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Deirdre of the Sorrows: Sorry man I did the vote a while ago now so it is N+A=J, but as for Nerdane, she is going to be in this fic no doubt, she is after all the mother of all the Sons of Fëanor

Samuel La Flame: The reason why the Sons of Fëanor are well colder to the Robb, Bran, Sansa and Rickon is that they are closer to Catelyn who they in turn see as an Easterling.

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Chapter Four

Ser Arthur Dayne and Lord Commander Hightower now both glanced to one another a final time before they looked to face the eight swords that were drawn against them. Only one of the eight stepped forth towards the two Kingsguard, it was the one who bore only had one hand, the tallest there with copper red hair who took the first step forward. Ser Arthur Dayne knew him from the tales, Maedhros the tall and in his eyes burned an anger that told the Kingsguard that he knew what was going on in the tower. He uttered words in a language only few men understood "Se na- nev faire!"

The next scene was a blur to the men present as the tallest of the Sons of Fëanor now leaped into action bring his blade down upon Ser Arthur Dayne who barely had time to bring down up to counter it. His arm ringing in pain the Knigsguard took a few steps back to put some distance between him and his foe. But as he did this the other brothers flew past him as if they were ghosts and the words "Tar na- yet estel"

Ser Arthur Dayne now tried to move to try to intercept the incoming foes, but he found that he was engaged with the one handed warrior once more and he was losing. Now trying to parry the blow, Ser Arthur Dayne found himself a few more steps backwards and his arm throbbing again. Lord Commander Hightower would not let him fight alone and now brought his sword down towards Maedhros who parried the blow and instantaneously struck out with again with the same blade at Ser Arthur Dayne. Who to his credit now managed to block the blade with both his swords and seemed to hold it for just a moment.

No words passed between Ser Arthur Dayne or Lord Commander Hightower, but Hightower took his chance and tried strike at the elf, but his blow did not land. Maedhros had let go of his sword and now grabbed the Lord Commander by the throat. Now with a gasp Lord Commnader Hightower dropped his sword as he was lifted into the air and thrown back, all before the blade Maedhros had let go of, hit the ground. Seeing that his foe had easily knocked back the Lord Commander, Ser Arthur Dayne now brought his left sword forward in a lunge in an attempt to catch the elf while he was unarmed. It was not a very knightly thing to do, but when faced with a warrior who was almost myth, some things became more and more acceptable.

It was now as they parried blades and the Lord Commander slowly got to his feet, that something in the battle changed. Was it the breeze, was it the sun, was it the earth underfoot? Whatever it was, Maedhros seemed to take off the gloves or in his case glove and Ser Arthur Dayne saw the fury burning bright within his eyes and felt pain creep into his arms as he to his credit managed to parry a flurry of blows that came his way. But as it came to the 7th blow now that sword Dawn blocked, it all came apart, such was the fury behind the blow, that the sword twisted in its knight's hand snapping the wrist of Ser Arthur Dayne.

He did not scream out in pain, though now would have judged him if he had, but he would not live with the pain for long. For it was as his wrist snapped as the bones broke, so did the sword shatter, such was the anger, the rage behind the blow. The elven blade cut right into the Kingsguard's armour dealing him a mortal blow. Blood sprayed forth from the wound and hit the earth along with shards of steel. Lord Commander Hightower who had just managed to get back to his feet and pick up his sword, saw his comrade now fall into the dust. The once strong and just Sword of the Morning lay upon the ground dying, the eyes of the two Kingsguard met one last time and Hightower knew what he was going to have to do.

Eddard Stark gave a pause as he now looked at the children in front of him, little and wild Rickon, the more adventurous Brandon, Robb a more mature of version of both of them and Jon who was reserved and quiet, much like Eddard had been in his youth. Robb who had heard this before now asked "Then what father, what happened next, you always stop here?"

Eddard looked at Robb then Jon, then his eyes fell on his two younger sons and after sitting for a whole minute in silence Eddard finally stated "The end of that story, it is?"

Giving a pause the Lord of Winterfell had to find the right words that children would be able to understand, but that was to no avail. So now he said the words he always said when they asked him about what happened next "I will tell you, all of you when you are men and know more of the world than just Winterfell and its lands."

There was a moan from his youngest sons who dearly wished to hear the end of that story and now Brandon complained "But, but Arya says she knows how it ends?"

Hearing this from Brandon, Eddard would have dismissed it, but he did know that his youngest daughter did spend many hours with Maedhros. Hours that she was meant to be learning other things from the Septa, just like her elder sister Sansa was doing. So for once Lord Stark chose not to dismiss this and asked "If that is so, did she not tell you the ending or at least tell you who told it to her."

To this Jon shook his head and Robb agreed with him "No, she has not told us either and when Jon and I asked Lord Maedhros he just said that he would not boast about such things and raised his eyebrow at us like this?"

Robb now did his best to raise his own eyebrow in the same manner that Maedhros had done so as to imitate him and get a few laughs from his younger siblings. Eddard chose not to tell him that Maedhros was behind him at that very moment, making the same face that he was said to have been making, looking down at Robb. Giving a chuckle Maedhros said in a tone that was hard to read "I see so that is what you think I look like young wolf?"

Robb Stark did his best not to jump out of his skin when he heard the voice, but he was almost a man and could not look the coward in front of his younger siblings. So now as he turned around he did his best to say "Lord Maedhros, um good to see you, we were just hearing about how you defeated the Sword of the Morning."

Maedhros now shook his head as he stated "No one needed to die that day, I may have slain him, but that will not bring our Lyanna back nor did the death of so many bring back Brandon or Rickard, in the end tears unnumbered were shed on both sides."

He now gave Lord Stark a polite nod before he stated "Jon, my brothers Curufin, Celegorm and Caranthir wish to speak with you they are at the North Gate, do not keep them waiting, if you delay they will know and they will not be impressed."

Jon gave all a nod before he excused himself and moved off and it was just as he did this Maedhros now said to Eddard "Now you and I have business Lord Stark, Lady Arya has granted me permission to treat with you on her behalf."

Eddard now took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes and sighed, before he opened them he asked "And what is it that the Lady Arya demands this time, supper was served a while ago."

All present could see that Maedhros was not smiling, but clearly would have been if he wished to do so. But he now took out a scroll and handed it to Lord Stark who rolled his eyes as he looked at it and opened it. Reading it out loud Lord Stark stated "I Arya Stark, am willing to surrender and leave the tower in return for safe passage and no harm to be done to me upon my return or any acts of retribution committed against myself or those who aid me."

Celebrimbor stared down a the shattered sword before him, years ago, he had been given it years before at the end of that rebellion lead by Robert Baratheon by the woman his father and uncles had seen fit to take north with Eddard Stark. The Elf shook his head, his lieutenant Talion had just given him an invite to a wedding, Jon Snow's wedding or as they referred to him as Ecetrinya. The sword in question was his uncles so the boy had some right to it and from the few visits to Winterfell Celibrimbor knew that he liked the boy and had once offered to take him back with him to Skagos, though Maglor had requested that he didn't.

The maker of the rings of power understood why his uncle had asked such a thing of him and left it at that though Celebrimbor did mention that he found it to be needlessly cruel to all parties. Even that woman named Catelyn though he would be the first to say that she needed to be educated on exactly where she stood among the firstborn. "Man" Celebrimbor finally spoke the words tasting bitter in his mouth "secondborn, despite how much diversity they all have for some reason their inflated self importance never seems to fade, even when they are shown otherwise."

He was not fool, while the ring maker had not been present when they had lifted the siege of Storms End, he knew the conditions they had given for Mace Tyrell's surrender to be accepted. While Celebrimbor did not really see at first how it was a problem when he heard of it, when he had learned of Jon Snow's existence the Bright Lord found that for the Tyrell head it may be a problem.

The concept of a child before marriage was rather inconceivable to all firstborn, even the likes of Maeglin was not born out of wedlock though he was the only firstborn to be born out of a more one sided affection, though Aredhel could have avoided that if she had willed it.

"Talion" the Bright Lord called for his lieutenant "I have need of you" he commanded.

Celebrimbor did not have to wait long as Talion appeared in an almost ghost like fashion "how may I serve?" he asked, meeting Celebrimbor's blue eyes with his amber ones.

"What do you think of the boy?" the Bright Lord asked, upon seeing that Talion was waiting for him to elaborate, since they referred to many people as boy he added "Jon Snow"

His lieutenant eyes narrowed as he recalled the boy "a fine boy, Maedhros says he has a natural talent with the blade, and is training him" Talion commented. "I have tested him once or twice and while he is skilled for his age, the boy has plenty of potential. Though as a person he could use more self confidence though I personally think he is more reserved than nervous and draws strength from said reserve."

The Bright Lord nodded "he is his fathers son" he agreed "despite how much that woman wishes it wasn't so."

"What she desires and what is reality are two very different things" his lieutenant agreed "though she may try and have them mix so we should be wary, in case she tries something."

"Maedhros and Maglor are not fools" Celebrimbor stated."Despite my kin's ability to be rather single minded that they are on certain topics external threats has never been one of them and after Nirnaeth Arnoediad, internals ones are even more closely scrutinised" such disasters did not need a reason to be prevented.

"So let me guess they have asked you to make the pledge rings for the two of them?" Talion asked offering a jest.

It was actually funny and Celibrimbor allowed himself a chuckle "no" he replied "I offered to do that on my own" he stated.

"A gift for their wedding I hear that the whole of the house of Finwë has been invited?" Talion asked.

Now the Bright Lord shook his head "they do love to make things on a grand scale don't they, though one could also see what to us is common courtesy as an act of power, to show the difference between us and the secondborn."

Talion looked off to the side "one would suppose" he offered being made aware of his unique situation.

"Think nothing of it" Celebrimbor instructed "you were a grieving father and husband, with my kin just one of those leads to rash actions forget about both of them." Seeing that his lieutenant was not fully convinced he added "we both made mistakes during that time, but we both knew our minds were clouded, Eru forgave us for the wrongs we committed and that is what matters."

The elf lord turned his attention back to the sword shards "What I am unsure of as a gift if reforging this blade and giving it to him."

If his lieutenant was surprised by this admission he hid it well behind his amber eyes "There is only one other who can challenge him for it and he is a boy" he offered. "While he can claim it through his mother, Jon may also place that same claim, though I am unsure of why this is an issue since it was taken by your uncle after his defeat of the Knight."

Celebrimbor nodded in agreement "their wrath must have been burning hot that day" he mused "but to think that he would be so wrath to shatter the blade and kill the knight in the same blow, truly no mercy was shown that day."

"You would have beat his head and helmet in with your hammer if you were there" Talion informed him, "I would have been harsher."

Celebrimbor looked at his lieutenant "you would have run both of them through and left their bodies there to rot" he stated "their weapons would have been left were they fell."

Talion nodded "Urfael has always served me well and I see no need to change to another sword no matter it's origins."

The Bright Lord nodded accepting that explanation, standing up he wrapped up the shards in the clothe he had carried them in and made his way out of the room "I have work to do" was all he said.

Somewhere starting to near the north of the Reach, after a few hours of riding. Amrod, his brother Amras and Margaery Tyrell all came to a halt. There were a band of brigands in front of them, about 20 to 30 men at most, they were all lightly armed and had little in the way of real armour. One who seemed be there leader now stepped forward and said "Halt, there are 30 of us and we now surround you, your money, that lady, your horses, your swords and you."

Amrod turned to his twin and asked "Is this happening, is this really happening?"

Amras gave a nod as he replied to his twin in Quenya "I do believe these fools think they can rob us, what all 30 of them are in front of us, none are to our sides or behind us."

Margaery now raised an eyebrow as she heard that musical language, sitting on the behind Amras on his horse she had to ask "Are you not afraid of them, there are 30 of them?"

To this Amras replied to her "Child, if it was 100 and they had bows, horsemen and surrounded us we might actually give pause, but these bandits are all in front of us, have no bows, have crude equipment, the only danger they pose is to you."

The leader of these bandits seemed to lose his patiences and now yelled "Kill them both, take that woman and I will have my way with her before I send her to you lads!"

The men now charged at the riders, which made Amrod now shrug as he said "Shall slaughter all of these Easterling wretches."

Amras gave a smirk now as he drew his sword and said "Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: death we will deal him ere Day's ending, woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!"

It was as those words were said that two swords that shimmered with blue light sung through the air as they found their marks. Limbs were severed, shields were broken, blood sprayed all over this ground, before long it would be stained with it. Margaery now saw first hand, why her father feared the Son's of Fëanor so. Sure the foes they faced were not well equipped or were well trained, but before two minutes could pass, all but the leader of these bandits lay dead upon the ground. The leader for his part was clutching his side, his wound was mortal and the pain had forced him to his knees. Looking up now at the monsters that had just killed all of his followers he asked them in a very faint and frightened voice "Just, just what are you."

But now as the twins looked to one another and back at Margaery all they said to him was "Tears unnumbered you shall shed!"

The last thing this man saw was a blade coming from him, he felt the pain in his neck for only a second for after that there was no more pain to be felt. His head was cut clean from his body and now rolled onto the ground. Margaery now looked to the twins and saw that they had not a single drop of blood upon them and neither did she. On horseback the entire time, the two of them had been able to slaughter 30 men, not even letting a drop of their blood touch them or her. She knew now she had to be on their good side, for is she was not, she knew that it might be the death of her and that of her family. With the deed done, Amrod now said "Let us continue, we still have a very long way to go until we reach Winterfell."

With that they were off and Margaery knew it would be a very long time till she reached their destination, but they had travelled very far so very quickly and in so little time. That was not naturally and caused her to be very afraid of what an army of them could do if the were to go to war. She also now took note of how their swords had a light of their own for some reason, though she did not dare to ask why. The last detail that stood out to her was that they called the bandits Easterlings and not Andals, that was one thing she would ask them now for it did bother her. The reason why it bothered her was she could almost hear the utter hatred they had for that word. But setting that aside for now she asked the two of "My Lords, may I ask something off you."

Speaking and riding at full gallop is not a wise move, but for them it was not trouble at all for Amras who did not turn his head replied to her "You may ask, but do not expect an answer that you will be able to truly understand, your minds do not work like ours do."

That was a bit if not very insulting, but Margaery bared with it now as she now asked in her most polite voice "Why is it that you called those men Easterlings, surely we they were Andals and they all live here in Westeros?"

In reply to that Amras chuckled, she was not sure about Amrod who was riding in front of them, but if the stories about them were anything to go by, he would have heard her as well. But then Amras answered her "Your ancestors settled first in the east and did not seek out the west until later, that is why."

Margaery was about to ask more when Amras said to her "The Children of the West seek out the light within the west from the moment they awaken, the First Men did so and thus they are not Easterlings, they answered the call of the west."

Having little to know clue about this call of the west Margaery chose to say "My thanks, my lords."

With those words she was silent until they would allow her to rest and recover at least, but that time was not now.

Eddard Stark looked up at Maedhros "perhaps I should have never let her go near a septa" the Lord of Winterfell mused with a sigh. "Then I would have never had to suffer this kind of behavior from her."

"She is a Stark more than anything else" Maedhros replied "trying to cage a wolf much less a she wolf has never yielded any positive results for those who have tried."

Ned nodded in agreement his mind going back to a certain girl Arya had always reminded him of "that is indeed true" Lord Stark replied. What he didn't say was that such attempts were usually disastrous with long and painful consequences, the likes he still felt the sting of man years later.

"That was not due to any failing of yours" Maedhros told him confusing Robb who misunderstood what the two were talking about.

"Begging my pardon father, Lord Maedhros" he began "but Arya is my sister and my father does help raise her" Robb stated.

Robb felt as though he had spoken out of turn when their eyes turned to him "this" Maedhros emphasised "is." Turning to look at Eddard he continues "that wasn't." Robb realised that this was all that was going to be spoken on whatever Maedhors and his Lord father were speaking on so he did not pursue the topic any further.

"Catelyn is not going to be pleased about this" Ned said continuing their discussion on Arya "she has noticed that whenever Arya is desires to avoid Septa Mordane and her lessons she runs to your tower or one of your brothers." Eddard was clearly tired as this was not really a new development though the written terms were new.

"You are the Lord of Winterfell, not your lady wife, nor the maester" Maedhros reminded "they serve and advise you, it is your choice to listen and act on that advice, if they are upset you did not listen remind them of their place here."

Robb was a bit unnerved with how cold Maedhros had been in his reply, then again he knew that the first son of Fëanor like his brothers had a very low opinion of his mother and maester Luwin because they were Andals. So the words he said and they way he had said them were not out of place, only Robb had not seen Maedhros too often speaking of his mother or the maester at all. The young wolf inwardly shuddered at the thought of Maedhros advising his father on a situation that may involve Septa Mordane in it.

Eddard saw the look Robb was wearing and couldn't help but chuckle, should have heard of the way Noldor spoke about those of Valyria if he was unnerved by this. Turning back to Maedhros he found the elf's expression unreadable, they were rather good at it "If it would please her may you please escort Arya to the main hall" he requested Maedhros "I have a feeling Catelyn will not leave this be so could you or Maglor be there in case she gets a little too adamant on her position?"

"Your wife is too proud over too little" Maedhros replied rather bluntly stating part of his opinion on Catelyn, the elf then sighed "I guess Arya had to have something of hers at the end of it all."

Ned found that rather humorous and gave a chuckle "don't let either of them here you say that, though given who you are there is little they could do about it." Ned's face once again returned to its sombre expression "Catelyn will still demand that Arya be punished for this" he stated.

"If it were Bran she would only demand that he stop associating with my brothers and myself" Maedhros replied surprising Robb and causing him to feel just a tiny amount of envy towards his younger brother Bran, which was replaced with resentment towards his mother for having favourites.

When it was just him and Jon, he was the favourite, then it was Sansa, and then Bran. Robb much to his shame had assumed that his mother would just favourite the newborn over the rest and was surprised when Sansa was still her favourite, so when Rickon was born he was sure that Bran would remain his mother's favourite.

Robb recalled that he had once expressed how unfair he thought it was that his mother had a favourite among her children. Unfortunately for the young wolf his speech had been on one of the days when Caranthir had been visiting so he was subjected to the Dark explaining to him that he should at least be grateful that he is not the unfavourite. Something Robb suspected that Caranthir was accustomed to. He had originally assumed that Jon was the unfavourite but the explanation given told him otherwise and indicated more towards Arya being the unfavourite since Jon was actually loathed by her mother. But the young wolf was still unsure since Rickon could also qualify. In a way that talk had made him feel better about himself and at the same time a lot worse for Arya and Rickon, Jon did not even need to be spoken of.

"Boy" Maedhros's voice broke Rob out of his thoughts "you were spacing out meaning that you will have to be given the instruction again."

Robb felt rather embarrassed about being too engrossed in has own thoughts that he did not notice that he was being spoken to. Fortunately his father knew what he was feeling and cut him off from apologising "Robb, get your mother and bring her to the main hall with your siblings, we might as well kill to birds with one stone here, since that dire wolf was definitely an omen of some kind." Obeying Robb nodded, before he left though he heard his father say "if what your brothers believe this to mean is true then I foresee harsh times ahead, and I do not have the gift of foresight."

"Consider yourself blessed that you don't" Maedhros's voice spoke, sounding ominous and sending chills down Robb's spine.

With Jon

Jon was now with Celegorm, Curufin and Caranthir, he felt a little uneasy being alone with three of them right now. Even though they were far kinder to him than they were to most of his siblings. He was never quite sure why, was it because Lady Stark hated him or was it because they liked him. His father had told him once never to ponder long on the motives of Elves, such things are a waste of time and even if you find the answer, it could mean one of many things. But Jon now chose just to ask the three brothers "My Lords, to what do I owe the honour?"

It was Caranthir the Dark who answered him "Jon Snow, you are to pack what you need for travel, we are to leave by the morning."

Jon knew better than to ask why or where they were going, Caranthir the Dark was not called that for his skin, no he was called it for his temper. One Jon had heard tales of and had no intention of testing if they were true or not all he said was "Yes My Lords."

Before he walked off he chose to ask one question of the brothers and that was "My Lords, may I tell my father that I am leaving with you."

It was Curufin now who replied to him stating "He will know by the end of the night young one, enjoy the night but get some rest, we ride at dawn and we will not stop until we reach Nightfort."

The name of that ancient fortress reach Jon Snow's ears and he almost called them out on the fact that Nightfort was weeks away from them. But he chose to keep his mouth shut, that usually allowed him to avoid most problems, though it was clear to all of them that he had something to say. Celegorm who was called the Fair now chose to ask him "Do you have something to say Jon, speak freely here with us."

Jon took in a deep breath before he said "My Lords, The Nightfort is weeks away, how are we to reach their if we ride non stop even for a full day?"

All of the three brothers present gave a chuckle before Caranthir said to him "We will not be riding any common horse of men my child, we will be riding steeds of the First Born, they will carry us faster than any steed raised by man could."

As Jon now gave a polite bow and chose to ask no more, he left the three brothers. Who when they knew no one else was able to hear them spoke in their home tongue. Celegorm now asked his brothers "Should we not tell him why we are taking him to the Nightfort?"

There was a pause before Curufin shook his head saying "No, Jon Snow would not believe us if we were to tell him of it, even if were to tell him part of it he still would not believe."

Caranthir gave a nod before he said "It think it unwise to invite the blood of the Reach here in the North, also I do not approve of the ties that they North will have to that Easterling fool, let us hope she takes after her Grandmother and not her Father."

It was at this point Celegorm's face softened a little before he asked "Should we not tell him who is mother is, he deserves that at the very least, to know ones own parents?"

To that Caranthir shook his head "No it is not our tale to tell, but we must move, there is so much we need to discuss with Eddard, yes there is much that needs to be said before this night is done."

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