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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] I totally forgot to update here last time! So you get two chapters this time! My story is also posted on FF.net where I update first so if you can't wait, please check there!
True daughter of Skyrim

Chapter 6. Of dragons and Thanes
A week after her induction into the Companions, Eira was in Jorrvaskr's courtyard having a small archery match with Aela when Skjor entered the courtyard, calling her name. Eira replaced her bow and turned to the older man. "A guard just came with a message from the Jarl. You are to head to Dragonsreach immediately". Eira nodded and quickly gathered her arrows before taking off for the keep. She found the Jarl in his usual spot on the throne, "Jarl Balgruuf, you asked for me?" "I did, there is something you could do for me. Suitable for someone of your particular talents, perhaps? Come, let's go find Farengar, my court wizard. He's been looking into a matter related to these dragons and rumours of dragons".
Eira followed the Jarl as he led the way to his court wizard. "Farengar, I think I've found someone who can help you with your dragon project". The wizard nodded at his Jarl before addressing her "So the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research into the dragons". Eira almost rolled her eyes 'Jeez, you think?' "Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me. Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there". Eira just shrugged "alright, where am I going and what is this stone tablet I'm fetching?"
"Straight to the point eh? No need for tedious hows and whys. I like that. Leave those details to your betters, am I right?" Eira narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance. "I, uh, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow. A Dragonstone, said to contain a map of dragon burial sites. Go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet, no doubt interred in the main chamber, and bring it to me. Simplicity itself."
"I think I may already have it". Both the Jarl and Farengar looked at her astonished. "Really? Where is it? Show me!" The court wizard sounded as excited as a child with a new toy. "It's in my chest in Jorrvaskr, I'll go and get it". The wizard nodded and while Eira returned to Jorrvaskr, the Jarl went back to his own business. Skjor was waiting for her when she entered the Mead Hall, "what did the Jarl want?" "A stone tablet I found in Bleak Falls Barrow, apparently it's a Dragonstone and something the court wizard needs for his research". Skjor nodded and headed for the courtyard, while Eira went for the stairs leading to the sleeping quarters.
Eira dug the stone tablet out of her chest and returned to Farengar. "Ah! The Dragonstone of Bleak Falls Barrow! You found it! You are cut from a different cloth than the usual brutes the Jarl foists on me". "I got you the Dragonstone, what next?" Eira asked. "That is where your job ends and mine begins. The work of the mind, sadly undervalued in Skyrim".
There was a commotion outside the wizard's rooms and then Irileth ran in. "Farengar, you need to come at once, a dragon's been sighted nearby. You should come too", she added turning to Eira. "A dragon! How exciting! Where was it seen? What was it doing?" Farengar asked excitedly. "I'd take this a bit more seriously if I were you. If a dragon decides to attack Whiterun I don't know if we can stop it", Irileth said as she led them upstairs.
"So, Irileth tells me you came from the Western watchtower", the Jarl addressed a guard. "Yes, my Lord". "Tell him what you told me. About the Dragon," Irileth urged the guard. "Uh… that's right. We saw it coming from the South. It was fast… faster than anything I've ever seen", the guard explained nervously. "What did it do? Was it attacking the watchtower?" The guard shook his head "no, my Lord. It was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life… I thought it would come after me for sure". "Good work son. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest. You've earned it", the Jarl said before turning to his housecarl. "Irileth, you'd better gather some guardsmen and head down there".
The Jarl turned to her then, "there is no time to stand on ceremony, my friend. I need your help again. I want you to go with Irileth and help her fight this dragon. You survived Helgen, so you have more experience with dragons than anyone else here. But I haven't forgotten the service you did for me in retrieving the Dragonstone for Farengar. As a token of my esteem, I have instructed Avenicci that you are now permitted to purchase property in the city. And please accept this gift from my personal armoury", he said, giving her a pair of enchanted hide bracers. Eira nodded her thanks when Farengar spoke. "I should come along. I would very much like to see this dragon". "No. I can't afford to risk both of you. I need you here working on ways to defend the city against these dragons". Farengar nodded disappointedly "as you command".
"One last thing, Irileth", the Jarl stopped the Dunmer as she turned away. "This isn't a death or glory mission. I need to know what we're dealing with". Irileth nodded "don't worry, my Lord. I'm the very soul of caution". With that they took off for the main gate to gather the mustered soldiers and head to the Western watchtower.
Upon arriving there, they found the watchtower in ruins and surrounded by fire and smoke, but no dragon. They spread out, looking for survivors or signs of the dragon. "No! Get back! It's still here somewhere! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!" a surviving guard cried out to them. Before he could say anything else there was a loud roar from the sky. "Kynareth save us, here he comes again!" the guard said, drawing his bow. Moments later the dragon appeared and Eira could hear one of the other guards plead "Talos save us! It's a dragon!"
Drawing her bow and nocking an arrow Eira searched the sky for the dragon. As soon as it came into view again she released her arrow and quickly nocked the next one. Suddenly the dragon landed in the middle of the tower's ruins and she could hear its words, "krifkrin. Pruzah!" though she did not understand them. The dragon then turned to her and with a "Yol" a blast of fire was sent her way.
Eira just barely managed to duck out of the way to avoid getting burned. She quickly rolled back to her feet, nocking another arrow and letting it fly. The dragon however remained on the ground and kept coming after her. Knowing her bow would be of little use now, she replaced it for her Skyforge sword and dagger. Taking a deep breath she rushed at the dragon, cutting her sword along its massive jaw, before jumping up onto its head and driving her dagger into its skull. With a final roar the dragon cried out "Dovahkiin! No!" and went completely still. Eira breathed heavily as she flicked the blood of her weapons before sheathing them. "GET BACK!" someone called. Her eyes widened and she jumped back quickly as the dragon dissolved into flames, but the strange orange light coming from it went straight at her!
She couldn't move as the light entered her body. She felt a warm tingling feeling all over and then she heard the dragon's voice in her mind. "Dovahkiin! You have slain me, Mirmulnir!" The feeling faded along with the voice and she could move again. One of the guards rushed up to her "I can't believe it! You're… Dragonborn…" Eira looked at him confused "what do you mean, Dragonborn?"
"In the very oldest tales, back from when there were still dragons in Skyrim, the Dragonborn would slay dragons and steal their power. That's what you did, isn't it? Absorbed that dragon's power?" Eira frowned in confusion 'well something did happen with that light and the dragon's voice, but... I don't feel different', she thought. "I don't know what happened to me" she answered the guard honestly. "There's one way to find out. Try to shout… According to the old legends, only the Dragonborn can shout without training, the way the dragons do", the guard explained.
Eira shrugged, turned away from the guard and his gathered companions and shouted the word she'd read in Bleak Falls Barrow "FUS". She was shocked by the blue circled wave of something coming from her. She was so lost in thought she barely heard the guards talking around her. When they dispersed, Irileth spoke to her, "you should head back to Whiterun, the Jarl should know what happened here". Eira nodded and headed back to Whiterun.
She could see the stables ahead of her when the ground below her shook and there was a thundering sound from the sky. "DO VAH KIIN!" Then everything went quiet again. 'There is that word again, Dovahkiin, the dragon said it too'. Eira shrugged it off and continued her way to Dragonsreach.

Pushing the large wooden door open, Eira made her way into the keep and headed for the back of the enormous hall. When she neared the throne, Avenicci approached her "good. You're finally here. The Jarl's been waiting for you." Eira nodded and approached the throne. "You heard the summons. What else could it mean? The Greybeards…" the Jarl said to another man dressed in scaled armour, who then turned to her. "We were just talking about you. My brother needs a word with you". The Jarl then addressed her "so what happened at the watchtower? Was the dragon there?" After Eira recounted the events at the watchtower, the Jarl's eyes widened. "So it's true. The Greybeards really were summoning you".
"The Greybeards?" Eira enquired confused. "Masters of the Way of the Voice. They live in seclusion high on the slopes of the Throat of the World", he explained. "What do these Greybeards want with me?" she questioned. "The Dragonborn is said to be uniquely gifted in the Voice, the ability to focus your vital essence into a Thu'um, or Shout. If you really are Dragonborn, they can teach you how to use your gift". The Jarl's brother addressed her then, "didn't you hear the thundering sound as you returned to Whiterun? That was the voice of the Greybeards, summoning you to High Hrothgar! This hasn't happened in … centuries, at least. Not since Tiber Septim himself was summoned when he was still Talos of Atmora!" He seemed rather excited.
"Hrongar, calm yourself. What does any of this Nord nonsense have to do with our friend here?" Avenicci asked. "Capable as she may be, I don't see any signs of her being this, so called Dragonborn". "Nord nonsense?!" an obviously insulted Hrongar said. "Why you puffed-up ignorant… these are our sacred traditions that go back to the founding of the First Empire!" Jarl Balgruuf calmed his brother and Avenicci was quick to apologize. "Whatever happened when you killed that dragon, it revealed something in you, and the Greybeards heard it. If they think you're Dragonborn, who are we to argue? You'd better get up to High Hrothgar immediately. There's no refusing the summons of the Greybeards. It's a tremendous honour".
The Jarl proudly told her he too once made the journey to High Hrothgar and briefly described the place to her before saying "go to High Hrothgar. Learn what the Greybeards can teach you". Eira nodded, "I will but... erm... do you think it's possible to keep this Dragonborn business secret? For now at least". The Jarl studied her a moment. "You would hide what you are? In a time when people need a hero?" Eira sighed softly, "please understand Jarl Balgruuf. This has come as a bit of a shock to me. I just need some time. I don't mind people knowing there is a Dragonborn, just as long as they don't know it's me". The Jarl nodded, "very well, I understand. I will send word to those who know to keep your identity a secret". "Thank you Jarl Balgruuf".
Before she could leave however he stopped her again. "You've done a great service for me and my city, Dragonborn. By my right as Jarl, I name you Thane of Whiterun. It's the greatest honour that's within my power to grant. I assign you Lydia as a personal housecarl, and this weapon from my armoury to serve as your badge of office". The Jarl handed her a beautifully carved, enchanted axe. "I'll also notify my guards of your new title. Wouldn't want them to think you're part of the common rabble, now would we? We are honoured to have you as Thane of our city, Dragonborn". With that Eira was dismissed.
As she made her way out of Dragonsreach, she was approached by a woman with dark eyes and brown, shoulder length hair. She was dressed in steel armour, with a shield strapped to her back and a sword on her hip. "The Jarl has appointed me to be your housecarl. It's an honour to serve you". Eira smiled at the woman, so this was Lydia. "I'm Eira, can you explain what exactly it means to be a Thane?" Her housecarl returned the smile "It means the Jarl has recognized you as a person of great importance in the hold. A hero. The title of Thane is an honour, a gift for your service. Guards will know to look the other way, if you tell them who you are". Eira nodded her understanding "what does a housecarl do?" she wondered next. "As my Thane, I'm sworn to your service. I'll guard you, and all you own, with my life", Lydia explained.
"Well I could use a drink, care to join me?" Lydia smiled "of course my Thane, lead the way". They headed to the Bannered Mare and settled down at one of the tables on the side. Saadia, the Redguard approached them "good day ladies, what can I get you?" "I'll have some Nord Mead and a Honey Nut Treat". "Just a Honningbrew Mead for me" Lydia added. Saadia left and returned shortly after with their orders.
"So what's a Thane supposed to do around Whiterun?" Eira asked Lydia before taking a bite of her Honey Nut Treat. "Well that's up to you really. Jarl Balgruuf might call on you for advice, but other than that your time is yours to do with as you wish". "That's good, shouldn't interfere too much with my duties to the Companions then". Lydia's eyes widened, "you're a Companion?" Eira nodded, "yup, was inducted just a week ago". "Wow, Companion, Thane and Dragonborn", Lydia whispered in amazement. "Shht! I'd like to keep that last bit quiet please". Lydia looked at her confused, "why? It is a great honour". Eira sighed, "I suppose so, it's just... I don't know... a bit of a shock really. I guess I just need some time getting used to it". Lydia nodded, "I understand my Thane. I won't say a word, but you have you informed the Jarl and the guards of your wish?" Eira nodded, "I have, the Jarl said he would take care of it".
"I suppose I should start making a name for myself as Thane of Whiterun. Any ideas?" Lydia nodded her understanding "you should talk to the innkeeper Hulda, she's most likely to know what's going on and who may need help". Eira took another sip from her bottle before standing up "I'll be right back then".
"Good day, lady Eira", Hulda greeted her as she approached the bar. "Good day, I was hoping you could point me in the right direction for some work". Hulda turned to a cupboard and took out a folded note. Handing it to her she said "here, take a look at this. The Jarl's men came by the other day and left this. You look capable enough to handle it". Eira unfolded the note and read it before refolding it. 'A bounty, no problem', she thought, making her way back to their table.
"Did Hulda have any leads?" Lydia asked. "The Jarl's men left a bounty for the bandits in Halted Stream Camp, do you know it?" Lydia nodded, "it's an old iron mine North of here, not too far". Lifting her bottle to her lips, Eira took another sip, relishing in the cold minty taste. Her father had loved Nord Mead and had it imported to Cyrodiil, Eira had quickly come to love the taste and was glad that she could now freely order it again. "We'll head there in the morning", she decided.
The rest of the evening they spent drinking, eating and chatting. Mostly it was Lydia telling her about Whiterun's history and the various customers in the Bannered Mare. One of them, a broad shouldered blond Nord wearing Imperial armour kept glancing her way. "Who's the Imperial?" she asked Lydia softly. "That's Idolaf Battle-Born, he's married to Alfhild, they have a son and own one of the farms just outside of the city. Looks like he's interested in you though". She added mischievously. Eira shook her head "well he can dream on, I'm no home-wrecker, besides he's Imperial". "You're not?" her housecarl asked a little surprised. "I might have been had they not attempted my execution at Helgen without even questioning me". Lydia gaped at her shocked "you were going to be executed?" "Yup, had my head on the block when the dragon swooped in and saved my life". Lydia's eyes were so wide, Eira couldn't help but laugh.
"What happened?" Eira shrugged "I got tired of living in Cyrodiil, so I decided to return home. The Imperials ambushed Ulfric Stormcloak and his men and were taking him to his execution in Helgen when I walked in on them at the Pale Pass. Before I knew it I was knocked out, no questions asked, and woke up on a cart headed for Helgen".
"Wow, I can understand your dislike for them" Lydia murmured. "What about you? You picked a side?" Eira wondered. "No, I was in the Jarl's service, I would have abided by his decision. Now I'm your housecarl and I'll abide by your decision". Eira shook her head "you have a mind of your own Lydia, you should be free to make your own decision". Lydia took a swig of her mead "I never really thought of it, both sides have their reasons and faults. I've always believed in Talos though, so I guess I'd lean more to the Stormcloaks then the Imperials". Eira smiled "good to know". Finally Eira decided to head back to Jorrvaskr. Lydia had a room in Dragonsreach, but agreed to meet her outside the Bannered Mare at sunrise.

"So... Thane of Whiterun hmm?" Came the deep brogue of Vilkas as she entered the Mead Hall. "You've heard already?" she asked turning to him. "Word gets around fast. What did you do to earn the title?" Eira sighed relieved, 'so he hadn't heard that part, for a moment I feared he had. I don't want anyone to know yet'. "I helped the Jarl's court wizard with some important research and other... matters of importance". Vilkas just looked at her for a moment and Eira feared he would ask more questions, 'questions I cannot answer without telling him I played a part in killing the dragon outside Whiterun. And if he knew that he's smart enough to put two and two together'. "I guess congratulations are in order then", he finally said. Eira smiled, "thanks".
"Do not let your new title interfere with your duties to the Companions". This time it was Skjor's deep voice and Eira turned to the source. He had been standing on the other side of the door. 'Have they been waiting for me? Standing beside the door like the guards in Dragonsreach?' "It shouldn't. According to my housecarl I may be called upon by the Jarl for advice, but other than that my time is my own. Anything I do for Whiterun can be done on my days off". Skjor nodded, "you have a good head on your shoulders it seems. Use it well and you could make it very far". Eira frowned, confused as he walked away.
"He's right you know", she turned back to Vilkas now. "What did he mean I could make it very far?" Vilkas shrugged, "exactly what he said. You're a competent fighter, with both a sword and the bow. I can tell you're smart too. I've even heard Eorlund tell Kodlak that you're a decent blacksmith". Eira smiled at that, "I like to know the weapons I wield, what better start to truly knowing them, then crafting them yourself?" Vilkas actually smiled at that, "I like the way you think".
"I should be heading for bed, Lydia and I will be taking care of a bounty for the Jarl in the morning". "Lydia?" Vilkas asked. "The Jarl assigned her to be my housecarl". Vilkas nodded, "be careful" Eira smiled mischievously, "are you worried about me Vilkas?". He scoffed, "you're the newest recruit, can't let you get hurt on your day off". Eira shrugged, "no, I guess we can't" and sashayed away with a soft, "goodnight Vilkas". She didn't miss his softly murmured, "goodnight little one" and smiled inwardly.

Eira and Lydia made their way to the old mine on foot, just as Lydia said it wasn't very far. The mine was situated in a small rocky hill and surrounded by a palisade wall. The four bandits on lookout were easily taken care of and they made their way into the makeshift fort. In the centre of the fort a small shack was build, currently housing the skeleton of a mammoth, "looks like they added a poaching business to the mine as well", Lydia commented. After making sure the area was clear, they made their way inside. They found a bandit mining and Eira took him out with one of her arrows. "The gate is locked", Lydia said, "does he have a key?" Eira shrugged and searched the man "yup, got it", she tossed the key to Lydia and bagged the bandit's valuables, before following after her housecarl.
Sneaking down the path they found themselves on a ramp, overlooking the main chamber. There were three more bandits, one of them the chief, if his heavy armour was any indication. Noticing the slick, iridescent liquid on the ground and the flame lantern hanging from the ceiling, Eira took her bow from her back and nocked an arrow. She aimed, took a deep, steadying breath and exhaled on release. The lantern fell and exploded on the ground. One of the bandits was killed in the resulting fire, the other two rushed at them. Unsheathing her sword and dagger, Eira joined Lydia in the fight.
Once the bandits were taken care of and the fire died down, they looked around the main chamber. "Can you gather all this loot while I mine some of the ore? It should get us quite a bit of coin" Eira said, picking up a pickaxe. "Of course my Thane" Lydia answered as she set to work, stowing all kinds of valuables into their backpacks and bundling larger loot with leather strips. When they finished they explored a small tunnel, Eira had found while mining. It led outside, to a large spiked pit. They found two unfortunate souls, an Altmer and a Nord, a dead deer and surprisingly a wounded horse that had narrowly missed the spikes.
Eira carefully approached the keening horse. "Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you". The horse calmed somewhat, allowing Eira closer. She carefully touched the horse's shoulder and ran her hand down it's torso to let it know of her presence while she checked the beautiful blue roan for injuries. The only injuries she found were two broken legs. "Lydia, do we have any healing potions?" The housecarl rummaged around her backpack and handed her two potions. Eira carefully kneeled by the horse's head and uncorked the first bottle.
The horse resisted at first, but Eira quickly soothed it back to a calm state and poured the two potions on the horse's tongue. It wasn't enough to fully heal the horse, but it was enough that the animal, a mare, Eira discovered could stand and walk tentatively. "She's not wearing any tack, you think she's one of Skyrim's elusive wild horses?" Lydia looked the horse over before answering "I think so, she's not fitted with horseshoes and there's no branding marking her either".
Eira quickly created a makeshift halter and lead from some rope they'd picked up inside the cave and led the horse inside and through the cave, back up to the makeshift fort. The horse remained calm as they led it to Whiterun's stables. Skulvar, the owner of Whiterun Stables, approached them when they neared the stables. "You've captured a wild horse?" he asked bewildered. "Actually we found her in a pit, thankfully she missed the spikes, but two of her legs were broken. I've fed her two healing potions, but she's not fully healed yet". Skulvar carefully looked the horse over. "She's a very fine horse m'Lady, good strong build, lean muscle. I'm sure we can get her fixed up in no time". Eira nodded and paid the man to house and care for the horse. He'd wanted to arrange for a fitting, but Eira decided to wait and see if the horse wanted to stay with her or return to the wilds.
Upon entering the city, they visited Adrianna, the blacksmith and Belethor the pawnbroker to sell their loot. Eira offered half of it to Lydia but she refused, insisting that it was her job to accompany and protect her Thane and the Jarl saw to it that she got paid sufficiently. Finally Eira relented and dismissed Lydia, before heading back to the Bannered Mare. She took a seat at the bar, ordering a Nord Mead and asking Hulda if she knew of any more work or gossip.
She mentioned the sad state of the Gildergreen and how everyone wished Danica, a priestess of Kynareth would do something about it. Eira decided to talk to the priestess in the morning and continued to socialise with the local patrons, the twins, Torvar and Njada, who had finally warmed up to her, where amongst them.
"You survived the bandits. Good", Vilkas said as he approached her. Eira shook her head, "you doubted me?". Vilkas just shrugged, "you may be a Companion now, but you're still a new blood". Farkas clapped his brother on the back, "don't worry about her brother, she can handle herself". Eira smiled at the easy going twin, "thank you Farkas". She continued to drink and talk with the twins. Torvar was just drinking and rabbling and Njada, to her surprise was busily conversing and flirting with Sinmir. Eira smiled at that discovery, 'so Njada and Sinmir huh. Good for them, I hope they work out'.

[A/N] In my pc version of the game I have a mod that gives you 3 free horses waiting for you in Riverwood. From the moment I picked one I wondered how my Dragonborn might have acquired her horse if not bought and this seemed like a plausible story. So Eira has started gathering her titles ;) Dragonborn and Thane of Whiterun, I wonder what else awaits her! Let me know what you think, is the formatting of the story alright? Reviews are fuel!
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