Theron and Leliana were having an enjoyable time as they were dancing on Alistair and Elissa's wedding day. It had been a beautiful ceremony and Leliana had cried pretty much through the proceedings.
"You dance beautifully, ma'arlath," said Theron as he spun Leliana.
"Lady Cecilie Vasseur made sure I was taught by the best dancers," said Leliana as she grabbed Theron's hand.
"Well, she certainly knew the best dancers," said Theron.
"But what have you, I don't imagine that the Dalish do much dancing," said Leliana.
"I'm a quick learner," said Theron into her ear.
"That you are," Leliana smiled.
"So where are we heading after the ceremonies?"
"I thought to visit an old friend of mine, Dorothea," said Leliana. "It was her that rescued me when Marjolaine betrayed me, although she likes to think that I rescued myself. Apparently Marjolaine stole from her secrets and it was her that suggested I swear myself to the chantry."
"Looks like we have much to owe, Dorothea," said Theron. "If it weren't for her we may never have met."
"You know, I never really considered that," Leliana said smiling.
"So where are we to meet her?"
"She's staying at the Valence Cloister."
"Then it seems we have a trip to Orlais to plan."
The next few weeks they began their journey to Valence Cloister, it was a small but ornate Chantry in Orlais. As they walked down the aisle Theron could see a middle-aged woman kneeling at an altar. He knew at once that this must be Leliana's friend Dorothea.
Dorothea rose to her feet and saw Leliana and a big smile appeared on a face.
"Leliana, it is good to see you my dear," said Dorothea and hugged her. "When I heard about Ferelden I feared the worst."
"It was quite eventful and some close calls," said Leliana pulling back.
Dorothea then turned to Theron. "And who is your friend?"
"Oh, well my manners, Dorothea I like you to introduce to you Theron Mahariel, the Hero of Ferelden," said Leliana.
"Ma'am," said Theron, bowing.
"You're Dalish," Dorothea noted. "I'm surprised that a Dalish would set foot into a chantry, let alone fall in love with a human."
Theron and Leliana looked at Dorothea, who simply chuckled.
"Please, my dear," she said to Leliana. "It was plain for all to see from the way the two of you looked at each other when you entered."
"Did you spend your younger days as a bard as well?" Theron asked.
"Like our dear Leliana I had quite the adventurous path in my youth," said Dorothea. She then gestured them to her chambers. "Please, I wish to hear everything that transpired in Ferelden."
So they sat down having tea and cakes as Theron and Leliana began to tell her everything that had transpired within Ferelden.
Once they finished Dorothea shook her head. "To think that Teryn Loghain would do such a thing."
"I believe that he became victim of paranoia and revenge," said Theron. "If there's one thing I have learnt is that if a leader is driven by revenge or fear they end up hurting those they are sworn to protect."
"Wise statement," Dorothea nodded. "It is fortunate that you and the other Wardens appeared when you did. Though I find it hard to believe that it was just pure chance, it must be the work of the Maker that you showed up and you did."
"Or in my case the Creators," said Theron as he sipped his tea.
"Forgive me I forget that you and the Dalish do not believe in the Maker," said Dorothea.
"It is quite all right," said Theron.
"Leliana, would you please fetch that Antivan tea set, I think it will make the tea much better," said Dorothea.
Leliana nodded and made away over to the other side of the chambers.
"What you wish to talk about?" Theron asked as he took a bite from his cake.
"Leliana certainly taught you well," Dorothea asked. "I'm just curious how a Dalish storyteller fell in love with a chantry sister, you have to admit that it sounds like a fairytale."
Theron smiled. "I think that the thing that caught me was her faith."
"Really? Despite the fact that she's human and worships the Maker."
"Faith is faith whether it's to your Maker or to my Creators, we both believe in a guiding force that should be more than enough for most people and my people do respect Andraste, though they don't always show it. It was her after all that gave us land and freed us from our slavery in Tervinter."
"You are certainly are open minded young man," said Dorothea smiled. "I can see why Leliana loves you so much."
They decided to stay for that night and Dorothea gave them a bed, the one bed. They took full advantage of this fact and were now naked.
Leliana moaned on top of the bed as Theron knelt on the foot with his head in her womb looking inside of her. He traced a hand or top of her breasts and gave them a good massage causing her to moan even deeper.
She could feel his tongue sinking deeper into her womb and with every flick she moaned. He was also massaging her breasts in a skilful manner.
Eventually Theron pulled his head away and then crept slowly towards her as if he was stalking his prey in a manner that sent shivers down her spine. She felt like a helpless animal as he made his way to a face and next thing she realised was that he impaled her with his length.
She groaned as he moved up and down slowly and he then bit down upon her neck making her moan even louder. She traced her hands on top of his back and slowly she felt him gaining speed, it was slow, but steady.
It actually reminded her the first time they actually made love, underneath the stars. That had been such a romantic night and she could not help but feel how weird it was to have a Dalish make love to her inside a chantry with a revered mother sleeping next door.
There again after vanishing the Blight, she was no stranger to the weird after witnessing a dragon cult, an ancient paragon, werewolves and an ancient spirit. This however was much more enjoyable than anything she had witnessed in the Blight and she wished that it could go on forever.
Eventually the two of them released their liquids and then lay on their sides on the bed looking at each other's eyes.
"I've never made love in a chantry before," said Leliana.
"Let us hope that your Maker does not see it as an insult," said Theron.
Leliana smiled. "I believe the Maker's greatest gift is love and I'm sure that he would be most forgiving for the one that ended the Blight."
"Speaking of which, I have to go and see the Warden Commander of Orlais and inform her of the situation in Ferelden."
Leliana nodded, she can say she had been expecting this. "Just come back soon, my love."
"As soon as I am able ma'arlath," said Theron and kissed on her forehead.
The two of them then snuggled up close to one another and fell fast asleep in each other's arms.
The next week, Theron travelled alone to the Grey Warden headquarters in Orlais. The headquarters was an entire fortress and Theron could see many Grey Wardens patrolling the place.
A human archer then made his way over to him. "We've been expecting you, Commander Clarel wishes to see you," he said.
The Warden then took him inside the fortress and there stood a bald headed woman with a staff strapped around her back. When she turned to look at him her eyes seem to be studying him.
"Commander, Warden Mahariel," said the Warden.
Clarel looked at the Warden. "Leave us," he said.
The Warden saluted and walked out of the room leaving the two of them completely alone.
"So you're the Hero of Ferelden," said Clarel. "You better explain everything that has happened."
Theron did explaining everything that it occurred after the Battle of Ostagar. He made sure to leave out a few details like the fact that he had a lover. By the time he had finished Clarel had a mixture of annoyance and resentment.
"So Teryn Loghain sealed off the borders and began a civil war that weakened Ferelden and at the same time issued a bounty on every Grey Warden that remained alive," said Clarel.
"He didn't make things easy for us," Theron admitted. "It also didn't help that King Cailan acted like a child playing at war. He was a strong idealist, but his attitude left much to be desired."
Clarel nodded. "I still do not understand, how you alive if you slew the archdemon?"
Theron decided it was best to keep that to himself for two reasons, one he wasn't entirely sure himself in second he didn't want to put Daylen into trouble.
"I don't know," he lied.
Clarel looked at him with a calculative look to see whether he was telling the truth. "Well, I suppose that something will just have to figure up ourselves. The First Warden has contacted me and has promoted you to the rank of Constable along with Daylen Amell. Sereda Aeducan has been promoted to commander, but she seems content on staying within Orzammar and has insisted that Faren Brosca should be made Commander, what is your opinion?"
"Sereda was one that led us during the Blight and I trust her with my life, if she thinks that Faren will make a good commander then I trust her," said Theron.
"Very well," said Clarel. "May I ask what you intend to do now Constable?"
"I thought doing a little bit of travelling, ma'am and see if I can't find some recruits," said Theron.
Six months later, Theron returned from Ferelden had met up with Leliana and Dorothea explaining to them what had transpired.
"Talking darkspawn," Leliana breathed.
"Yes, hard to imagine," said Theron.
"You're saying he wished to join forces with the Grey Wardens," said Dorothea.
"That's what Faren said, but he made the right decision in killing him," said Theron. "He and his Disciples dragged every single Grey Warden within the Vigil's Keep and took samples of their blood they also killed many people with in the Keep. It's clear that peace was not on his mind and besides can you imagine if darkspawn could think and plan during the next Blight, their dangerous enough as mindless beasts."
Dorothea nodded. "But how many of these Disciples and Children are still alive?"
"We don't know," said Theron. "Which is why I am petitioning a group of Grey Wardens to do research upon the Awakened darkspawn and neutralise them."
"This situation is most troubling," said Dorothea. "Added that to the rumours we've been getting from Kirkwall and I fear that that we may end up in a war."
"Surely that's a bit strong," Leliana frowned.
"No, Leliana, is quite accurate," said Dorothea with her eyes closed.
Theron and Leliana looked at one another unsure by what she meant by that.