The Alliance of Middle-Earth and Westeros

The Plans

As everyone made their way to the council room, Jon took his family to one side.

"What were you thinking?" he snapped. "Bringing in these people from Middle-Earth into this fight? It's not even theirs. And we have a new ally."

"Queen Daenerys is no ally to the North," Sansa said. "No one wanted her. And she has not proved herself to be a worthy ally. Whereas Gandalf saved me and brought you back to life the last time he was in here. I trust him more than most of the people that have lived in Westeros during their lives."

"And he has sorted out his home place, Middle-Earth, all his life with his mortal and immortal friends," Arya said. "There has never been anyone here in Westeros to sorting it out. Not even close to Gandalf's standards."

"Look, we need all the help we can get, okay?" Jon said. "And I do not regret bringing Dany here. She will be a better ruler than I ever will."

"She wanted the Iron Throne," Bran said, "but it's not hers. It belongs to Aegon Targaryen."

"And who is he?" Jon asked.

"You."

That made Jon very uneasy hearing that. "I am Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark and –"

"You are our cousin," Sansa said. "You are the son of Lyanna Stark, our aunt, and Rhaegar Targaryen. Your friend Samwell Tarly told us. Bran has looked into it and confirmed it."

"And Samwell isn't pleased you welcomed the woman who killed his father and brother," Arya pointed out.

Jon didn't know what to say or think.

"Hey, laddies and lassies."

They all turned to see Gimli outside the council room.

"Everyone is here and waiting for you."

"We're coming, Gimli," Sansa said.

Then Jon and his family entered the room. Like Gimli said, he was there along with Dany, Tyrion, Varys, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Eomer, Faramir, Eyown, Jaime Lannister, Grey Worm, the Hound and Bronn who both were drunk. They were gathered around the massive table and were looking at the map of Westeros. Eomer used the map to point out where all the places they had been to rescue as many lives as they could from the White Walkers. Then he pointed to a few places that the people were running from.

"They were running from their homes not because of the White Walkers, but by another being. A being of roaring flames, but not a dragon."

Gandalf looked worried.

"What is it, Gandalf?" Aragorn asked.

"Did you see something on one of your visits here?" Varys asked.

"I really hope I'm wrong and it's nothing to worry about," Gandalf said, "but there was once a rumour that a balrog was here. I do not know and I cannot guess where it came from, not even from Middle-Earth. I came here and I searched for it, but I could not find a trace of it. Ask Bran Stark."

Bran used his powers for a bit. Then he said, "I can't find any balrog in the history of Westeros."

"Like I said, that balrog must be just a rumour," Gandalf went on, "unlike these White Walkers that we all have seen for real."

"So there's White Walkers everywhere except here at Winterfell?" Sansa asked.

"Yes," Eomer said.

"So we can't even run from them let alone hide?" Varys asked. "Fighting is our only option?"

"Unless you or anyone else can think of an alternative," Gimli said.