My brother is the oblivion fan. I just like to write. I have never gotten up to the point with the adoring fan, only heard about him. I don't own oblivion. But I do wear the dark brother hood's armour just cause it looks cool.

As I stepped out of the arena I was hoisted onto the shoulders of a nord and orc. Running around us in circles was a small male wood elf- screaming shouts of joy.

Hours later it was getting dark and I was ready to go home. After several drinks at the bar I tilted slightly to the right and walked with a stagger.

Digging through my pocket for my key I heard a twig snap behind me. Unsheathing my sword I prepared to attack. There was the wood elf.

"I'm your biggest fan! Just call me adoring fan!" the adoring fan said happily. I was beginning to wonder if he was drunk.

Reflecting back I remember him excitedly watching me but not participating in the festivities, namely the drinking.

"Okay?" I said gruffly, trying to sound tough.

Suddenly he ran over and hugged me. I was still holding my sword so I directed it away from him.

Two minutes passed. It was very awkward but I didn't want to just send him away.

I heard a him say something I couldn't hear.

"What was that?" I asked, starting to release him.

He looked up at me with shinning eyes. "I'm your biggest fan!" he proclaimed, hugging tighter.

I sighed, letting my hands fall to my side. I frowned when my sword scraped against the stone blocks the path was made of.

Fifteen minutes later he was still hugging me.

At twenty I rolled my eyes and shoved him off.

"Ok, bye." I said, backing away, still holding my sword.

"Can I shine your sword?"

"Uh, no thanks." I said, unlocking the door as fast as I could. I dropped the key in my haste. He picked it up and handed it to me before I could react.

"Polish your amour?"

"No."

"Brush your horse?"

"No! Just… go away!"

"Clean your house?"

"Grrr, no!"

"Dance?"

"I don't care! Just leave me out of it!" I yelled, finally getting the key in and twisting it till it clicked. Using my shoulder I shoved the door open and slammed it closed behind me.

"Make you dinner?" a voice came from behind me.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, astonished.

"Back door. Salmon or trout?"

"No!" I yelled, opening the door and throwing him out.

With a sigh he sat outside the door.

-THE NEXT DAY-

I yawned, stretching out I tried to touch the ceiling. Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled on my boots and went downstairs to get my breakfast.

"Three or four pancakes?" the wood elf asked, flipping one into the air where it landed neatly back on the pan.

"What the-?"

"I thought since you are such a mighty warrior you would need all the nourishment you can get in the morning." He said, cutting me off.

"By Azura! JUST GO AWAY!" I yelled, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him to the door.

"Out!" I yelled again angrily, throwing him out onto the street.

"I guess he's grumpy in the morning…" the wood elf muttered, sitting outside the door in the grass.

Turning around to the table I saw it was all nicely laid out with the black horse courtier sitting on the table along with a small basket of berries he went out to get and a stack of pancakes he had made himself.

Sighing I sat down to eat. They were good pancakes…

After breakfast I grabbed my sword and headed out the door to practice.

While the wood elf was waiting for me he had been busy.

He had made several signs saying different things.

"#1 fan!"

"You're the best!"

"The champion!"

And others like that.

In the middle of all it there he was, standing with the biggest grin.

I intended to wipe that smile off his face.

Slashing through the signs quickly I looked back at him, keeping a steady glare.

Instead of getting upset, he observed the signs slowly.

A smile creped back to his face. Clapping loudly he shouted, "Bravo! Well done! By Azura that's the best swordsmanship I've seen in years! Bravo!"

Thinking of running the sword through him I looked around for guards. No, there were too many.

"Hey…" I said, smiling.

"What?" he asked, smiling as well.

"Wanna play a game?" I asked, looking over at him.

"Sure! Anything with you! You're the champion!" he cried, running over to me and hugging me again.

You don't know how much I hate his hugging.

"Okay! Come inside!" I said, opening the door and beckoning him inside.

He gasped, his mouth hung open as he stared at the door. "Me? Go inside the champions house? What a honor!" he said, letting go of me and running inside.

"Okay! Its in the basement!" I said, unlocking the door downstairs.

He ran ahead of me, pure excitement. Pure stupidity.

"Okay. Can you keep a promise?" I asked, walking down after him and making sure no one was following.

"Of course! You're the champion!" he said, yet again. He wouldn't keep still!

"Alright… I have a secret room. Filled with all the secrets of my training and success." I said slowly.

His mouth hung open again. "You do!" he asked, still moving.

"That's right. And since you're my number one fan. You get to see what no wood elf has seen before!" I said, walking over to a chest.

Now he was shaking with excitement.

"Okay, the secret way is down the stairs in this chest. Only one person can go down at a time so I'll let you look around by yourself." I said, opening the chest.

"You're my best friend!" he said, giving me a quick hug before jumping inside.

"No problem…" I said, closing the chest and locking it.

"Ooo, I see! How wonderful! Your training consists of being in small spaces for long periods of time! What a genius!"

He continued to babble on as I went up the stairs. Locking that door behind me too. Just in case.