Okay, let's get this out of the way: It is my greatest wish that I owned everything pertaining to Dragon Age. Unfortunately, such is not my lot in life. It all belongs to BioWare. *sighs* So, there you have it. All that is mine really is just Adela and this storyline.

Thanks to everyone for reading, alerting, favoriting and, especially, reviewing: mutive, Arsinoe de Blassenville, Biff McLaughlin.

This is a very short chapter. I didn't think that this scene should be included with any other, but at least the next chapter branches from this. It's a naughty dream…ahm… NSFW…first time writing something so…well, sexy (ha! I hope that its sexy).

The Halla Reborn

Chapter 27

Adela looked over at the peaceful scene, smiling as she recognized the area she found herself in. Although she had never visited Loghain's teyrnir, she recognized it from his descriptions and from books she had read.

Standing atop a rolling hillock, she could see small farms dotting the landscape, giving way to the great forests of oak and other hardwoods that bordered the southernmost teyrnir of Gwaren. Turning to the west, she could see the small harbor the encircled part of the town that gave the teyrnir its name.

She smoothed her hands over the silk of her dress, fingering the delicate material lightly with long fingers. She missed the small niceties of not living one's life from a back pack: the frequent hot baths, being able to wear dresses and not always being prepared for battle at every moment; not having to worry about where the next meal would come from or if those that she cared for would be ambushed and slaughtered by darkspawn, bandits or assassins at every turn. With a sigh she shielded her eyes with one hand, glanced up at the sunny sky.

She never knew where her dreams would place her, but this was a different scenery altogether. Its location made her wonder if she would be visiting her usual dreamtime companion.

A smirk crossed her face as she stepped lightly over the ground, her feet bare, the grass tickling the soles of her feet. She had long ceased being amazed at the intensity of her dreams, of just how real they felt. While they traveled in the Brecilian Forests, these dreams had become more frequent and astonishing vivid - she could feel every breeze as it swept over her skin and through her hair, the coolness of water on her fingertips; she could smell every odor, taste any taste. She wondered if, once they left the confines of the mysterious, ancient forest, if those dreams would cease in their frequency.

Well, until they encountered another veil thinned area.

Warm breezes gusted through her long hair, hanging loose down her back, causing it to dance lightly about her shoulders. Standing upon the summit of the hillock, she gazed about her. Her attention turned to the ground, her brow furrowing with concentration. A blanket appeared and she grinned as she settled upon it, lying back with her arms crossed under her head as she closed her eyes to enjoy the quiet and gentle breeze.

A familiar voice, low and rumbling, came to her ears, and she opened her eyes, gazing up at the intruder. "I was wondering if you were going to make an appearance," Loghain grumbled, his eyes hard, his mouth a firm line of irritation.

Smiling up at him, the elven woman pushed herself into a seated position. "Really?" she asked, brushing the skirts of her dress. "Maybe it is yourself that is making the appearance." She tilted her head at him. "After all, this is my dream."

Loghain snorted at the girl as he moved to block the sunlight from her face. "Do you often dream of Gwaren?" he asked, with the barest hint of amusement in his dry voice.

Shrugging, Adela replied, "I don't normally pick where my dreams are set," she replied, frowning up at him. "And you are blocking my sunlight." She waved a small hand. "Either sit down or leave, Loghain. I am trying to enjoy whatever moments of peace I can find."

A scowl threatened to form upon his face, and Adela was certain that Loghain would simply leave her in peace. She was somewhat surprised, pleasantly so, when, with a snort, he settled himself down upon the blanket, one leg bent at the knee with the other straight in front of him, an arm resting upon the bent knee. She quirked a brow at him, and he mirrored the gesture.

"Hmmm," the elf hummed, "I would have thought you would leave."

"Why ever for?" the Teyrn asked, frowning deeply. "And where would I go?"

There was a shrug of one lithe shoulder. "Back to your room, I would think," she smirked up at the taller human. "I figured that was where you existed, after all."

"I was in my room," Loghain replied, a bit of irritation bleeding into his voice. "But then I found myself here," he swept one large hand over the scene of the hillock and valley. "Must be your doing, I suppose."

Grinning at him, the elf responded with a hint of mischief in her voice. "Must be."

Silence took over, and Adela bent her knees and rested her head upon her crossed arms, her eyes closed. Loghain sat, watching the young elf. She could feel those penetrating eyes upon her. With a soft sigh, she lifted her head to look at the dream version of the man she had known.

"What?" she asked, trying to hide the slight irritation she felt at his brooding presence.

A black brow quirked upwards at the irritation he heard in her soft voice. "I'm wondering why it is that you have not asked about…" he faltered here, seeming unsure how to proceed.

"About what?" she asked, laying her head upon her arms once again, unconcerned with seeming rude to this apparition. Loghain shifted on the blanket, and she looked up to see him very close to her, his ice blue eyes fixed upon her face.

"The kiss, you foolish chit," he grumbled, his scowl deepening. "And the talk that never occurred."

She blinked rapidly at the man. The kiss they had shared in Loghain's tent back at Ostagar sometimes haunted her dreams, and she often mourned the lost opportunity to discuss her feelings with the man. She had thought she had put that behind her, however, once she accepted the fact that Loghain had not been the man she had thought he was. Once she began to realize and accept that her feelings for another were growing.

But, this was a dream, and no true answers would ever be found therein. No consequences to answer for. So, she decided to take advantage and speak her thoughts, safe that there would be no cost, no awkwardness to endure afterwards.

Leaning back on her elbows, her legs straightening out, she tilted her head coquettishly. She was surprised when she noticed the slight darkening of Loghain's pale blue eyes as they skimmed over her form.

"Not that I've had much experience," the elf began, her heart skipping a beat when those eyes settled upon her face. "But that kiss we shared in your tent was perhaps the most wondrous kiss I have ever, or will ever, experience." Despite the knowledge this was a mere dream, Adela could feel her face heat up at that admission.

The throat muscles of Loghain's neck worked themselves, and he managed to ask, "And the discussion that never was?"

"How would that have gone?" Adela asked back, frowning, closing her eyes. "I used to dream that during that conversation you would declare your love for me." The frown deepened and her eyes opened. "But, that was a silly girlish dream, which could never and would never come true." She shrugged again. "That dream nearly cost me when I was trapped in the Fade several months ago, before I learned how to control the environment of the Fade." She opened her eyes, looking hard into Loghain's unreadable face. "You called me a foolish chit. Perhaps I was. I can no longer afford such silliness." Pulling herself up, she rose, walking away from Loghain, her back to him.

The elf stood there for a moment before she heard the man behind her rise. She could feel the heat from his body as he stood behind her. Her pulse quickened when he placed his hands upon her shoulders, pulling her against him, his face bent to the top of her head. "Why do you wear that dress whenever you come to me in the dreams?" he asked, his voice muffled by her hair.

Her heart beat hard and fast, and she found herself pressing against the solid muscle of his body. Moving her head, she looked up into his face. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I think I just want to hold onto some part of what my life was before Vaughan, before the Blight became such a defining factor of my life." She turned around, his hands remaining on her shoulders, and she let herself raise a hand to his finely sculpted face.

Icy blue eyes warmed as they closed, and she felt Loghain press his face firmly into her hand. The hands upon her shoulders shifted, moving down her back, pulling her closer to him. Loghain's eyes opened, and he brought his face down, his mouth slanting over her own, covering it with heated passion. Raising her arms, she slipped them about his neck, twisting her long fingers into the silken mass of his hair as the man pulled her up into his arms, holding her slender body against his own, his hands running down her back, to the base of her buttocks. The kiss intensified, and she opened her mouth, slipping her tongue out, sweeping over Loghain's lips, tasting him. Growling with passion, Loghain swept her into his arms, carrying her back to the blanket, where he gently laid her down. Their kisses increased in passion and heat, and Loghain settled himself just slightly over the side of her.

One large, calloused hand slipped over her breast, gently rubbing it through the silken material of her dress. Adela moaned in his mouth, and he increased the attention to her breast, his fingers circling over the hardened nipple. The elf raised her hips, pressing them against the human's, and she felt the evidence of his arousal though the linen trousers he wore. Breaking the kiss, she stared up into Loghain's face, feeling the heat of her lips tingling, her cheeks flushed with heat.

One of Loghain's hands slipped behind her, raising her slightly as he unlaced the back of her dress. She shivered as his hand caressed the naked skin of her back before the hand raised to her shoulder, pulling the dress down, exposing her breasts to him. She fought against the feeling of embarrassed shyness. This was her dream, after all. This was something she had wondered about many times. That it felt so real now made her shiver in anticipation.

Loghain resumed kissing the young woman, kissing lightly along her lips, her high cheekbones, and down her jaw. His tongue slipped out to taste the naked skin of her neck, and the elf moaned deeper, pressing her body against him again as his fingers resumed their teasing of her breasts, pinching at the already taut pink nipples. Licking and kissing his way down the slender column of her neck and throat, teeth scraped along her collar bone before he took one hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue lavishing gentle attention around the areola, his lips caressing the soft flesh of her small, rounded breast.

A tight warmth grew in her lower belly, spreading downwards, and she could feel the moisture form between her legs. Surprising herself with the passion she felt, Adela moaned loudly, pulling her hands up to unlace her lover's tunic. Lifting his face from her, Loghain assisted in removing the shirt, tossing it away as he moved back to tease her breast with tongue, lips and teeth.

The growl of appreciation that rose in his throat pleased the elf as her hands roamed down his body to rub against the hard outline of his arousal. She cried out, her back arching, pressing her hips firmer into his own, as his teeth bit down on one sensitive nipple then lightly sucked on it, lathing it with his tongue, before applying the same attention to the other. Almost of its own volition, her body ground itself against the man's clothed erection, pressing her groin against his with abandon.

With a growl, Loghain rose, roughly pulling the dress free from her hips, leaving her clothed only in her smallclothes. She could feel her wetness soak through her underclothes, feel the heat from Loghain's stare at he took in her flushed body. Rising, she knelt before him, exploring his torso with hands, lips, teeth and tongue. He groaned under the ministrations, capturing her hands and bringing them to laces of his trousers. As her fingers lightly brushed against his erection, he moaned, leaning his head down to her ear, lightly nipping at the sensitive lobe, licking his way to the delicate tip. Her fingers, usually so agile and adept, fumbled with the lacings of his pants as she cried out, arching her body as a new wave of pleasure swept over her, pressing her naked breasts to his well muscled chest. She could feel his heartbeat, strong, fast, unsteady, as it matched her own.

Finally undoing the stubborn laces, Adela pulled the trousers past Loghain's slender hips, pushing them down his thighs, freeing his erect manhood. She gasped at the sight of it and had a moment's worry of just what she was to do with that. The man gave her no more time for thought as he swept her up, and back down onto her back, kicking his pants off the rest of the way. Quickly, he untied the lacings holding her small clothes together, and then pulled them free of her body, leaving her naked before him.

Trembling with passion and a little fear, Adela raised her darkened eyes to Loghain. Her heart beat rapidly and unsteadily, echoing in her head, and she bit down on her swollen lower lip. Loghain's hands brushed lightly over her body, resting upon her hips. He looked her in the eyes, leaning down to capture her lips with his. As he pulled away, his hands resumed their exploration of her slender body. "I love you, Adela," he whispered hoarsely to her, his pale blue eyes searching her face, but she could not tell what he was looking for.

Taking in a deep breath, she raised a hand back to his face, tracing over his brow, cheekbones, and then across his lips. "I love you, too, Loghain," she whispered with passionate fervor, knowing that this was just a dream, something she had yearned for and knew she could never have, that she could awaken, leaving behind her dream lover. Raising her face she captured his lips with her own.

Loghain pressed her back down, his mouth trailing kisses down her face and neck, between her breasts, to her stomach and lower. She gasped loudly as he made his way through the damp golden curls over her womanhood, his tongue flicking her swollen nub, his hands on each hip. As his tongue found her spot, her hips jerked upwards, a cry escaping her lips. He eased her thighs apart further, his head dipping lower as his tongue traced over her folds. A hiss breathed out from between her lips, expanding into a cry as his tongue ceased the teasing of her nub and folds, and plunged deeply into her core. His large hands encircled her bottom, holding her in place as he worked tongue and mouth onto her most sensitive area, riding out her bucking and thrusts. Grasping her breasts, plucking at her sensitive buds, she arched her back, pleading words and crying out his name as he continued to bring her to completion.

She felt his tongue pull out of her, lapping at her in deep, long strokes as his mouth worked at her nub once more. Her body relaxed somewhat, her breaths coming in panting gasps. Smiling, wiping her juices from his face, Loghain kissed his way back up her body, stopping at her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She tasted the tanginess of her own juices and found herself strangely aroused by that. Pressing his legs between hers, he pushed her legs further apart as he rested at the junction of her thighs.

Gazing down at her, Loghain again said, "I love you," and kissed her again. Her hands rose to travel along his strong, broad shoulders. She could feel the head of his erection at her entrance, and she felt her body stiffen somewhat. There was a look of concern upon Loghain's face, but she smiled up at him, kissing him passionately, her tongue slipping into his willing mouth. Reaching down, she grasped him in her hand, her thumb rubbing up the hard length of him, smiling into his mouth as he moaned at her touch. Lifting her hips, she helped to guide him to her entrance, pressing her mouth against his harder. She felt a hand settle along her lower back, and, in one quick thrust, Loghain buried himself deeply into the slender elf.

A cry rose from her lips, her head tossed back as her back arched. Loghain began thrusting into her slowly, his lips and teeth kissing and nipping her jaw line and lips, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, teasing her tongue as his thrusts grew in urgency and speed. Moaning together, they whispered each other's names, promises of love tumbling from kiss swollen lips. Soon, words were lost as they were driven deeper into a passionate frenzy, Loghain's hips pushing harder into Adela's as she rose to meet each thrust with her own as he invaded deeper into her body. With a growl, Loghain's body tensed as he released his seed deeply into Adela's body. She gasped, pushing herself sharply against him as she met her own climax, her body shuddering against his, her sex tightening along his length.

Breathing heavily, Loghain pulled himself free of Adela, moving off her as not to crush her smaller body beneath his. Her lips were parted slightly, her body flushed and sweaty from their exertions. He brushed a hand along her face, down her chest, to rest upon her belly, fingers splayed out possessively as he gazed down upon her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she grinned up at him. "This may be just a dream," she murmured to him as he bent down to kiss her. "But I do love you."

Loghain murmured into her mouth, pulling back. A slight frown formed on his face as he brushed a roughened hand gently over her face. Lying beside her, he pulled her flush against him, staring down into her beautiful face. "I miss you, Adela," he admitted, tucking her further against and under him, his chin resting on top of her head, her small hands roaming over his chest and side. She could not see his face, but she could hear the regret and dismay in his voice. Leaning forward, she kissed his broad chest, the springy black curls tickling her nose. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him closely and fiercely, feeling tears prickling at her eyes. Before the setting and Loghain vanished, she murmured. "I miss you, too, Loghain."