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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Sweet mother of Dhov I am back! Sorry it's been such a long wait folks! I've been working on an original Erotic Fantasy Romance series for the last year or so and it's had my writing muses all sorts of tied up. Nonetheless, I'm going to start marking out time to work on my fanfictions in between writing my original content. I didn't realize how much I missed this one until I started reading over the chapters again. Who knows, we might get to see something new on Trials soon too *sneaky cat face*
I hope you enjoy this chapter though. Thank you for sticking with me for so long! You guys are amazing!
~Kae
Chapter 16: Relishing the Calm Before the Storm
Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled
An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim Fanfiction

Hadvar yawned a little as he splashed his face with water and he looked over to the young man who was adjusting the straps on his initiate's uniform. Alesan looked grim, but it could just be the exhaustion talking. The boy hadn’t been able to sleep well from what he had noticed. “Are you going to be alright, lad?”
Alesan nodded and he adjusted the red scarf he was wearing to were it was comfortable. “I’ll be fine Hadvar. I was just up too late trying to figure out how Rikke’s brother crafted this knife. It’s a fascinating design.” replied the youth with a wry grin. In all actuality, Alesan had been going through a self sparring session with the knife for the better part of three hours after he had been told to go to sleep.
Hadvar barked out a laugh at boomed through the training yard and he clapped the lad on his back. “By the divines, you are just like your mother.” commented the legionnaire. The grin on Alesan’s face spoke volumes on how proud he was of that statement. “Let’s go round up Tullius and we’ll get off to Northwatch.”
Alesan nodded in turn, and he plucked up his rucksack before following Hadvar towards Castle Dour. Tullius and Rikke met them outside, and Rikke smiled fondly as she looked at him. “Good morning General, legate.” he said earnestly. One thing Alesan had come to appreciate in the time he had spent with Hadvar’s unit was how relaxed Tullius and Rikke were when it was just a few people. The respect amongst the soldiers they led was an earnest one. They had more than garnered his and his mother’s esteem because of that.
“Good morning Alesan. We need to get over to Katla’s, and from there the three of us are making a surprise inspection on the keep. Rikke, remember, keep an ear on what’s going on and be prepared to give me a full report when I return.” Tullius told her. Rikke didn’t verbally respond but she did offer a salute to the order. “Rouse the men, and get them out in the training yard. They’re being put to shame by a fourteen year old boy.”
Rikke’s grin turned into something menacing as she held her salute. “At once General. Happy hunting.” With that, the legate turned on her heel and she began marching straight for the unit’s quarters.
All three men snorted in mirth as they watched her go and Tullius began walking for the great stone arch that would lead them out into Solitude proper. It was still early enough to be dark and not many people would be milling about. The walk to Katla’s Farm was a quiet one, but the three horses were already waiting and saddled for them. Both Thunder and Tanaris approached Alesan and the young man gave them both a little bit of attention before he led them back to their temporary stalls.
“We’ll be heading home soon enough, you’ll see.” he whispered to them fondly. Tanaris gave him a hard shove for the comment and her gaze leveled on Alesan. “I don’t have any carrots either, so don’t give me that. I’ll spoil both of you rotten once we return back to Whiterun, I promise.”
The mare snorted disdainfully, blowing Alesan’s hair back as he laughed. Tullius and Hadvar couldn’t help but watch him interact. Alesan gave her one last pat before he tied down his rucksack and climbed into the saddle of the last horse that was waiting for them. “Sorry about that, General. Those two are too smart for their own good.”
Tullius shook his head and he began leading the way back up the hill towards the tower. “Keep close, stay alert. We need to ride hard and fast to make it to the keep by sunrise. Understood?” Tullius ordered. Two affirmatives answered him and he kicked the horse into a full gallop while snapping the reins.
It was time.

Vilkas was sleeping soundly as Serana combed her fingers through the loose strands of ebony on his temple. He had been much more exhausted than he had let on, and their lovemaking had the nord warrior sleeping soundly in the vampire’s embrace. A small smile quirked up either corner of Serana’s mouth.
It was funny just how draining emotion could truly be.
I love you.
The smallest rouge colored her cheeks as the look in her eyes turned soft, but mirthful. No sooner had the words fallen from his lips, Vilkas had crashed face first into the pillow and had begun snoring. She’d let him sleep though, as he clearly needed the rest. He had fought with a giant and had been wounded before she had seduced him. It was comical that she had worn him out as quickly as she had, though Serana wished he had stayed awake long enough to hear her reply.
Her smile was tender as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Vilkas turned in his sleep, catching her lips fully and his chest rumbled with a pleased groan as the taste of Serana’s mouth washed over his tongue. His eyes opened, ice blue meeting the reddish brown of his new lover.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” said Serana, her voice soft and teasing all at once.
“So I wasn’t dreaming.” Vilkas breathed out, though a smile split his face as his hand rose to cup her cheek.
“No, you’re not. You went face first into the pillows after telling me you loved me.” Serana said with a large grin. She was still combing her fingers through his hair and Vilkas looked away, embarrassed even though he was laughing.
“I assure you that is not a common occurrence, sweetness. What time is it?”
“There’s about three hours until the sun rises—” Serana began, though she felt the werewolf’s chest rise in preparation of apology. “—Nah ah ah, wolf. I let you rest because you needed it. Besides, we have plenty of time to learn more about each other’s bodies.”
Vilkas turned onto his side, rising a little ways off of the bed so that he could kiss Serana deeply. “Starting now.” he murmured against her lips. Another smile broke across his face as he pinned his lover to the bed, guiding her legs over his hips at the same time.
Serana shrieked in her laughter, though her arms wrapped tight around Vilkas’ neck. “Just so we can set the record straight, Vilkas—” Serana began, humming in delight as her lover kissed her again. The hum became a gasp of surprise as Vilkas teased her, rubbing his hard cock against her delicate folds. It wasn’t taking much for him to work her to a fever pitch and Serana cried out in delight as he filled her heat with a single thrust. She looked up into his eyes as he began flexing into her. “—I love you too.” she breathed.

The occupants of Jorrvaskr were looking at Vilkas with hungover, bloodshot eyes as he came up from the living quarters, looking as if they wanted to rain the fires of Oblivion upon him. Farkas was the only one who was smirking and not showing too much exhaustion. Then again, both he and his twin carried the blood of the beast and were light sleepers as it was. Joining his brother, Vilkas made a circling motion.
“What’s wrong with everyone this morning?”
Farkas snorted into his mead. He was trying his best not to laugh, he truly was. “Let’s just say everyone’s been awake since about four this morning.” replied the Black Wolf of Jorrvaskr.
Vilkas’ brow furrowed as he looked at the clock. It was seven now, just passed sunrise in fact. Why was everyone awake so early? “I know a good chunk of them were drinking in celebration of our return yesterday. Was it a bad batch of mead?” Vilkas asked.
“Nope.”
“Then why is everyone looking at me like they want to skin me alive?” asked Vilkas. He wasn’t in the mood to play guessing games with Farkas this morning.
“Next time, shove her into the pillows to muffle her, Vilkas.” Njada growled as she poured herself a fresh mug of brew.
Farkas couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his twin turned when the realization finally dawned on him. Next time, he’d be sure to let them borrow Breezehome.

Lucia looked around as she stood in front of the Gildergreen. With Farkas back, it was getting harder to slip away for her lessons with Farengar. Thankfully, he was busy out on the tundra, hunting with Vilkas and some of the other whelps. She made sure none of the other members of the Companions saw her as she began dashing up the steps towards Dragon’s Reach.
Once inside the Jarl’s palace, Lucia smiled from ear to ear and she headed right for Farengar’s alcove. “I’m here for today’s lesson, master!” she exclaimed.
Farengar nodded to his apprentice in greeting before marking his page and closing his tome. “How long do we have today, Lucia?”
“Only a few hours. My Pa and a good chunk of the other Companions are going to try to cull the mammoth numbers. Even the giants are having trouble with their herds.” Lucia explained.
Farengar nodded. He had heard of the jarl speaking of that issue with Proventus earlier in the week. “Any news of your mother and brother?”
Lucia’s face dulled and she shook her head. She’d never thought she’d be this lonely without Alesan. “Nothing yet. I heard whispers in the marketplace this morning that someone crashed a Thalmor event near Solitude, however.” she replied, meeting her mentor’s eyes.
Both of them shared a somber look before grinning broadly. “It was the Harbinger.” they chorused before laughing.
“Alright Lucia, we’re going to keep working on the telekinesis spell. You almost had it yesterday. As soon as you can lift all ten shards off the enchanter, we’re moving on to fire magicka. Are you ready?” Farengar asked her before crossing his arms.
Lucia nodded and she raised her hand up in preparation. She had to have results for when Tarrowlyn returned. She had to prove that she could handle it and that she wasn’t going to use shortcuts.
Lucia was a Dragonheart. She wouldn’t settle for anything but the best to show her mother when the time came.

Tarrowlyn returned to Castle Dour a week after Elenwen’s party. She had hidden her hair and face in the cowl of her cloak, all the while taking extra care to wear a scarf much like Alesan had during their trip to Solitude. She met Hadvar near the smithy’s, and he was grinning much like the cat that had eaten the canary.
“What has you in such good spirits?” she asked her friend.
“You’ll see soon enough. Tullius needs to speak with you before you see Alesan though.” Hadvar replied.
The two walked briskly for Castle Dour. Tarrowlyn was much too excited to see her son, and her haste showed. Hadvar led her into the general’s office and Tullius stood up to greet them.
“Welcome back Tarrowlyn. Did you find what you were looking for?” Tullius asked her.
The Harbinger nodded as she pulled her scarf and cowl away. “You were right about them having dossiers on all of us, myself included. I took the liberty of destroying a fair few and took the liberty of writing out Ulfric’s so that you can read it over.” She pulled a stack of papers from her rucksack and she slid them over the desk.
Tullius silently nodded his thanks. “I assume you’re keeping a copy for yourself?” Tarrowlyn nodded as she adjusted her hair to sit in a tighter braid against her skull. “I’m not speaking to you as an envoy of the empire or the Legion, but as a man I hope you’ll come to call friend and ally. Thank you for this. I want to rid Tamriel of the Aldermeri Empire so badly I can taste it. I hope together we can find a means to do such a thing.”
“I need to deal with the other two menaces here in Skyrim first before I can do that.” Tullius didn’t even have to ask what she was talking about. To him, that meant the Stormcloak uprising and the dragons. “Make that three.” she amended as she looked in her rucksack. “I need to collect Alesan and we need to make haste for Northwatch. Where’s my son, Tulius?”
“Down in the yard with Rikke. She’s been working with him personally for the last week.” Tullius replied as he got to his feet.
“No, he’s right here, General,” replied Rikke as she stepped into the room. “He’s ready for anything, Harbinger. I’ve made sure of it.”
Tarrowlyn got to her feet as she offered the legate her hand to shake. “Thank you, Rikke. Are you ready to leave, Alesan?” she asked.
“I am, Ma. I’ll get you up to speed once I know we’re in a good position to do so. I know a good spot where we can set ourselves up too,” he replied as he replaced his scarf then his helmet. Before turning from the room, he offered an imperial salute to the three. “I’m in your debt for all you’ve done for us. Short of joining the legion, if there is anything in my power that I can do to help you, please let me know.”
Tullius grinned as he looked between Hadvar, then Rikke. “There is something I can think of, but we’ll leave that for another time. It’ll have to wait until the Harbinger is ready to take on an undertaking of the magnitude I know it will be,” Tullius said as he threaded his fingers together.
“I’ll be there when the time comes, General. I swear it,” Alesan replied. Having said that, he turned to the door and exited the room.
Tullius grinned as he looked to his two most loyal subordinates. “I have news from the emperor that I couldn’t give you with him here,” he said. “His majesty is gathering the resources necessary to break the Dominion. We’ve already secured the Bravil Fighters Guild in Cyrodiil, as well as the Re’Sheikar of Hammerfell. Our next move is to secure the Scales of Freedom of Blackmarsh and the Claws of the Moon of Elsweyr. Last but not least, we will need the Companions of Skyrim. For this to work, we need the Tarrowlyn Dragonheart,” he said to them.

Tarrowlyn’s eyes grew wet as she looked around the surrounding area. This place...The last time she was here was with Farkas after rescuing Alesan from the Forsworn. They had camped here for the night, as the two werewolves were tired after the ordeal.
“Did you really think I’d forget this place either? Widow’s Watch was the first time I got to feel like I had a ma. This is close enough to the capital that we’re safe from suspicion from the Thalmor at the keep, but close enough that we can make it with little fuss in the darkness,” Alesan began.
“What’s this plan of yours, son?” Tarrowlyn asked as she warmed some mead through for them. The temperature was steadily dropping closer to the sea. It smelled as if a storm were preparing to blow in off the water.
“I know it’s going to rain tonight. I can feel it on the wind. I get this same feeling off the Lake,” he explained. He took out a piece of charcoal from his pack, along with several sheets of vellum. He unfolded them, revealing them to be schematics of the keep. “I marked sentries here, here, and here. Twelve hour shifts, always in pairs of two. One up high, the other down below on the ground. We’ll need to lure the sentries on the ground out first and foremost. On the inside of the keep, the patrols vary by day. Each shift seems to change depending on who’s standing guard. However, here—” Alesan tapped the map with his charcoal. “—is a door that gives us a straight shot to the interrogation chamber. It’s the cell block. I know for a fact Miss Fralia’s son is here.” He flipped the page, pointing to a wall on the northeastern end of the building. “They’ve had him chained there for days. If we can get the element of surprise, as well as spring the prisoners there, we can get Thorald out in the kerfuffle, alive.”
“Then how do you propose we deal with the ground sentries?” Tarrowlyn asked. She was sure to keep her expression schooled, but Alesan’s strategy was damn good. “And this door here, what kind of lock are we talking about? I don’t have too many picks on me and we can’t afford to waste time.”
Alesan gave his mother a wicked grin that she herself had given more than once. He held up his hand, revealing a key. “Who said anything about picking the lock?” he asked. He spun it in his palm, handing it to her for safe keeping.
Tarrowlyn looked at the key then to her son. “Do I want to know how you got this?”
“I may or may not have borrowed from the interrogator’s desk while Tulius was annoying him with inane questions. I might have also slipped Thorald a healing potion when I was left alone with him for a few moments,” Alesan replied, the smarm of his voice giving away the pride he felt at accomplishing such a feat.
“That covers how we’re going to get in, not how we’re going to deal with the sentries,” Tarrowlyn said as she poured them both a mug.
Alesan gave a heavy sigh. “You’re not going to like it,” he said flatly. “I mean, you’re really, really not going to like it.”
Tarrowlyn’s stern gaze on her son was unwavering. “Well?”
“I run to the keep, screaming about Forsworn. I’d be sans armor, and dressed only in ragged clothes,” he began.
Tarrowlyn fervently shook her head no. "Absolutely not!" she decreed
"Ma! Just…"
"No Alesan! I…"
"MA!" Alesan bellowed, quieting her for a brief moment. He rested both his hands on her shoulders as her lower lip trembled. "You need to trust me. I told Tullius and Rikke this plan and they both agreed it's our best shot."
"The archers could kill you without a second glance.” Her voice was the epitome of fear and agony.
“They won’t shoot if someone is screaming for help. I know that much for a fact. There was a traveling merchant whose caravan got attacked by a saber cat and they protected her and made sure she was well enough to go back before resuming their posts. That and they have been having issues with the Forsworn in that area trying to run them from the fort. What I suggest is that you get a high vantage, snipe the ones up top and I'll take out the ones that come to me,” he said. He cupped his mother’s cheek with a hand that seemed so much bigger than it had been a few short years ago and Tarrowlyn grabbed it like it were a life line. “If you have any suggestions, I will defer to your judgement, Harbinger. As it stands right now, this is our greatest chance at minimal detection. Again, I will defer to your judgement in the end, Harbinger. You’re the one testing me. Right now, I’m not your son. I’m a potential whelp. Don’t forget that.”
Tarrowlyn swallowed thickly as she thought over his words. “What if you get hurt?”
“Have you come out of every battle unscathed?” he asked pointedly.
Damn it. He wasn’t wrong. Her body was littered with her battle scars. “Don’t you dare die on me,” she hissed. Against her will, worried tears spilled down her cheeks. She wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt if anything happened to Alesan. She’d never be able to face Farkas and Lucia again.
Alesan grinned. “That’s why you’re joining me, Ma. To make sure that it doesn’t come to that. Otherwise you would have done something else with me. I’ll be fine. Tullius, Rikke, and Hadvar made sure of it. I need you to believe in me for this. Please,” he whispered.
Tarrowlyn shut her eyes and pulled Alesan into a tight hug. He got comfortable beside her, wrapping his arms over her shoulders as he cradled her against him. “I will, son. I promise,” she whimpered.
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