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True daughter of Skyrim	By : EiraWolfsoul Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, it is property of Bethesda. Eira however is my own character. No money is being made from writing this fanfiction.

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[A/N] There we go, chapter 2 of TDOS! I think it really does its name justice as you will not find any real action in this chapter. There will be some revelations though! I wanted to thank Aysu for her review and ideas and those who have added this story to their favourites or follow list! Also, I have written two one-shots detailing Ulfric's and Galmar's thoughts during the first chapter (Inner thoughts, each one-shot has its own chapter) if you're interested. They're companion pieces to this story, but not necessarily a must-read.
[INFO] A matter considering underwear in TDOS: A recent discovery in an Austrian Castle revealed 15^th century lingerie consisting of rather modern looking bra’s and underwear resembling a string bikini. One of the bra’s that looks a lot like modern bra’s is believed to be what an unknown German author called “breastbags”. I believe these breastbags are best suited to my stories, considering the fact that breast bindings are meant to flatten the breasts and with the UNP body I use, Eira’s breasts aren’t exactly flattened, so she couldn’t be using breast bindings. As there is no real word for panties of that age I’ve decided to stick to the common “underpants” used in descriptions of underwear of that time. (Source: BBC History Magazine).

True daughter of Skyrim
Chapter 2. The proverbial calm before the storm
Upon reaching Riverwood, Ralof led her to the lumber mill, explaining that his sister Gerdur could probably be found working there. A blonde Nord woman looked up as they neared her. “Brother! Mara’s mercy it’s good to see you!” she called out to him as she stopped what she was doing and hugged her brother. “Is it safe for you to be here? We heard that Ulfric had been captured” she asked frantically. “Gerdur I’m fine”, Ralof reassured his sister. “Are you hurt? What happened?” she continued, seemingly oblivious to his reassurances. Eira smiled inwardly at the woman’s concern. ‘I wish I had a sister or brother’. Gerdur suddenly seemed to notice Eira, “who’s this? One of your comrades?” Ralof turned to her then, a smile curving his lips “not a comrade yet, but a friend. I owe her my life, in fact”. ‘A little overrated probably, I’m sure he could have gotten out on his own. Still it’s nice to be valued’, Eira thought idly as Gerdur looked her over. For a moment she felt awfully exposed, as though she was being judged for her worth. “Can we talk somewhere a little more private Gerdur?” Ralof asked his sister. “Of course, follow me. Hod! Come here a second!” she called out as she led the way to a little secluded place by the river.
Eira was surprised by the young boy rushing up to them. “Uncle Ralof! Can I see your axe? How many Imperials have you killed? Do you really know Ulfric Stormcloak?” the questions came tumbling from his mouth one after the other until Gerdur stopped him with a simple “hush Frodnar” before sending him to watch the road. Hod joined them at that time asking what was going on. Ralof sat down on a large tree stump before answering “I can’t remember when I last slept”. Feeling pretty tired herself, Eira followed his example and sat down next to him. Ralof then informed Gerdur and Hod of the ambush and their capture, two days ago now he believed. Gerdur’s anger grew when he told them the Imperials had meant to execute all of them and Eira shuddered at the reminder of how close she had come to losing her life. Gerdur’s and Hod’s anger turned to confusion upon hearing about the dragon and it’s unexpected role in their escape. ‘A dragon, that really happened didn’t it? The legends are really true. I can’t believe it showed up when it did, or that we made it out of there alive!’, Eira thought, relieved that she had in fact survived the events.
Gerdur confirmed that they were indeed the first to make it to Riverwood, as far as she knew. “Good. Maybe we can lay up for a while. I hate to put your family in danger Gerdur, but...” Ralof was interrupted by his sister’s stern “Nonsense. You and you’re friend are welcome to stay here as long as you need to”. She then turned to Eira again and said “any friend of Ralof’s is a friend of mine” and gave her a key, explaining that it was the key to her house and offering her assistance should she need it. Eira smiled at the woman and thanked her kindly for her help. Gerdur returned the smile before asking her if she could bring word of the dragon attack to the Jarl in Whiterun. “Of course” Eira agreed. She and Ralof then followed Hod to the house. ‘Gerdur seems like a very nice woman, Ralof is lucky to have her for his sister. I’m glad I went with him, I don’t know what I would have done had I been on my own. The Imperials took every Septim I had’.
As she followed Hod and Ralof, Eira looked around, noticing the signs for a Blacksmith and Trader to her right and the sign of an inn to her left. ‘One main street, two stores, an inn and a few houses. A lumber mill, a small farm and a few houses away from the main street. Small and cosy. Just like Helgen...’ Eira sighed. She had imagined her homecoming would be quite different. ‘Maybe some old friends of father’s who’d remember us. Someone to tell me of everything that happened since we moved to Cyrodiil. I brought enough Septims to buy a small, cosy little home. One ambush and a dragon and all of that is gone. Now I’m what... a fugitive? Will the Imperials continue to come after me? I don’t understand why they even captured me. I had the Emperor’s approval to return home! It doesn’t make sense. Seeing the letter should have been enough to let me go. That Bitch Captain didn’t even bother to ask the soldiers about it!’ They reached the house before her thoughts could sour any further.
“Welcome to our humble abode” Hod said as he led them in. “Thank you for your hospitality”, Eira said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a nice sized house, to the left of the door was the kitchenette and large dining table. To the right she found a single bed, ‘probably belongs to the boy Frodnar’ she thought as she continued to peruse her surroundings. A bar and table set around the corner in the middle and a double bed flanked by end tables on the far end of the room. ‘I wonder where the washroom is’ Eira wondered. She didn’t feel comfortable asking the men who had already sat down with a bottle of Nord Mead, so she told Ralof she was going for a walk around the village to clear her head. “Be careful” he said before continuing his conversation with Hod.
Eira made her way back to the mill, ignoring the looks she got from the townspeople ‘I must look quite a mess, wearing armour that doesn’t quite fit, covered in blood and gore’ she thought. It wasn’t long before she found Gerdur and quickly walked up to her. “Gerdur?” she asked. The woman turned with a smile “let me guess, you wish to bathe?” Eira smiled at the woman’s understanding and followed her as she led the way back to the house. They ran into a Bosmer and Nord on the way and Gerdur asked the men if they could fill some buckets with water from the river and bring them to her house. The men nodded, glad to be of help. Gerdur led her around her house to a small building at the side of the house. “This is the bathing chamber, Faendal and Sven will bring some water for you shortly. You’ll find everything else you may need inside. I’ll get you something clean to wear as well” she said. Eira nodded, thanking her and Gerdur wandered off into the village.
While she waited for the water, Eira stepped inside the chamber and was pleasantly surprised by the wooden tub. ‘Wow, they have a tub! This is great, I can actually have a real bath!’ she thought excitedly as she started the fire meant to warm the water. It wasn’t long before Faendal and Sven reached the chamber, each carrying two full buckets of water. “Here you go lady” the Nord said as he set the buckets down. He picked up two more empty buckets and made his way back to the river “I’ll just get you some more” he called out as he went. The Bosmer set his own buckets down as well and asked politely “do you need help heating it?” Eira smiled “no thank you, I think I can manage”. The Bosmer nodded and also returned to the river with two empty buckets.
Eira set to work heating the water and filling the tub. She thanked both men when they returned with the last of the water. Just as she dumped the last of the heated water in the tub, Gerdur returned. “I got you some clothes and shoes from the trader, I hope I was right about your size” she said, handing Eira a belted tunic, long leather boots, linen breastbags and linen underpants. “Thank you, I’ll pay you back for these as soon as I can” Eira offered as she took the clothes from Gerdur. “Do not worry about it, it is the least I can do for the woman who helped my brother escape from Helgen”. Eira thought she noticed a mischievous glint in Gerdur’s eyes as she said this ‘does she think there is more between me and Ralof? Or does she want there to be more?’ she wondered. “Enjoy your bath” Gerdur said as she left the chamber and closed the door.
After placing the items on a small table, Eira unfastened the fur bracers while kicking off her fur boots, before shrugging out of the cuirass and her underclothes. She laid them all to the side to be cleaned after her bath. She then slowly stepped into the hot water and sank down, sighing in pleasure as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. After a few moments she picked up a clean linen cloth and some lavender scented oil and began to clean herself. Scrubbing the blood and grime off her face felt immensely satisfying. She noted some small cuts and scrapes and several bruises but aside from the wound the Imperials inflicted on her head nothing major thankfully. When her body was clean she dunked her head under water to wet her hair and washed it using the same lavender scented oil.
She used a linen towel to dry herself, before dressing in the new undergarments and tunic. ‘Gerdur has a good eye’ she thought as she pulled the boots on, ‘everything fits perfectly’. Eira smiled to herself as she set about washing the cuirass and her old underclothes. When she was done she carried the newly washed items outside to hang them out to dry behind the building. She ran into Sven as she made her way back around the house. “Ah you look lovely, lady” he said with a charming smile. “I’ll clean out the bath for you, so you can rest” he offered. “Oh, thank you, that’s very kind of you”, Eira smiled and headed inside where Hod offered her a Nord Mead. She dragged a chair over and took the bottle from him with a quiet “thanks”.
It was Ralof who noticed the wound on her head, reopened because the water of her bath had softened the scab and her rigorous washing of her hair hadn’t helped matters. “Your wound reopened”, he said getting up from his chair, “let me have a look at that”. Eira stilled as she felt his fingers gently move her wet hair aside to inspect the wound. Hod got up as well, moving behind the bar only to return with a damp cloth. “Here, clean that wound and I’ll see if I can find a healing potion”. Ralof took the cloth and set about cleaning the wound. Eira tried hard not to wince but the wound stung something awful! “Sorry”, Ralof murmured as he continued cleaning the wound. The scent of unwashed male tickled her nose. Underneath the blood and sweat there was something decidedly masculine and appealing. ‘Past the smell of blood and sweat, he smells of pine trees. It’s actually quite comforting’. Eira smiled inwardly, wondering what his reaction would be should she suddenly cuddle into him. Hod returned then with a potion and Ralof carefully dribbled some of it onto the wound. It felt quite cool and strangely warm at the same time. “There, that should do it. Just drink the rest of the potion as well and you’ll be as good as new tomorrow” Ralof said, handing her the small vial. Eira obediently emptied the vial, glad that the potion didn’t taste too bad.
With Eira’s wound seen to, the men sat back down and picked up another bottle of mead. Conversation with the men was easy, they discussed everything from life in the village to Ralof’s time with the Stormcloaks. He turned to her then “You should join us! We could use someone with your skill”. Eira took another gulp from her bottle “you think so?” Ralof nodded enthusiastically “you’ve seen what the Imperials are capable off”. She nodded “Aye, that I have. How do I go about joining the Stormcloaks?” The blond smiled, sure that she would join them. “Just head to Windhelm, Ulfric’s capital city and speak to Galmar Stone-Fist, his second in command. He handles all the new recruits”, he explained. “I’ll think about it” Eira offered as she drank the last of her bottle.
“You look tired”, Hod noted, “Why don’t you take my side of the bed?” Eira turned to the lumberjack “what about you, where will you sleep?”. Hod shrugged “me and Ralof will grab a bedroll, don’t you worry about us men”. Eira bit her bottom lip, “well if you’re sure” she started but was interrupted by Ralof “go and get some rest woman, we’ll be fine”. Eira was touched by the kindness of these people. She placed her empty bottle on the table and nodded before getting up “Goodnight then”. The men wished her goodnight and she made her way to the bed, pulled off her boots and crawled under the warm covers. Sleep claimed her almost instantly.

The next morning Eira had breakfast with Ralof. Gerdur and Hod were already at work and their son Frodnar was playing outside with his friend. They quietly enjoyed a cup of milk, some fresh buttered bread and fruits. Ralof had washed up sometime after she’d gone to bed and was wearing a simple tunic and breeches. Eira couldn’t help but be a little distracted by his bulging muscles. And if it wasn’t his muscles distracting her, those clear blue eyes of his were, or hi scent, the pine trees more obvious now that he was cleaned of blood and sweat. ‘Sweet Dibella, am I really feeling attracted to this relative stranger? Sure we escaped Helgen together but I barely know him!’ she thought. ‘Maybe it’s just been too long’. Eira shook herself when she heard his voice “you alright? You seemed pretty far away”. “I’m fine, just thinking”, she answered. “What are you thinking of?” he persisted. ‘Gods I can’t very well tell him I’m attracted to him!’ so instead she answered “of home and all that’s happened since coming here”.
“Where is your home?” Eira sighed as she lifted her cup to her lips, taking another sip before she answered his question “honestly, I don’t really have a home right now. It used to be in Cyrodiil. My father was offered an important position there when I was little, so we moved, hoping to get a better life. Father was killed 7 years ago by bandits when he was on an errand for the Empire. No one would tell us exactly what happened but mother was sure the Thalmor had something to do with it”. Ralof looked confused “why would she think that?”
Eira shrugged “She said there was no reason for him to run such an errand, they had other men for that. But father’s superiors had insisted on him running this particular errand. Mother thought that father might have discovered something he wasn’t supposed to know and that’s what got him killed. She believed that either the bandits were hired by the Thalmor or the Thalmor killed him and lied about the bandits. Knowing what I know about bandits I believe she was right”, she explained, sadness creeping into her voice. “How so?” Ralof inquired. “Have you ever seen or heard of bandits torturing their victims?” Ralof shook his head. “Exactly. The guards who found him brought my father home. Mother wanted to see him one last time before he was buried, so I went with her. It was obvious to both of us that he had been tortured, some of his wounds just couldn’t have come from a bandit attack. They would have just killed him, taken his stuff and leave”. Ralof nodded “I think you’re right”.
‘Why am I telling him all this? I barely know him’ Eira thought, but she couldn’t stop. It needed to come out and Ralof proofed to be a good listener. “After father died, mother just sort of withered away. She couldn’t cope with the loss. She died two years later”. Ralof’s hand covered her own smaller, trembling one. He stayed silent a moment, giving her time to recollect herself, before he asked “what made you come to Skyrim?” Eira gave him a little smile “I was born and raised in Helgen, until we left for Cyrodiil. I stayed for a while, I liked my position in the Bravil Fighters Guild, I enjoyed my nights at the tavern with friends. But over time I just couldn’t shake the feeling that mother had been right, that the Thalmor were indeed responsible for father’s death, and thus indirectly for hers as well. I wanted to get away from it all, away from the memory. I just wanted to start over so I left and decided to return home. That didn’t turn out as planned though”. Ralof laughed “not exactly”.
“So what will you do now? Where will you go?” Ralof asked her. “I’m not sure. First I’ll have to go to Whiterun to inform the Jarl of the dragon attack. Then I’ll probably join the Stormcloaks, that will keep me busy for a while at least and I doubt I’ll have to worry about where to live. But when the war is over? I don’t know, I guess I’ll worry about that when the time comes”. He squeezed her hand gently “It would be good to have you on our side. I’ll put in a good word for you if I make it to Windhelm before you do”. Eira smiled “thank you Ralof, for everything”. Ralof gave her a dazzling smile, “hey, what kind of Nord would I be if I left a pretty woman to her fate?!” they both chuckled at that. ‘Does he really think I’m pretty?’ Eira wondered.

Later that morning Eira found herself wandering through the village. When she reached the Riverwood trader she decided to have a look at his wares. “Well one of us has to do something!” she heard a female voice as she entered the shop. “I said no! No adventures, no theatrics, no thief chasing!” the Imperial behind the counter answered her. “Well what are you going to do then huh? Let’s hear it!” the woman fired back. Not wanting to interrupt, Eira stayed by the door, waiting for their argument to finish. “We are done talking about this” the man answered. “Oh…” the man cleared his throat as he finally noticed her “a customer. Sorry you had to hear that” he apologized. Eira nodded and made her way further into the store.
“The Riverwood Trader is everything you need in a general store” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. Did something happen?” Eira asked tentatively. “Uh... yeah…” the Imperial mumbled. “We did have a bit of a… break in. We still have plenty to sell, the robbers were only after one thing. An ornament, solid gold, in the shape of a dragon’s claw”. ‘Well that’s odd’, Eira thought, ‘there’s plenty things of worth in this store, why would they only take one item?’ Eira was intrigued and so before she could think it through she offered her assistance in getting the claw back. The trader was happy to accept her help and even offered her the coin coming in from his next shipment if she succeeded. “If you’re going to get those thieves, you should head to Bleak Falls Barrow, Northeast of town” he told her.
The trader reluctantly allowed the woman to lead the way until the edge of town, so Eira followed her outside. “We have to get through town and across the bridge to get to Bleak Falls Barrow. You can see it from here though, the mountain just over the buildings”, she explained before leading the way. “Those thieves must be mad hiding out there. Those old crypts are filled with traps, trolls and who knows what else”, she said as they made their way through town. “Oh, I’m Camilla Valerius by the way. The trader is my brother, Lucan. He’s a little overprotective”. Eira smiled, “I’m Eira Wolfsoul”. They made it to the bridge where Camilla gave her some more directions before heading back home.
‘Okay, so now I know where to go, best get dressed for the occasion before I actually go there. Maybe I should ask Ralof if he wants to join me. Who knows what’s up there’. With that thought Eira headed back to Gerdur’s house.

[A/N] Hopefully I’ve given you some insight into (my take on) daily matters of life in Skyrim and Eira’s thoughts and reasons. Please review and let me know what you think! Next chapter is in the process of being reviewed and edited so it should be ready for posting next weekend!
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