I have been wanting, for a long time, to make a Elder Scrolls/Game of Thrones crossover but never could come up with some good ideas for it. However, recently I have decided to just start working on the story and figure things out as I go along. So yeah, welcome to my first Elder scrolls/Game of Thrones crossover.

And yes, the pairing is indeed the Dragonborn/Daenerys Targaryen because Daenerys happens to be my favourite character, well favourite female character in Game of Thrones. Favourite male character would have to be Tyrion Lannister.

Now I have been strongly debating on which but to start the story in, whether it be season 1 or season 2, before I decided to just begin the story at the beginning of season 1, and I'll need to figure out some good changes that can happen which most likely won't come about until season 2 or after.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls or Game of Thrones.

Lakeview Manor

"DOVAHKIIN!"

A pair of eyes snapped open, revealing dark blue that stared up at the ceiling of his house as the ground shook under the force of the powerful voice. While some would probably be shaking, and most of Skyrim would be waking up from that voice being heard all over, this man was not shaken or even bothered. This has happened to him before, he knew what it was.

He had been summoned.

Daemon sighed as he sat up in his bed, the covers falling down to reveal his bare chest/ He pushed them off as he swung his legs out and stood, dressed in nothing but a white loincloth. Daemon was a young man of twenty five-years old, had long black hair that stopped a little bit past his shoulders, dark blue eyes similar to the dark blue ocean waters. Due to being a Nord, he was physically fit and healthy, had the body of an experienced warrior that has seen various battles and been in them as well as trained to be a great warrior.

He walked over to his wardrove and opened it, grabbing his Nightingale Armor and put it on. After getting dressed, he reached in and pulled out a black sheathe with a sword already sheathed inside it. The sword had a black guard with a dragon head pommel at the top. Upon pulling the sword halfway out, he stared at the smooth, silver, reflective blade, staring at his own reflection before he sheathed the sword. (AN: For better description, think of Zar'roc from the Eragon movie but the blade is silver like any other sword, and the ruby is replaced by a dragon head)

"My Thane!" He heard a familiar voice as he was in the midst of strapping his sheathed sword to his hip. He paused in his work and looked up as his Housecarl and one of his most trusted friends, Lydia, came into his bedroom. "I assume you've-"

"Heard the Greybeards calling? Aye, I did." Daemon said as he finished ensuring his sword was strapped to his side. "I must make haste to High Hrothgar. I only told them and Paarthurnax to summon me if it's something very urgent and serious. And considering that I have been summoned, I would take it this matter really is a serious one if they are summoning me. Are the kids awake?"

Lydia shook her head with an amused smile. "No, they're still asleep I think. I'm amazed they could actually remain asleep through that."

Daemon chuckled. "I doubt even the sounds of battle or even a dragon could dsisturb them from their sleep."

"Papa?" A little girl's voice called from the doorway, causing the two adults to look and spot a young girl rubbing her eyes tiredly as she entered the bedroom.

"Looks like I was wrong." Daemon said to Lydia before walking over to his daughter and picking her up. "Hey Sofie, what are you doing awake?"

"The thunder woke me."

Chuckling, Daemon took his adopted daughter back to the bedroom she shared with her brother, Alesan, Daemon's adopted son, and he tucked her into bed before crouching to his knees. "Look sweetie, I'm going to be going away for a while."

Sofie's eyes widened in exictement. "Are you going on an adventure?"

"Most likely." Daemon nodded. "And while I'm gone, you be good for Lydia and look after yoru brother. Okay?"

"Okay papa." Sofie said and smiled as her father kissed the top of her head. "Thank you."

"For what?" Daemon tilted his head curiously.

"For adopting me."

Daemon smiled and ruffled her hair before ensuring she was tucked into bed and had closed her eyes to go back to sleep, then left the bedroom and quietly shut the door behind him. Going downstairs, he found Lydia at one of the tables, eating sme cheese.

"Lydia, I'm going to High Hrothgar." Daemon said as he threw his Nightingale cloak hood up. "Look after the children and the house."

"You got it." Lydia said with a nod efore resuming eating her breakfast while Daemon exited Lakeview manor, finding a black horse with red eyes already waiting for him.

"Hey Shadowmere." Daemon smiled as he walked up and patted the horse, then saddled him. "Looks like we're going on another adventure most likely."

With that, he made haste to High Hrothgar.

Throat of the World.

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin." Paarthurnax greeted Daemon as he approached the Throat of the World.

"Paarthurnax," Daemon greeted the old dragon and nodded toward the red dragon next to him, "Hello, Odahviing."

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin," Odahviing replied, inclining his head briefly.

Daemon took a brief onceover of the Throat of the World. The place where he brought an Elder Scroll and looked backwards in time to learn Dragonrend in order to defeat Alduin the World-Eater. The place where he and Alduin had their first battle. It felt only yesterday that happened when in reality... that was five years ago.

Daemon turned his attention to Paarthurnax. "I take it this is a serious and urgent matter if you've had the Greybeards summon me here. They said you wished to speak with me."

"Nii los, dii fahdon. (It is, my friend.)" Paarthurnax replied, turning his gaze in a direction. "I have summoned you here because I have felt a large shift in the lein, in the world. I can feel a deadly force across the sea, in the land of Westeros."

"A force?" Daemon asked, his interest piqued. "What kind?"

Paarthurnax turned to him. "Dinok. (Death.)"

Daemon narrowed his eyes, "How can you feel death?"

"Buruk wah gelaar. (Hard to clarify.) It is difficult to explain to a human. Dov can sense forces in the lein. When you killed Alduin, I felt his laas slip away. And when you met the dragon Durnehviir, I felt both life and death coming from him."

"Well, he was an undead dragon."

"Geh. Indeed. And I feel dinok from across the sea."

"Tell me what you feel, Paarthurnax," Daemon sat cross-legged in front of the Word Wall.

"Pogaas dinok. (Much death.) There is much death walking the earth. It gathers in the north of Westeros, and I fear it will spread if it is not stopped."

Daemon was silent for a few moments before he nodded. "Then I will go to Westeros and investigate this. If it's something that threatens the entire world, then I will do whatever I can to stop it."

"Take caution, Dovahkiin." Odahviing cautioned. "I believe there is more to this force of death than we believe. It may be unlike anything you've ever faced."

Daemon smirked at him. "Underestimating me, old friend?"

Odahviing huffed. "Zu'u fund kos meyus wah nebenvah kriid do Alduin. (I would be foolish to underestimate the slayer of Alduin.)"

Daemon chuckled and nodded. "Shall we get going?"

Odahviing shook his head. "I cannot come this time, Doavhkiin. The land of Westeros once had dragons roaming it's lands, dragons unlike us. However... that time has passed and now dragons are nothing but legend in Westeros. If you showed up on the back of a dragon-"

"I'd get more attention than I want, unwanted attention." Daemon finished, understanding Odahviing's point. "Then I will go by boat. But if I need you while I'm there-"

"I will come." Odahviing said firmly.

Daemon nodded and left the Throat of the World, to barter a boat that will take him to Westeros and he can begin his journey...

And that's it for the first chapter. I know it's probably not much, but I figured it helped as a good starting point. I was going to have Daemon be accompanied by two allies, maybe, but felt like he can handle this on his own for now.

At least for the season 1 half of the story, he'll probably send word for allies near the end after realizing he'll need them when it comes to the Lannisters.

If anybody wants to help with ideas for this story, then either PM me or talk to me on Discord.