AN: Crossover :p never thought I'd ever write one but the idea popped into my head during one of my mindless hours of playing skyrim and would leave me alone. Xena and Skyrim. Two of my favorite ways to pass the time in one fanfic... Anyways this is basically Xena(or a Xena reincarnation by the same name) and of course Gabrielle in Skyrim. I take liberties with the game storyline and such but nothing too far from it. If you've never watched Xena you should be able to follow this anyways, and if you have, well its really more like an uber fanfic sooo... if you don't like those then u might not like this...
I wont be updating this very frequently, here. I update at least monthly on my proboards form... Due to an accident with my laptop charger soprt circuting and almost starting my house on fire, i have to write via 3DS or Ipod touch soo... yeah. Go here to read more: .
And now, on with the story~~~~
Helgen was bustling with activity this morning. Children were chasing after their pets, the blacksmith and his apprentice were working on new blades and the Imperial troops were alert and awaiting the arrival of the party of ambushers. They had recived word late last night the attack had been successful, today was the day a rebel would be exceuted.
"Ma'am, the wagons approach" the young scout panted sliding to a halt infront of his superior. She was a tall woman, dark haired and sun tanned from hours of training in the hot sunlight. She fixed her eyes on the scout, expression softening slightly upon noting his young age. He was merely a boy, probably just sixteen summers.
"The scouts could have informec us Galvan. There was no need to run all that way. We may need you if Ulfric and his lot try anything, so try to catch your breath."
"Aye." he panted "Orders?"
"Tell the General they'll be arriving shortly, then take a break" She offered him a small smile "We don't have any use for a scout whose run himself ragged before midday"
The scout saluted and headed off at a brisk walk to find the General.
Xena smiled as the young Nord left. The Legion needed young men like him, eager and willing to obey orders.
She watched as the executioner sharpened his blade with care, she had a one swing policy about executions. If they had to pay with their lives, it might as well be fast. She honestly thought it was a harsh punishment and that punishments should fit the crime.
"Xena" A low but female voice broke her out of her thoughts. Ah, it's that one again. Lornen was General Tullius' top body gaurd and was allowed to override any decisions she made involving anything but her troops.
"Lornen. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She kept the annoyance out of her voice and smiled pleasantly at the woman. Kill her with kindness.
"I have some concerns regarding how your men subdue prisoners. Those measly rope bindings can be broken out of far too easily."
"I assure you, my men have taken every precaution to... Ah, there they are now."
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Xena watched as the wagons pulled in, a fair sized group of storm cloaks were bound in the back. In the second wagon she recoginized a blonde man. She vaguely remembered fighting him a few time. That he made it this far alone proved he had some skill and she deeply regretted they chose to waste their time and skills with the stormcloak's lot. Two of the prisoners seemed out of place. They wore only rags and one looked utterly panicked. Her eyes left the confused man and trailer over the woman who seemed much calmer, if not just as confused. She suddenly regretted that the girl was going to have to die. She was obviously no warrior, her arms were lacking the muscle of someone who wielded weapons like a sword. The woman seemed to take in everything around her with a sense of fascination. She was a Nord, if Xena had to guess. She had long blonde hair that was currently in a state of disarray, green eyes and the facial features common in the Nordic women.
She was, Xena thought sadly, very beautiful. She was snapped out of her musings when Lornen started unloading the prisoners. The majority were stormcloak's, she knew. The girl wasn't supposed to die this day. She didn't know how she knew just that the girl was no criminal. You could tell from the way she held herself and the way she looked at everything with such interest.
Lornen stood by her as Xena's second in command read off the names. She curiously looked at the list. They were one person extra. Strange, usually they never made mistakes like that.
"You there" Lornen said looking frustrated. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gabrielle" She said still looking around the keep, oddly fascinated.
"The men said they picked her up trying to cross the border." Hadvar said relaying what the men had told him.
" That is no crime" Xena said confused."Why is she here?"
" They fear she may have been there to aid the stormcloaks. She apperantly killed one of our men"
Lornen growled and said "to the block with her then"
Xena felt her temper flare up. Lornen had no right to make that kind of decision. "I say otherwise." Xena growled. "You do not have the right-"
"But I do. This is a situation that has nothing to do with you or your men."Lornen said, nearly spitting in Xena's face. "It is a matter of Skyrim's security, now... To the block."
Gabrielle's eyes went wide as she stared at some thing in the sky. Xena followed her gaze and her jaw dropped.
A dragon swooped down and landed on the top of a tower directly across from them and let out a loud roar.
It was chaos, Lornen shoved her out of the way, causing her to trip and loose track of what was going on. She quickly got to her feet and evaluated the situation. Her men needed leadership. She took off to go try and organize the men.
