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Harbinger	By : madnad Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 4497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Elder Scrolls universe & Skyrim belongs wholly to Bethesda. Original character Lyara belongs to me. I make no money from writing of this story and it is for entertainment purposes only.

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Lyara opened her mouth to hail a greeting to the champions, but no words came out. They walked right by her as if she wasn’t there. She then realised that she was just an observer to the events from long ago, and would not be able to participate.
She witnessed the discussion between Felldir and Hakon, after Felldir first suggested they used the Elder Scroll against Alduin. Hakon was against it, convinced that they would win the day with steel.
"Alduin approaches!" shouted Gormlaith.
Alduin landed in almost the exact spot that she had left Paarthurnax in her own time, on top of the rocky wall. So huge was the dragon god, that Lyara felt the ground beneath her shake as he landed. The great beast spoke to them in dragon tongue, disdain evident on his reptilian features. One heave of his wings and he started to ascend. Soon, he would rain down his deathly fire, and the heroes would be crushed.
"Let those that watch from Sovngarde envy us this day", cried Gormlaith. "JOOR ZAH FRUL," she shouted.
A blue glow seemed to encase the dragon, and with a deafening screech he landed on the clearing where the warriors waited for him.
"What have you done? What twisted words have you created?" Alduin screamed, shaking his head. "Paarthurnax! My teeth at his neck!"
Lyara was riveted by the scene. Paarthurnax had betrayed Alduin it seems, and he had been the one to teach the humans the Words of Power. The dragon god continued with his threats.
"But first, you will die in terror, knowing your final fate… to feed my power when I come for you in Sovngarde."
Lyara was horrified. As she watched Gormlaith and Hakon charging, their swords swinging, she knew that should they die, Alduin would seek out their souls in Sovngarde, and eat them.
Felldir cast spells at the dragon, before joining his two companions in the melee. Their swords were proving to be no match for Alduin’s tough hide. They were causing damage here and there, but nothing fatal.
With a swipe of his large head, Alduin snapped at Gormlaith as she got too close. He clamped his mighty jaws around her middle, and Lyara watched helplessly as Alduin shook the warrior maiden and threw her like a rag doll against the wall. Her body fell in a heap, unmoving. Hakon renewed his attack with increased vigor, but it was evident that they would not succeed. He yelled over to Felldir that perhaps they should use the Elder Scroll after all.
The Mage ceased blasting Alduin and pulled out the scroll. In a loud clear voice he begged the Divines to remove the World-Eater.
"By words older than your own we break your perch on this age and send you out!"
Alduin shook his head, and roared in denial as the mage continued his incantation.
"You are banished! Alduin, we shout you out from all our endings unto the last!"
With a brief shimmer of green light, Alduin vanished.
As soon as the dragon disappeared, Lyara’s sight started to shift back to her own time. She felt the familiar large hand of Farkas at her elbow as she teetered, feeling weak and dizzy for a second.
Paarthurnax lowered his head to look at the elf.
"Did you learn the shout, Dovahkiin?"
Lyara nodded, her strength coming back to her. Her dragon soul remembered the words she had heard Gormlaith shout.
"Yes, I did. I witnessed the banishment of Alduin."
Almost as if the very mention of his name had conjured him, a great screech ripped through the air as Alduin appeared above them. Paarthurnax immediately took to the air with a challenging roar, preparing to face his old leader. Lyara recognised the dragon that had attacked Helgen.
"My belly is full of the souls of your fellow mortals, Dovakiin. Die now, and await your fate in Sovngarde," threatened the dragon god.
Alduin followed his taunts with a belch of flame and molten rocks. Lyara was able to leap out of the way of this blast but was not sure she would be able to avoid another.
"Use Dragonrend, Dovakiin. It is the only way to defeat him," cried Paarthurnax as he blasted at Alduin with his own flames.
"JOOR ZAH FRUL", answered Lyara as she aimed her shout directly at Alduin.
With a terrible cry, he crashed from the sky onto the snowy mountain top, and skidded to a halt only feet away from where Lyara and Farkas had taken shelter from his deathly flame. He was surrounded by the strange blue glow, caused by the Dragonrend shout, and it seemed to be keeping him from becoming airborne once more.
Lyara’s heart leapt into her throat in fear as she watched Farkas charge in. The brave and foolhardy Nord was facing a dragon god with nothing more than his Ebony sword. Lyara fired a quick succession of arrows at the giant beast’s head, aiming for his eyes. He moved too quickly and her arrows bounced off the impenetrable scales instead.
She quickly flung her bow on her back so that it hung off her quiver, and released the axe at her side. She held it tightly in her right hand, its sharpened edge glinting in the light. In her left hand, she conjured some of her innate magic.
Alduin was a creature of fire, and so Lyara concentrated on the cold and ice that surrounded her. What shot forth from her fingers was not the flame she had used in the dungeons with Farkas, but ice. With a hearty war cry, she charged forward.

Farkas concentrated on attacking at the rear, stabbing and chopping with his sword. The more nimble Lyara distracted Alduin with blasts of ice, and then attacked the weakened points with her axe, while avoiding his snapping jaws.
"You will die this day, dragon." She heard Farkas taunting him.
"You are too late Alduin," Paarthurnax shouted from above them. "Never again!"
Her axe and ice was doing damage, but it was proving as ineffective as the steel she witnessed being used by the ancient Heroes. Realisation hit her, that in order to effectively battle a dragon, one must use the weapon of a dragon. She unleashed a flurry of shouts.
"FO KRAH DIIN," she shouted. A stream of cold ice hit the dragon, making him stagger back and scream in pain.
"FUS RO DA." An invisible force stunned the dragon for a moment.
Alduin reared up, and roared. He seemed to be alarmed that she had managed to attack him so effectively.
"Dovakiin. You have become strong," bellowed the great dragon. "But I am Al-Du-In, first born of Akatosh. I cannot be slain here, by you or by anyone else."
With obvious effort from his large wings, the dragon broke his magical bonds and started to rise. Lyara stepped back, getting ready to dodge more fireballs.
The dragon hovered above, and spoke once more.
"You cannot prevail against me. I will outlast you… mortal!"
And with that, he flew higher and higher before heading east into the distance
Farkas ran over to Lyara and asked her if she was harmed, his eyes scanning her for signs of injury. She shook her head, and was relieved to see that he too was safe. Moved by the tenderness she saw in his eyes, she laid her head against his chest, allowing herself to be held for a moment. How could a man be so large and intimidating, yet so tender at the same time? She could feel Farkas’ heart beating hard within his broad chest, and its strong steady beat was comforting.
Paarthurnax landed close by. Lyara could see the singed scales where he had suffered the brunt of Alduin’s aerial attacks. The ancient dragon lowered his head to speak to her.
"You truly have the voice of a Dovah. Alduin’s allies will think twice after this victory."
"It was hardly a victory," Lyara answered sharply. "He escaped."
Lyara felt that the prophecy regarding her fate was futile. Her destiny was to destroy Alduin, yet she had failed.
"True. But this is not the final victory. Not even the heroes of old were able to defeat Alduin in open battle." The ancient dragon’s breath was warm as he moved his head closer. Lyara could feel Farkas tense beneath her, but he made no moves of aggression.
"Alduin was always arrogant. He took domination as his birth right. This should shake the loyalty of the Dov that serve him," said the old dragon, in his slow steady voice.
"So how do we find him now?"
Paarthurnax thought for a moment. "One of his allies could tell us, but it will not be so easy to convince one of them to betray him."
Lyara had an idea. "Dragonsreach in Whiterun was built to house a captive dragon. A fine place to trap one of Alduin’s allies, hmm?"
"Yes, yes, Dovakiin."
"But how to get one there?" she mused.
"The names of dragons are always three Words of Power. Paar-Thur-Nax. By calling a dragon with the Voice, he will hear you wherever he may be. "
"But would he come to us?" Lyara asked.
"He is not compelled to, but dragons are prideful by nature, and loath to refuse a challenge. Your voice in particular is likely to intrigue a dragon, after your defeat of Alduin."
"Do you know of a dragon we could call?"
"Yes, I know of one. Oh-Da-Viing. He was a general in Alduin’s army. He will know the location of Alduin’s hideout."

They spent another night at the Vilemyr Inn in Ivarstead, then set off just before dawn to Whiterun. By the time they got there it was early evening, and they decided it would be prudent to wait until the next day before going to speak to the Jarl about using the dragon trap.
They dropped off their gear at their house, and after getting changed, they walked through the town to Jorrvaskr. Most of the Companions were in the Mead hall when they arrived, and everyone was happy to see them. Word had gotten around of their nuptials, and Torvar magnanimously decided that a proper celebration was in order.
Mead flowed, and songs were sung. Lyara actually started to forget about some of her burdens, and joined in the celebrations.
After a rather vigorous dance with Torvar, Lyara flopped onto a bench next to Farkas, panting as she was slightly out of breath, her cheeks red from mead and exertion. She smiled at him, and he was pleased to see her enjoying herself. He leaned over, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"You look exhausted after that dance! I guess now that you are an old married woman, you are getting fat and slow."
Lyara looked at him shocked. The mischievous twinkle in his eye, and the way that one corner of his mouth was turned up, gave away that he was teasing her.
"Me? Old and fat?" she sputtered.
"Ah uh." He nodded. "It’s embarrassing really, you are not the woman I married," he continued with his taunts.
"Well, at least you don’t have to sleep with someone who snores like a mill saw!" she teased back.
"I do not snore!" he cried, feigning indignation. "You take that back."
"Or what?" she answered, her face challenging him.
"Or… or… I will have to teach you a lesson." Not much of a threat he realised, but he had to say something, as their mock fight was starting to draw a crowd.
Lyara glanced at the onlookers, who started to laugh, and some started to encourage Farkas to go for it. He stood up then, carefully putting down his tankard.
"Okay… you asked for it," he said, and beckoned her towards him with his fingers.
Lyara stood up in front of him, and placed her own tankard next to his, a cheeky smile appearing on her lips.
"Give me your best shot, wolf boy," she replied, and pulled her hands up into fists, ready for a brawl.

Farkas raised an eyebrow in surprise, and then smiled. He liked a good brawl, especially with someone as attractive as his wife.
The rest of the Companions started to gather around them cheering. Farkas pulled his fists up ready, and only just ducked in time to miss her first swing. The crowd cheered them on.
He waited until it looked like she was going to take another swing and he stepped to his right… straight into her left fist.
He had fallen for the faint, and her fist bounced off his cheek causing his head to rock back. The impact of the blow wasn’t too hard, but it was enough to make him rub his stubbled jaw, and think that perhaps he had misjudged how easy this would be.
He decided to go on the attack and threw a right-handed punch, getting ready to pull back as soon as he made contact. Lyara dodged backwards, then under his arm and gave him two swift punches in the same spot on his ribs.
"Oof."
Her fists caused him to expel air, and it took him a couple of seconds to recover. All the while, Lyara bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting to see his next move. He tried once again to get in a shot, and again she managed to manoeuvre out of the way, and land a punch, this time a right upper cut in his solar plexus. As he doubled over, she dropped an elbow onto the back of his shoulder, and swept a foot into his leg while he was off balance.
The giant Nord tumbled over, and lay there for a second, unable to move having lost his breath as well as his dignity.
A cheer rose around the Companions, and Njada leaned forward to help Farkas back up. Once he was back on his feet, he held up his hands, saying, "I yield, I yield."
Aela grabbed a wrist of Lyara’s and raised it up high as the Companions all cheered and laughed. While the wood elf was distracted, Farkas swooped in, lowering his head under her raised arm, and grabbing her round the legs.
He stood up and threw her over his shoulder, and was pleased to note her squeal in surprise. She put up a token struggle, but allowed herself to be carried off to cheers and howls from her friends.
Farkas left the revellers, and carried his wife downstairs to his old quarters, and closed the door before throwing her on the bed.
He pulled his cotton shirt over his head, and threw it on the floor, a wolfish grin on his face.
Lyara sat up, so that she could run her hand across his chiselled chest, as he knelt one leg on the bed.
"Wolf boy?" he asked, referencing the nick name she had called him earlier.
Lyara just grinned and pulled his head down towards her, and claimed her prize. She pulled him down on top of her, and crushed her lips to his as his hands peeled her out of her clothes. Once she was naked, she sat up as he knelt on the bed and returned the favour by untying the laces holding his leather trousers fastened.
There was a significant bulge at the front, and as soon as they were loosened, his hardened member sprang free. It bobbed in front of her, a tasty morsel she could not wait to get in her mouth. Slipping her mouth gently over the crown, she ran her tongue over the smooth skin. With a slurp, she hungrily sucked it further into her mouth.
Farkas closed his eyes, and groaned in pleasure. He was still knelt on the bed, and steadied himself by putting his arms out against the wall. She was sucking and licking with such enthusiasm, he feared he would not last much longer, so withdrew and tried to push her back down on the bed.
Lyara resisted, instead pulling him down and swinging herself over him. Positioning her entrance over him, he thrust up with his hips and penetrated her roughly. Lyara gasped at the intrusion, but her arousal soared and flooded her channel. She felt a small growl growing in the back of her throat, and fought an irrepressible urge to rake his chest hard with her nails.
It occurred to her then that there was a full moon tonight. This was the first full moon since she had been blooded by the circle. Had the time really gone that fast?

Farkas’ own wolf could sense hers rising. He was able to control his inner beast and change at will, but a new blood found it difficult to ignore the call of the moon. His own wolf wanted to mark this she-wolf as its own, and he sat up and sank his teeth into her neck. With a low growl, and gentle pressure, his beast claimed her as his mate. He broke the skin, but the pleasure and the pain was enough to send Lyara into the ecstasy of orgasm. Her innermost walls spasming on his cock sent him over the edge, and with his wolf in control, he had to fight the urge to howl.
As she panted on his lap, he looked into her slanted eyes. He licked her chin, and up to her mouth, before sucking her tongue into his.
"Let’s go for a run," he said, with a grin.
"A run? Do you mean as …"
"Yes, come on. It’s exhilarating on a full moon. Let’s run together."
Lyara grinned back at him, and nodded. She could feel the beast inside her clawing its way to the surface, and knew she needed to let it out soon.
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