Flirting with: Hadvar

My name is Glorfindel and I am a dark elf. I am currently on my way to Helgen with other prisoners who are about to be executed. You wonder how I got here? It´s a rather long and boring story, so I´ll pass on filling you in. Is this where it all ends? Some famous Ulfric Stormcloak or something was there with us and he was gagged. Kinda kinky. He must be into that sort of thing. Just now one of the prisoners said he killed the High King with his voice. Aha, now that explains a few things. Well, we arrived at our destination and all were to get off.

I looked around. Oh geez. Now what? Some woman asked my name. I should answer, right? "Glorfindel." I exclaimed. She looked at the sheet of paper in her hands. "No, your name is not on the list. How did you end up here?"

Why should I bother telling her if I am going to die anyway? A Nord approached us. "Another refugee? Gods really have abandoned your people, Dark Elf. I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Morrowind."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah right. As if they cared about returning remains. "Look, if I´m not on that list of yours, why should I die with others? I was just passing through and your men foolishly arrested me without giving me a chance to explain." And I meant it. I was on business here, in Skyrim. I was going back to my homeland, Morrowind in a few days when I got stuck in the middle of a heated battle. Damn Nords and their civil war. Some higher officer leaned in and whispered something into the woman´s ear. She nodded. "I am sorry, but that won´t be possible. You may be lying and maybe you´re one of the Stormcloaks. I heard they recruited spies from Morrowind lately."

Great. They won´t believe me. One of the prisoners bolted and tried to run away. He was killed without mercy. Well, that sums it up. No chance of escaping death, is there? I was called over to the executioner. Yet another person was called forth and his head was chopped of right before my eyes. The Ulfric man was just staring blankly at the scene. "Come forth, dark elf. You´re next."

I was shaking with fear. I should have never come to fucking Skyrim. And now, I was about to die. I knelt down and succumbed to my fate. Then, a roar blasted through my ears. It sounded like... a dragon? The higher officials flinched, but they issued orders to continue with the execution. The roars were sounding closer and closer and closer... when a ginat dragon settled on the roof right above us. It roasted the higher officials and my to be executioner. All other prisoners, along with that Ulfric man took the change and bolted. I was still shaken up. The dragon just saved my life. Literally. It swooped down and killed them. Not everyone, though, the sympathetic Nord lifted my up from the ground, because I was shaking. I still couldn´t believe my incredible luck. The dragon may have saved me, but it was causing havoc and terrorizing the town and its people. At this rate, it will be destroyed. The Nord forced me stand up. "Come on, Helgen is lost. The dragon is too strong. I´m going to escape. Want to join me?"

I blinked, surprised. Escape this mad place? Gladly. I nodded and showed him my bound hands. "If you´re going to lead me through this, you are going to trust me. You cannot protect me and yourself at once." The man seemed to be thinking about it, but then he pulled out his dagger and undid my bindings. "Very well. Fair enough. Then, let´s go to the barracks. There might be some weapons left. Then we escape through the emergency passage. It leads to the woods." We ran to the barracks, jumped off few destroyed houses and ran inside the empty barracks. I took the opportunity to catch my breath. The Nord searched weapon racks. "Which weapon do you prefer?"

"Swords, mainly greatswords."

The man handed me one handed sword. "This will have to do for now. By the way, my name is Hadvar."

"Well met. Now, if you don´t mind, I would prefer to leave this place."

The man smiled and led me down the stairs, where we encountered some frostbite spiders and found the entrance to the cave leading outside. We were advancing finely when the Nord, Hadvar stopped abruptly and I bumped into him. "What?"

He turned to me. "Over there. A sleeping bear. I don´t want to fight that. Do you?" I shook my head. "Good, then we´ll try to sneak by it. If we´re lucky, we might just make it. You go first, I´ll follow your lead."

I raised my eyebrow. What? Is he so afraid? Or... I leaned in closer to him and I was sure my eyes were sparkling in the darkness that surrounded us. "You want me to go first because you´re afraid?"

Hadvar shook his head and was about to say something when I leaned even closer and whispered in his ear: "Or maybe you want to see my "other" qualities from a better perspective?"

The man turned three shades of red before I withdrew and smirked. He was left speechless. I turned around and began sneaking, quietly like a mouse, drawing out my small steps so that Hadvar could get a better look at my fine qualities. The man gasped behind me and I knew he was embarrassed. Oh, how sweet. He must be one of the silent, stoic guys. We passed by the bear and I stood up. I was enjoying this, to tell the truth. "Well, we´re past it. Too bad, right Hadvar?" I smirked as he refused to look at me. We´ve reached the end of our jorney underground and I was the first to breath in fresh air. Ah, it felt good, but not nearly as good as when I openly flirted with the now flustered Nord.

"Well... the closest town is Riverwood from here. My uncle lives there. He could provide us with provisions and then you can decide what to do next. You might consider joining the Imperial Legion. We´re not all so bad. If you come to Solitude someday, I would put in a good word for you, if you decided to join."

I gazed at him, thinking over the offer. Well, now that I have gotten myself involved in this conflict in stupid Skyrim, I might as well stay for a while. I smiled genuinely. The man blushed. "That´s so sweet of you. I will consider your offer. Well then, what are we wating for? Let us go to Riverwood for now and then, we´ll split up for a while. I have to go somewhere."

Hadvar was surprised. "Where do you need to go?"

"It might sound suprising, but I was summoned here on official business and have to report back. And don´t worry. Not to the Stormcloaks. My family branch is here, in a city called Windhelm. I heard it´s a bit cold there. Contrary to the popular Nord belief, Morrowind is not so bad country. And Skyrim is... acceptable. So many... opportunities." Like meeting new people, mostly men. Men in my country were so dull. But here... I might find someone worth messing around with. All the while tending to my business. Perfect.

Hadvar remained silent for the most our time. Mostly due to my advances on him, I was sure. I stayed the night in his uncle´s home. On the other day, Hadvar came to see me off. It was still too early, but I wanted to set off as soon as possible. I send him an air kiss and he instantly glanced away, the red on his cheeks visible even in the dawn peeking from the mountains and the chilly, cool air was oddly refreshing. I laughed at his honest reaction and strutted towards the future. Hopefully, I won´t get caught in a bigger mess soon.

Author Notes – This may sound surprising, but I really named my Dunmer Glorfindel and I couldn´t decide who to marry... so many smexy men in the game... Nords, Bosmers, Bretons, Imperials, Redguards, Altmers, Dunmers, Orsimers, Khajiit, hell, even Argonians! So I stayed alone, enjoying my little harem... eh, I mean having followers. And so this story was born in my mind. Yeah... so next chapter will be... guess who!

Flirting with... °°dramatic drum roll°° Nope, not gonna say!

Oh yeah, in next chapter, he will already be Dragonborn. Sorry for any mistakes, I do not have a beta. Reviews would be nice. Even flames.