This is my first official fanfic, constructive critisism is welcomed with open arms. This will be continued if enough people show intrest.

The elvish that is in this is what i've been able to piece together from the Dragon Age wiki, please let me know if you feel some of it isn't right.

"Fenris?"

"What mage?"

Merrill barely blinked at his harsh tone, being used to it by now, but pointed towards the distant rooftops.

"Do you see that?" she asked.

Fenris studied the area she was pointing to and saw the vague outline of a person in the failing light. Just as he was about to reply to the blood mage, the figure disappeared. Fenris frowned as he tried to work out what he had just seen.

He glanced towards the door that he and Merrill were standing guard for. They were waiting for Hawke and Varric, who were conducting business with a noble who had hired them. When he looked forward again, the shape on the rooftops was back and closer than before.

Merrill and Fenris were so focused on the figure in the distance that they didn't see the Carta assassins coming towards them until it was too late.

Fenris turned to see a blade coming towards his head and was able to block it, barely. Merrill had been hit in the shoulder, just managing to twist out the blades original path of her heart. Being caught off guard, both elves struggled to fend off the blows being rained upon them.

A low hiss and several small thunks were heard then nothing as the Carta assassins dropped dead, each with an arrow protruding from their bodies.

Fenris looked around, confirmed he was in no immediate danger and dropped to the ground, his heart racing. Merrill did the same thing on his right, sliding down the wall, staff falling from her hands. Fenris then realised that the arrows must have come from somewhere and looked up to see who their saviour was, meeting a pair of emerald green eyes.

Their body was covered in a full length, black cloak and hood, only their eyes were visible in the rapidly fading light. From the slim build and grace in which they walked, Fenris concluded that they were an elf.

Fenris stood up once more and held his weapon ready, "Come no closer, stranger."

The cloaked figure stopped and tilted their head slightly in curiosity.

"I'm not here to cause anyone harm." The voice was female, she looked towards the Carta members she had just slain and said "I'll rephrase that, I'm not here to harm you, Hamin."

Fenris reluctantly sheathed his weapon and said "Who are you?"

The elf lowered her hood and smiled warmly.

It was at this time that Hawke chose to exit the building, Varric following with Bianca, and come face to face with a mob of dead Carta assassins and a smiling elf. Not what she envisioned when she heard the commotion outside. She had thought that Fenris and Merrill had been overwhelmed and had come running, daggers drawn.
Now she lowered them slightly at the scene around her, observing the arrows in each of the bodies.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked incredulously, when she received no answer she asked again, "Fenris? Merrill? What happened?"

Again, no answer.

The elf stepped forward a little and Fenris was on his guard in an instant, keeping a trained eye on the unknown helper.

"I think I can shed some light on this subject." She said, "I was following the Carta you see and followed them on their way here, so when they started attacking these two, I intervened. I'm sorry if I caused any trouble."

Hawke was taken aback, surprised at the kindness in her voice, then mentally shook herself and got back to the person at hand.

"How did you fell all these dwarves?" Hawke looked closer at the corpses around her. Each body had only one arrow, lodged either in their heart or their skull, an instant and clean kill.

The elf's smile grew bigger while she held up one finger and replied, "One arrow at a time."

Fenris relaxed once he knew that there would be no more bloodshed, at least for the moment, and studied the elf that stood before him, all happy and smiles in a sea of blood and death.

She was just a bit shorter than him, about the height of his chin, and had the grace and poise of any other elf. Her long black hair was in a neat braid that was pulled over her right shoulder and she was dressed in a long black cloak. But what got to Fenris were her eyes, they were cunning, deceitful and lucid, but there was also a haunting look, like she has seen too much.

He stepped forward as Hawke sheathed her blades, and asked, "I'll ask my earlier question. Who are you?"

The elf backed away and pulled up her hood, "I am the one our people call Melana Fen."

With that, she disappeared.

"Are you saying that she is a myth?" Hawke's tone was disbelieving.

Merrill nodded her head, "Well she is only talked about by the clans, no one has ever seen her before that's all. She is said to be the only constant in a sea of change and time."

Hawke sighed, she didn't need this. She was too busy from keeping Kirkwall from a mage uprising, she didn't need something out of a Dalish myth to turn up and mess around. Merrill was still talking, telling the story of Melana Fen, the Time Wolf.

"They say she was born to humans parents and that the father was so angry at his wife, thinking she had cheated on her with one of their elf servants, he cast them both out. The mother had barley gotten her new born child to the nearest clan, when she died of grief. The clan, angry at what had happened to the child's mother, went and killed her husband, for casting her out. The keeper believed that the girl should be brought up as though these events had never happened, and kept the child's birth a secret. As the child grew, she took to the bow like a duck to water and became the best archer the Dalish had ever seen and when she was old enough, received a dragon bone bow from the Keeper. She was the happiest she had ever been, until the day when she overheard one of the clan talking about how, even though her parents were gone, she had grown up so well, and so happy. That is when she died. Grief stricken over the truth of her parents and her clan's deceit, she flew into a terrifying rage and killed the Keeper. After her rage abated, she finally let herself go, lying down beside the corpse of the Keeper, and slept."

Merrill finished her story and looked at the faces around her, their eyes glued to her, shocked and slightly disbelieving.

Fenris added one piece of information to the story, "They say that when she woke, the clan had turned to ashes around her, but not a single minute had gone by."

Hawke shook her head, "So where does the wolf bit come from?"

"Because it was the Dread Wolf that found me and became my only companion."