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Note-- This 2-chapter fic is a fragment of what or may not eventually become a longer, more comprehensive fic. If I waited until that fic was in a condition to post, I would never post at all, and I wanted to post.
It may help to know that in Elan's story arc, Alistair had no idea about what happened prior to Elan's arrival in Ostagar, just his own (good but incorrect) theory.
In Elan's personal story arc, this story occurs after the first visit to the Circle Tower. Currently, I envision it as taking place during the side-trip from Redcliffe back to the Tower for aid. (Sorry for the minor spoiler about potential upcoming fic events there), but that may change as I get more of the overall arc written.
"So, how did you become a Grey Warden, if you don't mind my asking?" Wynne had the words out before Alistair could stop her.
The words made him wince.
If Elan's induction into the Wardens had caused some family strife at the time, how could she help but worry the breach was deeper and wider now than it had been? Her family might think her dead, dead without a chance to make amends—as she so nearly was—Alistair suppressed a shudder and leaned closer to the fire...and that might almost be a relief compared to the possibility that her family might believe Loghain's lies, that they might think her a traitor.
He could have quietly discouraged the others from asking Elan questions that might increase her regret and worry, but he'd been too wrapped up in himself and his grief, to spare her any thought or concern.
Just as she had a lifetime ago in the Wilds, Elan sat still and silent.
Wynne looked at Alistair with a question in her eyes. Alistair shrugged. He wished he had the faintest idea what to do or say next, but he didn't.
"Arl Rendon Howe." Elan said, as if this answer were somehow complete. Or an answer at all.
Lelianna leaned in closer, sensing a tale. Morrigan raised her head like a predator hearing some faint sound in the brush. Sten's hand tightened on the hilt of the greatsword he was cleaning. Woofus whined and bumped up again Elan's knee.
Elan sighed heavily, every doubt and sorrow Alistair had felt since Ostagar in the sound, and rested her hand on her hound's head as if to anchor herself to the present. "Betrayed my father," she finished quietly, as if there had been no pause between the beginning of the sentence and the end, the words cool and smooth and burning as darkspawn blood on the skin.
"You..." Wynne breathed, her face frozen between horror and reverence. "You are the last of the Couslands?"
The last of the Couslands? The words reverberated through Alistair's skull, making his head spin. He barely understood what the women were saying. What had happened to the Couslands? The way Wynne reacted, it seemed it was common knowledge...but what was common knowledge was beyond him.
"I...I had no idea," Wynne said in that same strange tone. "My lady."
"Don't!" the word sounded like a whip-crack, surprising everyone. From the look on her face, it surprised Elan most of all. "Just...don't," she repeated more softly.
She hadn't moved, but Alistair could picture her drawing her knees up and hugging them to her chest, rocking back and forth like a frightened child.
"I'm just Elan now," she said, sounding as lost and alone as Alistair had felt sitting in Flemeth's hut, wondering whether or not she would ever reopen her eyes. "Only Elan."
"I suppose that's true," Wynne mused. "Grey Wardens can't hold titles can they?"
As nice as she seemed, Alistair wished the mage was sitting close enough for him to kick.
"And I am a Grey Warden," Elan concluded, her misty eyes rising to meet Alistair's own. That look...it was a confirmation and a promise. It was a vow. She said nothing more, and Wynne didn't push, merely offering some platitude about how sometimes it was comforting to think things worked out for the best.
Leliana nodded sagely, but Sten stared at her as if she'd sprouted a second head. Morrigan huffed in disgust. For once, Alistair found he and the witch-thief were in complete agreement.
Elan stood and walked away.
Alistair bit down on his urge to protest. It was dangerous for anyone to wander out of sight alone...but she wasn't alone, really. Her mabari was loping after her...and that hound had guarded her through the fall of Ostagar...and more than Alistair knew.
Lelianna was asking Wynne, in a low tone, who the Couslands were, and what being the last of them had to do with being a Grey Warden.
"Who the Couslands are is easy enough," Wynne said . "There are—were until less than two months ago, that is—two teyrns in all of Ferelden. They commanded the allegiance of the country's arls and banns between them and answered only to the king. One of those teyrns was Loghain—the Hero of River Dane, who earned his title in the war against Orlais. He was the commander of King Cailan's army...just as he had been the commander of King Maric's...and...he committed a terrible deed. He told the king he would hold back his troops to flank the enemy in battle at Ostagar...but when the signal came—"
"He quit the field and left the king and all with him—including the Grey Wardens needed to end the Blight—there to die," Alistair spat. "Then he claimed the throne as regent, and decried the Wardens he'd betrayed as traitors to the throne."
Wynne nodded. "The other teyrn...the teyrn of Highever...Bryce Cousland...inherited a title his family had held since before the time of Calenhad, the first king of Fereldan. He, too, fought bravely to free Fereldan, as did his wife alongside him. As did Arl Howe, arl of Amaranthine, Teyrn Cousland's vassal...and, from all accounts, his friend."
"Erm...okay." Lelianna said. "But...what happened?"
"Teyrn Cousland was to come to Ostagar to support the king, and Arl Howe with him," Wynne said. "But...they were...delayed."
"The teyrn's son Fergus arrived with Highever's men, didn't he?" Alistair asked suddenly. His men...and Ser Jory who had accompanied Duncan to Highever from Redcliffe, whom Duncan had sent on ahead with his message about Ser Gilmore and the teryn's daughter.
The teyrn's daughter who had no interest in leaving home to become a Grey Warden, the knight who longed for nothing more. The knight who hadn't come and the daughter who had.
Whatever had happened to bring Elan to the Grey Wardens, it hadn't been the simple family spat Alistair had assumed...but if the teyrn's son had said aught of betrayal, Alistair had never heard it.
"He did. " Wynne explained. "At the time, no one knew why the teyrn was delayed...from what the survivors at Ostagar said, Arl Howe's men were delayed and the teyrn had simply waited to ride with his friend the next day. But he never arrived. Elan and Duncan did. Some of the survivors claimed Elan told the king her father would not be coming. The king, naturally enough, asked why. And Duncan explained that the two of them—Elan and Duncan—had narrowly escaped the fall of Highever—at the hands of Howe, no less—with their lives."
Lelianna's eyes were huge. "Is it true, do you think?"
"You saw how she reacted...and she did not deny it," Wynne said sadly. "What do you think?"
"It is true," Lelianna whispered.
There was a long pause as the group stared at one another around the fire.
"But...I still don't understand how that made Elan a Grey Warden," Lelianna objected at last.
"I don't really know myself," Wynne said. "Perhaps she felt she had nothing left to lose, nowhere else to go, and no other reason to live."
"Then she joined the Grey Wardens seeking safe harbor," Lelianna said softly. "As I joined the Chantry. Yes...that makes sense."
"Maybe Duncan saved her," Alistair mused, "he was good at that. He saved me." He remembered, though, the way Elan had tilted her head when he'd told her that, the way she'd suggested Duncan may have had motives besides kindness. He'd been angry at the time, wondering if she thought he wasn't worth the kindness for himself...but maybe she hadn't been talking about him...maybe she'd been talking about herself.