Weirwoods are considered sacred to the followers of the old gods. The children of the forest are said to have carved faces in the weirwoods during the Dawn Age, before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea. It is said that through the faces the old gods watch over the followers and bear witness to important events. The greenseers of the children of the forest can see through the eyes of weirwoods. Since trees have no sense of time, the greenseer can see into the past or present when looking through the eyes of a tree.
Tribute-doodle to my favorite creepy Game of Thrones duo. It’s ole blood-on-his-hands-corrupt Petyr Baelish manipulating Sansa with his words…but she’s wising up. I knoooow he’s gunna kick the Westerosi bucket (it’s inevitable), but I can’t help but know I’m gunna miss that chaos-ladder-climber dude. Every season I loved all of Baelish’s and Sansa’s scenes. They added so much drama and just a little bit (a lot) of creepy. But what would Game of Thrones be without it? Probably a lot less nerve-racking but…yah know…they the best.
Prior to 7.02, there was lots of hope among Jonsa fans (aided by glimpses in the S7 promo) that we might get a scene of Jon and Sansa by the Winterfell weirwood before he left to go south. And yall let me tell you, I get it, I do. This is the NedxCat parallel that I *LONG* for. But before 702, I prepared myself for the likelihood that it was not yet time for this parallel right now. I know some fans were disappointed we didn’t get that scene in 7.02. I wrote this up in my drafts last week and it got lost and never got posted. But in effort to spread some Jonsa positivity, I thought I’d share. This was my rational for why 7.02 was not the time for a Jonsa weirwood scene, but not to discount one in the future:
In the books, Sansa, like all the Stark kids, has been tied to the godswood since AGOT. But in the show, I only count twice that Sansa has been there: her wedding to Ramsey in S5 and then LF declaring his intentions to her in S6. When we see Sansa sitting peacefully under its leaves in 610, it’s as if Sansa as reclaimed the weirwood back as *hers* after reclaiming Winterfell and committing Ramsey to death. And then here comes LF, tarnishing the weirwood all over again. So I reason LF has to die (at Sansa’s hand) before the Winterfell weirwood be—for lack of a better word—"purified" in Sansa’s eyes, for a true Jonsa weirwood scene.
Also, we’ve already had so many the NedxCat parallels going on already. There’s only so many NedxCat scenes left to parallel, so they have to save some for S8!
The original NedxCat scene at the weirwood is my absolute favorite and super iconic. Where Cat brings Ned the raven about Jon Arryn’s death and King Robert’s visit, which both understand as a call for him to go South.
My hunch was that doing a Jon x Sansa scene by the weirwood in 7.02 would have been a little bit TOO on the nose right now. Especially if they’re not going to take the same path–unlike Ned and Cat, a reunion for Jon and Sansa is practically mandatory.
Also, in terms of pacing for these final 13 eps, it’d be too early in the narrative, for the same reason Jon probably will not reunite with Arya until S8. Both are these iconic scenes from the first two episodes of the show (or first 150 pages of the book, whichever way you look at it!) that will most likely be bookends to the series.
So, if I were to bet on anything in the series, it’s that Jon and Sansa will get a weirwood scene before the series closes. We’ll just have to have patience.
DONE! The She wolf, mother of the prince that was promised and the Knight of the laughing tree. I would sell my face to watch a GOT spin off featuring The
Tourney at Harrenhal and Robert’s Rebellion. More awesome ladies to come ;)
For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said. “But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.” “You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”
It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.
GOT + Weirwood♕ The center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. “The heart tree,” Ned called it. The weirwood’s bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than Winterfell itself. They had seen Brandon the Builder set the first stone, if the tales were true; they had watched the castle’s granite walls rise around them. It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea.