Dragon's Song Chapter 1: Within the League, a fire emblem fanfic

Authors Note: I love this couple for some reason. lol I mean, seriously! Ninian loves Eliwood and Nils loves Lyn! Why not? He should've gotten some people to support with! Hector would be one of the others, I would think... Hector just seemed to treat him like a younger brother. lol Nino would probably be the other (inspired by a one-shot I stumbled across here on). So, yeah, I just simply love the idea of Nils marrying Lyn.

Anyways! This first chapter is made up of small snippets of some scenes from what might have happened during Lyn's Chapters. Next three chapters will be support conversations for the two, and the last will be their special ending, and then a view of their life together. ^_^ Enjoy!

Tears

Nils rushed from the inn, the feeling of betrayal piercing his heart. But he ignored it, for the moment... he had to help Ninian, no matter the cost. He did not stop, but ran towards the mountains. However, the sound of a horse snorting caught his attention, and he changed direction to go towards it. He could see fighters; all of them, armed and strong.

He approached them, out of breath and his tears staining his face. He tried to calm himself as he walked up behind the woman with dark green hair. He composed himself as best he could and attempted to be courteous. "Pardon me, but..." The woman turned around, giving him a bright smile, but he saw a flash of something behind it. He gave himself no time to think about it as she began to reply. "Yes? Can I help you?"

He hesitated with his answer, but said, "You and your friends... Are you mercenaries?" She hesitated, answering his question with another, "And if we are?" This time he answered with haste. "I need your help!" Tears began to flow again, even as the orange haired cavalier cautioned the female liege.

"Forgive me, but we're in a hurry," she began, her expression turning into a sadness that told how she was pained to leave him with his troubles, but she felt she must. "Is there someone else you can ask?" Nils shook his head, not about to waste time explaining about the village men. He did, however, tell them that his sister had been kidnapped by evil men. Nils watched the orange haired cavalier converse back and forth with another cavalier, one with brown hair.

Nils looked helplessly at the girl, who had been staring at him the entire time. She gave him a very sad, almost pained smile, but she nodded to him, slowly speaking to the man beside her. "Kent, I... I want to help this child." Nils was not about to argue that he was not a child - he was simply relieved and happy to have some help in rescuing his sister.

If not for this woman, Lyndis... surely this group would not have helped him in his time of need.

Defender

Nils stepped back as the masked man approached him, ready to turn and run. The man grabbed the front of his shirt to drag him away, but in a flash, the man was hit with great force, and he retracted his hand, releasing Nils from his grasp. Nils, shaken and scared, opened his eyes to see Lyn standing between him and the man. She had saved him... and she was going to save his sister.

Music

Nils blew his flute to enchant the spirits, twirling around and stopped as he finished his song. He opened his eyes to look at Lady Lyndis. She stood up, giving him that warm smile that melted him to the core. "Thanks, Nils," she called to him before she hurried ahead to take care of a bandit. Nils leaned against the wall of the castle to catch his breath, still thinking about Lady Lyndis. He had just noticed... she had such a fair face... He shook his head. He should not be thinking of such things. She was a human, and he was not.

The Ring

He had tried to convince her that they did not need the ring... but her ever observant gaze peered right into his heart, and saw the ache for the heirloom. It was not just a rare piece, but a keepsake from their mother... She knew just how much it mattered to Nils, and to Ninian. He admired her bravery and confidence as she charged into the keep with her friends behind her, all ready to fight for any cause their liege chose.

Whispers in the Hall

Nils followed his liege down the hall, the two trying to keep their steps and breathing quiet. They were going to ambush some mercenaries, while Sain and Serra came from the other side. Lady Lyndis stopped in the middle of the hall, out of breath. Nils took out his flute to play for her, but she put her hand on it. "Not right now, Nils," she whispered to him, grasping his hand and pulling him alongside her. She lowered her voice even more quietly as she talked into his ear. "There is an archer on the other side of this wall... I cannot risk them hearing you." Nils nodded, glad that she knew such things. He blushed when he realized she was still holding his hand. Her flesh was soft and warm against his, but he could feel her strength coursing through her body.

When Lady Lyndis gathered her strength, she gently pulled him along, heading for the opening so that they could be in place for the ambush. She turned towards the other end of the hall, and gave Mark a thumb up to let him know that they were ready. "Nils," she spoke quietly, glancing around the corner at the enemies. She turned back to him as he responded. "If I am injured and am no longer able to protect you, you must flee." Nils gasped, about to protest, but it was too late. It was time to attack and Lady Lyndis was already bolting around the corner.

Hands

Nils turned to Lady Lyndis as she approached him. She grabbed his hand, causing him to tense and blush, but he relaxed as she placed Nini's Grace in his palm, and then curled his fingers so that he gripped it tightly. She put her hands around his, looking from him to his beloved sister. "Nils, Ninian. Everything is going to be fine." She was not smiling, but staring at him seriously, with a fiery passion burning in her eyes. "As long as you're with us, you'll be safe." He did not deny this. Not for a second. He was hesitant about plaguing her with their presence, however. She assured him that she would protect him and his sister, no matter who came their way.

Her hands left his, allowing him to grip the ring, bringing it to his chest. "Really," he asked sincerely, a smile coming to his face. He was filled with joy to be able to remain with Lyndis' Legion and his new friends. To be with Lady Lyndis, who saved his heart from breaking, and his life, as well as that of his sister; he owed her much, though he knew there was no way to pay it back.

Ballista

Nils felt something, saw something. He could sense the danger, and everything around him flashed inverted colors. He saw the arrow, coming this way. He looked to his side to see who it could hit, and spotted his liege. "Lady Lyndis, don't move," he cried with great alarm. She looked at him, puzzled but remained where she was; and the arrow appeared in the ground before her.

Nils let out a sigh of relief. He did it. He saved her. In the moments before the arrow hit, he felt a deep, emotional dread of her being hurt. He felt so dearly for her; he desired nothing more at this time than to help her find her grandfather. As the lady finished talking with her knights and the tactician, she walked over to Nils and gave him a quick hug. "Thank you, Nils! You saved my life." Nils blushed, smiling as he modestly diverted his gaze.

Caught

Nils played his flute for Erk, to give the boy back his strength. He thanked Nils and rushed off to take care of an approaching mercenary. Nils felt something, but he had little time to do anything as a ballista arrow caught him in the side. He gasped, crying out in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his side around the arrow.

Lyn whipped around after she had finished a cavalier, and spotted her teal-haired friend on the ground with an arrow in his side. "Nils," she cried in distress, bolting to his side. She gently picked up his head, placing it in her lap to give him comfort. Her lower lip quivered as she rubbed his forehead to remove the sweat. "Don't worry, Nils," she muttered to the moaning boy. "Mark is sending Serra... you will be healed in a minute." The boy slowly opened his crimson eyes to stare up at her. She felt him relaxing, allowing her to cradle him close to her.

She cuddled him to keep his attention away from the pain, as Serra would not be here for a little while longer. Nils coughed gently, grimacing as he tried to pull the arrow out of his body. Lady Lyndis set his head in her lap, grabbed his bloodied right hand with her left, and used her other hand to ease the arrow out of his flesh. Nils growled in pain, but remained quiet otherwise. As soon as she got it out, she threw it aside, and used her right hand to cover the hole.

She felt his hand on her face, and she looked into his eyes. He displayed concern for her. "My... Milady," he stuttered, wiping her face gently with his thumb. "You shed tears." Lyn offered him a sad smile, cradling him with her free arm as she waited for Serra.

Easy Does It

Nils rested against the tree trunk, facing the campfire, but he was still at a distance from it. Whilst the others were gathered around, conversing with one another, he preferred to rest his sore side in the shadows. He stirred only when he noticed a figure exit a tent and walk to him. He smiled up at Lady Lyndis as she approached and knelt beside him. She offered a small smile. "That was a close call today, Nils..." She began quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "From now on... take it easy. Stay beside me or someone here who can wield a weapon." She gripped his shoulder a little tighter, as if to better explain her feelings of serious concern. Nils nodded, placing a hand on hers. "Yes, Lady Lyndis... I shall do as you ask."

Confrontation

Nils dismounted Kent's horse, waving as the orange-haired cavalier rushed another direction through the rain. Nils squinted through the rain, located Lady Lyndis, and rushed to her side. She was around the corner of the castle, waiting for the time to bolt before it and strike. Nils soundlessly joined his liege beside the castle, remaining close to her. She turned to him when she felt his gentle hand on her arm. "Lady Lyndis, are you sure this is wise," Nils inquired softly, his crimson eyes peering into her bluish-green ones. "You don't have a lance reaver, and his is a silver lance! You're at a disadvantage."

Lyn nodded firmly, glancing again around the corner. "I am certain, Nils. This man poisoned my grandfather, and did many other evil things..." Her hands tightened on the hilt of her sword as she spoke. "I will be the one to bring him down." A lump appeared in his throat, but he could not swallow it. He was scared - not for himself, but for Lyn. She was putting herself in unnecessary danger. True, Wallace was going to weaken Lundgren, but still... the idea was not settle with him.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Serra arrived, panting. As soon as the cleric stopped beside them, Lyn darted around the corner, sword at the ready and her battle cry matching the thunder that flashed across the darkened sky.

Departure

Nils trudged down the halls, his fingers brushing the stone walls lightly. His crimson eyes scanned the pictures lazily, but he was not really paying them any attention. His thoughts were on where he and his sister would go after they left. They had stayed with Lady Lyndis for three days after the defeat of Lord Lundgren, and had enjoyed it; but he felt that they needed to move on, before a greater plague was brought upon the House of Caelin. His gaze departed from the images and peered ahead of him toward the women, who had entered the hall.

Lady Lyndis was conversing with two of her maids; to him, her voice was sweet and thick like honey fresh from the comb. He blushed slightly at this thought, but pushed such things from his mind as he approached her. "Um, Lady Lyndis..." The woman's' green eyes blinked upon hearing her name called, but she looked at him and smiled brightly. She stopped and turned to her maids, asking that they excuse her.

Once they had left, Lyn turned to her friend with another smile. "Nils, what did you wish to speak to me of?" Nils couldn't help but smile at her attempt to sound like nobility - it was a very good one, almost real, but he did not care for it. He wished she would just speak as Lyn. As if she read his mind, her smile softened. "And, please, call me Lyn whilst we're not accompanied by others." She gave him a wink.

Nils smiled, nodding firmly. "All right, Lyn... um, Ninian and I were speaking earlier, and we think we're ready to take our leave." He watched how her eyes expressed a flash of sorrow and disappointment, but her bright aura returned, to shield it. She nodded to him. "I understand." Without another word, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, giving him a gentle squeeze. "...take care of yourself, and Ninian, for me." Nils managed a small, sad smile as he returned the warm embrace. His stomach was full of butterflies, his cheeks turned warm, but he was happy, and yet sad, all at the same time.

Later, as he left the palace hand-in-hand with his sister, he thought about his friends of Lyndis' League, and of his liege, Lady Lyndis. He hoped that one day, he could see them all again. But for now, he and his sister would travel the world and hone their music skills.