Author Notes: George R. R. Martin has many comparisons to Tolkien's work in Lord of Rings, specifically the One Ring and the Iron Throne. This chapter is to make the comparisons even more direct.

Also the theories that Euron and the White Walkers might be connected will be played in here.

The Night King will be voiced by Ralph Fiennes, due to being more personable in this fanfic and giving off the cold and distant voice that matches the character.

Moqorro will be portrayed by Djimon Hounsou due to the general feel of the character matching the mannerisms and look.

Chapter 3: The Cold Iron

King's Landing- Cersei's Bedroom

Everything became quiet as the city was now reduced to corpses. King's Landing was now a graveyard with Wights rising from the ground.

As Euron got on unusual armor that seemed to be the same type of material as the Valyrian sword she possessed.

"I didn't know that Valyrian steel could be used for armor-," Cersei attempted small talk until Euron cut her off.

"You're too soft on your brothers. My younger brother, Harlon had Greyscale- so I plugged their noses and watched them die as they suffocated to death. He was going to die anyway. A liability. Robin had a soft head..did it for the hell of it. The gods didn't punish me for it. So I'm betting they won't be so worked up about you doing it?" said the man in a sophisticated yet slurred tone of voice. This made Cersei question herself. In spite of all of her opportunities, she never once tried to kill the hated Tyrion or Jaime when he betrayed her.

"I thought you wanted to fuck the Queen. A finger in the bum or some vulgar shit.," Cersei said to remain calm in the surrealism of this situation.

"Misdirection, love. These are my true goals. The bleeding star bespoke these words to me for the end. These are the last days, when the world shall be broken and remade. A new god shall be born from the graves and charnel pits. The sacrifices of priests of all the gods in Planetos and the child of my love will be needed for my apotheosis.," he spoke in a very dark and dramatic tone of voice. The atmosphere became very dark and foreboding, even compared to Joffery's own evil. Cersei realized what he meant when she touched her stomach.

"For the Iron Born?," Cersei asked as she slowly inched towards the door. She wasn't going to be near this lunatic any longer, especially since he all, but revealed that he was too dangerous to keep as an ally. Better to have Ser Gregor to smash his head in and take down the Starks with her elephants.

"Those imbeciles? They pillage and rape with no idea what to do with it with what they have since they don't sow or know about currency that they don't steal for themselves. They worship a pale white thing in the likeness of a man, with broken limbs that are swollen and his face being nibbled on by fish. What fool would worship that? Definitely as much a fool as my brother who was leading them into a losing side in the War of the Five Kings. At the very least, I can prove they produced something useful for once.," ranted Euron as he slowly walked towards her, knowing her intentions to leaving.

"You said something about flying and not knowing about how to use Brightroar. What is it then?," Cersei asked before Euron clasped his right hand on Cersei's head.

"Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap.," he said as his visible eye turned white as several images proceeded to run through Cersei's head. Things prehistoric, primeval, eldritch, man's destiny of his past, present and future, in addition to further horrors that she wasn't meant to know.

She fell to the ground unnerved at what she witnessed.

"Bran Stark wasn't the first whelp to cross paths with the Three Eyed Raven. I did too when I got curious and sneaked past the Crows. Unfortunately for him, I was able to force him out before he use me for another way to extend his life once I got what I needed in terms of information. All the knowledge with none of the drawbacks. Even the knowledge to one up whatever your crazy schemes will lead.," Euron said as he looked down upon her.

Out from the door came two White Walkers, one with a slightly longer beard than the other. They then grabbed the queen to her surprise and pulled her to her feet.

"Guards! Get these abominations hanged! Unhand me! I'm the Queen! I'm the Queen!," she roared as she was dragged away.

"They're all dead love...we'll find the others soon enough . You need to do your part for my apotheosis. We had an arrangement them and I. I told them to let that one Crow talk to Ned and that led to everyone focusing so hard on the fight from the North and not focusing on the real goal. Misdirection.," Euron said as he sat on the bed like it was as throne.

King's Landing- Throne Room

White Walkers were gathered at either side of the path leading to the Iron Throne. Gregor was being pinned down by an ice spider while Tymon, Qyburn and Bronn were restricted in icy spider thread, dangling around.

"Fascinating.," Qyburn said as he examined the string.

"We got elephants and they have spiders. How the hell can spiders get that big. Doesn't make much sense.," Bronn complained.

"Seems like a lot of sense is breaking down.," Tymon quipped.

Euron bowed as Cersei was held tightly by the Walkers.

Viserion slowly trotted towards the throne lowering his head for his new master, the Night King.

The King looked at the Throne...massive, uneven and hideous.. Made by panicked blacksmiths hammering together half-melted, broken, twisted swords, wrenched from the hands of dead men or yielded up by defeated foes in a hurry, not by true craftsmen or experts in furniture accessibility ... a symbol of conquest ... , but it would be comfortable to sit in it. It had steps leading up to it- probably taking several minutes to even go up and down. It looked down at the room instead of it being an even level. A thousand blades. It towered over the room like a great beast over lesser animals. The barbs along the back, the ribbons of twisted steel, the jagged ends of swords and knives all were tangled up and melted like a hideous art piece or unfathomable abomination. It looked like a seat that could repeatedly harm you or even kill you if you weren't cautious. To keep yourself on your guard because it could be lost to you at anytime and that no one has the right to rule if they can't even tolerate such pain.

"Get away from that throne! I'm the Queen! You usurpers don't deserve the throne!," she shouted aloud.

"Such a hideous exterior they have forced upon you. Such a fate you've suffered after the First Men stole you and brought you South.," said the blue humanoid, shocking everyone whom they assumed was mute. His words came out, but his lips did not move. His voice was cold and distant, but having the feeling of cracking of ice on a winter lake.

"You talk like you've sat on that ugly chair before.," Bronn said sarcastically.

"I have. Yes, for it is not the Iron Throne...It is the Ice Throne. My chair of power during the Long Night. And once again, it is mine.," replied the Night King as he sat on the Throne. Something then unusual occurred.

The throne began to shatter apart, not being destroyed- rather, the swords seemed to be an outer layer for a throne underneath the iron monstrosity. It gradually grew smaller as the thousand blade broke apart and disintegrated into ice. The throne became an elegant white chair of ice that was smooth and comfortable.

The throne room, the castle and the whole of King's Landing changed into an elegant white wonderland of ethereal structure as snow fluttered around it.

The Night King's features became less inhumane and more human like as he sat on that white throne. He still was blue skinned with deep blue eyes, hinting of his White Walker heritage. This was the same of the other White Walkers.

He stared at his hand as if he was awakened from a bad dream that he felt relieved about. He smiled at finally being able to feel again.

"You have received your end of the bargain..What about my end?," Euron asked as he raised his head. Euron's men whom the Night King had likely spared due to the agreement. They brought the Drowned Man, Aeron Greyjoy. He also brought the Red Woman, Melisandre along with a Child of the Forest that somehow survived the massacre. And finally, a faceless man wearing the face of a dark skinned man past his prime.

The man dragging him had skin black as pitch. He was over six feet tall, with a belly like a boulder. A tangle of pure white hair grew from his face like a mane of a lion. He had yellow and orange flame tattoos inked across his cheeks and forehead. He wore scarlet robes with sleeves, collar, and hems embroidered with orange satin flames. He carried an iron staff as tall as he is, with a dragon's head.

"Moqorro. You did well to intercept her. We have almost the whole set for my ascension.," Euron said in gratitude.

"Being betrayed by a Red Priest of all things. The moment I sacrificed Shireen. I knew I was not going to go easily. And in the service of the Great Other, the one who commands the Night King. Cersei, the mother of the woman Lord Stannis desired to have killed. You will truly suffer today.," she said as she resigned herself to her fate, initially to herself and then to Cersei.

"All Men must die. Even those who believe themselves immortal.," said the faceless man as he resigned himself to his fate.

"I crowned you and this is how you repay your brethren?!," Aeron asked Euron.

"Let me die! Not for this!," begged the Child of the Forest, which caused the Night King to smirk.

"The Drowned God follower A Red God follower. The Faceless God's servant. A member of the Old Gods' creations and the child of the Andal King. I am not that unfaithful to my promises...the man of the new Faith.," the Night King said as he summoned from the ground, a skeleton covered in green flame. The flames receded as muscles, flesh and finally clothing were restored to the body. It was the High Sparrow, much to everyone and his surprise.

"My powers is linked to my proximity to the Ice Throne. In my weakened state, I could only resurrect the dead as shadows of themselves. Now I can bring them as if they never died. He was loyal enough and no one will ever miss him anyway.," he explained to Euron who smirked from this news.

"You had the audacity to use wildfire in the Great Sept of the Se-," he asked Cersei in shock before Euron punched him and gagged him.

"You're just keys for my apotheosis. Be good lambs and let the true god be born.," Euron said as he had the gathered people brought to the center of the room in a circle with himself in the middle. He then turned to Cersei and uttered black, demonic language as he gestured unnatural motions to pull something out of her.

"Laehurloqitta Jaes, qrimbughetan Jaes, mele Jaes, jaes uēpys se arlie, gelebo hen andals. Sagon biare. Sir aōha morghon leads naejot ñuha sigligon.," he chanted ominously.

Out from her womanhood, burst a baby that was levitated towards the center. Cersei for the first time in a long time, looked to plead for him not to do this.

"Se arlie Jaes sagon āzma hen iēdar, perzys, sȳndror, suvion, ōños, guēse se metal. Skorion morghe issa dōrī morghūljas kostas, yn sīmonagon naejot iā eglikta dēmalion. Sōvegon ezīmagon se jēdar se ezīmagon issare tolī than vala se tolī than dyni. Iā drēje Jaes!," he concluded as the center glowed with unnatural red light.

The flesh of the gathered people were torn apart as their bones were picked up, reduced to electricity that shocked Euron as he screamed in pain.

He was violently torn asunder in a burst of red blood, leaving only the armor and eyepatch behind.

"Guess he wanted to die and take a lot of people with him.," Bronn remarked.

"His mortal shell has been discarded. Now he is more than a man- a God.," said the dark skinned man in a serious, raspy tone of voice.

Slowly the blood began to contort upwards into a body structure. The skies turned dark as the seas turned crimson as a result of this apotheosis.

A towering, sea water colored being with large bat like wings and an octopus like face with several serpentine tentacles. His heterochromatic eyes were shown in full with one eye being black with a red iris and the other being aquamarine. The ritual was successful, Euron was no longer of the realm of men.

"I am the Sea and the Abyss.," boasted the being as he gradually grew larger and began to instinctively grab his own men to feed himself, much to their silent horror.

While Qyburn was curious, the others felt existential horror at what they had just witnessed.

As what had been Euron turned to Cersei, pinning her down with one of his tentacles that moved in a lecherous, suggestive manner, something began to flew towards the castle.

One of the windows shattered as a trunk covered in scars grabbed Cersei, Gregor, Qyburn, Bronn and Tymon and pulled out just as quickly.

As what had been Euron snarled, the Night King got up, the Ice Throne melding into him until it joined as a white coated exoskeleton around his body. The throne would stay with him at all times. Never again would it be lost to him.

As he saw the herd of Sky Elephants that had managed to escape the slaughter flew away, he didn't seem concerned as what had been Euron had been.

He smirked as if the situation didn't matter because in the end- he would be victorious in the end.

"Seems like it's taking a liking to you. And the whole fucking herd of pachyderms I take it. Oh fuck, that smug look.," Bronn complained due to Cersei being pleased that the Sky Elephants seemed to be compliant to her will now.

"The elephants seem to be heading North.," Qyburn remarked.

"Not even dressed for the weather.," Bronn quipped.

"We have a madman that's now a sea monster and an army of the dead in King's Landing. The best we can do now-," Tymon replied.

"Is just fighting without purpose. The best thing now is the looks on their faces when they find out they have no reason to fight now.," Cersei said coldly.

Winterfell

Arya walked by Drogon, trying to suppress her giddiness at finally seeing an actual dragon.

Then she saw something that was truly strange. This made her and even Drogo drop their jaws in shock.

Several massive elephants flying by their massive airs catching wind currents landing a few miles away from the castle. The largest landing a 100 feet away from the gates.

Lowering from its trunk were people that Arya had really not expected to see.

Rage built inside her. The rage of her father's execution at the steps of Baelor, the sacrilege of the Red Wedding and the horrible actions that led to her family's misery.

As Cersei was let down, she was immediately jumped on by Arya. The girl pinning her to the ground and proceeding to punch her face repeatedly.

Gregor and Qyburn attempted to help, but they were stopped by the incoming former maester of the Boltons- Wolkan and Sandor.

"Hello, Brother. You're a little late to suddenly accept the offer to fight the good fight.," the scarred man remarked.

"Bind them. That one especially.," Wolkan commanded as the two men were then incapacitated by the Free Folk, Unsullied and Dothraki. Over a dozen men were needed for Gregor alone.

"He's mine. Once the King or the Dragon Queen decides what to do with them. Or makes them into shields against the Walkers. Nothing would make me happier.," Sandor said as he tapped one of the men

Tymon and Bronn were met by Tyrion who had come out to see what was going on.

"Nice to see you again. Tymon- brother and head of the Iron Bank. Tymon- Tyrion.," Bronn said causally in light of the circumstances.

"Good to see you sir- Arya! Look out!," he said initially with some awkward feelings before noticing that King-Ender was about the thwack the girl away from dealing the finishing blow.

She then stopped from doing so by a firm hand. The hand of Gendry, the bastard son of Robert Baratheon, the king that initially ruled before the War of the Five Kings.

"It's not worth it. The fact she's here and not in the Red Keep...means she's nothing now.," said the boy.

Arya then turned to Cersei and said coldly,

"She's as wild as her animal of hers. I want her punished. The beast that savaged our family. We have another beast to punish in your place. When the Walkers come, he'll be the first to go."

"You harlot-," Cersei blurted out before she was kicked in the face by Arya.

Frustrated, she went back to the castle, somewhat satisfied with at least the beating for the moment.

Sansa walked outside to see the beaten Cersei as she signaled for two of the Northerners to pull her up.

Sansa then snapped her fingers and a Northerner reluctantly brought forth a pack of savage dogs held in place by long chains. The same hounds that had eaten Ramsay not too long ago.

"Cersei...when a dog's appetite hasn't been satisfied, anything with meat looks good no matter what it is. A precious thing like you would look very, very good. A slice of meat just waiting to be eaten.," Sansa said in a calm and dissonant tone of voice.

She glared as the men loosened the dogs at her, lunging at her at breath-taking speeds, but were stopped midway when Sansa signaled the men to keep the hounds at two feet away from her with their chains.

Cersei flinched and opened her eyes to see the dogs chomping, almost inches away from her.

"What are between the legs aren't the only weapon a woman's only weapon. Here. If you bothered using it. Take her. Don't bother having Jamie know of her. Don't give her the satisfaction. Knowledge is Power. Power is Power isn't enough.," Sansa said as she walked away.

As Cersei was being dragged away, Tyrion looked at her with some pity.

Tyrion then turned his attention to the massive elephants with massive wings remaining in a standstill. It had seemed that if either Arya or Sansa had actually managed to kill Cersei, the whole of Winterfell would be dead before the Walkers even got there.

"King-Ender is the herd leader. He's taking a liking to her and doesn't want to see his new...pet being broken.," Tymon explained.

"Normally it's the other way around. So if we indulge in making Cersei pay- they kill us all. If we play into her hands- she has killed by them anyway. Not a pleasant thought. Either way, she has us killed...before she herself gets killed anyway- either by the Walkers or by the angry small-folk coming up north for turning the capitial into a graveyard. That's the only reason she'd be here," Tyrion remarked.

"Exactly on time. A 600,004, 036, 012,100, 004, 56% possibility of this theoretical quantum possibility has been actualized in this current flow of causality. Estimations of advantages and disadvantages have been weighed towards an eventuality that will proceed to manufacture a possibility within the main causality within a major centralized location of magical energy output within the planet, known as Planetos.," said Bran as he wheeled into the space of the two men.

"I'm guessing that this was essentially what would happen if pigs actually flew. That's the gist of it.," Tyrion sighed.

"Bran Stark of Winterfell. He's more sullen then the reports have him been.," Tymon remarked.

"He's not Bran anymore. According to him, he's the culmination of several powerful Wargs throughout the history of Westeros that compose of the entire history of our country.," Tyrion explained.

"So he's a human library.," Bronn remarked.

"Bronn, that's not- And he can possess animals as well as people, and look up events in time. So he's a library that can invade your mind.," Tyrion explained much more simply to get the point across to Bronn.

"Oh...well, it looks like Cersei, the Mountain and her Hand are about to get their heads chopped off. And the dead have taken King's Landing. Either those Spider using fuckers come up North to kill us or Cersei has us killed by her elephants.," Bronn remarked.

"So the Spiders are real. How would they ride them? They must be very nimble.," Tyrion conversed with Bronn before Tymon smirked.

"They're huge.," Tymon said nonchalantly.

"Oh really. And what gender are they? Or they asexual like me?," Varys said as he came outside.

"Varys. The former Master of Whispers.," Tymon said as he turned to

"A surprise to finally see the heir to the Iron Bank. It seems men of your stature are good at the Coin.," Varys replied.

"As for those Walker Spiders. They have this little W-shaped thing from what I saw when they put their threads-," Tymon said before Jon came outside with Daenerys, Jorah, Sam and Davos

"Sothoryos Sky Elephants. They say that they can curl a hundred dragons and fly swifter than even the swiftest of the Targaryen-," Jorah said before Davos interrupted.

"And they're Cersei's apparently. We'll have to find a way to coax the reins out from her hands. We're cornered.," Davos remarked somewhat cynically.

"So is she. There's more than enough of my Unsullied and my Dothraki to mount an assault on these beasts if need be.," Daenerys replied.

"And it's good for meat...We are going to be starved to death at this point. We can't feed these. We have enough with two.," Sam said to Jon.

"You brought them here. Mind taking them back to where they came from. We're preparing for a war-," Jon said to Tymon.

"I don't have the call anymore- she does, the ships to send them back- overtaken with no spare ships planned for the foreseeable future or the men to command them- the Dead's already taken them away. And it's about to get worse. The Crow's Eye has somehow become a god through the sacrifice of several believers including the Red Woman. Has any of your family fought a god?," Tymon explained before noticing Davos.

"So even in the end, she's managed to make things worse for the human race through her death.," Davos remarked more sullen than before.

"What kind of God? What's my uncle become? Not that has he?," Theon asked as he came outside.

"Become what?," asked Jon as he turned to the former ward of the Starks.

"According to the Greyjoys, there's a prophecy of one Greyjoy rising above the Drowned and the Stormed to become the Sea God by supplanting the followers of the other Gods. And only another apotheosis can stop them- one that has also risen above morality. It seemed just a madman's tale to encourage the Greyjoys, never thought anyone to be crazy to do it.," Sam explained.

"You haven't seen my uncle then.," Theon remarked.

"So how we beat that? And the Walkers?," Jon asked.

"I have a way.," Bran spoke as he turned to Jon.

Winterfell- Great Hall

Cersei was in chains when she was brought before the small council. The blood had been dried up and she had been patched up for the meeting. She saw Tyrion, Wolkan, Yohn Royce- loyal knight of the Vale, Tymon, Bronn Varys, Davos, Sam, Jorah, Sansa, Arya, Grey Worm, Tormund, Brienne, Daenerys, Missandei, Bran and Gendry sitting around the table with the other lords.

"I always knew you two Bronns were traitors. If you're going to kill me and take the throne. Don't bother. Even if you somehow get past these elephants that seem to be bound to my will. The Iron Throne has been taken by the Night King...rather, it was his all along. I don't care why, just know that this is pointless. I have to just think it and you're all gone.," Cersei said confidently.

"The Mountain and your horrid excuse of a maester are imprisoned along with the Kingslayer. All you are is just words. A queen that's abandoned her keep is not a queen anymore.," Sansa said.

"You can be more than a queen you know. A Goddess. A grateful courtesy for making me the way I am now. You are the worst woman in history and she is the best woman to lead. Together, you can bring forth something to break the wheel.," Bran said as he looked at Cersei and the Daenerys.

"What?," Cersei asked.

"High level Warging Apotheosis- Fusion.," he explained.

Next Chapter: The Long Sunset