Rise of the Dark Lords - an Elder Scrolls and Middle-earth tale

Chapter 5 - The Queen of the Iron Throne

SAURON AND ULFRIC TRAVELLED WESTEROS UNDER ASSUMED NAMES.  The Dark Lord didn't know if they would be welcome in Westeros.  Sauron's and Ulfric's reputations alone would probably have kept them out.  But his skill in magic and the bribe he paid the captain of the Zephyr kept the man from asking too many questions.  During their voyage he began Ulfric's schooling in dark magic, teaching the fallen jarl the same secrets that Morgoth taught him.  Ulfric was becoming quite adept in the dark arts mastering the same powers that the Witch-King had learned in less time.  Unfortunately for Sauron Ulfric had yet to become a wraith, but the Maia was patient.

As they walked through Kings Landing, the previous day's events were clear.   Wounded were still streaming in and the wind carried their cries.  Half the inhabitants of the city had been killed.  Sauron spotted the dragon Drogon surveying the mass of dead and wounded.  He and Ulfric approached the dragon who reacted with hostility toward the two.  Sauron responded to the dragon in ancient Sindarin.

"My Master created your kind.  Is that how you greet Melkor's most trusted and deadly servant" Sauron's eyes flashed yellow in annoyance.  "I have need of you, but I must first speak with your Queen."

"Why do you need to speak with the Queen" a voice asked behind them "she cannot accept visitors at this time and what language was that?"

Sauron and Ulfric turned to face Jon Snow whose hand rested on the hilt of the famed sword Longclaw.  Standing next to Snow was a tall foreigner who donned Blades armor and wore an Akaviri katana.  Ulfric eyed the foreigner who studied them closely.

"It's a language that is rarely spoken and there are even fewer who speak it.  I am Ambassador from the Summerset Ilse and my companion is a high ranking officer in the Imperial Army.  What we have to say is for the Queen's ears alone."

"As I said before, Queen Targaryen cannot accept visitors.  She is assuming control of the Iron Throne."

"Jon" a female voice joined in "I have a few minutes to spare.  I can speak with the ambassador from the Aldmeri Dominion.  It would be rude if I ignored them.  Besides it might cause a diplomatic incident if I refused their audience.  Let us walk.  Drogon will follow."

So this was Daenerys Targaryen - small, silver haired and quite she had quite the appetite for destruction.  Sauron inwardly smiled, but caught that the foreigner's eyes on Ulfric as if he recognized him.  Hoping nothing would come of it he and Ulfric followed Daenerys.

"I've always wanted to meet a someone from the Aldmeri Dominion.  Currently we have someone from the Blades who fought alongside my forces against the White Walkers and at King's Landing.  He and Jon have become closer than brothers."

"I was pleased to hear of your victory your majesty, but I have disturbing reports of an imminent threat to your life."

"Really" Daenerys responded sarcastically.  "My life is under constant threat each day.  Nothing new Ambassador."

"Tyrion believes that you are a threat to the world and intends to instruct Snow to kill you."

"How dare you make such an accusation!  And where did you learn of this plot" the girl snarled.  Daenerys clearly was having a difficult time believing Sauron.

"The fact that you intend to invade Arda, the killing of the civilians in King's Landing cause Tyrion to turn against you."

Daenerys stared at Sauron opened mouth and in stunned silence.  She could not believe that he knew of her planned attack of Middle-earth.  Only those in her inner circle knew her intentions.  Either he had spies or one of them slipped the intelligence to the Aldmeri Dominion.  The Dark Lord lowered his hood revealing his face "but I can help you.  I am actually not from the Aldmeri Dominion.  I am a Maia of Valinor.  Even if you successfully landed troops in Arda you could not hope to defeat Aragorn and his ally the kingdom of Rohan."