Chapter 29

A warning to all reading, there is a lot of dragon language in this chapter. The translations are right after the dragon language so no one will have to look anything up.

On another note, there is only two chapters to go. The next chapter is going to be a doozy and will answer those hints give through out this story and the meaning behind the title.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I totally changed the way things went from the real mission. Let me know what you think.

Oh and since this story is almost at an end and so is my other story, there will be a new story going up today called Seeing a Different Way. Check it out if you have the time.

Argis stood with Jorik in the main hall at High Hrothgar. Ulfric entered first. General Tullius had arrived last night as had Balgruuf. Argis was worried how these talks would go, Jorik's eyes hadn't changed back since two days ago when they fought the dragon on their way here. He shook his head, and almost rolled his eyes when he heard the rumbling growl from Jorik.

Argis glanced back to the doors and found the two blades ther along with Elewen. "Oh damned it to Oblivion. Jorik you can't kill them, no matter how tempting," Argis warned, keeping a firm hold on Jorik's arm.

He clutched the arm tighter as the two factions walked by them. He could see one thinking of stopping but they continued with a smug smile. Usually he didn't care what race a person was, but those damned elves he hated with a passion. When he felt Jorik relax slowly he let him go. He wasn't sure if that was the greatest of plans since his husband was still growling.

"Dovahkiin it looks like everyone is here," Arngeir stated, motioning him forward. "I think your husband should stay out here."

"Niid." {no} Jorik growled and stalked by the elder.

Argis followed closely, not actually wanting to be involved in this part, but he knew it was in everyone's best interest that he involved himself. He didn't want to see what his husband would do if these talks didn't go how his dragons souls wanted. He knew it wouldn't be pretty. If they Greybeards and Jarl Balgruuf and Elesif wasn't here he wouldn't care. The four factions that annoyed his husband the most were sitting in one room.

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Argis nearly groaned, no sooner has they taken a seat and the yelling started. He could feel Jorik shaking beside him, the low rumble becoming loud the more the arguments continued.

"NAHLOT!" {Silence} Jorik voice thundered through the room, bits of rock from the roof fell onto the table. Dead silence filled the room, as everyone stared at him fearfully. No one twitched, not wanting to attract his attention.

He turned his attention to Elewen, and glared at her. "lif vith hin nuvah los nilaan!" {leave serpent your presences is unwanted!} he snarled. Argis nearly choked on laughter at that insult. Argis stilled when Jorik turned his attention to the blades. "ziin do hi lif us Zu'u krii hi dimaar dovah kriivah." {The two of you leave before I kill you myself dragon murders.}

Elewen's eyes narrowed, "What did he just say?" she asked.

"He told you to leave serpent," Arngeir answered shifting uncomfortably. His stoic face twitching as he held in his laughter. He couldn't wait to translate Jorik's message to the blades.

"How dare he!" Elewen growled, her hands lit with magic ready to teach the heathen a lessen.

"FUS RO DAH!" All watched as Jorik shouted and Elewen hit the wall, sliding down to the floor in a heap. She struggled to sit up and glowered at the man who just sent her flying.

"For this you will die!" she snarled.

Jorik walked over to her, "YOL TOOR SHUL," great flames spouted from his mouth and he watched the woman burnt, dying long before the flames went out. Arngeir scowled, but kept his mouth shut, he didn't agree with what just happened, but he wasn't about to berate the man. He just hoped the blades stepped out of line too. That he couldn't wait for.

Arngeir turned to the blades, "Don't you want to know what he said?" he asked pleasantly.

"Should we even ask?" the woman asked snidely.

"He told you to leave as well dragon murderers," He answered with a slight smile and waited for them to protest. The smile dropped from his face when they turned and left. He turned back to the remainder that was assembled, "Shall we continue?"

"Nid. Zu'u fen ni skunvar himdah. Daar kein fen helt erei Alduin los dilon uv Zu'u fen vos Alduin wah vald Keizaal. Ofan hin fahral nu." { No. I will not bargain lands. This war will stop until Alduin is dead or I will allow Alduin to decimate Skyrim. Give your answer now.}

"Who is he kicking out now?" Balgruuf asked nervously.

"He's not. He's telling there will be no negotiations of land. That this war will stop until Alduin is dead or he will allow Alduin to destroy Skyrim. He demands your answer now." Arngeir answered quietly.

All others in the room glanced at Ulfric and Tullius, none saying a word, all wondered what these two will do. "Fine, there will be no more attacks until Jorik says that Alduin is dead," Ulfric muttered watching the Dovahkiin nervously.

"Agreed," Tullius stated with a nod. They both went over to Arngeir where he was writing out the short terms of the agreement, they both signed.

"Bronjun lost horvutah nuk, ol das ol Zu'u los ahst Ahrolsedovah Zu'u fen for dovah." { Jarl have the trap ready, as soon as I am at Whiterun I will be calling the dragon.} Jorik stated and walked out of the room.

Balgruuf watched as he left, "Should I even ask what he said?" he asked looking to the Greybeard in the room.

"He told you to get the trap ready. When he gets to Whiterun he will call the dragon," Arngeir answered quietly. Balgruuf watched his friend walk out and knew without a doubt he had made the right choice. They were never meant to be together, he wouldn't have been safe. He glanced at Jorik's husband before they disappeared around the corner. He didn't seem bothered at all at what happened here. It was easy to see they were meant to be together.

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Argis stood back near the door as Jorik had ordered. He was surprised to see Vilkas and Farkas there, but they had been ordered not to harm the dragon, they were to protect him at all costs. If he didn't know his husband so well he would have thought Jorik thought he was weak, but he knew that was furthest from the truth.

"What is he waiting for?" Balgruuf asked with annoyance.

"He won't call until he feels something nearby," Argis answered, rolling his eyes.

"How close does this dragon have to be?" Vilkas asked.

"Not very…"

"ODAHVIING!" Argis glanced at his husband when his shout cut him off. He waited and knew before they heard the answering roar that the dragon was coming. He saw the stiffening of Jorik's body, how his hand gripped his sword.

"I heard we are at peace at the moment. How did the negotiations go?" Farkas asked as they watched Jorik lead the dragon into the trap.

"Interesting, educational too," Argis murmured with a grin.

"What does that mean?" Vilkas grumbled.

"It means, that the Thalmor Embassador is dead, the blades are running with their tails between their legs. Tullius and Ulfric and probably hiding under their beds praying to all the divines that they never meet Jorik again," Balgruuf said with a laughter in his voice. "I wouldn't be surprised if Solitude and Windhelm gates were locked to Jorik, permanently."

"What did he do?" Farkas asked aghast.

"Killed Elewen with a shout, threatened both Ulfric and Tullius, and sent the blades running with one threat," Balgruuf answered with laughter.

"Drem yol lok Dovahkiin," The dragon greeted, the other warriors stopped talking turning their attention to what was happening.

"Will this all be in dragon?" Farkas asked in a whisper.

"Yes, it will be. Jorik's eyes haven't changed for a bit, they are still his dragon eyes. Plus every night now he has been having those dreams where Akatosh visits him." Argis answered, watching his husband talk with the dragon.

"So you won't be able to say bye to him properly," Farkas said looking sad at Argis.

"Who said I haven't?" Argis answered with a wicked grin. His grin turned to out right laughter when they all looked at him in astonishment.

"But… but he's more like a dragon now…" Vilkas sputtered, his cheeks turning a bright red when Jorik and the dragon stopped talking and turned their attention to him.

Argis grinned enjoying Vilkas' discomfort, "Yes he is," he said with a grin and gave his husband a heated look. He smiled softly when Jorik purred softly, he took the hand that was held out for him, bring him within touching distance to the dragon. He lifted his hand slowly, lightly placing it on the dragon's snout. "Drem yol lok Odahviing," he greeted.

"Drem yol lok Dovahkiin lin," {greating dragonborn's mate} Odahviing greeted, surprised that the human knew how to properly great a dragon. Then he thought about it for a moment, Dovahkiin was powerful, his thu'um very strong, it shouldn't be a surprise that his mate understood their ways. Odahviing sniffed both of them carefully, he was looking for the marking scent, wondering if mortals did the same as dragons but that wasn't what he caught. His eyes widened, he backed away quickly and bowed his head respectfully to dovahkiin and his mate.

"I will take the both of you," Odahviing stated. He had argued that he would only take Dovahkiin, but after what he just found out, he was taking them both.

"What's going on?" Argis asked.

"The only way to get to where Alduin hides is on my back. I will fly the both of you there," Odahviing stated, glancing at Jorik for a moment. "Release me and you shall learn what it truly means to be a dragon."

"If that means you plan on eating us, my blade will be your death," Argis warned fiercely.

Odahviing gave a raspy chuckle at the fire dovahkiin's mate had. "I will only fly you."

"Then lets be off," Argis stated as Dovahkiin gave the motion to set the dragon free. Argis hoped this was the right thing to do and not a trap. It didn't matter in the end, they needed to get to Alduin. He climbed on the back of the dragon sitting himself right behind his husband. Jorik's destiny was almost done, Alduin would be dead soon and then maybe they could figure out why Akatosh had such a keen interest in Jorik.