GUYS. I FOUND THE MISSING SANDOR CLEGANE FILES DEEP DEEP DEEP IN MY EMAILS. EYYY

Littlefinger's brothel was empty that night save for its whores. Ros had returned several hours ago, her face bloodied and bruised but now a new threat loomed; The Battle of Blackwater Bay. The girl's could only listen as the battle raged outside of the city walls and most of them cowered in fear at the screams.

Elyria sat quietly next to Ros' bed, the girl hadn't wanted to be alone and she wouldn't say what happened to her, so Elyria made to sit next to her sleeping form. The Dornish girl waited patiently all night, even through the ear piercing loudness of the explosion that she could see from Ros' window. It was green and angry and she swore she felt a wave of heat hit her face.

It was then that she broke into Baelish's office and took up his sword. It was smaller than swords she'd used before and she hadn't held one in quite sometime, as she had been partial to spears and halberds, but she remembered how to use one and she sure as hell wasn't letting anyone take her alive. So Elyria fidgeted quietly at Ros' bedside, the sword unsheathed and draped across her lap. One hand rested on it's hilt while the other nervously played with her hair, but her eyes never left the door to Ros' room.

There was a ruckus in the common area and she heard several of her fellow workers raise their voices. Heavy footsteps thudded through the common area and Elyria could hear the slam of a door. Her door. The Dornish woman stood, taking several steps forward, only to be stopped by Ros' light hand on her wrist, she'd been woken up by the noise outside. Elyria gave her a weak smile before gently tugging her wrist free.

The Dornish woman had no sooner sunk into a defensive stance, than the door came crashing open. She was surprised to see Sandor Clegane come barreling in, his face bloodied and his breathing heavy. He looked as terrified as a giant man like him could possibly look. The Hound looked down at his songbird in confusion, the point of her sword nearly touching the tip of his nose.

"Oh fuck off and get that tooth pick out of my face." He growled, shoving it to the side with two gloved fingers. Elyria scowled at him, turning back to Ros to check on the poor woman.

"Are you mad! I could have killed you!" She hissed, sheathing the weapon.

"Not with that cunt sword you couldn't have." He told her, throwing a look over his shoulder. The coast was clear, he hadn't been followed… Yet. "Get your things. We're leaving."

"Leaving?" Elyria barked out a laugh. Until she realized he was not joking. "I'm not going anywhere! I'm needed here!"

"For what?" Sandor scoffed, catching Elyria off guard. "So you can be a whore and make money for someone who threatened your life just earlier today?" He reasoned with her. Elyria frowned, biting her lip. She felt Ros sit up in her bed, squeezing Elyria's hand tightly. "I've just deserted my post! They'll put my head on a spike and what do you think is going to happen to you if Littlefinger let's it slip that you're my lover?"

"He's right you know." Ros agreed weakly. "Littlefinger doesn't care what happened to us. He'll turn you in in a heartbeat."

"And go where?" Elyria's voice broke as she tried to still the way her heart beat at the way he said lover. Of course she wanted to go with him, but where too? How long could they hide from the Lannister's and Littlefinger's birds? "I'm not sure if you've realized but we have pissed off two of the most reached cunts in all of Westeros."

"I haven't figured that out yet but if you stay you've just signed your death certificate." Sandor was practically begging her. Elyria looked again at Ros, who gave her a weak smile. She knew that he was right, she knew that she couldn't stay. King's Landing was too dangerous a place.

"Fine." She relented finally and Sandor felt his heart soar. "It won't take long for me to pack. We have time, Littlefinger is not here." Elyria told him, taking the sheathed sword in her hand. He raised an eyebrow to her and she sighed. "What?"

"You're taking the cunt sword?" He asked her. Elyria gawked at him, wide eyed.

"Yes I'm taking the cunt sword!" She scoffed, pushing past him, muttering under her breath curses as she went to go pack.

They rode long and hard west for most of the night, neither of them knowing where they were going. Sandor had warned her that their stops would be short and they would not happen often for the first few weeks. Neither of them could afford to get caught now, not after they'd made such a successful escape. Elyria did not argue with him, she knew how dangerous it would be to stop at a major inn or farmhouse within a days ride of King's Landing. The last thing they needed was to walk into a Lannister aligned household.

It was only after agreeing to ride for as long as he wanted, that Elyria regretted her decision. The Hound rode his horse hard and she was unaccustomed to the rough ride. It had been so long since she'd ridden a horse that after the first hour her arms began to throb, then after the first several hours her thighs followed suit. She'd managed to find a pair of riding leather pants and a tunic shirt, what she'd worn when she left Dorne, and even through the thick material her legs still chaffed.

It was nearly morning, if Elyria turned she could see the sun faintly at their backs. Her head lolled painfully, she hadn't slept all night, which jarred her neck with a loud crack. With a sharp cry Elyria clutched her head, but if Sandor noticed he did not stop, even if he did clutch her waist tightly from behind.

"Stop! Stop please!" Elyria begged him. Sandor growled, but he did as she asked him, drawing his horse off the main road and deep into the tree line. In one smooth move, he dismounted, turning to help Elyria as well.

"I warned you Songbird, there would be no stops for a while!" He practically snarled, but Elyria didn't care. She took his hand all the same, clumsily climbing down from his steed. When her feet hit the ground she crumbled, her jelly legs unable to hold her weight. Sandor frowned at her, feeling a slight guilt for yelling at her.

"I'm sorry but I have to take a break. I can't feel my legs and my back is killing me." She tried not to whine but that's what came out of her mouth. "I'm not accustomed to horseback like you are and without a place to go we'll be riding for days! We need a plan!" Elyria told him. Sandor had to admit she was right, they needed a plan of action and after a few minutes of debating he had one.

"We'll go to Dorne." Elyria shook her head furiously. Dorne wasn't a option, she'd be killed and so would he. "Swallow your pride little girl! Just because things didn't go your way-"

"In Dorne I'm a deserter! My Step Mother and Sisters will kill us both." Elyria shouted, her voice echoing off the trees. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes growing wide with shock. "Fuck me." She muttered, now the cat was out of the proverbial bag.

"What did you just say." Sandor said coolly. He knew what she said but he wanted her to say it one more time. Elyria dared a look over her shoulder at him, only to find her Hound glaring down at her. She didn't ay anything for a good second as she tried desperately to get her thoughts together.

"In Dorne I'm a deserter. I left the house of my father, Oberyn Martell nearly a year ago now-"

"Ohh fuck off. You're a damn Sand Snake!" He hissed, kicking a nearby pile of leaves. Elyria flinched as she watched him throw his tantrum but she didn't move from where she was knelt. "Wasn't it you who had bitched and pissed about the possibility that I was knight, when you've been dishonest far longer than me!" He shouted to the trees. He was angry, she'd lied to him! A lie of commission but a lie all the same!

"You probably experience joy as you take a man's life but I don't!" She spat, getting to her feet. "Littlefinger's brothel was my only way out! If they were to find where I was they would kill me ans anyone involved with me. I don't like killing!" Sandor roared, grabbing her chin quietly.

"The Lannister's are killers. Your father is a killer. Your sisters are killers. Your children will be killers someday. Littlefinger is a killer. His soggy cunt is the reason that dear Ned Stark, Hand of the King and King in the North lost his fucking head." Sandor paused, his scowl dropping from his face. "If you want to survive out here you'll continue to kill too. The world is built by killers, girl, so you better get used to it."

"Don't you think I know that?" Elyria snapped at him, defiant yet quiet. She knew he was right but she wouldn't just bend to his will. Sandor paused, looking between both of her eyes until his they flickered to her lips and finally his hand at her chin. He released her roughly, turning to walk away.

"Aye." He muttered, just loudly enough that she barely heard it. But she heard the disappointment in his words loud and clear. "Get back on the fucking horse. We have riding to do."

They rode long in to the day in a very heavy silence. Though Sandor held her waist to steady her on their horse, it was not a happy hold. It was cold and hard, much like his chest armor that dug unforgivingly into her back. Elyria felt awful for not confiding in him her past. If she had known the Hound as she did now, before Jofferey's assault, before things got complicated, she certainly would have told him. She trusted the man, obviously, and now here they were, not speaking to each other.

It was nearly sundown before they stopped, and once again Sandor pulled them far off into the woods before dismounting his horse. After helping Elyria down, he tied the steed off out of sight to a nearby tree before settling down onto a nearby log. Elyria followed suit, except she chose a small patch of grass to sit in, the only patch that had managed to grow in the thick underbrush. After sitting in silence for quite some time, there was a rumbling from across the clearing. Elyria's eyes widened in surprise, it was the Hound's belly

"You're hungry." She hummed, obviously. The Hound scowled at her but he didn't say a word. "We need food, Sandor." She said, refusing to let the conversation die.

"And how do you suppose we fix it? Unless you've got a stove hidden in your cleavage I think we're pretty fucked, girl." He told her harshly. Elyria frowned, noticing she was back to being called 'girl' again.

"You can start a fire."

"Fuck fire." He said, almost immediately. Elyria cocked an irritated eyebrow at him.

"Why the hell not?" She spat. It was going to be cold soon and all she had was a light cloak.

"Fires are beacons and you can see them for miles. Fuck. Fire." He covered well, settling back into his log. Elyria sniffed indignantly, standing from her patch of dirt.

"Fine!" she huffed, taking off towards the woods.

"And where the fuck do you think you're going?" Sandor shouted after her. She stopped to look at him momentarily.

"We're in a forest, Hound. I hope you like berries and tree bark." Elyria hissed at him, stalking off through bushes. Sandor huffed something after her, but she didn't care to hear him. There was still at least an hour of daylight, Elyria could still find something to eat. She wouldn't go far from camp, there had to be something edible around here somewhere.

Elyria foraged for quite sometime, and was actually quite proud of what she'd managed to find. She knew that the Hound couldn't stay mad at her forever, and she would just have to weather his moody storm, which hopefully her food finds would help make more tolerable. It was nearly dark when she got back to camp. Or what she thought was camp, considering the small break in the tree growth was empty. Elyria began to fume, he had left her!

"Oh you shitty Hound!" She yelled, dropping her bag of goods, her voice echoing into the trees. But then she saw in the patch of dirt next to the log where Sandor sat, several grooves in the fine dirt. Growing closer she could see that they weren't normal wear and tear of his boots, it looked like someone had been dragged. Elyria knelt to the ground and upon further inspection she could see several boot prints littered the campsite, all of different sizes. A feeling of dread crept over Elyria's body. "That shitty king has found him!" She whispered hastily.

There was no time to waste, she had to catch up to them, and Elyria stood, turning to run for Sandor's horse, only to run into something tall and hard. The sudden impact nearly knocked her to the ground but she caught herself before she fell. Elyria was terrified to find that she had run into a giant man, but it was not her giant man. The stranger grinned at her quietly from where he stood.

"The King's dog told us he was alone, but there were two packs on his horse. He thinks we're stupid but we know better." The man told her as he took a step towards her. Without mincing words, Elyria drew her cunty blade, leveling it towards her attacker quietly. He raised an amused eyebrow as well as his hands in surrender.

"I will gut you." She hissed at him. The man chuckled and sighed.

"A Dornish accent. We don't hear too many of those around here." He told her happily. "Now, we aren't sure why you chose the company you did, but the boss would probably like for us to take both of you, so you can either come easy or I can make you." That was when Elyria noticed how he used the plural form of the word I.

"What do you mean we?" She asked him, but it was too late, from behind a another set of arms grabbed her and the man in front of her shoved a burlap sack over her head. "Let me go!" she screeched, struggling against him as she began to wildly swipe her sword. The man grabbed her wrist, twisting as he did, and she felt her sword fall from her fingers as another pair of arms grabbed her legs.

"Take her to the wagon. We need to get riding if we hope to make it to the inn by first light." Elyria heard the first man say as she tried in vain to free her legs. If she could just get them free!

It wasn't until they tossed her into a wagon that she stopped struggling. She landed hard on her chest, while the man who had her arms pinned her down, tying her wrists together much too tightly. Elyria tried desperately to wriggle free before he tied the final knot, but it was no use and once again she was tossed further up into the wagon where she landed with a loud oof on something hard.

"Elyria?" A gruff voice came. Elyria's stomach began to do flips and she struggled to sit up. She found it impossible without arms, so instead she settled on to her Hound's chest.

"I thought you'd left without me!" she whispered sheepishly, her voice pitchy. She fought back the urge to cry hysterics.

"What? Don't be a twat. The fuck would I leave you for?" Elyria remained silent as she tried to think of a delicate way to say because I lied to you. "Did they hurt you, girl?" he asked her, catching her off guard.

"Only my pride. They snuck up on me twice, the cunts. Who the fuck are they?" Elyria asked him.

"The Brotherhood Without Banners. It seems the King's dog is a fitting trophy." Sandor replied huskily. He was worried, honestly. Being captured by the Lannisters was one thing, at least he knew where he stood with them, but the Brotherhood was a different story. They were a rebel group who did whatever the fuck they wanted against Lannisters and their aligned with extreme prejudice.

"At least they aren't Lannisters?" Elyria offered him to which he snorted.

"I'd rather they were. Then they'd just put my head on a spike and be done with it." The wagon grew quiet, neither of them seeming to mind the awkward position they were in, Elyria sprawled on top of him. "Get some sleep, I have a feeling we're gonna need it for tomorrow."