Hey so this is my first Skyrim FF. This FF is going to be based around a male dragonborn and Aela the Huntress from the companions. This is going to be set around the time the dragonborn (Ken) defeats Alduin and becomes Harbinger of the companions.
Warning: I have trouble updating my fanfic's but I will try my best :P
Ken sat in the mead hall of Jorrvaskr taking occasional swigs of his mead warming himself by the fire, staring into the flames that flickered and hissed, slowly licking at the wood that helped it stay alight.
Ken had just came back from an intense battle with a giant, the Jarl had assigned him with dealing with the giant for a hefty sum of gold. He took up the job of dealing with the giant for the gold and to get his mind of his huge journey throughout Skyrim to deal with the dragon menace. Going from one end of Skyrim, battling countless factions of enemies, including dragonsand then of course going to Sovngarde to finally defeat Alduin and save Tamriel, Nirn and Sovngarde all at once. From the outside the Dragonborn looked a strong, legendary warrior who was capable of taking over an entire city, but on the inside he was falling apart. He had lost his closest friend, ally and housecarl, Lydia.
''Come on Lydia, it's freezing!'' Ken whined to Lydia as she hurled herself up the mountain very slowly, carrying a great amount of loot (or junk).
''Ken, My thane, you are making me carry a pile of junk that is worth nothing to us or any merchant in Tamriel, and you are saying I have to hurry up?!'' Lydia whined in a jokey way.
''Fair point'' Ken chuckled as he grabbed Lydia's outstretched hand and helped her up with the bag of junk still on her back.
''Fuck, quickly now Lydia it's coming back!'' Ken said, quickly grabbing Lydia by the arm and throwing her slightly in front of her to aid her evasion from the mist before running ahead, hoping to get to the top of the mountain as soon as possible, he afterall had no energy to use clear skies again, the mountain climb had taken his toll on him as well as the countless fights with ice wraiths.
Ken ran under an overcropping on the mountain side where a frost troll was hiding, Ken did no see it, however Lydia had.
''Ken!'' Lydia cried, but it was too late the troll hitKen in the chest, sending his flying back, almost over the side of the mountain.
Lydia quickly drew her sword and rose to the challenge of dealing with the frost troll. She swung her sword into the shoulder of the frost troll, making it growl in anger as it pinged of it's stone like shoulder, Lydia stumbled back giving the forst troll the perfect oppurtunity...
Ken got onto his knees, pain searing through his chest muscles from where the frost troll had hit him, he looked down at his armour, seeing the troll's hand dented into his steel armour. He cursed before looking up to see the troll advancing on a stumbling Lydia.
''Not today, scum!'' Ken growled before drawing his elven sword and charging at the beast. He jumped on top of it's back and impaled it with the sharp golden sword, going right through the other side. The frost troll let out a fearsome roar before collapsing on the ground, Ken collapsing on top of the smelly beast.
Ken picked himself up and looked over at Lydia who was on the floor, covered in blood, struggling to breath. Ken's heart dropped into his stomach and his nord blood ran cold. He ran over to Lydia's side and clutched her hand. She was already dead. He looked over at the frost troll then back at Lydia. He squeezed her hand before dropping her eye lids shut. Anger welled up in him. He let out an almight roar before the mist over took him...
That was over two months ago, he had dealt with Alduin and the damned dragons and rose through the ranks of the companions to become the Harbinger of the legendary band of warriors.
However, after he had finished with the drama with the companion's and everything had returned to normal he had trouble forgetting about Lydia, certain things just reminded of him of her. For example, the fight with the giant would of been easy if he was with Lydia as they always coordinated perfectly as a team, even more then Ken had with his shield brothers and sisters. Ever since he had lost Lydia, he had felt lost, unsure of which path to take.
However, he was pulled out of his deep thoughts by a certain she-wolf sitting next to him, Aela. Aela was one of the fiercest warriors of the compaion, her nimble reflexes, her deadly skill with a bow and her smarts combined together made her the closest friend the Dragonborn had, apart from Lydia...
''Greetings Harbinger, I trust the hunt went well?'' The she-wolf asked, biting into an apple that was on the table.
''Aye'' was all Ken replied with, looking down at his tankard of mead, swirling it around slowly, staying silent.
''You know, I did not think you were going to be the silent one when you joined us'' Aela said, trying to look into his eyes, who were now staring down at the floor.
''And I thought you were going to be the silent one, being a huntress an all...'' Ken replied, smirking and looking up into Aela's eyes for a second before focusing on something on the table.
''Ha, well we both thought wrong then didn't we huh?'' Aela said before slamming her apple core onto the table and standing up, making Ken look up in confusion.
''Care to accompany me on a hunt Harbinger?'' Aela asked, looking down at Ken hopefully. Aela was known not to have any hunting partners, she enjoyed the peace and solace, that and her hunting partners usually made too much noise...
''Umm, sure, got nothing better to do, let me just grab my cloak and bow.'' Ken replied standing up and heading to the Harbinger's quarters, doning his leather armour and cloak before grabbing his finest bow and arrows before heading off into the Whiterun plains with Aela.
