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Chapter Seven

"Pregnant?" Lassarina repeated, the blood draining from her face.

"Yes, I'd say a little over a month along," Dinya smiled.

"No, I can't be pregnant," she said, her hands shaking. "It's not possible! You must be wrong."

"Trust me, I'm not," the Dunmer priestess told her. "If you don't believe me, think back. When was the last time you bled?"

Lassarina opened her mouth to answer, but paused, trying to remember it herself. She thought back and realized the last time she bled was a couple of weeks before she and Vilkas had become intimate. She covered her open mouth with her hand and stared into space. Her other hand went down to her belly and she didn't know how she couldn't have noticed the symptoms herself. The nausea that had been plaguing her every so often, the light headedness, her sudden disgust for rabbit.

"It's alright," Dinya said, seeing she was terrified. "You and the babe are fine and in excellent health. I even reassured Brynjolf-"

"You told Brynjolf?!" she cried out.

Dinya blinked, appearing a bit shaken. "Y-yes, I assumed he was the father when he brought you here."

"Where is he now?" she demaned, swinging her legs off the cot.

"He walked out after I told him," she replied. "Please, lie down. You might still feel light headed."

"I'm fine," she hissed, getting up and walking towards the temple entrance.

It was a lie of course. The moment she stood up, she had felt the blood rush from her head and swayed slightly, using all her strength to keep herself steady. Dinya tried reaching for her to help her, but Lassarina quickly pulled away and walked towards the doors, stepping outside and seeing that it was nearly sunset. She could smell Brynjolf's scent trail, heading away from the temple and towards the Bee and Barb, and she followed it. She found her friend inside, sitting alone at a table with an unreadable expression on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Lassarina walked over and took a seat across from him. "Brynjolf-"

"Is that Farkas the father?" he asked her.

"Farkas and I separated a while ago," she sighed. "He's not the father."

"Then who is?"

"Farkas' brother, Vilkas," she replied.

He chuckled. "Weren't satisfied with just the one brother?"

She glared at him and raised her hand, slapping him from across the small table. "That was a cheap shot."

Brynjolf covered his reddened cheek with one of his hands and frowned. "Forgive me lass, I didn't mean that. I tend to make cruel joke when I'm in an uncomfortable situation."

"Well it was extremely insensitive," she hissed. "I'm already scared enough about being pregnant without having to feel guilty about Farkas and Vilkas."

He looked at her, his emerald gaze dark and serious. "I've given you your space lass, but I think it's time for you to finally tell me why you left the Companions."

Lassarina winced and looked down at her clenched fists. She knew Brynjolf would ask her about it eventually, but she didn't want to talk about it. Especially not after her encounter with Vilkas a few nights ago and the news she had just received.

"I had caused internal conflict within the Circle," she found herself speaking without even knowing it. "For reasons I can't tell you, I had lost interest in Farkas, and had left him shortly after realizing it. It would have been fine if it had just ended there, but I didn't know... I didn't know that Vilkas had been harboring feelings for me since I first came to Jorrvaskr. He made his feelings for me apparent when we went to the Tomb of Ysgramor, to settle some old business. We had two nights together before Farkas found out."

"He didn't take it well?" Brynjolf guessed.

"He left Jorrvaskr and ended up getting imprisoned in Morthal," Lassarina told him. "Vilkas and I went to go and find him, and also to explain everything to him. But the moment we paid his fines and stepped outside, he and Vilkas got into this huge fight. I managed to break them up, but Farkas said some things that hurt Vilkas deeply, he said that Vilkas was dead to him."

She paused to take a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her fists even tighter. Opening her eyes, she found the strength to continue.

"Vilkas had told me that Farkas was the most important person in his life. He was the only family he had left, and he didn't want to betray his brother, which is why he kept his feelings hidden."

"But Farkas isn't his only family anymore," Brynjolf commented, his gaze drifting to her belly.

Lassarina's hands instinctively covered it and she frowned. She had no idea how Vilkas would react to this news, and the idea of telling him terrified her. Her whole body began to shake and Brynjolf reached out to take one of her hands in his.

"You have to tell him lass," he told her.

Tears pooled in her eyes and she shook her head. "I can't."

Brynjolf frowned. "It's not wise to keep him in the dark. This is his child and he has a right to know."

"Bryn, I just can't see him," she whimpered, ducking her head. "Not after what I caused."

He looked at her for several moments. "Lass, did something else happen in Whiterun?"

She glanced up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I wasn't going to say anything about it," he began, reaching over and pulling on the collar of her armor. "But I noticed a faded love-bite on your neck when I was carrying you to the Temple."

Lassarina gasped and covered the mark with her neck.

"Did you see Vilkas while you were in Whiterun?" he pressed.

She lowered her head and nodded. "Some guard went to the Companions and told them a thief was lurking around the town. Vilkas caught me just as I was leaving Honningbrew."

"And?"

Lassarina blushed. "And... I spent the night with him... right before I drugged him with a sleeping drought."

For some reason Brynjolf chuckled. "Never pegged you for the love them and leave them type lass. I always thought you would fall under the bed them and wed them category."

"Not funny Brynjolf!" she growled.

"Again I'm sorry," he told her. "Remember, I make joke when I'm uncomfortable."

"The jokes are making me uncomfortable," she muttered.

They fell silent for several moments, just staring at the table separating them. Finally Brynjolf sighed and looked at her.

"You can't do this alone Lassarina," he told her.

"I don't really have a choice Brynjolf," Lassarina murmured softly. "I just cant see him. I know it's the best option, but I just can't do it. The only other option I have is raising the baby myself."

"Nay," he said suddenly. "You don't have to do it by yourself."

"Bryn I already said-"

"I'm not saying you need to go to this Vilkas either," he interrupted her. He took a deep breath and gave her a soft look. "I raised you from when you were just a little girl. You're like a younger sister to me, and I consider you my family. If you'd let me, I'd like to help you through all of this and help you raise your child."

Lassarina stared at him, her eyes wide in shock. "Brynjolf... I- I don't know what to say..."

"I'm not offering marriage or any of that," he added hastily. "But I am offering to help you."

She smiled. "If you had offered marriage, I would have said no anyways."

He gave her an exaggerated look of pain. "Och, lass, that hurts me. It's as if a knife is stabbing me in the heart repeatedly."

"Don't get me wrong," she chuckled. "When I was a little girl, you were my first love. But that was just a little girls infatuation. I still love you, but like I would a brother or a very close friend."

"Aye, I knew you were infatuated with me," he told her with a grin. "One of your little friends from the Orphanage told me."

She scowled. "Let me guess, it was Daine wasn't it?"

Brynjolf chuckled. "Aye, it was."

"Whatever happened to her?" she asked.

"After you left, she was thrown out of the Orphange and lived on the streets until she was sixteen," he told her. "Then she just left one day. Haven't heard from her in four years now."

Lassarina frowned, thinking of her friend from the Orphanage. Daine had been dropped off at Honorhall a few days after she was born and had grown up under Grelods cruelty. She had been the only girl in the Orphanage until Lassarina arrived and the two had become friends. Part of her hoped Daine had found a better life for herself, since her childhood years were nothing but darkness.

"Is it true what they were saying?" she found herself asking Brynjolf. "That someone murdered Grelod?"

"Aye, right in front of the children," Brynjolf nodded. "The children say it was a Dark Brotherhood assassin."

Her eyes widened. "Well it must be true then. I escorted some Dark Brotherhood assassins into the Cistern last night. They were here to see Delvin."

"I saw them," he said. "But I don't think they were responsible for it. When there's more than one Dark Brotherhood assassin around, it means trouble."

Lassarina frowned and sat back in her seat, one hand absently covered her stomach. Looking down, her initial fears were starting to fade a bit. She had always wanted to children one day. This wasn't the way she wanted to have them, but she guessed it wouldn't be so bad, what with Brynjolf helping her. She looked up and saw him smiling at her.

"You should start thinking of names," he told her.

She smiled softly. "I'd like to name it after my mother if it's a girl."

"And after me if it's a lad?" he joked.

"Nay," she laughed. "One Brynjolf in the world is enough. Nay, if it's a boy, I'd like to name him Kodlak."

"The previous Harbinger?" Brynjolf echoed.

"Aye, Kodlak was like a father to Vilkas and Farkas," she explained. "And I respected him greatly."

Brynjolf gave her a look, but shrugged and finished off the mead that had lain abandoned on the table, forgotten the moment she walked in. After he finished it, he suggested they go back down to the Cistern so she could rest. As they walked towards the graveyard, Lassarina thought of something.

"Brynjolf, let's not go telling anyone in the Guild about my condition," she told him. "I need to get as many jobs as I can done and save up some money."

He didn't appear to be too happy at the idea, but he nodded. "Very well lass, but just don't take on any risky jobs."

"I won't," she reassured him.

They went down to the Cistern and Lassarina grabbed her pack from where Brynjolf had dropped it, right on her bed. She had remembered the Honningbrew Decanter she had stolen for Delvin, and she really needed the money he'd be willing to give her for it now. So she gave Brynjolf the silver jewelry she stole, tiptoeing around the reason it was wrapped in a shirt, and ran off to the Flagon with the Decanter in hand.

"Mallory, how much would you be willing to give me for this?" she asked, walking right up to him and showing him the Decanter.

Delvin put down his tankard and pulled out a purse bulging with coins. "That enough?"

"That's plenty," she grinned, giving him the Decanter and taking the gold.

"I won't lie, I was hopin' you'd steal something for me," he told her. "I didn't think it would be this nice though."

"Anything for a little gold Delvin," she smirked, sitting down at the table.

"You'd you like some mead?" he asked her, gesturing to one of the many bottles on his table.

She thought of her baby and quickly shook her head. "That's alright, I'm not too fond of drinking." She tried changing the subject. "So I heard you used to be in the Dark Brotherhood."

He gave her a look. "Aye, at one point in my life. But I'm a better thief than I ever was an assassin."

"Did they tell you why they were in Riften?" she asked.

"Why so curious about the Dark Brotherhoods business?"

Lassarina shifted slightly. "I actually met one of them before. The big Nord, Arnbjorn."

"Astrid's husband?" his brows rose. "I'm surprised he left you alive. He's a werewolf you know."

"You don't say," she said innocently enough. "So why were they in Riften?"

Delvin took a drink from his tankard. "It seems that Grelod was a target, but someone got to her before they did. They were in town to, well let's just say, deal with the situation."

Lassarina's eyes widened and she pitied the person who killed Grelod. For all she knew, that person was dead now.

"Why'd you cut your hair?" Delvin's voice interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up and grimaced as she fingered the shortened ends. Cutting her hair had been the hardest thing Lassarina had to do after leaving Vilkas. She spent years growing it out to that length and now it fell just an inch below her shoulders. It was still long for Nord standards, but for Lassarina, she might as well have cut it to her ears.

"It's was starting to get in the way," she lied, and for some reason she found herself repeating words similar to what Farkas once told her. "A woman can't afford to keep her hair that long in Skyrim."

oOo

Einarr and Kiraya had been in High Hrothgar for a week when he finally heard some news about his sister. A trader from Ivarstead, Klimmek, who brought supplies to the Greybeards had also brought a letter addressed to Einarr, from Vilkas. He had been shocked with the letter, and immediately read through it, learning that Lassarina had been in Whiterun, but had gotten away again after drugging Vilkas.

"She's drugging people now?" Einarr gaped, staring at the letter. "I knew no good would come of her joining the Thieves Guild."

"Papa what's wrong?" Kiraya poked her head into his room where he had been reading the letter.

He frowned at his daughter. "It would seem your Aunt has allied herself with the Thieves Guild."

"So she's in Riften?" she asked, walking inside and seating herself on the bed.

"I'm not sure kitten," he sighed. "Vilkas spoke to her briefly before she ran off again. She told him that she wasn't staying in one place for too long." He looked at her and ruffled her hair. "So I guess we could leave tomorrow and start searching some cities."

"Do we have to leave?" she whined. "I like it here."

Einarr chuckled. His daughter had taken a liking to the Greybeards and they too had come to grow fond of her, though they never said it. When he and the Greybeards showed the young girl how the performed Shouts, she squealed in excitement and asked if they could teach her how to it too. Einarr immediately said no. He knew that anyone could learn the Way of the Voice, but he didn't want his daughter to learn any words of power. He still had no idea whether or not she was Dragonborn. Arngeir said the best way to discover if she had the blood and soul of a dragon was to kill a dragon and see if she absorbed the soul.

"I'm afraid we have to sweet," he told her sadly.

"But Master Arngeir is teaching me how to read the dragon language!" she argued. "He said I'm learning it quickly."

"Maybe we can return after we find your Aunt," he said. "And we can stay longer than we did this time."

"Promise?" she pouted.

"Aye, I promise," he smiled. "Now go and pack your things, we'll leave tomorrow at first light."

Kiraya nodded and ran out of his room to pack her things. Einarr got up from his bed and started to do the same, throwing clothes and trinkets he had brought back into his pack. He grabbed the Amulet of Talos that Master Borri had gifted to him off a nearby table and placed it around his neck. Kiraya wore a similar one, and always had it around her neck, excited that she had something that was the same as Einarr's.

"Kiraya says you're leaving?" Master Arngeir suddenly appeared at his door and was looking at him.

Einarr looked at the old man and nodded. "Aye, my sister had been sighted. She's taken to stealing, so I need to find her and stop her before she gets arrested."

"I understand," Arngeir nodded. "But since you're leaving, I have a job for you Dragonborn."

"Arngeir please, we've been over this, call me Einarr," he said with a roll of his eyes. "And what kind of job?"

"Well, it's not a job, it's more of a trial, one I should have given to you and your sister before you left High Hrothgar last time," he explained. "I need you to travel to the tomb Ustengrav and retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. It's your final test to formally recognize you as the Dragonborn."

Einarr stared at Arngeir for a few moments. "Where is Ustengrav?"

"Near Morthal, in Hjalmarch," Arngeir told him.

"Alright Arngeir, I'll retrieve the Horn if I'm in the area," he informed the Greybeard. "But my sister comes first."

"Actually we'd prefer it if you'd find your sister first and complete the trial with her."

Einarr smiled. "Good, then it will be the first thing I do once I find her."

He finished packing his belongings and no longer heard his daughter in the next room. "Arngeir where was Kiraya going when she spoke to you."

"I believe she was heading outside to find your sisters wolf," he answered, walking away.

Einarr headed to the doors leading to the courtyard out back and looked around for his daughter. He spotted her up a flight of steps with Fang, staring directly at a strong storm that served as a gate to the top of the mountain. Einarr had been curious about the gate before and tried stepping into the storm, but it caused him a great deal of pain and chilled his body to the bone. Even a Nord couldn't safely pass through those winds.

"Kiraya don't stand so close to the gate," Einarr called.

When his daughter didn't seem to hear him, Einarr climbed up the steps and was puzzled by how Fang appeared. The wolfs fur was fluffed out and his ears were flat as he snarled at the winds. Kiraya's body was as stiff as the wolfs and the fur on her tail was standing on end.

"Kiraya what's wrong?" Einarr asked, touching his daughter's shoulder.

She jumped slightly when he touched her, obviously startled, but calmed when she saw it was just him. Her blue feline eyes were wide and scared, but also housed curiosity.

"Kiraya what is it?" he repeated.

"I came out to get Fang," she explained. "And he was barking at the storm. I came over to take him away and bring him inside, and then..."

"And then?" Einarr pressed.

She looked up at him. "I saw a shadow moving in the storm. It was really big and it said something."

"What did it say?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "It sounded like growling and whispering at the same time. But then it disappeared."

Einarr frowned and rubbed his daughters shoulders. "You were probably just hearing things sweet. Storms like this can play tricks on you."

"No, I saw it," she insisted. "Fang saw it too."

"Well then, let's just forget about it then," he suggested. "We'll go inside, get warm and eat with the Greybeards before going to bed. We have a long trip back to Whiterun."

Kiraya's ears pricked up. "We're going to Whiterun?"

"Aye, I'd like to check in on things there before going towards Solitude," he nodded, leading his daughter away from the gate. "Call Fang."

Kiraya looked over her shoulder. "Fang, let's go!"

The wolf twitched his ears and stared at the storm a few moments more before he obeyed Kiraya and ran to her side. As they walked down the steps, Einarr couldn't resist glancing back a the storm. The snows and the wind made it impossible to see anything and it stretched out far, completely covering the peak and skies above. As his eyes drifted across the sky near where he believed the peak was, he thought he saw a shadow moving through the storm. He blinked and just as quickly as it appeared, the shadow was gone.

It's just the storm playing tricks on me, he told himself, ignoring the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

oOo

"We're back!" Kiraya announced loudly as they stepped into Jorrvaskr four days later.

Fang let out a joyful bark and launched himself at the closest Companion, Torvar, and proceeded to lick his face. Einarr chuckled at the sight and looked around the mead hall, seeing smiling faces welcoming him back.

"Harbinger it's good to see you back!" Ria said, walking over and hugging Einarr.

"Ria, what have I said about titles?" Einarr growled playfully.

"Right, I forgot," she chuckled.

"Farkas!" Kiraya suddenly squealed.

Einarr looked up and saw his daughter had launched herself at the much larger warrior, hugging him tightly with a smile on her face. Farkas appeared to be extremely happy to see the young girl, lifting her off the ground and hugging her as he spun her around. Fang also missed Vilkas, running up to him and jumping around like a pup.

"Farkas, it's good to see you," Einarr said, going over to join his daughter and Fang.

"And it's good to see you back," Farkas nodded.

Einarr leaned in and asked quietly, "How are you?"

"I'm better," he admitted. "I've gotten over it, though Vilkas seems to be having a tougher time. He stays in his room all day and snaps at everyone."

"What about Aela?" he inquired. "Where is she?"

"I'm right here whelp," her voice rang.

Einarr turned to see his forebear and was shocked to see her stomach bulging out slightly. His jaw dropped and he immediately went to her, staring at her rounded stomach the entire time to make sure he wasn't seeing things. She looked like she was glowing, and her scent had changed slightly, coming off as warmer and more pleasing.

"Surprised?" she chuckled.

"Aela," he gaped. "When? How?"

"I found right after Skjor died," she sighed, stroking her belly. "I didn't tell anybody."

"How far along are you?" he asked with a smile.

"Danica says about four months," she smiled.

"She's been insufferable," Farkas said dryly. "She starts crying for no reason and when someone tries to comfort her, she takes a swing at them."

Einarr laughed. "Farkas the stupidest thing a man can do is try to comfort an irritable pregnant woman." He turned to Aela, his forebear and closest friend, and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I'm happy for you. Now Skjor can live on through our memories, and through your child."

"What are you going to name it?" Kiraya asked, walking over and placing a fuzzy hand on Aela's belly.

"I was thinking Kenna, or Skuld," she replied.

"What about if it's a boy?" Einarr arched a brow.

The Companions in the hall shared a laugh, making Einarr extremely confused.

"Aela says that the women in her family never have boys," Njada explained. "So she's not expecting a boy."

"You'll be thrown for a loop if it is a lad," Einarr told his forebear.

"It won't be a lad," she insisted. "Now, I think before you get sidetracked anymore, you should go down and see Vilkas. He only leaves his room to get food and drink before locking himself back in there."

Einarr frowned and nodded, heading towards the stairs. Kiraya stayed with Aela, gushing at the idea of having a baby around, so Einarr was going to be able to talk to Vilkas privately. He walked down the hall to Vilkas' room and knocked on his door.

"Vilkas?" Einarr called. "Open the door, it's me."

He heard Vilkas move around inside and then the door opened a bit. Einarr pulled it open the rest and saw Vilkas walking back to his desk.

"How long have you been in here?" he asked curiously.

"Two weeks," he muttered. "Give or take a few days."

"Gods Vilkas, that's far too long," Einarr scowled. "You can't just shut yourself out from the world because Lassarina drugged you and ran off. You should be trying even harder to help me find her."

"She doesn't want to be found," Vilkas spat, throwing something at Einarr.

Einarr caught it and looked down at it, his eyes widening with shock. It was a long braided strand of Lassarina's hair. Remembering how long his sister kept her hair, and subtracting the length of the strend he held, his sister must have cut her hair up to her shoulders.

"She cut her hair and tied braids to the bridles of all the horses at the stables before sending them running," Vilkas told him. "So her scent trail would be scattered."

Einarr sighed and sniffed the strand, a faint trace of his sisters scent still lingering on it. Though for some reason, the scent was off. He arched a brow, figuring it must be because of the horse the braid had been attached to or something similar.

"Well I don't care if she doesn't want to be found," Einarr told Vilkas. "I'm going to bring her back here, kicking and screaming if that's what it takes. I'm not going to let her fall into a life as a criminal. And I know you want to bring her bad just as badly Vilkas, so are you going to help me or not?"

"I thought you said I'd tip her off with our bond," Vilkas replied icily.

"It probably will, but I was wrong to send you away," Einarr told him. "I was angry at you for allowing her to run off in the first place, and it wasn't fair to blame you. So please, forgive me and help me find my sister."

Vilkas turned to Einarr and stared at him for several moments before he nodded. "Alright."

YEAH! Vilkas and Einarr unite! Also, I decided to make Aela pregnant because I thought it was so sad, that she lost the love of her life, and had to suffer and be lonely the rest of the game. So I thought, maybe she'd feel less alone if she was carrying Skjor's child. And so, with the magic of my written word, it shall be so!

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