Vir Emma Vhenan

by Eli N Maru

The Dalish Warden is enthralled with the young witch of the wilds, will she be able to convince Morrigan their love doesn't need to be a taboo or will the witch run away with her heart. My take on the events from Origins, Awakening and witch hunt. Femslash. F!Mahariel/Morrigan and slight F!Mahariel/Leliana, with a bit of F!Mahariel/Velanna during the Awakening chapters.

2. Chapter 2

Author's Note: Thank you for all the interest in the story, it's great to see others who like this pairing as much as I do. And thank you Prince Of Madness54 for the helpful review. I have the first chapter, this chapter and the next already typed up and am editing them but as soon as I start writing again I will definitely try to add more detail to some of the scenes. The ones that are straight from the game will probably still just be skimmed over since almost everyone should know them. So to anyone who is reading this note, thank you and there will be at least one more chapter in the next week. The rest will be as I write them. Reviews are always appreciated to give me enthusiasm to keep this story going. ~Eli.

Chapter 2

Eli awoke in a bed with a sharp pain in her upper chest. She tried to sit up but a gentle, yet firm hand held her down. The Dalish Rogue looked up to see the raven haired beauty; Morrigan's golden eyes watching her with slight concern. Morrigan removed her hand from Eli's shoulder and sat down next to her, checking the bandage that was on her right shoulder.

The young witch offered Eli a small smile. The Dalish Rogue smiled back before sitting up and noticing she had nothing but her small clothes on. Morrigan chuckled lightly as Eli spoke.

"What happened?"

"You do not remember?"

"I remember being overwhelmed by Darkspawn, then… nothing."

"Mother saved you and… your companion."

"Companion? Oh, Alistair."

"The suspicious, dimwitted, one yes."

Eli laughed at the young witch's description at her fellow Grey Warden. Morrigan noticed the mark on Eli's neck; she leaned over and ran her fingers over it. Eli smiled at Morrigan as she reached up and grabbed the young witch's hand. Morrigan did not pull away. They sat for a few moments in silence looking into each other's eyes before Morrigan got up and handed Eli her armor and weapons as she spoke.

"Mother wishes to speak with you before you leave."

Nodding her head, Eli stood and slipped on her armor. She walked over to Morrigan who now stood next to a pot of stew. The smell was heavenly. Eli placed her hands on Morrigan's hips. The young witch glanced over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the stew. Eli smirked and wrapped one of her arms around Morrigan's waist before biting her neck, over the spot she had left a mark on her the other day when they had met in the Wilds.

Morrigan dropped the spoon she was holding, into the pot. She then turned to the still smirking Eli. The Dalish Rogue let go of Morrigan and walked over to the door, winking at the young witch before opening the door and leaving. Morrigan sighed and gingerly touched the spot Eli had just bitten before returning to tending to the stew.

Eli emerged from the hut, stringing her bow around her back and sheathing her blades similarly. Morrigan's mother was near Alistair, he seemed completely distraught. Eli tried her best to keep the sarcastic comments to herself as Morrigan's mother announced the Rogue's appearance. Alistair turned to her, relief showed in his eyes.

"See, your fellow Grey Warden still lives."

"Eli, I'm glad you're alright."

"Afraid you were going to be left alone?"

"Duncan's dead… Morrigan's mother saved us…"

"Do not talk about me as if I'm not here boy."

"You never told us your name. What do we call you?"

"Names are pretty but useless. The Chasind call me Flemeth, I suppose it will do."

Alistair looked surprised. Eli got on one knee and bowed her head in respect; she had had her suspicions but didn't truly believe this crazy old hag was the Ashabellenar of legend. Flemeth cackled and bade the Elf to stand. Alistair gave the Rogue an odd look before Flemeth spoke again.

"Stand young Warden."

"Bel Enansal Ashabellenar."

"Yes, yes, blessings are nice. But what are you going to do to stop the Blight?"

"Everyone's gone… We can't…"

"Quiet Shem! We will use the treaties and do what we must, Serranas Ashabellenar."

Eli turned to leave when Morrigan walked out of the small hut. Alistair stood mutely beside Eli. Flemeth noticed the look the two women shared, briefly. She was about to speak up when the ex-Templar decided to share his thoughts on what they should do.

"Arl Eamon… of Redcliff. We could go to him. He's a good man, respected and well liked."

"Once we seek out the treaties, we will go to him."

"Sounds like you have a plan, I have but one thing left to offer. Morrigan shall accompany you."

"What? Mother I-"

Before she could finish her sentence Alistair stepped forward. He shook his head and held his hands up before speaking.

"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but she'll only add to our problems. Outside of the Wilds she's an apostate."

"If you don't want help from us illegal mages, I should have left you bleeding on the tower floor."

"Serranas Ashabellenar, if Morrigan wishes too, she may join us, of her choosing."

Morrigan quirked an eyebrow at Eli's assertive tone before glancing at her mother. Flemeth's face remained impassive as she turned her piercing gaze on the young witch. Morrigan faltered under her mother's gaze.

"I-very well. Let me get my things, if you please."

After that was said Morrigan walked off into the hut. She gathered a small pack of herbs, grabbed her staff and a bedroll before reemerging from the hut. Eli awaited with a small smirk; Alistair was muttering under his breath about frogs, sneaky witch thiefs, Elves and women in general. Flemeth gave her a knowing look and without thinking her hand moved to touch the small mark on her neck near her necklace where Eli had bitten her. She cleared her throat and dropped her hand before speaking.

"The stew is boiling mother. Do not forget to take it off the fire. I would hate to return to a burned down hut."

"Ha! It is more likely that you will return to see this place will be swallowed up by the Blight."

"I-all I meant 'twas…"

"I know. Do try to have fun dear."

Morrigan nodded before walking over to stand in front of Eli. The Elf gave her a small smirk before Alistair cleared his throat. Morrigan walked past Eli, discreetly making contact with the Elf. Eli tuned around, watching Morrigan. This is going to be fun. The young witch stood near a path that led into the Wilds, she spoke in a wistful tone.

"This is the way to a small village north of here. I say we head there to gather some supplies. Or I could simply be your silent guide."

"I'd prefer you to speak you mind, Morrigan."

"You will regret saying that."

"Dear, sweet mother, how kindly I shall remember this, the day you cast me out-."

Eli realized that the two witches were not about to stop bickering until someone intervened. She walked over to Morrigan and grabbed her hand, pulling her down the path she had pointed out moments ago. Alistair sighed and shook his head before following the two women.

Eli did not let go of Morrigan's hand as they traversed through the Wilds. The young witch led them past the Darkspawn horde. Eli was still uneasy, however, she kept her eyes and ears alert for any sign of danger. Alistair trailed quietly behind them.

After a few hours the sun was slowly starting to sink behind the trees. The trio stopped at a small clearing. There was a small stream nearby, a few trees and lots of lush grass, overall the perfect spot to stop and camp for the night. Eli let go of Morrigan's hand and grabbed a hold of a low hanging tree branch, swiftly pulling herself up into the tree. The young witch watched the Rogue with curious golden eyes. Eli scanned the surrounding area and saw some movement. Notching an arrow in her bow, she shot, there was a slight yelp as the animal fell over.

Leaping out of the tree, Eli landed next to Morrigan. She smiled at the young witch before running off to collect her kill. Morrigan shook her head before gathering some twigs together and a fallen branch to create a small fire. She waved her hand over the small bundle causing it to erupt in flames. Morrigan stayed seated and broke the large branch into smaller pieces for the fire. All the while Alistair stood over by a tree.

Eli returned to the clearing a little while later. She had blood coating her hands and splattered over the rest of her. Alistair started to walk towards her, but realized she was carrying a freshly skinned pelt and what seemed to be the meat from the animal. Eli carried it over to the fire and sat down. Morrigan looked at her. The Rogue smiled before moving next to her. She took a few of the sticks Morrigan had collected and sliced off some meat, sticking them onto the sticks before sprinkling some herbs on them and placed them to roast near the fire.

The young witch watched the Elf cooking the meat, and then place some more of the ground up herbs on the rest of the meat before wrapping it in a few leaves. Morrigan quirked a brow at Eli, who got up and walked towards the stream. She spoke over her shoulder as she walked away.

"Don't let the meat burn."

Eli knelt next to the stream and washed the blood from her arms and face. She then moved a bit up stream and filled some empty skins with water to take back to camp.

Once she filled the last of the skins Eli walked back to camp. Morrigan had taken the meat from the fire and replaced it with some she had cut off herself. Eli sat down next to the witch and offered her one of the skins. Alistair walked over and sat down on the other side of the fire. Eli offered him some meat and a skin. He accepted them with a nod in thanks. After he finished his dinner he laid down and closed his eyes.

Morrigan took a bite out of her's; a shocked expression came over her face. Eli couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips. The young witch glared at her for a moment before resuming eating her dinner. Once they'd both finished Eli laid down and stretched herself out and rested her head on the witch's lap. Morrigan blinked a few times before looking down at the Elf. Eli gave her a cocky grin before reaching up and running a finger along Morrigan's jaw. The young witch visibly stiffened, her ochure eyes narrowed as Eli let her finger run down the witch's slender neck, a crossed her shoulder to her leather and feather clad arm. Morrigan spoke up, trying to keep her voice from betraying her impassivity.

"What is with all the touching?"

"Oh, so am I only allowed to touch you when the men are looking? Not that he's much of a man…"

Eli jerked a thumb in the sleeping ex-Templar's direction before sitting up. She moved to pick up the pelt and get up, but the light touch to her arm from the young witch froze her. She turned to Morrigan and smiled. Morrigan looked away before speaking.

"You made dinner. I'll tend to the drying of the pelt… 'Tis the least I can do."

"It's fine. Get some rest. You're the one leading us to the Shemlen town."

Morrigan watched the Elf get up with the pelt in hand. Eli walked over to a nearby tree and pinned the pelt to it. She then got up in the tree and sat on a low branch, her back against the trunk of the tree. Morrigan stared off into the fire for a while, lost in thought. She thought about the mark on Eli's neck that she had put there, her hand subconsciously started lightly touching the mark Eli had left on her own neck hours ago. She doesn't try to hide it… 'Tis most unsettling that mother saw it, yet she still wanted me to accompany them…

The young witch pulled herself from her thoughts and got up. She wandered over to the tree Eli was perched in. Resting her staff against the tree Morrigan pulled herself up into the tree. Eli kept her gaze towards the darkness of the forest. The serene sense of nature made her feel at home. She looked over at the young witch. Grey eyes met gold. Eli let her legs fall around the branch before pulling Morrigan to her. The young witch seemed a bit startled; she started to move away from the Elf when said Elf turned her around so that she was leaning against Eli's chest. Morrigan remained stiffened. Eli began to rub the young witch's shoulders to help her relax, before wrapping her arms around the witch's waist and resting her chin on Morrigan's shoulder.

Morrigan sighed and relaxed enough to rest herself against the Elf. Eli smiled and spoke softly into her ear.

"It's so peaceful at night, calm and quiet. I always felt safe in the darkness of it."

"The dark of night 'tis a comforting mask."

Eli rubbed her hands over Morrigan's arms. She loved how the young witch felt against her. It felt natural. The Dalish Rogue wouldn't dare voice her thoughts to Morrigan though. She knew the game they would play until they defeated the Archdemon and ended the Blight then part ways. Eli sighed, earning her a tilt of the head from Morrigan. The Dalish Rogue spoke just as softly as before, not really wanting to move, but knowing the young witch was cold.

"Come, we should rest now. I'm sure the fire has given out already. But I have a blanket you could-."

"Tis fine. Keep your blanket. If the only competent Grey Warden gets ill we will truly be in trouble."

The Dalish Rogue laughed before moving the young witch forward so she could jump down. Once she was on the ground she looked up and was going to help Morrigan down, when the young witch leapt from the tree and landed next to her. Eli watched Morrigan saunter towards the dying fire. She grabbed a few more twigs before following the young witch back towards the fire. Morrigan had laid out her bedroll and was trying to restart the fire. Eli sat down next to her and added the twigs she had gathered. Morrigan waved her hand over the sticks and it roared back to life.

Morrigan laid back on her bedroll closing her eyes, awaiting sleep. Eli reached over and placed her blanket over Morrigan's body. The young witch's eyes flew open, her golden eyes glaring at the offending blanket. Eli chuckled to herself as Morrigan turned on her side to look at the Dalish Rogue. Eli lay on her back and gazed up at the stars as she spoke.

"Its Halla fur. Don't complain, I know you're cold. So just be quiet and accept it."

"What will you do if I don't 'be quiet and accept it?'"

There was a teasing lilt in the witch's voice; Eli couldn't help the wolfish grin that pulled at her lips. She turned on her side and draped her arm over Morrigan's waist. The young witch quirked her eyebrow at Eli, awaiting an answer. Eli smoothed the fur of the blanket down as she rubbed Morrigan's side before she spoke.

"May you find peace in your dreams, Vhenan'ara."

Eli rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. Morrigan stayed on her side and watched the Rogue sleep. Her amber eyes watching the rise and fall of Eli's chest, how the moonlight cast shadows on her face. The young witch let her eyes close and she dreamt of a Dalish woman with stone coloured eyes.

The morning light awoke Alistair. He sat up and rubbed at his sore muscles, looking around. The ex-Templar noticed that Morrigan was still asleep and Eli was stirring a small pot of something. Eli looked up at him for a brief moment before turning back to the stew. She added a few more herbs and chunks of meat before speaking up.

"Morning. Could you go fill up the skins with fresh water? Once we finish eating we're setting off."

Alistair nodded and picked up the skins before heading over to the stream. Eli let the stew simmer as she knelt next to Morrigan. She brushed the witch's hair from her face. Morrigan's eyes fluttered slightly before opening to reveal her ochure hues. Eli smiled at her before speaking.

"Breakfast is ready. Once the Shem gets back from the stream we can eat."

Morrigan mumbled something she thought Eli couldn't hear before sitting up. She grabbed her pack and pulled out a brush. Eli raised an eyebrow. Without a word the young witch got up and walked off towards the stream. Alistair was on his way back when he passed Morrigan. She didn't even glance in his direction. Alistair noticed her raven locks were free from its usual swept up style.

He sat down by the small fire and handed Eli two of the skins he'd filled with fresh water. The Dalish Rogue placed one of the skins in her own pack and the other near Morrigan's pack. She then stood up and rolled Morrigan's bedroll up and neatly folded her Halla blanket. Alistair silently watched the Elf.

Morrigan sat down by the stream and tried her best to fix her hair back up in her swept up style. Once she had finished with her hair she looked at her own reflection. The young witch's mind was fragmented with thoughts of her dream. She tried to remember it. Soft lips, dark hair, stone coloured eyes. My pale flesh flushed with exertion as it was pressed up against her tattooed body. Morrigan splashed her face with water, trying to dispel her thoughts.

Eli and Alistair had started and finished their breakfast. The ex-Templar offered to take the dishes down to the stream to clean them, but Eli shook her head and collected her's and Alistair's dishes. Before she headed to the stream she made a bowlof the stew for Morrigan and carried it with her. Alistair watched the Elf walk off towards the stream. He shook his head. What is with her…? That witch is just as much human as I am… Kinda…

The Dalish Rogue sat down next to Morrigan, causing her to jump. Eli chuckled and set the bowls down before brushing away a lock of the witch's hair that stuck to her wet face. Morrigan wiped at her face to dry it off some before speaking.

"Come to tell me we're setting off?"

"No, actually, came to give you your breakfast. You alright?"

"Yes."

"You sure? I would hate to have my favorite witch-."

"What ails me is of little consequence. And I highly doubt that I am your favorite witch."

Eli shook her head and laughed. She placed the bowls her and Alistair used in the stream and washed off the remnants of the food off. Morrigan leaned over and took the bowl from her and started to finish cleaning it. Eli looked over at the young witch, curiosity showed in her stone hues. The young witch continued to wash the bowls. Once she'd finished she took the one Eli brought for her and began to eat. The Dalish Rogue continued to watch her. Morrigan stopped and sat the spoon down in the bowl before her ochure eyes locked onto Eli's grey ones. The young witch was the first to speak.

"What? 'Tis most unsettling having you stare at me like that."

"Abelas. It's just…"

"Just what?"

"Nothing. When you finish we'll be setting off."

Morrigan nodded and resumed eating. Eli moved to get up, but moved closer to the young witch instead. She leaned over so her lips were pressed to the shell of Morrigan's ear and whispered in a playful tone.

"I saw you watching me sleep last night. I also noticed the noises you made while you slept. Have a bad dream?"

The young witch suppressed a shudder. She turned to the Elf with a deadly glare. Eli laughed and moved away from her, slightly. Morrigan finished her stew and moved to clean the bowl, but Eli moved behind her and wrapped her arms around the young witch. She continued to wash the remnants of food off the bowl, trying to ignore the Elven woman as she placed light kisses along her shoulder up to her neck. Eli bit down on the witch's neck, causing a small moan to escape her.

Morrigan pulled herself away from the elf and picked up the bowl she was washing, using it to dump water on Eli's head. The Rogue grinned before tackling the witch into the stream. Morrigan looked up at the Elf; if looks could kill Eli would have had a short life, well shorter then a normal Grey Warden anyway. Eli kept the young witch under her by straddling her. Morrigan splashed some water at the Rogue.

Eli laughed as the witch flipped their positions. Once Morrigan had the Dalish Rogue under her, she allowed herself a small smile. Eli grinned at Morrigan before speaking.

"I'd prefer you on top."

Before the witch could answer, they both turned when they heard a noise to see what it was, as Alistair stumbled next to the stream. His face was a bright red at seeing the two wet, women, one straddling the other. Morrigan smirked at Eli before she leaned over and nuzzled the Elf's neck, biting it gently. She then got off of Eli and sauntered back towards their camp. Eli watched the sway of the witch's hips before turning to Alistair, who gave her a disapproving glare. She clicked her tongue at him before speaking.

"I think I'm in love."

Eli laughed at the horrified look Alistair gave her as he helped her up. She shook her short, shaggy, black hair to free the water from it. The ex-Templar still had a disapproving look as they walked back to camp. Eli patted his shoulder before speaking.

"I'm joking Shem. Come on we should be able to make it to the village before nightfall."

The trio had been walking for a while when they heard a dog barking. Eli noticed the hound as it tackled her to the ground, licking her face. The Elf laughed before telling the dog to get off of her. She sat on the ground petting the hound as Morrigan spoke up.

"Are we going to have this slobbering, mangy beast following us as well?"

"He's not mangy… I think this is the Mabari you took care of back in Ostagar."

"I know it is, right Fen 'Harel?"

The dog barked happily in confirmation. Eli stood up and walked over to Morrigan, offering her a small smile. The witch snorted derisively. Alistair was petting the dog as he spoke up.

"What's Fen 'Harel mean?"

"Dread Wolf. It's the Dalish god of treachery."

"There's more to the story then that Morrigan. But I figured a fierce name for a fierce beast."

Fen 'Harel barked in agreement. Eli smiled down at him and reached into her pack. She fished out some of the leftover meat and gave it to the dog. Morrigan leaned on a broken fence and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Now we have a dog, and Alistair is still the most useless member of our party…"

The four of them traversed a little longer before they arrived outside the small village of Lothering. A group of bandits awaited them near the village. Eli took the forefront and got in the bandit leaders face.

"Move aside Shem."

"Not until you pay the toll. Ten silver."

"They are fools to get in our way, I say teach them a lesson."

Eli grinned and nodded as the bandit leader awaited his payment. Eli unsheathed her Ba'Missan and cut the leader down where he stood. His fellow bandits tried to attack but were either frozen by Morrigan and then shattered by Eli or tackled and torn to shreds by Fen 'Harel.

Once the last of the bandits had been dealt with Eli searched their bodies for anything useful. Morrigan found a few crates and took what they could use. They made it down a few steps towards the little town before Alistair decided to speak up.

"Hey, uhm…"

"It speaks! Was falling on your blade in grief too much trouble then?"

"You have been awfully quiet Shem."

"Is it so hard to believe that I'm upset since Duncan's death? What if your mother had died Morrigan?"

"Before or after I stopped laughing?"

"Right… very creepy, forget I said anything."

Eli chuckled to herself at their banter before sharing an amused look with Morrigan. Alistair glared at both of the women. The Dalish Rogue pet Fen' Harel's head before she spoke to Alistair.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"Did you read the treaties?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well I was wondering what course of action we are going to take. I say Redcliff is still our best option."

"Morrigan what do you think?"

"Find this man Logain and deal with him, the rest of this can then be dealt with in peace."

"Yeah, 'cause it's that easy…"

"I was asked for my opinion so I gave it, if you'd like to stand here and argue then we shall stand here until the Blight is upon us!"

"Enough you two. Let's just get going."

The Elf grabbed Morrigan's hand before leading them into the village. They saw an elderly woman arguing with a merchant. Eli's curiosity got the better of her; she walked over to them, interrupting the bickering merchant and woman. The elderly woman smiled in relief at the Elf, whereas the merchant appraised her like she was a customer. It was the woman who asked for help first.

"This man is charging outlandish prices for goods he bought from these poor people last week! They flee for their lives and you swindle them!"

"Any of these men would do the same in his position."

"Morrigan's right. You Shemlens are all the same."

"Exactly. So, what you say about helpin' me for a little profit?"

"Get rid of the 'little' part and we have a deal."

"Alright."

The elderly woman was taken aback. She glared at the trio, Eli in particular. Alistair shook his head as Eli told the woman to leave.

"You'd actually do the bidding of this evil little man?"

"Can you beat his offer?"

"No, all I can offer is our thanks."

"Right... Anyone not here to do business should leave then."

The merchant had a shit eating grin as the old woman left ranting about Elves and evil men, and that the Maker would would see to them. Morrigan and Eli shared a small laugh about the Maker cursing them. Morrigan was the first to speak up before the Merchant.

"That was a fine sentiment if I'd ever heard one."

"Here's 100 silver for your trouble, thanks for driving off that rifraff."

"And a discount."

"Alright, but only for you. Don't go spreadin' it around that I gave you it."

Eli looked over the merchants wares and sold him some of the stuff they had acquried from the bandits that they'd met when heading into town. After buying Morrigan a new staff and using her to distract the merchant so she could cut the strings of his coin purse she walked off. The young witch laughed at the merchant's advances as she walked away from him and found Eli standing with Fen'Harel next to Alistair near a bridge. She was tossing a coin purse in the air and grinning as Morrigan stopped in front of her. The ex- Templar shook his head.

"You're such a delight Eli, I bet you'll make friends every where we go."

"Hey, that shem was askin' for it. Chargin' that much for his wares, and his 'discount' was more of a-"

The Dalish went silent when a little boy ran up to her asking about his mom. Eli knelt in front of him and opened up the merchant's coin purse, handing the boy a soverign. The boy's face lit up in a smile as he thanked her. Eli smiled back as the boy spoke up.

"Are you an Elf?"

"Did the pointed ears give it away?"

"Father always said Elves were mean, but you're a nice Elf."

"Not all of us are bad, Da'len. You should go ask one of the Chantry people to help you find your mom, or find some food with the money I gave you."

The boy nodded and thanked her again before running off. Morrigan and Alistair had watched the interaction between the boy and Eli in silence. The young witch was lost in thought. Even though she holds such disdain for mankind and the chantry, she helped the boy and told him to seek out one of the Chantry imbecils. I wonder what other surprises she'll unveil. How will she react to the the Archdemon, to the ritual? Morrigan was pulled from her thoughts when Alistair started talking to the Dalish Warden.

"I really didn't expect that from you... you're really nice person underneath it all."

"Don't even think about it Shem."

Morrigan pointed out a desolate looking Elven family to Eli, to deter Alistair's want of a hug from the Dalish. Eli's stone eyes showed her thanks as she walked over to them. She gave them some of the Merchant's money before asking what was wrong, they smiled. The father of the family explained that bandits had taken everything they owned when they arrived. Eli reassured them that they had killed the bandit. They thanked her before she turned and walked away.

Eli started over the bridge when she heard Alistair and Morrigan's bickering. The Dalish Rogue stopped and scanned over the area, as she listened to her companion's banter.

"So, Morrigan, let's talk about your mother for a moment."

"I'd rather talk about your mother."

"There's nothing to tell, and besides isn't your's a scary witch who lives in the middle of a forest? Much more interesting."

"To you perhaps, though you would find the moss growing upon a stone interesting."

"You know what's more interesting then that? Apostates. Mages outside of the Tower. That's illegal, ya know."

"You did not read that in a book somewhere did you? I hope the small letters did not strain you over much."

"Or we could not talk about your mother... That works for me."

The Dalish chuckled to herself, gaining the attention of her companions. Morrigan walked over to lean against the part of the bridge Eli was leaning on. Eli smiled at her and took the young witch's hand into her own as she led them over to a nearby tavern.

An elderly woman who looked well near her own death walked over in front them, blocking their path to the tavern. Morrigan seemed a bit irritated, whereas Alistair looked around at the tents from whence the woman had come from. The sick and injured there tore at his comapassion. Eli placed her hand on the elderly woman's shoulder as she had a bout of coughing. The woman thanked her before speaking up.

"You got a place to stay for the night? You taken care of?"

"Yes,we are. Here take these."

Eli reached into her pack and pulled out some Elfroot potions, handing them to the woman. The elderly woman thanked her and blessed the maker that she had come when their supplies were running low. Eli just smiled at the woman before walking off to the tavern.

Once they were inside the tavern they stepped but a few steps inside when a man in military issue regalia and a few thugish looking men with him had stepped infront of them. Eli reached for her Ba'Missan and Morrigan readied her new staff when a Lay sister stepped in between the Warden and the would-be attackers. She gave Eli a small smile before speaking.

"Please, there is no need to fight."

"These here are the Wardens who betrayed King Cailin!"

"Seth'lin! Your people are the ones who turned tail and left us to die!"

"I'm sure we can resolve this peacefully."

"Then say a prayer For your Lethallin, Shem."

In a fluid movement, Eli grabbed one of her Ba'Misu and threw it into the leader of the men. Morrigan fired a few cold blasts of ice at the men as Eli parried with them. Alistair and Fen'Harel fended off the attackers that came from the kitchen of the tavern. Even the Lay sister joined in to help Eli. She fought back to back with the Dalish Rogue, her daggers moving just as quickly as the Elf's.

Once the fight was over Eli turned to the Lay sister, sheathing her weapons. The Lay sister brushed her red hair from her face after she sheathed her daggers. She walked over to Eli, a sweet smile on her face. The Dalish gave her a once over appraising just who she might be. Morrigan noticed and made a slightly frustrated noise. Alistair looked over at Morrigan who appeared to be glarring daggers at the Lay sister as she spoke to Eli.

"You're quite the capable fighter, sister."

"I am. And I'd like to join you. You are a Warden correct?"

"I am... But why would you want to join me?"

"The Maker told me to."

"Right... I'd rather not have your Maker interferring in my life. But if you wish to tag along I will not refuse you."

"More crazy I thought we were all full up."

"It 'twould seem you cracked your skull worse then mother thought..."

Morrigan turned away from the Dalish Rogue and walked out of the tavern. Eli turned to Alistair, who just shrugged his shoulders. She walked over to the ex-Templar and asked him to help Leliana find some armor, that she did not want to travel with a woman in Chantry attire. Alistair nodded as Eli left the tavern with Fen'Harel.

Eli followed Fen'harel to the bridge where Morrigan stood, looking out at the landscape. She walked over and placed her arm around the young witch's waist as she leaned against the bridge. Morrigan gave her a sidelong glance but didn't speak. The Dalish sighed before removing her arm from the witch's waist and sitting on the ground next to Morrigan. She pet Fen'Harel as they sat their in silence. Why do I feel slighted by the fact that Eli looked at the Chantry wench. It's not like she is mine to claim. I am only with her to gain the soul of an old god. Morrigan tried to deny the fact that she was becoming rather found of the Elf in such a short amount of time, for the sake of her task.

The young witch turned and looked down at Eli. She offered her a hand, which Eli accepted. Morrigan helped the Elf up before speaking.

"We have our supplies, and now a Chantry wench... I say we should leave this town before we have the Maker himself decide he wishes to annoy me as well."

"Morrigan, I only agreed for her to join us because of her fighting skills."

Morrigan looked a bit surprised. She had not expected the Elf to try and explain herself, there was no reason to. The young witch knew she was acting foolish, and she had hoped that Eli had over looked this fact. Waving her hand to dismiss the Elf's explaination, she started to walk away. Eli walked off after her, lacing her fingers with the young witch's as they walked back to the tavern where The Lay sister and Alistair waited outside for them.

Eli noticed the leather armor the sister wore instead of the Chantry robes. It hugged against the red head's figure unlike the unflattering robes. Eli grinned as they approached the two comapinions.

"So, sister, is that what we are to call you?"

"I am Leliana."

"Pleasure, I am Eli."

The Elf took Leliana's hand into her own and placed a soft kiss on her fingers. Morrigan gritted her teeth, her eyes seemed to burn into the red head. Alistair noticed and stepped in between the women. He rubbed the back of his head and placed his arm around Eli's shoulder and directed her away from the two women. Leliana looked confused, whereas Morrigan walked away from the Lay sister.

Eli and Alistair walked around the corner. The Dalish Rogue noticed a tall man in a cage. She shrugged the ex-Templar off of her and walked over to the him. The tall man glared down at her. Eli noticed the rusted lock, she gingerly inspected it. Alistair, Morrigan, Leliana and Fen'Harel had caught up to her and noticed the man in the cage. Leliana spoke up only to be rebutted by Morrigan.

"The Revered Mother said he cut down a farmer and his family in cold blood, she sentenced him to this cage. To be left to starve or found by the Darkspawn, not even a killer deserves this fate."

"He is a proud and powerful creature, if you cannot find use of him at least set him free for mercy's sake alone."

"Not what I would expect from you Morrigan..."

"I also suggest that Alistair take his place."

"That's what I would expect..."

The Dalish shook her head and laughed at Morrigan and Alistair before turning back to the lock. She pulled out a little needle like device from her glove and set to picking the lock. Once it opened and fell to the ground she opened the cage door. The tall man just stood there silently. Eli rubbed the back of her neck before giving him her infamous grin and holding out a hand.

"I'm Eli, of the Grey Wardens."

"I have no reason to talk to you Elf."

"I just set you free, doesn't that count?"

"I placed myself in this cage."

"Why?"

"I lost control."

"How?"

"I lost my sword without it I have no honor."

"I see. Come with me and we can find your sword. At the very least you can regain your honor by stopping the Blight."

"Very well I am Sten of the Berasaad-Vanguard of the Qunari people."

The tall man stepped out of the cage and stood next to Alistair. Eli's grin never faltered as she started to lead them away from the cage. She noticed Alistair was taking up the rear guard as usual, so she snuck around behind him, it was a good thing Sten was so large, the ex-Templar didn't even notice her. She tripped Alistair and with a slight nudge as he fell, he landed in the cage. Eli quickly shut the door with a chuckle. Alistair started raving about how they were the last remaining Grey Wardens and should get along. Morrigan walked over to the Elf. Eli smiled at her. Leliana and the Qunari stood behind the two women. Leliana looked confused and worried whereas Sten looked stoic.

Eli leaned against the cage door to keep Alistair inside it. She turned to the young witch, her grin and self satisfaction evident in her stone coloured eyes.

"You guys ready to leave?"

"Of course my Grey Warden."

Morrigan mentally chastised herself, hoping Eli didn't find any meaning in those words. Eli noticed the subtle sensuality in the young witch's tone. She slid her hand around Morrigan's waist, without the others noticing, that is except for Alistair. Morrigan glanced over at the Elf, but said nothing as Alistair spoke up.

"You're not seriously gonna leave me here because the sneaky witch thief said to are you?"

"I don't know, it is a tempting idea... But I suppose we do need the other remaining Grey Warden so no."

The Dalish moved away from the door, lightly trailing her fingers along the young witch's exposed back as she did so. Morrigan hid whatever emotion it was that this Elf stirred in her. Alistiar shook his head at the two women as he stepped out of the cage. Eli started to lead them out of the village when she heard Morrigan and Alistair's banter.

"I have a wonder Alistair, if you will indulge me..."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of the two of you that remain, are you not the senior Grey Warden here? I find it curious that you allow another to lead, while you follow."

"You find that curious, do you?"

"In fact you defer to a new recruit. Is that the policy of the Grey Wardens or simply a personal one?"

"What do you want to hear? That I prefer to follow? I do."

"You sound so very defensive."

"Couldn't you go crawl under a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks."

Eli shook her head and sighed. It would seem the two of them wouldn't even try to get along. The Elf stopped abruptly, causing Alistair to stumble. He almost fell over if it had not been for Sten grabbing his arm to keep him up right. The little gang looked to their leader to see what was wrong. There was a little group of refugees with weapons one of them stepped foreward.

"You are the Grey Wardens, there is a bounty on your head. We're sorry to do this, but-."

Before the man finished his sentence the group behind him and some that were at Eli's group's sides attacked them. Alistair and Sten charged in head first and started swinging their swords at the group in front of them. Leliana and Eli held off the ones at their sides. Morrigan started to unleash her flurry of magic as always until one of the ones from the group Alistair and Sten were fighting got passed them and snuck up behind her. With a dagger at her throat the man forced her to lower her staff. Eli noticed and cut down the final three men in her way to get to Morrigan.

She grabbed her bow and notched an arrow, taking careful aim. Everyone in the Grey Warden's little group had defeated the rest of the refugees and stood by her side at the ready. Eli fingered the feathers on her arrow, trying to reassure herself that she could make the shot without hitting Morrigan when Alistair stepped foreward.

"Let her go. We have defeated your friends, do you really want to be next?"

"Attack me and she dies."

"Alistair stand down. Ar'din nuvenin na'din. But if you do not release her I will. Emma Shem'nan, Ar tu na'lin emm mi, Seth'lin."

"What? I don't- just drop your weapons or-."

Eli let go of the arrow, it flew past the side of Morrigan's face, barely missing her and into the refugees neck. He let out a startled girggling noise before sinking to the ground in a lifeless slump. Morrigan let out her withheld breath as Eli ran over to her. She took the young witch into her arms, before noticing the scratch mark on her cheek from where the arrow had just missed her. Eli wiped the blood away with her thumb. Morrigan's ochure eyes searched Eli's stone ones for answers. The Elf looked genuinly concerned. She moved away from Eli as the others watched them. Alistair had a knowing look on his smug face, it irritated Morrigan to no end.

The young witch started walking away from Eli and the group, continuing on the way away from the village. Everyone else turned to Eli, who sighed and followed after Morrigan. They only made it a few feet away when they stopped to help two dwarves who had been attacked by Darkspawn. Morrigan unleashed a hellish fury on the Darkspawn like none any had seen before. She let the magic flow through her as she shifted into a spider and leapt onto a Hurlock alpha tearing out the creatures throat with her poisonous fangs.

Sten, Alistair and Leliana stood back by the two dwarves and watched the young witch. Alistair flinched as Morrigan leapt onto another Hurlock. Fen'Harel tore into a Gemlock as Eli let loose a few arrows before walking over to Morrigan. The now spider turned witch watched as the Elf walked over to her. She drew back on her legs and braced herself as her venom dripped from her fangs. Eli restrung her bow around her back before kneeling down next to the spider turned witch. Morrigan's gold tinted eyes watched the Elf closely. Eli reached out and ran her hand along the leg Morrigan had arched by her Dalish was gentle as her hand travelled up the leg to the spider turned witch's head; she continued to gently run her fingers along the spot where Morrigan's throax connected with her head.

Morrigan seemed to calm down and lean into Eli's touch. The Elf smiled as Morrigan turned back into her human form. Eli averted her eyes and tried her best to block the view of Alistair and Leliana. Morrigan slipped her tatterd skirt, and revelaing shirt back on. As she fixed her hair back into it's swept up style she noticed Eli looking away from her. Morrigan allowed herself a small smile before standing. Eli stood and laced her fingers with the young witch's before walking over to their companions and the dwarves. Leliana noticed Eli holding onto the Witch's hand and tried not to think about what the obvious implecation was. The elder of the two Dwarves stepped foreward and spoke up.

"Mighty timely arrival. My boy Sandal and I would've been gonners for sure if you hadn't along. Which way you headed, I suspect we're goin' the same way."

"I doubt you'd want to travel with a Grey Warden, but you're welcome along."

"Oh... No, that's fine. I suspect your travels will be more exciting then my boy and I need. Thank you though."

The two Dwarves set about cleaning up their broken cargo and fixing their wagon. Eli lead her little group back the way they were headed. She kept a tight grip on Morrigan's hand as they traversed through the country side.

The little group stopped for a break by a stream. Alistair sat by the stream filling his skin with water and petting Fen'Harel, whereas Sten stood silently by a tree looking over the landscape. Leliana looked around and noticed that Eli and Morrigan had disappeared.

"Alistair, where's Eli and Morrigan?"

"I have no clue where those two go, nor do I want to know. Eli will return when she thinks it's time to go or to tell us to set up camp. Morrigan, however, I hope doesn't return."

"That's a horrible thing to say. She may not be all that nice, but Eli seems quite taken with her...Though I cannot say why..."

"Is someone jealous?"

"What? No!"

Leliana slightly blushed and looked away from Alistair. The ex-Templar smiled, and laid back to look up at the sky.

Eli led Morrigan far enough away from their group so that no one would see or hear them. She let go of Morrigan's hand and climbed up in a tree, offering a hand to Morrigan. The young witch looked up at the Elf and shook her head. She brushed Eli's hand away and pulled herself up into the tree. The Dalish Rogue rested herself against the trunk of the tree before Morrigan positioned herself in between the Elf's legs and relaxed her back against the Elf's chest. Eli gently kissed Morrigan's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around the young witch's waist. Morrigan looked up at the setting sun and sighed. The Dalish Rogue nuzzled the young witch's neck.

"What's wrong?"

This whole situation. Why does it have to be Alistair? Why can't you be a man... Morrigan pushed her thoughts from her head and forced a smile. She turned to the Dalish Rogue and let her fingers leave a tingling static trail from the Elf's shoulder to her hand. Eli grinned at the young witch, reveling in the feel of this woman. The Rogue leaned in to kiss Morrigan and was met with the witch's hand. Eli pulled back and looked over at Morrigan, who leapt from the branch and transformed into a wolf. She ran off along the stream. Eli smiled to herself before leaping from the tree and gathering Morrigan's clothes, then chasing after the wolf turned witch.

Eli followed her to a small clearing where the stream turned into a small pond. Morrigan had transformed back into her human form and was waiting in the middle of the pond. The Rogue unclasped her armour and slipped it off along with her gloves and boots. Once she was in nothing but her small clothes she dove into the water. Morrigan looked around and waited for the Elf to she didn't for a few moments, Morrigan wondered if she was alright. Her concern was alieviated when Eli lifted her from the water. Morrigan glared down at her. The Dalish grinned as she lowered the witch in her arms. Once Morrigan was back in the water she wrapped her arms around the Elf's neck. Eli leaned in and kissed the young witch softly before leaning back to put a little distance between them so she could move her limbs to keep them afloat.

"Wanted time away from the group?"

"Yet you followed."

"But of course. I don't want any harm to befall my favorite witch. I'll leave if you want to be alone though."

The Rogue tried to slip out of the witch's arms, but Morrigan pulled her closer. Eli smiled at Morrigan, who leaned in and pressed her lips to the Elf's ear.

"'Tis no concern of yours if I am in harm. You are a Grey Warden and should not have any sentimental attachments, they only complicate the enevitable."

Eli blinked a few times as Morrigan swam away from her. The young witch walked on the bank of the pond and over to where Eli had stripped her armor off. Morrigan noticed her clothes; she slipped them on before gathering the Rogue's things and walking off towards their little group. Eli swarm to the bank of the pond and chased after the young witch.

Alistair and Leliana had set up a small camp, whereas Sten went to fetch some firewood. Leliana had started cooking some of the food they had gotten in Lothering. The smell hit Alistair's nose and almost had the ex-templar drooling. He sat next to her waiting for the meal to finish cooking. Leliana kept swatting at his hands and telling him they had to wait until Eli and Morrigan returned from where ever they had wandered off to.

"But-"

"No."

"It's not fair they might not even come back..."

"Aw, did the poor Templar miss me?"

Morrigan sauntered into the little camp with a teasing grin on her face. Both Leliana and Alistair looked at each other and exchanged confused looks. The young witch laughed before finding a spot about a yard away from their camp and started to set up her own. The confused looks on Leliana and Alistair's faces deepened when they realized Morrigan was carrying Eli's armor. They were about to get up and ask the young witch where Eli was when the latter appeared from the same path Morrigan had. The Rogue was in nothing but her small clothes, but she didn't seem to notice, if she did she didn't care.

Eli walked over to Morrigan and stood in front of her. The young witch looked up from laying out her bed roll with feigned innocence. The Dalish's wolfish grin grew when stone eyes met ochure.

"Not that I don't enjoy the nipping cold air, but where is my armor?"

"You're armor is about as equivelent as what you are wearing."

"Where is it?"

"Your armor 'tis where ever you left it."

The Rogue pinned Morrigan to the ground and straddled her. Alistair looked away, a bright blush covering his cheeks. Leliana, however, watched with rapt interest. The Dalish Rogue leaned over and bit the young witch's neck. Morrigan bit her bottom lip to keep any noise from escaping. She conjured a bit of fire into her hands, Eli yelped and released the witch. Sitting on her legs the Elf nursed her wounded hands. Morrigan sat up and grabbed Eli's armor from under her bedroll, throwing them at the Elf.

"Here. Never try that again."

"Trust me, next time you'll be asking me not to stop."

Morrigan rolled her eyes before returning to setting up her little campsite. Eli slipped her armor on before she walked over to the stream and dipped her hands in the cool water. Leliana abandoned the food she was cooking and walked over to sit next to the Dalish Rogue. Eli glanced over at the Bard. Leliana reached over and ran her hands over Eli's, gently massaging them under the water. Eli sighed in relief before thanking the red headed woman. She leaned over and rested her head on Leliana's Bard smiled contentidly to herself as she continued to caress and massage the Elf's hands.

The Bard and Eli sat along the stream's bank for a little while. The Rogue relaxing and letting Leliana nurse her hands. Morrigan didn't really burn them that badly, she just enjoyed the attention she was recieving from the red head. Leliana had noticed as soon as her hands had travled over the Elf's, but she smiled nonetheless happy that she had some excuse to coyly flirt with the Elven Warden. Morrigan noticed that Eli and the Chantry girl hadn't moved since she started to finish setting up her camp. She glared at them before turning and going into her tent. Alistair sat next to the pot that had been cooking a stew, he had a bowl of it in his lap. The bowl was already more then half way empty, the ex-Templar noticed Morrigan's disapproving glare that was directed at his fellow Grey Warden. He hollered at said Warden and Leliana.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Alistair, I thought I told you to wait."

"You sound like the Reveared Mother..."

Eli laughed as she got up and helped Leliana to her feet. They walked over to where the ex-Templar sat and poured themselves a bowl of the stew. Eli sat her bowl next to the pot and made one for Morrigan. She got up and walked over to Morrigan's little camp site. The Rogue knelt down to the tent flap, opening it slightly.

"Hey Leliana made some Orlesian stew, thought you might want some..."

"I wish to be left alone. Now go bother the Chantry wench if you need someone to accept your flirtaious banter. I have no desire to continue our game any longer."

The scorn in Morrigan's voice hit Eli hard. She opened the flap wider and found that the young witch was laying on her side, her back to the Elf. Eli reached over and placed her hand on Morrigan's side. The young witch sat up and hit the bowl out of The Elven Warden's hand, spilling it all over her. Eli wiped at the mess on the front of her before setting the bowl aside. She turned to the young witch and took her hands into her own. Morrigan slightly tried to jerk away but Eli kept a firm grip on her hands before leaning in and pressing her lips to the young witch's. She let go of Morrigan's hands as she sat back on her legs. Morrigan reached out and closed the tent flap before pulling Eli to her. They shared a passionate kiss as Eli laid Morrigan on her back. Morrigan's thoughts kept reminding her of what it was she was supposed to be doing. Why am I doing this? She's not the Warden mother wants... She's just the one to kill the Archdemon. But damnit, this feels... Morrigan couldn't complete her thought because of the loss of contact. Eli sat on her legs, looking over at her.

"What? Why did you-"

"Morrigan, I'm going to go set up my bedroll... Abelas... for everything."

"I must admit I was enjoying our game."

"Yeah, want to go back to that?"

Morrigan nodded. She felt her chest tighten at the look in Eli's eyes. The young witch felt guilty for asking the Elven Warden to not treat her in such a familiar manner. From the moment they met the Rogue had been nothing but kind to her, and from what the bumbling ex-Templar said the Elf seemed to hate most of humanity. Morrigan had a small smile on her lips. Eli cocked her head at the young witch. The young witch noticed the empty bowl on the floor and that Eli still had some remenents of the food on her chest and stomach. Morrigan grabbed a towel from her pack and gently started to wipe off the food.

Eli grabbed her hand. Morrigan let go of the towel as Eli pulled her closer. Stone met ochure. They couldn't look away, were to enraptured with on another. Their lips were but a breath away from the other's when Eli spoke it sent a shiver down Morrigan's spine.

"Exactly when during our little game did you want to go back to? The flirting to entertain the guys, the playful banter..."

"How about we make it up as we go."

Morrigan leaned in and sealed her lips against Eli's. The Elf smiled into the kiss as she wrapped her arm around the young witch. They shared a passionate kiss before both women heard Leliana outside of the tent asking if everything was alright. Eli kissed down the young witch's neck and gently bit down. Morrigan made a small noise.

"Ah. T'would be nice if you would stay on your side of the campsite. The Warden and I need to discuss her behavior."

"Oh? I think Eli has been very helpful, she is so kind and caring..."

"Exactly my point. She is not a Chantry wench like you, it is most distressing that she has those qualiti- stop that Elf!"

Leliana heard a slight yelp as the tent shook and the sounds of wrestling came from said tent. She heard Morrigan reprimand Eli before the Elf emerged from the tent. Her short dark hair was messier then usual. Eli had a satisfied smirk on her lips as she walked past Leliana. The Bard watched her walk over to her bedroll and lay it. She turned back to Morrigan's tent, not wanting to end up a burnt crisp she decided not to venture into dangerous territory. Leliana walked over to where Eli was laying on her back and sat down next to her.

Alistair kept bothering Eli about what was going on between her and Morrigan. Eli just grinned at him and asked if he was jealous. He stuttered and denied the accusations. Leliana giggled, earning her a grin from the Elf. Sten walked over to the fire and dropped a stack of wood next to it before sitting down, Fen' Harel sitting next to him.

"So that's where you've been. He really seems to like you Sten."

"He is a fierce warrior and deserves respect."

The Qunari laid back and closed his eyes to go to sleep. Fen'Harel laid his head on Sten's stomach and fell asleep. Eli chuckled at the sight. She noticed Morrigan walking over to the stream and got up, walking over to her. Leliana and Alistair looked at her then each other. They watched her walk over to the young witch before speaking.

"I don't see what the appeal is..."

"She's dangerous Alistair, danger is an often overlooked but a highly appealing aspect of attraction."

"She's one of the only remaining Grey Wardens trying to unite a divided country against the Blight, and take down an Archedemon. She's got more then enough excitement and danger..."

Leliana laughed when she noticed the jealous tone he used when speaking about the two women. The Bard made a mental note that Morrigan wasn't her only competition to win the affections of a certain Elven Grey Warden.

Eli walked along the stream in silence with Morrigan. The young witch walked over to a tree with a low hanging branch. She pulled herself into the tree and straddled the branch, looking down at the Elf. Eli smiled up at her before grabbing the branch and flipping herself up in the tree. She leaned against the trunk and Morrigan rested against her. They sighed contentidly, allowing themselves the small pleasure of being alone.

The Elven Warden noticed that the tree was just far enough away that Alistair and Leliana would have to actually search for them, but close enough so that if they were to fall asleep it wouldn't be a mounumentous trek back. She snuggled against Morrigan's neck. The young witch smiled at her. The two women relaxed for the first time since they'd met one another and allowed themselves to just enjoy the moment. Eventually Morrigan fell asleep in Eli's arms. The Elven Warden smiled as she sat quietly enjoying the night, watching for any sign of danger that would disturb this moment of peace.

Alistair and Leliana awoke to the rising sun. They picked up their bedrolls and set about making breakfast. The two looked over at Eli's bedroll and noticed that it was empty and looked as though nobody had slept in it. They shared a concerned look. Leliana walked over to the tent Morrigan had set up and peeked inside. No one was there. She walked back over to Alistair.

"Nobody's in Morrigan's tent... Did something happen to them?"

"Morrigan turned into an abomination and ate Eli, before leaving to reak havoc on a nearby town."

"Oh but your wit does astound me so. Why is it that I am the abomination? Hm? What about Eli, maybe your insistant Chantry chatter has driven her insane enough that she would start eating dirt and calling a nearby flower Lady Andraste."

The two turned to see Morrigan striding up away from the stream. She had a small smirk on her face. As if she had just made some big accomplishment. The young witch sauntered over to her tent as Eli walked up to the camp. Leliana noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the weary look in her grey eyes. As the Bard walked over to her Eli offered the red head a small smile. She then sat down on her bedroll and fell backwards onto the ground. Alistair looked at her in concern, whereas Leliana sat down next her.

"You feeling alright, Eli?"

"Yeah... Just, tired..."

The Elf closed her eyes for few moments. Leliana told her to rest while she made breakfast. Eli agreed and tried to fall asleep, when she heard Alistair talking-well arguing- with Morrigan.

"What in the name of Andraste did you two do last night? We have a Blight to defeat, she is one of the last Grey Wardens-"

"What the Warden and I do is our business. Now run off with the Chantry wench and leave me alone."

Eli sat up for a moment before getting up and walking over to the two. She stood next to Morrigan. The young witch silently greatful that the Elven Warden wasn't going to allow the ex-Templar's line of questioning.

"Shem, go help Leliana."

"But, but..."

"Now."

"It's not fair... If I was a pretty woman I bet I wouldn't get called Shem and get yelled at all the time."

He grumbled about how unfair Eli was as he walked over and sat down next to the pot Leliana was using to cook breakfast in. The red head gave him a curious look, a small smile playing on her lips at Alistair's words.

Morrigan and Eli sat down by her small fire and sat in silence. The young witch retrieved a small pot and started to add some ingredients to it. The Elf watched with vivid curiosity, as to what Morrigan was making. It smelt delicious. The young witch added a few more ingredients before placing a lid on it to let it simmer. She sat down next to Eli.

"So, my Warden, where are we off to today?"

"I know there's a Dalish camp around here. I'm taking you, Sten and Fen' Harel to go talk to them after breakfast. If I were to bring any Shem's from the Chantry they'd never forgive me."

"I take it, they are fine with Shem's who live in a shack in the middle of a swamp?"

"They are fine with you because you are the daughter of Ashabellenar."

The young witch sighed and looked into the fire. She should be happy or at least content with that answer. Morrigan should be used to being confused as Flemeth or being in her shadow. But whenever this Elf spoke of her with such high esteem, the young witch wanted to smack her. She felt betrayed. It was silly she knew that. But when did having any sort of feelings do anything less then complicate a situation. Morrigan wanted to deny any accusation of having any sort of feelings for the young Elf, but the more time she spent with Eli the more she realized it would be harder for her to betray her in the end.

Eli leaned over and rested her head on Morrigan's lap. The Elven Warden fell asleep after a few moments. Morrigan looked down at the sleeping Warden with a small smile. She ran her hand through the Elf's dark hair and over her pointed ears. Eli snuggled against her leg with a satisified smirk. The young witch decided that the Warden deserved some rest and wouldn't wake the sleeping Elf

The Elven Warden started mumbling in her sleep. Morrigan looked down at the sleeping Warden, trying to hear what it was she was saying.

"Morri... gan.. mmm, please..."

The young witch slightly blushed at the pleading moans the Elf was uttering. She looked away from Eli, trying to ignore the woman, but couldn't. She wanted to know what it was the Elf was dreaming of, if it is the same kind of dream she had the first night they camped away from her hut. Eli snuggled closer to the young witch's stomach, her moans becoming more aparent. Morrigan looked over at their companions, hoping they couldn't hear the Elf. Leliana and Alistair seemed preoccupied in conversation, whereas Sten and the dog were sitting by the stream. Morrigan looked back down as Eli rolled onto her back.

"Morrigan, please... Just one more..."

Just one more? My is she that insatiable in reality or is this just in her dream? Morrigan's thoughts continued to question the Elf. She moved slightly to check on their breakfast. When she leaned forward Eli's hand brushed her inner thigh as the Elf tried to keep her "pillow" from moving. The young witch's breath got caught in her throat. She took the pot from the fire and set it near them. Morrigan sat back and sighed. She placed her hand on the Elf's shoulder and was about to wake her when Eli whispered in her sleep.

"Morrigan, I love-"

The young witch shook the Elf to wake her up. Eli opened her eyes and looked up at Morrigan. She noticed the young witch had a light blush coating her cheeks. The Elven Warden reached up and gently stroked the young witch's cheek. Morigan narrowed her eyes at the Elf.

"Breakfast is ready."

Eli nodded but made no attempt to move. She noticed that Morrigan seemed a bit unedge. The Elf gave her a curious look and tried to coax her to look at her. Morrigan kept her eyes on the pot of food and her hands at her side. Eli sat up and ran her fingers gently down the young witch's arm. Morrigan shivered at the contact, her thoughts occupied on figuring out what Eli had been dreaming of. The Elven Warden seemed happy to oblige, as if reading her thoughts.

"Was I asleep long? I had such a wonderful dream... You were in it."

"Oh? 'Twas I an abomination you were to slay?"

The Elven Warden chuckled before leaning over and kissing Morrigan on the cheek. She shook her head.

"Never. I could never... You're my favorite witch remember? But I would like to know if you are as good as you were in my dream."

The mortified look on the young witch's face made Eli laugh. She tried to stop, but couldn't. Morrigan's face grew as red as Alistair's would if you talked about sex in front of him. The Elven Warden let her laughter die down before trying to reword her sentence.

"Not like that. I'm not saying I'd mind us... Anyway, you cooked me a chocolate cake. I tried to eat it all, but you wouldn't let me."

"Oh. It all makes sense now. Thank you Warden."

All Except the "Morrigan, I love..." Maybe she was going to say sweets, or chocolate... Maybe cake. The young witch kept trying to convince herself that the Elven Warden was talking about the food and not a confession of love. The more she thought about it the more it made her long to find out, which was something she couldn't do. It would only cause more problems then it was worth. Eli helped herself to some of the stew Morrigan had made. She made a slight moaning noise like she had when she was asleep. It broke Morrigan away from her thoughts. She looked at the Elf who smiled at her before leaning over and kissing her cheek.

"You are as good as you were in my dream."

The Elven Warden continued to eat. Morrigan made herself a bowl and began to eat. She tried to focus on eating and block out everything else. Once the two women finished Eli laid back down, her head resting in Morrigan's lap. The young witch sighed and looked down at her.

Leliana noticed how close her two female companions were, how Eli smiled up at the witch with genuine affection. The Bard decided no matter what the witch could do to her she was going to keep Eli from harm's way and keep Morrigan away from her. She got up and walked over to Morrigan's small encampment. The young witch looked up at the Bard with a sinister glare. Eli stretched but made no attempt to move away from Morrigan. Leliana glanced at the Elven Warden as the young witch spoke.

"Why do you feel the insistent need to come over to my camp and bother me Bard?"

"I came over to speak to Eli."

"If she wished to speak to you she would have walked over to you and struck up a conversation with you, would she not? But as you can see she is-"

Morrigan cut herself off, not wanting to finish her sentence. Eli had a playful grin on her face. She sat up for a moment before getting to her feet and pulling Morrigan to her's. The young witch looked confused, but let the Elf lead her away from her camp and over to where Sten and Fen'Harel were nonetheless. Leliana sighed and walked back over to where Alistair sat. The ex-Templar looked over at the dejected Bard.

"What happened?"

"Why does Morrigan get to spend all day with Eli?"

"Because Eli wants to spend all day with Morrigan. Let's just face it, the witch has some hold over her or something... Eli wasn't the friendliest person when I first met her. Now, it's like Morrigan has her on a leash."

"That's the problem. As her companions, her friends, we should look out for her and keep her out of harm's way."

"We can't if she doesn't want us to."

They both quieted themselves on this matter when Eli, Morrigan, Sten and Fen'Harel walked over to them Eli had her infamous grin on her face as she walked over to them, holding Morrigan's hand. Leliana shot the young witch a disapproving glare. Morrigan had a small smirk grace her lips as she pressed herself against the Elven Warden's arm. Alistair tried to listen to Eli's plan, but couldn't. He was too distracted by Leliana and Morrigan. Once Eli had finished her explanation she looked at her fellow Grey Warden.

"So, you and Leliana are to stay here at camp until we return."

"Wha- okay."

"Why can't I come with you Eli?"

Leliana tried to convey her disapproval and worry in her blue eyes. She stood up and moved closer to the Elven Warden. Morrigan tightened her grip on Eli's arm. The Elf glanced over at the young witch as Leliana gently caressed her cheek. Eli looked surprised and tried to laugh off Leliana's advances.

"Be-because my people don't exactly trust your kind."
"Then why does Morrigan get to go? She's human as well."

"She-"

"I am the daughter of Ahshabellenar, a friend to the Dalish. You are a Chantry wench, who drove them from their home lands. We are not the same."

"You're right, we're not. I'm not as cold hearted as you."

"Enough. Morrigan is coming with me, and you are to stay here with Alistair. And Leliana, don't ever speak ill of my favorite witch again."

Everyone was speechless as Eli turned to leave. Morrigan had a self satisfied smirk she directed at Leliana. The Bard clenched her fists and walked off. Sten and Fen'Harel followed after the Elven Warden, whereas Alistair stayed where he was sighing and shaking his head.

Eli led her little group through the forest to where she hoped they would find her sister clan. Morrigan stayed by Eli's side as they traversed through the woods. The two women navigated through the woods leading their companions to where they hoped was the Dalish clan. After about an hour of walking Eli noticed Aravel tracks that lead up to where two Dalish hunters were. She approached them. One of the hunters walked up to her.

"Bel Enansal Lethallin. What brings you to us today?"

"Emma Serranas. I am here as a Grey Warden, I need to speak with your Keeper."

"A Grey Warden? And your companions?"

"Yes, I am Eli Mahareial of clan Sabre under Keeper Marethari. This is Morrigan daughter of Ashabellenar, Sten a vanguard of the Qunari people and this here is my hound Fen'Harel."

The Dalish hunter nodded her approval and led them into the encampment and over to where her Keeper was. The bald Elf looked over Eli and her group before turning to the hunter.

"Who are they?"

"This is Eli of the Sabre Clan. Her companions are; Sten of the Qunari, Morrigan- Daughter of Ashabellenar and her hound Fen'Harel. They come because Eli is a Grey Warden."

"One of our own is a Grey Warden? Eli is this true?"

"Yes, Keeper, and I need your clan's help to stop the Blight."

The Keeper led Eli and her companions over to where they kept the injured. Eli looked at all the wounded men and women before turning a questioning gaze back to the Keeper. He sighed and looked forelorn.

"As you can see we are in no position to aid you. The Werewolf attacks have become a great threat to us."

"Werewolves? Hm. How can I help?"

After Keeper Zatherian had informed Eli of what was going on and how to stop it Eli lead her companions into the forest once again in search of Witherfang. After searching for a few hours Eli's group stumbled upon some werewolves. One spoke a warning to her. Eli followed the Werewolves tracks to a mist. Morrigan informed her that it was some sort of magic. They traversed a little while and stumbled upon a rhyming tree. After finding his lost acorn he gave them a branch that would dispell the mist.

Eli thanked the tree and continued on her way to find Witherfang. Once they made it through the mist they entered a cave. Fighting through a few werewolves they finally found Witherfang. She embodied the spirit of the forest and Witherfang. Eli was awestruck by the woman. The Lady of the forest came close to Eli and reached out to caress her face before looking over her companions.

"Zatherian sent you didn't he?"

"Your Werewolves have been terrorizing his people."

"They come to hunt them, they must protect themselves. Zatherian has lied to you. He is connected to this curse as am I. If he dies the curse will be lifted."

"I will bring him here. Morrigan, Sten stay here with the Lady of the forest."

Morrigan moved to object, but the look in Eli's eyes kept her from doing so. She watched the Elven Warden and her hound leave to get Zatherian. The young witch turned back to the Werewolves and the Lady of the forest. She walked over to a pillar and leaned against it, slightly upset that Eli left her here with these beasts. The Lady of the Forset came up to her. Her dark eyes seemed as though they were seeing into her soul. Morrigan turned away from the Lady of the forest.

"Begone spirit. I do not wish to converse with you."

"You have a deep longing in your heart. You wish to be with that Elven woman, but are afraid of betraying her."

"I-"

"You will either be the Warden's greatest ally or her demise. Choose your path carefully. She has the same longing you do, if you take adavantage of the trust she places in you both will suffer."

The Lady of the forest moved away from Morrigan as Eli reentered the scene with Zatherian. Morrigan was too wrapped up in her own thoughts about what the spirit had said to notice.

After convincing Zatherian to end the curse, freeing the spirit and returning back to the Dalish encampment Eli and her companions were finally headed back to their camp for some much deserved rest. Once they entered their campsite Morrigan rushed over to her tent, abandoning Eli. The Elven Warden looked to Sten who shrugged and walked off with Fen'Harel following after him. Eli walked over to her bedroll and laid down. She had just closed her eyes when Leliana sat down next to her.

"Eli... I-I just wanted to say I am sorry for what I said earlier... I know we just met a week ago, you shouldn't trust me yet... You have no reason to. I had just hoped... Maybe we could be friends."

"I'd like that. I'd like to have someone in this camp to talk to, other then myself..."

"What about Morrigan?"

"We... Well, it's complicated. We do talk, but most of the time we just... sit, with each other."

"Oh... Well, I am always here to talk. Especially about shoes."

"Hehe. I'll remember that."

Leliana smiled at the Elf. The two sat and chatted for a little while, discussing trivial little things like shoes, how some woman Leliana knew back in Orlais wore her hair, anything that would take their minds from the Blight. Eli laughed and smiled as she got to know the Bard better, but she knew the red head wasn't telling her everything and dodged any serious question. Nonetheless Eli enjoyed talking with the Bard. The feeling was mutual for Leliana, but her curiosity got the better of her.

"Eli, what is it that draws you to Morrigan?"

Eli looked surprised at the question. She looked up at the sky for a moment before glancing over at the witch's campsite. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"She is like no one I have ever had the privlage of knowing. Strong willed, confident, smart, cunning, beautiful... She's become a trusted friend in such a short amount of time. Why do you ask?"

"I... Guess my curiosity got the better of me. How did gaining our Elven allies fair?"

"Well enough. They agreed. I also helped a young couple in love. The bumbling apprentice couldn't slay a beast properly, but the girl wouldn't be with an apprentice. In the end she came around."

"You allowed young love to florish. That is wonderful. You truely are a kind hearted soul."

"Don't let Morrigan hear you say that."

Leliana smiled and giggled at Eli's comment. The Elven Warden grinned. She noticed the light blush on Leliana's cheeks when their hands brushed. Eli cleared her throat before getting up. She told Leliana she enjoyed their chat before walking over to Morrigan's campsite. Leliana didn't let her smile fall until she knew Eli couldn't see her. Alistair walked back over from the stream and sat down a crossed from the Bard. He noticed her crest fallen look.

"What happened?"

"Morrigan, as always."

Eli walked over to Morrigan and sat down next to her. She noticed the distant look in the young witch's eyes. The Dalish knew that Morrigan was lost in thought. She poked at the fire with a stick before leaning against the young witch. Morrigan kept replaying what the Lady of the Forest had said in her mind trying to pick apart every little detail of the spirit's words. She couldn't possibly be talking about ritual. That spirit couldn't know... Besides, I have no longing for the Warden. She was simply tricking me into letting my guard down... Morrigan pulled away from her thoughts and looked down at the Elven Warden who had decided to lay on her lap again.

The young witch couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips when she noticed how relaxed Eli looked. She brushed the Elf's hair out of her eyes, causing her to open them and look up at her. Eli noticed the smile on the young witch's face. She reached up and gently caressed Morrigan's cheek. Morrigan took the Elf's hand into her own and laid it on the Warden's stomach.

"Must you always come over here and lay on me like I am some kind of bedroll."

"You're not, you're much more comfortable. What were you thinking about?"

"'Tis of little concern. Why do you bother me with such questions. I do not probe you for useless information do I?"

"You could...I wouldn't mind. You know everyone's gone to bed..."

Morrgian looked over at the other campsite and noticed the dying fire. She turned back to Eli who had sat up and had her infamous grin pulling at her lips. The young witch noticed the mischievious glint in the Elf's eyes. Eli leaned foreward and pushed Morrigan onto her back. The young witch looked up with mild hesitation. Eli gently caressed her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Emma Vhenan'ara, Ar Nuvenin Ma."

"Serranas, Ar Isala Ma. Ma are Emma Enansal, Emma Da'Assan."

The young witch was slightly surprised that she had just said that to the Elf. Eli's grin grew. She sat back allowing Morrigan to sit up. Eli moved to get up, but Morrigan placed her hand lightly on the Elf's forearm.

"Goodnight Morrigan."

"Wait. I-"

Morrigan leaned in and pressed her lips to Eli's. They shared a soft kiss. The Elven Warden smiled. Morrigan bit her bottom lip.

"Eli, I- 'tis cold in my tent all alone..."

"Abelas, give me a moment. I will get my Halla blanket."

The Elven Warden got up and walked off to her bedroll. Morrigan sighed and cursed herself. She shouldn't have invited Eli into her tent, she should just accept the blanket and the Elf's naievity. But she knew she couldn't. Morrigan knew that Eli knew what she ment by that statement.

Eli pulled the blanket from her pack and got up to head back over to Morrigan when Leliana stepped in front of her. The Elf looked a bit surprised, but smiled nonetheless. Leliana played with her hands in a nervous manner as she spoke.

"Eli, I- I know of a song I wanted to share with you. It's called In Uthenera, I thought you'd appreciate it since it is part of your past and for those who fell from the Werewolf attacks."

"I'd love to."

Eli stood near Leliana, as the Bard glanced around in the darkness to mentally prepare herself for the song. Alistair sat a crossed from the fire. Sten and Fen'Harel even joined them for the song. Leliana smiled at Eli as she began to sing the song of the Immortal Elves, Inside the Waking Sleep, the song of Eli's ancestors. The red headed Bard sang in flawless Dalish.

"Hahren na melana sahlin

Emma ir abelas

Souver'inan isala hamin

Vhenan him dor'felas

In Uthenera na revas

Vir sulan'nehn

Vir dirthera

Vir samahl la numin

Vir lath sav'unin

Vir sulan'nehn

Vir dirthera

Vir samahl la numin

Vir lath sav'unin."

Eli stood in awe. She dropped the Halla fur blanket and took a step closer to Bard smiled at her and placed her arms around the Elf for a loving embrace. Everyone at the campsite had a different look. Sten looked impassive, whereas Alistair looked confused and shocked. He couldn't help but asking a question.

"What does it mean?"

The Elven Warden turned to him with unshed tears in her eyes. Alistair looked ready to apologize as Eli spoke.

"It's In Uthenera, Inside the Waking Sleep. A song sung to the Elders of the immortal Dalish. When it was their time... I am no story teller, so I know not all the details... If only Hahren Pavil was here... He would have loved to hear that..."

"Could you translate it Eli?"

"Yes. If Leliana could give me the lyrics in Dalish."

Leliana nodded and walked over to her pack to get a slip of paper. She handed it to Eli. The Dalish looked them over for a few moments before looking up at everyone. She wiped at her eyes as she spoke.

"Elder your time has come

Now I am filled with sorrow

Weary eyes need resting

Heart has become grey and slow

In waking sleep is freedom

We sing, rejoice

We tell the tales

We laugh and cry

We love one more day

We sing, rejoice

We tell the tales

We laugh and cry

We love one more day."

"It's so sad..."

"No, Alistair, it is... Life. It's..."

Eli couldn't finish her sentence, too many emotions over whelmed her. She missed her clan more then anyone would know. The Elf picked up her Halla fur blanket and thanked Leliana before handing her back the song lyrics and walking back to Morrigan's tent. Leliana sighed and sat down, putting the paper away. Alistair gave her a sympathetic look.

Morrigan sat near her small fire wondering what Eli was up to when she heard the Bard's song. The young witch looked over at the larger encampment of the Warden's companions. To say she was heartbroken would mean she had to admit her feelings towards the Elven Warden and that was something she couldn't do. So Morrigan watched her beloved Elf gaze longingly and embrace the Bard. She paced around her campsite wondering how she was going to deal with this. When Morrigan noticed Eli was walking over to her little campsite she schooled her face into impasstivity.

Eli walked over to Morrigan and noticed she seemed a bit distressed. The Elf dropped the Halla fur blanket next to where she stood and pulled Morrigan into an embrace. The young witch stiffened, she was surprised at how quickly Eli had forgotten about the song. That is until she heard Eli's silent tears. Morrigan relaxed in the Elf's arms and placed her own around said Elf. She wanted to tell Eli to go back to the Bard for comfort, but was afraid that all would be lost. Instead, Morrigan chose to try and comfort the Elf.

"Abelas Da'Assan. What is it that ails you?"

"Emma Vhenan. Ar abelas, Emma din Lethallin, Tamlen... I greive for him and for failing my clan, for not protecting him..."

"Do not grieve for what was out of your control. You are a strong, proud woman. Do not let the past dictate your future. Da'Assan, I-I'm not good in these situations. Please, just go back to joking around and flirting with every woman in sight."

The Elven Warden looked up and kissed Morrigan's cheek. She realized that if the situation were reversed Eli wasn't so sure she would've known what to say either. The Elven Warden felt blessed by Mithal herself. Morrigan looked a bit uncomfortable at the sentimental display between herself and Eli. The Elf grinned and pulled away from the witch. She held onto Morrigan's hand and led her into the young witch's tent. Morrigan let herself be led by the Elf. She kept telling herself once she had laien with Eli everything she felt would disappear, that she'd no longer feel any sort of affection towards the Elf. In truth she told heself these lies so she wouldn't shy away from Eli's advances.

Morrigan lay down on her bedroll as Eli leaned over her. The Elven Warden noticed the apprehension in the young witch's golden eyes. She leaned over and undid Morrigan's hair, running her hands through it. Leaning over Eli pinned the witch's hands above her head.

"Hamin Vhenen'ara, I won't do anything you don't want."

"Da'Assan... Ar Isala Melana sahlin."

Eli released Morrigan's hands and sat back on her legs. The young witch didn't move, she stared up at the tent lost in thought. Damnation! Why is my heart beating so fast? Why is it that I am drawn to this Elf? Mother why did you put me in this situation... Morrigan sat up to look at Eli and realized that she had left. The young witch clenched her fist and bit her bottom lip. She reached outside of her tent to retrieve the Halla fur blanket Eli had brought over for her, wrapping it around herself Morrigan sighed and laid down.

The Elven Warden lay on her bedroll looking up at the stars. Everyone else had headed to bed. She reached up at the stars as if trying to touch them. This is ridiculous. If Merrill, Tamlen or Faenral saw me falling over myself for Morrigan they wouldn't let me live it down. Eli chuckled to herself as she laid her arm over her face. She tried not to let her emotions over whelm her. Their was a rustling noise that drew Eli's attention. She sat up and searched the darkness. Noticing a blotch of white, Eli rubbed at her eyes to clear her blurry vision as the white blotch came closer.

Once the Elven Warden's vision focused she noticed Morrigan stood in front of her with the Halla fur blanket wrapped around herself. Eli stood up and placed her hands on Morrigan's hips. The Elf noticed Morrigan hadn't put her hair back up, that it flowed freely down her back. She raised her hand to brush a stray lock of the raven tresses from Morrigan's golden eyes. The young witch gazed into the Elf's stone coloured eyes. She let go of the blanket and let it fall in a pool of white around her feet. Stepping closer to Eli, she wrapped her arms around the Elf's neck. Eli notced Morrigan wore nothing but her small clothes. Her mouth suddenly became dry as she held the witch in her arms.

Morrigan leaned in and pressed her lips to Eli's. They shared a brief kiss before the young witch stepped away from Eli. Taking hold of the Elf's hand as said Elf picked up the blanket Morrigan lead Eli over to her tent. The young witch pulled the Elf into her tent. She lay on her back and allowed Eli to straddle her. Morrigan pulled the Elven Warden into a kiss, letting her hands run over the Elf's lithe body. Eli stopped the young witch from undoing the clasps of her armor.

"You said you needed time. What has changed in such a short amont of it?"

"I have never laien with a woman before. I am... uncertain, but I- Da'Assan this has nothing to do with love. I simply wish to be with you tonight, no emotions involved. Will you do this?"

"I... If you are sure, I will do as you wish Emma Vhenan'ara."

Eli ran her hands over the young witch's exposed flesh. She leaned over and kissed along Morrigan's neck, down to her chest, down her stomach and back up to capture her lips. The Elf wanted to feel, to taste every inch of the young witch. She slid down Morrigan's panties and teased the witch's entrance with her fingers. Morrigan arched into her touch. She let out a breathy moan when Eli slid her fingers into her, setting a rhythmic pace. Eli grinned and plunged in deeper, elicting another moan. The Elf slowed her pace to a teasing gentle caress. Morrigan demanded for the Elf to stop toying with her. Eli obliged the young witch and leaned over to gently flick her tongue crossed the woman's clit before gently sucking on it. She quickened the pace of her fingers and gently bit the young witch's clit. Morrigan called out Eli's name as well as a decloration of love towards the Elf as she came.

"Eli... I love you!"

The Elven Warden looked surpised for a moment. She removed her fingers from the young witch and turned her questioning gaze to Morrigan. The young witch had a light blush and wouldn't meet Eli's gaze. The Elf reached over and gently coaxed her to look at her. Morrigan scowled at her.

"I... What I said..."

"I know. You're not the first. Merrill did the same thing the first night we laid together."

"So it's a common occurrence for you. You must feel confident in your abilities as a lover then."

"Hehe. Not really no. It's just the women I choose to lay with that I am confident in. I was Merrill's first as well as yours, and you seem to struggle with admiting that you like me."

"I am not some virtuous young maiden fawning over you! The very implecation I-"

Eli cut Morrigan's angry rant off with a kiss. The young witch leaned in and prolonged the kiss, wrapping her arms around the Elf's neck. She allowed herself a small smile when they parted for air. Eli had her infamous grin on as she laid down next to the young witch. Morrigan straddled the Elf, making quick work of her armor. Eli lay bare under Morrigan's golden gaze. She looked the Warden over, letting her eyes roam over the lithe form of her lover. She quickly became dissatisfied with just looking and ran her hands over the Elf's body. It felt so familar, yet so foreign. Morrigan kissed a crossed Eli's chest, up her neck and bit down. She sank her canines into the Elf's delicate flesh. Eli half yelped half moaned. Morrigan looked down with sinister delight in her golden hues. She kept Eli pinned beneath her.

"Ma are emma Da'Assan, emma' ara. Do not let me catch you looking at that Bard like that again."

"I thought we were to only play a game, and that tonight wasn't about emotions."

"Warden, I- do not make me say this..."

"I understand Vhenan'ara. I have no interest other then friendship with Leliana. You are Emma Vhenan'ara, anything you wish of me I will do. Morrigan, I-I wouldn't be here if not for you and Flemeth, I wouldn't have agreed to traverse the countryside to slay the Archdemon if you didn't come with us."

"I- truth be told, you have been and will most likely be my only friend. And the only reason we're friends is because of your desires-
"That's not true. We have a lot in common with each other."

Morrigan laughed and nodded. She leaned over and placed a soothing kiss on the bite mark she had made. Eli placed her arms around the young witch's waist. Morrigan rested her head on the Elf's chest as said Elf gently trailed her fingers along Morrigan's back in lazy circles. The two women soon fell fast alseep in each other's arms.

A/N:

Bel Enansal- many blessings

Shem- Fast, quick(an insult used by the Elves to describe humans)

Serranas- greatful; appreciative

Ashabellenar- Woman of many years; i.e. Flemeth

Shemlen-Quick children used to describe the humans

Halla- White deer like creatures that the Dalish use them similarly to how humans use horses, but do not consider them servents

Vhenan'ara- Heart's desire(endearment)

Abelas- Sorrow; used as an apology

Fen'Harel- God of Trechery

Seth'lin- Thin blood(insult)

Lethallin(Boy)/Lethallan(Girl)- Casual reference for someone with whom someone is familar with. A kin to "Cousins" or "Clansmen" since "lin" is the word for blood.

Ar'din nuvenin na'din- I don't want to kill you(threat)

Emma Shem'nan- My revenge is swift(threat)

Ar tu na'lin emma mi- I will see your blood on my blade(threat)

Emma- my

Ar nuvenin ma- I need you

Ar isala ma- I am in need of you

Ma- you

Enansal- blessing

Da'assan- little arrow

In Uthenera- in the waking sleep

Hahren- Elder

Emma vhenan- my heart

Ar abelas- I grieve

Emma din Lethallin- my dead clanmate

Hamin- relax

Ar isala melana sahlin- I am in need of time in this moment

Emma'ara- my desire