Wandering // Sandor Clegane // Thorin

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Thorin couldn't believe a creature like this exsisted. Gregor yanked it from his face seemingly unfazed. Sandor saw one option he ran ahead with persistent knocking them both over the edge.

Thorin reached out grabbing sandor's hand, the moutain hung from sandors legs. His hands were slipping as Thorin tried to pull him up.

'Let me die sandor muttered. 'Im not getting out if this one.'

'You would break Aroura's heart!' Thorin informed him trying to keep him upright. Thorin reached for his blade keeping a good grip with one hand on Sandor before throwing a blade down at gregor. It landed in his head when he moved to pull it out still holding on to sandor with the opposite hand. 'Keep fighting.' Thorin demanded grabbing back onto his hands as sandor kicked his brother off of him. Sending gregor into the firey pit below.

'Good fucking riddance' sandor muttered looking down at the fire below a chuckle caught in his throat when he looked up to Thorin. 'Hes dead. Hes really dead'. Sandor said happily

'Lets get you up.' Thorin told him as he heaved him up onto the mostly solid ground.

'Thank you.' Sandor said as they both panted for breath.

'No problem...' thorin chuckled.

Tyrion went to see if his family had survived. If they had escaped like he hoped but he saw jaimes golden hand sticking out from under the rubble. He pulled the bricks aside to see his brother and his sister dead underneath. He knew cersei was awful. But he wept for his family anyways.

Tyrion walked back through Kings Landing walked through the Capital to see all the charred dead people their bodies scattered everywhere little fires still burning all the damage Daenerys had done. But Aroura found him.

'Come on brother. Lets get out of here.' Aroura declared pulling him along.

'Where are we going?' Tyrion questioned.

'I don't know but I know you are going to do something stupid and I'm not about to let you die.' Aroura told him.

'Jaime and cersei are dead.' Tyrion told her.

'I'm sorry for your loss.' Aroura told him. Tyrion stared up at her, she didn't care because they were not her family. The elves and the dwarves of middle earth were yet she came back for him. She wanted to save him.

'Aroura.' Tyrion declared giving her hand a tug and stopping her. 'Thank you, for coming back for me.'

"You are my brother, I will always come back to you.' Aroura ran up the crumbling steps preparing for the worst but Sandor and Thorin were talking, laughing pained laughs as they sat on the ground both a little broken. She let out a relieved sigh as she hugged them. 'thank you for not dying.'

'Aroura, what were you saying about purpose?" Thorin questioned.

'What?" Aroura asked

'Home Aroura, look.' Thorin said pointing at the growing portal. Her heart raced happily as she stepped forward. It wasn't like before when her feet were planted in their spot and no one could move they could go home. Sandor's face pinched as she stepped towards it. Tyrion stared confused as the portal got bigger.

'Come on sandor, come on Tyrion.' Aroura said holding out a hand. 'Meet my family. My real family.' He hesitated. 'Hopefully we never have to come back here again.' Aroura offered. 'Come with us.' He grabbed her hand and all four walked through the portal.

'Mirkwood.' She whispered before dropping sandors hand and sprinting through the woods. Thorin, Tyrion and Sandor chased after her. She didn't stop running her legs burned she ran so fast she pushed through the palace doors but it was empty her eyes searched. 'Thranduil! Legalos!!' She called out. 'Thran-'

'Aroura?' She spun around. 'You're back.'