Firstly, I just want to say that I'm really sorry for
This is it. The ending of Last of His Line, but never fear, there is a SEQUEL which will be done as soon as I write a few commissioned fanfics, including some about Skyrim, more Dragon Age and possibly Mass Effect (when I finally complete the series.) But then it is back to Trinity Hawke and our favourite lyrium tattooed elf, AND the rest of the gang. I just need to get the basic storyline covered and then the sequel, which will be named "The Final Stand".
But before I give you all the final chapter, I just wanted to thank some people who have helped me with a few things here and there;
MusicalRain- Thankyou SO MUCH for really helping me with ideas for the journey to Orzammar, I was utterly clueless! It helped me more than you could possibly imagine...Oh and thankyou for the AMAZING drawing of Trinity and Fenris on your deviantart, which I can sadly not post the link on here. But it is simply stunning. :)
icefox274- You encouraged me to continue writing this fanfic even when I had almost given up hope on it, and you were also the person who helped me figure out Hawke's wing tattoo, which I was stumped at when the thought of giving Hawke a tattoo arose.
DreamInMyHeart- You're my first fangirl, and my constant supply of encouragement and support for when I needed it the most! It is people like you who help me continue on with Trinity and Fenris, although it is you mainly who helps me in this way haha. :)
My real life friends who read this- You put up with me fangirling all the bloody time, and for that I salute you! And thankyou SO MUCH for the support you've given me through the years. I needed it.
If I have missed anyone out, I'm sorry! But I thank you all for reading Last of His Line, and a series of shorts based on this fanfic will be written as soon as possible.
Anyways, enjoy!
Hawke grinned when she heard Merrill squeal with joy, whilst the rest of her companions simply gasped in awe. She peered at her brother, whose eyes were glistening with tears and a small, genuine smile on his face. She had spent the past few days scouting out remote, safe locations in the Planasene Forest that would be a perfect venue for Carver and Merrill's wedding. She had also organised horse-and-carriages for the long trip there and back.
Well Trinity, it seems you have managed to make your brother's face crack a true smile for the first time in years.
A huge cherry tree, in full bloom, contrasted completely against the thickets of green and brown surrounding the small clearing as pale pink petals drifted gracefully down, landing in a blanket of pink underneath the tree. Patches of wildflowers and daisies were dotted around the fresh green grass, the crisp spring air rustling the leaves and the quiet chirping of bluebirds were all that could be heard, as well as the gentle trickle of water made by the small pond beside the cherry tree.
"This is…simply amazing Hawke! Ma serannas," Merrill squeaked through tears of happiness as the small elf, dressed in her wedding dress bought the day before and a crown of daisies in her hair. Merrill skipped off to smell the flowers, her soon-to-be husband following her, taking in his surroundings of the serene paradise outside the City of Chains.
"Why aren't you skipping with Daisy, Zev?" Bianca grinned.
"Unlike our skippy friend here, I am not dalish and living in an Antivan whorehouse did not allow one the…pleasures of skipping," he chuckled in response, trying to keep a happy face since Leliana sent word stating that she could not attend the wedding, leaving the elf looking rather down-hearted.
Bianca then turned to ask Fenris that same question, but the glare she received from him was enough to tell her that he clearly did not want to be asked.
Sebastian, dressed in his usual armour (although it was extra shinier than normal), stationed himself under the cherry tree, since he was the priest for this wedding. Ever since Merrill left her clan, a dalish ceremony would not be allowed for her, so she and Carver compromised by having a priest of the Maker marry them, but as long as the wedding took place outside in a forest.
The group made their way towards the cherry tree, all talking about the reception that will be held at Hawke's mansion afterwards. Well, it was mainly Isabella, Varric and Bianca conjuring up plans to cause mischief.
Hawke followed behind her group of friends slowly, getting lost in her thoughts. She looked to each of her friends, a soft smile on her face. Each one of them had their own quirks and faults, but she loved them all the same, despite the large variety of differences in her companions. All were different races, backgrounds and all have their crazy perks. Yet, she managed to pull them all together as 'her' team. But in fact, it was them who supported her through the rough times, even if there was now the missing hole in her merry band of misfits; which used to be filled by a cat-loving, possessed healer that had become her best friend at their first meeting.
"Trinity? The wedding is starting," Fenris' velvety voice instantly paralysed her trail of thought, her bewildered eyes met his worried ones. "You look troubled."
"I'm fine, Fenris. Just feeling…Sentimental."
"Care to explain?" Fenris arched an eyebrow as Hawke linked an arm through his as the pair joined the rest of the group under the cherry tree.
"I just realised that all of my friends have a bad case of being insane in some way or another," she chuckled.
Fenris just smirked, "You seem to attract crazy people, Trinity."
Hawke narrowed her eyes at the grinning elf, who knew he had started a war that he cannot win. But he was going to defeat the beautiful mage he had fell in love with, with both words and actions.
The wedding itself was short and sweet, just what Carver and Merrill had wanted, with just their friends attending, handwritten vows and simple, gold wedding rings for each other. Hawke and Isabella stood beside Merrill as bridesmaids, for them, it was a fairy-tale, even though Carver felt like he could have done more for Merrill. Isabella, Varric, Zevran and even Hawke learnt to keep themselves under control in order to not ruin the moment for the newly married couple, but the mischief could be saved for much later.
Now they were all in carriages for the trek back to Kirkwall; Hawke, Fenris, Sebastian and Bruiser in one carriage with the others in another and the newlyweds in their own separate carriage.
But for almost the entire trip, Hawke noticed an impish smile on Sebastian's face the entire time; the prince wiggled his eyebrows at Fenris, which Fenris replied with his death stare. Hawke couldn't take it anymore as the carriages passed through Kirkwall.
"Will you two tell me what in the Maker's name is going on?" She huffed in frustration, her eyes darting between the pair. Sebastian sustained his grin.
"I was just asking Fenris when it was your turn to get married; it would be an honour to perform the wedding ceremonial rites for you two," Sebastian chuckled.
The entire colour drained from Hawke's face and it seemed to be absorbed by Fenris' cheeks, since they blushed. It was actually the first time Sebastian had seen Fenris truly blush and he instantly fell into hysterical laughter, with the pair both blushing now.
But it made Hawke wonder; is that what Fenris had been planning this whole time? The disappearances in both Ferelden and Orzammar, regular walks with Bruiser, what was that elf up to? No matter what it was, if it is what she thought it was, it made her shiver with both fear and anticipation. It was well known to those extremely close to her that Hawke was terrified of being tied down, and bearing all of her secrets to someone. As much as she loved Fenris, she still kept a few secrets locked away inside of her, because of the thought of someone knowing everything terrified Hawke to no end.
She shook her head from those thoughts as they arrived outside the estate. A mischievous smile spread across her face, now the true fun was really going to begin.
Carver huffed in frustration as Aveline slammed his hand down onto the table, everyone cheering the guard captain on as she yet again defeated someone in an arm-wrestle. This whole thing started when Varric had bet that Aveline could beat every man in this room at arm-wrestling. First was Donnic, who knew better than to go against his wife but did anyway. Next was Sebastian, who went down in an instant. Varric was getting richer by the moment. Now she had just won against Carver.
It seems that every man's pride was getting crushed tonight by Aveline.
"Elf! It's your turn," Varric laughed as everyone turned to Fenris, who was scowling at the whole event.
"I do not need to prove my worth against Aveline," Fenris replied with a snarl.
"Oh come on Fenrish, it'sh just a littllllle fun," Isabella slurred, already drunk from the whiskey and the other alcohol that Hawke had.
Fenris rolled his eyes at the drunken Isabella, who had her arm drunkenly around his shoulder as she leaned into him. Sebastian removed Isabella from Fenris and just sat her down, a hint of possession in his eyes.
"You still need to prove that you can sweep Hawke off her feet," Bianca grinned.
With a groan of exasperation, Fenris slumped into the chair opposite Aveline, and the pair held each other's hands in a vice-like grip. Both Aveline and Fenris stared into each other's eyes to try and put off one another. When Varric signalled to go, both of their arms were not moving but just shaking, their strength matched.
Suddenly, Fenris felt someone kissing along his ear, trailing feverish kisses down to his neck before whispering into his ear:
"Est scelerisque crustulum in culina."*
In that moment, Aveline slammed Fenris' hand to the table and a cheer of victory came from the others, but Fenris had already disappeared and the only thing that was moving was the kitchen, which had been slammed shut.
"Hawke, what did you say to Fenris?" Merrill asked.
Hawke grinned mischievously as she pressed her index finger to her own lips and countdown from five on her fingers slowly. When Hawke's pinky finger went down, a scream of annoyance came from the kitchen.
Orana opened the door, her usual dress covered in chocolate and flour.
"Excuse me, mistress Hawke, but you need to control Bruiser and ser Fenris, the third chocolate cake I've had to bake has been…I'm so sorry mistress, I'll try better next time!" Orana babbled, but Hawke smiled warmly at the troubled elf and handed her a couple of sovereigns as an apology before walking into the kitchen, signalling everyone to follow. Soon the whole kitchen was filled with the roars of laughter at the scene before them:
The chocolate wedding cake that was a 'little taller than Varric', as Bianca described through tears of laughter, had been completely demolished by both Fenris and Bruiser, the floor was covered in chocolate icing as the elf and mabari munched away on handfuls of chocolatey goodness. Fenris' clothes were covered in crumbs and patches of chocolate icing as the elf was oblivious to everyone there, apart from the chocolate cake and Hawke. She tried her best to keep in her laugh as she smiled sweetly to Fenris and she scowled slightly at Bruiser.
"I think you two need a bath after this," she chuckled quietly as Fenris just looked up at her innocently, silently eating the cake as if it was his last ever meal.
Everyone else was still in hysterics when Bodahn came running in with a message for Hawke. As Hawke read the words on the piece of parchment, her face slowly became paler than usual and her beaming smile turned into a frown of concern. Fenris immediately saw the effect the letter had on her, and wiping his mouth, he immediately stood up.
"Has something happened?"
But Hawke remained quiet, not uttering a second word as it appeared she was re-reading the letter once again.
Suddenly, she just dropped the letter and ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Fenris picked up the letter and whilst reading its contents, his markings began to glow viciously. Varric and the group instantly noticed the elf's change in behaviour.
"What's wrong?" Bianca asked what was on everyone's mind.
"We need to get our armour. NOW! No time to explain," Fenris spoke firmly, making sure that everyone realised that this was serious.
"Everyone meet in the Chantry courtyard. Pronto," Hawke emerged behind everyone in her champion's robes and her father's staff. Varric gulped as he knew that whenever Hawke brought her father's staff with them on missions, that shit was going to go down.
As everyone began to leave the mansion, Fenris' hand gripped tightly onto Hawke's arm. The couple locked eyes, both with completely serious expressions but with the love that they only showed when they were completely alone.
"Something bad is going to happen, especially with who wrote the letter," Fenris could read Hawke's mind like a book, saying exactly what is on her mind.
"I know, and Fenris…I…"
Suddenly, Fenris pulled Hawke towards him and kissed her lips passionately in desperation. Hawke wrapped her arms around him and soon enough their tongues delved into their usual dance. But Fenris parted unexpectedly and cupped Hawke's face in his hands, a small smile on his face.
"Felix finis erit nobis?"** He whispered to her sincerely, moving one of his hands slowly to her waist whilst the other tucked a stubborn lock of red hair behind her ear.
"I bloody hope so; otherwise this will be a battle not worth fighting for," Hawke paused for a moment before continuing, "I'll be waiting down here for you."
Fenris simply nodded, kissed her forehead and marched up the stairs to equip his armour.
As soon as Fenris was out of her sight, she pulled out the necklace he gave her, her fingertips tracing over the emeralds in the wolf's eyes.
"I'll make sure we have a happy ending Fenris or I'll die trying."
~Arcanum/Latin translation~
"Est scelerisque crustulum in culina."*- There is chocolate cake in the kitchen.
"Felix finis erit nobis?"**- "Will we have a happy ending?"
If you want to read the sequel, it will be out as soon as I finish the commissions, as I said at the beginning, so just follow me if you want. Just saying. XD
