Elodie makes her way back to Denerim and Alistair. Note: Katra is my Hawke, she romanced Fenris, and is staying at Skyhold to assist the Inquisitor, Miriel Lavellan.
6. First Light
A month later and she made it to Skyhold, dirty and exhausted but still riding her high of relief. She greeted Fiona with a broad smile, breaking down in tears on how she had been released from the taint and how she could finally move forward with her life. The woman held her close, her own eyes turning glassy and wet. Elodie didn't know if they had been freed of the taint in the same way, but she was the only person (so far) who truly understood what this meant.
Freedom. The truest taste of freedom she had ever had.
Fiona smiled kindly back and wished her well, eyes gleaming brightly.
Unfortunately Inquisitor Lavellan was not at Skyhold, she had ironically descended down to the Deep Roads to answer Orzammar's call for help about devastating earthquakes. But it was no matter, Elodie stayed with an amazingly pregnant Katra Hawke and they rested against each other, both basking in the futures that awaited them. Elodie told Katra she should name the baby after her, which made Fenris scowl with a firm "no."
She spent the next week with Dagna, reporting most everything. She explained her interactions with the Titan and left out Kal-Sharok and the precise location. Dagna seemed completely preoccupied with the rest of the tale to really notice those peculiars. Elodie told her about the part with the elven woman reaching her hand out with blood magic, the lyrium turning red and the Titan being forced to her will. Elodie told Dagna what the Titan said and the spirits that had buoyed up the Veil, veritably isolating the Titan from the dwarves.
Dagna's eyes lit up as she took it all down, scribbling madly. They wound up in a long magical theories discussion on all the potential implications of this. The Blight, lyrium, blood magic, the Titans, Stone, the Fade.
The conversation lasted for days, until Elodie was sure that Dagna had all the necessary pieces to begin her own speculation and research. And as tempting as it was to show Dagna the cutting of the Titan, she knew better. Some things…some things had to remain secret until it was their time to be revealed. So she kept the box close and sealed, shielded in her own magic.
She wound up staying two weeks, delivering her information and tales to those it would best serve. She kept the robes and other trinkets away from prying eyes, however, doing her best to keep her word to keep Kal-Sharok's secrets. Not that it was easy, Skyhold was full of people, nosy people at that.
The new Spymaster, in particular, was the nosiest sort. But a sort she was undoubtedly familiar with.
"Zevran Arainai! Exactly how did you manage to take over as Spymaster?" She asked, hugging her old friend close. He chuckled and patted her back.
"Ah, if I gave away my secrets I would not be a very good spymaster, no?"
"Pish! What are secrets between old friends?"
"Old? Oh you wound me!" He teased, guiding her to his office, er…roost? It was in an alcove above the library of which Dorian haunted. He smiled at Elodie in passing, quickly getting distracted by his book on antique spell weaving patterns.
"Now what is all this business of you no longer being a Grey Warden?" He asked, leaning back in a chair. He looked good, rested, his hair was longer and there were lines at the edges of his eyes, but the whole "aged" part of his look only seemed to enhance his handsomeness.
Elodie grinned, "I am no longer a Grey Warden, it is true. And soon, neither will Alistair."
Zevran chuckled again, not seeming the least bit surprised.
"You were never one to simply let things lie."
"Certainly not, you wouldn't be here otherwise."
He laughed more freely and they fell back into a long conversation, catching each other up on what's happened in their lives. He regaled her with tales of hunting the Crows and ending up in the service of the Inquisition. She told him of the Deep Roads, of her investigations, and her plans, of which he whole heartedly supported.
She spent her remaining days in Skyhold with Zev and Katra, bouncing between the two with only a few appearances to Josephine. She was going to enjoy her time with friends rarely seen, particularly Zevran who had dropped off the map about a year ago.
It was odd in a sense, to see Zevran like this, to be like this herself. Older, wiser, in these positions of great power. Shit, Leliana was now Divine and Alistair King of Ferelden. Maker knew where Morrigan was, but she had been in the Orlesian court. Elodie could scarcely believe it, they barely had it together while facing the Blight and now…now they were some of the most influential people in Thedas.
As she saddled the Nugalope in preparation to leave for Denerim, Zevran promised to send gifts of her most likely impending pregnancy. She smacked his arm lightly, badgering him not to jinx it. They wished each other luck in their endeavors and then she was off, heading back to Denerim on the plump Nugalope, Daffodil, with a securely fastened box of a cutting of a Titan.
It was another month before she reached Denerim and all the tension left her body as she guided Daffodil into the city and to the palace. She had sent a raven at Skyhold to the palace, informing Alistair of her imminent return but she…she was actually here now. Standing before the palace gates, taint free and ready to great the future.
The gates were opened quickly, the guards immediately welcoming her home from her journeys. They eyed Daffodil warily but the horse master seemed unsurprised by the newest addition to his stables. Her things were taken off Daffodil, a servant by the name of Riari hurrying them into the palace while Elodie strode to the back of the palace, to the gardens where the king of Ferelden was sparring with his son.
Their son.
Duncan, now seven and a half, lunged and parried with his father, blonde hair bright in the sun. There was laughter and an ease in the boy learning how to fight. And she couldn't feel them. There was no tether she felt to Alistair other than the love in her body, there was no odd hum she felt with Duncan – the darkness was gone, leaving only the love.
Elodie closed her eyes for the briefest moment, reveling in it, before stepping into the light.
"You've improved a great deal, little one," she said. Both Alistair and Duncan dropped their practice swords and turned to Elodie, their faces in the same awe struck expression.
"Mum!" Duncan yelled, running towards her. Elodie dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the boy, holding him tightly to her. Her eyes squinched closed, heart burning with relief and happiness to have her son back in her arms.
Alistair rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around them both, all of them creating a heap of smelly, sweaty bodies, happy tears streaming down dirt streaked faces.
"You're home – I did not…I saw the letter but it was almost too much to hope –
"I will always come back," she whispered. Alistair shivered and leaned heavily on her, a welcome weight that reminded her how far she had come.
But suddenly he pulled back, eyes wide in an incredulous expression.
"I don't…but you're…Elodie?!" His voice pitched.
She grinned, "I was successful, yes." She didn't want to go into detail with Duncan present but Alistair clearly understood, his face changing from awe to happiness to awe again. His eyes shut and she knew he was thanking the Maker for it, for whatever role the He had in this. Elodie closed her own and clutched Duncan to her.
Thank you.
As much as she wanted to continue to hold Duncan, Elodie was filthy. She had a bath drawn and sank into it with a long moan. The water was hot and prickling with bath salts she was certain that one of the castle staff had imported from Rivain. Bless them, she had missed such luxury. She lingered for a moment, simply enjoying it before setting to work. She scrubbed and scrubbed, removing all traces of the Deep Roads and the surface roads from her skin. She wanted to smell like a flower and a lady by the end of this.
The door creaked open as she dumped a small bucket of water over her head.
"It's just me! I wanted to talk when I knew we wouldn't be overheard," Alistair announced and she nodded, rubbing the water and soap from her eyes. She pushed her hair back to smile at him while he took a seat by the tub. He had gained a bit more weight, most likely from stress eating, but he wore the weight well and he was as handsome as ever. Elodie leaned out of the tub and pressed a kiss to his lips, happy and savoring his touch.
"Right, talk," she murmured, nipping at his lips. He chuckled and sighed in that adorable way of his before leaning back.
"Oh I know and trust me, tonight neither of us will be sleeping but we both need to get caught up on occurrences." His face turned serious and she settled back into the tub.
"It is admittedly a long story, one that I will gladly expand upon when we have the proper time, but know that there is a cure for the taint. I don't know if it is the same as the Blight, the thing that cured me seemed…like it was separate. But I have learned so much. Did you know that dragons are immune to the taint? Or at the very least, extremely resistant to it some way – they bypass it, the secret is their blood."
Alistair's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair, "Maker, that means –
"They could really be old Gods. That's what I thought, but when I was down there, I…had visions…and I think the Archdemons may actually be neither. I think they are shapeshifters, like Flemeth."
The weight of that realization fell upon him, making him slouch in his seat.
"We should inform the wardens at Weisshaupt," he said and she didn't know if she agreed with that. Yes, they should know of the real threat posed but…it would put Kal-Sharok at risk if the wardens discovered the Titan's powers in this regard.
"We can decide that later, there is more. I was not cured by dragon blood, though I do think we can replicate the effects with dragon blood with proper study. I was cured by a Titan, that is how you will be cured too."
"What is a Titan?"
As much as she wanted to wait until she wasn't in water and turning into a pruny mess to tell him about it all, she launched into the story, telling him about Karega and her husband and the lyrium visions and the Titan and how the taint got started from blood magic being used on a Titan. She explained how the Titan essentially imbued her with pure lyrium energy to flush out the tainted lyrium energy. It rid her of the taint incurred by the blood magic because that Titan had never been touched by blood magic.
She was…purified. It was an odd thing, no doubt, but for some reason it worked. And the connection to lyrium was persistent, she could feel it humming to her whenever she got close to it. Like the taint but not.
Stone sense.
It made as much sense as the rest of her life and yet here she was, naked in a tub explaining her latest adventure to the love of her life.
"It gave me a piece of itself to plant in the deep roads at Kal-Hirol, but before I do that, it will purify you and Duncan. Freeing you from any taint circling in your veins. Alistair," she reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling so broadly her cheeks hurt, "you will be free."
Her heart felt full to burst as a soft smile spread across Alistair's face. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers.
"I love you, so much, I…Maker, I am a lucky man."
His old words made her chuckle and his lips cut that chuckle off with a sweet kiss. They would soon be free together, free to have a family and just…be. He was still a king, and there were responsibilities with that, but over the years they had figured it out. The Landsmeet had accepted their king and subsequent queen and mistress –
"Alistair, where is Anora?"
When he paused she knew. Her eyes shut and she sagged into Alistair. She loved Anora, not in any romantic sense, but she was Duncan's mother, they all had a hand in raising the boy. They were a family, an odder one but…it worked.
"Her illness was too much for her, the healers said there was nothing they could do."
Cost. There was always a cost to decisions, no matter how good and sound they were, cost was inevitable. Elodie could have been here, could have saved Anora…but then that would have cost Elodie her own life, Alistair's…maybe even Duncan's. The taint was not strong in him, barely there but it was present enough that it gave her pause and…. There was always a cost, and this time, Anora paid it.
"Maker guide her soul," she whispered. She'd…organize another vigil, as mistress and court mage she felt like she had some sort of duty for this. Anora was more than a friend, they shared a son.
"This isn't your fault, the healers said –
"The healers are not me," she hissed.
"They still know things, Ellie."
Tears eked out of her eyes and she buried her face further into his chest, "I should have –
"You were doing what you knew what was best."
Cost. There was always a cost.
Elodie leaned back into the tub, elated and defeated and conflicted, mourning for Anora but so excited for the future her and Alistair could have.
Alistair informed her the rest of the events she had missed, how the Bannorn was already pushing for him to remarry even though he couldn't bring himself to – not so soon after Anora's death and with Elodie away.
She thanked him dearly for waiting, she would have to explain to the Bannorn that he did not need a wife to rule – that she had done her service as queen twice over, and had produced an heir, a healthy, flourishing heir. Alistair was king, but she knew that several of the Banns had daughters they wanted married off to the best suitors.
Alistair was officially a bachelor again and she knew just how desirable he was.
"If anyone is marrying you, it's me," she told him firmly. He raised a brow at her, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Now you want to marry me!"
"Oh hush you, I'm in mourning. Anora is – was – the mother of our son." She cast a simple warming spell over the water and resumed cleaning herself, determined to still be clean and feminine after all the drudgery of the roads.
But Alistair just kissed her head and cheek, "She is missed. But I am so happy to have you home. And so is Duncan! He was terrified that he had lost both of his mothers."
Elodie fell silent, staring into Alistair's eyes. She didn't need to tell him that if she hadn't done what she did, Duncan very well would have lost her, she didn't need to tell him that it was a calculated risk to go and find a cure. He knew.
He stroked her cheek then stood up, "I will leave you to the bath. I told Duncan I would be five minutes and I am sure I am over that time." He bent down for another kiss, lingering for a moment.
After Alistair left she hurried through the rest of her bath, eager to be with Alistair and Duncan again. She emerged twenty minutes later, all wrinkly and smelling like flowers and spices, feeling like an Elodie Amell that is not dirty or tainted or in peril of any sort.
She stood there for a long moment, just…savoring the freedom. Naked and wrinkly, water dripping down her back, the air cold against her body and she just – breathed.
She went from an unforgiving household with her birth family, thrown out on the street when her magic surfaced. She stumbled into the Chantry, cold, hungry, and filthy. The Circle was a warm, clean, gilded cage where she flourished…to a point. When First Enchanter Irving said that she should reign in her magic so the Templars wouldn't get suspicious, she did. She held back. And then her Harrowing came and she didn't think she'd have to hold back anymore. And then there was Jowan and getting recruited into the Grey Wardens and it seemed she got to taste freedom for five minutes before it was ripped away each time.
But now…it was going to be more than five minutes.
The robes she donned were a light blue with embossed white flowers. She dried her hair first with a towel then with a spell. She put her hair into a simple braid before making her way out of the room and down the hall to where Alistair and Duncan are eating dinner. So wondrously domestic and calm.
Duncan saw her out of the corner of his eye making him turn his head to her quickly, his face lighting up in a brilliant smile. She joined them at the table, sitting next to her son and he leaned against her.
"I missed you, Mum," he said. Elodie smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"I miss you too, sweetheart."
Dinner was a lovely affair, though the servants kept rushing about as the castle finally realized that Elodie was indeed home. They overheard plans of a large banquet for the following day, making Elodie chuckle. While everyone else seemed to be embroiled in the chaos of manners and celebrations, Elodie and her little family enjoyed their meal, telling each other stories of their various adventures. Duncan was progressing well with his sword training, but he confessed he preferred to ride the horses. Alistair spoke of the lighter subjects the Banns had presented him over the last year and Elodie took care to describe the ancient city around the Titan and how amazing it was.
At some point, Duncan asked if she was going to leave again and she sighed, drawing him into her lap.
"Not if I can help it. I will need to journey to Amaranthine soon, but that will be a short trip."
"We can go together, I've been meaning to go there anyways," Alistair interjected. Elodie gave him a small smile in thanks. Traveling to Kal-Hirol should not take long, particularly since the efforts to rebuild the outpost had been going well.
After dinner, they continued to stay up, playing little games with Duncan, reestablishing a new normal. While he laughed and stayed close to Elodie, wrapping his little arms around her, he felt different. Older in a way that had little to do with his age. Sadder too. She put him to bed, opting to hold him until he fell asleep.
After he fell asleep and she extracted her body from his bed, she tiptoed back into her and Alistair's room. It hadn't changed, the drapes and the rug and the bedding was all the same. Well, no, there were more pillows on the bed than before, occupying her side of the bed. Alistair emerged from the attached washroom, in a long, frayed robe that was as old as his kinghood. He looked at the pillows on the bed, then back at her. He stepped to the side of the bed and swept them off, the soft things bouncing against the floor in his earnest to make room.
"This bed is too big for one person and you were gone so," he stammered, blushing like he used to when they were out in the wilderness, fighting darkspawn and bickering with Morrigan.
"Clever." She sidled up to him, wrapping her arms around him, reveling in his closeness. Tomorrow he would take hold of the Titan fragment and be taint free by the end of the day, tonight they could celebrate her return and tomorrow…freedom.
Alistair brought his arms around her and looked like he was about to say something, but his eyes dipped down to her lips and he leaned forward while she leaned up. Their lips met and the arousal that had begun in the tub returned in full force. Her hands delved under his robe, caressing soft, fuzz covered skin.
Their kiss morphed quickly from chaste to heated to obscene. She pushed his robe off his shoulders and he untied hers as they fell back onto the bed.
"I love you, I love you," they whispered to each other in between hurried kisses and searching touches. Their bodies pressed into each other, giving into each other, reunited.
It wasn't until the late hours of the night and potentially even the early hours of the morning that they finally fell asleep, sweaty and naked and spent, curled up in each other's arms.
Morning arrived in a lazy haze with a tall, soft Alistair wrapped around her, holding onto her like Duncan held onto his teddy bear. Asleep like this he looked so much like the young man she met at Ostagar, and when he opened his eyes he transformed into the man she was still madly in love with.
He nuzzled under her jaw and breathed her in.
"I still can't believe you're here and you're…just you." His voice was raspy and deep with sleep, soft with intent. She trailed a hand over his arm and into his hair, all sticking out in soft angles.
"It's amazing how it works out, isn't it? How after everything we can have what we…you want this, right?" She whispered. Alistair shifted so that he was more on top of her.
"More than anything," he affirmed and then he was kissing her again. The kiss turned into another one and then they fell back into each other, getting swept up in it all.
An hour later and they burst into Duncan's room only to find the boy already awake and playing with Alistair's old Grey Warden puppets. They let Duncan take one puppet to a breakfast of fruits, breads, cheeses aplenty, and boiled eggs.
They laughed and teased and ate in such ease and happiness that Elodie almost believed it was a dream or that she had actually died in the Deep Roads and this was a kind hallucination imparted to her from the Maker. But it was reality and that was such a gift, a gift that she wanted to expand. She bit her lip and looked over at Alistair, thinking about what babies born of them would be like. If they'd be little happy, cheese loving little ones or maybe they'd be mages and love botany and books.
Elodie leaned over to Duncan and kissed the top of his head, "You know why I left, yes? You know why it was important that I went?"
Duncan nodded slowly, "You and Papa are sick, you needed to find a cure. Did you?"
She smiled and nodded herself, "I did. I'm not sick anymore, but your papa is and I need to heal him. And I need to heal you too, so you don't get sick."
An uneasiness flitted into her at the idea of manipulating that energy through the boy, but what choice did she have? He wasn't tainted, not exactly, but he was drawn to it. How old would he be when he found the Grey Wardens? When he said that he wanted to join their ranks, not fully understanding what the Grey Wardens were.
No, Elodie had to…she had to protect her son, and if it meant a day of discomfort, then so be it. She turned towards Alistair, his face drawn into a harder expression that he usually reserved for unpleasant negotiations with Orlais. While she hated what she had to do, there was no other way, they were out of time. The taint in him would kill him if it could and she was not going to let it cut his life short, not when his happiness was so close at hand.
Duncan fidgeted but nodded his head slowly, "Al-alright. Will it hurt?"
Elodie paused, trying to find the words, "I will try to make it not hurt, but it should be quick for you."
"What about Papa?" His eyes were wide, bright and concerned. Her gaze softened and she drew him close to her body.
"Your papa has lived through many difficult things, he will live through this too, and at the end…he'll be even better."
Alistair leaned over and ruffled Duncan's hair, "I'll be fine! It's not like I'm fighting the Archdemon again. Now that would be a different story. At least the dragon would have a tasty snack."
Duncan snickered and wrapped his arms around Alistair, "No! The dragon can't have you! You said we could be in bed all day and eat cheese."
"Oh now, you can't eat cheese all day – you'll get sick," Elodie said only to have her son and beloved blow raspberries at her. She rolled her eyes but smiled. This…was the right thing, it was. You have to sometimes re-break a bone to set it properly, this was like that. Break, so proper healing can happen.
After breakfast, they began. They moved into a small healing room annex to Elodie and Alistair's bedroom. There was a cot for Alistair to sit on while he waited and Duncan sat on a small chair, trying not to fidget. Elodie unlocked the small chest containing the lyrium, now solidified into a fragment, and cradled it carefully in glove-clad hands. The light was almost blinding with power but she held it, carrying it to where Alistair sat. His clothes were plain, far simpler than anything he had to wear as king, but it was best to not soil what good clothes it did have.
The light filled the room as Elodie began to breathe, connecting herself into its power. She could direct it for a short amount of time, and in that time she could purify Alistair and Duncan – she could, the knowledge was bestowed in her by the Titan.
Power built and built in immense waves. Whispers entered her head, echoes of spirits long since passed, their words indistinguishable from the rush of power and blood in her ears. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as the magic clicked inside of her. Now, she had to send it out now or else it wouldn't work.
Elodie extended her arm out towards Alistair and let the Titan's power course through her in an overwhelming rush. It flooded her body, shoved its way into cavities she didn't know she had, but she had it, she was in control for this moment and she forced it out and into Alistair. His body seized as the magic infused lyrium poured into his body, forcing the taint out of his body. Blackish water dripped from his pours, his mouth, large stains forming on his clothes.
Duncan screamed but she couldn't mind that, not when she sent a sliver of the power to him, forcing whatever darkness lurked inside of him out. He shuddered and vomited his breakfast, but it was gone from his body, gone from Alistair's. She could feel the pulsing of their lives in that moment, so perfectly in synch with the Titan. She felt their hearts, their souls, purged clean. A cry escaped her as the power left her all at once, retreating back into the fragment.
Elodie slumped back against the table, all of her energy having left with the Titan's power. Alistair coughed and sputtered drawing her attention to him. Duncan moaned and she looked to him…her son. She had to get to her son. Stumbling, Elodie somehow made it to him, holding him and cleaning his face. She guided him away from his mess and to the couch in the room.
"Mum…I don't want to do that again," he cried and she shook her head.
"You won't have to, don't worry, you're fine now, you're fine," she was out of breath. If she could just…breathe, she could heal them. Yes, a healing spell, she needed to do something.
Elodie pulled herself up and took a deep breath, steadying herself, before beginning to move her hands and chant. The spell drifted from her and she directed it to sink into Alistair, coiling inside his body and then releasing to ease his pain. He shook and sputtered then sighed as the spell worked its way through him. Elodie fell back against the wall and cast a smaller spell for Duncan. He shivered in response but followed his father's example and settled quickly, moving to lean against her.
The room then fell quiet save their exhausted panting. Her eyes fluttered closed. Beyond the sudden drain of energy pulsed a twinge of relief. That pulse grew until she could feel it in her heart. She gave a short, soft laugh, smiling in the face of it all. Alistair was free. Duncan was free.
They were all finally free.
It took an hour for any of them to have the energy to move from their spots. Elodie directed both Alistair and Duncan to the baths where she took care to help bathe them. Alistair rested heavily against her, occasionally groaning from the lingering pain. Every time he coughed, more brackish liquid came out and she was quick to wipe it away. After the baths, she took them to bed, where Alistair was quick to pass out.
Duncan however, remained awake, disoriented and sleepy, but awake. He reached out for Elodie and she couldn't not crawl into bed with them, curling herself around her son and love. This was what she had traveled to Kal-Sharok for, family and freedom.
"I feel weird," Duncan whispered and Elodie resisted chuckling. He would feel weird, a bit empty and a bit more separate from Alistair and maybe even Elodie.
"I felt weird too, it goes away. You know what this means, though," she asked, holding him to her. He shook his head and she sighed, searching for the words.
"Your father and I were sick, we were…not able to do things but now we are all free, and you are too, to be the person you choose to be."
"I'm the prince, I'm going to be king," he whispered.
"If you choose it, then yes. Never underestimate the importance of your choice."
She had made Alistair king, had gone against his wish and part of her regretted it. He had not wanted it, and while she stood by it being the best decision for the country…she wondered what he would be if he had not become king. And yet…if he had not become king, had not married Anora, their son would not exist.
There were only so many regrets she could hold in her heart and at the end of the day, this was not one that prevented her from sleeping.
But she wanted to learn from it all the same, she wanted to give Duncan that choice because she could. Ferelden should have a king who wants to be king, a king who knew how to serve his country. And perhaps…even a queen.
Elodie's hand moved to her stomach and hoped.
The next few days blurred together in a haze of healing, holding, and late nights full of love and hope. There was a gathering of the nearby nobles and the whole of Denerim celebrated Elodie's return. Grateful for their love, she had chefs and cooks prepare as much food as possible to feed the people of Denerim.
And while all of it was grand, she felt the burden of the Titan shard growing. She had to make her way to Kal-Hirol soon if she was to fulfill her end of the bargain. By the end of the week, they were packing up the horses and carriage to head out to Amaranthine. She climbed into the carriage with the box containing the shard, sitting next to Duncan. Alistair took his customary spot on his horse out in front though she found that just the slightest bit ironic.
Bad things happen when I lead!
It was a marvel and a relief to find how mistaken he had been about his abilities. Traveling to Amaranthine was always odd, an equal mixture of constantly running into merchants and bandits all the while sloughing through muddy roads.
It rained nigh constantly and by the end of the week, they were all soaked to the bone and cold. Even Elodie and Duncan did not manage to escape the downpour. It made her chuckle at first, reminding her of the days when this was an almost weekly occurrence. Maker, it wasn't even that long ago that she had to sleep on the ground instead of a cot as she traveled across Thedas. And yet, it all felt so different. With Duncan and an Alistair who looked fairly different from the young man of ten years ago present, Elodie felt herself…almost shift in herself.
They made it to Amaranthine and were quickly whisked away into the small estate held by the Arl. The Arling had undergone several changes over the last few years, and while there was still a notable presence from the Grey Wardens, it had mostly been reduced to a cooperative venture with the Arling instead of allowing it actual political power over people who were not Grey Wardens. People were free to join and some prisoners had even been, but the position of Arl and Warden Commander were no longer synonymous. This then led to a change in location of power. Vigil's Keep became the center of all Grey Warden operations while the city of Amaranthine remained the seat of power for the Arl and Arlessa.
Arl Braeden Ewart greeted them at the gates and was quick to bring them into the estate. His son, Raine, ran down from the second floor in barely restrained exuberance.
"Duncan!" He yelled and the two boys were then off, chasing each other through the large home, the drudgery of the journey forgotten.
While the boys played, Alistair and Elodie were guided up to the guest room where their things were brought. Elodie peeled her sopping wet robes from her body and let her hair down, unwound her breast band, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Alistair's arms suddenly came around her, the heat of his chest pressing into her back as he leaned over and kissed her neck.
"I can think of something that can warm us up," he whispered, kissing her ear. She chuckled.
"Oh? Would you care to enlighten me?"
And he did, oh he did.
They dined with Braeden, his wife Melantha, and their children. Wrangling Raine and Duncan proved to be a bit of an adventure though they were eventually lured to sit down and eat due to their rumbling bellies and waning energy.
Dinner passed with social ease and she fell back into bed with Alistair, curling up against his chest. He held her close and she reveled in their closeness. Duncan was asleep, or at least pretending to be, sharing a room with Raine.
Alistair held Elodie to him, smiling into her hair.
"You know," he began, "with the taint gone…we could…"
"We could what? Live to the ripe old age of seventy?" She teased and he chuckled.
"Well, that but you know, Duncan's always wanted a little sibling…if…if you want to try again," his voice grew quiet and tentative. Her body tensed for a moment, remembering the loss, the…pain they had gone through before. She had always blamed her inability to keep a pregnancy on the taint but what if it wasn't the taint? What if it was her? Could she live through that loss again?
Could she live if she didn't at least try?
Her fingers trailed down over Alistair's soft chest, drawing random patterns and contemplating a future of children. She wanted, oh she wanted, and this had always been the plan but there was that fear.
Elodie took a deep breath and nodded, "I want to try again."
Alistair held her close, and while they didn't try that night, there were many more nights to try in the future.
The next day brought with it fog and a heavy overcast of clouds, but there wasn't rain, Elodie took her blessings where she could get them. She kissed Alistair on the cheek and Duncan on the forehead, wishing them goodbye after breakfast. She promised to return as soon as possible, which she hopefully would mean less than a week. Her horse was swift in its journey, carrying her to the old chasm now lined with winding roots and sprouting trees on the dirt walls of the chasm.
The cleft in the earth was just as great as she remembered it, though more overgrown now due to the heavy rains and the now receding signs of blight. Still, she saw dark corrupted spiders skittering down below, preying on deepstalkers. She thought back to the skrimmers she faced in the tunnels beneath Kal-Sharok and marveled at how different the spiders were here.
She left her horse at a nearby homestead, paying the farmers a sizeable sum to watch over the horse while she journeyed into the Deep Roads.
The upper tunnels hadn't changed too much over the years, but the lower roads had. Dwarves from Orzammar and surface traders had created an outpost in the most easily cleaned parts of Kal-Hirol, though there was still a slight lingering scent of darkspawn and shit. The dwarves greeted her with familiar nonchalance. She had helped set up this outpost, had brought the documents from Kal-Hirol to the shaperate in Orzammar and she had even suggested merchants shift their routes to here for better trading opportunities. It had been a successful venture so far. Kal-Hirol was growing from a mere trading outpost to a small village, spreading further into the recesses of the old Thaig. Meanwhile, it also brought in gold to the nearby farms who wished to expand their consumer base. All in all, the arling of Amaranthine had seen some of the most impressive growth over the years – along with Redcliffe and the central Bannorn.
Small children ran to and from stalls, chasing each other in a rowdy game of tag. She dodged their speedy pathways and continued forth into the deep, walking past the stalls and the small outcropping of homes. The Titan's shard sat comfortably attached to her belt and her magic seemed to…reach into it every now and then. Or maybe the shard was reaching for her magic and she was just responding. Either way, there were frequent moments where she felt more connected to the Stone around her, to the dwarves milling behind her. And as she delved deeper into the roads, heading to the deepest part of the Thaig, the more the shard drew her in, the more intertwined she felt with her surroundings.
Was this the trade off? She can no longer sense the Darkspawn but now she was connected to the stone?
Elodie rested her once tainted hand against the cool rock wall of the road. She gasped as energy suddenly poured into her, building a sudden connection that allowed her to feel things. The skittering of a spider. The thump thump of deepstalkers walking around. The indefinite spread of the taint.
It was so…deep here. How was planting the shard here a good idea? Wouldn't the taint get to it? Would it be immune to such an overwhelming amount of corruption?
She closed her eyes and removed her hand, sojourning forth. Or maybe that was the point. Plant the shard of purity, of hope, in the deepest, darkest, most corrupted place, and let it grow to blast it all back. Fight the darkness from within.
A poetic thought, though she didn't know how practical it was. But this was the Titan's wish, and so she continued. Elodie made her way through Kal-Hirol, fighting spiders and darkspawn and deepstalkers, choosing to try and keep hidden as much as possible.
The deepest part.
Pour over the rock.
After two days of journeying into the dark, she found a drop that was so deep that she could no longer see the light that she cast down. The darkness enveloped it completely.
Here. A quiet feeling rose within her and she opened the box on her hip. The shard glowed brightly in her hand, almost blinding her eyes that were now accustomed to the dark. It pulsed and she closed her eyes, thanking it one last time before dropping it into the pit. It made no sound as it fell and hit the bottom. The light though…the light bloomed in the dark and the Stone sighed in relief. The lyrium in the surrounding stone, even the faint strands, erupted with energy that flowed in and out of Elodie like she was part of it. It was like when the Titan had initially blasted her but more…chaotic, less of a directed beam and more of a scattering of birds when they are awakened suddenly.
But then, all at once, it fled her body and receded down into the chasm with the shard.
She stood there on the edge of the pit for a moment longer, smiling in wonder. This world was weird, and yes, that was her professional Hero opinion.
It was another two days to make it to the trading outpost. And then another day to make it to Amaranthine. She was back in just under a week, less than a fortnight, really.
The rain started back up as she arrived and she was quick to hand off her horse to the stable master. She ducked into the estate, her robes now damp enough just to be annoying. The home was warm and dry, filled with echoing laughter from her son and Raine. She would have to take care to invite Raine's family over more, Duncan should have friends, particularly if they are going to be the rulers of the land someday. Friendships and alliances make the government work or fail and Raine's family was a good one. Amaranthine was beginning to flourish under their care.
And now that she was back and free to handle herself as however she wished…they were going to travel more. Duncan should see his country, know more than the palace, see how the people in his country lived. He should know the Banns and Arls and Arlessas, the Teyrnirs of his country. It was important to build up those friendships, facilitate those alliances.
Elodie was quiet as she made her way through the estate, contemplating the future as she was wont to do lately.
The sound of barking and children's laughter broke her out of her reverie. The boys sped past her, two mabari hounds chasing them all in good fun. She chuckled and Duncan turned around to wave at her before barreling back down the corridor.
The guards nodded in greeting, saying "My lady" behind their helmets. She nodded back to them and she headed to the room where she and Alistair were staying. She entered the room to find it empty, which was fine really. She changed into more suitable clothes, clothes that had not been worn for a week and smelled like the Deep Roads. No matter how many times she braved those treacherous depths, she never quite got used to the smell. It was like rotting flesh combined with the smell of rancid milk. Unpleasant was really an insufficient term.
She was tempted to draw a bath…but it was close to supper and she was also hungry….
Bathe…or eat….
Bathe…or eat….
Her stomach rumbled, making up her mind for her. She washed her face and arms in the wash basin then applied some of the fancy Orlesian creams the Arlessa had gushed about. They smelled very flowery but she took flowery over rotting flesh and rancid milk any day.
Her hair went up into a braided bun, and she donned a gold necklace Alistair had gotten her in the early days of his kinghood. The chain was small and dainty and the rose pendant as delicate, not overly embellished, and it was her favorite piece of jewelry. The rose he had gifted her still remained pressed in the pages of her healing journal, somewhat wilted and old, but it was there, a symbol of their enduring love, even as they changed.
Elodie emerged from the rooms and inquired to one of the guards in the hall where the king might be. None of them knew which meant only one thing – the larder. Shaking her head, Elodie turned towards the kitchens, the children running past her again, the dog trailing after them.
The kitchens were busy with preparing supper and she was sure but she was able to sneak her way to the larder where the king was indeed ensconced in – nibbling on cheese. She put her hands on her hips and grinned at him. Upon seeing her, he blinked, mouth still half-full with cheese.
"Elodie!" He exclaimed, or he tried to with his mouth full. But his face brightened and he stepped to her quickly, wrapping her in a tight hug. He didn't mention the smell of the weariness in her face from travel. He simply tucked his face against her neck.
"It's over?" He whispered and she rubbed his back, smiling and nodding.
"At last, my love," she replied. A chorus of "aaawws" erupted from behind them, reminding them how they were very much not alone. Elodie stepped back, blushing, but she took Alistair's hand and guided him out of the larder all the way out into the hallway. Out of sight of the apparently nosy kitchen staff, she kissed his cheek, waiting for him to finish his cheese.
"It's done, it's all done, I don't have to do anything more than I don't want to, it's done," she repeated, kissing his face over and over again in barely restrained happiness. It flowed through her in great droves, filling her up, making her laugh free of inhibition.
"I want to try and I want to do. Alistair, there is just so much we can do, I –
"Marry me," he blurted out and she stopped. Did he just? Her eyes widened, hand lifted up to her lips. He…did he…oh he did. She knew he did because he turned bright red, his eyes wide and he shuffled his feet like he did when he first asked her if he could kiss her.
She wanted to say yes but all that came out was, "I'm a mage."
He quirked a brow at her, "Really? I had no idea."
She poked his arm, "You know exactly what I mean."
"I do. And the Circle is no more. You can't be queen but I have been doing some reading and you don't have to be queen. It's called a consort? You'll be my consort but really I just want you as my wife. Maker, I want to marry you, Elodie Amell, because I have loved you for so long and I am tired of having obstacles between us. Let's just…be married."
She couldn't speak, couldn't move, or anything for a solid minute. Her eyes welled up with tears at the end of that minute, Alistair becoming more and more fidgety. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Their heights weren't too different, and she was able to just snuggle into his shoulder, happily weeping.
"Yes, yes, YES! Yes, I will marry you and be your wife, consort, person," she laughed. His arms came around her and held her to him.
"You are the love of my life," he whispered into her hair.
"And now we are free to be just that," she replied.
Elodie Amell had known many titles and labels in her life – apprentice, mage, Grey Warden, Hero of Ferelden, Arlessa, Warden Commander, rebel, Court Mage, mistress, mother, and now…she entered a new phase of her life, as wife, consort to the king, the love of her life. She was still powerful, still strong, but there was a certain…overwhelming joy to be able to be something she never she would be.
Free. It was all she wanted for so long. Free.
There were still ties that she was bound by, obligations to be met but she was ultimately…free. Free to decide to keep those obligations and friendships.
Late after supper and her and Alistair consummated his very sudden, improper proposal, Elodie sat down at the small desk in the guest room. She wrote the first letter to Karega, thanking her once again for her hospitality and kindness. She informed her of the success of her mission and that she was cordially invited to Elodie's wedding to the King of Ferelden. Elodie was certain the dwarven queen would have to decline the offer, but it was only polite to invite her. She wrote the second letter to Leliana, and she addressed it as such instead of the apparently now Divine Victoria. This time, she was certain the newly elected Divine would insist on marrying the two. She wrote to Oghren at Vigil's Keep, inviting him and Felsi and the babe. She wrote to Zevran, opening the letter with 'so how many assassins can sneak into a royal wedding?' Morrigan, Katra, Miriel, Teagan, and so many others were going to receive jubilant letters announcing the impending marriage between her and Alistair. Elodie was careful to word it so that they would not blab the information too soon – Alistair and Elodie would be expected to announce it themselves in some grandiose celebration most likely.
She nearly dropped the quill when she recalled they had yet to inform Duncan. Well. She supposed the letters could be sent after they informed him.
Elodie set everything aside and turned back to the bed. Alistair slept on his stomach, snoring softly. Amazing how many things changed and yet stayed the same over the years, she thought, crawling back into the covers, curling herself around his body. He made a snuffling sound before settling back in. She rested her head against his back and took a deep breath. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell into a deep, restorative sleep.
Thank you so much for reading this fic! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. This is a companion story to my other story, In Your Gaze I Wish to Stay, which is centered around Inquisitor Miriel Lavellan and her relationship with Solas. I am also on tumblr as scurvgirl. Thank you again for reading this! Please review, favorite, let me know what you think!