I awoke to the sound of sneezing and a short chain of curses, coming from my own mouth, no less. Palpating the not so soft bed, I shot up glancing at the empty side. My memories or fragments of that unpleasant event were fresh.
As fresh as snow mixed with innocent blood in Morthal. That bastard Ge'els sold us out. I knew there was something about him. He'd better pray to his gods I don't get my hands on him. I sat up, noting I'm nude under the blankets. Where's Ondolemar? I don't see him...
A proper look around the room was needed, for I was once in here. Recognition came to me at last. The Spire in Sadrith Mora.
Standing up, I looked for my purchased armor and my equipment. Once fully armed, I descended down the stairs. If my memory isn't failing, Talvas is here. That means he escorted his parents to safety and came back, but his mentor isn't here. Neloth must be planning our attack with other "big heads."
A loud conversation was going on behind the door leading to round table room, if you can call loud bangs, zapping of magic a conversation. What's going on here? Is the Wild Hunt here? How'd they find us so soon?
With one hand on Auriel's Bow and other on the door's handle, I pushed it open and by the side of the massive, round table was Ondolemar. In his hand was Keening, on the other side were Master Neloth and Talvas, each casting advanced wards and by the apprentice's side... My blood boiled. That two – faces bastard!
I unleashed an arrow, firing at the viceroy who stopped it as if he swatted a fly. Gritting teeth, I approached the men. They stopped casting the wards. "Fin!" "Associate!" "Glorfindel!" The three mer called out to me, but my eyes were on the fourth elf, who eyed me curiously. In a second, I was by the viceroy and punched him, letting my rage out in one blow. Blood trickled down his chin. He grinned, wiping the red away, his foreign eyes bore into me. I wasn't done. "That was for Morthal, you n'wah."
He outright laughed, glancing behind me. "Hot – tempered, just like the witcher. Alas, I don't know what you're talking about. I arrived before sunrise with the wizard."
I don't care if he came from Oblivion itself. I drew the Mace of Molag Bal, pointing it at viceroy, who stood there as if nothing happened yesterday. I ought to jog his memory. "The Wild Hunt came after us, attacked and destroyed half a village. They killed innocent people. Someone must have contacted the bastards. It was you, you sold us out!"
The viceroy sighed, sitting down in a chair, blatantly ignoring the daedric weapon showed in his face. "As I was saying before your lover rudely attacked me, I am trying to help your world. I cut all ties with Eredin after Zireael died, followed by the sage and witcher. It's partly my fault. I should have warned you, but I didn't think you'd be so foolish and use teleportation magic right under Eredin's nose." I sheathed the Mace, looking back at other three mer. Talvas and Neloth sat by table and Ondolemar had an undefined expression as he sat down. I don't like what Ge'els is implying. If it's truly our fault – but let's wait for the whole story. I sat by Ondolemar. Viceroy scanned our faces, my shoulders tensed.
"Eredin has specialists who excel in teleportation magic, but cannot possibly teleport all of Wild Hunt's forces. The mages are called navigators. They can sense strong magics and can easily find and locate its user." His words stung me right in the heart. It's my fault. We teleported to Labyrinthian, to the past, before that to Solitude... The massacre at Morthal could have been avoided if I wasn't so overzealous to use Ondolemar's power for convenience of preserving time. If we weren't there...
I slammed the table with my fist, feeling dull pain in my palm. If they found us there, then they'll find us here, eventually. Sadrith Mora has tons of civilians, merchants of its own. I don't want it to end up like Morthal. "We have to leave, now. I won't endanger anyone by our presence." I said firmly, and underneath the table, Ondolemar's fingers reached mine. We're of one mind on this, as I see.
Ge'els nodded. "Admirable and wise. While you're at it, transport us all to Blacklight's main gate. We'll walk to the encampment. We have to discuss a strategy. And if the Wild Hunt and their accomplices Aldmeri Dominion launch an ambush, our alliance army can stop the navigators." Ge'els said and Ondolemar stood up. "Let's get going then." He waited for Neloth, Talvas and the viceroy to come closer as he was beginning the transportation.
I gave the Telvanni Hall one last look, hoping the next time I come here won't be so unpleasant. In a flash, we were before the main gate of capital city of Morrowind, the Blacklight. A battalion of Ordinators and dozen of the strange Aen Elle elves came in tow with the daughter of Lord Redoran. She was clad in bonemold armor. "It's just you. I thought it's the enemy trying dastardly tactics." She halted before Ge'els who bowed to her and nodded to his soldiers an acknowledgment. Of safe return, perhaps? "I was wondering when you'd come back. Good, you brought the key factors back. My father, along with other heads of Houses are waiting in the big tent." Ge'els once more bowed. "Thank you, Nissale. Will you escort and announce us?" She smiled at him. "Of course. Follow me. Ge'els let the girl cling to him. None of us or soldiers deigned to comment. We had more pressing matters to attend to than Lord Redoran's daughter's love scandal.
I took in the smell of forges and tampered metal, steam... and tents, so many tents of all possible sizes scattered around the bare land and soldiers. Soldiers everywhere the eye could look. So many... and still, we're at disadvantage, not to mention the debilitating snowstorm. It would freeze even the fiercest Nords, not to mention non – resistant elves like us. I'll inquire about the snowstorm and how we stop it.
Wonder if Neloth will come up with a solution, him being the Master Wizard... Speaking of, he addressed Nissale. "Are the Khajiit and Fyr back?" She snorted. "Yes, along with mages." Neloth hmm –ed affirmatively. "Good. Then we stand a chance. I'm eager to meet Savos after so long."
I was awestruck. "Is Arch –mage here? And J'Zargo?"
"I sent Divayth for them. If we want to keep the snowstorm at bay, we need allies. Allies with strong magical abilities. Your affiliation with the Mages Guild made it all the more easier choice. We need more magic users to augment my barrier and scatter the enemies. Smaller units can be wiped out respectively, our allied army can cut a clear path to Eredin for you."
All in all, sensible plan. Eredin is mine to deal with. The puppeteer who pulled Elenwen's and Absolon's strings, made them hunt us.
Nissale and Ge'els halted before a gigantic tent emblazoned with the crests of the Great Houses. Then, the viceroy grinned, glancing back at us. "You have feisty friends. Come, let's go and settle this petty dispute. Wild Hunt is approaching." And so does Aldmeri Dominion. Are they still after me? Or my sorcerer? Both?
I opened up the tent entrance, going inside. Arch – mage Savos Aren was engaged in a heated exchange with Lord Redoran. Lady Sadras and Lord Indoril tried to calm down both parties, effortlessly. Their quarrel was indeed heated, as they failed to notice the arrival of my party.
"You will do as we say, Aren. You'd do well to remember you're not in Skyrim anymore." Lord Redoran's words sounded like threat or did I perceive that wrong? Savos Aren wasn't intimidated.
"We're here to help our friend. We take no orders from nobles." He hissed at him and Lord Redoran spewed some really nasty names at him in Dunmeri language. Serious insults, those. I wonder what's their beef with one another?
Is this really necessary? They can argue when the enemy is beaten. I feel like I'm dealing with toddlers lately, not grown up, respectful mer.
Divayth was talking quietly in the corner with J'Zargo who waved in my direction briefly, before he resumed his hushed whispering with the ancient sorcerer.
There, nine paces from them were Faralda, Onmund, Brelyna, Phinis, Enthir and Tolfdir. The mages willing to come. Others probably stayed, in case Winterhold residents try something while majority are away.
I didn't know how I missed them. I never stayed at College, not really, but still they came. My teachers, classmates.
With no reservations, Ondolemar stepped between Savos and Lord Redoran. "Enough. I don't care for the nature of your dispute. Resolve it." He yelled at the, fuming and I sighed inwardly. Ge'els was visibly enjoying the drama on display, while I felt my head was on the verge of splitting. Their squabble was giving me a headache. Oh, Azura's mercy...
"Arch –mage Savos?" He turned his curious gaze from Ondolemar and Lord Redoran to me, his face lit up and he approached, hugging. "Glorfindel! I didn't have the opportunity yet to thank you for retrieving Staff of Magnus. I've made adjustments, with it we can hold up the barrier throughout the whole fight and offer assistance, if needed. And this is for you, as token of my thanks."
He reached into his pockets and there on his hand laid a stone with markings, the stone was oddly familiar... "I heard a lot about your Thu'um, but surely even you sometimes need a more immediate edge. You raise your hand and it'll rain down a devastating attack before you. The radius is large, so be careful of your surroundings when using. It might come in handy, that's all I'm saying." He urged me to take it and take it I did, hiding the stone, so I don't lose it by accident.
Wager the Psijic Monks won't like that a tiny bit from the Eye is missing. Savos must have unlocked its secrets when Ancano was tailing me.
"Thank you, Arch – mage. For everything."
"Thank me when you beat your enemy."
Lord Redoran scoffed. "Savos, your optimism hasn't dimmed, even after seventy years." They do know each other! Neloth said something about looking forward to meeting him again. They all can debate after Tamriel is saved. "Now is not the time. Savos Aren, I heard your College has something interesting." Neloth joined the Great Houses leaders, his gaze drooped at me. Did he recognize from where is the tiny fragment?
Savos laughed. "Had something. Psijic Monks took it before it drew unwanted attention to my College. Our world is not ready for it yet, Neloth."
Other onlookers looked at Arch –mage, then at Neloth and lastly at me, confused.
Only they knew, mages from College and me. I found that blasted Eye in Saarthal. But it's enough of time wasting. Wild Hunt and Aldmeri Dominion are marching here. We need a solid plan. And plan B and C if things go awry, which they always go.
Several people spoke in unison, Ondolemar's voice of reason among them. "Hear me! Ge'els said something about working out a plan. I say we hold a meeting now and clarify each our move and all possible strategies."
Lady Sadras rubbed her temples, contemplating. "If only we had greater numbers..." Ge'els peeled himself off Nissale, almost sneering at her. "Numbers play no role here. Eredin and his two generals are who we need to kill. They die, others are no match for our allied forces army."
Two generals. Funny, first time hearing about them. Why was he silent about them, I wonder.
I clapped to get everyone's attention. "Okay, I begin this war council. I am gonna summarize so that everyone knows who we're dealing with. Eredin is from another world, where elves of Aen Elle live. He's their king and he's got massive forces called the Wild Hunt. They arrive in a mist and freezing blizzard, wearing heavy armor. Their fighting style is unique and magic is advanced." Ondolemar stopped me from saying more with a look, so I gave him the space. He evidently had something he wanted to add.
"Eredin has also fooled the altmer. He seized the throne 125 years ago by killing our former queen. Since then, the Third Aldmeri Dominion has been doing his bidding, conquering province after province to weaken our world. The late queen had no heirs, so Eredin had had plenty of time to brainwash every Thalmor agent into believing he's doing it to make us the ruling race in all Tamriel. I fear, reality is much more crueller. He used my people as puppets and we totally fell for his act. As former Thalmor agent, I feel but enraged, for the king of Wild Hunt has no right whatsoever to rule over Summerset Isles. He's out to destroy our world and I won't allow it. He's the root of all evil, we must stop him."
That's new piece of information. Must be what he learned in the past. Savos cleared his throat. "I suspected as much and the matter of the blizzard shall be resolved. Neloth, myself and my fellow mages can create a barrier over the whole battlefield, which will nullify the blizzard Glorfindel spoke of. Also, their navigators' focus will be disrupted and their forces will be scattered. It'll be very draining as it consumes stamina and magicka both. We brought our reserves of magicka potions, so we can hold it up during the fighting. With Neloth's and Divayth Fyr's help, we'll keep it going as long as possible. Which is why you'll have to be quick."
Ge'els nodded. "Shame the sage is dead. He'd been a great addition. As it is, I'll ride with my brigade in the left flask and the rest of my troops can join the right flank to boost the Great Houses's army. Our goal is to hunt down and eliminate the navigators. That leaves only two people to confront Eredin and his generals, Caranthir and Cassel."
His gaze fell on my lover and myself.
I've got an idea, crazy idea – haphazard at best. "I've a proposal, if I may. While the mages cast the barrier upon the beginning of battle, all our allied forces hide while I ad Ondolemar take the battle to them. Trust me, we'll tip the scales in our favour with this manoeuvre. They are here after us and then out to destroy Tamriel. What they don't expect is us to face them. We can take out many without any losses on our side. Then, the allied army charges in!"
I looked from one doubting face to other. After meeting disquiet, expectantly I glared at Divayth and Neloth to them all I'm not boasting. We've grown powerful after the absorption of Lorkhan's heart. It was J'Zargo who spoke up for us. "They are telling the truth. J'Zargo can confirm they are more than capable of doing what friend claims. The two of them can form an army. Army of two."
Scepticism was written all over their faces, even the two dunmer who were with us were doubting J'Zargo's words? I grew annoyed.
"What, want me to demonstrate? Shall I summon lightning and decimate our forces just to prove I speak the truth? I am Dragonborn, I command the forces of nature and spirit. He's a former Thalmor agent. He's excellent and formidable on the field of battle. We're not boasting here. We can pull this off."
Lords and Lady of Houses looked at me with suprise. "Very well, then. We place the future of Morrowind and Tamriel in foreigners, seeing as you're adamant in your folly, Dragonborn. You'll lead the first attack, then we join in and cut a path for you. Kill that vile bastard." Lord Indoril said, looking straight into my eyes.
I bowed, respectfully kneeling down before the Great Houses leaders, including Neloth. "I swear on my honor, I'll put an end to Wild Hunt's king's ambitions."
I stood up after the proclamation, feeling many eyes on me. My insert was okayed. I'll show them I'm not all talk, just wait. Speaking of...
"When are the n'wahs arriving?
"Our scouts report we've two days at max, they're moving fast, considering the size of their army." Nissale peeped
Two more days, make it one. The zealots didn't come here to have a picnic with us. "Is Blacklight evacuated?"
"Yes, if our plan fails, it's the last line of defence. We take refuge and make our last stand there. Our allied forces will hide inside the city's walls for your signal to charge. We've still to discuss a signal, visible from the ramparts around walls." Lady Sadras spoke, sitting down.
Now this is a good question. Oh, of course. "I'll summon a dragon, he's undead. You can't miss him flying in the sky."
I only saw impression, Neloth's eyes shined with interest that made me wary, for a reason. "You can call upon an undead dragon at will?" Neloth asked and it reminded me to never call Durnehviir when Neloth isn't preoccupied with deathly foreign threat.
His inhuman experiments, ugh, those tentacles he conjured on my face that time... I shook off that repulsive memory. "Okay, this concludes the meeting. We'll be going on to rest up. We're leading the first attack, after all. See you all later." I bid them farewell and turned on my heel when Nissale, young lady Redoran spoke to me.
Others were engrossed in serious talks when she darted towards us. "Wait! I'll show you to your tent we set up a fortnight. Also, let's visit the quartermaster, he has provisions and equipment."
Oh sure, why not? "Fine, lead us then." She hummed, going for the exit when my gaze dropped at my friend, whom I didn't see after he went back to Skyrim.
We have some catching up to do. The old timers can talk all they want, for all I care. "J'Zargo, I need a word with you."
His face flared with hidden mischief and happiness. I called out for him and it must have looked like I favorited him over other mages from College. My classmates and teachers turned their backs on me, conversing loudly with the Lords and Lady.
I felt bad, but they weren't with me so often, we haven't shared the same adventures, the same trials. Apologetically, I shrugged at Divayth who rolled eyes, chatting up Phinis and Enthir, while J'Zargo crossed the room, brimming with mirth and joy upon our reunion. I missed my friends. Too bad Hadvar, Vilkas and Gelebor aren't here with us. The Khajiit followed after Nissale, winking as he passed by.
A small chuckle escaped my mouth, walking out of the big tent. Young lady Redoran led us through a labyrinth of tents, going towards the east side. We strutted behind her, the foreign elves were teaching a game with pictures on pieces of paper to Lady Sadras's men, both sides laughing jovially.
Is this what they call the calm before the storm? Hard to imagine this will be the decisive battle of Tamriel. "What are you thinking about?" Nissale asked all of sudden, as if she read my mind. "Look around. In the span of two days, all of Tamriel might end up a barren wasteland."
The dunmer woman in bonemold chuckled. "This is the hero of Skyrim and savior of Morrowind speaking or a weakling? Our men look up to you. If only you heard the praises they shower you in. They need someone to inspire them. After you had some rest, speak to them openly. I'll do wonders for morale."
I scanned the faces, some had helmets on. The ones with exposed heads did indeed stare as we passed by, eyes prickling me from all sides. Ah, the admiration. Azura help me. I always aimed to be popular, but not this much. "Do I have to? I hate giving speeches. Also, I have a tendency to stutter when I'm nervous." I mumbled and she groaned. "You're impossible! Fine, then don't give a speech. It was a suggestion."
A tent bigger than others, but smaller than the Great Houses war council tent stood before us. I guess we reached the quartermaster.
Nissale stepped inside, shedding the cloth aside. Barging in, the one in charge of the place won't like it.
It was a storage room with armor and weaponry, impressive stash of potions – magicka, stamina or health, you name it, even high tier poisons. This will come in handy for our forces.
In the middle of all that was a grumpy dunmer in steel plate armor, a steel mace on his belt. When he saw us, he growled at her. "Not anymore! I don't care if you're Redoran!" She approached him, hands crossed. "Stop being so squeamish. I only bring the poorly equipped soldiers to get outfitted. And you won't believe who I brought, quartermaster."
The mer glanced at us, frowning. "Hmp. They must be the special ones Lord Indoril told me about. One of them is armed to teeth, ebony armor. Not a bad choice. The other two are mages – the civil clothes and apprentice robes need to go. You two, come closer." J'Zargo and Ondolemar did as he asked, while the grumpy dunmer searched for suitable robes for them, finally throwing them master destruction robes and sturdy boots, all in House Telvanni's colors. Nissale grimaced. "Thank you. More mages will be coming later, please give them the same." He curtly nodded and shooed her outside, with us in tow.
"He's Lord Indoril's steward, but he's more usable as quartermaster, hence we're going to war. You'd be surprised how many soldiers and officers don't have proper equipment, especially Lady Sadras's men. Now, I'll show you where your tent is and leave you to it. I'm running rounds and circulate the guard roster. Oh, and I'll have someone bring you food and drink."
I smiled faintly. Food sounds great. We lastly ate before - I felt blood rush to my face. I haven't thought about the night in Morthal since we had other issues to worry about. My stomach growled loudly and Nissale giggled.
"I'll send a soldier later. Follow me, your tent isn't far."
She resumed walking and J'Zargo purposely lagged behind to walk with me. "J'Zargo sees you are positively shining." He whispered and I nervously laughed. Khajiit and their sharp senses. J'Zargo smirked at Ondolemar who stopped abruptly, turning five shades redder, catching up to the meaning of the Khajiit's words. "Congratulations, friend."
J'Zargo turned to the shocked altmer. "Congratulations to you, too." By now, Ondolemar's blush matched mine, meanwhile Nissale led on, blissfully unaware of the awkwardness going on behind her.
She chirped, then it turned to humming. J'Zargo grinned and jogged to catch up with Nissale, while I was wishing I could crawl under a rock and hide my embarrassment. I shook with head, more times than was perhaps necessary to regain my cool composure, which earned me more giggles from J'Zargo.
The Khajiit's and young lady Redoran's walking pace increased. A warm hand grabbed mine. He smiled at me with equal warmness. The awkwardness vanished. We didn't mind people finding out about us, we didn't care if they stared.
This feeling, our love, it's been tested so many times. From strangers, to enemies, to friends – we evolved to lovers. I'm so ever grateful Ondolemar loves me back. His smile lingered on as I halted and stroked his cheek affectionately.
He kissed my knuckles and my stomach knotted up. It's the small gestures that we exchange, the small touches.
"Ahem." Nissale faked a cough, doing her best to suppress a smirk. Ondolemar let go of my hand and turned to her with, bearing a scowl I so missed seeing.
"What? We were having a moment."
She pointed towards a medium sized tent with Telvanni crest in the middle. "Your tent is here. Now I see why they said to bring one bed." She said, dropping a snide remark on us.
I've got one for her, too. "You're one to talk. Is that foreign elf good enough cause for you to make a scandal, I wonder." Her cheeks burned with red. Offended, she stormed off, leaving behind a twirl of dirt.
Good riddance. She should be more careful of her affections. She's of an extremely old bloodline and her father surely has grand plans for his daughter.
I can't picture myself in her shoes, marrying someone I don't love, though. Impossible for me. My heart is taken. I brushed the matter of Nissale to the side. It's her decision, but Lord Redonan won't be pleased.
As we were about to enter the tent, I heard my name being called, also J'Zargo's. Curious who it was, we waited until the dust settled and saw Brelyna and Onmund, approaching. My classmates!
I sprinted and threw my arms around them, hugging. They are my friends, too.
They heartily chuckled and returned my bear hug, but we soon let go. I knew they didn't come by just so. "Is something happening?"
Onmund's eyes fixated behind me, on Ondolemar who loomed behind me. I could feel his gaze on my back. "Don't be afraid. He's one of the good guys. So, why did you come here?"
He didn't answer. Neither Brelyna dared to speak up. Were they so intimidated by Ondolemar's presence? Or maybe they thought he's like the sleazy bastard Ancano.
"He's not like Ancano, I assure you."
My assurance fell on deaf ears as they still didn't speak, only gaped at the altmer who in return snorted and turned to J'Zargo. "They are probably here to get you. We'll talk once this stupid battle is over and done with."
He then proceeded to drag me towards the tent. I mouthed sorry to them. J'Zargo left with them, already explaining about me and certain altmer, I wager.
We'll be the talk of this encampment.
Nah, I couldn't care less what other people say about us.
However, I sensed something was off. The interior was really simple – one bed, a boarded up table and chairs made in similar fashion, due to the size of army, they made lots of them to save up on time. Frankly, I am amazed how organized this encampment is.
"Will we win?" The sudden question had me get back from trivial thoughts to present. I knew there is something off. He says he can read me as an open book, but by now I understand his body language well.
He's scared, as much as I am. Hell, as everyone in this camp is. We're all only putting up brave faces – maybe except Ge'els and his men. I don't know the viceroy so good as I should.
Right now, this is the only thing I can do. I closed the distance between us, wrapping my hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. "We have to believe in our victory. If we don't stop that n'wah, he's going to destroy Tamriel. And I won't let him get you. That Zireael woman Ge'els keeps mentioning and the worlds the Wild Hunt has thoughtlessly destroyed – I want to avenge all the injustice he's done. I won't let him win – over my dead body."
His hands snaked up, tracing along my hands. "I am just scared. This is much bigger than anything I've ever faced. If we fail -"
I cut him off, firmly encasing my arms around his form. "Have faith, we're not alone in this. "
His voice reverberated, his back shaking from laughing. "I tend to forget we're a formidable duo. We'll be leading the first charge, apparently. An army of two, was it?"
I said so ever confidently that we'll take the first charge, but I didn't ask if he would join me, if he was willing. I just assumed he would agree...
"Now you remember I can speak for myself. Fin, it's okay. I do believe we can vaporize majority of enemy forces. What is your plan?"
I let go, sighing. Slowly, my lover turned to face me, expecting a solid answer, no less.
"You know I can use Thu'um almost indefinitely. I'll rain hell down upon them while you give me magical backing with destruction magic. Also, I want you to have this."
I found the stone and dropped in Ondolemar's palm. He sceptically gave the stone a look, then gazed at me. "Fin, that wizard gave it to you, you should have it."
"And I want you to take it. It'll set my mind at ease, knowing you have such a powerful artifact with you."
The amber lit up – or maybe it was the lightning in the room as he leaned down and kissed me, accepting the given stone in his balled up fist.
All we never said was expressed in that one kiss – our fear of losing each other, our anxiety over the coming big battle. I held on, prolonging the kiss.
I crumbled under the stress and feeling of being helpless. I can't lose him. Tears fell on their own and I sobbed, breaking up our chaste kiss. I'm so afraid. My bottled up fears were out in the open and I couldn't restrain the sobs, tears.
Ondolemar in turn swept me off the ground, hoisting me in his arms. "It's okay. Let it out. You've been hiding a lot of emotions since our confrontation in Labyrinthian, didn't you?"
...How did he know?
Was I so obvious, all the time?
He sat down on the bed, with me in his arms. "You don't need to put on an act for me, Fin. From now on, I want you to tell me if you're troubled."
I sniffled, glancing up at the altmer who flashed a brilliant smile, gently tugging a strand of hair behind my ear. He's so considerate of me, he's equally freaked out and yet he's consoling me in the end.
We sat there in silence, as the pent up frustration slowly washed away and I ran out of tears. All the while, Ondolemar did the small gestures to comfort me, like swaying me in his arms and whispering soothing words.
I was grateful he did that. So grateful I decided to tell him what I never told to anyone. Maybe only Vilkas saw through my facade and I told him a snippet of my troubles, but never the whole truth as I was about to tell my lover. He deserves to know the truth. And if he still loves me after hearing this, then I'm truly blessed by the Divines. "Did you know I never told anyone just how anxious it got after I became Dragonborn? Everyone expected something grand from me and I knew I couldn't live up to the old legends of the likes of Talos and other Tongues. I was never confident in myself, even back in Morrowind, I never had the confidence to stand up for myself, to make my own decisions and take responsibility. I was forced to take on a responsibility of saving entire province or dooming it to ultimate destruction. When I became the legendary Dovahkiin, my confidence diminished and I knew I had to pull myself together if I am the one to slay Alduin, among others. I had to prove to myself that I can change from the old me, evolve. So, I changed partially, evolving from the grey inconspicuous mouse, step by step. It was then, I joined the Thieves Guild in Riften and there I built my self – confidence and only then went to Greybeards and actually started my quest. All the time, I was worried someone would find out how insecure I am. I never asked to be special. But, I had a destiny and prophecy to fulfil, so I gave it my all. In Skuldafn, high in the mountains I reached Sovngarde. With three Thu'um users vigorous help, I defeated Alduin and saved Skyrim."
I paused to look up at him if he was following what gibberish I was spouting. He did.
"Then, two equally big problems surfaced. One on Solstheim, where I fought Miraak and defeated him. However, before I took on Miraak and Alduin, another prophecy was already set in motion by a vampire snow elf who wanted vengeance served. I only got through because Serana, a dear friend of mine was with me all the time. With Miraak problem, I had faced my old doubts after he proved to be a Thu'um user, too. Far more experienced than me and far more powerful. Do you know how I made it through in the end?"
He shook head, confused. "By that time, I started thinking about you in a romantic way. More and more. It made me want to preserve over Miraak and return back to you, so I could talk with you. When a chance showed, I couldn't stop thinking that maybe you'd fall for me as I've fallen for you. The mer blood plot was why I decided to help Septimus in the first place. I had a chance to get closer to you, even if for a short time and I knew you probably hated me or didn't share my feelings. At that time I thought that I'd be satisfied with being close to you. Foolish, wasn't I?" I laughed at my pathetic thinking in the past.
"I'm learning something about you, but also about me every day. I've also crawled out from my empty shell of loneliness, all thanks to you. Thank you, for not giving up on me."
My heartbeat sped up as I clung to him, burying my face in his robe. The truth was out and he didn't leave after finding out. Instead, his hold on me tightened, as he never wanted to let go.
"I love you, Fin. You're very brave. Half the men back in Alinor could do even a quarter of deeds you did. Overcoming your insecurities, even more talking about them with me is very brave. You're the bravest person I've ever met and we'll win this war and then, we'll be free. I cannot wait until our life together really begins." He said and something in me whispered that he was pointing out a... mar... marr... no, no. We're too new a couple for that! Viran and Cir waited years and years to confirm if they were ready for the next step. For elves of all races marry for life (mostly) and don't wed twice, even if their partner dies. Faithfulness the humans lack, we have encouraged to us from our early childhood.
"Fin, are you embarrassed? Your ear tips are, well, tinted with red. I find it... incredibly cute."
Cute? How about seeing in me in more masculine way? Cute is reserved for women... is it? I also found him cute, many times. When his lips form that scowl, when he cracks a smile or when he's being considerate of me, or when he's jealous of someone.
"And I'd like to do something dirty right now. Too bad we're in military camp and not some nice inviting country inn. " My breath hitched and he eyed me so luridly, I froze reminiscing about the heavenly pleasure we shared that night.
His weight pinned me to the bed and he was on top of me, just looking at each other. We kissed, our lips met halfway and our hands danced on the other's back. Ondolemar's tongue went deeper into my mouth, while his free hand started to unbuckle the ebony armor. I moaned enthusiastically, but quickly remembered what I said moments ago. We're not exactly alone. People are outside this tent and it will be even more awkward when Jonna and her husband heard us. 'Cuz we won't be leaving the next day after. I couldn't stand the shame!
I pushed him away and he pierced me through and through with the hurt look of his. "I... want to... but we can't here."
He sat up, nodding curtly. "You're right. We really shouldn't. Don't want to put lady Nissale's scandal in the shadow."
That made me giggle, but the feeling lingered. Ondolemar must be feeling the same. We have to calm down. Huh. Easier said than done.
Sexually frustrated, I settled on the bed, thinking about ugly things.
It helped, somewhat. Ondolemar stood up, pacing around the small space of our tent. "I can't be alone with you and not think about doing it."
...I'm not the only sex –crazed one here, I see. I'll go and try to shake off the hard – on, thus giving space for my lover to try cooling off, too.
I rose to my feet. "I'll go and get us the food. Nissale must have forgot about her promise. She's occupied with many responsibilities, it must be vexing."
I went towards the tent entrance, when I heard a rustle behind me. He shed off the breeches and tunic and I was drawn in the moment. Ondolemar approached and my heart thumped as he stood really close to me, his breath tickled me. He leaned in – I closed eyes instinctively and - nothing. Puzzled, I opened eyes and saw him putting on the destruction robes and boots he got from quartermaster, a satisfied smirk accompanying his complexion.
Oh, he totally played me.
When he was finished, he confidently put his hand around my waist. "Wait, what –"
"Do you really think I'm letting you go alone in a camp filled with men with... say, urges."
"I can take care of myself. Also, half the camp knows I'm taken by now, thanks to Nissale who is blabbering about it right about now."
He pecked my cheek, catching me by surprise. "The forbidden is the most alluring, Fin. I'm coming with."
I succumbed to his request, if it was one. "Fine, but mark my words, I don't want to inspire another promising author to write about my love life. Aela's one enough."
He snorted, leading us outside, with his hand still around my waist area, despite the stares of dunmer and the foreign elves alike, we made our way to a large fire, which we figured was the outdoor kitchen located at. Judging by the over hundred hungry soldiers pelting a dunmer in chef's uniform and his helpers, I'd guess we reached our destination.
We joined the crowd, taking empty bowls and cutlery and mugs as we stood in the line. The mage on purpose chose to stand behind me, I know it. He warded off unwanted attention we got from the foreign elves, among other filthy propositions with a death glare.
He threatened to dismember a soldier behind us if he made one more comment about me or him, so I stepped in. "Look, we just came to get food. We don't want any trouble with anyone in this camp. We're all on the same side."
The dunmer soldier stared me down. "You have a very outlander look to you. House Redoran soldiers like me loathe outsiders."
Ondolemar's lips were quivering with suppressed rage. This is a looong day. "Gods, I hoped I didn't have to." I pushed him aside, noting that the line got noticeably shorter – most folks left after seeing a conflict – best not get involved - is the dunmer universal motto I happily ignore more and more as of lately.
The soldier balled up his fist and swung at Ondolemar's face, who didn't flinch at all. Another dunmer foot soldier joined in from behind. Ondolemar's face stayed stoic as we dropped the items, he rushed opposite of me to intercept the dirty player, stopping his attack altogether and crushing his fist. In the meanwhile, I deflected the attacker in front with Wraithguard. He hit the ancient metal and screamed in pain, giving his hand few shakes in air before bolting. "N'wah!" He screamed as the other guy was flung away by Ondolemar, who snickered at the soldier.
I made a hurt face. "Hey, come back here! How dare you call me that! I was born and raised in Morrowind!" Dammit. Is that what the army thinks of me? I am native.
The cook called us. "Since you scared everyone off, how about you get your food and get going, sedura." He said calmly, stirring the broth in the boiling giant cauldron.
Sedura? Guess I am!
The chef's helpers gave us some broth I didn't recognize and two bottles, more like flask. First contained water and other. I opened it, giving it a brief sniff. Ale. Of course. Nothing like getting smashed before a battle.
"Thank you, we'll take our leave and leave you to your duties. If lady Nissale Redoran comes by, please tell her young Lord Telvanni and his honoured guest have been here and you gave us food."
"Sure, just go. You scared off everyone and you're delaying my break time."
Like the grumpy steward in Lord Redoran's employ, the chef shooed us away.
We headed back to our tent. The atmosphere was too tense. After all, the last time we ate, it escalated very, very quickly. I'm not hoping for anything! NO, no, I am not. Not when we have thousands of people surrounding us, probably spying for faintest whimpers.
Least to say, he wasn't talkative. Maybe I've offended him by calling him a honoured guest. Nothing beats asking directly. Anything to break this uncomfortable silence as we were heading back.
"It's a nice day. For Morrowind standards, I mean." I spoke up, inwardly hitting myself for the feeble attempt. Weather. I'm talking about weather...
"I'd like to talk about something, once we're done eating."
Dryly, I gulped down. My parched throat hurt.
No, he can't be discussing marriage. It's just my wishful thinking. Ondolemar is serious about me, that's true...
Our tent seemed even smaller than before, as we sat down and ate. I've felt his lingering gaze upon me and it made me too aware again.
It's strange how the flow of our banter changed from relaxed to this. I ate the last of broth, uncorking the bottle of water. I poured it into the mugs, careful not to spill.
The mage grabbed his mug and chugged down, smashing it down and locking eyes with me. I've never seen that look before. What's he thinking about?
"Let's break up." He said, awfully calmly.
My whole body froze.
This can't be happening!
TO BE CONTINUED_
N'wah – outlander/foreigner/slave
Sedura – a way to address someone who is wealthy respectfully
