The Dragonborn comes home

by Hossfeathers

Ragnthor of the Isles comes home to Skyrim after being gone for 8 years. He had come home to visit is family and maybe repair a romance that had been broken by the way he left. Little did he know that coming home was but a small step in his journey. (will go through story and all dlc with and ending set many years after Dragonborn.) M for violence

17. Chapter 17:A Party and A Client

Chapter 17

Ragnthor

It took Ragnthor 8 days to get home, riding almost straight through. He barely knew where he was most of the time, trusting Ahearn to get them home. While Ahearn walked along, Ragnthor just sat there, lost in thought and smoking. They only made one real stop the whole way back. On one of the few moment when his head was clear he noticed that they were standing in the middle of a small clearing and Ahearn was looking at him. He shook his head and realized they had been traveling for 4 days straight.

He groaned as he swung off. "Sorry boy, let's get that saddle off of you." He untied the cinch and slid the saddle off of Ahearn's back then slipped off the headstall. "There you go. Now go and relax, we won't leave until tomorrow." Ahearn snorted as he walked off.

Ragnthor smiled as he watched Ahearn take pleasure in the joy of simple things. He shook his head as he staggered over to a stream that ran through one side of the clearing. He knelt down and splashed his face. Then he stripped of his armor and ran his hands through his hair. He splashed more water on his face then stood and packed his armor back to the saddle. He stood there for a moment and looked around, admiring the beauty of this little spot. He walked over to the edge of the clearing and sat down with his back to the tree. He sat there, lost in thought. He ran through the last year or so trying to find what could have driven her away. He could only think that it was him. He shook his head and sighed. He looked up at the sky and saw that it had grown dark so he made a fire. He sat down in front of it and pulled out his dagger. He turned it over in his hands and felt the blade, thinking about how easy it could be. Just a quick stab and a brief second of pain then he would follow Arkay to peace. Suddenly he flipped it over and slammed it point first into the ground. He stood and rubbed the sides of his head then looked up into the sky.

"Are you up there Father? Because I could use some help." He walked over and laid his head against a tree. "I don't know what to do. I'm just tired and swinging blindly here." He looked back up at the sky and saw nothing. He shook his head and laid down next the fire.

3 days later he was sitting in the woods behind his house, debating whether or not to go in. He saw Ralof come out and he urged Ahearn forward. When he got behind Ralof he swung off.

He tapped him on the shoulder. "Morning Ralof."

Ralof jumped. "By the gods Ragnthor, when did you get back?"

Ragnthor cracked a small smile. "Not too long ago. Been sitting in the woods thinking about coming in."

Ralof gave him a questioning look. "Why would you do that? And where is Lydia?"

Tears filled Ragnthor's eyes. "It's the same reason. Because she's gone." Ralof's eyes went wide and he put a hand on Ragnthor's shoulder. "Yea, that kind of gone. We had a small falling out about a week before you arrived. After we fought a dragon in Kynesgrove it just all fell apart. I tried to talk her out of it but all I got was a fist to the head. When I came to she was gone and I don't know where she has gone. I spent all that night in the bar and drank almost all of my money."

Ralof shook his head with disbelieve. "She really left. I don't know what to say. Is there anything I can do?"

Ragnthor nodded. "I need to be in Solitude in a month and I have no one to watch Lucia. Could you be bothered to keep watching her for me? I would take her but I have a feeling it will be filled with more danger that I can protect her from."

Ralof nodded his head. "I think we will be able to do that. Let's go inside, Lucia has been missing you two and should here was happened from you." Ragnthor nodded and they walked into the house.

Brasella was serving breakfast as they walked into the house. Lucia looked up at the sound of the door and smiled when she saw Ragnthor. She ran over and gave him a hug saying "Your home." She looked around for a moment then asked "Where's Lydia?"

Ragnthor sat down at the table. "I don't know Lucia. I just don't know."

She looked at him with questioning eyes. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Ragnthor looked her in the eyes, feeling empty. "Just that. We had a disagreement and she told me she never want to see me again. She ran off and I never saw any tracks."

Lucia started crying and when he moved to comfort her, she recoiled. "Leave me alone!" She ran to her room and slammed the door.

Ragnthor just sat there shaking his head. Brasella moved over to him. "There is nothing wrong Ragnthor. She is just in shock. But wasn't there a nice way to tell her?"

He kept shaking his head. "This is the nicest way I could think of. Nicer than I got. Would have preferred her leave during the night and leave a note. Instead I tell her I loved her and she knocked me out." He looked up and saw their faces. "Could we continue this tonight? I think it's best if I make myself scarce for a while and there are a few things I need from town." They nodded and he walked out the door.

5 or 6 hours later he was walking down the lane toward the house, packing a package over his shoulder. He saw Lucia sitting on the fence, watching Ahearn and the cow. He walked over to her.

"How do you feel, little lass?" He asked, leaning the package on the fence.

She looked over at him with a tear streaked face. "I don't know. It almost feels like when mom and dad died." She looked back out at the field. "You said she never wanted to see you again. Did you want her to leave?"

Ragnthor sighed as he reached into his pocket. "Hold out your hand Lucia." She did and he dropped something in it. "Do you know what these are?"

She looked down at her hand. "The bigger one is a diamond. The smaller ones are a ruby, sapphire, emerald, amethyst, and garnet."

Ragnthor nodded. "That's right. Do you know what these were for?" She shook her head. "These were for the ring I was going to make for Lydia. All 8 years I was gone I had saved up for these 5 gems." He arranged the gems in her hand so the ruby was in the center and it looked like a star. "I didn't want her to leave. I wanted her to stay. But I will never force someone to do something they don't want." He looked up and gave her a little smile and closed her hand over the stones. "Why don't you keep these. Without Lydia they just hurt to look at. But If Lydia does come back, I might need them back." Lucia nodded and ran off into the house.

After dinner that night Ragnthor sat up talking with Ralof and Brasella. "Brasella, I know you have places that you might need to be but I need to ask a favor. Lucia has no one here and I need to be in Solitude. Could you stay on with Ralof and help watch her?"

She nodded. "Of course. It's the least I can do after you saved my life. But why do you need to be in Solitude? I thought you left the Legion."

Ragnthor shook his head. "It's not the Legion I am going to see. It because of being the Dragonborn. I am following up a lead on why the dragons have returned. And I would take Lucia but I might be breaking into the Thalmor Embassy so I might need to move fast and I just can't do that with a child."

Ralof's brows shot up. "The Thalmor? Do you really want to messing with them?"

Ragnthor shook his head. "No, I don't. There is a chance that they could trace me back to everyone I care about but I have yet to find another lead." He rubbed his head and sighed.

Ralof put his arm around Brasella. "We will watch her for you. When do you plan to leave?"

Ragnthor looked out the window. "Not for a few days. I will stay to help cut the hay. And I will need it this year. I have 15, 20 head of horses coming toward the end of this summer. And I will leave you Ahearn, to haul the hay and go to town." They nodded. "Now if you will excuse me, I have had a long week and would like some sleep." With that he stood and walked up the stairs to bed.

Lydia

The group Lydia had joined sat around the bar for a few days while their leader, a massive brute of a man who was called Mountain, looked for work. She sat around drinking at getting to know them. There was Skinner, a small, shifty looking Khajiit who was a master with knifes. She had watched him hit a knot in a post from 20 ft away. There was Swims-The-Rivers, an Argonian pugilist who, she was told, was also a werecrocodile who had the blessing of Hircine. There was a Dunmer mage named Nivaer, a Redguard warrior named Maral and a Bosmer archer named Selehil. For some reason Selehil took a liking to her and spent a lot of time with her.

On the 3rd day Mountain come in. "Alright you louts, I found us a highborn who is traveling to Riften. We have hired on as his guards. This is going to be a normal run with no special requests, he has given us full command over how we do this. So here is how we are going to travel. Aednat, you and Selehil are going to be the forward scouts and you listen to her. She has been with me longer than anyone else and she will teach you the ropes. Rivers, you are the rear scout. Now the highborn don't know about your…condition, so only use it as a last resort. Nivaer, you are driving the wagon. I know you hate it but you don't have to be on the ground to fight. Maral, you will take the left side and I will take the right." He looked around at them and smiled. "We do this right and we will walk away with a pile of gold. We do this wrong and we will be leaving someone on the ground. Now go get some shut eye, we leave at dawn." They all nodded and left.

They left just as the sun was breaking over the horizon with Black Moon pulling the wagon. They moved as fast as they could, knowing that for the next 3 days they would be passing through country filled with both bandits and wild beasts. Toward the end of the 3rd day Lydia heard Selehil whistle. As she walked over she saw Selehil crouching over something.

She pointed down. "Do you know what this is?"

Lydia crouched down and nodded. "It's the track of a war dog, at least part wolf from the size of it. Well trained too, to be out scouting by its self."

Selehil looked over and nodded. "Right you are. And not more than 10 minutes old. It would seem someone plans to attack. One of us needs to drop back and warn Mountain."

Lydia nodded. "You go. You move faster and quieter than me." Selehil nodded and took off towards the group.

A few minutes later she heard fighting behind her and she ran toward it. As she rounded the bend she saw they were being attacked by a group of around 15 men and dogs. She saw one coming up behind Selehil and reacted instantly. She drew and threw her sword in one motion. It took the bandit in the back. She tore her sword out of the woman and roared, pounding her sword on her shield. A group of 3 turned toward her. She charged and slammed into the first one with her shield, knocking him to the ground. She slammed her foot down on his head until she felt something give. She saw a flash in the corner of her eye and raised her shield. She felt a sword scrape across it and thrust her sword around the edge. She felt it sink deep and she shoved her shield forward, catching the bandit in the chest and shoving him off her sword. She severed his head as he fell to the ground. A dog bit her leg and she swung her shield at it, feeling something snap. She felt something slam into the back of her armor and spun, shield up. She caught a blow on her shield and pushed, throwing the woman off balance. She saw the fear in the woman's sole eye and she drove her sword deep into bandit's chest. Lydia stood there, chest heaving, as looked for the next foe. There was none. She wiped her sword on a bandit's shirt and sheathed it.

Mountain walked up and slapped her on the shoulder. "You did good Aednat. Turns out my wild gamble has paid off, with you saving Selehil and all." He turned and shouted "Alright, strip them of any valuables. Then we move out."

Everyone offered up an "Aye, Aye" and got to work.

They passed the rest of the week without any more trouble. When they got to Riften, Lydia unhitched Black Moon and paid to board him in the stable. After she was finished brushing him down she walked into the town and into the bar where she found her companions waiting. She got a bottle of mead and sat down at a corner table. Selehil came and sat by her.

Selehil looked over at her. "So what brings a highborn woman like you working with a band of sellswords?"

Lydia looked over at her and took a sip from her bottle. "I am no highborn. My father was a drunk who the Thane of Whiterun took pity on and hired. He died 8 years back."

Selehil smiled sweetly at her. "Ok, I believe that but how did you learn to fight as you do?"

Lydia took another drink. "I served the Jarl of Whiterun for 8 years. I must have impressed the Companions because one of their better fighters taught me more."

Selehil just looked at her. "But you don't fight like a Companion. So who taught you to fight like you do now?"

Lydia finished her bottle and stared at the fire. "No one. I fight this way for reasons I will keep to myself."

Selehil chuckled. "One day I will learn why."

Suddenly Mountain walked in. "Alright men, and women. The highborn followed through and we have our money. Split between us all it comes to 750 gold a piece." They all cheered and he waved his hand to quiet them. "Now don't get to happy. You won't have much time to spend that, which might be a good thing. A person saw us come into town and she wants to hire us to take her to Solitude for some party at the Thalmor Embassy. Now you all know how I feel about those elves but she has offered to pay double our usual rate so I have accepted. We will use the same formation as this last trip with a minor change. She wants to ride her own horse, not wanting to use the wagon. And if she wants to change it, listen. This is the biggest paycheck we have had in a long while. Now go get your rest because we leave in the morning." He laughed as they groaned.

Lydia drained what was left in her bottle and walked out the door. She had made it back to the stable when Selehil caught up to her.

"What are you doing out here?"

Lydia looked over at her. "I'm going to sleep in the stable. Even if I have to pay it will be cheaper than the inn. If I get out of this alive I will have 11 or 12,000 gold. That's enough to leave Skyrim."

Selehil walked over and put her hand on Lydia's shoulder. "Let me tell you something. Mountain hates the cold. So after this job or maybe one more we will be leaving Skyrim for the winter. And Maral wants to visit his sister so odds are we will end up in Hammerfell. So stick with us and you should get out of Skyrim for free."

Lydia nodded. "Thanks for the tip, I will look in on it. Now if you will excuse me, I need some sleep before we head out tomorrow." Selehil nodded and left.

Lydia pulled a blanket out of her pack and laid it on the floor in front of the stall. She sat and relaxed as she leaned her back against the wall. She smiled as she felt Black Moon nibbled on her hair. She reached up and rubbed his head as she fell asleep.

The next morning she walked back to the inn and waited for everyone to come down. She ordered some bread and milk and started to eat as a woman walked in. She was tall with black hair, wore fine clothes, and from the way she was walking she was carrying one, maybe two concealed weapons.

Selehil walked up to Lydia. "I see you are looking at our new boss. Looks like a piece of work, doesn't she."

Lydia nodded and finished her milk. "If she is who I think she is, she is known as a piece of work throughout all the holds."

Selehil raised an eyebrow. "And who do you think she is?"

Lydia looked over at her. "I would wager its Maven Black-Briar. The Jarl was always getting reports of her influencing the Jarl here. According to some reports, she is the reason this is one of the most corrupt holds in Skyrim. Not that I'm complaining, as long as she pays and doesn't make me get involved in her dealings I'm fine."

Selehil put her hand on Lydia's shoulder. "The world has all kinds of kinds. But put your trust in Mountain. He doesn't like getting involved in shadow dealings and will back us out of anything that leads to that. He might not look like it but he is the most honorable man I have met."

Lydia thought back and sighed. "You know, I know a person like that. But in a burst of anger more worthy of a youth I drove him away."

Selehil smiled at her. "So that's what drove you to us. I told you I would learn everything you had to hide Aednat."

Lydia snorted and swung her fist at Selehil. "Why you dirty knife ear. Teach me to talk near you again."

Soon Mountain can out. "Alright men. This is our escort, Lady Maven Black-Briar. We will need to be in Solitude in 3 weeks at the latest." He turned to Maven "Lady Black-Briar, we do have a formation that has worked before. The 2 women over there are the front scouts, the Argonian is the rear scout and the Redguard and myself will be on either side of you with then Dunmer walks in front."

Maven walked over to Lydia. "Where are you from?"

Mountain gestured and Lydia bowed her head. "Whiterun my lady. I served in the Jarls guard for a little over 8 years, reaching the rank of Housecarl." She saw Mountain's eyes go wide and heard Selehil gasp.

Maven put her hand to her chin. "A prestigious role. What processed you to leave?"

Lydia stood and looked her in the eye. "I grew tired of serving the court and I hadn't seen any action in over 2 years. So I asked the Jarl for my release and wandered. I found myself in Windhelm and these folks took me in."

Maven looked over at Mountain. "I would like, "she looked back at her "What is your name?"

Lydia sat down. "You my call me Aednat, my lady."

Maven looked back at Mountain. "I wish for Aednat to ride beside me. It will be wonderful to have someone who at least knows how someone of my stature should be treated." She looked over at Skinner, Rivers and Maral.

Mountain nodded. "Of course, Lady Black-Briar. If you will follow us we will get your horse ready. We shall leave as soon as Aednat gets her horse saddled."

Maven nodded. "Lead on." And they walked outside.

Lydia shook her head. "By the gods, get away from a highborn just to run into another." She walked out to get Black Moon ready.

Soon they were on their way. It was a quiet trip, with no trouble from man or beast. Lydia spent most of her time silent of talking to Maven. From time to time Maven would try to get her to work for her directly but each time she politely refused. Lydia felt a slight shift in the group so at night she would find a tree s short distance from camp and fall asleep with Black Moon close by.

A day shy of 3 weeks they saw the gates of Solitude. As Mountain lead Maven into town, Lydia lead Black Moon and Maven's horse to the stable. As she walked into the town the sun was setting. She walked into the first inn she saw, knowing that is where her company would be. As she sat down at the bar she heard someone speak behind her.

"A message for the Thane of Whiterun. Your friend will be there in 2 and half weeks. And another friend says if you aren't there by then he will take what he wants and leave."

A deep voice behind her chuckled. "Send a message back. Tell Ralof that I will be leaving the day after tomorrow."

Lydia quickly and quietly stood and left. She wiped her face with the back of her hand as she walked down to the river. She stood there, watching the water flow toward the sea, as she struggle to control her emotions. She had just mastered them when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Selehil.

Selehil looked at her with concerned eyes. "Hey, what caused you to leave so quickly?"

Lydia just looked over t her. "I was just confronted by something I had hoped to not have to deal with. It Turns out Skyrim is a small place."

Selehil put her hand on Lydia's shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Lydia cracked a small smile. "No, I'm fine now. But I think I would rather spend the night out here than run into him again." Selehil nodded and left.

Lydia sat down in front of Black Moon's stall. "What a way to end the day." She sighed as she laid back against the wall and fell asleep.

Ragnthor

Ragnthor heard a stool slid on the ground and looked. He saw a woman walk out the door and caught a glimpse of her brown hair. He recognized the armor and thought Damn, that was Lydia. Had I know she was here I would have kept my voice down.

He sighed and shook his head while he handed a bag to the person across from him. "Well Malborn, This should be all I need for tomorrow. You sure you are ok with this? Because there is sure to be another way."

The Bosmer shook his head. "No, I have waited for years to get my revenge for what they did to my family." He looked in the bag and his eyes got a questioning look. "What are you going to do if you run into trouble? There is no weapon here."

Ragnthor held up his hands. "The gods have given men and mer more than just steel to beat down their foes. I hope to get through this without spilling blood but if worse comes to worse, I have ended more than my fair share of men with these."

Malborn swallowed and nodded. "Well then I shall see you tomorrow. Say nothing of our meeting." Ragnthor nodded and he left.

Ragnthor finished what was left of his mead and walked outside. He wandered down to the stables where he had arranged to spend the night. As he walked through the door he saw Black Moon and as he got closer he saw a person sitting on the floor in front of his stall. It was Lydia. He stood there for a while thinking about going over and talking to her. Just as he resolved to talk to her, he noticed that she was asleep. She looked peaceful, all the lines of her face relaxed. He sighed as he back out of the door.

He walked down to the river where he spread his blanket. As he sat there, looking out at the night he thought about his choice. "Well maybe its better this way. A clean break heals faster. And I wouldn't want to force her back if I could. It's her choice on what path to take throughout life." He then laid down and drifted off to sleep.

When he woke the next morning he stripped off his clothes and jumped into the river. He gasped at the cold as his head broke the surface then he walked back to the shore and pulled out some soap Delphine had given him and rubbed himself down then jumped back in. He climbed out and shook as much of the water off as he could. Then he put on so fancy clothes Delphine had given him and ran a comb through his hair. After that was done he walked back to the stables where Delphine and a wagon were waiting.

She handed him a piece of paper as he climb in. "This will get you into the party. Do not lose it." He waved a dismissive hand as she continued. "Are you sure you are ready for this? I don't want you to go in and get yourself or Malborn killed."

Ragnthor nodded. "Don't worry. I plan to keep it as quiet as I can." Delphine nodded as the wagon started to move.

Around 2 or so hours later they pulled up in front of a large complex. Ragnthor jumped out f the wagon and bid the driver fair well as he walked toward the buildings. A guard stopped him then let him through after he checked the invitation. As soon as he walked in he was stopped by someone.

An Aldmeri woman held out her hand. "So you must be Ragnthor of the Isles. It is a pleasure to meet you. It's surprising for a man so young to be made Thane."

Ragnthor shook her hand. "And you must be Elenwen. It is a pleasure to be invited to one of your parties. It looks like some of those I have seen in Valenwood."

Her eyes widened. "When have you been to Valenwood? Surely I would have heard if one such as yourself had been there."

Ragnthor chuckled. "I doubt you would have. It was in my slightly younger years when I was wandering the land. I was serving as a guard for a noble in Hammerfell during a trip of his there. Sadly my employer did not make it home. He failed to realize that one does not try to play court intrigue with the Aldmeri Dominion and someone must had slipped a large amount of poison in his wine for he dropped dead at a party such as this. I do hope tonight's entertainment does not take such a dire tone."

Elenwen's nodded. "So do we all. Now if you will excuse me, I must see to my other guests." Ragnthor nodded as she left.

He walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. Malborn brought it and whispered. "I can't get you in the back with all these people. You need a distraction." Ragnthor nodded and walked back into the crowd.

He sat down next to a man on a bench. "Now you sir, look like a man to know."

The man looked over at him and held out a hand. "The names Razelan, I am here representing the East Empire Trading Company. And how are you my dear man?"

Ragnthor shook and smiled. "Ragnthor of the Isles, Thane of Whiterun. And also in need of a favor."

Razelan looked at him. "What kind of a favor?"

Ragnthor nodded over at the Bosmeri serving girl. "I would like a little time alone with her but as long as the party stays as it is there is no way."

Razelan smiled at him. "Well you sir are talking to the master of distractions. But I need a little something myself. Elenwen has put me on a drinking probation since an incident at her last party. But if you can get me a bottle of brandy, I will make it so you could sneak a dragon in here."

Ragnthor smiled. "Well today is a lucky day. I just happen to have a bottle with me." He handed the bottle to Razelan who took it with glee.

Razelan took a swing and stood. "You had better get ready because this is going to be good." Ragnthor nodded.

He was walking over to the bar when he heard Razelan start making a toast. Ragnthor tapped on the bar. "Let's go Malborn."

Malborn led him to a back room with a chest. "There is your gear. The way to the records is through that door. Now I have to get back before I am missed. Good luck."

Ragnthor put on his armor and walked through the door. There were 2 guards. As one started to open his mouth Ragnthor swung, knocking the man out cold. He darted to the next and snapped her neck. He then went up stairs to check for information. As he was closing a door he heard a zap and his muscles started jerking. He turned and saw a mage preparing to throw another bolt. Ragnthor turned, picked up an end table and threw it at the mage, hitting him in the chest and knocking him out the window. He jumped out the window after the man and hit the ground with a grunt. He looked up to find himself surrounded. He darted to the left and disarmed the man before killing him with his own sword. Then he launched himself at the other 4. A few minutes later he was walking toward a building at the far end of the complex.

He looked around the office and found nothing relating to the dragons. As he checked the downstairs he found a locked door. Throwing himself against it, he smashed it open. When the dust cleared he found himself in a small torture chamber. He walked down the stair and found a man tied up in a cell. He took a hammer he found and the ground and beat the lock until it broke. He untied the man and carried him out of the cell.

He looked at the man. "Who did this to you?"

The man rubbed his arm. "The elves did. That thought I had information on a man they were looking for. They kept looking at books they kept in the chest there."

Ragnthor walked over to the chest and opened it. Inside he found a collection of notes. There was one on the dragons, one on Delphine and one on a man named Esbern. Suddenly he heard footsteps and a voice called down to him.

"Cease and desist, Ragnthor. We have the Bosmeri scum as well. Put the documents back in the chest and wait for one of the guards to get you if you both want to live."

Ragnthor stood and summoned his strength. "TIID KLO UL!"

He tore off toward the stairs, struggling against the strands of time that tried to hold him back. He saw 2 guards coming down the stairs. He drew the sword he had taken and rammed it deep into one's chest. He tore it out and, spinning, chopped off the others head. He continued up the stairs and saw the 3rd was swinging at Malborn's head. Ragnthor lunged forward, barely making it in time. He blocked the blade with one hand as he crushed the guard's windpipe with the other. As the man fell to the floor, the stands of time loosened their grip.

As Ragnthor, cut his bonds, Malborn asked "What happened? I thought I was dead then everything slowed down."

Ragnthor helped him stand then smiled. "I slowed time." As Malborn looked at him in amazement he laughed. "It's a Dragonborn thing. Now let's get out of here."

The man down stairs spoke. "There is a trap door down here."

Ragnthor walked down there and saw it had a lock. He checked the pockets of one of the guards and found the key. He opened the door and dropped down.

He heard something walking on the level below him. He crept over to the edge and saw a troll. He cursed and drew his sword. He waited until the troll was right below him then he jumped. As he fell, he rammed the blade through the troll's skull. The troll shuttered and fell to the ground. He stood and left, leaving the sword in its head.

He walked out the back of the cave and waited for Malborn. Soon Malborn and the other man walked out in shock.

"Did you kill that troll?"

Ragnthor nodded. "I did. Now you need to get out of here, now. It won't take long for them to guess what we did and come after us. If you are looking for a place to hide, the Jarls in the south are less tolerant of Thalmor." They nodded and left.

Ragnthor stayed for a few minutes, hiding their tracks as best he could. When he was finished he took off into the woods. He ran for a few hours before he came to cliff overlooking the valley. He took a deep breath and sighed as he looked out over the beautiful sight. He stood there for a few minutes before he pulled off his gauntlets and started to climb down.

-Author's note: Some people have asked for me to try writing this way so here it is. Now this is my first time ever writing like this so any help in refining is welcome. And again, thank you for reading. It's always nice to know some likes what you put out there. And for all you happy couples out there, have a happy Valentine's Day. And for all you single people out there, welcome to the club. And here's hoping no one gets dumped.