-Somewhere in the Pale, some time near dawn.

Crack!

"What was that!?" says an imperial soldier. He and two big platoons of a legion convoy slowly make their way up the road towards Whiterun.

Crack! Crack!

"There it is again!" says again the soldier.

"Will you shut it!" says the Captain who driving a carriage, "We're almost too imperial territory."

"Captain May I ask how Whiterun is allied territory?" says another soldier.

"Yeah captain, I heard Balgruuf isn't too fancy with the Empire."

"Balgruuf isn't too fancy with Stormcloaks either but he lets us rest up in the city." Says the Captain.

"I heard there's fine bar girls at the inn." coos a soldier.

"Whiterun has the best girls!" says another, "Tonight's the feast of the dead so that many horny drunk women for me!"

"Yeah I can't wait but when it comes down to women, it's Solitude."

"You kidding right? Morthal has the best."

"Yeah if you like humping swamp toads."

The soldiers laugh and continue their debate. As the convoy move up the road, the night gets darker and darker.

"Hey, have you ever got this feeling that we are being watched?" says a soldier to another soldier beside him.

"All the time friend, all the time." Whispers back the other soldier.

The convoy rides over a hill and could see Dragonsreach in the distance, "We're almost here!" says the Captain, an arrow the shoots through his throat and captain falls off the carriage dead. "The captain has fallen!" shouts a soldier. A bright light flare soars in the air and as it explodes an army of Stormcloaks are seen surrounding the convoy. A battle horns blows as the stormcloaks charge in a flash. "AMBUSSSSH!"

-Mid afternoon Whiterun.

It was a slow cloudy day at Whiterun. The Feast of the Dead festival was yesterday and the townspeople were busy cleaning the streets from trash, raveled decorations and passed out drunks lying on the ground. Rohan walked out of his house Breezehome and on his way to Jorrvaskr, his eyes red and puffy from drinking himself to sleep. He goes inside and sees his Companions slumping around, either passed out or hung over. "Where's Aela?" asked Rohan to Vilkas who leaning back a chair with eyes closed. "She's out back." mumbled Vilkas.

Rohan goes out back to the practice area and sees Aela shooting some targets. She was using the ebony bow Rohan had made for her sometime back and she has always treasured it. She hits the archery target right in the head, hitting the bullseye. Aela was ignoring Rohan; she just got an arrow from her quiver, loads it up on her bow and kept shooting. Not even blinking. The arrow zips right on the target, impressing Rohan as always. "The Huntress never misses." said Rohan.

Aela was still ignoring, she just reload and shot at the bullseye again. "You know you looked amazing at the festival last night." Rohan was feeling awkward, seeing that Aela was giving him the cold shoulder. Aela was still shooting and not talking. "I was feeling nervous having to read all those names." Rohan does a nervous chuckle but still no response. Seeing that he wasn't going to get a word out of her he waits for her to shoot her bow again. Aela reloads and with a quick pluck of the string the arrow flies off the bow, Rohan waits for the bow to zip near him and then reaches his hand out catching the arrow by the stick. Aela stands down her bow and glares at Rohan, with a huff.

"I'm sorry alright!" says Rohan, "Whatever it is I'm sorry."

"You really don't know what you're sorry for?!" says Aela, she shakes her head with a short smile and goes and gets her arrows from the target.

"Look I like fucking girls alright! What man doesn't?"

"That's fine Rohan just don't put me with your list of cunts."

"You already are." says Rohan under his breath. Aela hears that and gives Rohan a dirty look. "Sorry I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes you did." She growls and puts the arrow back in the quiver, "You are a real bastard you know that! Just a fucking bastard!"

"What is your problem!?" says Rohan with a laughing smile, "Why am I a bastard?"

"Cause I remember when you came here you were just some trollshit eating whelp who didn't have shit to your name. But now you can talk like the dragons and you saved the world, you act all no one is good enough for you!"

"Since when!"

"Since now! You go around courting all the women you want, fine, sure ,go ahead and do that but don't pull me into it. I'm not a piece of meat. And you have the nerve to call me jealous?! Is it jealously if I want my Harbinger to respect me?!"

A shrug of guilt came into Rohan, here he was philandering around, Rohan wasn't a chauvinist in any way but he realized he was courting Aela for the wrong reasons. "Aela I….I'm sorry for disrespecting you. I'm a bastard I know, I didn't know I was acting arrogant. I just need some self control."

"There is always this glint in your eyes Rohan." said Aela in a soft gentle tone, "There still is but I'm not sure if you know it's there."

Rohan tries to contemplate on what she meant but didn't really get a thought out of it.

"Well, is there a way I can make it up to you?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"A good hunt, it's a slow day. Nothing big going on."

Aela smiled glad to see Rohan come around from his abrasive behavior to her recently. After minutes of gathering supplies, The two ride out far in the plains of the Hold tracking some elk. They slowly follow the tracks and clues of elk on the dirt. Rohan reading the hoof prints carefully, Aela picking up a good scent from the air. "There's a stag, a big one too." said Aela. Rohan and Aela kept following the stag's trail carefully but then grow to notice something strange in the dirt. Something was feeling right and Aela could sense it. "This…this atmosphere…it doesn't smell right." said Aela. Rohan rode further up ahead, "Come on!" he kicked his horse into gear and rode up a small hill. Rohan rides to the top and sees utter horror. Aela stops at the top with him and her mouth just dropped.

There on the grassy plains were corpses of stormcloaks, legion, and horses. Burned, bloodied, rotten corpses. Rohan and Aela dismounted walking over the dead covering their noses. "By the nine, this must of happen last night." said Aela.

"Come on, let's look for any survivors." Said Rohan. Rohan and Aela spent several minutes looking over dead bodies but found not a soul. Dismembered limbs, entrails, weapons, mangled corpses laid scattered everywhere. "May Arkay bless your souls in Atherius." Prayed Rohan to the dead bodies lying across the land.

"This damn war!" snaps Aela, "When is it going to end!"

"Come on, no one's alive." Said Rohan.

"WAIT!" a burnt bloodied arm stretches out of a small pile of bodies. "I'm still here!"

Rohan and Aela rushes over to the pile and digs out a nord man, a legion. The legion had fair hair with dirt and blood in the strands. His entire face was covered in soot and blood. His armor broken and rips in the shirts and legs. It was amazing that the man was still breathing considering his condition. "They came out of nowhere! Just one big flash and boom, everyone is crossing swords." The legion begins cough hysterically. Rohan pulls the man further out of the pile of bodies and gets out his small flask, giving the man water.

"There's another live one here!" says Aela, there was a barely alive stormcloak with his eye shut but he was whimpering to himself. "I…I …I didn't think it was really coming to this!" says the stormcloak. His left leg was broken, bones were popping out on both sides of his ankle and calf. Three steel arrows were stuck in his stomach. "It's alright, it's over now." says Aela.

"We need to get them to the temple back at the city!" said Rohan putting the legion on the back of his horse. He then helps Aela put the Stormcloak on the back of her horse and the ride back to Whiterun carefully not wanting to make the two men fall off.

Rami was stitching a legion soldier's thigh when she hears doors burst open. In comes Aela and Rohan both carrying a barely living nords. "Rami, can you help with this please!?" says Rohan laying down the legion, Aela lays the stormcloak down next to the legion. "Get that bugger away from me!" grumbled the legion angrily.

"Piss off! Now isn't the time to be arguing sides." said the Stormcloak.

"If it wasn't for your lot we wouldn't be here!"

"No one forced you to fight, whiney milk drinker!"

"Enough! Both of you!" snapped Aela.

The room was loud of moans, groans and cries. Bodies laid around as the healers scramble to aid them. Rami was just finishing helping some soldiers and goes and tends to the Stormcloak and the Legion. "I can take care of them but I don't think having him here is a good idea." She motioned to the Stormcloak.

"Look the man is in pain and he needs help just fix him." said Rohan.

"Apart that every soldier in here wants his head, Jarl Balgruuf wouldn't like it."

"To Oblivion on what the Jarl doesn't like, make this man well!"

"He is the Jarl and this is his Hold!" said Rami through clenched teeth.

"Just get him better, I'll handle Balgruuf."

Rami let out a frustrated sigh and tend to the Stormcloak while the other healers helps the legion. Rohan and Aela returned to Jorrvaskr, the Companions looked confused to see them return so early. "Not any game today?" said Vignar.

"No, we saw something we shouldn't see." said Aela sitting down.

"A bear fucking rabbit." joked Njada, the Companions giggle.

"A plain filled with kinsmen blood." laments Rohan staring into space. The mood then suddenly dropped. As the Companions lower their heads. "This war." Grumbled Vilkas, "It has gotten nowhere, no resolve at all. It's got worse and worse."

"This war will grant us freedom if Ulfric sits the throne." said Vignar.

"Really Vignar!? Freedom!?" said Rohan, "It was Ulfric's doing that brought the fucking Empire here prancing around!"

"The Empire stripped us of our heritage!" snapped back Vignar, "Yours and mine! It was the Empire that licked the Thalmor's boots and it was the Thalmor that took your parents from this world! And by what doing made those Altmer feigns invade? The Empire!"

"And how do think this will all get better huh? How many men must die for one man's power obsession! Skyrim is still bleeding and it's all from these ridiculous politics and obscured nationalism that is bringing this land to its knees!" Rohan was loud and sounded emotional, ever since he came to Skyrim it was in chaos, "Mothers and Fathers losing their daughters and sons, Jarls at debates, allies are destroyed while enemies are made. This is a time where Skyrim needs to be united and we're not! I'm even standing here arguing with you Vignar! Is this the Skyrim our ancestors fought for?! Is this the Empire Talos founded?! I should've let Alduin eat this world!" Rohan storms off to his room downstairs. Vignar gets up still looking mad and walks to his room. A silence stilled resonated in the room and the Companions have a long thought to themselves.

"I used to believe this war wouldn't affect any of us but really it has." said Athis solemnly.

"War is usually just one big glory fest but this war is just one big tragedy." said Ria.

"I agree." said Farkas, "It's been happening for a long time and still nothing is done."

"Both sides are to lose." said Vilkas, " Kodlak had us stay out it."

"And Rohan has been continuing that method." said Aela

"But what will it do Aela? We just can't sit here and wait, nothing good is coming out of it."

"And what would you do huh? If you want to join the war, who would you side with? And what if another of your shield-siblings joined the opposing side? Would you kill them? This is a civil war Vilkas! The worse kind of war, the war where the blood among kin are spilled."

"I think that is something our Harbinger has to deal with."

"And you heard his word, we will not fight!"

Aela goes down to the quarters to see how Rohan was and the other Companions went back to what they were doing earlier. Rohan was in his room, starring at the mannequin that had his dragonbone armor on it. He hadn't worn the armor since he slew Alduin and he swore he would never have to put on that armor again. His dragonscale armor set had substituted for a more light fit.

"Are you feeling okay?" said Aela in the doorway.

"Fine just fine, I apologize if I had let my emotion got the best of me back there. I didn't mean to garnish the old man, I've got nothing but respect for Vignar. I honor him."

"Don't be so down, Vignar was always the old fashioned type I guess when he sees Ulfric preaching things he favors, and he just went with it."

Rohan was still staring at the armor, not moving.

"Why are you just staring at that?" said Aela.

"I'm thinking, looking at this armor helps me think."

"How?"

"Cause when I was wearing this armor, I was thought that everything has a choice, that even though it might seemed that it is all laid out for you, it's up to you to see how it goes."

Aela smiled at Rohan's philosophical ways, it was one of the main reasons why he was made her Harbinger. Just when she would think that he doesn't have an answer he does. "What we saw earlier is still there. Still lodged in my mind."

Rohan turned to Aela giving her a sorrow look, he could sense the sadness in her voice. Aela would go around acting as fierce and hardy as ever, saying that all the glory was happening out there at the war and she was missing out but really she felt sorry for those fighting and wished she could help them, all of them just like Rohan. The two stare at each other with remorseful eyes, not blinking. None not saying anything but they knew what each other were thinking.

Rohan goes in for a big kiss and Aela kisses back deeper. She pulls his head into hers and hops on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Rohan carries her to the bed and throws her down, kissing her all over. Aela was going against her way, she promised herself that she would never lay with Rohan again unless he pledges himself to her and only her but Aela didn't care right now, she needed this, they both need it. This was a time of still chaos and the only way Rohan and Aela could get pass their frustrations was through sex, they needed some compassion.

Rohan couldn't keep his tongue out of Aela's mouth as they undress each other. Aela kissing down Rohan's neck all the way to his muscled chest and back up, biting his ear. Rohan did the same kissing her neck and groping her breast. Rohan was now on top of her, dry humping slightly. He grabs her underwear and rips it off still kissing. He slides his massive cock in and Aela lets out a whimpering grunt. He thrust slowly wanting to embrace every minute of this, they both locked into each other's eye as they let out hard short breaths. Rohan picks up the pace and Aela lets out loud moans, biting her lip and grabbing Rohan's head close to her chest. "I don't think we've had it this good before." said Rohan still thrusting.

"Shut…up!" said Aela, Rohan sits up still inside her and Aela's legs still wrapped around him. She grinds her body on him and Rohan thrust to the rhythm giving more pleasure. They continue looking in each other's eyes; Aela's sparkling gray stared right into Rohan's bright blue. They kiss deeply again, Rohan still thrusting but now faster. Aela grunts and moans her mouth still on Rohan's. The intercourse ran for hours, hours until they both fell asleep, Aela wrapped in Rohan's arms.

Aela got up the next morning with Rohan still asleep. She creeps out of his arms and puts on her under clothes quietly not wanting to wake him. She walks to the door but turns and sees him still lying there sleep. He had a slight smile on his face, seeing that just had a great night and it was good that he was sleeping soundly, he wasn't those nightmares anymore. Aela walks over to his bed and kisses him on the forehead, brushing the side of his face. She gave him one more soft look, missing his long hair and short beard but she had to admit, the shaved head and the scruff was a good look for him. Aela sneaks out the room, leaving him to his peaceful sleep.

She walks over towards her room with the rest of her stuff in her hands. "Bedding him again are we?" said a voice. Aela turns to her left and sees Lydia leaning against a wall slicing an apple and eating it. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see if my thane is alright. He didn't return home last night."

"What are you, his wife? He's always out I'm sure that isn't a shocker to you."

Lydia gave Aela a cold stern look, still chewing on her apple. Aela chuckles under her breath and smiles, keeping it friendly. "Relax, he's fine. He just needed some 'Companionship' if you will."

"Companionship as in fucking you again?"

Aela returns the stern cold look.

"Look he's been through enough in life and just started to gain his sanity back."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying stop. I know you two are close and everything but I don't like you courting him. You're making him emotionally inept."

"Me?! You need to tell THAT to your thane!" Aela turns and walks off into her room, offended by Lydia's words. It's me that's tearing him emotionally!? Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?! I see her here again I'm slicing her fucking face off! She throws her stuff in the corner and plops to her bed, holding herself. Lying there and thinking, just thinking.

Lydia throws her apple away and goes into the Harbinger's quarters. Rohan was in a deep sleep not a single noise woke him. Lydia had never seen Rohan slept so peacefully before, he almost looked adorable, like a child having a good dream. She sits at chair next to a bed and waits for him to wake up. After a couple minutes Rohan rolls in further to his right trying to reach for Aela but quickly wakes up realizing she was gone. "Your 'Companion' is in her room." said Lydia.

Rohan rolls on his back, rubbing his eyes yawning, "Still distant aren't we Aela?" he said to himself.

"I guessing there's a reason why you're here. You never show up in Jorrvaskr unless it was something important."

"The Jarl is having a meeting with all his court."

"So?"

"I said ALL Rohan. That means you."

"You know how much I hate politics. How much I cringe when I hear a whiney delegate speak."

Lydia just looks at Rohan, ignoring his complaints.

"I grew up a black smith's son! I'm no senator or noble privy."

"Yes, but you are a thane. And Harbinger of the Companions, plus apart from his brother, steward and housecarl, Balgruuf trusts you a lot."

Rohan just groan and puts his face in his palms, "I'm guessing it's one of those high end 'delagations' is the reason why he wants me there."

"You guess right. The meeting is at noon so come on time and dress nicely."

Rohan rolls his eyes and closes them, trying to go back asleep.

Word from the Writer: Sorry for the delay, hope you like this one. Rohan and Aela's relationship is quite "perplexed" but I'm not making it all about the story. Tell me what you think and if you have any questions or suggestions please tell me and I will answer. THANKS FOR READING!