Chapter 2 for you guys thanks for reading. It's strange how few crossover there are for this as LOTR and Elder scrolls are such great worlds to mix around with. hope you enjoy the second chapter feel free to leave me a review as I'm interested to know what you think.

Chapter 2: Calling all Dragons and the Journey to Bree.

Vilkas' Pov

I sat in the corner of Jorrvaskr's mead hall, listening absentmindedly to the drunken rabble around me. My eyes scanned around the hall to Farkas chatting merrily with Ria who was probably boasting about her latest kill. Aela was torturing the newest whelps with Njada, one their favourite past times and Torvar and Athis were arguing again about which is better hammers, axes or daggers. It was an average night for Jorrvaskr with the sights and sounds that I have become acustomed to over the years and yet something was missing or rather someone.

Our Harbinger hasn't stepped one foot in Whiterun itself for nearly three months now and yes one could argue that she had been seperated from her shield siblings for longer periods of time. Still at those time Alyssa had written many letters to me asking about the others well being, telling stories about her adventures and of interesting people or creatures she had come across on her travels. Not one single letter had passed through this hall since her sudden departure to High hrothgar.

Did role of Harbinger mean nothing to her now? Just another title to rest on her shoulders was that it? My inner wolf growled at my swirling emotions inside me towards Alyssa, mainly a mix of rage and worry.

I left the rowdy mead hall and out to the training yard, believing a good spar with a practice dummy would soothe the beast for now. As the cool night air flew up to greet me while I unseathed my blade, Battering against the wood and straw letting out all my frustrations out with each slash and slice of my blade.

"No letters..urgh!"

"Couldn't be bothered.." *SLASH*

"When I get my hands on her!" *CRUNCH*

With each slice of my blades images and memories of Alyssa kept popping in my mind. I started to remember the first time Alyssa walked through Jorrvaskr's doors back when Kodlak was still alive...

She was an strangely eager young whelp not even close to her eighteenth winter. From the moment she barged into Kodlak's quarters asking to join I was convinced a milkdrinker like her wouldn't last long. I was soon proven wrong after testing out the little wood elf's metal, she had a good arm with that ebony blade of her's aswell as her magic abilities. Above all of that she was completely confident in who she is, Being half Elven and half Nord in Skyrim went she was easy pickings for abuse but she took it all in stride.

"Brother, it's a little too late for training." I turned my head to see Farkas looking at me his brow furrowed with concern. I must have been at it for longer than thought as I could only smell Farkas and myself the others had returned to their quarters.

Awkard silence fell between us as Farkas continued to look at me with worry in his eyes. "Brother is something wrong?"

"I'm fine." I answered curtly feeling a slight twinge of guilt at lying to Farkas, but to be honest I didn't even know why her absence bothered me as much as it does.

Farkas was about to open his mouth to persue the subject when a familiar scent wafted under my nose. It was the unique smell of freshly fallen snow and nightshade, Alyssa's scent. Farkas smiled with a strange look in his eyes, he said nothing as walked back into Jorrvaskr and left me alone. Once I was sure Farkas was gone to his chambers, I ran as fast my legs could carry me following Alyssa's scent. I found her wandering around the Gildergreen completely lost in thought sparing not so much as a glance at Jorrvaskr. Resisting the urge to run up to her and start a fight, instead choose to observe her for a few moments.

From her scent trail Alyssa had just come back from Dragonsreach, judging by her stride and expression whatever happened there didn't go well. Oblivious to my presence Alyssa headed down to the market place and right past Breezehome? Surely she wasn't leaving again? As I watched Alyssa wander through Whiterun's gates, one thought went through my mind.

I'd rather rot in oblivion before she gets away from me again.

Middle Earth

As the sun rose in the sky Frodo stood in the pantry preparing food for our journey, Elrohir and Elladan urged them to leave as soon as possible. Poor Frodo had spent most of the night packing as sleep eluded him while he worried. Just outside Bag-End Merry and Pippin were helping Elanor, Sam and Rosie's little girl carry their packs to the carriage while the elves took care of the horses and ponies.

Once the food had been taken care of Frodo began sorting out some little details that needed to be done before his departure. Writing a letter to Hamfast Sam's father asking him to mind Bag-Eng in his absence and keep the Sackville Bagginses far away. Strapping Sting to the belt on his waist words Biblo once told him.

It's a dangerous business Frodo walking out your door, you step out on to the road and if you don't keep your feet there's no knowing where you might be swept off to...

Smiling softly at the memory of his Uncle, Frodo pulled open the paint chipped door and stepped out into a hopefully short adventure.

"Hurry up Frodo!" Pippin called happily as his head popped out of the carriage that had been provided for us along with Rosie and Elanor. Elladan, Elrohir, Sam and Merry surrounded the carriage on horseback.

"Master Frodo will you be so kind as to take the reins?" Elladan asked politely. "My brother will be leading our company you need only to follow him."

"Yes of course." As Frodo climbed onto the carriage he took a closer look at his friends faces to see he wasn't the only one who didn't get any sleep last night.

"We must hurry back to Imladris as fast as we can, The others shall be arriving for the council soon."

By the time they started leaving most of Hobbiton had woken up and were watching the group's passing with judging stares and hushed whispers. Many of the children ran along side the carriage trying to get a better look at the elven brothers. Pippin had taken it upon himself to keep Rosie and Elanor entertained durring our journey. Elanor was cheerful four year old little hobbit, with a her mother's good looks and her father's heart of gold. She was currently in a giggling fit courtesy of Pippin, who was tickling her like mad.

"S-stop stop Uncle P-pippin!"

Hearing Elanor's laughter lighted the spirits of the hobbits as they took one last glance at the soft rolling hills of Hobbiton and headed out into the world.

Skyrim

Alyssa's Pov

I sighed to myself softly as I hugged my fur cape tighter around my body deeply regreting the fact I didn't inherit my father's nord frost resistance. The pouring rain had stopped while I was in Dragonsreach but luckily in it's place was a freezing cold wind that chilled me right down to my bones replaced it. I forged on trying to ignore the weather and keep my thoughts solely focused on this supposed dragon disappearance.

They couldn't have just vanished... they couldn't. The blades don't the resources to do it and the Thalmor couldn't intervene with Skyrim's business not offically anyway with Ulfric on the throne. Maybe it was Paathurnax?

I hadn't seen Paarthurnax for almost a year now. After Alduin was defeated most dragons went there seperate ways scattering throughout the Tamirel and beyond. Two younger dragons however chose stay behind to become Paarthurnax's students in the way of the voice, They were called Veyslenqeth which means cut flesh bone and Vokunronaan Shadow archer.

Paarthurnax students were as diferent as the night is to the day. Veyslenqeth was consantly sneaking off to find and challege me to battle him claiming he could beat me this time. He had a rather large personality even for a dragon but was very enteraining company to be with he could always make me laugh.

Vokunronaan was more quiet than Veyslenqeth but he had a great thirst for knowlege and other creatures cultures. He would often ask me questions about my travels and be in engaged lengthy debates with Paarthurnax. True to his name Vokunronaan most quite stealthy which came in handy when I had conviced the college of Winterhold to allow him a access on two very important conditions. One never fly anywhere near the town as the college already has a bad enough reputation without dragons entering the mix and Two try not to damage the books or you'll have one very pissed off orc on his claws.

After three years of study Paarthurnax suddenly decided to leave with Veyslenqeth and Vokunronaan to spread the way of the voice to other Dragons. I can still hear their shouts of goodbye and promises to return to me from High Hrothgar.

I didn't shout back, I'm not good with saying goodbye.

Gjukar's Monument was now within my sights I must have been lost in memories for a while to get this far without noticing. I slapped myself hard on the face to get I hold of myself wandering Skyrim in a daze is practically suicide.

Turning my gaze up into the night sky a breathed deeply as the rush of power built inside until in one single breath released it.

"ODAHVIING"

Odahviing I hold you to your promise, Please answer this call

"Alyssa!" A familiarly angry voice bellowed into my ears as my thu'um was released I jumped ever so slightly feeling a pair of strong hands settle themselves on my shoulders. I'm sure my face paled a little to see Vilkas glaring right at me his expression unreadable but his iron grip on my shoulders told me he was anything but happy.

He growled as his grip tightened painfully his breathing ragged as he tried to control his anger. I complete froze in place I didn't even breathe as I saw the beast in eyes, I knew I could defend myself if Vilkas couldn't deny the beastblood but not without seriously injuring each other in the process.

"Three months." Vilkas growled as his grip loosened but his eyes had not lost their beastly edge. "Three months, Three months, Three months." Vilkas continued to mutter like a mantra for the a brief moment I thought he had gone mad.

"THREE WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS! What in Oblivion have you been doing? No letters at all to see if you were even alive! None of your shield brothers and sisters have even seen you on the road. Then when you finally finished pointlessly wandering about you don't even bother to show your face to your fellow warriors!"

"How dare you say I'm just 'pointlessly wandering' around Skyrim!" Alyssa yelled back her face becoming red with rage. "I have other responsiblities Vilkas the Companions are not my only concern or are you so much of a milkdrinker you can't surive without me."

Our fight esculated with each insult and scathing remark exchanged to the point where our hands grasped the hilts of our swords. The both of us were so filled with rage at each other we didn't notice the out of control cart barrelling down towards us until it screeched to a halt meer inches away from Vilkas.

Why couldn't it just run him over!

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