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saelwen · 4 years

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Dracarys

Chapter Five

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Game of Thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Summary: The sequel to The Last Dragon. Follow along with the adventures of Lachril and Idhrendir as they discover new cultures and races of Middle-Earth, fighting against rebellions and new enemies. (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: None i think

Words: 1k

"How could ada be so naïve! We should act now as their rebellion is still weak!" Lachril's voice rings it around her chambers. Her twin brother sighs and rolls his violet eyes, sitting on a chair beside the large fireplace.

"Calm down, Lachril... Ada knows what's he doing." Idhrendir said with a calm voice. He knew that his sister was impulsive and that sometimes she would do things before she thinks first, so he was trying to get her calm down before she mounts Daenerion and do a horrible mistake. " Ada's council and the Valar will help us with this rebellion... They will make humans understand that we aren't a threat."

Lachril huffs in annoyance and walks to the balcony, looking to the bright sky. She knew that her brother was right but something in her guts told her this wasn't to work...that a storm was coming.

"He is fading you know that right?... Nana had left a big hole in him and that hole is only getting bigger." Idhrendir said quietly, his low sorrowful voice made Lachril close her eyes in sadness. "That's why he doesn't want any more wars...only peace."

"I know... I've heard him and Ecthelion talk about it..." Lachril's voice was full of grief, knowing that someday her father would die...leaving them behind, alone in that world. "...They want him to sail to Valinor so he could heal...but I think that only would bring him more misery since Ada and Nana had passed a good time of their life there."

There is a long silence in the room, the sound of the lovely song of the birds and people walking outside filled their sharp ears. Both of them knew that Lachril words were true, Glorfindel could never find peace since their mother wasn't in Mandos's Halls. Nobody knew where her soul had gone even the Valar themselves didn't know...maybe it had returned to her world, return to her mother's warm arms.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door and hush voices came from outside which grabbed both of the silver-haired elves' attention. "Come in!" Lachril said with a firm voice. The door opens and two redheads peek through which made a smile appear on Idhrendir and Lachril's faces.

"Hello, Amrod and Amras! What are you doing here?" Lachril said with a smirk on her lips, seeing their guilty faces.

"...Ahh, We were just passing by-" Amrod begins talking but was cut off with the door being wide open and a bunch of elves falls in. The Targaryen twins stayed still with wide eyes, looking to the Fëanor sons groaning on the bedroom ground. Maedhros was the first standing up, staring at Idhrendir and Lachril with a guilty face.

"I'm very sorry, Your Graces! I and Maglor found our brothers standing at your door and tried to get him away...but I failed," he said while glaring to his five brothers, who were looking down to their feet in shame.

"It's okay, Nelya! There no need to worry but...Why all of you were at my doors?" Lachril asked while walking towards them along with her twin brother. Caranthir took a step forward, his sharp face was red as a tomato. He bows his head to Lachril and looks to her violet eyes.

"I wished to see if you were okay from our last events at your nana's grave...but Celegorm and Curufin follow me, wanting to make fun of me before you... which lead Ambarussa to follow me too..." Caranthir's voice trembling with embarrassing and rage, glaring to Celegorm, who was smirking to his younger brother.

"Well...As you are all here, we could go for a hunt! It may do well for my sister's rage." Idhrendir said while smirking to his twin sister.

They all nod, Celegorm fist pump the air, happy to go for a good hunt. The Fëanor sons and the Targaryen twins walk to the stables and mount their horses, grabbing their bows and arrows.

As they were walking out of the stables, Idhrendir saw his father and Ecthelion walking towards them with a slim figure behind them. "Hello, Ada and Lord Ecthelion," Idhrendir said while bowing his head.

"Hello, ion nin! Where are you heading to?" Glorfindel asked while looking to the group of elves, noticing how Lachril was ignoring him, pouting on her horse.

"We are going on a hunt! Do you wish to join us, Ada?" Idhrendir asked softly, patting gently the neck of his black stallion.

"I think we may! Oh! I also wish to introduce you to Lady Nithroel Wysaran!... She is an old friend of mine and Ecthelion." with Glorfindel's words, Nithroel steps up from behind him, smiling softly to the Targaryen twins.

"Hello, Your Graces. It's wonderful to meet you two!" she said gently, bowing her head to the Prince and Princess.

They both nod in politely, Lachril eyes studying the black-haired elleth in curiosity. In the corner of her eye, Lachril notices the Fëanor sons going tense, staring at Nithroel in disbelief.

"...Nithroel..." Maedhros whispers quietly which grabbed Nithroel attention.

"It's good to see you in one piece again, Nelya." she said with her blue eyes full of mischief.

There is a silence between the two of them, Maedhros staring at the Noldor girl with sorrowful and joyful eyes. Lachril could feel their tension in the air which made Maedhros's brother and Glorfindel and Ecthelion looking down in nervousness.

"Ahh...Well! Let's get going then! Idhrendir and Lachril, you two led the Fëanor sons to the hunting area! We will catch you when we are ready." Glorfindel said to his children, trying to cut the tension between Maedhros and Nithroel.

Nodding, the Targaryen twins led the Noldor elves to the dense woods. Lachril made a note in her mind to ask her father of what happen between Nelya and the Noldor elleth in past...and also ask him more about her mother's world since he always avoids the subject whenever she asks him.

Hey Guys!!! Here is a new chapter! It seems that someone of Maedhros past have come back!!😮😉 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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saelwen · 4 years

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Dracarys

Chapter Three

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Game of Thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Summary: The sequel to The Last Dragon. Follow along with the adventures of Lachril and Idhrendir as they discover new cultures and races of Middle-Earth, seeing them learning from the Valar and the Elders. (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: Angst, burning corpse

Words: 2,200

“Are you okay back there?” Lachril’s voice broke through the air as Daenerion flew high in the blue sky.

The black-haired elf sitting behind her with his strong arms wrapped around her waist only nod slowly and peek from her back, seeing the beautiful view from the skies. A small gasp escaped from his lips as Caranthir saw the gorgeous vast lands of Middle-Earth, seeing in the distance little humans' towns and villages. The warmth coming out from Daenerion’s scales warm them up as the strong cold wind hit their bodies harshly.

“This is absolutely beautiful!... Where are we going?” Caranthir said while marveling at the view before him.

“To my mother’s grave... It’s beautiful there.” Lachril’s voice was for a second a little sorrowful but Daenerion’s roar distracted Caranthir from it.

They flew east, towards where the savior of Middle-Earth was buried. The sound of Daenerion’s wings was like thunders, making all the living beings on the ground terrified from the massive shadow on the sky.

Caranthir sighs softly and rests his head on the silver-haired girl back, smiling gently as a peaceful feeling spread through his body.

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“So, it’s decided then! After this day, I Lúg Post Kingdom will trade food and other material in a change of military protection from all towns and villages near my kingdom!” Glorfindel said, putting an end to the meeting.

The small lords and leaders begin leaving the room, bending their goodbyes to the King and Prince of I Lúg Post. Happy that their homes and family will be protected and having food from powerful elves.

As Glorfindel and Edhrendir were about to stand up from their seats, a Lord from one of the towns came forward. His rough face full of wrinkles and scar wars, his hair jet black hair was beginning having grey hair spreading through his head.

Glorfindel notices a frown on the human man's face, his dark eyes burning with disgust and rage. “Is there a problem, Lord Dickson?” the golden-haired elf said with a calm voice.

“Actually, My King...Yes, yes there is!” he said with a firm voice.

“Care to explain?” Glorfindel said with a sigh, rubbing his finger on his eyes.

“A week ago, some of my men had seen one of your dragons fly by my town!...and some of my villagers said that their goats and cows have been disappearing, saying that they found the grass burned on the spot of the animal.” the older man said with his voice full of detest.

Glorfindel and Idhrendir looked to each other, their eyes filled with concern. The elven king was predicting that sometime like this would happen but he couldn’t just lock the dragons, it wasn’t what his dragon Queen would want. A dragon isn’t a slave.

“I’m deeply sorry for what my dragons had made and for that, I will grant you more farm animals and one bag full of gold.” Glorfindel’s voice was calm and soft as he stood up from his chair.

Lord Dickson’s frown grew deeper and shook his head. “That won’t be. I want three bags of gold...and more lands.” he snarls to the golden-haired elf which was a big mistake since besides the elven king was one of the most powerful and oldest elf...Lord Fëanor.

“Watch your tongue, mortal!... If I was you, I would be happy from what King Glorfindel had granted... and be happy that was only animals that had died, it could be easily you that could have been dragon food.” Fëanor’s words were full of venom, making the human before he pales with his last sentence.

“Who are you to talk to?! You were the one who brought chaos and misery to all Middle-Earth with that damn jewels!” the human Lord said with boldness, forgetting who he was talking to.

“Enough! Lord Dickson, leave at once and be happy with what I've gifted you.” Glorfindel said while slamming his fist on the large table. Lord Dickson nods slowly and turns to leave, grumbling something under his breath.

The doors close and tired sigh fell from Glorfindel’s lips, looking down to the papers on the table. Idhrendir took a step forward, putting his large hand on his father’s shoulder. “Are you okay, Ada?... You look pale.” his voice soft and full of concern.

Nodding, Glorfindel gave his son a gentle smile. “Yes, Ion nin. Everything is fine!” he said while looking outside the window, seeing Viseral and Arcturion flying together on the bright blue sky. “Just hoping that the humans don’t turn against us... It wasn’t what your nana wanted.”

There was long silence in the room, the roars from dragons outside filled the large chamber. Fëanor stood from his seat and bowed his head towards Glorfindel and Idhrendir. “If anything comes to a point of the war, I want you to know that I and my House will follow you!... It was the Dragon Queen and you that had brought peace and happiness to my children and to my house! I fought for you once, I will do it again... My loyalty belongs to the House of the Golden Flower and to House Targaryen!” the black-haired elf said with a firm voice, his brave words made a smile spread on Glorfindel’s face.

“Thank you, Mellon nin! But let’s hope that wouldn’t come... I’m not ready for another war...not yet.” he said while walking towards the door. “Lord Fëanor, could you make sure that humans had left my palace? I don’t want to be interrupted my flight with some human being caught from steeling in my palace.” Fëanor nods and bows as the King and Prince left the meeting room.

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A big cloud of dust hovered in the air as Daenerion lands in front Daenys and Drogon’s grave. Lachril and Caranthir climb down gracefully from the dragon’s back and walked towards the large statue of her mother. Daenerion jumps into the air again and flies to the bright blue sky.

“Did you know her well?” Lachril asked quietly, staring at her mother marble face in awe.

Caranthir walked to her, standing beside the silver-haired girl as he looks up to the statue, remembering the first time he saw Daenys Targaryen.

“Yes...I still remember the day I met her. The Valar had assembled every elf in Valinor for a meeting to discuss the new enemy that had enter in Middle-Earth. We stood in Coliseum for one hour, waiting for the “Dragon Queen” to arrive.” a warm smile appeared on his lips as the memories came to his head. “You could have seen everyone faces as they saw the massive creature landing in the middle of the Coliseum, letting a small silver-haired girl climb down his back. I remember hearing nana saying that her beauty could be compared to Varda herself.”

He took a deep breath and sit on the tall green grass, closing his grey eyes as the warmth of the sunlight hit his handsome face. Lachril follow his movements and sat beside him, still looking to the massive statue.

“Ada told me that she was brave as a dragon, that her flame burned bright in the darkness,” she whispered, lying down on the soft grass.

“He’s right...Your nana was one of the brave and independent women I knew. She was the only one who forgives us from all the horrible things that we had done... She had given us peace and honor again.” Caranthir said while looking down at Lachril, his grey stormy eyes locked with her violet indigo eyes. Gently, he moves some pieces of her silver hair away from her pale face, leaning down a little bit but he stops his movements as he notices what’s he was doing, his face darkened with a blush. “Ahh...I’m sorry, My Princess,” he whispers quickly, moving away quickly.

A small blush spread on Lachril’s face, her heartbeat was beating fast and she could feel the disappointment for he had not kissed her. Smiling awarding, Lachril shrugs her shoulders and giggle. “It’s okay, Caranthir...and I thought that you would start calling me by my name!” they begin laughing and both fell again on the soft grass, feeling relaxed on the warm sun.

Suddenly a sound of footsteps grabbed their attention. Caranthir was the first standing up, seeing a small group of humans men walking towards them. Their rough eyes glittering with disgust and hatred as they look to Lachril.

“Look who we have here! The spawn of the dragon's whore!” the larger man of the group said with a mocking voice to his friends, looking up and down to the silver-haired girl with a hit of lust in his eyes.

“Be careful the way you talk, mortal! It may be the last time you talk.” Caranthir said calmly but Lachril could see his body tense in rage.

The men begin to laugh and walk around the two of them, eyeing the elves carefully. “Oh yeah! What are you going to do? I don’t see any weapon on you.” the first man said with a wicked smile on his rough lips.

Lachril look around her in confusion and fear. She didn’t understand the sudden hate towards her and her mother. Didn’t her mother save all the living being in Middle-Earth, sacrificing her life?

“I don’t need a weapon to kill you.” Caranthir growl lowly, his patience running out. His beautiful grey started darkening with rage for disrespecting his Princess and Queen. Lachril took a step forward, grabbing softly his arms.

“Why do you hate us so much?! What did my nana ever do to you?” she asked with a firm voice.

The man spits to the ground and looks to the massive statue of Daenys and Drogo. “That bitch was the cause for all the death and destruction of that ice demon did in Middle-Earth! I don’t know why everyone worships her so much since she was the one who brought that thing to our world.” he looks to Lachril took the old and rusty sword from his waist.

Lachril’s eyes were blind with fury. How dare he talk bad about her mother! She will make them pay. Lachril moves her hands under her long shirt and took two daggers. Caranthir´s eyes widened in surprise, studying carefully the beautiful dark sharp blade, decorated with small rubies.

The men grabbed their weapons and start running towards them. Lachril spins her daggers and begins killing the disgusting men one by one, her movements were graceful and quick. Caranthir follows her lead, punching and breaking necks as the men come towards him.

Taking her dagger from a man’s head, Lachril looks around her, seeing bloody bodies lying on the grass. She moves her gaze towards the last man standing, the one who disrespected her mother.

Striding towards him, Lachril kicks his feet and grabs the man’s collar, resting her sharp blade on his neck. “Last chance...Apology and swear your loyalty to the Houses Targaryen and Golden Flower, then you could return to your miserable life.” she snarls to him, putting pressure on his neck with the blade.

The man laughs and shook his head. “I will swear nothing to you! You don’t know what’s coming! Men will rise and put an end to the age of the elves, putting an end to your perfect little kingdom!” he snarls and spits to her, making Caranthir kick on his ribs. “Your precious dragons will drown on their own blood!” he said while laughing like a mad man.

Lachril let go of his shirt and lower her daggers, making Caranthir look at her in confusion. Her violet eyes were burning with rage, making the man quiver a little under her gaze.

“Let them come,” she said calmly.

The man looks at her confused and stood up slowly, an arm wrapped around his ribs where Caranthir had to kick him. A smirk grew on Lachril’s face as she took two steps back with Carathir.

“Because when they arrive... fire and blood will be waiting for them!” as she said that the ground shook with Daenerion landing behind the man. The dragon moves his massive head towards the man slowly, growling warningly. The human turns back and let out a scream in fear as he sees the large creature moving towards him with such grace.

Lachril looks to her dragon and smiles sweetly. “Dracarys!” with that, Daenerion bathe the man with hot flames, turning him into ashes.

Caranthir puts his hand on his nose as the smell of burning skin become too hard for him smell while Lachril watches the flames burn high with a blank face, her violet eyes shining with the light of the blazing fire.

With Fire and Blood, she will bend all who came for her family and friends. She will honor the words of her ancestors.

Hey Guys!! So here's a new chapter! What do you think?! Some humans don't like to have Targaryens there and Lachril will not have any of it! 😂 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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Dracarys

Chapter Four

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Game of Thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Warnings: None i think

Words: 1,322

Caranthir stayed still, looking to the blazing flames burning high with wide eyes. The smell of burning flesh hovered in the air, making his stomach twist in disgust. Daenerion laid down beside his rider, his dark violet eyes focus in his surroundings, trying to see if there were more foes.

“We must tell King Glorfindel, Lachril... I’m sure he will find a way to stop this madness with the humans,” he said calmly to the silver-haired girl, who was staring at the pile of ashes with enraged eyes.

She lifted her head and slowly met his worried gaze, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “Yes...Yes, it’s better we do that.” Lachril said with a trembling voice, trying to control her anger.

As they were about to climb to Daenerion’s back, the sound of flapping wings grabbed their attention. Looking up, they saw Viseral and Arcturion flying towards them. Glorfindel and Idhrendir land beside Lachril and Caranthir and climb down from their dragons, rushing towards the silver-haired girl while looking to scene around them.

“What happens here, Lachril?!” Glorfindel shouted, his rich voice full of concern. Idhrendir looked to his twin sister with a shocked face, confused by what had happened there.

“A group of men attacked us... “ Lachril took a deep breath and looked to the beautiful face marble of her mother. “They had disrespected nana...called dragon’s whore, a killer...a destroyed of worlds.” there was a long silence after her words. Idhrendir and Caranthir closed their eyes in sadness and distress but a shiver ran down their spine when they saw Glorfindel’s face.

Cold darkness radiated out from his body, his ocean blue eyes lost its shine and turned wrathful. His gaze fixed on the bloody corpses from the men, his fist clenches tightly with fury for the awful lies that those men told about his beautiful Dragon Queen, his knuckles turned white from his strength.

“Let’s burn the other corpses... Tomorrow I will-” Glorfindel started but he was quickly interrupted by his daughter.

“They said that more are coming, Ada... The humans are rebelling against us! We need to act now! With fire and blood, I will honor my mother’s House words!” Lachril growled quietly to her father, making him look to her with a frown on his face.

“We will not do such things, Lachril! That wasn’t what your Nana would want!” he said with a firm voice. “Tomorrow I will assemble my council along with the Valar...There we will discuss this matter.”

They all nod but Lachril glared to her father, grumbling something under her breath while walking towards her dragon with Caranthir close behind her back.

Glorfindel and Idhrendir order their dragons to burn the corpses, making a massive pile of ashes. They all climb to the dragons' back and flew back to I Lúg Post.

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“You had come early than I thought, Mellon nin!” Ecthelion’s voice runs through the large hallway, grabbing the King and Prince and Princess's attention.

“Yes...We had some problems during our flight, Mellon nin.” Glorfindel said with a tired voice.

With his friend's words, Ecthelion’s body went tense, worried about what had happened since he knew that his friend hasn't been himself since his wife died.

“What happen?” he asked quickly, looking to their concern faces.

“A little problem with humans...Tomorrow I will assemble my council along with the Valar.” Glorfindel said while walking towards his study.

“Just a little problem!? Ada we have-” Lachril tried to speak up but her father wasn’t having it.

“Enough! Lachril!” he snarls at her. Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel looks to his son. “Idhrendir. Do you mind escort your sister to her chambers?” Idhrendir nods and leads his fuming twin sister to her chambers.

Sighing, Glorfindel enters in his study with Ecthelion close behind. He sat on his chair and looks to his black-haired friend with a tired face. “Humans are rebelling against us... Lachril and Caranthir fought them today at Daenys’s grave,” Glorfindel said while looking to the large window beside him. “I don’t know what to do, Mellon nin.”

Ecthelion walks towards him and puts his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder, smiling gently down to him. “Don’t worry, Mellon nin! I know you will do the right thing if something bigger comes to us,” he said while staring at the vast land of I Lúg Post through the window. “Oh! That’s right! Someone had arrived this morning.” he said with a smirk on his lips, walking towards the door. “I will get them!” with that he left the large room, leaving behind a sorrowful golden-haired elf.

After some minutes, a knock was heard in the study’s room, grabbing the elven king's attention. “Come in!” Glorfindel said firmly.

The door opens and Ecthelion walks in with a small figure follow him. “Your Grace! Here’s Lady Nithroel Wysaran!” he said with a huge grin on his face.

At the sound of a familiar name, Glorfindel shot up from his seat, looking to the black-haired elleth in front of him.

“It’s been some time, Mellon nin!” her cheerful voice made a smile spread on his face.

“Nithroel! My old friend! How I missed you!” he said while walking towards her, embracing her tightly.

Back in the first age, Nithoel had come with him and Ecthelion to Middle-Earth. Crossing the terrible cold lands of Helcaraxë, suffering with them and with Fingolfin House. The three of them had been best friends since there but after the fall of Gondolin, Nithoel had gone to the mountains, refuging there alone. Tired of the bloody and horrible wars.

She had the appearance of a pure Noldor elf, long soft black hair with beautiful pale skin and two large blue eyes. She was small but he knew better than underestimating her by her innocent looks. The elleth could kill a group of men under three minutes with no weapon, she was one of the best fighters that he knew.

“You look like shit, Mellon nin!” Nithroel said while looking to Glorfindel's tired face.

The smile on his face grew more with her words, Nithroel was the type of people that wouldn’t hold their tongues. Always saying the truth even if it hurt a little but that’s why he likes her so much.

“Life wasn’t really nice to me...but you look well my friend!” he said while returning to his seat, Ecthelion also sat beside him but Nithroel stood in front of the elven king. “Tell me, Mellon nin. What brings you to I Lúg Post?” the golden-haired elf asked.

She smiles gently to him and bends in one knee, putting her sharp sword at Glorfindel’s feet. “I’m done with the cold air of the mountains... done being alone on that damn lands.” Nithroel took a deep breath and look to him. “I’ve come to give you my sword, Mellon nin... to swear my loyalty to the King of I Lúg Post and fight beside him when the time comes,” she said proudly.

Glorfindel stood up and grab her hand, lifting her up from the floor. “Mellon nin...You don’t need to bend the knee to me. You are welcome in my kingdom and know that you have a home here...and a family.” he said with a teary smile, pulling her into a tight embrace.

After their emotional moment, they sat on their seat. Nithroel put her sword on her waist and look to Glorfindel with a sad smile. “Tell me about her.”

He nods and begins telling the tales of his Dragon Queen to his friends. Smiling softly at the memories of his beloved wife.

Hey Guys!!! Here a new chapter! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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Chapter Two

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Game of Thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Words: 1,500

An anxious feeling spread through Lachril’s body as she made her way to the Fëanor’s middle son. It’s true that the Targaryen girl was a free spirit and didn’t cower back from other Lords and braves Knights, always letting them know that she was in the same room but Caranthir made all that vanish in thin air, leaving the silver-haired girl with sweaty hands and breathless.

Lachril didn’t know why she felt that way but she wasn’t let that stop her to invite the young Lord for a ride.

Taking a deep breath, she went to Fëanor’s table, where all his house was taking breakfast. The first noticing her was Nerdanel, who gave the young princess a beautiful smile.

“Princess Lachril! What’s brings you here to our table?” the elleth’s voice was soft and cheerful, making Lachril smile gently to the older woman.

“Good morning, My Lords and My Lady!... I’ve come here to ask if Lord Caranthir would like to come for a ride?” Lachril asked politely, her violet eyes fixed on the blushing black-haired elf in the corner of the table.

The Fëanor’s sons begin cheering and teasing their little brother. The loudest was Celegorn, who didn’t stop saying that soon will be a new feanorian in the family. Lachril rolled her violet indigo eyes and smirk as she sees that Maedhros is still rubbing the fake beard off. “Do you need any help, Nelya?” the young princess asked with a smug face, gaining a glare from the red-haired elf.

“I think that’s a pleasant idea, Princess Lachril. Caranthir would love to go with you, isn’t that right ion nin?” Fëanor said with a small smile on his lips, looking from the corner of his grey eyes his blushing son, who nods shyly.

Smiling proudly, Lachril told Caranthir to follow her as she bends her goodbyes to the Lords and Lady. The walk to the dragon's stables was quiet, only talking about how beautiful was the day today or laughing of Maedhro's mad face when he barges into the room with his face painted.

“Tell me, My Lord... Why don’t you talk so much? I’ve never seen you participate in the activities with your brothers, only seeing you in some corner reading a book or watching from afar.” To Lachril surprise, her voice came out calm and soft, almost like she was afraid to spook the elf away.

In the corner of her eyes, she notices a frown appearing on Caranthir's handsome face. His beautiful grey eyes become dull and darkness spread through them. His muscular body went tense and Lachril could feel a strange aura radiating from him. “I’m sorry... You don’t have to answer that if you want,” she said after his silence, seeing that her question has brought some bad memories for him.

“It’s okay!... I don’t talk much because was my loud mouth that led me to my death... I don’t go hunting or patrol with my brothers because it was my boldness and impulsiveness that made a blade pierce through my throat, leaving me to drown on my own blood.” there was a long silence when he finished.

Lachril knew that he and his family had died on the first age. Hell, almost all the elves she knows in the Kingdom had died even her own father...but she didn’t know why or how. She stops and grabs Caranthir’s hand, squeezing gently as she looks to his cold grey eyes.

“My Lord...I’m sorry. I didn’t know-” her words were cut off with his timid smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Princess Lachril. It’s not your fault for being curious...and please, call me Caranthir!” he said with a gentle voice.

“Okay...Caranthir. Only if you call me by my name too!” Lachril said with a timid smirk as she begins walking towards her dragon stables.

When they arrive at where most of the people call “Dragonpit”, Lachril walks to the massive black dragon resting on a large rock, bathing on the warm sun. At the sound of his rider walking towards him, Daenerion lifts his gigantic head. The young princess stroke gently the warm snout of the dragon and smile happily.

“Galu, Mellon nin! (Hello, my friend)” she whispers softly to the massive black dragon before her. The creature begins purring at the sound of his rider soft voice, pushing his snout into her small hand which made the silver-haired girl giggle.

Turning back, Lachril laughs at the sight of Caranthir’s pale face. He had his hands behind his back and he was balancing on his feet in nervous.

“I thought that we would ride on horses... not in dragons.” his voice came out a little trembled which he covers with a cough.

Giggling, Lachril climbs Daenerion’s back, sitting comfortably on his scaly back. “Don’t tell me that a feanorian is afraid of heights. Come on! It will be fun!” she said with a smirk, seeing the light blush forming on his pale cheeks.

Grumbling under his breath, Caranthir climbs slowly to the dragon’s back, careful not to hurt the massive creature. When the black-haired elf was comfortable sitting behind Lachril, he looks around to try to see where he was supposed to hold on.

“Wrap your arms around my waist! If you want to live,” she said while commanding Daenerion to jump into the blue skies, laughing at the curses that Caranthir was yelling.

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“It such a wonderful day, melleth nin!” Tunniel’s voice made a soft smile spread on Idhrendir’s face.

The young couple was strolling through the lovely garden on the castle, watching the beautiful flowers blooming to the warm sun. Idhrendir and Tunniel had been courting for some time, the two of them were always together when they were children. Spending the warm afternoon reading under a cool shade of a tree or catching a butterfly in the gardens. Everyone in the palace said that the two of them were made for each other... true soulmates.

“Yes, it is, my love! What are your plans for your day?” he said while putting a piece of her blond hair behind her pointy ear.

Grinning widely, she turns to him, her ice-blue eyes shining with happiness. “I’m helping my nana choose her wedding dress! I still can’t believe that she and Lord Maglor are getting married,” she said with dreamy eyes, glad that her mother had finally found a good elf that will love her as she deserves.

Maglor and Istril had announced their marriage on the last feast that Glorfindel and his children make every single year on the day that the savior of Middle-Earth had died, Daenys Targaryen. They said that was the perfect day to announce since it was the Dragon Queen how had introduced the two of them.

“Yeah, it’s really great that they are happy!...I’m sure that nana would be happy for them.” Idhrendir’s voice came out sorrowful. His father told him and to his twin sister tales of their mother, how courageous she was and how good and merciful she was to the people of Middle-Earth. Even if he didn’t memories of his mother, he still missed her every day. Wishing that she was there to guide him and teach him the history of his ancestors of the House Targaryen.

“Yes, she would love to see them together and happy like they are now... You know, you are just like her... good and smart. I remember the day I met her, how her beautiful silver hair shined with the light of the sun, making her almost like one of the Valar. How she had shown me her dragons and took me and my nana under her wing since my ada didn’t want us.” the last words came out full of venom, a frown forms on Tunniel’s face as she remembers the awful life that her father had made her and her mother pass.

Wrapping his strong arm around her small waist, Idhrendir pulls her into his chest, kissing gently Tunniel’s soft lips but it was interrupted by the loud roar.

Pulling back, Idhrendir looks up and saw Daenerion flying by with Lachril giggling and Caranthir shouting curses, on his back. A laugh escapes Tunniel’s lips as she sees the humorous sight before her. “Poor Caranthir!” she said while giggling.

Idhrendir rolls his violet eyes but a small smile forms on his lips. He leans down and captor Tunniel’s lips again, kissing her gently.

Everyone in the Kingdom I Lúg Post was having a wonderful life, happy to have such good King and Prince and Princess. Saying that the Kingdom could be compared to Valinor, the blessed lands... but not for long.

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Dracarys

The sequel of The Last Dragon

Prologue

Masterlist

The Last Dragon

A/n: So many of you wanted a sequel of The Last Dragon, a crossover of GoT and Hobbit/Silmarillion. So, I happy to announce that I’m starting the sequel!!! Hope you like it!

Book cove by me

t has been 200 years since the savior of middle-earth, Daenys of the House Targaryen, had died. Her husband, Lord Glorfindel, and her two lovely children, Idhrendir and Lachril, departed from Rivendell and adventure through the vast lands. Taking with them their dragons and the loyal elves that choose to follow the House Targaryen, among them were the House Feanorian.

Daenys’s husband and children stopped on the green lands of Eriador, where they're built from the ground a large castle, which Glorfindel said that is a replica of King’s Landing, in honor of his beloved wife. With her and Lord Tyrion tales of the castle, they could build it identically.

To that place, they name it “I Lúg Post” The Dragon Rest.

The Valar, seeing that the Middle-Earth lands were peaceful and safe again, they open the doors of Valinor to all the Elder. Letting the elves go to Valinor or Middle-Earth whenever they like.

Melkor and Sauron were forbidden to set foot on Middle-Earth, having Mandos or Tulkas watching over them in Valinor.

Every year, on the day of Daenys’s death. The Valar and every race of all Arda came to I Lúg Post, where they celebrate the savior of Middle-Earth. Then, after all the festivities, their march to Daenys grave, to pray to her and her brother, Drogon.

Idhrendir and Tunniel had begun courting sometime after I Lúg Post was finished, which made Glorfindel and Lachril thrill. Happy to see the newly couple shining with happiness.

The young elf passes almost his time in the kingdom, training his sword fight with his father and learning how to rule with Lord Elrond and Queen Varda.

However, Lachril passes her days' travel on Daenerion’s back. Visiting every place in Middle-Earth. Some say that she was the wildest of the two, untamed like a dragon. Hunting with the sons of Feanor and pranking almost every single person in the Kingdom.

Glorfindel wasn’t so joyful like he was before, the death of his wife and the war against the dead made him a serious man to the people but whenever he sees his children, a warmth fills him and the joy returns to him.

Glorfindel Of The House Golden Flower

Husband of Daenys Targaryen

Father of Idhrendir and Lachril

Rider of Viseral, The Golden One

King of I Lúg Post

Idhrendir Of The House Targaryen

Courting Tunniel, The Fair One

Twin Brother of Lachril

Rider of Arcturion, The Blazing Star

Heir of I Lúg Post

Lachril Of The House Targaryen

Free Spirit

Twin Sister of Idhrendir

Rider of Daenerion, The Black Dread

Heir Of I Lúg Post

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Tolkien Masterlist

***Means Smut

Silmarillion One-Shots

The Valar/Ainur

Yavanna x ColorBlind!Reader

Melkor x Psycho!Human!Reader

Eonwë x Modern!Reader

Manwë x Reader

Sauron x Witch!Reader

House of Feanor

Fëanor x Anorexia!Daughter!Reader

Maglor x Deaf!Human!Reader

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader / Part 2

Maedhros x Blind!Elf!Reader

Caranthir x Human!Reader / alternative ending

Celegorm x Queen!Reader

House of Finarfin

Finrod x Melanism!Human!Reader

Finrod x Werewolf!Reader

House of Fingolfin

Glorfindel x Winged!Reader

Doriath Realm

Beleg x Mute!Reader

Hobbit/ Lord of the Rings One-Shots

Thranduil x Reader

Thranduil x Modern!Reader / Part 2***

Thranduil x Elf!Reader

Thranduil x Elf!Reader***

Thranduil x Human!Reader / Part 2

Thranduil x Blind!Child!Human!Reader

Elladan x Reader

Haldir x Human!Reader

Meludir x Reader

Sauron x Modern!Reader

Series

The Last Dragon(Complete)***

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Summary: After Daenery’s death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost without her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races

Dracarys***

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Lost in Middle-Earth(Complete)***

Thranduil x Modern!reader

Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Bonded***

Alpha!Ambarussa x Omega!reader

Summary: You were a very wild omega. Always running in nature without a care of the world but what will happen to you when one of your runs you saw two lovely Alphas strolling in the forest? (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Pure Blood***

Maedhros x Oc

Summary: We all born with white blood which symbolizes our pure soul. As we grow up, our blood can change to red and become darker if we begun doing cruel things. The darker the blood, the cruel you are. Mine’s occur to be pure white but will continue to be after i meet my soulmate?

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter27

Masterlist

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Words 4k (yeah i know its a bit long 😂 sorry!)

The sound of agony cries that came from my little babies made my heartbreak. Pulling the last strap of my chest armor, I look to the mirror before me, seeing the new armor that Fëanor made for me. It was all black, with some red stripes on the chest and arms, making look like Drogon’s scales. The armor was light in which make it perfect to move and mount comfortably on Drogon’s back. Taking a deep breath, I look to my reflection with confident eyes. This is it! I will put an end on this ice demon!

Pulling a piece of fur out of the wardrobe, I wrap around Lachril and Idhrendir to keep them warm, for what’s coming will freeze everything in this place.

“Istril! Do you have everything?” I asked a while picking Idhrendir and Glorfindel picks Lachril. The wails that came out from their little mouths were making us more nervous. “Yes, My Lady! Tunniel, come!” She grabs her daughter’s hand and follow us out of the room, to down the caves below the castle. Where we will keep the women and children there a while the battle occurs. The cave was carved by the Valar themselves. The dwarfs and elves helped too, putting spells and runes to protect the people inside.

Istril was going to stay there with Tunniel and the twins, protect them a while I and my husband fight the ice demons outside.

When we arrive at the cave, there was a sea of elves, humans, and dwarfs entering. I notice Queen Varda, Lady Nienna, Lady Este and Lord Tyrion helping the elders humans, who will stay inside with them to protect them. I stop by the huge iron doors and turn back, look down to my lovely daughter and kiss her soaked cheeks “Hush now, my little dragon...it’s alright. Nana and Ada will be back really fast.” I said with tears rising in my eyes. I look to my son, seeing Glorfindel say his goodbyes to him.

Walking to them, I cup Idhrendir chubby cheeks and stroke softly “My little dragon prince...you must be strong for your sister...Goodbye, ion nin.” I kiss each of his cheeks and smiled gently. Glorfindel kisses his daughter and whispers soft words in her ear, I notice a single tear falling down his cheek as he smiles softly to his daughter. I close my eyes, letting some tears falling a while I say my goodbyes to my children. Knowing that this might be the last time that we will be together again.

Giving one last kiss to each of my children, I put Lachril in Istril arms a while Glorfindel gives Idhrendir to Tunniel “Take care of them...Please!” I whisper to Istril. She nods and looks to me with firm eyes “I will!” with that I and Glorfindel turn back and walk out of the caves, hearing the wails and cries of our children. Don’t worry, my little dragons! This will be over soon.

When we were outside, most of our army was outside the gigantic stone walls, prepared for the battle. Aredhel and Maglor were waiting for us beside the dragons, wearing their elvish armor.

“Lady Daenys!” Aulë's voice boomed behind me. Turning around, I saw him wearing golden armor, with some runes carved in it. In his hands was a beautiful sword. It was all black, with some details in gold. At the end of the sword handle was a dragon head, with two rubies for eyes.

“I’ve made this for you. Her name is Eternal Rest. It was made to never miss her target...With her, you will achieve victory!” he said while putting the sword in my hands. To my surprise, the sword was light as a feather, making it easy to wheel it.

“Thank you, Lord Aulë! I will use it with honor.” I said while touching gently the sharp blade. He nods and wished me good luck, walking back to his post.

I put the sword on my waist and walked to the dragons, nodding gently to Aredhel and Maglor. Climbing to Drogon’s back, I grab tightly his spikes, waiting for the others to climb to their dragon’s back.

“Ready?” I asked to them. They all nod and with that order Drogon to fly to the stone wall, landing there with the rest of the dragons, waiting for Him to come.

I look in front of me and saw all the races in middle-earth standing there, full in armor, ready to die for their world. In the front was the elves along with the Valar and a small army of Balrogs that Morgoth made in such a small time. They are the ones with more battle experience and with more power to hold the dead. In the second row were the dwarfs and shapeshifters. Being a strong race, they could hold and kill the ones that had passed by the elves and the Valar. And last but not least, the third row was humans. Every single city and town of the race of men was here, standing proud and confident.

Turning my head to the side, I notice Maglor looking to his family in the first row. His grey eyes were full of concern. “Don’t worry, Maglor...They will be fine.” I said. He moves his gaze from his family to me and smiles a little “Yeah...I know--” he was cut off by the loud roar that Arcturion let out.

Tuning my head forward, I saw a dark fog coming closer to us. A cold wind starts blowing towards us furiously, making me hiss in pain by the small cuts that the ice made on my skin. I hear Manwë shouting some orders and some men screaming in fear, trying to run from their post but Morgoth would grab them by the neck and put them again in their places, growling loudly for them to stay in place.

The wind starts to be more violent, making almost hard to see. Gripping tightly the spikes of Drogon, “Let’s go!” with that he jumps to the air, flying us into the dark clouds. Glorfindel, Aredhel and Maglor were following me close behind. I need to find him first! Before he has the chance of killing everyone.

I look down, trying to see but I couldn’t see anything. Looking to Glorfindel, I nod and dive down “Dracarys” as Drogon hears the trigger word, he blows his fire to the ground, setting fire to everything under us. With the firelight, I could see the gigantic army of dead standing there looking at me with blank cold eyes. Why are they just standing there?

Suddenly, five huge worms jump from underneath the ground, attacking our army. I could hear the scream and battle cries from everyone. Maglor and Aredhel turn back and made their dragons to blow their fire, burning the worms. As I and Glorfindel were distracted, a large figure dives down to us, grabbing Drogon’s neck. I let out a scream and grab with all my strength to the spikes, for not to fall off Drogon’s back.

Looking up, I saw something that made my eyes full of tears. My once beautiful dragon, Rhaegal, was now one of them. That fucker!

Viseral strike him with his claws, making Rhaegal let go of Drogon's neck. A small gasp escapes from my lips as I see the person on Rhaegal’s back. Jon Snow... His skin was white as the snow and his brown eyes were now glowing blue. Some of his skin was rotting and falling down.

Glorfindel order’s Viseral to blow his fire, trying to burn the dead dragon. Shaking my head, I focus on the battle before me and join my husband on the fight. Drogon grabs Rhaegal neck and bite a piece of his skin.

Looking down, I saw that the army of dead has moved forward, attacking the living. In a panic, I try to think a way to end this fight with Jon. I need to find Brand! I look to Rhaegal’s wing and took a deep breath. I’m sorry, old friend...

“DRACARYS!” I yelled, making Drogon blow a huge hole on the dead dragon wing with his fire. Rhaegal loses balance and falls down along with Jon but I know that they aren’t dead yet. Turning my head back, I saw Aredhel and Maglor burning everything in front of our army, trying to make a wall of fire between the living and the dead.

The Balrogs were striking the dead with their fire whip. The Valar were using their powers in unison, blowing the enemy away but every time they clean a row of enemy’s army, another fill in. The eagles tried to take many of them in their claws but as they dive down, they were almost killed in an instant.

“We most find Brand!” I yelled at my husband. He looks around, his face contoured with fear “Yes...but we need to help them! Maglor and Aredhel can’t hold them alone!” his voice full of concern. Taking a deep breath, I look to the dark fog that was almost upon us. He’s in there...

“Go help them! I will go find him!” I yelled. He frowns at mine words and as he was about to arguer, Drogon flies into the dark fog, leaving behind a sorrowful elf.

A groan falls from my frozen lips as the frigid winds hit my face. Drogon’s scales started to froze, turning him almost blue. This isn’t good.

Suddenly, a frozen spear fly by us. I look down and saw Brand standing there with five more people. All of them with spears in their hands, looking at me with a wicked smile. Fuck!

They lift their hands and throw the ice spears at us. I make everything in my power to avoid them, making Drogon zig-zag through them but the last spear pierce through Drogon’s wing, making him fall down. The roar that he made was full of pain, my grip on his spikes was tight. No...No...NO!

A cry escapes from me as we collide into the ground. I roll down from his back and fall to the cold ground. In the distance, I could hear the screams and wails from the battlefield behind me. Looking to my side, a tear falls down my cheek, almost freezing with the cold around us. Drogon was lying on the floor with tired eyes, there was a big hole on his wing that was bleeding immense.

I stood up, walking towards him with shaking legs “Drogon! Come on!... Don’t close your eyes!” I shout to him. He wasn’t resisting to the cold, his fire was fading. Putting my hand on his frozen scales, I stroke him gently “Please...Don’t leave me!” I whisper, tears falling down freely on my cold cheeks. He rubs his snout into my belly, softs purr leaving from him like was trying to comfort me. I fall on my knees and rest my forehead on his scales, sobbing quietly “No...”

All the sudden, Drogon lift his head and let out a loud growl. Turning back, I saw Brand walking towards us, with his servants close behind. Drogon opens his mouth and with all his strength, he blows all his fire to them but as the fire dies out, a spear comes flying towards him, piercing through his thick skull, killing him instantly.

My body froze, my eyes wide and full of tears, staring to the corpse of my oldest friend and brother. I could hear the roars from my children, wailing from the death of their friend. Slowly, I lift my hand and put on his now cold scales. You can rest now, brother...Your work here is done.

Standing up slowly, I look to the Night King himself, my eyes full of rage and fire. Grabbing the handle of Eternal Rest, I took her out of my waist “You will pay!... YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHINGS THAT YOU’VE DONE!” I screamed, running towards him.

Brand smirks and motion with his head to his servants to kill me. They run to me, sharp swords on their hands. Lifting my sword high in the air, I strike to the first white-walker in front of me, stabbing his stomach. I took the sword from the corpse and block the blow from other walker, I kicking him and cut his head off.

A hiss fell from my lips as I feel a sharp blade pierce my shoulder. Turning back, I punch the ice demon away from me and stab him in the heart. My breath was coming out in small puffs, my face was stinging from the ice-cold.

“Well, well, well...I’m impressed!” Brand said, walking slowly to me. His voice made my blood boil. Gripping tightly the handle of my sword, I start running towards him. A scream left from me as an ice spike shot from the floor, piercing through my right thigh. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and broke the spike.

My vision starts becoming blurry and my surroundings begin to spin around. Shaking my head, I rub my hand on my forehead and glare to him. Do not die, Daenys! Not before you kill him!

Limping, I drag myself to him. “I see that the fire inside you haven’t yet extinguished.” he said with a smirk on his face. Ignoring his words, I lift my sword but he grabs my hand and stabs my sword on my stomach, giving me a large wound.

Shoving me aside, he passes by me, a wicked smile on his face, seeing the living losing in the distance. I fall on the floor with a loud gasp, blood flowing out of my wound and mouth.

“You could never win...I have the power to see the past and the future. I saw my victory and the worlds that I had conquer.” he said with his back towards me. Taking that opportunity, I stood up slowly. Groaning as I took the sword out of me. He was still talking but I couldn’t focus on anything besides killing him.

“This world will be min--” I cut him off by stabbing my sword on his back, piercing through his frozen flesh. He turns his head slowly to me, his eyes wide. “Y..You didn’t see that coming!” I said weakly, a smirk on my lips.

His body starts breaking, shattered in million pieces. Falling on my knees, I let out a relieved breath. Looking to Drogon, I drag myself to his body. My face full of tears, I rest my back on his cold neck “It’s over...It’s finally over.” my voice weak and tired. I started coughing blood, my all body was sore and heavy.

Closing my eyes, I feel the fire inside me fading. Smiling weakly “I’m sorry my golden flower....take care of our children...” and that were my last words.

(Glorfindel P.O.V)

“DRACARYS!” I yelled, making Viseral blow all his fire to the ice monster bellow us. They have passed through the first rows and some of them are inside the castle. Aredhel and Maglor are hold up well, burning every monster that they can.

Suddenly I feel a massive pain in my heart, spreading sorrow through my body. Putting my hand on my chest, I let out a groan. What’s this?

All at once, I hear the people cheering and relief cries. Looking down, I saw the ice demons falling down like ragdolls. She did it! The dark clouds and fog start vanishing, letting the bright sun shining in all the middle-earth lands.

Confused, I look around to see if I get sight of Drogon but I don’t see him anywhere. Frowning, I order Viseral to fly were Daenys had gone, Maglor and Aredhel close behind me. Where is she?

After some time of flying, I saw Drogon’s body lying down on the ground. No...It can’t be possible! Viseral, Daenerion and Arcturion land beside his corpse. I jump down from Viseral and run to the small figure beside the dragon corpse.

“NO!...DAENYS!” I pick her small body, seeing a large wound on her stomach and an ice spike on her leg. Her brown skin was now pale and cold as ice, her vibrant violet eyes were now colorless, the fire in them have faded.

I put my soaked face on her cold neck, sobbing and pleading to have her back. The dragons let out a painful wail, mourning the death of their mother and friend. “Melleth nin...please don’t leave me...” I sobbed into her body, smelling her sweet scent. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, looking up I saw Maglor and Aredhel with a teary smile, trying to comfort me but not having the right words.

After some time being there, crying on the shoulder of my dead lover. The Valar and all the races were there, mourning the loss of middle-earth savior.

“Rest now, melleth nin...we are okay now...you saved us...” I whisper to her ear.

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Looking at my reflection, seeing my ocean blue eyes were now dull and my face was pale. Today is the funeral of my beloved and everyone will be there to say goodbye to the champion of middle-earth.

I was wearing a long black robe, with three red dragons knitted on the back. My golden hair was styled like my lover people, full of braids.

A small cry grabbed my attention, turning back I see my little dragons looking at me with their violet eyes full of sorrow. Smiling gently, I walk to them and pick them up “Shh...it’s okay my sweet children.” I hush them, kissing softly each of them. Lachril looks to me with her big teary eyes and wrap her chubby arms around my neck, sobbing into the robe. Idhrendir cuddle into my chest, crying silently.

There is a soft knock on the door “Come in.” I said quietly. The doors open and Ecthelion comes in “It’s time, Mellon nin.” he said, his voice full of sorrow. I nod and follow him outside with the twins in my arms.

The funeral will occur on the same place she died...the place where she had killed the Night King.

When we arrive, everyone was already there with a sorrowful face. The dragons were also there, flying above us in circles, watching the ceremony from the sky. I walked to the front and a small gasp escape from me.

On the place where Daenys and Drogon are buried, is a monumental statue of her and Drogon. She was wearing her armor and on her hands was Eternal Rest, her sword. Around her is Drogon, his large head was over her, making look that they were almost one.

“The Valar did this in her honor.” Ecthelion told me, seeing my awe face. I nod and hug tightly the twins.

Once everyone was there, the Valar walk forward along with Morgoth. Manwë looks to everyone “We are gathered in this hour to say our goodbyes and thanks to the champion of middle-earth...The woman that comes to this world with nothing but a dragon. The woman who had saved lives all around middle-earth, not wanting anything in return...The woman who had sacrificed herself to save us.” his voice echoed around all the lands, so every being heard the lament of the loss of their champion.

(Here you should play this song. It's the song that the Valar are singing.)

I let out a sob as heard the Valar singing their lament. All the memories of her came to me, her smile, the sound of her laugh. How she would always frown her silver brows whenever she could understand something...How good her touch felt on my naked skin, the sensation her soft lips on mine.

Looking up, I watch the sun shining bright on her statue. Red roses were growing on the base of the statue, vining around it.

My dragon Queen...you will be always in my heart...I love you.

Hey Guys!!! Well....that was sad. There will be one more chapter so stay tuned for that. I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Final Chapter

Sequel Here

Masterlist

Warnings: a little bit of angst

Words 1k

One hundred years have passed and there wasn’t a single day that I haven’t missed my love. After the great battle and Daenys funeral, I and the twins along with Istril and Tunniel and Maglor stayed in middle-earth a while the Valar took the rest of the elves back to Valinor together with Morgoth and Sauron, making middle-earth a safe place again.

Idhrendir and Lachril were now in their teenage years, they have grown strong and intelligent like their mother. It’s was a big challenge to raise two babies alone but I had help from everyone. Istril and Maglor would often babysit them for me to rest a little. Gandalf would teach them valyrian and the culture of their mother since he was the only one that knew most of her language and culture. Elrond and his children would help me through my mourn, always trying to cheer me and take me for hunts. But still was difficult to deal with her death though I had to be strong for my children, I had to take care of them and spoil them with all the love I could give.

Lachril was a copy of Daenys in appearance, long silver hair and two big violet eyes. But in personality, she was me. Always joking around and with a positive attitude. She had the greatness of friendship with Daenerion, they were always together. I even had to kick him out of her room once.

Idhrendir was to a copy of his mother but he had more features similar to mine. His personality was something I didn’t know who it came because he was a very calm elf. He was always tucked in the library, learning new languages and new cultures. He also had learned play the harp with Maglor and some of the elves in Rivendell said he was almost good as Maglor.

“Ada! Are you coming?” Lachril voice sounded behind me. Today is the anniversary of Daenys and it’s our tradition to spend the day in the skies, honoring her day with the dragons. And in a way, it’s something that makes me feel closer to her.

Smiling gently, I turn back, seeing her and Idhrendir waiting for me by the garden door. “Yes, my sweet dragon.” my voice soft and calm, taking the silver ring by the bedside table. I put the delicate ring that had the symbol of the House Targaryen on my finger and walk outside to where my children were waiting for me by the dragons.

Lachril and Idhrendir climb to their dragons, Daenerion and Arcturion. Lifting my hand, stroke softly Viseral warm scales “Ready for a ride, Mellon nin?” I asked a while climbing to his back, grabbing tightly the spikes on his back. Viseral let out a soft purr and shook his head, making me jump a little.

Looking to the side, I notice Lachril joking around with her twin brother. “When are you going to ask Tunniel's hand in marriage, Brother?” she said with a pleasing smirk on her lips, her violet eyes shining with mischief. Idhrendir roll his eyes and huff “Shut up, Lachril! Mind your own business!” he said with his cheeks turning red.

He and Tunniel have been spending some good time alone, going for long walks in the garden together or him playing some romantic melody for her. I and Istril have already made plans for a wedding in the future since the two young elves are almost inseparable.

“Lachril! Leave your brother alone. He will ask her when it’s the right time.” I said with a smirk, making her roll her eyes and murmuring something under her breath. Looking up to the bright blue sky “Well...Let’s celebrate your Mother's Day!” with that Viseral jumps in the air, flying us into the beautiful blue sky. Lachril and Idhrendir were on each side, with gentle smiles on their faces.

They don’t have a lot of memories of their mother but they said that they remember her gentle voice when she sang softs lullabies to them and how her laugh always made a pleasure sensation spread through their little bodies.

Closing my eyes softly, a sweet smile forms on my face. The fresh wind hitting on my face, the sunlight bathes us in warm and making my hair look more golden.

The sound of pure laugh and cheering made my smile grew bigger. Looking to the side, I see my children making loops and making huge dives in the air. They have your laugh, melleth nin...

Cleaning a small tear from my eye, I join them on the game making them squeal and trying to run from me. I lift my head and look too vast lands, seeing in the distance the monumental statue of Daenys and Drogon. I feel more tears trying to escape from my ocean blue eyes, my smile drops a little at the sight of her tomb.

Happy Birthday, My Dragon Queen! We will be reunited someday again...Im mel cin, melleth nin! (I love you, my love!)

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Dracarys

Chapter One

Lachril Targaryen x ?

Game of thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Words: 2k

Prologue

The sound of the gentle song from the morning birds made a small peaceful smile on Glorfindel's face, feeling the first warm rays of sunlight bathe his large room. Opening his ocean blue eyes, he turns his head towards the open door, which leads to the marble balcony, and saw the beautiful blue sky. Seeing some fluffy white clouds floating lazily on the sapphirine canvas.

A deep sigh fell from his thin lips as he pushes away from his face some pieces of his golden hair. Has much life in Middle-Earth have been peaceful, a sorrowful feeling hovered on Glorfindel’s mind. Every single day, the King of I Lúg Post missed his Dragon Queen, the love of his life.

Nightmares from the battle against the dead still plague his dreams, making his cold nights sleepless. Watching the empty space on the large bed beside him, wishing that one day he would wake up with the beautiful smile of his love... Daenys Targaryen.

Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, the Elven King sat on the bed with a tired sigh. His ocean blue eyes fixed on the empty cold spot on the bed, where his Dragon Queen would sleep beside him. He put his large hand on the cold sheets, stroking gently the soft fabric.

“How I miss you, Melleth nin... every single day...” he whispers with a single tear falling down his pale cheek.

Closing his eyes, Glorfindel turn away from the empty space on the bed, knowing that she would not answer him with her melodic voice.

Standing up, the elven king begins to get ready for the day.

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“LACHRIL!!” Maedhros’s voice echoed in the dining room as he barges in. His handsome face covered with little hair draws, making him look that had a dwarf beard.

The room was filled with laughs when the other elves saw the furious red-hair elf stomping into the room, especially his brothers. Even Lord Fëanor had a smile on his stern face.

In the corner of the room, hiding behind the curtains, was the silver troublemaker. Little giggles fell from Lachril’s lips as she sees her marvelous job on the angry elf.

The young princess was wearing her travel clothes, black trousers and a long beautiful shirt which resemble her mother’s and grandmother’s clothes. The Targaryen girl was a nightmare to her handmaidens, not wanting to wear fancy dresses or pass her days knitting with the rest of the Ladies. Instead, she spent her days on Daenerion’s back, her loyal mount.

Maedhros’s eyes follow the sound of her giggling and walk quickly towards the young princess. “Do you think it’s funny?! I can’t take this damn thing off!” he said while pointing to the fake beard on his face, making a fit of laugh escape from Lachril’s lips.

Her violet eyes were full of tears as she bends over with her arms around her stomach, laughing like a mad woman.

“Y..Yes!” she wheezes.

The red-hair elf grunted under his breath and glare to the silver-hair girl before him.

“You look good, Nelya!” Celegorm said while cleaning some tears from his eyes, making his older brother snarl at him.

“Shut up, Celegorm! Mind your own business” Maedhros said while trying to clean off the fake beard with his large hands, rubbing harshly.

“Well, brother... it’s my business since I helped Lady Lachril.” Celegorm’s voice was full of mischief, his face smug.

“I’m gonna kill you! Both of you!” the red-hair elf said, walking towards his seat at the table.

After everyone calms down, they return to their own business. Lachril walked to her seat, beside her twin brother. Idhrendir sigh and shook his head, making some piece of his silver hair fall down his shoulders.

“What?” she asked while filling her plate with fruits and some warm bread.

“Nothing...Just thinking that you should be more polite to our guests since you’re a princess, Sister.” Idhrendir said to his twin sister, his voice a little stern.

Since they were children, they were completely different. Idhrendir was a light warm breeze flowing down a valley while Lachril was a wild fire.

“Well, brother. I’m perfectly being a great host since I could make all our guests laugh and bring tears of joy to their eyes.” She said while eating a piece of apple, humming in pleasure as she feels the sweet flavor spreading in her tongue.

“At least you could wear something more... presentable, Sister.” He said as Tunniel grabbed his attention.

Ignoring his last comment, Lachril’s eyes wander around the large table, seeing people laughing and chatting cheerfully with one another. Her violet eyes stopped on a certain black-haired elf, Caranthir.

The Feanor son was a very strange elf to Lachril. From all the seven brothers, he was the most peculiar one. The black-haired elf was always on a corner of the room, shying away from everyone. Every time that his and Lachril locked, Caranthir turns into a blushing mess. Maglor and Celegorm once said that before he was a savage elf, not having any mercy to anyone. His temper was short and exploded by the smallest things.

Lachril was shocked when she heard this, surprise that such shy elf was like this before.

Looking down to the empty seat beside her, Lachril frown as she notices that her father hasn’t come out of his chambers yet.

“Where is ada?” She asked her twin brother, who was feeding romantically Tunniel.

“Don’t know... maybe he’s still asleep,” Idhrendir said white his violet eyes fixed on his love beside him.

As Lachril was about grabbing her twin attention again, the two large doors open. The silver-haired girl's eyes lit up as she saw her father walking into the room, a small smile on his pale lips.

“Good morning, Ada!” She said cheerfully as Glorfindel sat on his seat beside his lovely daughter.

“Good morning, my children. Why Lord Maedhros have a beard?” Glorfindel’s voice was calm and soft but Lachril notices a little mocking in there.

Smirking happily, she throws some of her silver hair behind her small back and giggles quietly as Idhrendir rolls his eyes.

“Well, that’s a long story,” Lachril said while waving to Maedhros.

Glorfindel sigh and shook his head with a smile on his handsome face, his daughter will be his death with all her pranks.

“Ada. Today we have a meeting with the Lords from the nearby villages.” Idhrendir said.

Nodding, Glorfindel thank his son and continue with his breakfast, seeing Lachril pouting on her seat.

“What is it, my lovely daughter?” He asked with a smirk on his lips, knowing exactly what’s she was about to say.

“We were supposed to go for a ride today... I didn’t know that you have another meeting...” she grumbles.

“Well... how about you go first and then i and your brother will join you in the skies? Maybe you could introduce Caranthir to Daenerion and for a ride together.” With his last words, Lachril’s eyes lit up again, filled with happiness and mischief. “But don’t scare the poor elf, Lachril.” He said with his golden eyebrow lifted.

“Yes, Ada!” She said while getting up from her seat, walking towards the Feanor sons.

“Melleth nin, could we go for a short walk before the meeting?” Glorfindel heard Tunniel’s soft voice, looking to his son with her eyes filled with love.

“Of course, my love... See you at the meeting, Ada!” His son said while grabbing Tunniel’s small hand, walking out the busy room.

Glorfindel nods, his ocean blue eyes following his children walking out of the room. A tired sigh escapes from his lips, his shining eyes looking down to his plate. His stomach was empty but he didn’t feel the need to eat.

He knows that something was wrong with him... his fea was fading. Without his love beside him, Glorfindel couldn’t feel himself like before. Even when he had died on the first age and return again to Middle-Earth, he didn’t feel this way.

“You need to be strong, Mellon nin... your children still need you.” Ecthelion’s voice grabs his attention, making him move his gaze from his plate to his best friend.

Ecthelion’s eyes were full of concern, his delicate brows twisted in a frown. Glorfindel nods and straight up his back, sitting more comfortable on his seat.

“I know... but it’s so difficult. Every night, my dreams are plagued by her face...by her lifeless eyes looking at me as I hold her cold body.” Glorfindel’s voice trembles a little, trying to not let his tears fall down.

Ecthelion nods and puts his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Maybe you should go talk to Queen Varda or Irmo... They could help with your dreams, Mellon nin.”

Glorfindel took a sip from his juice and stood up. Looking down at his best friend, he gave him a gentle smile but still Ecthelion could see his eyes were dull. “I will see if I have time to go see them...Now if you excuse me, I’m late for my meeting.” With that, Glorfindel left the room. Leaving behind a concern elf.

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter26

Masterlist

Warnings: a bit of fluff, Daenys being sassy to Thranduil

Words: 1.500

Sweeping the sweat of my forehead with the back of my hand, a gentle smile forms on lips as I see my little daughter wiggling her chubby arms, happy to have a clean diaper “Who’s my cute little dragon?...it’s you!” I said with a baby voice, blowing a raspberry on her tiny cheek, making her let out a squeal.

I turn my head to the side, seeing Istril finishing dressing Idhrendir. His violet eyes were set on me, watching me with a frown on his cute face. A chuckle escapes from me as I lean down to give a kiss on his cheek “And so do you, my little flame.” he let out a small giggle and grab a piece of my silver hair, pulling it softly.

“There! All clean and ready!” Istril said while kissing his chubby hands. Tunniel walks to us, with her hands behind her back “What do you have there, Tunniel?” I asked, putting Lachril beside her twin brother. The young girl looked to the twins than to me with a timid smile on her lips “I’ve got something for the twins...I hope they like it.” she said shyly, shoving two toys on my hands.

I look down at my hands, observing what seems handmade toys. They were two little doll dragons. One was all black, with two little stones for eyes, painted with violet paint.

Daenerion.

The other was orange, almost copper. It had some dark strikes down his little body and his eyes were a vibrant green.

Arcturion.

“Tunniel...This is amazing! Did you do this all by yourself?” I asked in awe, wondering how a child could do such good work like this. She lifted her head to me, a proud smile on her face and her ice-blue eyes shining with mischief and joy “Yes! All by myself!” she said, putting her small hands on her waist.

I heard Istril coughing behind me, turning back I saw her looking to her daughter with a lifted brow “Tunnile!” she warned. The young child groans and lets out a huff “I did with the help of Lord Maglor...he did the most of the work...” I let out a giggle and put Daenerion’s doll on Lachril’s side and Arcturion’s doll on Idhrendir’s side. They grab their new toys and start playing with it and hugging them, babbling stuff to their new friends.

“Thank you, Tunnile. It’s a lovely gift.” I said while petting her head. She lets out a giggle and sat beside the twins, watching them playing together.

I turn to Istril, staring at her with a smirk “So... you and Maglor?” her cheeks turned bright red, making her look like a tomato. She puts a piece of hair behind her pointy ear “Well...ah...we are just...good friends.” she says, trying to hide a grin behind her hand. I let out a chuckle and shake my head “Yeah, ‘Friends’...Don’t let him escape from your hand. He’s a good man and will make you and Tunniel happy...you deserve it, Istril.” I notice a tear falling down her eye, she gave me a gentle smile and bow her head “Thank you, My Lady.”

I walk to my children and gave each one a kiss “Nana has to go and teach some elves to fly...Be good a while I'm good, my little dragons!” I said to them, seeing them kicking their little legs and babbling at me.

Walking to the door of mine and Glorfindel chambers, I wave them goodbye and left the room, to go to the meeting spot outside.

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Since the news of Gondor and the orders of Manwë, everyone is going crazy. All I could see as I walk down the halls was servants and soldiers running around. Preparing for the long night that was coming. A ball of fear and nervous was forming on my belly, the thoughts of what is coming made my body shiver.

When I arrived outside, I noticed a bunch of elves waiting there, mostly were feanorians. I saw Glorfindel, Maglor, and Aredhel beside the dragons, laughing at some joke that my husband must have told.

Putting a smile on my face, I start walking towards them but a large figure blocks me from them. Looking up, I feel my guts twisting around, my blood turning into liquid fire.

Thranduil...

“Lady Daenys! It’s been some time. How have you been?” he said with a polite smile but I notice some lust in his cold eyes. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Legolas standing beside his mother, the two of them smiling and talking.

“Hello, King Thranduil...I’ve been good, helping the soldiers and the Valar with some plans for the battle...a while raising my children and YOUR daughter.” as I said that, his nostrils flare and his eyes got darker.

“How do you know about that?!” he whispers to me, his voice was full of fear and sorrow. I look into his ice-blue eyes “It doesn’t matter now but I want you to know something...After this battle is over, I don’t want to see your face or for you to talk to the child and mother that you left to die in your forest! If you ever try to come closer to them, I will have you burn into ashes!... I don’t want your daughter to know that the marvelous King Thranduil is her father, who left her and her mother to live an awful life because of him. They are now under the care of the House Targaryen.” my words came out full of venom but the smile on my face never broke, making it look that we are having a nice talk.

His face was pale as the moon, I noticed his hands shaking and his forehead begins to sweat. “It’s was good to see you again, King Thranduil!...” with that I walk past him and went to my lovely husband and my friends.

When Glorfindel saw me, he wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me into a gentle kiss. We pull back when we heard Aredhel giggling and Maglor coughing a little, his cheeks were beginning turning red. “Ohh...sorry!” I said a while giggling, straightening my back, I clap my hands together, a huge smirk on my face “Who’s ready to fly?” I said cheerfully.

I heard Glorfindel chuckle as I see the nervous face of Aredhel and Maglor “Ah..W..We are?!...” Maglor said, putting a fake smile on his face to try to hide his fear.

Chuckling, I climb to Drogon’s back, which Glorfindel does the same with Viseral. I look down “Go on! They don’t bite!” my voice was full mischief. Oh, this is going to be good!

Aredhel climb to Daenerion’s back with no problem, mimic me of my position. Maglor, on the other hand, was a little clumsy. Not knowing where to hold on and almost falling down from Arcturion’s back, “So graceful, Brother!” Celegorm said sarcastically, making everyone laugh.

Maglor roll his grey eyes and grab Arcturion’s spikes “Now what?” he asked, looking to me. Smirking, I look forward and grab tightly Drogon’s spikes “Now hold on!” with that Drogon flies into the bright blue sky, with the other dragons follow us close behind.

I start laughing as I heard Aredhel and Maglor yelling and shouting curses. Looking back, I saw Glorfindel flying beside me with his face full of joy and excitement, like a child in a candy shop. He is really enjoying this!

We have been flying for some hours and at that time, I've been trying to teach them the basics to control the dragons in battle.

When we were flying by some dead trees, I look back at them “Repeat after me!...DRACARYS!” as they said that word, the dragons blow their fire to everything bellow us. Aredhel starts cheering loudly and Maglor stays looking down to fire in awe.

After a while of flying around and blowing things, we land on a large clearing, to let the dragons rest for a bit.

“That was awesome!!! Let’s do it again!” Aredhel said, her voice full of excitement. A giggle escaped from me, seeing the pale face of Maglor. “Are you alright, Maglor?” Glorfindel asked a while stroking gently Viseral warm scales.

He nods and took a deep breath “Yeah...It’s just...this was incredible! I’ve never felt so alive before!” his voice was weak, full of sorrow but at the same time happy. I could sense his feelings trying to come out from his little bubble.

As they were talking to each other, I feel something cold land on my face. Looking around, a small gasp escapes from my lips as I see tiny snowflakes falling around us. Glorfindel and Maglor stop talking, watching the pure white pearls falling around us.

“They are here...” I whisper, shivering as a gust of cold wind passes through us.

“The dead are already here!” with my words, Glorfindel, Aredhel, and Maglor look to me with a pale face. Fear spreading through their bodies. It’s time...

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter25

Masterlist

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFFF, babies are cute 😋😋, a little bit of angst

Words: 1,722

The sound of a small cry woke me up from heavy slumber. I try to open my eyes but I feel them weighting like two rocks were on top of them. All my body felt like I was run through an army of Dothraki. Then I heard a familiar voice, singing a soft lullaby, making the tiny cry stop.

Glorfindel...

Taking a deep breath, I focus all my strength on opening my eyes, trying to crack them open. After a while of struggling to move my body, my eyes open a little. The first thing that I noticed was my husband figure sitting beside my bed, with a small blue bundle on his large arms. I could feel tears rising up in my eyes, hearing how gentle was Glorfindel’s voice, making our son looking to him with sleepy eyes. My boys...

A groan escapes from me as I try to sit up, making Glorfindel turn his head so fast that I thought that it would break his neck.

“Melleth nin!” his voice was full of relief and joy. He leans his head forward, resting his forehead on mine. Then slowly, his soft lips caress mine, kissing me gently. When he pulled back, I saw a small tear falling down his cheek “Please...Don’t scare me like that again!” he said with a shaking voice. I look to his ocean blue eyes and cup his cheek softly with my hand “Y..You were go..gone for tw..two hours, Daenys!” tears were now running down freely on his cheeks, his voice was weak, making my heartbreak in two.

“Lady Estë told me that you didn’t stop bleeding...you were fading away...” he took a deep breath, “I thought I've lost you...forever.” he said a while giving a gentle kiss.

I stroke gently his cheek, cleaning away his tears “I’m sorry for scaring you, my love...but I'm alright now, ready for another battle!” he chuckles a little with my words. A small smile appears on my lips “Also...it takes a lot to kill this dragon!” I said with a smirk, he rolls his beautiful eyes and kisses my forehead “I know.”

Suddenly a cry of protest grabbed my attention, I look down at my husband's arms and saw my little boy wiggling his tiny chubby arms to me, his violet eyes wide open.

“Oh, my sweet child!” I said a while picking him up, resting his silver head on my arm. He looks to me with his big eyes full of wisdom and love “What should we name them?” Glorfindel asks me a while picking up our daughter from her crib. He put her on my other arm, I look to her and saw a huge smile on her little pink lips, gurgling on her drool. Her violet eyes burned like a blazing fire but also full of mischief and passion “Her eyes shine with an endless fire. She will be strong and will show passion in the needy...Her name will be Lachril, The Burning Maiden.” with her name, Lachril let out a content squeal and wiggle her chubby legs, making a giggle escapes from my lips.

Then I look to my little boy, who was calmly observing me “He was born yesterday but his eyes could tell you a hundred tales. He will be wise and lead his people to victory...His name will be Idhrendir, The Wise One.” I see a small smile appearing on his soft lips, happy with his name.

I hear Glorfindel repeating their names, the words left his lips like a prayer. I move my gaze from my children to him, seeing a huge grin on his face “Lachril and Idhrendir! I like those names.” he said gently, stroking Lachril’s cheek gently.

We stay the rest of the day cuddling and spoiling our children with love. Istril, Aredhel, and Maglor came to visit, as well the House of Fëanor and some of the Valar. The twins succeeded charm all the elves in the room, having them wrapped around on their little fingers.

After they left, Gandalf enters the room. A huge smile broke on my lips “Gandalf!” my voice full of happiness. He smiled and sat on the chair beside my bed “Daenys! Long-time no see.” he then looks to the pink and blue buddles on my arms “How the little ones are doing?” I look down at them and smile “They are good...tired from all the new faces that they met.” as I said that, Lachril let out a tiny yawn and cuddle her cute face into my chest.

“I'm amazed by how you have brought everyone back to middle-earth... I wasn’t expecting the Valar join the battle.” he said with a serious face. I put the twins on their crib, Idhrendir grabs his sister's hand, cuddling into her side. Then I walk to my husband and look to the old man before me, smiling gently “Me neither...i thought that they only help by giving us weapons or advises but they insisted to join us in this battle.” I said a while smiling to Glorfindel, who was grinning like a dork to our children.

“Well... I must go now. I only wished to see you and your children...Far well, Daenys!” with that he left the room, leaving us to get some rest.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

A month has passed and the twins were more active. Lachril has the lungs of a singer, her cries could wake all middle-earth. The first nights were hell for us, nothing could calm her down except Daenerion.

On one cold night, I was in the garden with her, trying to calm down her cries. All a sudden, I saw Daenerion landing before us, making Lachril look up to him.

Her loud cries ceased as he moves closer to us, purring softly. I notice him rubbing his warm snout on her little feet, making her let out an excited squeal. His bright violet eyes looking to her with love and gentleness. She let out a giggle when her small hand touched his scales, petting him gently.

After that night, Daenerion would come to rescue us whenever Lachril had a tantrum.

While her brother was the complete opposite. He was a little angel. Glorfindel and I surprised for how calm he was, always quiet, looking at his surroundings, observing everything. Sometimes scared me of how quiet he was, I would get up in the middle of the night just to see if he was alive. Glorfindel even poked his side once to see if he was okay, which made him woke up with a little tantrum.

A gentle giggle escapes from me, seeing Glorfindel blowing raspberries on Lachril’s chubby belly, making her squeal loudly. I look down to Idhrendir, who was on my arms looking to his sister with a frown on his little face “What’s the matter, ion nin?” he looks to me with his big violet eyes and let out a huff, almost looking like he was crossing his tiny arms in annoyance.

I look to his ada and sister playing together “Ohh...Do you also want raspberries?” I said with a giggle. I saw a small smile on his face and put his back on my legs, pushing up his little shirt.

Taking a deep breath, I lean down and blow a huge raspberry on his soft belly, making a loud laugh escaped from his mouth. Giggling, I started tickling his sides, making him wiggle his tiny arms and legs, trying to push me away.

I was engrossed with my son that I didn’t notice Istril running to us with a pale face “My Lady!” I turn my head to her, noticing Glorfindel walk towards us with Lachril in his arms “What’s wrong, Istril?” I asked quickly.

“King Manwë and Morgoth have returned from Mordor...The dead have taken over of all that place, they almost killed Sauron!” with her words, I shot up from my seat “What?! Where are they now?” my voice was firm and full of concern. “They are in the healing wing, Lady Estë is bandaging Sauron.” I nod and give her Idhrendir “Could you please watch the twins for a moment?” I asked as Glorfindel gave her Lachril so she had one twin in each arm, she nods quickly and I run inside, with Glorfindel close behind me.

When we arrive, I saw the Valar standing outside the room with a serious face “What happens?” I asked.

They all turn to me, Manwë took a step forward and let out a sigh “They are coming...There isn’t much time. By nightfall of the next day, they will be here, with a large army.” he said with a serious voice.

“But we need to warn the other cities and villages! Do we even have enough weapons and armor?” I blurt out, fear spreading through my body. “Eönwë it has already warned everyone and Aulë, with the help of the feanorians had made enough weapons for our army...It’s time for our battle.” I nod and grab Glorfindel’s arm, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, we heard the sound of small feet running to us. Turning around, I saw Tyrion with a pale face “Gondor is gone!” with his words, everyone went silent. Fear spreading around the room “What?!” Morgoth's voice was light as a feather.

“The survivors have arrived now...They said a dark fog attacked the city, killing everything that breathes.” Tyrion said quickly, sweat running down his face. Everyone looks to Manwë, waiting for his orders.

“Most of the elves are here together with the humans and dwarfs. The King of Mirkwood will arrive tomorrow morning...Mithrandir and others Maiar’s are protecting the hobbits and others race that don’t fight.” he said more to himself, rubbing his chin a while walking back and forward “Tell everyone to prepare to fight! Put the women and the children in a safe place!... Say goodbyes now to your loved ones for I don’t know if we will win.” with that he turns back and leaves the room.

I look to Glorfindel with tears on my eyes, “Everything will be okay...There still hope, Melleth nin.” he said with a gentle voice, cupping my cheeks on his large hands. I nod and rest my forehead on his, feeling a tear falling down my cheek.

I will do anything to save this world...even if it takes my life.

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