THE BLUE TARGARYEN || The Rings of Power

The World of Unfinished Tales

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|| MORNING CAME, AND THE SAME MADE LAND. Galadriel and Halbrand went forward to the boat to see the beautiful landscape. Over the coast they were now approaching flew something familiar, a black beast with mighty wings.

"There is princess Aelora," Halbrand whispered as he could see the dragon Kronos more clearly and his rider sitting there, proud as if she was made to sit on a dragon's back.

"she is quite simply a sight you never get tired of," said Galadriel with a slightly playful undertone since she felt that Halbrand had already grown fond of the princess. But could she judge him? no. the young elf woman could not say no to the fact that she had also grown fond of Aelora in the little time they had spent together.

She had become a person Galadriel could go to and trust to be there. Soon they came closer to the coast, and Elendil called to his men to get the boat ready. He walked up to his passengers with a smile "missed these shores have you, Galadriel?" he said, and the golden-haired elf smiled at him back.

"Missed? no, I don't know. I have a task here that isn't finished yet. But miss it; I don't know if I've done it" Elendil nodded and returned to his position on the boat. Now Aelora and Kronos were above them, flying around in circles to scare away attackers and keep a view.

But also because it was time to land as soon as the boat came ashore.

And soon, it happened, and Kronos let himself land on the soft sand and lowered his head so his loving rider could dismount. Call for me if you need me, princess, he said in her mind through their bond before he took to the air and disappeared of many of the crew.

Aelora crossed to the boat as a limb was flung down and hit the edge of the sand with a dull thud. "welcome to land, my friends," she said, wrapping her arms around Galadriel in a friendly, warm hug. The elf returned the hug rather quickly. Then it was Halbrand's turn. he was a little careful about touching the princess but hugged her anyway.

"Kronos is flying in advance to scout out good spots for the long hours of the night. So we can start getting further into the country when you are ready," she said as she left the hug. Galadriel and Halbrand nodded before all 3 of them turned to Elendil as he walked down the reading limb and to the sand.

"It has been an honor to have you in Númenor, and I hope your paths cross realms again," he said, bowing, the three following suit. "we will remember you, Elendil," Aelora said, giving the captain a smile which he returned. Then the trio began their adventure into Middle Earth.

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The day passed, and the trio soon found themselves in the mountains that were not ravaged by orcs or worse creatures. Kronos had told Aelora that it was wise to take a break. They had traveled on foot all day, and he could feel their weary spirits.

Halbrand and Galadriel didn't like being at the mountain since it was closer to The Southlands, but they were going there. The only thing they lacked now was an army. But that Aelora said she could find. Maybe not as good as Galadriel's, but better than nothing and with powers, no ordinary could dream of.

"What kind of powers do these men you speak of have?" Galadriel asked as they had finally set up camp for the day. Kronos had come down from the sky with a large deer buck in his claws.

The 3 of them ate it now. "well," the princess began with a soft smile. She hadn't seen her father's army since the horse riders loyal to him were dead. But she had some alliances in Westeros nonetheless. "they are not like elves, of course. They are more deadly in that context but are robust and know how to fight. At home in my kingdom, we call them the Wolves from the North."

Galadriel nodded as her friend continued to explain her warriors. Halbrand just sat and listened. "You must have a good king for such warriors to be found among you," He said finally, and Aelora and Galadriel looked at him. Aelora gave him a sad, twisted smile. "we have no king. These warriors are loyal to my family and me. Their king is dead, and therefore his son is next," she sighed before calling Kronos, who came at once dipped his head down to her and let the black-red crack his muzzle against his master's shoulder.

You should tell them, princess, they deserve to know now. He said in her mind, and she sighed.

She turned to her friends again, her face in a serious expression. "what I tell you now must not go beyond your ears. My kingdom is not too proud of this," they nodded. Aelora took a deep breath before plunging into her family's story, the Targaryens. About how everything had fallen to blood and anger and desolation.'

Only because their then king was slowly but surely going mad. The House of the dragon was separated, exterminated, and left to look after a kingdom that fell into the wrong hands. But they could do nothing about it. Not until their rightful avengers had been born.

And it was Aelora. But also, her cousin, Daenerys Stormborn, was on a boat heading to Westeros to take back the throne her family had.

And should this end in fire and blood, she will soon see her cousin.

The dragon is never dead, and fire cannot take its life.

The fire lives on, and so does the dragon.

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