Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 18 of my Crossover story, enjoy.

Reviews

Marina Ka-Fai: Yes, sadly she is.
wazzup11: That's a bit harsh, I wouldn't call her that, naïve yes, idiot no. Glad you like her.
Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, yeah, it's a shame, Sansa is so blind to the truth sadly.
Boris Yeltsin: Yes, I'm afraid so.
mr I hate znt nobles kill em: I'd say she's more naïve than an idiot; but yeah, you're right, well, wait and see. Yes, the Qunari are going to cause some major issues; don't know where you're getting the High Sparrow from though, he isn't even prominent at this time.
Wolfgirl2013: Thanks :)
Umbra Venator: I'd say more she's naïve than an idiot.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Bran

Bran sighed tiredly as the man who had come to Winterfell with a petition for the Lord of Winterfell left. He had been dealing with several cases like this and it was growing on his mind; he was weary, yet he persevered. Many of the issues weren't too difficult thankfully and he had Maester Luwin to help him. The Maester turned to him at that point, having heard him sigh.

"You're doing very well Bran, I believe we are nearly finished for the day." He said kindly.

Bran nodded. "Yes, of course…Although we still haven't worked out how to handle things with the Elves that had have appeared here in the North."

Luwin sighed. "I know; it's a tricky state of affairs, especially as we don't know yet how to approach them. However I do have some good news."

Bran turned to him, surprised. "Oh?"

"I just received a raven, the army is coming home, an armistice was reached with the Lannisters." Luwin revealed.

Bran brightened at that. "So, Robb's coming home?"

Luwin nodded. "Yes; not only that, Lord and Lady Stark are with him too."

"Mother, father?" Bran gasped. "They…?"

"From what I could find out, yes, they are all coming home." Luwin replied with a smile.

Bran smiled too relieved; although still concerned, for in the midst of all that good news, there was something that troubled him, not one word had been said about his sisters.

That night; Bran found himself dreaming again; at first it was the same as his other strange dreams, seeing things through Summer's eyes. But then, in a flash of green light, everything changed, he was once more standing, walking, in that strange dark void. He could hear whispering and what sounded like muted screams all around him.

He instantly realized. 'Something's different, this isn't like the other times…This isn't like those times I saw that Elf here.'

He continued to walk onwards; hoping something would change, trying to block the terrible sounds out. Eventually something changed, but not in a good way. With an almost blinding flare, the darkness pulled back to reveal he was standing upon a circular area made of stone, jagged spires of stone circled the arena, for that was what it appeared to be.

The path behind him had vanished, the only other path was up a long flight of stone steps to a strange green portal.

'Where am I…what is this place?' He wondered; a feeling of cold dread coming over him. "Is anyone there?!"

His voice echoed but there was no reply; at first. Just as Bran was about to start walking again, a figure appeared before him.

The figure was large, much taller than Bran, towering over him; his features were unclear, being shrouded in shadow but his glowing red eyes were narrowed in a glare, malice rolled off him and Bran felt himself shrink back.

"Wh-who…?" He gasped.

The figure then spoke, their voice deep and menacing. "Foolish boy, so you are the pretender…The one who had the gall to think he could match me, the Elder One."

Bran shook his head; feeling more fearful by the second. "I don't know what you…?"

"You stole it from me; that which is rightfully mine…The very weapon I used to cleave the heavens. That which formed this unusual Union of the worlds." The shadowy figure spoke again. "You stole it, now I've come for it…Give it to me!"

Bran stepped back. "I don't know what you're…"

The man growled. "Enough, you will return it to me, or I shall…"

His hands, ending in thin bony claw like fingers were raised towards Bran, dark energy gathering.

Then suddenly another voice rang out. "RUN!"

Bran reacted immediately, running past the giant shadowy figure. He didn't know how but he knew that the man who just yelled was the Elf he had seen in his dreams before.

With nowhere else to go, he ran up the stairs, ignoring the frustrated yell of anger from the shadowy figure. He made it to the green portal and suddenly jerked awake with a cry.

'A nightmare, it was…just a nightmare.' He realized.

Yet even realizing this didn't help, he still felt terrified.

Bran bit his lip, trying to push the nightmare out of his mind. He was in the Great Hall ready to welcome some guests; they had sent a raven ahead to say they would be coming, yet they were surprisingly late.

"Who is it we are meeting again?" Bran asked Maester Luwin.

Luwin replied. "The children of your father's friend, Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch. We were expecting them to turn up before the return of the army; while that is still the case, they are surprisingly late."

Bran nodded also feeling perplexed by this. He knew about Howland Reed and had learned about the Crannogmen from the Neck; he knew them to be, different, from the others, nonetheless, he couldn't wait to meet them. Just then the doors opened and they were announced.

"Lady Meera Reed and Lord Jojen Reed of Greywater Watch, my Lord."

Bran watched as the two announced entered the hall. The boy was about two years older than Bran; yet he wasn't much taller, he was rather skinny with short brown hair and deep green eyes. The girl was older, about eight and ten, yet was roughly the same height as her brother; with wild brown hair and green eyes, she also looked more cheerful, smiling and relaxed.

Like her brother she was also slender, also he noted, unlike Sansa, she was as flat as a boy. Yet Bran felt his gaze being drawn to her; he knew it wasn't polite to stare; but he couldn't help himself. Something about the girl drew his gaze; when he looked at her he felt his mouth go dry.

They both bowed and formerly introduced themselves; as they stood up; Meera Reed seemed to realize he was staring at her as her head turned slightly, their eyes locked and she smiled at him. Bran felt his face grow hot and prayed he wasn't blushing; he shyly looked away and noted their companion.

Their companion was a young man, not that tall, with a skinny build, blonde hair and grey eyes. What stood out most about him however was his pointed ears, he was an Elf. It was then Bran noticed that all three of them seemed somewhat dishevelled.

"We apologize for our delay." Jojen Reed stated. "We were waylaid on the road by bandits."

Meera nodded. "Yes, they took us captive, I don't know what they had planned, we were saved before they could do anything by Taren here."

She gestured to the Elf who smiled and bowed. Bran smiled gently, a strange feeling of relief that the bandits hadn't harmed these two, strangely his relief seemed particularly strong for Meera.

"Thank you Taren." He said kindly.

The Elf nodded. "It was my pleasure…Lord Stark?"

Bran nodded. "My father will be back soon, we'll be able to talk properly then…Until then, I welcome you all to Winterfell."

They thanked him and soon were taken to get settled in. Bran bit his lip; while distracted for a moment, he was now worrying about the nightmare again, wondering what it meant.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.