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hildurgronfjell:

16th of Evening Star, 4E 201

“You have it, the Kel, the Elder Scroll. Tiid kreh…qalos. Time shudders at it’s touch. There is no question, you are doom-driven. Kogaan Akatosh. The very bones of the earth are at your disposal. Go then. Fulfill your destiny. Take the Elder Scroll to the Time-Wound. Do not delay. Alduin will be coming. He can not miss the signs.”

I looked at Farkas and he nodded at me with encouragement. I nodded back, and stood in front of the Time-Wound, with my husband behind me. I took a deep breath and opened the Elder Scroll in front of the Time-Wound, and watched three Nord heroes, Hakon, Felldir and Gormlaith in a battle against Alduin. Gormlaith mentioned “THEY did not have Dragonrend” and my ears perked up. Dragonrend, I repeated in my head and I watched even closer. “JOOR…ZAH FRUL!” they shouted in unison. I repeated it in my head. Dragonrend. The reenactment of the battle ended, and there he was above me - Alduin the World-Eater.

“Bahloki nahkip sillesejoor. My belly is full of your fellow mortals, Dovahkiin”

necracrosome:

Hildur, spoilin’ for a fight. by ~Necracrosome

hildurgronfjell:

12th of Evening Star, 4E 201

The Dwemer ruins of Skyrim are full of perils and wonders; I have never seen any place, above ground or underground, as beautiful yet as horrifying as Blackreach. It was tedious enough trying to get through Alftand as it was, but when I opened the massive double doors to Blackreach, I sighed with awe at it’s immense beauty, but it was not the time or the place for tourism.
I pressed the buttons in the correct order and watched parts of the giant sphere rotate and then out of the centre appears an emerald sort of pod and it opened to reveal my prize - the Kel, the Elder Scroll. I walked on top of the sphere towards the centre, my breath and hands trembling. I picked it up by the ends and examined it in my hands. I was holding a piece of history and the answers to defeating Alduin the World-Eater.

After leaving the tower and returning to Winterhold, I went straight to the Inn, guessing that my husband would be there waiting for me. I saw him sitting in the corner with a tankard of mead and a plate of warm, home-cooked food. He heard me walk in and walked over to me, eyes smiling.

“Looks like you came back in one piece, my dear”. He looked me up and down, and kissed me. I hugged him tightly.
“Did you get what you went in for?”

“Yes. I know what needs to be done now.”

“That’s great, love. Here, I’ll get you some mead and some food.”

He showed me to where he was sitting, and smiled at me as he went to the bar to get me a plate of delicious home-cooked food and a large tankard of mead. I put the recent and the future events behind me, and savoured the moment…

necracrosome:

Hjerim by ~Necracrosome

hildurgronfjell:

11th of Evening Star, 4E 201

A crazy old man named Septimus Signus who lives in an outpost north of Winterhold under the ice told me that the Elder Scroll, the kel, was deep within Blackreach. To get there, I would have to go through the ruins of Alftand, and indeed, it would be a perilous journey for no one knows what lies in there. Farkas begged to come with me and have my back the whole way, but I told him I didn’t want to have to carry him on the back of Ally, my horse. Instead, he escorted me to Winterhold.

“You better come back in one piece.”
“Haha don’t worry, love, I intend on coming back alive. Gods be praised.”

He held my hands close to him and leaned in towards me and kissed me. “I’ll be waiting for you here, my love.”

I slowly walked down the path under the archway at the College bridge entrance and looked back to see my husbands’ dark eyes still set on me as I walked in the snow.

hildurgronfjell:

“By long tradition, the elder speaks first. Hear my Thu’um! Feel it in your bones. Match it, if you are Dovahkiin”

hildurgronfjell:

Memory

This was definitely a memorable day indeed. Aela said that she needed help in finding the Totems of Hircine and that she would be honoured if I came with her in finding said totems. I gladly agreed to go, and I’m happy I did. I didn’t think Aela was one for research and reading; I thought Vilkas was more into it.

I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Aela and adventuring around Skyrim and going on a hunt. No day is the same in Skyrim - there is always another dragon attack, more draugr to kill and for me, another Thu’um to learn.

hildurgronfjell:

Memory.

I felt bad for killing Grelod the Kind, or well, Grelod the Mean and Nasty. The guilt weighed itself down in my stomach. I couldn’t eat, even if it was a nice meal from my husband. Okay, so the fact that an old hag gets butchered in her own orphanage is going to spread like wildfire around Skyrim soon enough. But I guess those poor children will be a lot happier now that she’s out of the way. I couldn’t bear to see how badly she treated them. Unfortunately, this was something I couldn’t talk myself out of. I prefer to scare my victims into submission and know that they’re not going to cause trouble again, rather than just deal with them at the point of a knife. From this, I’m going to avoid all contact with the Dark Brotherhood at all costs. That Aretino kid… by the Gods, he creeps me out.

I found that there was a horse for sale in Whiterun and I went an asked about it. It was a beautiful dark brown mare. The man said she was about 6 years old. Her deep, black eyes smiled at me as I stood in front of her.

“7000 gold? I’ll take her” and handed over the gold in a heartbeat. I brushed my hands through her mane. She’s such a beautiful horse. Animals just seem to understand the pain you feel instantly and know what is wrong. They don’t question you or bite back or treat you wrong.
I put one of my feet in a stirrup and lifted myself into the saddle. A good ride around the hold would surely clear my head.

hildurgronfjell:

Sundas, 8th of Suns’ Dusk, 4E 201

I had to run a little errand for Ysolda; no big thing, just to fetch a mammoth tusk and I knew they had one in Riverwood. On the way back, I got some eggs, leek, potatoes and cabbages from a nearby farm. Good thing people in Skyrim are friendly enough to let your harvest from their farms.
Farkas was cooking something over the fire and whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Vilkas came to visit his brother, and drank some mead while his brother stirred whatever was in that cooking pot.

“Ahh, you’re back from your travels, Hildur. Find anything interesting?”

“Well…there’s a dragon up on the Throat of the World who talks, and he’s the master of the Greybeards, and Aela and I found one of the Totems of Hircine…”

Vilkas nodded with a small pout and his eyebrows raised. “What about you, Vilkas?”

“Nothing at all. I haven’t left Jorrvaskr since we went to Ysgramor’s Tomb.”

“I win.” He sipped his mead and chuckled slightly.

I walked around behind Farkas and circled by arms around him, cuddling him from behind as he stirred.

“Are you going to stay for dinner, Vilkas?”

“Oh, I might. It’ll get me away from Ria!” He laughed. “What are you having?”

I chuckled then whispered to Farkas, “What are we having, dear?”

“Venison stew. Taste this, dear. Tell me if it’s alright.”

Farkas scooped up some of the stew with a spoon and handed it to me carefully. I blew on it to cool it down and tasted it. “That is lovely, darling” I said and kissed him.

“Well, I’ll have to stay for dinner then, won’t I?” said Vilkas.

“Wonderful! I think Aela should come down for dinner too. Get her away from the new bloods for a change…?”

“Sounds like a good idea to me”, said Farkas with a small smile.

hildurgronfjell:

Fredas, 23rd of Frostfall, 4E 201

I understood why the Greybeards and the Blades oppose each other like the Stormcloaks and the Imperials. The Blades claim they live to serve the Dragonborn but never really have and they aim to diverge me from the path of wisdom. Farkas came with me up to High Hrothgar to speak to the Greybeards, and then later he accompanied me up the mountain to see Paarthurnax, the leader of the Greybeards, whom to my surprise was not human, but a dragon!

Farkas let out a sigh of wonder as soon as we got to the Throat of the World. “Isn’t this lovely?!”. It was a wondrous sight - the lights in the sky glowing blue and green against the clear and dark sky of night. Not a single breeze in the air to be felt. It made me feel content, being on top of a mountain with the lights in the sky glowing and dancing, and my husband next to me. Peaceful. My head felt a lot clearer, which was good considering it would be filled with all sorts of words later.

Paarthurnax flew over us as we reached the top, and Farkas pulled out his sword slightly. “Darling…”, I looked at him and put my hand over his hand, holding the hilt of the sword and he sheathed it. 

First, there were formalities that had to be adhered to when two of the Dov, the Dragon kind, meet.

“By long tradition, the elder speaks first. Hear my Thu’um! Feel it in your bones. Match it, if you are Dovahkiin!”

I learned one word in the fire breath shout, and readied myself to demonstrate my new Thu’um on Paarthurnax and felt my whole self become the Shout.

“The Thu’um runs strong within you”

I had a lot of questions, but didn’t know where to start. The more Paarthurnax spoke, the more questions I had and the more Paarthurnax continued to philosophize. Yet, my understanding heightened. It took a while for Paarthurnax to explain everything and it would take a while for me to process everything. Somehow, I felt that talking to Paarthurnax, a Dovah, helped me understand everything more than talking to the Greybeards or the Blades.