Chapter One
Hello, everyone! This is my attempt at a long Leliana x Morrigan romance fic. I'd love to hear some feedback on the first chapter, and I'll see you all lovelies at the bottom!
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Leliana stood in a small tavern in Lothering, waiting for some sort of sign from the Maker himself. Her last dream had been rather vague compared to the others she'd had, but she distinctly remembered this place standing out as somewhere she needed to be.
She thought back to what little she could interpret from the dream.
...A sign with the small village's name on it...
...Two sets of armour, silver and gold...
...A thunderous sound, like the marching of a thousand hellish nightmares...
...Eyes, yellow and catlike, standing out from the darkness...
But the young bard knew nothing of what any of this meant. So she sat, sipping a small cup of water by the fire, waiting for the answers to come to her, as they usually did.
Well, except for the fact they never came in such a literal sense.
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A man walked in just then, black hair tied back, and a beard that looked to have been trimmed neatly. Following him was another man, with long, fair looking blond hair, with a slight bit of stubble. He was accompanied on either side by armed guards.
What struck Leliana most about the two was their armour.
...Two sets of armour, silver and gold...
Leliana jumped from her seat and practically ran to the two.
"Excuse me sirs!" She started, nearly tripping over her chantry robes.
Immediately, the two guards drew their swords, ready to strike.
The man with the golden armour laughed, and waived them off. They put their weapons away, but eyed Leliana with wary looks.
"Hello, Madame! King Cailan, at your service." The man, Cailan, nodded his head to her. She immediately bowed, embarrassed. Here he was, the king of Ferelden, and she'd made a fool of herself already.
"My companion over there is a Grey Warden. His name's Duncan."
She bowed again to Duncan, and he met her with a kind smile, before speaking.
"What do you need, child?"
She straightened up, looking him in the eyes.
"I. I-I do not know what sort of quest you are on. But I need to be a part of it, Ser Duncan." Leliana tried to sound confident, at least.
Duncan looked her over quizzically.
"And just how do you know we're on a quest?" He asked, crossing his arms.
Leliana swallowed, her hands growing sweaty.
"You will think me insane, but I. The Maker showed me. In a vision."
Both men looked surprised, and the guards drew their swords once more.
"Do you truly believe this, miss..?" Duncan asked, seemingly staring into the woman's soul.
Leliana's gaze became steel. "Leliana. And I do. More than anything."
Duncan's face softened at that, and he smiled once again.
"Well, you may be right, or you may be touched in the head. Either way, we do need more Grey Wardens to fight off the darkspawn at Ostagar. What say you? How are your fighting skills?"
Leliana beamed. "I accept! Don't worry about me, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."
"Very well. Head south, to Ostagar. You'll make a fine Grey Warden, Leliana."
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And I'm gonna end it there! I could go on for a while, but then this chapter would be waaaay too long.
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