A short little one shot about how i picture the final moments of the Dragonborn. Enjoy and please leave a review and tell me what you think. I tried to keep the description brief so you can imagine the Dragonborn as whatever race you play him as.

The Dragonborn moves on.

A lone man hiked up the snow covered mountain side to the throat of the world. The low sun shimmered off the freshly fallen snow. The man wore a long black cloak, and a set of worn dragon bone armor. There was a time in the past, when this man could make the journey without trouble. Now he panted, and relied heavily on a long walking stick. Dovahkiin, Dragonborn that's what they called him. He had bested countless foes, but even the mighty Dragonborn could not best the power of time.

It's a strange thing, to do something that once seemed easy in your youth. To now have it remind that your youth was long ago. Now you're old and age slows you. Makes what was easy hard or impossible.

Reaching the top a familiar site came into view. A battered and old word wall stood near the edge of the mountain. Next to it was a dragon burial mound. Unlike most this burial mound had an inscription chiseled into it.

Nok Pruzah Wuth Fahdon. "Never thought I would out live you." The Dragonborn said running his hand over the inscription. "But everything even the dovah have their time."

A fierce roar split through the peaceful silent. Looking up the man saw a large red dragon, with a white under belly. As the dragon landed in front of the man. It flapped its' wings causing the snow around the man to fly into the air.

"Drem yol lok Odahviing." The man said with a smile.

"Drem yol lok Dovahkiin." Odahviing said in a low gravelly voice.

Looking over the dragon. Time hadn't changed him much. The color of his scales dulled a little but nothing else the eye could see. "I suppose I should expect the company of an old dova at the end." The Dragonborn said walking over to the word wall. "Not really anyone else left to do it."

"You have lived long wuth fahdon." Odahviing said.

The Dragonborn ran his hand over the word wall. Memories flashed through the Dragonborn's mind. His first meeting with Paarthurnax. Reading the elder scroll, returning here after beating Alduin.

A faint smile came over his face. "A good life I think. At least I hope it was." He said sitting down and leaning his back against the word wall. "Saving the world, changing it. Protecting the people. I think it's time I rest."

"Hi lost ofaal nii. The dovah and joor will remember you for ages to come." Odahviing said.

"You know that really does make me feel better." The Dragonborn said. "The battles and wars. They were always about them. The people I saved and helped thinking about them. It brings comfort in the end." The setting sun cast the shadow of the mountain over the pair. "Well I think it's time for one more adventure." The Dragonborn said.

"Nii los tiid." Odahviing said. "I have been by your side through life Dovahkiin. If you permit it I would do the same in dinok."

With effort and a groan, the Dragonborn stood up. "One last adventure then old friend."

Odahviing lowered his head, and the dragon born climbed on. Flapping his wings Odahviing launched himself into the sky, the dragon born riding on his back. Turning Odahviing flew towards the setting sun. A final roar was last thing to be heard as the pair left the world of mortals behind.

Translation for the dragon language.

Nok Pruzah Wuth Fahdon, rest well old friend.

Drem yol lok, greetings.

Wuth fahdon, old friend.

Hi lost ofaal nii, you have earned it.

Dovah and joor, dragons and mortals.

Nii los tiid, it is time.

Dinok, death.