Hello all! I don't know how long I plan to continue this or if I will at all. If you like it please let me know. It helps encourage me to write more. Thank you for the input!

This is rated M for safety. It could probably be T but whatever.

Disclaimer: All settings and most characters are from the ideas and thoughts of Robert Jordan. They do not belong to me.

Now for the story!

Singing to the Land

Chapter 1

The Dead Dragon

Elayne sat on the throne of Andor watching a guard enter the courtroom.

"A man named Aemon Al'thorin has asked for audience with you majesty." He said after a deep bow befitting his queen. "He carries a heron marked blade. What are your orders?"

"Send him to the Red chamber" she snapped, tapping her finger with the Aes Sedai ring on the arm of her throne. The guard sensing her mood gave a hasty bow and scurried out the twin doors. Elayne sat for a few minutes trying to regain her composure. It was not the way an Aes Sedai should act.

She proceeded to a room that sat adjoined to the throne room. She a paused at the door. I have not seen him in two years. She thought to herself while smoothing her skirts. The bloody fool. Her anger began to build again as she flung open the door.

Red tapestries hung from the walls depicting treaties signed by various rulers of Andor. They were completed by Sea Folk porcelain scattered about the room that was inlaid with gold. The sun rising sun shown through the window on the far side of the room. A man stood at the window looking out with his hands clasped behind his back. One hand was in a relaxed fist and the other was holding onto the first's wrist. He wore a sturdy, unassuming, brown wool farmers coat with black breeches and black boots. He had taken off his sword and propped to up against the wall next to him, the mark showing proudly.

"You fool man!" Elayne practically shouted.

"As always, it is a pleasure to see you as well Elayne." The man said as he turned to face her.

The Man was as tall as an Aiel and handsome. However, Elayne thought him less handsome than his previous body. His chin was square and kindness shown from light blue eyes, one being desecrated by the black saa. He smiled at Elayne and let his hands fall away from his back.

"Two years! Two years and nothing whatsoever. I even felt you travel through Caemlyn but you still never visited!" she growled at him as she crossed to room in long strides.

The smile on Aemon's face wavered as Elayne drew near to him. As she reached him she raised her hand and slapped him hard across his cheek. When he turned back to her a nervous grin started to spread across her face. Elayne could feel his apprehension through the bond but it was thrown into the background from the love that she felt him have for her. I'm still mad, she thought. But at least he's here. He flinched as she reached for his face again, but she cupped it gently on both sides and pulled it down to hers until their lips were inches apart.

"Your a light blinded fool" she sighed. Then she kissed him.

She felt love flowing through the bond as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled him closer to her. Their kiss was long and chaste, and when they broke apart she relaxed forward onto his chest: sighing.

"Oh light Rand I've missed you." she whispered as she breathed in his scent. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her away from him far enough to look into her eyes.

"Rand is dead Elayne. He died on the steps to Shayol Ghul. My name is now Aemon, Aemon Al'thorin. It was not a cover name, Mashiara." Aemon said seriously.

"Fine." Elayne said. "I shall call you by your chosen name. I understand why you changed it. New age, New man." She said smiling. She then frowned. "You have never seen your children Aemon."

Aemon threw his head back and laughed, then looked back down at Elayne and smiled. "Do you remember the wall I fell off when we first met?" He asked. He waited for Elayne to nod before continuing. "Well when I came through Caemlyn I sometimes sat on that wall and watched them play. They are beautiful, Mashiara."

"What does that mean Aemon, Mashiara?"

"Ah, of course you wouldn't know. It comes from my time as Lews. It means 'Beloved of the Heart' in the old tongue."

Elayne looked him in the eyes with a face of perfect Aes Sedai serenity, but she knew he could feel her happiness through the bond.

"Come" she said. She turned away from him and grasped the source, weaving saidar into a gateway. When it opened she stepped through and walked a few feet into the room. She looked over her shoulder away from her bed and watched as Aemon entered her bedroom before she let the gateway close. She saw him stand there drinking in the view of her, and felt his lust building up in the bond, causing heat to rise to her cheeks.

"Well?" she said watching his eyes snap up to her face. "Are you going to help me out of this dress or not?" He smiled and crossed the few feet in between them, raising his hands to unclasp the buttons on her back.