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saelwen · 4 years

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Chapter One

Lachril Targaryen x ?

Game of thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

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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

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.

Hey Beautiful People!!! Here's a new chapter of the sequel of The Last Dragon!! I hope you like this chapter. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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