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Jourdaine73: he'll know a very fair amount of the Dovahzul for one, seeing as Paarthurnax would teach him it and Rahgol would be able to learn it due to being Dragonborn. Also, read the summary, there are sex scenes but that's much later since Rahgol and Alduin aren't going to get together straight away.

sniperbro1998: Correct. And yeah, it was a very lovely first meeting... note the sarcasm.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. It belongs to Bethesda Studios.


-17th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

As Rahgol and Hadvar began the walk to Riverwood, the soldier looked at Rahgol. "You know, if you are unsure of what to do next when you're healed up and ready to go, you should consider joining the Legion. We could use someone like you."

Rahgol shook his head. "The civil war does not interest me, nor does either side appeal to me. I don't agree with either of them or the way they go about things."

"What do you mean?" Hadvar asked with a frown.

"I despise racism and arrogance, and that is aimed at the Stormcloaks and the Thalmor." Rahgol said with a low growl. "I've heard that the Stormcloaks treat any who isn't a Nord as if they are like dirt to be stepped on. Doesn't matter if you have no part in the war, if you aren't a Nord then you are to be treated like a traitor to the 'true sons and daughters of Skyrim'. And the Thalmor... don't even get me started on them. However, I detest weakness of any kind, including the Empire cowering to the Thalmor's terms in the treaty that was made after the Great War. Banning the Talos worship was not a good move, and nor was anyone else's opinion on the whole thing asked for. The Empire is going too far to appease the Aldmeri Dominion, and it sickens me how the Empire grows weaker because of it. No offence."

"None taken. I can see your point but I hope you'll reconsider, the Legion could use a soldier like you and not just for your skills; your outlook is perfect for it." Hadvar said. "There are too many people joining the Legion just because they want glory or honor rather than to protect the Empire and if the rebels somehow have gotten themselves a Dragon, then General Tullius is the only one who can stop them."

"Hm..." They continued on like this for a while, making idle conversation. Rahgol wasn't really one for conversation, especially with other people but Hadvar was an okay man and Rahgol found himself warming up to him a little.

Soon enough, they caught sight of a large ruin built into the side of a mountain, with Hadvar pointing it out."You see that old ruin over there? That's Bleak Falls Barrow, I remember that the place used to give me nightmares when I was younger… Draugr coming down from the mountain to creep in through my window, things like that. I'll admit, I still don't like the looks of the place…"

"Drugr are a pain to deal with at times, but pray you don't come across Deathlords." Rahgol saidl as they set off again.

"Deathlords?"

"Draugr that somehow can use the power of The Voice despite being dead. I suspect they were formerly the worshippers of Dragons, which is how they learned how to use The Voice." Rahgol's explanation carried the two onwards before they soon reached Riverwood where Hadvar headed for a store with a forge outside being worked on by a Nord male with dirty blonde hair.

"Uncle Alvor! Hello!" hadvar called, causing the man to stop his work and look up, surprise crossing his expression upon seeing Hadvar.

"Hadvar? What are you doing here? Are you on leave from...Shor's bones, what happened to you, boy?" Alvor asked worriedly as he approached the two, Rahgol stopping a couple of feet back. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

Hadvar quickly ushered his uncle to be quiet. "Shh. Uncle, please. Keep your voice down. I'm fine. But we should go inside to talk."

Alvor frowned. "What's going on?" He then took notice of Rahgol standing silently nearby. "And who's this?"

"He's a friend. Saved my life, in fact. Come on, I'll explain everything but we need to go inside." Hadvar said, gesturing to the house the forge was connected to.

Alvor nodded. "Okay, okay. Come inside, then. Sigrid will get you something to eat, and you can tell me all about it." He led the way to the door and opened it, allowing Rahgol and Hadvar to enter, where they saw a Nord woman coming up from some stairs with a child behind her. "Sigrid! We have company!"

Sigrid gasped at seeing Hadvar. "Hadvar! We've been so worried about you! Come, you two must be hungry. Sit down and I'll get you something to eat."

She went to the cooking pot while Rahgol and Hadvar took seats at the table. Alvor soon sat across from them as the child sat nearby, watching curiously.

"Now then, boy, what's the big mystery?" Alvor asked with a curious frown, looking between the two. "What are you doing here looking like you lost an argument with a cave bear?"

Hadvar sighed, feeling like all the energy just drained from him now that he was back in familiar surroundings and had a chance to properly rest. Rahgol crossed his arms. "I don't know where to start. You know I was assigned to General Tullius's guard. We were stopped in Helgen when we were attacked by...a Dragon."

Alvor stared at him in disbelief. "A dragon? That's ridiculous. You aren't drunk, are you boy?"

Sigrid smacked him on the shoulder with a glare. "Husband. Let him tell his story."

Hadvar shook his head. "Not much more to tell. The dragon flew over and just wrecked the whole place. Mass confusion. I don't know if anyone else got out alive. I doubt I'd have made it out if not for Rahgol here." He gestured to Rahgol, who remained silent. "I need to get back to Solitude and let them know what's happened. I thought you could help us out. Food, supplies, a place to stay."

"Of course!" Alvor nodded. "Any friend of Hadvar's is a friend of mine. I'd be glad to help however I can." He turned to Rahgol. "Like I said, I'm glad to help however I can. But I need you help. We need your help. The Jarl needs to know if there's a Dragon on the loose. Riverwood is defenseless...You need to get word to Jarl Balgruuf to send whatever soldiers he can. If you do this for me, I'll be in your debt."

Rahgol considered it for a couple of seconds then nodded. "Very well. But may I use your forge first? I need to make myself some Iron armor as this..." He gave his dirty Imperial armor a look. "Well, it's state speaks for itself."

Alvor shook his head. "I already have a set of Banded Iron Armor made, and it's yours, free of charge, if you do this for me."

Rahgol gave a single nod. "Consider it done. Once I have the armor, and a good night's rest, I'll set out for Whiterun first thing in the morning."


-18th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

Having been given the Banded Iron Armor the day before, including the Iron Helmet, Rahgol woke up early the next day. The sun hadn't risen yet, but he was not bothered as he wanted to get on the road right away. Sleep eluded him, as the memories of yesterday plagued his dreams, seeing the black Dragoness in them each and every single time and it always left him with questions.

As he exited the guestroom, he found Hadvar sitting in a chair. "Can't sleep as well?" He asked knowingly.

"AFter what happened, I don't think I'll have a proer good sleep for a few weeks." Hadvar said, making Rahgol give a small chuckle. The soldier then looked at him. "You're leaving."

Rahgol nodded. "Figured it's best to get started on my walk to Whiterun. Your uncle said it's a hour's walk from here, so it'll be sunrise by the time I arrive."

"Well, I hope to see you again, my friend." Hadvar said as the two shook hands tightly.

"You probably will. Take care, Hadvar." Rahgol said, and left the house. It was still dark as expected, and there was not a soul in sight. Taking out a map Alvor had given to him, Rahgol followed the path that would take him to Whiterun then began walking in that direction, putting the map away when he memorized the details.

Eventually, after about an hour of walking, he came across a number of farms with a path near to them that appeared to lead to a city that sat upon a large rock formation, but before he could do anything, he had to duck under a flailing Giant's club as a group of people were attacking it. Not knowing what was going on, Rahgol decided to wait until the Giant had been defeated to find out what was going on, much to the chagrin of one of the warriors.

"The beast is defeated, no thanks to you." Said one of the warriors. She was a Nord with reddish brown hair. She had black war paint on her face, a sheathed dagger by her belt and a hunting bow in her hand.

"Wasn't my fight." Rahgol shook his head. "I don't get involved in fights that aren't mine or don't concern me.

"That may be, but a true Nord would've gotten involved for the promise of glory alone."

"I think the word you're looking for there isn't "Nord" but "fool"."

"And that's a milk-drinker's response if I ever heard one, you may look tough, but I bet you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag."

"Is that a challenge?" Asked Rahgol, frowning at her which caused her to laugh at him mockingly and then start taunting him. Rahgol's frown deepened before he took a step forward and slammed his forehead into her nose, causing her to be knocked to the floor with a bleeding nose. "I guess I've got enough fight in me to knock you down."

"He's got you there, Aela." Said a black haired man with a very muscular build and was clad in a set of heavy armour that Rahgol didn't recognise, laughing at the female's misfortune. "I'm Farkas, you've already met Aela, we're members of The Companions."

"The Companions? That's the elite group of warriors that does mercenary work, right?" Rahgol asked.

"Yes, and you could join us if you wished, maybe put that head of yours to use." Aela put in, while holding her nose to stop the bleeding.

"Perhaps I will, but I have an important errand to run before I do anything."

"That's not an issue, just visit Jorrvaskr if you're interested and talk to Kodlak." Farkas said as they left. Rahgol followed them up to Whiterun but had a bit of trouble with the guards, which meant he lost them in the hustle and bustle of Whiterun during the day.

Eventually, he stopped by one of the guards. "Hey, where can I find the Jarl of this city?" He asked rudely, but the guard did direct him to the palace at the top of the hill, which was named Dragonsreach. Upon entering it, Rahgol attempted to deliver his warning but was held up by the Jarl's housecarl, a Dark Elf named Irileth, who only let him pass when he explained that he was here with information on Helgen and a request for aid from Riverwood.

"Irileth, who is this?" Asked a fair haired Nord sat on the throne, he wore fine clothing so Rahgol assumed he was the Jarl of the Hold.

"A survivor from Helgen milord, he claims to know what happened." replied Irileth.

"Well, don't keep me waiting, spit it out."

"It's a long story, so to shorten it I'll just say that a Dragon attacked and destroyed Helgen." replied Rahgol, a bit annoyed at the Jarl's attitude but keeping his tongue in check as Riverwood needed aid.

"A Dragon, are you sure?"

"Positive. I know enough about them to identify them when I see them." Rahgol said, crossing his arms. 'It helps that I was raised by one for the most of my life.'

"What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a Dragon?" Balgruff retorted to his adviser. But before Proventus could reply, Irileth stepped firward to speak.

"My lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once." She said urgently. "It's in the most immediate danger, if that Dragon is lurking in the mountains..."

"The Jarl of Falkreath will view that as a provocation!" Proventus cut in. "He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him."

"Enough!" Balgruff barked, silencing the brewing argument while Rahgol remained dilen, raising an eyebrow while holding an indifferenct expression. Balgruuf looked at his Housecarl. "Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once."

Irileth bowed. "Yes, my Jarl."

Proventus frowned at the Jarl. "We should not..."

Balgruuf shot him a stern look."I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!" He growled.

Proventus sighed but nodded. "If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties."

"That would be best." Balgruuf said and watched him leave before he addressed the silent Rahgol. ""I am thankful for what you have done for me and my Hold, most people would've just followed their own agenda but you sought me out to inform me of this threat to Whiterun, you've done me a great service and I won't forget it."

"Hm, it's nothing. I owed Alvor a debt for helping me out the way he did and he asked me to inform you of the Dragon in return, besides I'm not the type of person to leave innocents to die." Rahgol said, but then his ribs sent a spike of pain through him, reminding him that he still had not had them looked at, as the Jarl continued talking about another task that Rahgol could do for him. "Forgive me, but can this wait until tomorrow morning? I need rest and I'd like to have my side and shoulder looked at by a proper healer because the Dragon tossed me through an inn and they've still not recovered, as all I could do was basic treatment of them."

"Certainly, you should go to the Temple of Kynareth. If there's anywhere in Whiterun to fix up your injuries, it's there. I'll have a guard escort you down."

After the guard had escorted him to the Temple, the healer - a woman named Danica Pure-Spring - identified that his ribs had been cracked by the fall through the inn and that his cuts from the Dragon's teeth had mostly healed but would leave some fairly nasty scars. She stated that she was amazed that he made it out of Helgen and to Whiterun at all. After giving him a couple of potions, a meal and ordering him to rest for the night, she bustled off to deal with other patients, leaving Rahgol alone with his thoughts.

'Well, this has been an eventful couple of days in Skyrim, a Dragon returning and attacking Helgen is not a good sign. I wonder if Paarthurnax knew of her. Actually, that reminds me, that Dragon looked familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before or I know of her, but that's impossible; the only dragon I know is Paarthurnax, all the others were killed, so why was that one familiar? Meh, I won't get anywhere thinking about it, I need to get some sleep so I'm ready to do the Jarl's task, probably sending me into one of those abandoned burial sites…'

With that last thought, Rahgol shut his eyes and dozed off.


Elsewhere, at a ruin known as Skuldafn, the black Dragoness from before sat perched atop a ruined pillar, staring out at the distant, her red eyes lost in thought. However, she was brought out of her private musings at the arrival of another Dragon, this one bulkier in appearance which showed it was a male. He had red scales and green eyes with slit pupils, and had several battle scars across his scales.

"Thuri, I take it your attack on the joor settlement went well," Said the red dragon in a deep, rough male voice as he landed, causing the Dragoness to look at him.

"Of course it did Odahviing, I have not been gone for so long that I cannot handle a single joor village." Barked the Dragoness at Odahviing.

"Of course not, thuri, but you seem deep in thought, might I enquire as to why?" The Dragoness paused at Odahviing's question, before looking up at the sky which was littered with stars and an aurora could be seen cutting across the view of them.

"One of the joor - a Human - carried the smell of Dov. His scent was almost that of a Dovahkiin's. yet it felt stronger... like he has been around one of us." The Dragoness growled as she narrowed her eyes, stomping the pillar which nearly made it crack under the force of her strength. "this is confusing, and I hate being confused. The mortal was vexing, going out of his way to insult me and risking his life to save a child... admirable as that was."

"Would you like me to hunt him down and kill him, Alduin?" Odahviing asked, using her name. They were close friends, and he was her trusted second-in-command, so Odahviing had a right to use her name at times, unlike others who were to only address her as 'Thuri'.

Alduin shook her head. "No, Odahviing. For now, he has piqued my interest and I do love having a good mystery to solve."

Eventually, Odahviing departed for his own quarters, leaving Alduin to her thoughts. However, she also took off to her own cave, one reversed for her and her alone unless she finds a mate, which is very unlikely to happen anytime soon as she valued strength as a quality for a mate... something no male that's attempted to impress her has ever had.

She shook her head and laid down, curling her tail around her while tucking her head under her wing, her thoughts centred on the mortal that piqued her interest for the moment. 'We'll meet again, mortal. For you are of interest to me...'


And that's chapter two. Let me know what you think in the reviews, and I hope you enjoyed the scene with Alduin. I'm still firguring out which way to go with the Dragonborn x Alduin pairing. The idea of Alduin winning the fight in Sovngarde and perhaps having Rahgol join her to make Skyrim a better place for all, including dragons, has crossed my mind, but I'm still figuring out how I could fit in other events like the Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild, the Dawnguard and Dragonborn DLC events.

Dragon language translations.

Thuri (Overlord)

Odahviing (Winged-Snow-Hunter)

Joor (Mortal)

Alduin (Destroyer-Devour-Master)