In the end, Daenerys Targaryen, First of her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, sat on the Iron Throne for less than a moonturn when news came that The Others were seen around the Trident.
Daenerys might have not believed, if not for the man before her, Ser Jorah Mormont, was the one reporting the reappearance of The Others : "I bring some terrible news, Your Grace. As you bid me, I travelled through the Riverlands to see their rebuilding efforts and I started hearing rumours. I did not believe what I heard at first. I was there and saw when Prince Jon Targaryen defeated the White Walkers. We evacuated Winterfell and reached White Harbour because of their sacrifice. They were gone. And yet, it is true...the rumours were true. " Ser Jorah paused, trying to recompose himself :" I saw them myself, Your Grace : some White Walkers travelling stealth, going south, avoiding engaging in battle, refusing to destroy life around them. Riverlands are too tired after years of war and must be thankful that the Ice Demons show no interest in them, Your Grace. But they worry, as the should, and ask for help."
There was a commotion among the courtiers at the Red Keep; Daenerys herself was calm. She took a deep breath and spoke loudly enough for everybody present to hear : " We will not wait for the Enemy to come and siege us this time. I cannot stay in the safety of the city Walls and hide. We shall not forget about Prince Jon, the Unsullied and the brave men of the North who fell when Winter came, so that their wives and children could flee south. No. I will not allow it. Now, it ends."
Daenerys left the Throne Room and entered in a long war council with her inner group.
She knew what needed to be done. She was not afraid.
I dreamt of Rhaegar once, fighting the Usurper´s host at the Trident, but only it was not my brother, but myself, riding a dragon and melting soldiers clad on Ice… but I know now what I must do...I know now that is my destiny.
Daenerys mind went back in time, to her first meeting with Jon. How he had sought her on Dragonstone, a King desperate enough to ask this Conqueror for help. She, the woman whose father had killed his grandfather and uncle. Their first instinct had been to open the wounds, exhanging heated words. She was exhausted that first day, but...intrigued. Despite of their family history and unaware that they were, in fact, one family, Daenerys felt Jon was a different kind of man.
They spent the coming days fighting each other, talking about the past, discussing History and Politics, trying to reach an agreement.
They fell in love.
Daenerys arrived at Winterfell already pregnant with Daeron, their son born in the midst of a year long siege. Jon rode Rhaegal and she rode Drogon; one would burn the wights while the other would transport the survivors to White Harbour and, from there, they would sail to Dragonstone. When it was time to board the last ship, Jon, Grey Worm and many others stayed behind. Daenerys felt when life deserted Jon; Rhaegal screamed in pain at the loss. She would not have Jon turn into a wight, so Daenerys returned to Winterfell, alone and burnt them all.
Daenerys left Winterfell pregnant with Lyanna Targaryen.
The White Walkers had all but disappeared when Mad Queen Cersei was finally defeated. Aegon, the pretender, returned Blackfyre to House Targaryen as a sign of his fealty and was promptly pardoned. The Realm needed to heal and Daenerys understood the boy had been lied to all his life.
Daenerys entered King's Landing and started to work to sew together what had been broken, the Red Keep half destroyed and one of Daenerys first orders had been to find a skilled artist to paint a portrait of her beloved husband, so that their children could gaze upon their father´s face in the future.
From time to time, she would go and inspect the work, based on her description and Lady Sansa´s recollections.
Now, on the eve of her departure to the Riverlands, Daenerys was posing for some drawnings, from which another a portrait of her own would be based.
Lady Sansa Stark did not like the Red Keep, but stayed out of loyalty and because Winterfell was no place to go back to, at least not at that point.
"I leave in the morrow. Do not cry, Sansa, please. Here." Daenerys then handed her good sister two letters with the three headed dragon´s seal. " If I do not return, please, give those to my children when they are of age. Tell them about their father, and their mother. They them I love them."
"You will come back...just...please, come back. We need you. They need you."
Daenerys could not answer that. She did not want to die; she wanted to return to the house with the red door and to watch her children grow; she wanted to plant tree and walk barefoot . But the only thing Daenerys wanted more than all this was to save her children from becoming wights and the Realm to be engulfed in the Long Night. " Daeron will wield Blackfyre. Tell Sandor to train him not to fight valiantly, but to stay alive. You must apologise on my behalf to Lyanna, as I must take Dark Sister with me. But do tell them how Brandon Stark came with sword he found on a cave north of The Wall and that he handed to me on the day of my wedding to their father. I pray I come back, Sansa, but if I don't...I trust you raise them well and side by side with your own."
Daenerys then left with a Guard of Seven skilled warriors carrying new Valyrian Steel weapons. A mysterious Archmaester called Marwyn had come and entered her service still at Meereen. He had a vast knowledge of magical secrets and worked on forging steel with Dragon Fire. The secret ingredients were dragonglass and...blood. It was only discovered later on, but still, it troubled Daenerys to have discovered it.
Regardless of how they came to be, the weapons had to be used. Daenerys herself was clad in Valyrian Steel Armor, designed especially to her small frame.
There were very few wights, as Ser Jorah had warned them. Daenerys would burn them along with her fallen, while the Knights would take the White Walkers in single combat.
It was not before long that Daenerys saw that they were all dead: wights, white walkers and her Guard.
All except for one.
The Ice Demon threw a javelin through Drogon; his black blood turned into fire in the air
The wounded dragon managed to land in the God's Eye without propelling Daenerys out. He died there, in the shores of the sacred Isle of Faces, and the lake claimed his lifeless body.
Daenerys was no Visenya; Jon had insisted she received basic sword training as part of the war effort, but it was too little, too late. She knew she was no match for an Ice Demon who had been training for thousands of years, and yet...she had no choice, but to kill the creature.
Daenerys knew her only chance was to be as close to him as she could. Dark Sister was a longsword after all and to pierce through the armor the White Walker exposed skin of ice, she would have to come dangerously close.
From the back of her eye, Daenerys saw when he slowly approached her from the frozen lake.
She then heard weird noises; looking to the forest, Daenerys saw some dragonglass arrows coming from the trees. It startled the White Walker enough and Daenerys saw a chance. She charged, expecting to kill him from behind, but he turned at the exact moment and hit her. The icy blue eyes smiled at Daenerys, who was dying.
But there was enough life in Daenerys; in his victory, he did not see as she thrusted Dark Sister through his neck, shattering the Original White Walker into a thousand small pieces.
Winter finally ended as Daenerys took her last breaths, feeling the warm rays of light. The skies opened and the cold fog gave way to a beautiful view, the white clouds dissipating and revealing a beautiful, alive and real blue up above.
The Elvenking had deemed appropriate to go out hunting with his son and heir, Legolas, in tjis warm day of Spring.
Thranduil felt how the air around him smelled different, not quite the same. His first reaction in such situations, when his insticts dictated something was about to happen, would be to close himself in the safety of his palace and double the patrol of the borders of his Realm, waiting for the menace to present itself instead of actively looking for it.
However, this time around, Thranduil did not feel the presence of a foe or any threatening creature.
Quite the opposite; there was something out there, in the woods, asking for Thranduil.
The woods were calling his name.
Whatever it was, it would be his and Thranduil would have to go and fetch it himself.
The hunt that day was importat, not only for Thrandui selfish and secretive reasons, but also because Legolas, his son, was restless, bored even; he would benefit from a good hunt, of spending leisure time in open air with his father. Thranduil could even sympathize with Legolas, as apathy would sometimes take root in him; whereas his own boredom would lead Thranduil to sometimes indulge in odd experimentations, his heir yearned for adventure, for the simple exhilaration of physical activity. The truth was that the elven prince had not been tested in battle and that his father had took pains to shelter him from the harsh reality of life.
Thranduil trusted the martial education he had provided Legolas, but still, as a father, he struggled evertime he was faced with his son´s requesty to go out and about beyond their borders and seek his heart´s desire.
The worst part was that Thranduil knew Legolas mother would approve and indulge their son´s plans, ignoring the fact that endangering the only heir would put their Kingdom in a precarious position. Still, if Legolas was to rule and lead his people, Thranduil reasoned, he had to not only learn their lands and trees, but also their neighbors, their foes and allies.
Legolas was right; he needed to go
But then Thranduil would be alone. Completely alone.
Elves married once, for life and for love. Lust was supposed to start and end with their beloved. Thranduil had only experienced pure and selfless love once, with his wife. She died too early and too long ago. Having lost his love, Thranduil was surprised to find that lust, however, had never evaded him completly as it was to be expected in such cases.
Thranduil was, along with Lady Galadriel, reputed to be insanely beautiful, even among the elves, a race known for physical perfection. As much as he knew his position and the expectations he had to conform to, and as much as he knew his one and true love had been real, Thranduil was still...discreetly indulging his curiosity.
The years turned into centuries and the centuries, into millennia, and Thranduil was alone. He did not fall in love not even once after his wife died, but lust would emerge from time to time.
Legolas, on the other hand, for a long time showed no signs or inclinations, until the day Thranduil recognized some hints of arousal emanating from his son. He would have been proud, but the object of Legolas's interest, a lowborn guard named Tauriel, as far from what an Elve of his standing needed.
Thranduil did not like it, but he would have to make Legolas go on a quest, as far away from Tauriel as possible, and expect the interest to wane with the distance.
"Ada, the trail is leading us to the small lake under the silver waterfall, where spiders were seen. We must tread with care."
Spiders were spotted sometimes in Thranduil´s lands; it did not worry the Elvenking in the least, but a warrior must be ready to engage in combat whenever is needed: " We shall follow the trail with open eyes, then. " The great elk Thranduil rode responded to his commands immediately and with efficiency and soon they came upon the waterfall.
Instead of finding a deer, the hunting party was surrounded by spiders. Before Thranduil could finish them off, the waters of the small lake started to twirl and turn and raise above, revealing a source of light beneath it, under the rocks. The light, blue and red and yellow, became stronger and brighter, steadily raising to the skies, where it formed strange patterns of translucent luminescence that resembled stars gazing.
Suddenly, the waters stopped their dance and crashed back into the rocks, splashing water and startling everyone. The long sound of a horn was heard coming from the earth and, from the lights, just above the now calm waters, a sort of Gate or Door opened.
Thranduil saw a figure coming out of the opening; it was female, he could somehow know it without actually seeing it. The intensity of the glow soon started to disspated, but not vanish entirely, and they were able to see her; suddenly, this woman was propelled out of this gate , falling into in his arms. All Thranduil could do was to hold her close, while the this passage to the unkown, the blazzing lights and the odd patterns, all exploded at once, the full sheer of the energy killing the spiders immediatly.
It took a few moments for his guard to recompose, but Thranduil was still in shock. Behind him, he could hear Legolas :" Ada, stay here, the guards will search the surrounding area." Thranduis son gave them a command and the guards left.
"Have you ever witnessed or heard about such an event before, Ada? Do you think we have reasons to worry?" Legolas had never seen his father looking dumbfounded and shocked. Actually, Thranduil had almost always been composed and impassive to the point of arrogance
Thranduil looked at his son´s face and shook his head; he then looked at the woman in his arms and saw only beauty. " She might be one of us. The hair colour, the skin tone…" At this, she opened her eyes, revealing the true nature of her eyes, two gems of unrivaled richness. Thranduil had never seen that shade of violet before, like two vibrant abd reflective amethysts.
Thranduil held his breath as he saw her lips moving : " Jon said there was nothing but darkness...I died ... but here... is beautiful...are you Rhaegar?"
She spoke their language but it sounded alien coming out of her. Thranduil saw a slight hint of surprise in her eyes when she heard her own voice, as if the sounds coming from her were, somehow, unexpected. He did, however, try to answer and reassure her : "I am Thranduil, son of Oropher, King of the Woodland Realm. You are safe with me. Where did you come from ? and...Who are you?"
"Daenerys Stormborn." she answered, before she took a deep breath; it was clear she could say no more.
Daenerys tried to remain awake as much as she could, but the warmth of this man´s arms invited for a peaceful sleep. She saw the tall trees and beautiful leaves and even heard when his men returned. They spoke in a second language she did not even try to understand. Before drifting into a slumber, Daenerys saw that the two men near her looked Valyrian, while the others , although similar, were definitely of a different sort.
Is this Valyria? I never heard of a Woodland Realm before… Daenerys spent most of her life running from danger; she had died in Westeros, but this place was an unknown land. The man holding her tight against his chest was a stranger and yet...Daenerys did not feel frightened or threatened.
I fought all my life; I never knew Peace. But here...here I am safe. I feel safe. She closed her eyes again and smiled. Daenerys could sense Thranduil's gaze upon her as she dreamt of colours and shapes and scents.
"She is rather small for being a Sindar...but very beautiful." Legolas sounded now less impressed of the manner in which Daenerys appeared to them than of her beauty. "Violet eyes are rare, even among men. This shade I have never seen it."
"Daenerys Stormborn her name is, son and we should address her as such. Yes, I am not blind: she is fair to look upon. However, I must remind you that we still do not know anything about her. I have found many human women to be beautiful, but not this sort of beauty. By Valar, she could be compared to Lady Galadriel..." Legolas nodded.
"One of our healers should examine her and tell us more when we arrive. " Legolas offered; Thranduil agreed: "Yes... she might be a different sort of magical race, not a common woman, I am certain."
Thranduil felt his arousal as Daenerys snuggled against his chest; she made delicious noises in her sleep. It was behavior not befitting to an Elvenking and he quickly controlled his basic reactions, returning to his composed state. She is something different, something I desire already despite not knowing what she is. This Daenerys was sent to me. Thranduil played in his head the scene over and over again and the conclusion was very clear: he had known something was coming, and this something was Daenerys. She could not possibly be an ordinary woman if she was sent to him, as she was. The magical force at play handed Daenerys to Thranduil personally, basically placing her in his arms.
They arrived at Thranduil's Halls after about an hour. Daenerys awake with the noises; she could see the huge stone doors that opened to reveal the beautifully carved tunnels. There were sinuous pillars and gateways of carved wood everywhere Daenerys looked. Thranduil was still carrying her much to her surprise; she was rather enjoying being idle.
The King however, was obviously ordering his household around. He halted midway and looked at her :" Are you feeling better, Daenerys Stormborn?"
She smiled, plaing the part of pliant house guest :"Yes, Your Grace...you may release me. Thank you for your...care."
Daenerys could barely feel her legs, but managed to stand on her feet. Thranduil addressed her once again : " I must insist you be examined by a healer, as you might be injured. No harm will befall you under my Halls, this I must assure you, Daenerys Stormborn. The inspection is, obviously, in your interests and for your benefit."
Daenerys could see that it was most definitely not the case; the King before her was a master of his emotions, no doubt; however, his interest was apparent to someone like Daenerys, so used she was to be looked upon with hidden lust : "Of course, Your Grace. If I may suggest, I would think wiser to have a female member of your household, if you have any available, of course, to inspect my body as thoroughly as you wish ."
Thranduil held his gaze as a pregnant silence took place between the both of them. The Elvenking knew nobody had noticed that Daenerys had , somehow, caught him and his not so pure intentions, and was playing along.
It amused him to no end.
"Your request is reasonable and shall be granted. My guards will escort you to your designated chamber, Daenerys Stormborn. I will ask for Tauriel, who is a skilled healer, and she will soon join you. Tenna' telwan."
She does not understand our Tongue. Must not be a Sindar. Thranduil had his guards take Daenerys and asked for Tauriel, his Captain of the Guard, who had a basic understanding of healing, but could be trusted to deliver him with enough information on his honoured guest.
"I assume they already told you about our honoured guest, Daenerys Stormborn. I have my suspicions on who she is and I need you to inspect her thoroughly. Any question about our Realm or us, you should answer at your discretion. However, I must insist you do not release any information on myself or my son. Just say that I will speak to her, privately , after supper. When you are finished with the inspection, Daenerys must... be placed in deep sleep for at least a couple of hours. I want to inspect her armour and sword. And, of course, give her time to recover."
Thranduil was about to dismiss Tauriel when the woods elve made one of her unnerving comments : " She was placed in a chamber all too close from yours, my Lord. I do not question your wisdom, but I should insist we place guards by her door, for your protection."
The Elvenking had elevated Tauriel to Captain exactly because she was clever; he could not have expected her to have become stupid just because it would make things easier for him : "Naturally, Tauriel. I trust you and your judgment. You are dismissed."
Thranduil poured himself a goblet of wine and lounged on his Throne. Time meant something else to elves and a couple of hours should be nothing, but not today. Today it was almost excruciating to be asked to wait.
He was lost in his thoughts- mostly depravated- when Legolas returned :"Ada, Tauriel has finished the inspection…" The Elvenking just raised his thick eyebrows and followed his son to their armory, where he found Tauriel and the master at arms admiring the craftsmanship of Daenerys armor.
"My Lord, those weapons are a wonder. Nothing a dwarf or an elf could do would match this armor and sword. It is light, always sharpened. The armor is scaled, but made of steel, as easy to wear as silk. " Thranduil touched the dark, reddish and smoky armor. The distinctive ripples formed some symbols folded into the plate, somehow. The day was filled with surprises and wonders.
"The sword is called Dark Sister and has been passed through the generations of warriors of House Targaryen, Daenerys family. " Tauriel then handed Thranduil the longsword, as light as the armor he had touched it, and even more impressive. The pommel was pure gold and steel and it was decorated with a beautiful ruby in the center.
Thranduil took some time to admire the sword. Vanima. He then quickly dismissed Legolas and the armory master to hear Tauriel's findings: " I take that she is not one of us…"
"No, Daenerys is not a female elf or half elf for that matter. She is, however, not only beautiful, but very intelligent. She was able to understand that you rule over a different race of Elves, for instance. For what she told me, she herself comes from a Higher Order of Men in her world called Valyrians, but would not elaborate when she noticed I would not speak about you, my Lord. She confirmed that she has Royal Blood and many titles, but would not tell me of them as well. She asked about Middle Earth, other races and made a comment of how different her world is from ours. She said she died there and was, somehow, reborn here. "
"A woman? " Thranduil was...confused. He knew there was more to Daenerys. Would be possible that Tauriel was wrong in her findings?
"No ordinary woman, my Lord. Upon physical examination, Daenerys was alarmed at her own... parts. She said they had... changed somehow between the time she died and came back to life in Middle Earth. The story itself, I could not quite grasp, however. Most of our time I spent explaining her about primary and dynamic genders. It seems one would only be born with a primary gender and develop as such in her world. She seemed fascinated by the notion that Elves and Men would, sometimes, be blessed with a dynamic, that, when matched, would heightened the inherent characteristics of said gender and, when unmatched, would grant the bearer with a new set of capabilities. Daenerys has very developed female organs, making her an Omega. She is cycling into heat, I am afraid. "
Thranduil smiled. " An Omega at my Halls! I can not remember the last time I found an Omega Elf during my lifetime. Even among men, they are a rare sight nowadays." Thranduil was, of course, born an Alpha of Sindar, as his father had been before him and as Legolas presented after him. He ruled over a population of Elves without the gift of Dynamics. Lady Galadriel was the last known Omega Elf alive, as far as Thranduil knew.
The pull between Alphas and Omegas was hard to dismiss, the population of half elves could be accounted for this attraction, as they usually came from Alpha Elves and Human Omegas unions. In his private affairs, Thranduil had been very close to consider a long living arrangement with male Omega he met in the woods once. It took all his might not to impregnate the man and even more of his will not to take said man as a lover for more than the period of his heat.
" I should return the Armor and the Sword to Daenerys´chambers, My Lord, before she wakes up."
"No use, Tauriel. I will see myself to her chambers. There is much I need to talk to her." Thranduil gave Tauriel a frightening enough look before she could open her mouth and remind him that an Alpha should not be left alone with an Omega when heat approaches.
Truth is, he knew this all too well.
Daenerys knew the Elvenking would come to her during her sleep to see for himself the marvels of her nude Omega body the minute Tauriel explained how the dynamics worked and let slip that their King was an Alpha. He was too proud of his line and power and Daenerys could understand that; she had been the same in her world, after all. She understood his interest, because she shared it. For what Tauriel told her, Male Alphas were...very virile and demanding.
It was also as clear as day that Tauriel would give her something to sleep and take her armour and sword to be inspected. Daenerys sighted. They could have asked, I would have not opposed it. Their metal work seemed impressive enough, but Valyrian Steel, forged with dragonflame and dark, blood magic, was something else entirely.
Her previous life lingered in her dreams, as if it had been no more than that, a dream. Daenerys did not drink all the potion she was given mixed with wine, just enough to fall into a controlled sleep. She then saw herself , once again, at the Red Keep; she sang Lyanna a lullaby after her little girl woke up in the middle of the night , but her nursemaid had not heard noises coming from her bed; Daenerys was also there when Daeron fell from his pony, scratching his knee without a single tear, Sandor Clegane scolding the four years old boy with discernible love in his raspy voice.
They are beautiful, Jon...they are growing up, safe and happy, as we wished many times. My decision was the right one.
Jon, her love, was sweet and caring. Lyanna looked three years old in her dream, which meant that time had passed between her death and reappearance in Middle Earth. Daenerys prayed that Jon had been granted a second life of leisure and access to her children through dreams too . It was a great comfort to her heart and mind.
And yet, her body... this body that looked like hers, but was so much different... this body craved for other things. Things that only this world could give her.
Thranduil was perfection sculped in spotless alabaster skin. His features were both strong and delicate. He moved with grace, he spoke with authority and his presence was powerful.
Daenerys could smell him...Thranduil's scent coming from the Hall, so strong was the very masculine odor of leaves and wood. She moved her hand and opened the robe, revealing her breasts, which were now bigger and rounder, her waist and even some of her curls. She then closed her eyes and pretended to not have noticed when Thranduil came inside and placed her armor and Dark Sister on a nearby round table.
The room was silent except for Daenerys breathing. It was deep and heavy. Thranduil noticed the goblet had not been fully drunk and expected her to wake up soon. He knew the risks, but he wanted to...see it for himself.
Thranduil could not help it.
Her scent, sweet almonds and honey, was everywhere.
Luckily for him, the woman was half naked in her bed. There was no need for Thranduil to touch her, and yet...he longed to feel.
The Elvenking placed her things at a table and knelt at the side of the bed, to appreciate the sleeping beauty in full. Her teats were round mounds of white skin and pinky, meaty peaks. He had to suppress the urge to touch, knead and suck her breasts. Her waist was thin and her hips, perfect hills begging to be grabbed and used as leverage while he fucked her vigorously.
Thranduil's mouth watered as he saw the few curls barely hiding Daenerys overdeveloped clitoris, the mark of an Omega. " Lle naa vanima ."
It was then that he noticed that it had all been a trap. The amethyst eyes looked at him, a King, on his knees, with clear satisfaction. Daenerys knew he would look at her body; not only that, but she was definitely aroused by his intrusion.
"Fair is Fair, Your Grace. You saw mine, now show me yours."