Oh god. I personally blame this on the (one) person that commented on this. I like reviews and all, but that one review made me suddenly want to continue this. So, thank you, random viewer called Lolana. You made me do this. (I don't really blame you to much. Don't feel guilty, or anything.)

Ahem, all the characters and shit belong to Bioware. If it was mine these two would be together, and they would be happy about it!

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It had been three years already. Three years since the deep roads. Three years since Fenris was tainted.

When they had come back from the deep roads, they had found out that Carver had decided to join the Templars. Anders knew that Fenris and Carver were some what friends, but it was still a surprise when the boy had said he would miss him.

After that it had been three months till they heard that Fenris had survived. Even though he was pissed at how long it took them to let them know he had lived, it was good to know that he had survived. And then there was that little kiss he had given Fenris as somewhat of a goodbye present, even though they had been rivals for all of the time they had known each other. It still saddened him that there was no possible way to contact him and no way to see him. That is unless he wants to go across the ocean, in a crammed ship, to Ferelden. He had already done that too many times in his life, and he wasn't ready to do it again. It was good that the little band of misfits managed to stay as happy as they could without the broody elf around. Even though they never mentioned him, Anders knew that they were always thinking about how the deep roads could have gone. The only thing he could do now is to get over his 'Rival' and focus on the plight of the mages.

He still had no idea what he could do for them at the moment. The Templars are getting even more stingy. He had (With the help of a curtain spirit) joined a mage underground. If there was anyone who he could count on to help him with his duty, it was them. But then he had almost killed that poor mage girl. After that he had shut himself in his clinic, only accepting to see patients. Eventually, Hawke had come and shown him some papers that could have been a chance for the mages.

There was also the problem of the Qunari. They hadn't left for Par'Vollen yet and it seemed like the ship that would take them back was never coming. For some reason they kept encountering anti-Qunari everywhere. What did the Qunari ever do to them? Well, there is the fact that they collar there mages like dogs, but he doubted anyone really cared about that. As they went on, it just kept getting worse. Worse being the Viscount's son being murdered by, not the Qunari, but an anti-Qunari fanatic. The other problem was this fanatic had been a Chantry mother. That could be seen as a good thing, considering that he wasn't one for the Chantry, and didn't care that she got killed. And she did get killed. By a Qunari archer, no less. And as time went on, it seemed that the Arishok's patience had come to an end. Which was a bad thing, considering Hawke's heart had just been smashed into tiny pieces when Isabela chose a relic instead of him. It's not like Hawke was one to mope around and do nothing. Instead he was just easier to enrage. So when the Qunari decided to try and convert Kirkwall, Hawke was more then just a bit pissed.

And now there here. Hawke, Varric, Aveline and Anders. Walking up the steps of Lowtown, knowing that this whole affair will Not. End. Well.

"Anders! Get down!" Aveline yelled at him as a Qunari soldier came from behind. Hawke managed to shot a fireball at the soldier before Anders could get injured. Where had his thoughts gone? He looked around and saw that the battle was over. But.. when did it start?

Lately he couldn't keep his mind off everything that had happen over the years. How it all had happened, and where everything was going from here on out. He had managed to forget about Fenris. Justice made sure if the elf ever came to his mind, the thought would be blocked out, eliminated, pulverised.

"Yo, Blondie! You okay?" Varric asked as he put Bianca back on his back.

"I.. uh, yeah. I'm fine." He replied. Hawke and Aveline came over to him.

"This is a really bad time for your thoughts to be elsewhere." Aveline said. He looked at the two, before shacking his head to get rid of whatever thoughts were there during the battle.

"Sorry, I know." Hawke started walking away. Probably still pissed that Isabela left him after all they had been through. Aveline followed after him, along with Varric. He soon started walking with them. What had gotten into him? He couldn't even remember what he was thinking about. Nothing good could come from him being distracted. He had to remember to heal his companions.

It was like they had taken two steps before more Qunari attacked. Maybe if he had never given his services to Hawke he wouldn't be in this mess. It was almost to bad that the likeliness of him going back in time and erasing him ever helping Hawke was very, very low.

They walked up more of the steps, and turned into the slums of Lowtown. They heard the noises of battle. Who was fighting the Qunari?

They hurried to were the fighting was taking place. There were the Qunari and fighting them were, from what he could see and what the armor gave away, Seemed to be Grey Wardens. That didn't help with his concentration at all. Just brought back memories of what could have been. But Justice got rid of those thoughts before they could distract him.

Hawke summoned a fist of the maker and pulled down the Qunari. Varric pelted arrows at them, while Aveline rushed into the fray and bashed them down. It was true, she was like a woman shaped battering ram. He cast Haste on everyone, which increased the speed of the battle. Soon enough, with the extra help of the wardens, they had beaten there foe.

"We thank you for your timely intervention." That must be the leader of the group. There was two others. A weapon shield man and he couldn't really see the other, due to the helmet, but he could see the broad sword now strapped to his back. He didn't really want to know who they were. The only thing he could think of was the fact that this persons voice reminded him of someone. The one with the broad sword approached them.

"Hawke, long time no see." Wait... That was...

No way...

"Elf?" Varric asked the most obvious question that was probably on everyone's mind. The warden took his helmet off, then they could see it, the white hair and green eyes. It was Fenris. Anders stiffened, suddenly forgetting how to breath. He turned his head to him. They made eye contact for a brief minute before Fenris turned away.

The warden leader came up to them. "I apologize, but we must go. We have important business to attend to." They had to leave? Of course they did. Fenris was a warden now, and he just had to accept that there was nothing he could do about it. Now, Maker, why can't you ever give me a break? He thought. It seemed cruel that he would only get a glimpse of Fenris before he would disappear from his life again. As they had turned to leave (Along with Anders last chance at answers) someone walked up the steps.

"Now what in the Maker's name do you all think your doing?" A female elf came up to them. A smirk on her face.

"We were about to leave." The leader said to the girl. She looked at them with an unimpressed look. She was certainly strange. She pointed at Fenris.

"He will be coming with me. We will help these people." She said. The leader looked gobsmacked. But who was this person?

"Might I ask who you are?" Hawke asked. The girl ran her eyes over Hawke's form, and she smiled.

"Well, is that not obvious, human?" Hawke glared at the girl, but she simply shrugged it off. "He," Her gaze turned to Fenris. "Will come with me. The rest of you head out." The wardens saluted her, and walked there way away. She turned her gaze back to Hawke. "What is the problem here?"

"I would know who I am talking to first." Hawke said sounding agitated. She grinned at him and gave a curt bow.

"I am the Hero of Fereldan." She said, with a huge grin. Varric looked at the elven girl with disbelief plastered on his face. Hawke's gaze did not falter, however. Aveline took a step forward and bowed.

"Greetings." She said. Coming back up. Anders gaze barely moved from Fenris. The elf hadn't changed that much at all. Still the same broody look, still the same tensed up position. The other wardens were gone, so that must mean Fenris isn't going to leave. In some word, that just made things worse, no matter how many times one part of him leaps for joy. The warden put her hands up.

"Don't worry about being formal. I was an elf in the Alienage most of my life. I don't need such treatment." She looked at them all. "In fact, I want to be treated like any one else that would come and help in this situation." She waved her hand to Hawke. "Lead the way." Hawke nodded, and they started making there way out of Lowtown.

It still didn't stop Anders from thinking about all the possible things he could be saying to Fenris right now. He thought the words, but they would not escape his mouth. It seems just seeing the elf is shock enough for him. Then there was Justice telling him not to think about the elf. Naturally he just told the spirit to sod off. It worked well enough. Now the only thing he needed to do was find his voice and shove it back into his throat. Which would likely be hard. But what part of his life wasn't hard?

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It is short, so what? I have been busy, also I am not one of those extremely long chapter people. Those people probably die at how much they have to write like every week.

Katrina is my City elf warden. You may find out everything about her when I finish writing about her trilogy. Until then, your gonna have ta live with it. BTW she doesn't have a soft spot for humans. It is only through her travels that she has realized that not all of them rape your family.

Have a nice Day/Night!