Aslan watched as Darth Vader and his Snowtroopers roamed the land of the Wall, the giant At-At walker following them closely. Aslan was hoping that the Empire wouldn't send anymore of their men after the Nazguls until they fully assembled. But apparently Darth Sidious didn't want to leave Westeros alone without some men to stir up trouble. But who was rounding up the other allies of the Empire if Vader was in Westeros?

"Oh here comes a merry fellow" sang a voice "Bright blue is his jacket while his boots are yellow"

The great Lion turned to see the a small person skipping towards him. As he already pointed out, he was wearing a blue jacket and yellow boots, along with a tattered hat with a feather on the side. The man himself was taller than a Hobbit, yet he was smaller than a normal man. He had blue eyes and a greyish brown beard. This man was one of the only few people that even Aslan had very little understanding of.

"Tom Bombadil" said Aslan to the small man.

"Tom Bombadil is who I be" said Tom as he bowed to the Lion "And Aslan the Lion is who you be"

"Might I ask why you are here, Tom Bombadil?"

"Tom hears their be troubled in the world of Thrones. And the little Hobbits are involved"

"Yes. I have sent warriors from five worlds into the World Westeros, to save the country from the corruption of the Lannisters. But now the enemies of the five worlds will attempt to come to Westeros and will most likely destroy everything that has been worked up to now"

"Oh" said Tom, though his tone suggested he wasn't really concerned. Tom Bombadil was a man to never get too concerned over anything. Tom Bombadil wasn't ever concerned over Sauron or the One Ring, even being able to see those who wear the Ring and is even unaffected by the Ring itself. Aslan doubted that Tom would get worked up over anything that would happen at this point.

Aslan noticed that Tom was looking around.

"Now where be those two kids?"

"Orion and Yaylanna are in Westeros, Orion fighting with Robb Stark as Yaylanna is escorting Robert Baratheon to Eddard Stark. Now why are you here Tom?"

"Thought that Aslan should have company as bad things happens. Especially since those kids are gone" said Tom as he layed down on the ground and stretched. This is why Aslan had little understanding of the magical being before him. From the strange way he spoke to the fact that he already knew several things to even how nothing concerned him.

"Oh, Aslan" said Tom as he smiled to the Lion "Forgot to tell you something I did"

"What is it?"

What Tom said next had a hint of seriousness.

"Tion is in Westeros"

Aslan stiffened. Tion? In Westeros? As Aslan processed the thought through his head, he hoped that Orion wouldn't run into him.

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"Are you alright my lady?" asked Puddleglum to Sansa as Jeyne Poole sat next to the Stark girl on her bed.

"Yes" muttered Sansa, though Puddleglum could hear a hint of fear. Puddleglum couldn't blame her. Ser Meryn had nearly attacked her and the image of Puddleglum being in fight where he could've died must of been horrible. If Puddleglum died, then Sansa lost her greatest protector. Puddleglum was just relieved that he didn't have to fight Sandor Clegane. Not only was Puddleglum sure that the Hound could of easily killed him, but Puddleglum could see a hint of friendship between him and the Hound, so it wouldn't of been in Puddleglum's best interest to fight the Hound.

"Lady Stark" said Puddleglum "I know that this War has it's affect on you, but I assure you that I'll make sure I'll protect you"

"What if you die?" asked Sansa quietly, with Jeyne giving a little gasp.

"...Someone will most likely take up my place" said Puddleglum "But I have no intention of dying. As Lord Tyrion said on the day of Joffrey's name day, death is boring. And I don't plan on dying here" he took several steps towards the bed to the two girls "Do you?"

"..." Sansa shook her head "No"

"Good answer" he walked towards the door "Now if you excuse, I shall make my rounds" he left out of the door. As he made his way down the stairs, he saw Shae, the new maid that also watches over Sansa, coming up the steps.

"Evening Shae"

"And to you Puddleglum" said Shae. Puddleglum wanted to know what the accent in her voice was, but when he asked, she only replied 'foreign'. "I be careful if I was you, going against the King is dangerous"

Word must of got out. "Sandor Clegane scares me. Boba Fett scares me. Cersei Lannister scares me. Joffrey does not scare me, for he is only an idiot" said Puddleglum as he continued down the steps, not catching Shae's giggles.

Puddleglum walked around, no real destination in mind, when Podrick Payne walked down a flight of stairs and over to Puddleglum.

"Excuse me...Lord Puddleglum" said Pod, the hesitation probably being how Lord Puddleglum sounded so ridiculous.

"What is it boy?"

"Lord Tyrion has requested your presence" said Pod. Puddleglum looked up the stairs Podrick came down from and saw two Hill Tribesmen waiting.

"Well I can't say that I should refuse" said Puddleglum as he made his way up the stairs, Podrick following.

Puddleglum arrived in Tyrion's chambers in the Tower of the Hand after a long walk up the stairs. He saw that Tyrion Lannister was by the table with a cup of wine in his hands, Boba and Bronn in chairs around the table.

"Ah, Puddleglum" said Tyrion as he smiled "Come, have a seat" he gestured to the empty chair. Puddleglum looked at the three before he walked over and sat down.

"Have I done something to anger you, my Lord?" asked Puddleglum.

"Of come now Puddleglum. Your one of the few people here that doesn't anger me" said Tyrion as he took a sip of wine. Puddleglum used this time to look at Boba's face, since his helmet was off. Boba had many scars on his face and his eyes hid his true emotions. If Clegane could easily kill Puddleglum, Boba Fett could erase Puddleglum from existence.

"So why am I here?"

"I'm just wondering" Tyrion placed the wine cup down "What are you?"

"... A friend of Lord Varys"

"No no, I meant what are you? I know those hands aren't from some disease. Your not human"

"..."

"Oh don't worry" said Tyrion as he grinned "I really don't care what you are"

"...I am a Marsh Wiggle" Bronn snorted.

"Ah, and tell me. Where are Marsh Wiggles from?" asked Tyrion.

"We come from a Land far away from Westeros. I simply know Lord Varys through connections"

"What connections?"

"A different Lion than you or your family"

"... I see, so-"

Tyrion was interrupted as a knocking came from the door. Tyrion got up and opened the door, revealing Lancel Lannister on the other side.

"...Your visits are too few cousin" said Tyrion.

"Her Grace, the Queen Regent demands you release Ser Meryn Trant" said Lancel as he handed Tyrion a piece of scrolled up parchment. "Here's her warrant"

"So it is" Tyrion turned back into his room "Will you take a cup with me? I find that good wine helps me sleep"

"I'm here at her Graces request, not to drink with you and your thugs, Imp!"

"You forget yourself pretty boy" said Boba menacingly as he put emphasis on the boy part, though Tyrion raised a hand to him. This was obviously between him and Lancel.

"If my sister was so concerned with Trant, I thought she would of come herself. Instead she sends you...What am I to make of that?"

"I don't care what you make of it, so long as you release your prisoner immediately"

"And you've received these instructions directly from Cersei?" questioned Tyrion. Puddleglum didn't know exactly where Lord Tyrion was going with this. But all Puddleglum cared about was that Trant wasn't released to continue torturing Sansa.

"As I've said several times"

"And you waited this long to deliver the information?"

"When the Queen Regent gives me a command I carry it out without delay" Puddleglum noticed how Lancel's voice started to weaken.

"...Cersei must have great trust in you. Allowing you into her chambers, during the hour of the wolf"

Puddleglum noticed how Lancel was starting to shake "The Queen Regents has many responsibilities. She often works from dusk till dawn"

"She must be very glad to have you helping her, from dusk till dawn" said Tyrion as he got up and walked over to Lancel. "Ah. Lavender Oil. She always loved Lavender oil, even as a girl"

"I am a Knight!"

"...An anointed knight, yes. Tell me, did Cersei have you knighted before or after she took you into her bed?"

It was hard to tell who reacted harder, Lancel or Puddleglum. Lancel looked scared. Puddleglum looked shocked and sick.

"What?"

"Nothing to say? No more warnings"

Lancel turned to Tyrion. "You would draw these filthy accusations?!"

"Have you've ever thought about what King Joffrey would have to say if he found out you've been bedding his mother?"

Lancel covered his mouth with his hand as he sat down "I-It wasn't my fault" Boba smirked at how he dropped the tough facade.

"Did she take you? Can you not defend yourself knight?" mocked Tyrion as he walked over to Lancel.

"Your own father, Lord Tywin, when I was named the King's squire, he told me to obey her. In everything"

"Did he tell you to fuck her too?"

"I only meant, I did as I was bid"

"Hated every moment of it. Is that what you would have me believe?" said Tyrion "A high place in court, a knighthood, my sister's legs spreading open for you at night. Oh yes it must of been terrible. Wait here, his Grace would want to hear this" said Tyrion as he made his way to the door.

"Mercy" said Lancel as he got on his knees before Tyrion "Mercy, I beg of-"

"Save it for Joffrey, I hear he loves a good grovel"

"It was your sister's bidding, the Queen, I'll leave the city at once I swear"

"No, I think not"

"...My lord?"

"You heard me" said Tyrion "My father ordered you to obey my sister, obey her, keep her trust, pleasure her whenever she requires. No one need to know, as long as you keep faith with me. I what to know what Cersei is doing. Where she goes, who she sees, what they talk of, everything. And you will tell me"

"...Yes my lord I will" said Lancel "I swear it as you command"

The room was quiet until Tyrion started clapping his hands "Oh rise, rise" Tyrion turned around and picked up a cup "Let us drink to our understanding, oh you don't have a cup oh well" Lancel made his way to leave the room "Smile cousin, my sister is a beautiful woman. And all for the good of the realm. Go back and tell her that I beg her forgiveness, that I want no more conflict between us, and that henceforth I shall do as commanded"

"But her demands?"

"Oh, I'll give her Trant"

"You will?"

"Yes, I'll release him in the morning. Cersei can keep him as a pet as she wants but I will not have him back in the Kingsguard. I could swear that he was treated with care but, that would not strictly speaking be true" said Tyrion as he closed the door on Lancel before walking over to the table.

"That was fun to watch" said Bronn as Tyrion got back into his seat "Thought he was gonna piss his breeches"

"I think it's a bad idea to release Trant" said Boba.

"Oh he's harmless now, especially with those broken arms to go with the limp leg" said Tyrion "Now Puddleglum, sorry for that interruption, but where were we?"

"...I was just about to leave, Sansa will be wondering where I've been" said Puddleglum as he got up. He didn't want to be part of anymore of this.

"Fair enough" said Tyrion "Oh, mind keeping this a secret, wouldn't want problems, Master Marsh-Wiggle"

"Don't worry " said a green Puddleglum "I have no reason to talk about this whatsoever"

"Oh and one more thing" said Tyrion. Puddleglum waited for whatever Lord Tyrion had to say to him. After having his secret exposed and Ser Lancel's sin, Puddleglum didn't know what else could happen.

"Mind if I keep this?" asked Tyrion as he showed Puddleglum what was in his hand. It was the hammer Puddleglum threw at Meryn. He never did pick it up.

"Oh, um. No I don't mind" said Puddleglum as he opened the door.

"Mighty generous of you" said Tyrion "I thank you"

"Don't mention it" said Puddleglum as he closed the door.

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"So Fay deary" said a man "Know where all the cunts that fucker Orion are?"

"... a few dozen men and several hundred creatures travel with Eddard Stark, a group of Narnian beasts are with Stannis Baratheon, three are with Daenerys Targaryen, a few hundred are somewhere in Qarth, one man, one Narnian, and several creatures with Tyrion Lannister, Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers have arrived at the Wall, the Nazgul travel throughout the Riverlands, a small group with Catelyn Stark, another small group of pirates heading towards the Iron Island, the creature Gollum following Eddard Stark's group, one being escorted by Yaylanna, and-"

"Orion with Robb Stark and his group" said the man. This man and several others were currently somewhere in the North, shrouded by the darkness of night and the shade of the trees and their shadows.

"So that makes twelve groups in Westeros" said another voice.

"Thirteen you idiot. We count as one too" said another voice.

"..."

"You idiots" said the first voice "There's more than thirteen groups. Fay only gave us the names of the ones that actually mean something"

"Sorry"

"Sorry boss"

"But who could've imagined" said the first man "Aslan would actually do this much for one world. It's hilarious and exciting"

"Do you plan on assisting Aslan?" asked Fay.

"No, but I don't think I'll help those Lannister fuckers or this new Empire"

"So what do you plan to do?"

"I'll work on the sides. Do shit there, do shit here, take a shit somewhere else. Whatever the old instincts feel like"

"..."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'll take you to Winterfell Blacky" said the lead man "I haven't forgotten our recent deal"

"..."

"Fine be creepy"

The group then walked out of the forest.

One of them was a Barabel, a rough skinned creature from the Galaxy far, far away. It wore black/red armor and had a pair of blasters at his waist.

Another was a cloaked man with his entire body covered, except for the exposure of his right hand, which was fully mechanical. A lightsaber hung at his waist.

Another was blue haired woman who wore the robes of an Auror, a dark wizard catcher. She carried a wand in each hand.

Another was a centaur like man, instead in place of the lower body of a horse, it was the lower body of a tiger. The human part of the man was completely bare, blank eyes, and dirty orange hair.

And finally was the leader. He wore robes exactly like Orion's, except that it was all red with black around the sleeves and green around the hood. There were rips at the lower part of the robes and the sleeves. The man himself carried a sword that's hilt was as long as any sword's blade. The actual blade itself was as long and wide as it's owner.

"Time this world screamed in terror" said Tion as he gripped his giant sword.

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Hey it's been a awhile. I've been working on another story (your welcome to read, please) and kind of didn't have time to work on this. But I'm not giving up on this story. So here's Chapter 33 in honor of the Fifth Season of Game of Thrones.

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