KNIGHT / TRAITOR

Ser Jorah Mormont. Authored by Fox. 21+. Sidebar image belongs to its wonderful artist. Icons are mine.

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– Bruce Lee {insp}

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30 Shades of Fluff [9/30]

Summer on Bear Island for @fandomsbyladymelodrama

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GoT Cast and Crew Commentary lowkey shipping on Daenerys and Jorah → requested by @toas-tea​

BONUS:

[talesofnorth]

“Mormont’s head was still in his lap, but his eyes were open and staring and his lips no longer moved.”

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Jbear is super cute and super soft behind that tough Mormonot/Northern reputation of his especially around Dany :3

JBear is a literal teddy bear. Growly on the surface, nothing but honey at the core. 

He’s also a man of rare smiles. Dany is the one who gets the most out of him, but Missandei and Tyrion have managed to get a few out of him, too. 

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ignietsanguine​:

jorah’s words make her smile, as he voices something she had forgotten for a moment. all these years, she has run towards this moment, this place she had always imagined was her home. on her way, she had made so many other places her home simply by the people she surrounded herself with and the atmosphere she created. she would do the same here, in king’s landing and the seven kingdoms. she would change this place and make it her own. it no longer belongs to the lannisters, the baratheons or even her targaryen ancestors. it is hers now and she make it into something beautiful.

a laugh escapes her and she watches him tear down banner after banner. soon, dragons will grace these halls again. at his apology, she waves her hand. “no offense taken, ser jorah. you are not wrong.” her gaze drifts to the iron throne as it stands, lonely and empty across the room. “perhaps in time, but not yet. i have fought for that throne for so long. the very seat of power my ancestors forged to rule their kingdoms from. it has been a symbol of cruelty and tyranny for a long time but i cannot bring myself to remove it.” hands clasp in front of her as she finds her friend’s gaze again. “i will make it into a symbol of justice and kindness. and if it cuts me, so be it. it will serve as a reminder of the suffering and injustice i must combat. i have endured worse than an uncomfortable seat.” 

Her laughter echoed down the halls, filling the throne room with something it had sorely lacked for several years. As always, his Queen showed him a wisdom that was blind to. It was her way, and he was humbled by it each time. “This country doesn’t deserve you, Daenerys Targaryen,” he told her, his voice deepening. “I hope, before you pass from this world at a very ripe old age, it may be closer to being worthy of you.”

Wrapping the banners over his shoulder, he glanced back at the throne. Perhaps a blanket, at least, he could drape along the seat. Looking back at her, his gaze lightened. “I know some parts of the city may need rebuilding, but I would advise a much-needed feast. For all. Set work aside for a day or two. Embrace this moment.”

If he knew anything about ruling, and his own experience was minuscule compared to that of royalty, it was that the job made one grow old very quickly. “What would you like done to these?” he asked, nodding his head to the banners. He had a mind to burn them, but he didn’t wish to act unless she desired something else. 

“And . . . if I may . . . a small request,” he hesitated for a moment, “I ask that you allow me to be the first to kneel before you when you take your seat . . . and swear fealty.” True, he had sworn it before, but this was an official swearing in the palace that now belonged to her. In the country that was now hers. 

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(requested by anonymous)

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Do not walk away from your queen Jorah the Andal, you have not been dismissed. You pledged yourself to me, you swore to obey my commands for the rest of your life. Well I command you to find the cure. I command you to heal yourself and then return to me. When I take the Seven Kindgoms I need you by my side.

make me choose: anonymous asked theonsa or jorleesi

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Jorah Mormont in every episode - S2x08 : The Prince of Winterfell

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there is activity everywhere, servants and unsullied and northern soldiers hurry through the hallways of the red keep. king’s landing has been taking, cersei has been imprisoned and daenerys has everything she has ever fought for. or does she? as her feet carry her back into the throne room, a familiar figure is there to greet her with that smile she has known for so many years. she mirrors it, before taking a deep breath. “i’ve wandered these halls for for over an hour now and yet none of it feels like home,” she says softly, knowing she can trust jorah with these words. “maybe they are right when they say i’m simply a foreign conqueror and not truly of westeros.” violet eyes drift to the iron throne across the room, a shiver running down her spine. nothing about this room is welcoming or reasssuring. it’s a room fit for a tyrant, not a true queen. “we must change this awful room, jorah. as soon as possible.”

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Although the Keep is, itself, noisy with the comings of soldiers and servants, the Throne Room is vacant . . . save for Jorah. He hadn’t been in this room since he had been knighted. It felt . . . smaller. His hand ran along the red and gold of House Lannister that adorned the walls. With a sharp tug, he removed the banner and let it fall to the ground.

Like all things that transpired in history, House Lannister was now a footnote. A reign that did not last very long in the grand scheme of things. He was about to remove another when he heard faint, dainty, footsteps enter the room. Glancing over, an unbidden smile reached his lips when he saw his Queen enter. 

Jorah bowed his head low to her in greeting. This was, after all, her new command post. The seat of her power. Seeing her own smile, his heart both draws strength and flutters. It was good to see that she could smile after all they had witnessed. The nightmares of the past were finally over. Now, only the future remained. 

When she voiced her concerns, he gave an understanding smile. “Home, I have found, Khaleesi, is not oft something that can be found. It is made. Make this Keep your own, make this country your own, and it will begin to feel like home.” A knowing look crossed his features, “perhaps start with planting a lemon tree in the garden.”

He continued on his previous task, tugging the next banner down from the wall. “I’ve already begun decorating,” he agreed, tossing it down to the floor and heading to the next one. “I would suggest putting in for a new throne. Unless you fancy the idea of having swords rammed up your arse day in and day out, of course.” 

That came off a bit more familiar than he had intended. “Pardon the candor, Your Grace,” he added with a bow of his head. “But that seat will only chaff and cut any who chooses to sit in it. Even with pillows. I’m sure Dorne could supply something beautiful and comfortable.”

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GoT S6 Features — Recreating the Dothraki World

Iain Glen on speaking Dothraki

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You came back.

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