A lone rider entered the gates of Rivendell. He dismounted and looked around. ''You have gotten me here in time, mellon nin. I'm very greatfull.'' He said to his huge black stallion while stroking his nose. Hercules pushed his wet nose against his shoulder in response. The rider grinned and started walking to the palace, knowing that his horse would stay where it was.
He knocked on the huge gate doors while looking around. ''Why does this place look so familiar to me?'' He asked himself while tapping with his feet on the cold marble stones. Slowly, the doors opened only to reveal a huge chamber. He slowly walked inside and heard the doors slamming shut behind him. He looked around, but sensed a presence behind him. Slowly he put his hand on his sword and suddenly turned around. Behind him stood an Elf, clad in a silver white robe. The man putted his sword back but kept his muscles tense. The Elf seemed to sense his discomfort and opened his arms. ''Welcome Ser Stark, I hope you've travel well?'' Parcival relaxed and bowed low. ''Yes, thank u sir Glorfindel.'' He answered in the same language, without missing that the Elf's head shut up and looking at him curiously. His eyes fell on his pointed ears and then to his family weapon on the chest of his armour. Parcival had to fight the temptation of rolling his eyes at the ignorant Elf. Of course people looked at him that way. An man with pointed ears wearing the royal armour of the Starks. But he had hoped by now that everybody knew about the great knight, Ser Parcival Stark. His father was Eddard Stark, his mother.. he didn't know. The only thing he knew was that his mother always called him Eldarion, or that was what his father had always said. But it head to be an Elf. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Glorfindell spoke again.''Lord Elrond requests that you come to his study after you've changed. I'll show you the way to your room.'' With that he started walking away, the young lord following him.
Parcival looked trough the window, without seeing anything. How much he wants his father to be here now. But no, the Lannisters had killed him. And now it was time for revenge. He had helped his brother with mustering all the banners to fight with them against the west. Gondor, Rohan, Arnor. It will all become his. The seven kingdoms would become even bigger and his brother would become the king of it all. They would call it Carthage, like the old mighty kingdom. He smiled. Yes, all men would have one king and the Lannisters and the treacherous men of the west would bent there knee for him. He had wondered why Lord Elrond had called for him, and not his brother, Robb Stark. Maybe they knew, he pondered. Maybe he knows and wants to talk me to stop my brother. But that would never work. After the wall fell and he was officially named a Stark, he had helped his brother and been his best advisor and swordman. He would never betray him. Never. And with that, The Elves, especially those of Rivendell where there enemies to. They had betrayed there alliance with them the North when they where fighting against the white walkers. Winterfell almost fell, but they destroyed them just in time. All the time, they had to fight alone. No warrior or even healers where send to aid them. And they could never forgive them, nor would they forget.
While staring to the sky, he remembered something his best friend and right hand had told him: Tevernis, second son of lord Eresthor, and Heir to Ecthelion.
Parcivel stood in him room, watching the Fellowship depart. He looked at the warriors. They looked like well trained fighters, but he knew that none of them could beat him. He was trained to fight in two different ways. Like a knight, strong but not to fast. And like a assassin. When he had served on the Wall in the
North, he had a friend, Tervenis. He was an elf, banned to the Wall because of the his crimes. But he didn't commit any of them, and now he was looking for revenge. He was a assassin of Bravos. And he had taught him his ways of fighting. Fast and deadly. End that was how he never lost. But now he had a problem. Since the wall fell, his brother King had immediately send him a message with the kings orders to become his Hand. Like he couldn't handle this himself. So now he was the Hand , bound to the king. His free live was over. But since he two wanted to let the Lannisters fall of there throne and free his father Eddard Stark, he didn't really have a choice.
And that all for a Throne. Lord Robert Baratheon, of House Baratheon of the Stromlands, ascended to the Iron Throne after successfully leading a rebellion against the Targaryens with his friend Eddard Stark which erupted after Aerys' unjust murders of several important lords and other atrocities. The fact that Aerys Targaryen was slain by a Lannister spared Robert from being labelled a Kingslayer. Six years after Robert's accession, Lord Balon Greyjoy, of the Iron Islands, believing that King Robert's rule was still insecure, proclaimed independence for the Iron Islands and led a rebellion against the Iron Throne. He was proven wrong and the same coalition which won Robert's Rebellion put down the Greyjoy rebellion and repatriated the Iron Islands.
King Robert's reign came to end after his wife, Queeen Cersei, arranged his death. The eldest son of Cersei, Joffrey I Baratheon, took the throne. Robert had acknowledged him as a trueborn son, but he was not. This led Robert's brothers Stannis and Renly to put forward their claims to the Iron Throne. Other noble Houses sought independence from the rule of the Iron Throne, leading to this war: The War of the Five Kings.
The North and the Iron Islands claimed independence and seceded from the Iron Throne, while the rest of kingdoms were thrown into turmoil. The Starks entered the war after Joffrey capriciously ordered the capture of Lord Eddard Stark for threason. The Greyjoys entered the war out of opportunism to re-establish independence for the Iron Islands
This was doomed too go wrong. They areall doomed too die. And all for a Throne.
While he was staring into the distance , his head suddenly snapped up. Someone was trying to enter his mind.
So much interest, all for a Throne.