Alors voici la théorie sur Tyrion pêchée sur des forums US, au départ elle m'a semblé sortir de nulle part mais plus j'y ai réfléchi plus elle m'a plu... vous me direz ce que vous en pensez. Je la mets en spoiler bien que ça n'en soit techniquement pas un, elle n'est pas du tout étayée explicitement dans aucun des 5 tomes, ça n'est vraiment qu'une théorie, mais des fois qu'il y ait des gens qui ne veulent prendre aucun risque...
Le perso le plus évident dans la catégorie de ceux "à destin", c'est évidemment Daenerys. Au terme du 1er tome, il est clair qu'à un moment elle tentera de reconquérir les Seven Kingdoms avec ses trois dragons. Et s'il y en a naturellement un pour elle, on peut se demander qui seront les deux autres chevaucheurs de dragon. Même s'il n'y a pas une règle stricte qui dit qu'ils doivent être des Targaryens, ça aurait quand même plus de gueule ! Or Daenerys est supposée être la dernière de sa lignée...
Il y a un candidat vraiment très naturel, tellement il y a d'indices qui laissent à penser que Jon est le fils de Rhaegar Targaryen et de Lyanna Stark. Mais qui pourrait être le troisième ?? En restant vague pour ne pas spoiler Zen, un nouveau perso du cinquième tome pourrait légitimement prétendre au rôle. Il y a pourtant une autre voie improbable : et si Tyrion était un Targaryen caché ?! Vous kifferiez pas, vous, un cliff de tome 6 avec Dany, Jon et Tyrion s'envolant vers Westeros ?? 
Le seul rapprochement possible avec le texte des bouquins, c'est une allusion dans le tome 5,
quand Barristan raconte que lors du mariage entre Tywin et Joanna Lannister, le roi Aerys Targaryen aurait regretté que le droit de cuissage ait été aboli.
Il n'en fallait pas plus pour envisager que Aerys et Joanna aient pu faire crac crac, et comme Tywin et Joanna étaient cousins (quel étrange hasard...), Tyrion garderait une moitié de sang Lannister.
Alors normalement, votre première réaction doit être : "c'est n'importe quoi !"  Maintenant, laissez passer cinq minutes pour digérer l'incongruité du truc, et réfléchissez avec moi. Outre que ça permettrait de relier trois des persos principaux qui étaient bien disjoints au départ, et que ça "laverait" Tyrion de son parricide, même si rien n'enlèvera le fait que Tyrion pensait tuer son père, ça collerait aussi super bien avec une autre théorie, toute personnelle celle-là, qui dit que plein des évènements de toute la saga sont présents en filigrane dans les premiers chapitres du tome 1 !
On pourra revenir ultérieurement sur le premier chapitre de Jon à Castle Black, et à pourquoi je suis persuadé de la véritable identité de Coldhands, mais concentrons nous ici sur la relation Jon-Tyrion. Le lien le plus évident avec une origine Targaryen, c'est bien sûr l'allusion directe aux dragons :
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"Daeron Targaryen was only fourteen when he conquered Dorne," Jon said. The Young Dragon was one of his heroes. |
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Tyrion had a morbid fascination with dragons. When he had first come to King's Landing for his sister's wedding to Robert Baratheon, he had made it a point to seek out the dragon skulls that had hung on the walls of Targaryen's throne room. (...) |
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Mais il y a des connexions plus subtiles. Lors de la première véritable scène avec Tyrion, quand il rencontre Jon à la sortie du festin à Wintefell, de quoi parle-t-il en premier ? De bâtards...
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"You're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?"
Jon felt a coldness pass right through him. He pressed his lips together and said nothing.
"Did I offend you?" Lannister said. "Sorry. Dwarfs don't have to be tactful. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head." He grinned. "You are the bastard, though."
"Lord Eddard Stark is my father," Jon admitted stiffly.
Lannister studied his face. "Yes," he said. "I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."
"Half-brothers," Jon corrected. He was pleased by the dwarf's comment, but he tried not to let it show.
"Let me give you some counsel, bastard," Lannister said. "Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you."
Jon was in no mood for anyone's counsel. "What do you know about being a bastard?"
"All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes."
"You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister."
"Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure."
"I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said.
"Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king. |
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Alors bien sûr, tout le monde pense que le bâtard, c'est Jon, mais et s'il y avait un deuxième niveau de lecture... ?
Encore plus subtil, après leur première rencontre, leur au revoir. Gardez en tête, que si Tyrion est le demi-frère de Rhaegar, il serait donc l'oncle de Jon !
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Posté par aGoT, Tyrion III |
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They walked, with Ghost pacing along beside Jon like a white shadow. "I leave on the morrow," Tyrion said.
"I know." Jon sounded strangely sad.
"I plan to stop at Winterfell on the way south. If there is any message that you would like me to deliver…"
"Tell Robb that I'm going to command the Night's Watch and keep him safe, so he might as well take up needlework with the girls and have Mikken melt down his sword for horseshoes."
"Your brother is bigger than me," Tyrion said with a laugh. "I decline to deliver any message that might get me killed."
"Rickon will ask when I'm coming home. Try to explain where I've gone, if you can. Tell him that he can have all my things while I'm away, he'll like that."
People seemed to be asking a great deal of him today, Tyrion Lannister thought. "You could put all this in a letter, you know."
"Rickon can't read yet. Bran… " He stopped suddenly. "I don't know what message to send to Bran. Help him, Tyrion."
"What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spells to give him back his legs."
"You gave me help when I needed it," Jon Snow said.
"I gave you nothing," Tyrion said. "Words."
"Then give your words to Bran too."
"You're asking a lame man to teach a cripple how to dance," Tyrion said. "However sincere the lesson, the result is likely to be grotesque. Still, I know what is it to love a brother, Lord Snow. I will give Bran whatever small help is in my power."
"Thank you, my lord of Lannister." He pulled off his glove and offered his bare hand. "Friend."
Tyrion found himself oddly touched. "Most of my kin are bastards," he said with a wry smile, "but you're the first I've had to friend." He pulled a glove off with his teeth and clasped Snow by the hand, flesh against flesh. The boy's grip was firm and strong.
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As he stood there and looked at all that darkness with no fires burning anywhere, with the wind blowing and the cold like a spear in his guts, Tyrion Lannister felt as though he could almost believe the talk of the Others, the enemy in the night. His jokes of grumkins and snarks no longer seemed quite so droll.
"My uncle is out there," Jon Snow said softly, leaning on his spear as he stared off into the darkness. "The first night they sent me up here, I thought, Uncle Benjen will ride back tonight, and I'll see him first and blow the horn. He never came, though. Not that night and not any night."
"Give him time," Tyrion said.
Far off to the north, a wolf began to howl. Another voice picked up the call, then another. Ghost cocked his head and listened. "If he doesn't come back," Jon Snow promised, "Ghost and I will go find him." He put his hand on the direwolf's head.
"I believe you," Tyrion said, but what he thought was, And who will go find you? He shivered. |
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Non seulement la famille de Jon lui manque, mais si en plus il avait perdu un oncle pour en trouver un autre... Troublant, n'est-ce pas ? 
Et comme le faisait remarquer Zen, ça ferait passer Tyrion dans les trois catégories : celui qui s'éclate à jouer le game of thrones, puis le perso qui se met volontairement en marge, pour finir avec celui qui accomplit son destin !
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