father," His uncle said bitterly.

"I know the customs of his people are queer, Yet I love him father, so while he is here, I ask you to be courteous," Artanis said.

"A mortal, Artanis married a mortal and bore him children", Maglor thought in bewilderment to learn that there was another union of elves and men.

"Artanis ..." Said Eärwen, and though her voice was soft, she cold now and perilous.

"I'm of a mind with Artanis, dear brother, dear sister you know plainly the love we hold for him, and you would do well not to forget it," Said Írimë bitterly.

Maglor, Finrod and Angrod, for their part, said nothing and merely wished to leave.

His uncle Finarfin said nothing for a few moments and just sighed before he nodded, annoyed.

"Now listen to me both; the last word has not been spoken on this matter yet; we shan't speak of it so as not to overshadow the joy of your return, my daughter. Now I believe you wanted to talk to Maglor; we will leave you to do it, but you must know that my mother and Findis wish to see them as well, and when they arrive, we shall discuss this mortal," Finarfin said icely ere departing with Eärwen following swiftly behind.

For a moment, a shadow of fear crossed the faces of Artanis and Írimë.

Despite his nobility and wisdom, his uncle Finarfin was furious, which was queer since he always had a cheerful and calm character.

"A mortal," Fëanor's last son swiftly ascertained.

His cousin had taken a second husband after Celeborn's death in the Second Age though none among them had thought it was one of the secondborn.

"Who was Artanis' second husband? He knew that his aunt had wed Jon many centuries ago, but he had heard little news of Galadriel during his stay here.

 "It seems that Artanis husband has roused the ire of my uncle but what slight could cause him to hold such scorn? He had known Artanis since childhood, and she was never one to give her love lightly," Maglor thought.

Artanis ignored his uncles' ire before turning to him expectantly.

"Do you wish to speak with me, Artanis?" Maglor asked, confused.

"That's right, cousin. I know we may speak after the celebration, but I fear we must do this swiftly while I yet have the strength to part with it," Artanis said with some pity, and her darkened countenance filled his heart with despair.

"Artanis, Írimë, what is it?" Maglor asked concerned.

"Dear cousin, we come bearing a gift," Galadriel said, holding out a beautiful strongbox of shimmering onyx set with many rubies that resembled a many-headed dragon.

Maglor was astonished by the fine craftsmanship of that box ... Whatever is in that box, Aulë himself or one of his most capable apprentices went to great lengths to create something worthy to contain it.

But it was at the moment that his cousin opened that exquisite work of goldsmithing, Maglor recoiled as he was dazzled by pure light.

A light he remembered too well.

There rested a Carcanet of gold, and set therein were many gems. It was was like to twin wolves, whose eyes were emeralds and seemed to shine with the radiance of a flame though he cared little for the wolves, for clenched in their fangs of diamond was a gem.

A sparkling gem of silver that shone with the brilliance of the stars.

One of the Silmarils, one of his father's gems ... It was in front of him after thousands of years ... And not just anyone, but he felt in his heart that it was the same Silmaril that he had thrown into the great sea.

"A Silmaril… How?" Maglor asked in a whisper that couldn't be told whether it was horror or emotion.

"Jon", His aunt Írimë answered with a sad smile and shedding tears.

"Jon?" Maglor asked, bewildered.

"Jon recovered this Silmaril from the Sea of Rhûn half a century before the Last Alliance was founded", Artanis said wistfully. 

After recovering the Gem, Jon strung it upon this necklace and gave it to me as our wedding gift.

As he gazed at the gem, Maglor could feel the dull ache in his hand where the jewel had scorned him, and he knew this was the jewel he had cast into the great ocean lo those many centuries ago. For a moment, Maglor felt his father's oath weighing on his spirit and then Artanis placed the box in his hand.

"Artanis?" Maglor asked in surprise.

"Now that we have returned to Valinor, the Silmaril will be safe until Arda ends, so I have no reason to keep it. As the last son of Fëanor, it belongs to you", Artanis said with sadness in her voice.

At that moment, he felt as if a great weight was lifted from his soul and the world was fairer for it. He felt wholly at peace.

"I am free ... I am finally free," Maglor thought, shedding tears of joy as the oath that had burdened him for lo these many ages was settled.

"Thank you, cousin ... But I fear it's too early for you to part with this gem," Maglor said smiling and handed the Silmaril back to Galadriel.

"Maglor ..." Artanis said with a surprised expression on her face.

"But your Oath ..." Said Írimë.

"I have fulfilled it ... I have retrieved one of my father's Silmarils, and as its rightful possessor, I think it best that it should remain in your keeping for a while longer," Maglor said, shedding tears knowing he had found true peace.

"Now ... If you both don't mind before we join my uncle and aunt ... Artanis, cousin please tell me about your sons and daughters and who their father was ... Because it seems that uncle Finarfin and aunt Earwën do not have him in high esteem, "Maglor asked curious to know who was the second husband of his cousin.

But to his surprise, Artanis and Írimë said nothing, yet both became notably flushed and stared at the ground as if hoping it would swallow them.

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At that moment, the vision abruptly ended, and finally, Nàmo opened his shadowed eyes, and the Valar saw his countenance was one of surprise.

The Doomsman said nought for several moments as if the song of Lúthien had ensnared him then, at last, he spoke.

"My vision has changed", The Valar said in a tone that indicated that he did not believe it himself.

"Did your prophecy truly change, brother?" Ulmo asked in amazement.

"Yes, before that young man from Westeros came to Middle Earth in my vision, I saw the Silmarils shall be recovered out of Air and Earth and Sea; for Eärendil shall descend and surrender that flame which he hath had in keeping. Then Fëanor shall take the Three Jewels and bear them to Yavanna Palúrien, and she will break them and with their fire rekindle the Two Trees, and a great light shall come forth. And the mountains of Valinor shall be levelled so that the light shall go out over all the world," Namo said before mastering his sight again.

"What shifted?" Manwë asked solemnly.

"It seems now Artanis shall have it in her keeping for many ages of men, and upon her return to Valinor, she shall grant it to Maglor though it seems the son of Fëanor shall refuse it and thus a Silmaril freely given will shine with the radiance of the Two Trees" ... But this shall not happen till many centuries hereafter, after the final defeat of Morgoth's lieutenant," Namo said solemnly, returning to his dispassionate appearance.

Yet his words stunned the rest of the Valar.

Did Baelon Targaryen alter a prophecy?

Those were the thoughts of the "Powers of the World" before the extraordinary event that just happened under their noses ... And they could not foresee it.

Manwë, Ulmo and Aulë said nothing, for they felt great anguish that Jon should find one of those accursed gems the Silmarils provoked horrible greed in all who beheld them and caused miseries unnumbered.

And now their young emissary had recovered one of those gems.

Ulmo and Aulë were particularly dismayed as they had both followed Jon's skill in the art of sailing and the forge.

Both Valar had come to appreciate and acknowledge Jon's skill to the point where both Powers have come to graciously compete, often wagering, which Jon had loved more.

None of them knew what to make of it though none of their number thought those gems should see the light of day.

They did not desire Jon to share the same ruinous fate as his ancestor Thingol; with this in mind, Manwë made his decision.

"We must reclaim the Silmaril ... It cannot be in the hands of Jon nor any other I shall summon Eönwë to go to Middle-earth to speak on my behalf and request Jon to deliver the Silmaril to us," Manwë said solemnly.

"But… And what about Námo's words? Artanis will return the Silmaril to Valinor eventually," Nienna asked, worried about what could happen.

"I know, but it seems we know little on the matter, we must find out how he contrived to alter the prophecy, but for now that Silmaril must return to Aman, we must not let him provoke betrayals among the Free Peoples like those of the First Age less so with Sauron preparing for war, "Manwë said concerned.

"Are you sure about it, brother?" Ulmo asked suddenly.

"What do you propose, Ulmo?" Manwë asked.

"My King, Jon ... He just did something perilous but extraordinary, altering a prophecy that defined Arda's destiny, an unimaginable act for a mortal unless our father gave him leave to alter it, "Ulmo said solemnly while the other Valar pondered it.

Since Erú had returned the dragons of old to Jon, they had thought their father wouldn't deign to interfere in this age again though it seems they were wrong.

"Tis foolish why would the Highest One take such a keen interest in a mortal?" Óromë asked incredulously.

"It was no by our hand that this transpired Oromë. None in this ring is responsible for the reappearance of the Silmaril; certainly, this is the work of the highest," Ulmo said, gazing at the Lord of the hunt.

It was then Tulkas spoke, "That boy is no longer a mere mortal Oromë. Have you forgotten he is akin to those beasts you hold such love for?"

That was a bitter blow for them since they had not anticipated that Jon's loved ones, helpless to overcome their pain, committed an affront against the natural order and hoped to remove Jon's soul from the Rooms of Command.

And the regrettable matter is that people as wise as Lalwen and Artanis agreed to commit such an outrage on the natural order for Jon's sake.

But he had returned much fiercer than a common elf indeed; Jon was more akin to his ancestor Túrin in countenance than any prince who came after him.

Alas, when the bloodlust mastered Jon, he became akin to a beast not unlike the horrid Westerosi Námo passed to Oromë. Since his death, Ramsay Bolton had become the favourite toy of Huan and his kin; since his arrival in the Halls of Mandos, Huan hunted him with savage glee, often running the bastard down and allowing his brothers to rip the monstrous boy asunder.

Though this shall not endure as his Fëa must depart Arda eventually like all mortals, but it seems that Erú is not very interested in calling him yet; hence Ramsay will stay with Oromë until the Father of all deems him ready.

For his part, Manwë had sought the advice of Ilúvatar to be able to find out what had happened to Jon and the All-Father spoke of the queer magic of the skinchangers and since a portion of Jon's soul now dwelt in the wolf and nothing could be done unless they slay the animal.

 It was a great tragedy that weighed upon the Valar's minds as they feared that Jon's nobility would fade with time, although fortunately, this does not seem to be the case.

Námo, for his part, desired to punish all of Jon's love as well as the son of Eärendil for their imprudence, but Yavanna stayed his hand.

"That boy has become strong and tall and valiant and has lore and skill no less than the princes of the Edain, ere ruin came upon the North. Though he is also fiery of heart and often arouses the ire of his lady loves, so perhaps he is far more foolish than we assume," Aulë said wearily, kenning that the boy was still ignorant in the ways of women.

"And yet you have come to favour him as much as Ulmo and our King, my Husband," Yavanna said playfully while Aulë merely grumbled.

"Aye, the boy took to the forge as a fish takes to water", Said Aulë with satisfaction, knowing that Jon had come far in the arts of working metals and stone; perhaps he should summon Enerdhil and tell him the fate of his diaries.

But he had little chance to muse as Ulmo fixed him with a glare, and the Valar lamented save Tulkas, who laughed so thunderously that the whole palace shook.

For all knew that Aulë and Ulmo had begun a rivalry in regards to Jon.

Ulmo contends that Jon prefers the seas to the forges while Aulë insists on the reverse, and many a night, the two strove in words of powers, but Manwë grew weary of their bickering and bid them stop before declaring Jon shall reconcile his domains and arts so that they would cease quarrelling.

To achieve this, the Lord of the Waters created the pearl so that Jon will use his knowledge to forge something of utter beauty and seal the friendship of the earth and sea.

That is why Ulmo created and sent the pearl to the bottom of the Sea of Rhûn when he sensed Jon's presence in that place, seeking the treasure of those infamous pirates who plundered Beleriand ere the age began.

And yet, they had never foreseen that the boy would find a Silmaril in that place. With that, Manwë rose from his throne and left the Ring of Judgment in silence.

All the Valar remained ready to wait in their places in silence as their King was about to do something he often does.

Seek Ilúvatar's advice.

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Great Sea of Rhûn

Jon and Galadriel remained spellbound by the beauty of the gem, and then he looked to the heavens where sat the Gil-Estel, and in the cloudless night, it shone alone, for no other star could stand beside it save for the star that rested in that box.

What did this mean? How could he find a Silmaril in this place? Was it according to the will of the Valar? How did those pirates retrieve it?

"And now we have many more questions and fewer answers still," Jon thought taciturnly.

"Jon…" Galadriel whispered fearfully.

And how could she not feel despair? That gem had caused untold misery to all who beheld them, and she dreaded her beloved wolf would be ravaged by greed.

Yet it seems that she again disparaged Jon, for he simply tucked the jewel back into the blankets.

Jon said nothing for a few moments, gazing at Gil-Estel with a yearning seldom seen among the Secondborn, then, at last, he spoke though his voice seemed sonorous and mighty like the crashing of the waves," I have few words to describe the beauty of this gem, long ago ere I came to these shores Lord Ulmo revealed to me these glories of Arda long thought lost, and now one sits before me filling me with a longing for the sea."

"This was a glorious gift that we found my Star of the West", Jon said with a wolfish smile before kissing her greedily, who returned his passion in kind.

"Jon… You are wonderful," Galadriel said heartily when she saw his eyes held no yearning for the gem.

"I know your fear, Galadriel, for it grips my heart as well, and I shall not repeat the mistake of our family. It would be discerning to conceal our discovery until we return to the West," Jon said sternly.

"I agree ... But it is your discovery, my love ... It shall be you who determines the fate of my uncle's creation as you braved the depths to retrieve it," Galadriel replied, caressing his face tenderly, but Jon could sense her fear.

After a brief moment, they took stock of their hardwon treasures, Enerdhil's books, Maeglin's sword, the dragon helm and finally, the pearl of Ulmo.

It could scarcely be compared to the Silmaril's beauty, but he held it in greater reverence as it came from Ulmo himself.

Jon placed the pearl in his right pocket, returned the treasure to their respective boxes, and followed Galadriel to their shared cabin, eager to rest and discuss the fate of these treasures.

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The following day Jon told Magni and his Dwarves of his sortie into the sea as well as the music of the Ulumúri, but upon seeing the treasure, he had recovered, they stamped and cheered in reverence.

And while Magni and his kin thought highly of the Dragon Helm and the diaries of Enerdhil, they were most keenly interested in the pearl of Ulmo. It was commonly known the Dwarves bore no love for Ulmo nor the sea and rarely worked with pearls as they had no way of obtaining good quality ones save by trading with the Elves, so to look upon one of such beauty was a rare gift indeed.

At first, Jon was worried the discovery of these ancient treasures would rouse the envy of the Dwarves, and indeed some of the company eyed him warily as if debating whether they could seize the treasure, but those fell thoughts were silenced when Magni spoke.

"I do not profess to understand the Will of the Powers of the World, but clearly they have a keen interest in you, Jon, I will not interfere in their designs, you may claim whatever your heart desires though I ask you leave what you can so that I may establish my Kingdom in good order, "said Magni making a sign of affirmation and thanks.

Although some Dwarves were not happy, they had no desire to shame their Lord nor arouse the ire of the Valar.

"It seems Magni shall be a wise and just King," Jon thought in admiration.

"I think the same, my beloved wolf," Galadriel agreed.

"Now, let us make haste to the port. I have seen enough of these waters to last seven lifetimes," Magni said wearily.

"Indeed, I am eager to return to Arnor and share my good fortune with Loras and the others", Jon thought cheerfully.

At that moment, Jon's thoughts turned to the sword Anguirel.

When he grasped the sword, he felt its malice. As if the dark heart of the smith still dwelt within. It will not love the hand it serves, but he knew the blade was not meant for his hand.

No, his heart told him that the black sword was destined for another, although he sensed that this person would not appear till many years hence and he must bear the blade till then.

When Jon thought about it, green fields came to mind with golden roses on the ground glistening in the sunlight.

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Throughout the remainder of the journey, Jon sojourned in his room with Galadriel admiring their new gifts. He would soon send a messenger to Elendil and tell the King what had happened, yet he desired to retreat to Khazad-dûm for a while longer and learn all he could of Enerdhil, and then he would return to Annúminas though he knew this would arouse the ire of Elendil and his loves, he must or shall not have the heart to leave.

"And I must settle my debts to King Durin if I wish to claim that Axe for Rhaenys", Jon amused.

Though the Silmaril must remain hidden until they have departed the Eastern Lands and upon their return to Annúminas, Jon would summon the Lords of Middle-Earth to decide the fate of the jewel.

He had endeavoured to claim the Dragon Helm as his own, for it had belonged to Húrin, who was kin to his ancestor Huor and he rightfully felt by blood and effort the Helm was his.

However, the fate of Enerdhil's books was the most complicated.

Having been written in Gondolin, Jon felt that they should remain with Elrond as the Lord of Imladris would cherish something that came from his father's home.

The dilemma was most queer as the books themselves were part of the dwarves share of the treasure, and they wouldn't willingly part with such rare knowledge.

Smithing techniques long thought lost when Beleriand fell beneath the waves were now within his grasp, yet he had no desire to quarrel with the Dwarves.

Jon hadn't been able to stop reading them since they started the journey back to Dorwinion; they were written in Exilic Quenya, a mode of Quenya spoken by Noldorin exiles who left Aman in the First Age.

And fortunately, Jon spoke and understood them perfectly because of his time in the Gray Havens.

The first book was a book of memories written by Enerdhil, mayhap at the time that Maeglin arrived in Gondolin; in the book, the blacksmith wrote a detailed account of his life from his days as a student of Mahtan it seems the young elf grew so mighty in his craft that Aulë himself held him in high regard.

However, in his memoir, Enerdhil also related that he met Fëanor as a fellow student for a time and the greatest of the Noldorian Princes did not endear himself to him due to his fierce temperament and undue pride, although Enerdhil was astonished by the unmatched talent that Fëanor demonstrated in the arts of forging, surpassing Mahtan himself after only a year.

However, there was much more than just Enerdhil's journies; it also had told of the very techniques that Jon had wished to learn for many years.

The mastery of Magic and how to use it in forging.

After that, Jon closed the book he pondered what he knew regarding magic in Westeros and Middle-earth.

According to the Masters of Westeros, magic is a supernatural force in the known world. However, it is rare enough that many doubt its effectiveness or even its existence, particularly in the Citadel, where it is known as the Higher Mysteries.

Magic is a little-understood force in the world, outside of Middle Earth; it is so weak that its understanding lives only in superstition and rituals.

According to Shiera, magic remains a powerful force in Qarth, the sorcerers of the House of the Eternals possess great powers, and during her captivity, his beloved dragon was forced to learn many spells of great and terrible power.

Although in Middle-earth and in Aman, the situation is very different, to begin with, they understand magic in a completely different way than Westerosi and the men of Qarth.

According to the teachings that Aulë and Mahtan gave to Enerdhil, magic in Middle Earth is not wholly determined by the Eldar for them, magic was not something unique or different from the natural world, just a part of it that was not immediately visible, leading to more common categorization of things as Seen or Unseen.

Furthermore, although the Eldar of Aman know the powers of the Ainur and were even instructed by them, the Elves did not understand the concept of magic as used by mortals.

According to Enerdhil, Their bodies and spirits worked in harmony, and creation came naturally to them.

Jon at that moment opened the book and saw at the end of a page with an inscription in elvish:

"The Fëa was designed above all to do things in cooperation with the Hröa."

That aroused his curiosity, especially regarding the Silmaril; it was said that Fëanor had somehow used a part of his spirit to create his jewels, which is why those gems could not be forged anew.

"Does that mean that the magic of oneself arises from his Fëa?" Jon wondered, meditating on the text but decided to read further.

The Elves were taught arts and crafts by the Valar in Valinor and put dedication and love in everything they wrought. They were deeply connected to the things they made

"The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the sea", Jon read in the pages.

"Yes, that's true," Jon thought, amused.

Though he remembered how some simpler artefacts made by the elves seemed to have magic, such as the river-boats of the Galadhrim and the elven ropes, which seemed to have wills of their own.

Although there was also the Enchanted River of the Great Greenwood, which was bewitched to make people fall asleep and dream deeply.

Jon knew that Elves possessed skill with healing and medicine. Though it was natural to them, those who healed often chose not to fight, except at need, to preserve their talent.

"Because we Eldar consider that death ... diminishes the power to heal", As Lord Elrond told him in one of his lessons on Imladris.

Elven minstrels, like Finrod Felagund, also had power in their songs. Finrod strove against Sauron in song and made great progress, but he was overpowered with a dire chant.

One of his ancestors, Lúthien Tinuviel, was half Maia, and she was able to use enchantments stronger than a common elf to disguise herself and Beren, too; she captivated Morgoth with her songs and dances though the Great Enemy was greatly diminished.

Reflecting on the Eldar's feats of magical power, Jon turned to the book's final page and noticed another handwritten entry from Enerdhil.

"Many Eldar mistakenly believe that what mortals call magic is a strange concept and a fantastic word just to give names to events that they don't understand, and that is true to a certain extent mainly because of mortals' skill in magic healing and craftsmanship is inferior, however, the Eldar are mightier in spirit than those of the Secondborn and therefore without proposing, we sometimes impregnate with the objects without proposing it or without even knowing it. The more powerful the Fëa of the most powerful firstborn will be the object, and if the spirit is too powerful, it can grant powers, especially those created by its own hand.

"But there is a great risk ... If one of the Firstborn wishes to create beautiful objects and his Fëa is not strong enough, there will undoubtedly be terrible influences on the Hroa such that their Hroa will be extinguished.

That reminded Jon of the teachings of Shiera when she was instructing him on the lore of the skinchangers and told him of her time in the House of Eternals.

According to Shiera, these witches were horrible men and women both in personality and physical appearance, mere wretches with pale skin and pale blue lips, from drinking some concoction called shade-of-the-evening many times, in pursuit of ever-greater knowledge. While the Undying ones were ripe violet blue, their nails so blue as to appear black, and even the whites of their eyes are blue.

The Warlocks of Qarth seemed to Jon akin to the wraiths, but when his beloved Shiera described what they did to her when they held her prisoner Jon knew they were far crueller, and he felt the desire to burn Qarth to ashes and use their flayed corpses as his battle- standard.

According to Shiera, the Warlocks once possessed great power but did little in the last century after they captured her; their power and prestige have diminished over the years. Thus, turning them into charlatans but dangerous charlatans in the eyes of all.

"It seems those fools have lost their mastery of the Arcane if they ever had it in the first place," Jon thought.

However, Shiera herself had shown magic as when they met her, she conjured a fire that drove those pirates away, her silver dragon had learned many of the dark arts of the Qarth witches when they held her captive, although they could not explain how and were fiercely jealous as her talents grew and theirs withered.

"I'm certain her Numenorean, and Valyrian ancestry has gifted her with a greater talent for spellcraft," Jon thought, remembering his beloved with pride.

However, Shiera had known more many ages that the use of her magic was poor; even the conjuring of a single spell left her weary for many days at a time, and so she must use it only in direst need.

There is also the so-called Dwarven magic. The constructions of Dwarves had properties which might be seen as magical. Such as the might of the Dragon Helm or the Doors of Durin, which opened by themselves upon saying the word Mellon, without visible aid, Jon had learned long ago that the Dwarves carve all their best work with runes to grant them mighty boons.

Jon was sure that the Dwarves did not possess like that of the elves or if they do they do not have as much magic as that of the Firstborn indeed their Fëa are not as powerful as they do not live eternally, but now Jon had understood that They can use their knowledge of the Runes to impregnate with a portion of their spirit into their most beloved creations.

That is the way in which the Dwarves take advantage of their magic, and now, thanks to the notes of Enerdhil, Jon had finally discovered the secret of those formidable blacksmiths.

"Runes are an approach used by the most potent Dwarves to use their Fëa and endow their best creations with remarkable abilities ... Just as Lord Aulë did with Ringil," Jon thought excitedly, recalling his meeting with the Blacksmith of the Valar.

After that, Jon finally closed the book and pondered what he had learned.

Unlike Westeros, whose inhabitants considered magic as something unnatural, in Middle-Earth the elves consider it as part of the world, which can be influenced by anyone with sufficient knowledge without being something supernatural. However, the Fëa also plays a vital purpose in this; the use of the Fëa is essential to carry out magical feats of great power.

He desired to smoke a little and ponder what he learned, but he thought it better to read the second book, which, in his opinion, was far more interesting.

Unlike the first book, this one was much thicker, and its pages were better cared for than the previous one, but unlike the first book, which was a diary on magic and its uses, the second was a book revealing techniques of the forging of runes.

"It seems I was right," Jon thought, proudly knowing his assumptions were proven right.

The books contained many things, such as the fashioning of glittering mail that shone with the radiance of the moon. The forging of the stoutest shields even the long-forgotten arts of fashioning swords that glowed bright as blue flame when Orcs drew near all the things he had desired to know for many years now lay before him, but the queerest entry was at the bottom telling of the process to forge Mithril and gold to fashion a metal that glows as the sun.

The latter grabbed Jon's interest; he knew that Mithril was coveted by the Dwarves and Elves for its extraordinary strength and beauty; however, Mithril could not be blended with another metal, at least not without losing its pearl glow, Ghal-Maraz was proof of this as though the hammer was wrought of silvered-steel it was wholly golden.

But it seems that Enerdhil was so mighty in the arts of smithing he could bond the metal to whichever he found most agreeable and fashion things of true beauty.

He had no desire to further the enmity between Elves and Dwarves, so Jon thought it prudent to return to Khazad-Dûm and share these lost arts with the Dwarves and then leave the books in Elrond's keeping as a pledge of goodwill between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days.

"My loves and King Elendil, They will make me suffer when I return ... But this is necessary, I am certain that this knowledge was entrusted to me for a purpose," Jon thought, starting to read the book of techniques were to his joy, he discovered that in addition to forging techniques, Enerdhil wrote many things on the mastery of Ósanwe in regards forging.

"Wonderful," Jon thought with happiness, knowing that he had the first step towards mastering the arts of the mind in his hands.

Yes, Jon will return those books to Elrond ... But first, he will learn all he can from them.

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Finally, after a fortnight of travel, Jon and Galadriel returned to Caras Sant, where they were greeted by a great press of fair people in raiment of many colours and garlands of flowers while Vhagar tarried outside the walls tended to by a throng of servants.

As soon as the dragon perceived her rider, Jon discerned that she was glad to see him, put him in good cheer, but Jon knew she was hoping for her reward as well.

"Vhagar, you will receive your prize when we return to Khazad-dûm, but for the moment return there, the wood elves are less patient than their kin in Imladris, seeing you could cause terror", Jon said, and she snorted in displeasure.

Jon just averted his eyes at the annoyance of Vhagar, who just grunted and spewed soot at him, causing him to choke and sputter.

"Damnable worm," Jon stammered, and the giant dragon unfurled her wings and lanced herself skyward, taking great care that the force of her departure bowled him over.

"We shall meet again soon, Vhagar," Jon said in sadness as she was dear to him just as the Gryphon and Ghost are.

Ghost a companion he missed dearly, even more so than Vhagar, the great wolf was often abroad in the lands of Arnor, keeping the northern borders in good order, and if he wasn't roaming the woods, he was rearing his pups.

Jon had neglected his friend for a long count of years; mayhaps when he returns, he should spend more time with him.

Magni, for his part, fulfilled his obligation by proffering Governor Hawain two chests filled with gold and jewels from Valinor, a kingly gift indeed.

Likewise, the human sailors were paid for their services but only to those who accompanied them until the end of the adventure, something that many did not think was right, but they did not dare to protest after hearing everything that had to be done to reclaim the treasure.

Jon and Galadriel, for their part, again enjoyed the delicious wines of the City although to the amusement of the beautiful elf, he was incapable of getting drunk; however, Jon had won the admiration of the Vinter Court went Magni recounted the tale of how he had recovered the treasure by that great abyss.

When the peoples of Caras Sant discovered that the Lord of the Waters granted him a great pearl, they were amazed and thought to introduce Jon to their daughters, but Galadriel deigned not to leave his side under her cold gaze, many recoiled in fear.

The wild wolf was hers and hers alone.

"At least until my beloved wolf returns to Annúminas", Galadriel thought bitterly. She had no wish to be parted from Jon. Still, she must tend to her lands in the South as she had not ventured to Edhellond since Celeborn's passing and though the wound was fresh, she had a duty to her people, when all was in order then she will decide her subsequent travels whether returning to Imladris to be with Celebrian or to dwell in Annúminas with Jon.

Although in her heart, the Daughter of Finarfin knew that she would never be parted from her beloved wolf again, it seems Jon spoke truly those women of the house of Finwë were jealous, wrathful maidens.

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After a few days of rest, they were ready to depart Caras Sant ladened with many casks of fine wine and other goods let it never be said that Hawain the fair wasn't generous to his friends.

"May you have luck in your journey and return safely to your homes", Said the Regent bowing to Jon and Galadriel.

"Be well, Governor, may the Valar give you the strength and wisdom to guide your people in the days to come," Galadriel said with a slight bow.

"I thank you for your well wishes Regent and name you friend of Arnor so long as our kingdoms endure," Jon said before embracing the man as a brother.

"And you Lord Magni, may your coffers be ever filled with gold and your people in good cheer," Hawain said smiling, and Magni nodded gratefully.

With that, the march began; a great horde of caravans filled with many hard-won prizes, Jon and Galadriel accompanied the Silvan. While Magni and the dwarves went southwards towards Lórien and hoped to meet their kindred at the Eastern Gate.

A terribly long and tiring arrangement, but there was no remedy if they did not want to risk losing a part of their treasure since Silvan had a liking for treasure, especially for silver and white gems, and though their hoard was rich, they were eager for more.

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During the weeks that followed, Jon steadily read Enerdhil's two books, taking notes even transcribing entries on the many forging techniques and the use of Runes as a point of focus for handling the Power him Fëa, Jon having even memorized many of the forging techniques from the second book, now he only needed a forge to put them to the test.

"Maybe I can borrow Orophers forge, hoping he has one", Jon thought though he wasn't certain as the Silvan cared little for metalworking, yet he perceived a shadow over the Wood-elves and feared tragedy awaited them should the envy of their Western kin fester in their hearts.

He knew that it would be practice that would grant him mastery not reading, though the great smith warned that to use such magics in forging could be deadly to ones Fëa, especially if the spirit wasn't mightier than the object being forged this is why no men could forge weapons the likes of Orcrist or Anguirel.

There was undoubtedly danger, but Jon was eager to know the limits of his talents.

However, the journey wasn't pleasant as he was parted from his beloved Galadriel, which was an agony greater than any endured on this earth still they hadn't wished to arouse the suspicions of their Silvan companions.

Yet it brought back many happy memories of their journey since, in the own words of his beloved, she had never cared much for the arts of Aulë for it although she was his apprentice for a short time though she was never skilled with the hammer rather she became an eager and shrewd apprentice to Yavanna and later to Melian.

However, when she saw him studying those books with such eagerness, Galadriel thought it amusing to hide the books.

It served to the shame of the young Targaryen who had then accepted that despite her great prudence and wisdom, Galadriel has a spirited and humorous side, and it seemed he was her desired target.

Despite this, Jon was delighted to see once again the deep bond of love that binds him to the Lady of Light.

With this in mind, he returned to his studies as he had to learn all he could from those books as swiftly as needed.

As well as preparing a justification for his King as to why he revealed Vhagar to the Easterlings and to soothe the anger of his loves.

"Quite an odyssey of acts to perform an,d despite the long life I have I feel as if time is not enough," Jon thought in dismay.

"I need a rest ... A very long rest", Jon thought wearily, before closing the book and returning to his warm bed where he fell into a blissful sleep.

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Finally, after just over a month of travel, Jon, Galadriel, and their escorts returned to the Greenwood with many of the Woodland guard guffawing at the sheer quantities of wine they carried, even more so when they discovered it was solely for Durin.

"I daresay the old Dwarf shall hope for a rematch when I return to his halls," Jon thought joyously.

"What are you thinking of, beloved?" Galadriel communicated suddenly when she saw him smile as if he were plotting something.

"I'm merely thinking of Durin's joy once he sees the reserve of wine we brought him", Jon thought, and Galadriel chuckled.

"Ah yes, you are right, my wolf surely King Durin will want to challenge you to another drinking contest", Galadriel rejoined, amused.

Jon laughed. "Indeed, you're right, beloved though I fear I won't get much enjoyment out of it".

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Soon the Fortress of Amon Lanc came into view, and all were gladdened by it for half the journey had ended, and many among them were eager for a warm hearth and stout wine, Jon, especially as the ordeal in Dorwinion, was enough excitement to last a lifetime or several depending on those in question.

Upon reaching the great oaken gates, they were greeted by a small retinue of courtiers, among whom was Prince Thranduil himself dressed in a green robe adorned with roses, and his oak sceptre bore a wreathe of wildflowers, upon seeing them, the Prince of the Greenwood bowed low and welcomed them.

"Welcome, Galadriel and Jon Herenlounga. I am glad to see your journey was a safe one," The Prince said formally.

Jon and Galadriel felt that he was sincere and smiled.

"Well met Prince Thranduil, we have journeyed over range and river through wide plains and deep waters, but our journies proved fruitful thank the Valar", Galadriel replied courteously.

"Indeed, it seems you partook in the queerest sort of adventures", The Prince said, glancing at the caravan that followed them.

"Certainly, our tale is worthy of song and verse, but I prefer to speak of it once we are inside as I have a request for your father," Jon said solemnly to the curiosity of all the elves.

Thranduil looked at him for a moment before speaking, "A request?".

"If it is not an inconvenience, I wish to use the Forges of Amon Lanc," Jon replied earnestly, and Thranduil said nothing, merely peering into his eyes as if the Woodland prince hoped to discover some treachery.

"Very well, come inside. My father is eager to hear of your journies, and we shall see if he will grant your request now come along; the servants will take care of the wine," Thranduil said, beckoning for the doors to be opened.

"Thank you, Prince Thranduil," Galadriel said, looking at Jon sternly.

"What are you up to, Jon?"Asked the Lady of Light.

Jon merely smiled. "You will have to wait and see my beloved star."

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After walking through the winding wooden halls once more, they entered the throne room of Oropher; it had changed little though it seems many of his kindred had made the journey north as there were few guards.

"Father, our caravan has returned along with Jon and Galadriel," Prince Thranduil said, kneeling before his father.

"I know, my son ... Lady Galadriel, Baelon Targaryen ... Welcome once again to my Kingdom and my Court. I hope your time in Dorwinion has been pleasant and your journey fruitful," Said the Lord of the Greenwood with a smile.

While Jon and Galadriel bowed before the oaken throne.

"Greetings, King Oropher ... Yes, indeed, our trip was fruitful," Jon said with a smile.

"From what my spies have told me, you have brought a great deal of wine," King Oropher said with a smile while Jon simply reddened.

"It was a request from King Durin ... He gave me ample gold to empty the City for many moons ... Which I did," Jon responded with satisfaction when the King's smile disappeared.

The whole Court began to grumble, irritated by King Durin taste for the wine while Jon and Galadriel watched them amused by their love of wine.

"Dwarves ..." Prince Thranduil said with annoyance.

"Let us not speak of Dwarves; rather, we should speak of what happened in Dorwinion," King Oropher said sternly.

"It was a profitable journey yet not without its dangers," Galadriel said, remembering the battle before the gates of Dorwinion.

Seeing the grim countenance of his guest, King Oropher sensed something foul was afoot.

"I see you have unpleasant news ..." The King said, sensing the darkness in their heart.

"Alas, we do, Oropher," Galadriel said gravely, and Jon stepped forward and recounted his tale to the King.

Jon told of their arrival in Caras Sant, discovering the city besieged by the Easterlings and how he and Galadriel rode upon Vhagar to break the siege.

Upon hearing that the young mortal rode a dragon, the hall was filled with a cacophony of sound, but Oropher bid them silent, so Jon might finish his tale.

He then spoke of the shadow growing in the East and the fear that Sauron was girding the Eastern men for war. Hearing Sauron again try to sway allies in the East darkened the King and his son's mood and filled the Court with a feeling of anguish as the Kingdom of the Woods was nearest Mordor, and the Silvan knew Sauron would burn the Greenwood to ash.

Next, Jon spoke of Magni and how he aided the dwarf in recovering a great treasure that rested in the Sea of Rhûn though he said nothing of the treasures origins save it came from Gondolin.

Lastly, he told them of the Ulumuri that guided him to the bottom of the abyss and led him to the great pearl of Ulmo and other treasures such as Anguirel and the Dragon-helm.

Jon brought for the great pearl to prove his tale, and it filled the cavernous halls with a dazzling light.

Prince Thranduil approached them, marvelling at the brilliance of Lord Ulmo's pearl, and Jon placed it in his hands.

"It is a magnificent jewel", Said the enraptured Prince.

"It is, Lord Ulmo allowed me to take it from the Sea of Rhûn and precious to me though I have found no use for it," Jon said, and Thranduil returned the pearl to him.

"I'm certain you shall, Jon Snow," Said The Prince, still gazing at the pearl longingly.

"Indeed, these are wondrous treasures; however, my heart tells me that that was not the true treasure that they found in that sea, they found something else ... Something far more valuable and ancient," King Oropher grumbled.

"It seems that the truth cannot be hidden, my beloved ... You will have to reveal the treasure of my uncle," Galadriel lamented.

"Indeed, I would have preferred to have kept it hidden, but it seems that it cannot be helped; I will not risk King Oropher and Prince Thranduil considering our refusal as a slight and relations among our peoples they turn sour," Jon thought grimly.

And so he brought forth the strongbox and opened it, revealing the blankets inside while the King stared at him curiously; a moment later, the cavern was filled with a dazzling light. Many of the Silvan elves wailed and lamented, for they knew this gem and the misery it had caused their peoples.

King Oropher dropped his sceptre in shock and quickly approached Jon to better see the source of that warm and beautiful light.

The source was a gem, a gem that absorbed light and returned it in hundreds of shapes and colours... the gem that was sister to another gem, one that he had already seen once in Menegroth when King Thingol obtained it from Beren as a dowry for the hand of his daughter Lúthien.

One of the Silmarils.

Clearly, this Silmaril was not that of Beren and Lúthienfor; that jewel shone as the Star Eternal, which means that this was one of those that Meadhros and Maglor had stolen ere this age began.

"A Silmaril .." King Oropher said in disbelief.

"How?" Prince Thranduil asked, unable to believe his eyes.

"It was among the treasures claimed by the kin of Ulfang though I know not how they came upon it," Jon said solemnly.

"But you have claimed it", Said the Prince without taking his eyes off the sacred jewel.

"I know not why they granted me this gem nor the designs of the highest ones", Jon replied.

"Few among my kin know the whims of the Power of the World Jon do not despair for all shall be revealed in time", Galadriel said wisely.

"Thank you for your words, my Lady .." Jon replied, gazing at Galadriel with a fierce love.

"And may I ask ... what will you do with this gem?" King Oropher asked suddenly.

"I ... I haven't decided yet ..." Jon confessed.

"The other peoples of the West still do not know of your discovery," Thranduil said, sure of the answer, and Jon nodded.

"I have said nothing of this to anyone, for the enemy has many spies, whether bird or beast," Jon replied while many of the Elves gazed upon the gem with a fierce longing.

Realizing this, King Oropher groaned and then spoke.

"It was wonderful to see that light again ... But I will ask you to take that gem from my kingdom as soon as possible ..." King Oropher said.

Father?" Thranduil asked still without taking his eyes off the Silmaril but confused by his father's change in mood.

"Hush Thranduil… Have you forgotten? as our home in Doriath was destroyed and razed twice for these gems, the first time by the Dwarves of Nogrost and then by the Children of Fëanor, those gems are undoubtedly the greatest work of the Eldar and alas our greatest folly, I don't have no wish to look upon them, so Baelon Targaryen, I will ask you not to reveal it while you are here and when you decide what to do with it, please inform me. However, I'd wager it shall not be in your keeping long," Said King Oropher gazing at his court in warning.

"As you wish, your majesty ... I know the history of these gems very well and all the pain they have wrought, and I shall not repeat the stake of my kin," Jon said without giving any importance to the matter.

Oropher returned to his throne and bayed the servant give him another sceptre before addressing them once more.

"Then let us speak no more on the matter. I trust you're weary of your journey?" King Oropher said.

"Indeed, King Oropher, so we beg your hospitality again," Galadriel said in a melodious tone.

"And you shall have it, My Lady," King Oropher said, gesturing to his servants who nodded.

"If it pleases you, my King, I would beg a favour from you," Jon said suddenly.

"A request?" Asked the intrigued King.

"I wish to use your forges and practice the arts of Enderhil", Jon replied, confusing many Silvan.

"Do you think you can accomplish such a feat?" Prince Thranduil asked, intrigued.

"I ... I don't know, that's why I yet I must try such is my love for the arts of Lord Aulë," Jon said eagerly.

"You speak humbly, my beloved fool wolf, but I fear you undervalue your skills," Galadriel said.

"Thank you, my beloved star truly; your love fills me with such joy," Jon thought joyfully.

Galadriel smiled heartily and filled his mind with images of great beauty. "Think little of my praise, beloved, for I hold you dearest to me save my own daughter,"

While the King glanced at him for a moment before agreeing.

"I will grant your request Baelon Targaryen, although I insist that you must rest first", King Oropher said, intrigued to know that Jon hoped to match the skill of a master blacksmith of the First Age.

He and his people have little love for the arts of Aulë, but he very much doubted that a young mortal would accomplish many unimaginable things.

However, Galadriel was filled with worry as she knew the dangers of such forging.

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After a short rest and a flagon of wine, darkness was creeping into the woods, and soon, Stars were overhead; Jon gathered all he would need for the forgings, namely half a dozen white gems, the books themselves and of course, the notes. He was escorted to the lower galleries of the Fortress and came upon a vast hall of stone and wood.

To his surprise, the forges were made of stone, they had workbenches, many anvils and several grindstones for tanning, and although they were in good order, it seemed they hadn't been used for many years.

"Truly, the Silvan have little love for the arts of forging", Jon judged, groaning and looking up, he saw the chamber was lit by a wide shaft high in the further eastern wall; it slanted upwards and, far above, a small square patch of the darkened night could be seen.

"It seems an excellent night for forging," Jon thought joyfully.

"It's time to get to work .." Jon said; before lighting the forge and filling the chamber with a warm light that danced upon the walls, he was watched from afar by Galadriel, who was curious of what her beloved would forge, but she was worried as well.

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After kindling the forge and heating the steel, the young Targaryen began hammering it with practised grace, filling the place with blazing heat and thundering hammer strokes for the first time in many ages.

Jon melted some silver to join it to the piece of steel to forge a new metal that is beautiful, hard, resistant and yet soft, fitting for creating a necklace.

Then came the tricky part ... rune magic.

Jon had read in the notes of the second book of Enerdhil that to imbue an object with his Fëa, a particular rune of union is necessary first; he must carve the rune upon the thing and then master his mind as any unpure thoughts may taint the forging.

The best elven blacksmiths do this without the need for the runes merely imbuing their spirit into the object, yet the dwarves carve the runes on their objects with such mastery that most are imperceptible.

After carving the runes upon the stones, he placed them in the light of the moon as Enderhil had said, and soon they glowed faintly like silver, and he took them into his hand, channelling all the magics he could muster.

At first, nothing happened, but little by little, Jon felt his hands begin to heat up more and more until he began to feel as if the whole of the Great Ocean weighed upon his spirit.

"By the Valar, this is wearying, so that's what a man feels when he seeks to use his Fëa in forging. I hope it was enough," Jon thought, hoping to master the pain that filled his being.

At that moment, he felt his blood flow from his nose hot as fire as soon it had formed a small pool at his feet.

"This is not right ... No, no, no, no my body may heal, but my Fëa shall wither and be extinguished should I be so foolhardy again," Jon thought, discouraged.

Several minutes passed in which Jon finally felt his vigour return, and the young Targaryen gazed at the fruits of his labours.

The white gems shone with the radiance of water under the light of the moon Jon had succeeded.

He took the gems with care and observed them carefully; their beauty was unparalleled; now according to the book, they embody the light of the moon shining in its absence akin to faint stars.

"These are fair gems, yet I can do fair better", Jon said before stringing them fair gems upon the steel cord, setting them one by one until before him sat a necklace of great beauty that shone with silvery flame.

Tis a worthy attempt, though. I must keep practising if I desire to match the Lords in Valinor, but it seems I must use it sparingly least I corrupt my Fëa," Jon thought, proud of his work.

For the first time in the history of Arda, one of the race of Men had equalled the smiths of Valinor, if only for a moment.

Everything was observed by an astonished Galadriel who had a look of pride on her face since she never would have expected that Jon could achieve this by himself, although she was also worried about his love when she saw him suffer in such a way and little was left for him to run by his side.

Oh, my beloved, once more, you defy the fate of your kin, yet I fear your love of such arts shall be your undoing," Galadriel thought worriedly though she couldn't help but admire those glittering gems.

"I know in my heart those gems shall remain here such a pity," Galadriel thought with disappointment as she yearned to wear that beautiful necklace.

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The Valar in Council still remained watching Jon, Galadriel and the Silmaril as they awaited the return of Manwë, they had all been concerned when they saw Jon decay from applying his Fëa in creating a moon-bright necklace, but all were surprised to see that the young mortal actually forged an object of such beauty.

"Splendid…" Nienna said, marvelling at the necklace.

"I can't believe that mortal actually forged something like that", Oromë said incredulously as the only ones who could do it were the elves who lived with them in Aman.

"My husband, this is your vocation, and yet you remain silent ..." Yavanna said, glancing at her consort, who remained silent, looking at Jon's work before nodding.

"That impatient boy has a Don Oromë, what he has just forged is not a small thing, it is a very advanced technique of goldsmithing, and he achieved it at the first attempt. But, of course, the quality of his craftsmanship leaves much to doubt, the only one to accomplish the method in his first attempt was Fëanor himself, Jon did not reach the height of the upstart, but he has a great talent in his own right, which is a shame because I would like to see Fëanor go mad to know that a mortal surpassed him, but we all know that this is unlikely, "Aulë said resignedly.

None of the Valar disputed Aulë's words as they knew well that Jon was exceptional, but Fëanor was made the mightiest in all parts of body and mind: in valour, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strength and subtlety alike: of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and a bright flame was in him. Even the moment of his death was most strange; the passing of his fiery spirit reduced his body to ashes. He was the only person to die this way, for no end like his was ever seen or heard.

"What of the quality of Jon's work?" Ulmo asked, interested.

"It has great promise, but he has yet to master the finer arts of such techniques", Aulë grumbled softly.

"And yet forging as the Noldor do hurt him greatly," Varda said, worried about her husband's protégé.

"Yes, I am afraid ... that he is still mortal so his Fëa cannot be used for such techniques ... Although that does not concern me, he already has the means to learn the knowledge of Enerdhil, and he alone must discover the truth as his Valyrian ancestors did," Aulë said.

"His dragon ..." Ulmo said gravely, and Aulë nodded.

At that moment, everyone could perceive the presence of Manwë, who finally returned from speaking with Erú, and they saw the gloominess of his face, Manwë did not say a word until he sat on his throne and the King remained silent for a long time.

"Husband?" Varda asked.

"I have spoken with the" All-Father ", and it was just as we thought ... Erú made certain that we did not perceive the Silmaril in the Sea of Rhûn, but it was Jon's choice to aid those Dwarves that allowed the jewel to be recovered before its time," Manwë said gravely.

"What are you talking about?" Namo asked.

"The Father of All he did to teach us a lesson ... One about the true scope and power of the Gift of Men," Said the King of Arda with a slight smile on his face.

"A lesson on the Gift of Men?" Yavanna asked.

"That's correct ... We have always known little about Men and their Gift while they for their part have always been more afraid than it affected us, however on this occasion, Erú has shared his wisdom with me and has allowed me to have an understanding of Men," Manwë said, looking anxiously at the other Powers.

"What were the words of the Highest?" Ulmo asked excitedly.

"As we all already knew, men carry the" Gift of Men "mortality, and therefore grow old and die when their time comes, and are susceptible to diseases and ailments, but when they leave Arda, their suffering ends, and they may shape their lives as they wish, but we did not understand the full scope of this Gift until Jon recovered the Silmaril," Manwë said with admiration.

"But Erú kept it hidden from us; how then could that young man rediscover the Silmaril on his own?" Nienna asked.

"Erú only told me that he prevented us from discovering the Silmaril, Jon was the one who found it by himself, if he had decided not to go to the Sea of Rhûn, the Silmaril would have remained in the depths of that Sea until the rupture of Arda such and as Námo prophesied to us," Manwë said.

"But the young man altered the prophecy somehow ..." The Doomsman said.

"It was not somehow brother, it was using his" Gift "... He could only change a part of the prophecy using inadvertent points of chance, details, but not the ending Erú arranged for things to end that way but ... As Men are exempt from being dominated by "Great Music" unlike us and the Firstborn ... Since they are the masters of their own destiny even if they cannot change the end result, their choices can alter the details. This is how they rebel against fate, how they leave their mark on history, that is something that all Atani can do, not just Jon," Manwë said, unable to contain his emotion, and the rest of the Valar were surprised by the real power of the Gift of Men, and at that moment Aulë realized something crucial.

"Wait my King, do you mean, that for example, the last of the Silmarils, that of Maedhros could appear in the future? .. For example, just because two children chose to search the fiery pit he fell into", Aulë said in shock, and everyone held their breath when the Elder King nodded in response.

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From the beginning of Arda, it was said that the Elves would envy the "Gift of Men" as well as the Valar themselves in time.

And now, thanks to Jon Snow that has already begun, for the "Powers of the Worlds" have started to envy Men for their mortality and their ability to decide their destiny and to change Arda's destiny in parts even if the final outcome cannot change by Erú's decision.

Notes:

Thanks to Great_red