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'BATTLE OF WHISPERING WOOD'

Ellie woke to the sound of hooves marching through the tents. She lifted herself up off the floor, to see Shae and Tyrion, sound asleep in bed. Bronn came bursting through, dropping a crossbow to the floor. "You're sleeping through the war." He told the three of them as Ellie grew confused.

"The war?" She asked, scratching her head with a yawn. Bronn tossed her some armor, as she looked down at it.

"Might want to put these on." He told her, as Tyrion now lunged out of bed and they prepared themselves as quickly as possible. "They stole a night's march on us. They're a mile north." Bronn continued, as Ellie followed him out. Ellie began walking, until Tyrion caught up to her, beginning to give commands.

"Your dominion over the Vale begins now! Onward to claim what is yours!" He shouted. They began cheering, all around them, and Ellie drew her sword. "What are you doing?" Tyrion looked to her.

"I'm fighting." She said, proud and confident.

"Father wont be pleased with that." He protested, grabbing her arm.

"After what I've heard about our lovely father, I don't seem to be finding any shits to give." She smirked, before running off into battle. As swords clashed together, and men began falling, dead on the ground, the battle didn't last very long. Ellie continued to swing her sword as much as she was able in self defense, and finally, she plunged the blade into a man before her, watching the blood spew onto the ground below, and all over her. Her eyes widened, in shock. She had never killed a man before, only practiced with her brother and her friends, like Caspian and Ale. This was an exhilarating feeling, but also terrifying. Ellie pulled the sword from his body, and continued forward, when all of a sudden, she felt her body lifted from the ground and her vision became dark.

When the brown sack was pulled off her head, she looked next to her, as she kneeled on the cold ground, blood and bruises covering her flesh, she noticed her brother beside her, and Stark men all around. "Ellie?" Jaime gasped, somewhat. Robb Stark, approached, staring at the two of them, along with Catelyn Stark. "Lady Stark, I'd offer you my sword, but I've seemed to have lost it."

"It is not your sword I want. Give me my daughters back, and my husband." She demanded.

"I've lost them too, I'm afraid." He said, in his typical witty way.

"Kill them, Robb. Send their heads to their father!" Theon Greyjoy announced from beside them. Ellie spat at him, blood spewing across his boot.

"Do it, and you'll be next." She sneered, somewhat still feeling adrenaline course through her veins. Theon reached up, beginning to strike her cheek, when Robb grabbed his wrist, halting him.

"We will not hit women." He told his friend, as Ellie rose an eyebrow, curiously.

"The two of them combined cut down 11 of our men!" Theon exclaimed, confident that they should just kill the two of them and get on with it.

"They're more use to us alive, than dead." Robb protested, staring at the two.

"Take them away, and put them in irons." Catelyn demanded to her men, as they were lifted up.

"You could end this war right now, boy. Save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, we fight for the Lannisters. Choose your weapon, and we end this here and now, you and I." Jaime began to bargain, thinking this would work.

"If we do this your way, kingslayer, you'd win." Robb acknowledged.

"Then let my sister go. You don't need her. You have me, my father would pay anything to get me back." Jaime tried again, knowing this was his fault, as he had convinced their father to let her tag along and she had gone and got herself snatched up the same way he had.

"The more Lannisters we have a hold of, the more bargaining chips." Catelyn told them, confidently, as she had only wanted her three missing family members back.

"Come on, pretty lady." The guard holding onto Ellie said, in a disgusting tone of voice, as the two Lannister siblings were walked off, defeated. Ellie and Jaime Lannister, had been caught by the enemy.

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