I actually had a different storyline to this fanfiction where Hadvar wasn't involved. That's the reason he didn't appear in chapter one.
Once the sunlight had hit both Rayn and Ralof their eyes had to adjust to the bright surroundings. They were free. Rayn turned to Ralof and smiled, she was so happy to be safe. If it wasn't for Ralof she would be hiding in a dark corner from spiders all day. Ralof looked at her and grinned cheekily back.
"This calls for a celebration!" Ralof announced happily bending down and wrapping his long arms around Rayn picking her up effortlessly and spinning her around.
Rayn wriggled around in his grip "Ralof, put me down!" She screeched feeling herself becoming dizzy already.
Ralof chuckled and put her back down on her feet "Your no fun." He said having to hold onto her arm steadying her.
Rayn narrowed her blood red eyes at him "Thanks" She spit out, pulling her arm out from his grasp "don't take me off guard like that."
Ralof rolled his eyes and smirked "Well uh.. since Markarth is a nights journey from here and all your wearing is some tattered armour I suppose you'll be needing somewhere to stay..." he trailed off "come to Riverwood with me. Its just down this path." He said and began walking down the snow covered path.
Rayn quickly followed behind him looking around at the tall trees, she had never been in this area before. The furthest she had got was the river outside Markarth. It's not that she wasn't allowed, it was because everything she needed was in the forest. Plants, meat and hide.
Ralof began with a speech about the history of Riverwood, about how his father had slain a giant that attacked the village a decade ago. Rayn found it very interesting but paid little attention.
In the distance there were three small black pillars that took Rayn's eye "What are they?" She asked looking up at Ralof.
"Those? They're Guardian Stones." He said walking over and placing his hand on one of the pillars.
"Thief, Mage and Warrior." Rayn read out "I'm not sure which one to pick" she said thinking it over a little.
"You don't have to pick straight away. There are others to pick." Ralof said and smiled.
"Which one are you?" Rayn asked looking at him "Let me guess... The Jackass- if there is one." she said and laughed a little "Or The King." She added also mockingly.
Ralof scrunched his nose at her "Are you mocking Nords?" he asked "You're a Nord!" he said shocked "How could you mock your own race? It's better than Imperial or Elf." He added.
"Oh yeah, because everything is better than Elf" Rayn said sarcastically "You know, this is what I don't like about being a Nord or pro-Stormcloak- you're so racist." she said "It makes me sick how you joke about Elves, Khajiit or any other race."
"Look Rayn... I can't change how Ulfric sees the 'Perfect Skyrim' even if it doesn't include other races. Yeah, I know it would be pretty boring without pointy ears or green monster-" he stopped and snickered at the 'monster' part and began again "but if Ulfric is going to be High King, Skyrim has to be perfect. For him, for us, for the Empire."
Rayn rolled her eyes "That damn Ulfric." she mutered.
"Lets go. You're going to want to meet my sister." Ralof said as they began walking down the path again.
"Nord!" A voice came from the forest behind them. Both Rayn and Ralof turned around to see someone familiar.
"Fin" Rayn mouthed. It was the Imperial that Rayn had met earlier at the block. The blonde haired man.
"Hadvar!" Ralof sneered through his teeth, he looked like a wolf that was ready to attack its prey.
Fin or 'Hadvar' began walking towards them with a rather calm expression compared to Ralof, he was taller than Ralof but not as muscular.
"Prisioners we meet again" Hadvar began "I've been looking for you both." Hadvar had a different accent to his voice. It wasn't as cold, it was welcoming and deep but not husky like Ralof.
The contrast between the blue Stormcloak armour and the brown Imperial armour looked so threatening.
Hadvar looked down at Rayn and noticed that Ralof was holding onto a bit of cloth on the back of her armour. "Kidnapping again, Ralof?" He asked with a smug smile.
Hadvar grabbed Ralof's arm "Let the woman go." he said calmy.
Ralof's free hand went to his back and pulled off his long claymore weilding it with both hands "Come on then, you filthy Deadra!"
Hadvar seemed hurt at the word 'Deadra', The Oblivion crisis was two-hundred years ago. Why was he so hurt?
Hadvar pulled out his sword and weilded it with a sturdy looking shield "Not again, Ralof. You know I won last time."
Rayn stepped in between them "Stop please. I hate fighting." she said looking from Ralof to Hadvar.
"Take the girl. She isin't as dirty as she looks. Ha-ha." Ralof chuckled "See ya' later, Rayn. When my sister hears an Imperial took you, she will prepare a grave for you."
Hadvar still looked calm when Ralof went down to the village in the distance. He seemed so casual when Ralof seemed so childish.
"Well.. I suppose General Tullius will be wanting to see you."