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Chapter One

"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!"

I see that the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard is now sharpening his sword, it was only a matter of time, before this day came. I myself see him turn as the sound of horses riding can be heard, it is growing louder so I know that they have come. Ned Stark is here and from the looks of it, he has brought seven men who he can trust, we have our order from our Prince and now I go and retrieve my helmet now as I glance again at them. Eight in total and there are only two of us, it is going to be quite a fight. Out of the eight, only Lord Stark has the look of a northmen, the rest of them, they are too fair. The one who stands at the right side of Lord Stark, I have seen him before at the tournament, his name is Maglor, one of those who took up the mantle of that name, the old protectors of the North. I can see Maglor and Lord Stark throw a glance up at the tower and then back to one another. Lord Commander Hightower and I now walk over to the eight of them, I carry the Dawn I one hand and my helmet in the other.

Now as we come face to face with them I plunge Dawn into the ground as I look to Lord Stark and change the arm that was holding my helmet. I now glance at the men he has brought with him, all of them look rather fair and all alike in a way. I recall the stories, the stories of how the seven guardians in the North, the Seven Sons of Fëanor, I would have thought Maglor was one of their descendants when I first met him. But now that I see all Seven of them, I recall the legends from the days of Bran the Builder. They all stand much taller than Lord Stark, all them seem fair and handsome in ways that no man or woman can be. I could swear there is light shining within their eyes and every single one of the seven, fit their description from legend. Only those who see all seven at once could possibly understand that they were not descended from those seven, they are the Seven Sons of Fëanor.

The the tallest of them all, the one with the red hair and the red cape, he has only one hand. They all have pointed ears and have a diamond with intricate detail somewhere upon their clothing. I did expect to fight either the best the North had to offer or the most loyal to House Stark. I did not expect him to bring the legends of the North down upon us, Lord Stark must truly wish to save his sister. I now nod as I grimace at him and say now "Lord Stark."

His face is earnest as he nods to me and asks "I looked for you on the trident, why weren't you there to protect your Prince?"

To that I bluntly state "We weren't there."

Lord Commander Hightower at this point sees fit to speak as well as he now state rather rudely to Lord Stark "Your friend the usurper would lie beneath the ground if we had been."

I close my eyes and silently curse that he had to say this, I turn to look at him, but do not turn fully knowing that it would not do anything good for this situation, it is only the two of us against the eight of them. Lord Stark now looks rather angry as he states Lord Commander Hightower "The Mad King is dead, Rhaegar lies beneath the ground."

Now Lord Stark turns his head to me and asks me "Why weren't you there to protect your Prince?"

I Now nod slightly as I just tell him "Our Prince wanted us here."

Lord Stark now looks up at the tower behind both Lord Commander Hightower and myself, I see his hand tighten on his sword, I can hear it as well. I do not take my eyes from him, but I can feel that Lord Commander Hightower has turned his gaze to me, he and I both know that this talking will soon be at an end. Lord Stark's gaze turns back to me and I feel as if he is glaring daggers at me as he now asks in a very different and cold tone "Where's my sister?"

I now take in a deep breath as I look at him and smile slightly as I tell him truthfully "I wish you good fortune in the wars to come."

Now I put on my helmet and Gerold Hightower does the same, Lord Stark allows us to do this and as I look up at him, I can tell he does not wish to fight us. I have my duty and honor to my Prince so I now look back into his eyes as I now say "And now it begins."

Both Gerold and I now in a clean and swift flourish draw our swords, I now hold out both Dawn and my other blade as we stare down Lord Stark and the Seven Sons of Fëanor. Maglor looks to me and then glances to Lord Stark who I can feel is not happy about this situation. He looks at me and I think his eyes are filled with regret and sympathy as he tells us both "No, now it ends."

He gives a slight nod as he and all of his seven allies draw their swords, each sword of Seven Sons, they are of much finer craft that most if not any other swords I have ever seen. All of them must truly be the fabled Seven Sons of Fëanor, all of them must be Noldor, those who are as they say from the first born. I am Ser Arthur Dayne, Knight and Kingsgaurd of Aryes II Targaryen. I am Prince Rhaegar's closest friend and am here by his bidding, as the wind now blows I can see the famed pointed ears of the Son's of Fëanor. Neither I nor Gerold Hightower move as I am sure he now knows who it is we face.

Maglor watched the boy practice archery while being watched by his father and mother who were on the balcony above. Drawing the bow the boy aimed poorly and his arrow went wide hitting a barrel instead of the target, this clearly amused the two of his elder brothers as one of them, wore a smirk at this.

Seeing that his younger brother was rather upset about missing the other brother, the one with black hair walked over to him, standing next to him and placing his hands on the younger boy's shoulders he leaned in and said in a soft voice "Go on" he encouraged "father's watching." The two of then then turn and looked up to where they presumed their father to be "and your mother" he added. The boy nodded to his parents and then turned around to face the targets.

Taking deep breaths the boy drew the arrow and then loosed it, missing the target by a fair few feet and sailing over the wall even. This caused his two elder brothers to laugh chuckling at the shot, with even the youngest who was seated on a saddle that was propped up on a small fence began to chuckle. All of this only added to their brother's frustration at not being able to hit the target.

The boys father, the lord of this castle and land spoke, he was clearly amused like his wife was "and which one of you was a marksman at ten?" he asked his sons, who sobered up a bit with that question. "Keep practising Bran" the Lord encouraged his son. Seeing that Bran was still unsure his father add "go on."

"I was" Maglor thought, but these were men, the second born, they were not Quendi, the Eldar as his folk are called. Also he was not laughing though he was tempted to laugh, but at how sad the boy's archery was.

Obeying the Boy turned around once more and took aim, while his brothers and parents were focusing so much on him Maglor spied the their sister the one only a year older than Bran grab a bow for herself and notch an arrow before firing. Maglor found himself smiling amused by this as the arrow hit the target right in it's centre surprising everyone.

Turning around the brothers saw their sister who smiled impishly before giving them a short curtsy after which was short because Bran had begun to chase her in good humour. "Faster Bran" one of his elder brothers joked as Bran charged after sister.

Maglor now heard his brother Caranthir, what was he doing here, he rarely visits Winterfell speak "perhaps you should name your daughter Arya heir to Winterfell, Ned" he addressed the Lord, we have never referred to any of the lords by their title. This earned a few chuckles from the brothers still present. But Lord Stark's Wife seemed to take the double meaning that laced his words and for a moment her smile dropped into a scowl, not directed at him but at the boy you had not referred to her as Bran's mother and not his.

The boy that she stared at was almost a perfect replica of Lord Stark, having more Stark in him and very little of anything else, he had the dark brown hair that all but Arya lacked, his eyes once a glance were black, but on closer inspection they were actually a dark grey. This said Maglor nor his brothers were of the secondborn, none of them would not presume his eyes to be black at first glance.

Eddard Stark did not see this action nor the slight Caranthir had made and decided to laugh, "and cage her?" he asks in good humour. "She wouldn't stay put long enough" Lord Stark added, causing even his wife to smile at that joke.

"Lord Stark" Martyn Cassel the master of arms at Winterfell called out to his Lord interrupting the moment, Maglor saw him walking up to the two with Ned's ward, the Ironborn boy, Theon Greyjoy at his side. "My Lady" Martyn greeted the Lady Stark as he stopped walking, both Maglor and Caranthir had heard the arrival of horses at Winterfell, they were the firstborn, and their ears were not just there to look pretty, so hearing this conversation was of little to no effort at all for them.

"A Guardsmen just rode in from the hills" Martyn began "they just captured a deserter from the Nightswatch" he explained.

"So that's why Caranthir is here" Maglor noted eyeing his brother's back "There must be something that he wants to ask him, most probably concerning the wights and white walkers." Caranthir had been one of three of the seven of them who had decided to venture north of the wall to investigate the growing power they had all sensed there, the other two being Amrod and Amras.

Lord Stark paused for a moment and then spoke to Theon "get the lads to saddle their horses" the Greyjoy nodded and turned to leave.

"Do you have to?" he wife asked him, her tone pleading.

"He swore an Oath Cat" Ned informed her solemly, his tone not really leaving room for argument.

"Law is Law my lady" Martyn said solemnly.

Ned looked to Martyn and said "tell Bran he's coming too" Martyn nodded before he too walked off.

"Ned" his wife addressed the Lord Stark "ten is too young to say such things"

"She only says that because the boy is her favourite" Maglor noted, he also was aware that Caranthir must have the same thought, only that hiss would have been more bitter. The quickest to anger of the sons of Fëanor had been the least favoured of their father and he had never taken well to it, or anyone else favouring one child over the another.

Ned Stark turned to his Lady wife "he won't be a boy forever Catelyn" he said his solemn tone "and winter is coming" Ned added repeating the words of house stark before leaving his wife standing there.

"Winter is coming, if only you knew how soon it is" Maglor thought to himself as he and Caranthir shared a concerned glance.

As the Stark boys packed away the target along with the bow and arrows Catelyn looked over at the three of them before focusing on the one that was not hers with scorn. The boy felt her gaze and lifted his head up to meet it before he looked down again and resumed packing the arrows.

Catelyn only stopped her gaze when she saw the disapproving look that both Maglor and Caranthir gave her, though the latter's was filled with more disgust than the look she had given the boy.

All of the brothers when they could took the time to remind her of how much she did not belong in Winterfell and her treatment of Jon snow was just another reason she shouldn't be here.

Maedhros the first born of the Seven was within his tower at Winterfell, it was the first one east of the North gate. Only a few dared enter it, for there were only two people to inhabited this place since Roberts Rebellion, though the rumour had it this was where the Seven Sons of Fëanor resided while at Winterfell. But there was another inhabitant of this tower, a lady of over 30 years also stayed here. Though unlike Sons of Fëanor she has never left the tower since she first entered. If one were to see her next to another woman, which no one ever did, they'd notice she was taller than most, but when compared to Maedhros, she seemed small.

Yet now in the tower where many feared to tread, a small little figure darted towards Maedhros without a fear or a care in the world. Maedhros with only his left hand, his only hand by the way, was able to put down his book and scoop the little figure in his arms before seating her on his lap. "What is it young pup, there is no game to be hunted in here?"

At first the little girl tried to wriggle out of his grip, but when Maedhros did not yield to her, Arya resigned herself to being his prisoner and answered him. "Oh I came in here because I was running away from Bran, but then he and the others got called away so I chose just to come in here and hide from Septa Mordane and my Mother."

Maedhros gave a chuckle now as he stated "I see this is the first place the Trout and one of her Easterling pets would search, if they had the courage to do so, no doubt they will look everywhere you are not before coming here."

To that Arya gave a cheeky smile before she asked "You are not going to hand me over to her are you, Uncle?"

It was as Maedhros was about to reply to this that the woman now spoke, she had entered the room just a few moments ago. "I see, so the youngest Lady Stark is with you, shall I request there be two meals given this night or just one, my Lord?"

Maehdros gave a nod but then chose to add "Make it three, I shall dine as well tonight as well, also keep the little wolf entertained, I shall go and request the meals myself, you just stay and play with Arya, understood Nénar riel."

Nénar riel gave a nod as she now said "I will do so my Lord, but may I ask is there anything in particular that I should do?"

Maedhros now looked and one of his bookshelves and picked the book that was all the way at the top left hand side. Handing it now to Nénar riel he said "The Ainulindalë, read her this from the start."

Nénar riel looked at the book and now back to Maedhros who was now currently beginning to leave the tower. This book was not easy to read even for her and she was meant to be able to read it to a child now? Before Maedhros was down the stairs, she was able to find her words and said "Forgive me my Lord, but I can barely read this myself?"

Bran looked at the Nightswatch deserter who was being marched to where his father stood. The man had dirty blonde hair and was dressed in black as befitted the black brothers of the Nightswatch. "White walkers" Bran heard him keep on mumbling, it seemed that the man would not stop muttering it.

When he reached Lord Stark the black brother looked up and said "white walkers" he repeated "I saw them." The face Bran's father wore was not one Bran was used to seeing, this was Lord Eddard Stark Warden of the North, not Ned Stark his father, the boy knew there was a difference between the two.

"I know I broke my oath" the member of the Nightswatch informed Lord Stark "and I know I'm a deserter, I should have gone back to the wall and warned them but" his face now scrunched up in revulsion "I saw what I saw, I saw the white walkers" he finished. The black brothers breathing now increased as it seemed that he believed every word of what he was saying, despite this he was rather tranquil about all of it "people need to know" he informed Ned.

Lord Stark shared a look between Martyn and his nephew Jory, all of them sceptical of the man's claims, then like a knife through hot butter someone spoke "is that so?" Bran turned his head to see that one of Maglor's brother's had accompanied them, but aside from that the boy did not know which one of the other five it was since the one in the tower Maedhros had red hair.

Ned turned to look at him too "Lord Caranthir" he said nodding his head at the son of Fëanor "do you believe him?" he asked. It seemed to Bran that the black brother's eyes widened as he saw Caranthir and his expression became almost panicked. "My Lord, it's true" he insisted. This made Bran wonder if there was some past history between these two that made him fear Caranthir more than Bran's own father.

One thing that made the son of Fëanor far more imposing than any of the northmen present was that he loomed over them, another was the dark look he wore upon his face, not a scowl but the promise of a storm. "You are a ranger are you not?" Caranthir asked, though his question seemed to be more so for himself to confirm something on his own than for anyone else.

"I remember you, Will" Caranthir stated "you were a poacher who chose the watch over losing a hand" it seemed that the two did know each other "you have served in the watch for four years and are a veteran of over a hundred rangings." Bran admitted that he didn't understand much from what was said only that it may have been impressive, the ranging part that is.

"Mormont sent you with someone so either it was something rather important that you needed to get done or you and a few others were sent to make up for a less experienced brother, who most likely was given command for some rather ridiculous reason or the other" Caranthir deduced. There was a strange look to his eyes that said "please let it not be some knight"

"A lordling by the name of Waymar Royce" Will confirmed "we had been sent to track down a group of wildling raiders in the forest, it was his first ranging, the Lord Commander sent me and Gared with him since we were more experienced." Even Bran remembered that name, he was someone who had visited with his father staying in Winterfell for a time.

Caranthir listened as Will continued his tale nodding "and so while you were rushing back you saw Gared fall to his knees when he realised the horses were set loose, then the ninque vanta decapitated him throwing his head at your feet."

Will nodded at this last part since he had told it to them just before, Caranthir shook his head "rúatan" he muttered not that Bran knew what that word was "penda ana follime."

"Do you believe him?" Lord Stark asked "most men will say anything to save their life, mad man sees what he sees."

Caranthir looked at Ned with a rather dark look "you forget who you speak to boy" he addressed Bran's father the one would speak to an unruly child. "Has he once asked for you to spare him?" Caranthir challenged.

Ned looked between Will and Ser Jory "no" the Lord of Winterfell answered "he has not" Ned admitted looking down at where the ground was. With a sigh Bran's father looked up to his men standing on either side of Will "take him back to Castle Black and have him give Lord Commander Mormont a full report of what transpired during his ranging." It was now that the Warden of the north paused "after that take to the Nightfort, it's Castellan will want words with him if what he says is true."

Turning around he made his way to the horses, As Bran watched he heard Jon behind him say, well it seems you didn't have to see it today." With that the rest of them made their way to the horses. As Bran was saddling his own horse his father walked passed "is it true what he said about the white walkers?" the boy asked his father.

Ned Stark took a pause before he sighed "the Walkers have been gone for thousands of years" he informed his son.

"But you didn't kill him" Bran stated "why?" he asked. His father had just spared a man whom they were preparing to execute because a northern legend had simply desire that the deserter had to say on the subject of white walkers.

A dark look came across Eddard Stark's face "if one such as Caranthir the Dark calls out for one to be spared if only to hear what that man has to say, then we best all heed it." Ned said this while glancing at Caranthir who did not seem aware of their conversation, but Bran had been around Maglor enough to know that all of them heard everything.

"If one of the sons of Fëanor believe that there is a chance the white walkers are returning then we should all heed it even if we ourselves are sceptical" Lord Stark whispered as they got their horses ready "hopefully there is nothing, but if his suspicion is correct then winter is coming." With his the Stark house's words said Ned left to ready his own horse, leaving Bran with more far more questions than the ones he had answered. What was not known to the boy Curufin saw this little exchange and he smiled.

Maedhros at this point had just told the staff of the kitchens that 3 meals were to be delivered to his tower today. He now was about to make his way back, when a the voice of a one of the Trout's followers was heard asking. "Has any of you seen Lady Arya, she vanished from her lessons and went off to out do Bran at being a boy?"

That had to be the Septa lady and right now she had to be looking for Arya, the Septa now added on "Why can't she just behave like Sansa who is such a good girl?"

Maedhros had a reply for the Septa, but chose not to say it out loud for all the hear. But as fate would have it, he would not be able to get back to his tower without running into someone. The person he almost ran into was none other than Sansa Stark who no doubt had been forced into looking for her younger sister. Said girl was now just rooted to the spot as she looked at Maedhros. She clearly had not thought to see him here right now and was in fact terrified of him. Now as he saw such fear in her eyes Maedhros looked at her and asked "Tell me child, why is it that you fear me so, have I done you any wrong?"

In reply to this Sansa just shook her head at first, before she was able to muster up her words and say "You have not?"

She clearly had been told stories about him, by the Septa and her Mother no doubt and it was clear that these tales did not inspire her, but did cause her to feel afraid. That and he was also taller than any of his brothers who were already much taller than any man here. Sansa for her part now looked away from him and said "My Lord, I did not mean to cause any offence, I am just looking for my sister that is all."

With that she hurried off in a direction that would take her as far away from Maedhros and his tower as possible. It was a sad day when one child has no fear and the other knows only fear. But to Maedhros that was the difference between the Dire Wolf and the Trout. The Dire Wolf, Winter is coming, the Trout Family, Duty, Honour. But then there was the house of Grandfather and the lines his father chose he now uttered "Tears unnumbered shall you shed."

He recalled the oath and the war of the jewels a war that ruined his father, his family and their people. He and his brothers along with their father still resented the Valar and what did and what they failed to do. He recalled the burning sensation of Silmaril within his left hand. They may have yielded the Silmarils and may have fought for the Valar at Dagor Dagorath, but they did not repent for what they had to do. But Maedhros cleared those thoughts from his mind as he now entered his tower once more. Where he was greeted by Arya and Nénar riel the latter of whom was rather tired from all the story telling that she just had to do. Looking upon this quietened his heart and he now asked Arya, hlaf amused at the state of Nénar riel "So little wolf, how did you find it."

She looked at Maedhros then back to Nénar riel, before she replied "Um, we did not get any further than the second page, could teach me how to read it later?"

Maedhros gave a chuckle before he patted Arya on the head and said "That would take a long time young pup, time that you do not have, a shame that you don't have it as well."

Arya's face dropped at this, but then again, it was true. She did not have the time to learn a language that was from before the dawn of Arda. So now to elevate her spirits once more Maedhros offered "Perhaps another day I can sing for you or perhaps teach you how to wield a sword."

Both offers caused the youngest Stark girl to literally beam with joy, to learn at the hand of Maedhros the Tall or to hear him sing. He did not offer out either of those things often if at all in Arya's lifetime, so to say she was excited was to say the least. Now beaming at him, Arya said "Oh promise us, please I want to learn how to fight, please teach me!"

Nénar riel at hearing this looked to Maedhros and asked him "Is that wise, I mean to promise a young girl that, from the way she is acting it is as if you promised to marry her?"

Arya at this point pulled a face at Nénar riel and taunted the lady by asking "What, did you bring up marriage because you want to wed Uncle Maedhros?"

Nénar riel chose to ignore that statement and looked back to Maedhros, she clearly wanted him to state if he was serious about all of this or not. To which Maedhros stated "I am dead serious, when I am done trying Arya Stark, her foes will weep for the score she has slain."

Arya now jumped up onto a chair at these words and yelled with her fist raised up into "Tears unnumbered shall you shed!"

At this point the voice of Catelyn Stark was heard outside the tower calling out "Arya, what on Earth are you saying?"

Arya at this point looked at Maedhros and there was a look in her eyes that told Maedhros, she was up to mischief, with a simple nod, he gave the young pup permission to do what she was about to do. Now rushing up to a window and sticking her head out of it, Arya chanted to Lady Stark "Mother, what are you doing outside, Winter is coming!"

Catelyn looked confused as she looked up at her daughter and demand "Arya, come down here this instant!"

To that Arya responded "No Mother, up here I am as High as Honour."

Catelyn's eyes narrowed as she realised what her daughter was up to and was not impressed, this game had been taught her by the towers occupant. It was a good way to get on the nerves of anyone. I no mood for games Catelyn now said "You are to come down here now, Arya."

Arya at this pointed decided to test her Mother's limits, usually she would not do this, but now she said "No Mother, Hear me Roar, I am Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken!"

Catelyn felt her anger rising in her as she commanded her daughter "Arya Stark, you are to exit that tower and come down here this minute!"

Arya now shouted back "Mother, you want me to do things I don't want to do, I am Growing Strong for We do not Sow, I will show my brothers that Ours is the Fury!"

Maedhros at this point chose to pull in the child, before she claimed she would rule over Winterfell. Maedhros now said to her "I think that is enough, I don't want to have speak to your Mother or Father any more than I have to, I'll send you back to them in a few days, tomorrow your training begins and don't ask you don't want to ruin the surprise."

Arya now had a nagging feeling that it would be more than just swordplay she would learn tomorrow. But she chose not to ask him about it, as he had already asked her not to.

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