#character: elia martell

[asoiafdrabbles]

III.49

When Aerys orders Elia and her children to King's Landing, he's too late: they'd already left for Dorne. Elia & Doran Gen.

Note: I end these sets at 50, which is the next one, so for the next day will take requests at @mneiai for what you'd like to see and I'll choose one to write.

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"A few ravens, my prince." Doran took the first scroll with a nod, glanced at it to confirm its contents, then threw it into the nearest fire.

They could always use more fuel on these chill nights.

"Your goodfather has demanded your immediate return to the Red Keep," he informed Elia, where she lounged beside him.

She laughed, trying not to jostle her drink. "Ah, but we Dornish are a superstitious lot and it's a bad omen to sail during a new moon," she jested, adding to their extensive list of excuses.

The war was going poorly for Aerys, but he had little leverage against Dorne. Their uncle was needed on the battlefield and was not a great hostage besides, as someone in a position of such danger already, and Elia and her children were safely behind Doran's walls, where all were, if not loyal to House Martell, certainly no friends of House Targaryen outside of the little prince and princess. And with three Kingsguard in residence more loyal to Rhaegar than Aerys, any assassin was even less likely to succeed.

The second scroll made him pause, then hand it over to Elia. "Ah, I suppose she got through to her brother, finally?"

"She did indeed. Whatever was keeping her earlier messages from reaching him could not overcome our system. Lord Stark is now aware his sister lives, even if one letter may not have convinced him she is here willingly."

Elia sighed, throwing that scroll onto the fire, as well. "How tedious must a man be to ignore Baratheon's many, many faults?" It was a rhetorical question, so Doran simply hummed in agreement. "Poor Lyanna, she's ready to pop and dealing with so much drama. Our dearest husband isn't even nearby, instead gallivanting around at this war he let start." Her tone slipped darker, dangerous, as she surely thought of ways to pay Rhaegar back for his foolishness.

"You'll have to wait until Aegon is older," he reminded her, as they'd spoken at length about the possibility of Viserys usurping the rightful heir if they killed Rhaegar too soon.

"I know, and certainly we must wait until Lyanna is healthy enough to participate."

"Targaryen babes take much out of their mothers."

She wrinkled her nose, but nodded still. Her health might not have been the best, but her pregnancies had destroyed what she'd had left.

"Lya is too stubborn to let this bring her low, especially since we've promised her training and a place here."

Doran had liked the idea of keeping control over the mother of a possible threat to Aegon's rights, but after getting to know Lyanna had also thought she'd make a fine Dornish citizen eventually. Perhaps her child would, too, if Rhaegar did not take the throne or did not want them around. Not that he was showing any signs of regret, yet.

He most likely wouldn't, even as Elia slowly poisoned him to death, paving the way for Doran to become regent to a young, but not too young, Aegon VI.

"I shudder to think what would have happened if we'd stayed on Dragonstone," Elia murmured, as lost in thought and possibilities as Doran.

[kudriaken]

House Targaryen before Robert`s Rebellion.

[7seasofem]

who up haunting the narrative?

[archamion]

Day 01: Elia and her children

“Reunion” (somewhere in the afterlife) ❤️‍🩹

[catofoldstones]

Elia of Dorne and Cassandra of Troy parallels

Daenerys IV, ADWD // The Oresteia- Aeschylus // Tyrion X - A Storm of Swords // Aeneid by Virgil - Book II // Cassandra’s monologue, Agamemnon by Aeschylus //Cassandra by Anthony Fredrick Augustus Sandys - 1864// Ajax and Cassandra by Solomon J Solomon - 1886 // Kassandra by Florence and the Machine

[helaenarts]

‘Arianne: Are you certain you are not off to some other bed, some other woman? Tell me who she is. I will fight her for you, bare-breasted, knife to knife. Unless she is a Sand Snake. If so, we can share you. I love my cousins well.

Arys: You know I have no other woman. Only... duty.

Arianne: That poxy bitch? I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you bleeding.’

The Soiled Knight I

A Feast for Crows

Arianne sketch commission for jacaerys on X

[alongtherubyford]

in my perfect asoiaf world rhaegar and elia are madly in love behind closed doors.

a sweet man that’s melancholic around the people he’s not comfortable with and a great man with those he is. he dotes on rhaenys, gifts her the toys she asks for and handcrafts toys for her kitten. he hold aegon at night, admiring his baby boy as his son grips his finger with baby strength.

elia is the one rhaegar answers to. he asks her for her input, and every time he listens, something prospers. she holds the future of the kingdoms in her hands, her love willing to do whatever she wants. she’s kind enough to keep that power within the walls of the red keep. rhaegar knows he would do anything she asked of him. he would go to war for her.

[lionlena]

I Hold You (Oberyn Martellxf!reader) one shot

Summary: Oberyn has a nightmare about his sister's death, which makes him fear that he will lose you too.

Warning: angst, hurt/comfort, canonical death of a character, tragic death, blood, mention of rape…

Title inspired by the song: CLANN - I Hold You

A/N: I am obsessed with thinking, how tragic and terrible was the fate of Elia Martell.

Also, watch this: Robert's Rebellion by Oberyn Martell

Hot air blew across their faces as they ran through the courtyard filled with the Dornish sun. From time to time, the shadow of the palm trees growing along the courtyard fell on them. Her dark hair bounced on her shoulders and her bare feet hit on the ground.

She held his hand tightly. With strength so contrasting to her petite body.

And she laughed. Oh… What a sweet sound that was. Like the nectar they drank for breakfast in the morning.

He didn't resist her as she pulled him towards the fountain. He never resisted her.

Even though she was weaker and so delicate, she was able to capture anyone's heart, especially his. She walked gracefully among the vipers and knew that no one would dare to hurt her. And if someone like that was found, he would make sure that such a fool suffered unimaginable torment.

Oberyn loved her like no one else. His sweet sister. Elia Martell. His friend, confidant of secrets, and comforter. He spent so many long hours with his head on her lap as she ran her hand through his raven hair and explained to him that not everything could be solved by force. And that he can't be mad all the time. She taught him how to read poetry. For her, he began writing poems.

She wasn't just his sister. She was part of him. An integral part of his wild soul. It was like a cozy, cool hole in which an angry desert viper hid when the desert heat was deadly.

When she jumped into the fountain and started splashing water on him, he laughed happily and his dark eyes sparkled. She took a step back so that the water flowing from the marble snake's mouth soaked her head. She waved her hand at him, encouraging him to do the same. He wanted to do it and feel the pleasant coolness of the water. But when he took a step forward, the water flowing down his sister's head turned red. His heart stopped and she looked at him in surprise, as if she hadn't realized that her face was turning red with blood.

She extended her hand towards him. With a heavy heart, the prince took a step closer but stopped when he noticed the bodies of two children floating in the red water. He heard his sister scream as she was now holding her dress covered in blood. She lifted the material up, revealing her thighs covered in slippery goo and blood.

He felt bile rising in his throat and struggled to find his voice.

"Elia," he croaked. "Do not leave me!"

His sister looked at him with eyes full of suffering, and suddenly her face turned into yours. The prince suddenly stretched his hand towards you, grabbed your dress, and shouted:

"NO!"

*

Oberyn woke up and sat on the bed, breathing heavily. His body was covered in sweat, his hair was stuck to his forehead, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He glanced sideways at you and his heart tightened. You looked so peaceful as you slept next to him, still with a blissful smile on your face after he took proper care of you and brought you to multiple orgasms.

He carefully leaned over you and brushed your hair away from your face. You lived, you breathed and you were fine. And yet he couldn't shake the feeling that your life was as fragile as his sister's was. You reminded him so much of her. You were delicate and intelligent, sensitive and full of empathy. It was both a blessing and a curse for him. Sometimes he even thought that it was his sister's spirit that put you on his path. To remember again what it's like to have someone he will trust with all his heart and who will surround him with care and love.

Oberyn sighed heavily and moved away from your warm body. He sat on the edge of the bed and was lost in his thoughts. He was the best warrior in Dorne, and yet he failed to protect his sister. What if he fails you? Would you be safer without him? No... He shook his head. The thought of not knowing where you were or what was happening to you was even more terrifying to him.

While he was lost in his thoughts, you woke up and immediately realized what the problem was. This wasn't the first time he had nightmares. Your sweet prince was full of life every day, full of jokes... He was also arrogant, conceited, and proud, but when nightmares came, he was sad and needed support. His entire demeanor changed and you saw a side that few people saw.

You carefully stood up and sat down behind him. You hugged him from behind and placed your chin on his shoulder. You didn't say anything, you just waited for him to speak.

Oberyn sighed, feeling the comforting warmth of your body against his back. In moments like these, he was grateful for your love and understanding. You were a special woman to him. He had never opened up to any other lovers like he did to you. And maybe that's why, paradoxically, he had nightmares more often than before.

He placed his hand on top of yours, which was resting on his belly.

"I'm fine... You can go back to sleep... I'm sure you're still tired from what we did." He tried to make his voice sound convincing, but you could hear the note of sadness and desperation.

You nuzzled his neck as a signal that you weren't going anywhere and tightened your grip. For a moment, a small smile appeared on his face. Then he sighed and took a few deep breaths. And finally, he whispered:

"I saw her again... First it was a memory from our youth. Happy life at Sunspear. We ran to the fountain to cool off..." His voice suddenly became quieter and trembling. "When she entered the water... The water turned to blood, and then... Her face... Her..."

You noticed a tear rolling down his cheek and hugged him even tighter. You pressed your lips against his cheek, feeling the salty taste.

"Her face turned into yours…" Oberyn finished and you sighed softly.

Sometimes you would give anything to take this pain and these terrible memories away from him. Not only were you hurt by your loved one's suffering, but by poor Elia's suffering. When you first heard her story, you cried. You didn't know her, but it seemed so unfair what happened to her and her children. And even though House Lannister had done nothing wrong to you, you hated them as much as Oberyn did.

However, you knew that no one in the world had the power to undo what had already happened. Living in memories led nowhere. So instead of thinking about the past, you focused on the present and comforting your loved one.

"But I'm here... And I'm holding you. You feel my warmth and my breath."

Oberyn nodded.

"But what if one day I can't protect you from the horrors of this world?"

You thought for a moment. His question was one that had no easy answer. Neither of you could promise that nothing bad would happen. You finally answered slowly.

"If something bad happens to me, I will be sure that you did everything to protect me. And I will die with the feeling that I was loved... And that I will be mourned."

Oberyn took a shaky breath and gripped your hands tighter. Your answer was honest, painful and... somehow comforting. But... No, he didn't do everything to protect you. Suddenly he turned towards you and cupped your face in his hands.

"Be my wife."

"What?"

His sudden reaction took you by surprise. The candlelight reflected in his brown eyes, and you could see the sincerity in them. It definitely wasn't one of his jokes or teasing.

"Be my wife." He repeated, his voice becoming more confident, almost demanding, even though you knew he would never force you to do anything.

"I thought that... That you didn't want this... That you were comfortable with our relationship."

Oberyn smiled softly at you and rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

"Because it suits me, but... As strange as it may sound, since I found you, I no longer need other women and I want to provide you with even greater security. And this will happen when you gain the title of princess. Hurting a prince's lover is not the same as hurting his wife. Everyone will think twice. Besides, if something happens to me, you will be left with my estate and under the full protection of the Martell family."

You frowned and looked away from him, and he didn't understand your reaction. He thought you would be happy.

"What happened, my love?" He asked tenderly and gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You talk about marriage like a business. Something that will make you sleep soundly at night."

He finally realized what the problem was and immediately kissed your forehead.

"Oh, forgive me, my desert flower. It wasn't meant to sound like that. Your safety is important here, but... I want you to be my wife because I love you like no one else. Because you are part of my heart and the air that I breathe. Because I can't imagine a day without your kiss, without your look. I just want to make official what I have known for a long time... I am yours and only yours."

Even if you tried, you couldn't stop the smile that appeared on your face. His words easily warmed your heart and all you could do was whisper:

"I agree."

Oberyn smiled and kissed you gently on the lips. However, you could see that he still hadn't fully recovered from the nightmare. So you stroked his jaw and pulled him towards the center of the bed. You knew that in the morning you would want to discuss your wedding and that you would have many questions, but you knew that you both needed to rest.

"Let's go back to sleep. You're tired."

You could tell he wanted to argue with you, but you had a trick up your sleeve. You laid on your back and patted your belly and you knew he would always take him up on that offer. It was his favorite way to fall asleep after a nightmare. He always wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in your lap as you stroked his hair soothingly.

It was like that this time too.

He snuggled into your body and you started stroking his dark hair.

"Rest now, my love. It's all right. I'm here and I'm holding you."

Oberyn closed his eyes, listening to your calm voice. The fear of losing you was still there in him, and he squeezed you a little tighter as if hoping that the gods wouldn't be able to break you free from his grasp.

"I've got you." He whispered and slowly fell into sleep, hoping he wouldn't have another nightmare.

Rest now, my love It's all right The dark is gone I am here I hold you

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

[sanguisinexelsis]

Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,

O let me dying live, till death doth come,

till death doth come. (John Dowland).

 Rhaegar’s song to grief.

 [AU! Rhaegar & Lyanna live, but Elia and their children do not.]

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Out of the Fridge ft. Elia Martell (2)

Have some more fics where Elia Martell gets to live longer. Not all of it is happy or triumphant but she gets to be a complex, breathing person.

The Sun Rises Again (AO3) - "With her prior memories still vivid in her mind, Elia sets out to prevent the events that led to the deaths of thousands while never forgetting who was at fault for the deaths of her children. But she isn't the only one."

A Shadowed Path (AO3) - "It has always been said that Elia has a sweet wit about her, but her time as a hostage to the Mad King has taught her many things. For the past year she has learned to walk in the shadows of the Red Keep in order to stay the ire of the Mad King. Returning to Dorne is not the sweet girl that left it."

Stannis the Black Stag (AO3) - "A different take on the Siege of Storm's End, heavily inspired by the history of the Hundred Years War and the reign of Henry V. Now a much larger fic."

Survivors (AO3) - "Brandon Stark lives through his experience with the mad king but he isn't the same man that went to Kingslanding. Just as Elia Martell is not the same princess who married a valiant prince. What will these two broken people do when they are thrown together?"

Pray the Sun Will Rise (AO3) - "Elia had seen the girl once or twice. Such a young woman, half a child, still. The Princess of Dorne never understood what drew Rhaegar to Lyanna Stark. She was fierce, untamed and had a wild beauty to her, but not a comeliness that songs could be sung of. Yet the thought struck the newly-made queen that Rhaegar had been blathering on about his prophecies ever since they wed, especially those of ice and fire. Is this what he meant, what he needed? To fuck a girl with ice in her veins? There was anger in the Dornishwoman’s heart. Black and putrid, weeping with sorrow."

Bonus: Caged Beasts and Cloudy Skies (AO3) - "A tourney is held to celebrate the anniversay of Rhaegar Targaryen's victory over those who sought to steal his throne. Brienne of Tarth wishes to enter, only to find herself caught in a web of politics and betrayal."

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Reason #1000 that Elia fans are reading a different book:

Elia Martell ??? being the character of all time??? A character who is dead long before the main series appears???

Her husband Rhaegar and Lyanna have much a larger impact on the main series and still if anyone said they are the characters of all time, I'd find it insulting for all the complex pov characters that actually appear on the series.

And what's all this fanfiction about Elia winning the game of thrones? We barely know anything about her. The only part of her story that is important to the main series is her tragic end. Which serves as the motivation for a secondary non pov character ( Oberyn).

That's the importance of "the character of all time", lol.

[spearsndragons]

rhaegar and elia + richard siken

inspired by sunset embers’ portrayal of rhaegar and elia’s marriage

was rereading crush by richard siken and i realized i subconsciously based the portrayal of their relationship based on many of siken’s works LOL (the “keeping the bullet” part is soooo elia)

also… why am i suddenly inspired to update sunset embers?

[puppeteerpoet]

Grrm needs to release winds already cuz why am I seeing people make up things about characters so they could hate on them like… you really got nothing better to do?

[fromtheseventhhell]

The majority of Rhaegar/Lyanna stans here are minding their own business but for certain people here (especially "martell stans") is not enough

They keep bashing these characters and they are acting as if they are "oppressed" by Rhaegar's stans

It's boring

This is sooooo true, and why I find Elia/Martell stans to be so annoying even though I love several Martell characters (same with house Stark stans tbh). They love throwing stones and then hiding their hands. They put their hate in the main tags and call Rhaegar a pedophile/rapist/racist/abuser/etc., Lyanna a spoiled brat/heartless temptress, and shit talk shippers cause they think the fanon they invented justifies it but the second a Rhaelya gives a fraction of that energy back, they play the victim. Cause you're right, it's not enough for them. At the root of it, they're forever going to be mad that Rhaegar, Lyanna, and their relationship are popular + important to the story. They swear they don't care but then they never shut up about them. Just another case of people wanting to be morally superior and getting pissy when things don't go their way.

[wokedragon]

I feel like Rhaegar’s character would be waaay less hated if it weren’t for his fans. They see him as this perfect Targaryen male who did all he could to save the world and was gravely misunderstood by his time and everyone who thinks differently is wrong. When in reality he kind of sucks and had the biggest known flop in Planetos. Really, his actions directly distabilized the realm and caused the death and rape of Elia Martell, the death of their children, Lyanna’s and a lot of other people’s 😬. But that’s not very heroic is it? That’s why it had to be a great love story between him and Lyanna and Elia had to be in on all of it because if Rhaegar isn’t the perfect misunderstood hero then he’s just some crazy Targaryen blinded by his trauma and self like that caused thousands of deaths like the rest of them. I feel like the actual Rhaegar, you know the one that doesn’t sound like he was directly pulled from a YA authors debut novel, the one who has a complex relationship with his parents, with the crown, with himself….the one who can’t make a mistake, the one who cannot look back or else… is more interesting. Grey characters are in general more interesting and that’s probably why grrm writes a lot of them. He would be less hated if his fans held him accountable for all the awful things he has done and caused but oh well…

[targwh0re]

The Sand Snakes

[Most characters cut; those who remained were changed to some extent]

Obara Sand - Prince Oberyn’s first born; A prickly, hot-tempered woman, long legged, calloused hands, rat brown hair tied up in a knot, and nearing 30. When her father came for her in Oldtown he threw down a spear and told her to pick her weapon, to which she chose the spear, leaving her prostitute mother behind whom not long after drank herself to death

Nymeria Sand “Lady Nym” - She is 25, slim and slender, with long jet black hair usually pulled back in a braid, which pronounces her widows peak. Her mother was a Volantene highborn woman of the noblest blood. Whilst Nym stole all the beauty from Obara she was no less deadly and has been described as vengeful

Tyene Sand - Born from a Septa, she is described as having golden hair, deep blue eyes, dimples that bloom on her cheeks when she smiles, fair of skin, and her voice is both gentle and sweet. Though her hands were not calloused as with Obara, they were just as deadly due to her adeptness for poisons. She and Princess Arianne Martell are as close as sisters, having grown up together, and even bedded the same man together whom took their maidenheads

Sarella Sand “Alleras the Sphinx” - The daughter of the Summer Islander Captain of the Feathered Kiss. She has light brown skin and an insatiable curiosity which strikes up a love for Oldtown in her. It is theorized that she is currently in the Citadel disguised as Alleras the Sphinx (Alleras is Sarella spelled backwards, both characters are half Dornish and half Southern Islander) studying to become a Maester

Elia Sand “Lady Lance/El” - The oldest child of The Red Viper and Ellaria Sand, named after her late aunt Princess Elia Martell. She has her father’s eyes and also wears her hair in a braid. She and Obella are described as worshiping their elder sisters, such as they are worshipped by their younger sisters. Her weapon of choice is without question a lance

Obella Sand - the second daughter of the Prince and his long time paramour, she is described as a terror in the pools of the Water Garden, and is currently a Cupbearer to the Castellan of Sunspear, Manfrey Martell

Dorea Sand - She, like most of her siblings, share the shape of her fathers eyes and is named after her Uncle and the Prince of Sunspear and Dorne, Doran Martell

Loreza Sand “Loree” - The youngest child has just turned 7 and is accompanying her mother Ellaria to Hellholt, which is the seat of Lord Harmen Uller, her grandfather