Thank you to everyone who participated in this lovely event. It’s only words assigned to dates without you, you are the ones who give it meaning. We had so many awesome works that vary in creativity shape: beautiful arts, one-shots and edits and that’s that is what this is all about.
The main point of Martell Week is to have fun and to share our love for A Song of Ice and Fire – and House Martell, of course – with like-minded people. The story unfolding in ASOIAF might not be true but the feelings it evokes are and I am happy we’ve all found a way to express those during this week. We evan had someone cosplaying this year, how cool is that?!
This is MW second edition, and I can safely say this year was even better than 2024! I can’t wait for next year, but in the meantime: I hope you keep having fun ;)) take care of yourself ♡
From July 1st - July 7th, we are celebrating our beloved princess!
𖤓 WHAT IS ELIA WEEK?
A week-long event dedicated to fanart, fanfic, and edits—anything and everything Elia! Each day has a new prompt to inspire you, and we can’t wait to see what you all create! This is also a reminder that you do not have to adhere to the daily prompts and can create the content you’d like, as long as it’s about Elia.
𖤓 TAG YOUR POSTS with #EliaWeek2025 so we can find and reblog them!
𖤓 SPREAD THE WORD! Reblogs are always appreciated.
From July 1st - July 7th, we are celebrating our beloved princess!
𖤓 WHAT IS ELIA WEEK?
A week-long event dedicated to fanart, fanfic, and edits—anything and everything Elia! Each day has a new prompt to inspire you, and we can’t wait to see what you all create! This is also a reminder that you do not have to adhere to the daily prompts and can create the content you’d like, as long as it’s about Elia.
𖤓 TAG YOUR POSTS with #EliaWeek2025 so we can find and reblog them!
𖤓 SPREAD THE WORD! Reblogs are always appreciated.
When it came to Queen Lucinda Baratheon, she has two unofficial hand of the Queen; first would be Margaery Tyrell, the two of them basically knew each other from a young age, thanks to the court life. The other would be Arianne Martell who Margaery introduced Lucinda to; the Dornishwoman taking a liking to both women. These three were the bane of Cersei Lannister’s existence.
The three of them were walking in the Garden after a meeting with appointed small folk elders. Lucinda wanted to give some form of autonomy to the small folk; since there were a lot, she wanted to take a different approach than most would.
“Would it be wrong if I say we three should find husbands?” Lucinda asked.
“What spurred this on?” Margaery asked.
“I have a feeling that the Lannisters are going to try and pull something. We know Cersei hates me and it kills the tart inside that Joffrey isn’t on the Throne. I wouldn’t doubt they’d try something with House Tyrell and Martell as well.” Lucinda answered.
“No, you do have a good point but I’m not sure I’m ready to settle down.” Arianne added.
“Who said settling down? I just said marriage, marriage isn’t always about love..as we know. Trust me, I would love to marry for love but duty calls.” Lucinda spoke with honesty.
The trio spoke candidly, since it was just them and the guards. Lucinda wasn’t saying this lightly to either of them; she had deeply put thought into this. Of course Lucinda wouldn’t force her best friends and basically her unofficial Hands of the Queen. Both Margaery and Arianne would know that already, but sometimes Lucinda would remind them. Nox, Lucinda’s raven swooped down and landed on her shoulder.
“How is your Unkindness doing?” Arianne asked.
Unkindness meaning a group of ravens.
“All of them are good...oh.” Lucinda started to say.
Tied to Nox’s talons was a letter, gingerly untying it; Lucinda could see it with the Baratheon stag on it. As she read it, Lucinda felt like things would go her way. The negotiations were somehow going smoothly.
“Margaery, what would you say if you wanted to be Queen?” Lucinda asked.
Margery looked confused, she nodded slowly allowing the Queen to speak.
“I heard from a source that a certain Northern house might become a target of my step family’s.” Lucinda answered.
The look on Arianne’s face said it all, she was interested to know the idea. A small smirk played on her face as Nox flew onto her shoulder. The trio go deeper into the garden, Lucinda not wanting to be overheard with this.
“Robb Stark.” Lucinda said.
They stopped at a table with chairs; Margaery looked interested and Arianne couldn’t help but to laugh. Two glasses of wine and a mug of tea were placed for them on the table. The wind blew causing a moment of silence.
“I heard that Catelyn Stark wants you to wed her son. She could use allies for Robb to stop a Lannister threat. I could confront Tywin or Cersei about this, but...I don’t think the time is right yet; it’s just rumors for now.” Lucinda informed her.
“Well we do want to avoid war, also improve the status of House Tyrell; I know people are jealous about us having HighGarden and The Reach. I could always convince him to come to court more...let’s say if the North wants independence, I could always be the go between the two Kingdoms to help with things.” Margaery answered.
Lucinda turned to Arianne.
“Honestly, I have no idea for you; I don’t mean to sound rude my friend, but I’m trying. I want to find the perfect ones for you both. It’s up to you if you want to go for it or not. It’s a recommendation thing. I’d rather just lay it out as an option.” Lucinda explained.
“I could always wed Jaime, I mean I could make him my-” Arianne started to say.
“Problem with that is, he’s part of the Kingsguard and wouldn’t that give the Lannisters a claim to Dorne?” Margaery stated.
The three sighed; that was a point. They wanted to weaken the Lannisters or at least Tywin and Cersei to the best of their abilities. The three of them could see Cersei walking nearby. Arianne watched her closely; oh how she wanted to take a dagger to Cersei.
Arianne hated Cersei, if anything Cersei was the real snake in the sand. If Arianne had a chance to take a knife to Cersei, she’d take it. The Lannisters were why Elia and her children were dead. When meeting Lucinda at first, Arianne would tell you, she saw the opportunity use this to get vengeance against the Lannisters.
Arianne though ended up bonding with both Lucinda and Margaery. Arianne would take a knife now to Cersei if it meant protecting her two friends. Cersei looked over and saw the three sitting, she stalked over; her signature smirk on her face.
“Queen Lucinda, Lady Margarery, Princess Arianne; good afternoon. Do you all have time to talk?” Cersei asked.
“Sure, why not.” Arianne replied.
“I wonder how your Father would feel, Lucinda knowing you’re still without a husband and heirs. He would have loved for you to be taken care of.” Cersei said.
“Not that she needs a man, I think both Margaery and I are doing a great job with making sure her Grace is taken care of.” Arianne smirked.
Both Lucinda and Margaery try to not laugh; it seemed Arianne was in one of her moods. With a Lannister, Arianne’s “fangs” come out easier. When it came to Cersei, Arianne would always want to go for the jugular. Cersei tilted her head.
“You two won’t always be here. You two are going to have to marry and have children as well.” Cersei tutted.
“We’d just have them move here. We’ll serve our husbands like we serve our Queen.” Margaery countered.
Lucinda didn’t need to say anything; she knew to let her friends work this. She waved over a servant and asked for tea to be served. Quickly it was worked on and Cersei’s face started to turn sour, worse than a lemon.
“But what if you have children? You wouldn’t have anytime for this. You’d have to focus on making sure the children are cared for. Your husbands will be ruling after all.” Cersei said, eerily calm.
Four cups of tea were poured and the air became tense. Lucinda knew Cersei was trying to be smart with them. She wanted to plant seeds of fear and doubt; in the eyes of Margaery and Arianne, Lucinda was about to enjoy a show.
“Lady Cersei, if I were you I would worry about your own family. You see the three of us are worried about the country, we can’t be bothered with babies and bridegrooms. The three of us are planning on worrying about that, once we know things are better for them.” Arianne stated.
Arianne didn’t need to use insults to get her point across; she’s a lot like Doran now-a-days, back when the trio met, Arianne was more like Oberyn; more stubborn, raw untamed power. Lucinda looked at Arianne and smiled before sipping her tea.
“Lady Cersei, if I may add…your face looks like a cherry tart. It’s really red, are you feeling well?” Margaery smiled.
“Stepmother, I already have someone in mind; so your words aren’t falling on deaf ears.” Lucinda added.
Cersei’s face turned red and she sharply got up; she walked away, knowing she’d lose this regardless. The trio didn’t doubt that Cersei was planning on trying to get her way with them. Once she’s out of earshot, Margaery and Arianne turned to Lucinda.
“So Lucinda, who are you planning on asking?” Arianne asked.
Lucinda smirked and got up; she placed her tea cup down.
“Your Uncle.” Lucinda said to Arianne.
Both Arianne and Margaery misheard her, causing them to laugh. Once they replayed what she had said, the two snapped their heads toward her.
“What?!” They both yelled.
Lucinda said nothing as she walked away; Lucinda thought as much as Margaery and Arianne meant to her; Lucinda couldn’t help but to think in the back of her mind, if or when either or both of her friends would become a Judas. She knew some people truly don’t care, but for once hoped she found two people who truly do care.
Summary: A one-shot exploring Elia's thoughts, feelings and insecurities after the tourney at Harrenhal and how she's coping with it mentally.
This was intended for Martell Week I think it was for day 2: elia martell and day 4: favourite character but life got in the way shshdjd please accept these crumbs 🙏
"'Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.' The words of House Martell. A promise to our enemies, and a challenge to our lovers."
―Oberyn Martell
“Uncle Oberyn?” A voice called out.
Ellaria Sand got off the bed, a sheet covering her body as Oberyn was half asleep. Ellaria opened the door and saw Oberyn’s niece, Slyva standing there. Tears streaming down her face, the young Martell was shaking.
“Slyva, what happened?” Ellaria asked.
Ellaria ushered her inside.
“Oberyn, wake up! Slyva is here, she’s crying.” Ellaria yelled as gently as she could.
Slyva sat down and had some of the wine that was left from the night before. Oberyn slowly woke up and thankfully his lower half was covered. Oberyn looked confused and then upset; Ellaria sat next to Oberyn, trying to keep him calm enough to hear the story.
“Slyva? W-what happened?” Oberyn asked, still waking up a bit.
“Father wants me to marry...but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Slyva answered.
Her golden-brown eyes were filled with worry; a Martell without confidence was a foreign thing. Oberyn just chalked it up to Slyva being young still. The couple started to listen to what Slyva had to say.
“Father wants me to marry, it’s not a good idea. I’m not sure if it’s for me...I mean what if I embrace our House?” Slyva said.
“Did he say who he was marrying you off to?” Oberyn asked.
She shook her head no, but in Slyva’s mind she was very worried. What if she did mess up? What if her betrothed didn’t want her? Was she even intelligent or beautiful enough? The thought swarmed and swam, making her feel unworthy and not in the present.
“Slyva?” Ellaria called out.
Oberyn got out of bed, with pants on and grabbed a vial. The smell of citrus was under Slyva’s noise in a second; Oberyn holding it under her. Slyva slowly blinked and focused back in. Slyva’s favorite scent is citrus; when she overthinks and this happened, Oberyn would use it as a way of bringing her back to the present.
“Girl, you are a Princess! Act like it. You are a Martell, act like it.” Oberyn said gently.
“Uncle…” Slyva started to say.
“What are our House words?” Oberyn asked.
“Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.” Slyva answered.
“Good, you know them...but do you know them?” Oberyn asked, stressing on the second half.
Slyva and Ellaria looked at him confused.
“I understand you’re stressed about this, Slyva, you are a Martell. We know the true meaning behind these words. You should be confident, you are the snake, not them. You are the sun and spear, they are not.” Oberyn started.
Ellaria wanted to know where this was going. She could tell Slyva was paying attention to Oberyn was wanted to understand where Oberyn was going with this. Oberyn dropped a book on House Martell history into Slyva’s lap.
“Our House words are important. Over all the centuries of invasions, war, sadness; we kept our traditions while anyone else would abandon them...” Oberyn started.
Slyva paid attention, when Oberyn talked people listened. The Red Viper of Dorne is more than just about fighting and fucking; he’s a family man, so of course when Slyva felt like this, he’d step up as Uncle and help her feel better. It’s not that Doran isn’t a good father, it’s more that Doran doesn’t seem to have time for Slyva unlike her siblings.
“Unbow; when Nymeria took Rhoynar to Dorne, the union between her and Mors Martell was one of equality. Mors didn’t bow to Nymeria, nor did she to him. House Yronwood was once bigger than our house. Their union united Dorne, they took Rhoynar customs and we refuse to lose our culture to the rest of Westroes.” Oberyn continued.
Slyva remained silent, allowing Oberyn to keep going. Oberyn putting as much passion and action into this. Ellaria was with babe and, Slyva would allow Oberyn to practice his storytelling for when his new child is born.
“Unbent, Rhaenys Targaryen once challenged Meira Martell to bend the knee and submit to the Targaryens. Meira refused stating “But you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. This is Dorne.” The Targaryens returned and caused the First Dornish War. Now, the Targaryens thought they won, but the Dornishmen took back our home and the Lord who was named Castilian of Sunspear was thrown to his dead by Meira.” Oberyn added.
He picked up his wine and, you could tell he was enjoying this. Both Ellaria and Slyva smiled at him.
“I mean he deserved it.” Ellaria shrugged.
Sylva laughed hard, nearly spilling her wine. Oberyn cleared his throat and the two pay attention to him again.
“Unbroken, you see Sylva, back during the reign of Daeron II, his court hated us and everything we stand for. It caused a rebellion, called “The First Blackfyre Rebellion." We backed Daeron’s claim since he had a Martell wife. It was because of this Dorne came into the Seven Kingdoms thanks to Maron and Daenerys’s marriage. The Dornish stood together and won; as you can tell, people will always try to make us go against our house words. Time and time again, they all have failed. You should be proud to be a Martell, unlike the other houses we have always stayed true to ourselves. That’s the meaning of our words. Together Dorne will never forget who it is.” Oberyn finished.
“In other words, just be confident. If anything you’re better than most women at court. Your husband should be proud to have a woman like you.” Ellaria summed up.
Sylva smiled again.
“Maybe I overreacted?” She asked.
“I do not think you did, it’s alright to be scared. If anything would you like for us to talk to Doran?” Oberyn asked.
Sylva shook her head no.
“It’s fine, I’ll do that when he’s ready to look for someone. I’m just not certain and it’s alright; I mean I’m certain Nymeria, Meira and Maron were uncertain too.” Sylva replied.
Oberyn had a drink from his goblet and Sylva got up, going to the door.
Prince Aegnor, later the 19th King of Rohan, and his twin sister Princess Andreth of Rohan, in their early adulthood for @martellweek
Children of Princess Elia Martell of Dorne, in her second marriage to Théodred of the House of Eorl, the 18th King of Rohan as the only son and heir to King Théoden, named after the interracial lovers of the First Age
In a reverse to their older, maternal half-siblings Rhaenys and Aegon, Aegnor is the older sibling taking after their mother Elia in looks, while Andreth takes after Théodred's golden hair and blue eyes
Inside the bedchamber, Elia was excused from the birth, but happy. Both her son and daughter were alive, showing all signs of health despite that they were a little small in size as twins tended to be since they often had to enter the world before the womb got too cramped for them both.
“Aégnor,” she said at seeing her younger son mostly take after his Martell side just like Rhaenys while his sister took after her sire in the colour of hair and eyes, “Andréth.”
“Good names. We all know how much you love that tale,” Théodred spoke in a voice thick with emotions, holding each swapped baby carefully on one arm so Elia could see her children and husband together with her father and brothers watching from the door since it would be too crowded otherwise. The new children of the royal family had been born in the opposite birth order of Aegon and Rhaenys, somehow fitting if this was indeed going to be her final children.
[Image Description: a square bust-length portrait of Alleras. He is at an angle, looking at the viewer and smiling slightly. His expression is knowing. Alleras wears a dark green jerkin over a green-brown shirt. A yellow cloak is draped over his shoulders, with a pin of an arrow piercing a red circle. A bright green scarf/hood is around his neck, and three maester links hang from under it. A red earring dangles from his visible earlobe. The background has yellow lines radiating out from the central point of his cloak pin. Between the yellow lines, the spaces are green. The border is a zig-zag line filled in with red. /End ID.]
Last portrait for Martell Week!! I hope everyone will check out all the really cool stuff that’s been done for it!!
He did not conquer here. Elsewhere he burned his foes, him and his sisters, but here we melted away before them, leaving only stone and sand for them to burn. And round and round the dragons went, snapping at their tails for want of any other food, till they were tied in knots. - Valena Toland to Daemon Sand
Shae had told her that this Ellaria worshiped some Lysene love goddess. "She was almost a whore when he found her, m'lady," her maid confided, "and now she's near a princess." Sansa had never been this close to the Dornishwoman before. She is not truly beautiful, she thought, but something about her draws the eye. - Sansa Stark on Ellaria Sand
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Martell Week: Day 1 - Family @martellweek
"You have taught me so much, and you do not know how greatly I value that."
Doran teaches Elia how to play a board game, and somewhere along the way, they get in their feels.
Wanted to explore young Doran and Elia's dynamic <3
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PS. this is like really late but I was very scared of posting for the first time on AO3 before I had written something somewhat decent bc I haven't written a story in aggeesssss. Let me know what you guys think!
[Image Description: a bust-length drawing of Arianne Martell. Arianne smiles and looks slightly to the side. She appears relaxed. She wears a turquoise robe over an orange shirt, with a belt around her middle. Her hair is down, covered partially by a sheer orange veil. She wears a crown with points shaped like the sun’s rays, turquoise eyeshadow, and much sun-themed gold jewelry. The background of the drawing is turquoise overlaid by gold sun designs, with an orange-red border. /End ID.]
