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[Sisimka]

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5701751/16


Joy
 
It was an unusually warm day for so early in the spring and Aedan was trying to maintain a clear mind.   He was lying on the backside of the small slope behind the practice grounds. His eyes were closed and the faint warmth of the sun felt good on his face. He could smell fresh grass around him and hear something buzzing lightly by his ear, a bee probably, looking for early blooming flowers.

He was hiding from Taren. As he’d seen more battle with the magical darkspawn emissaries than most living Grey Wardens, Taren had been after him all morning to describe their talents and spells. Aedan was tired of looking in books of magic and agreeing that it might have been this spell, or deciding it definitely wasn’t that spell. But Taren was a thinker and he was studying defensive spells he might use in battle besides his healing abilities. His ideas did have merit…but it was so pleasant outside today!

Something tickled his ear and he ignored it at first, too lazy to raise a hand and flick the errant insect away. The tickle came again and he grunted, lifting a hand and finding nothing. At the third tickle he squinted his eyes open and turned his head. He saw grass…and a shadow disappearing upslope. He turned the other direction and his hand shot out, grazing a soft leather boot. Before he could mount a proper defense Leliana suddenly dropped over him, sitting astride his middle. He lifted his hands to grasp her about the waist.

 “You stealthy rogue,” he mock growled sliding his hands up her back as he pulled her down toward himself for a kiss.

After a moment, she leaned back, settling herself over his hips and regarded his face. She said, “It’s good to see you smiling.”

“Of course I am,” he replied, “I am with you.”

“We’ve been looking for you. Alistair wants to talk to you. When I couldn’t find you I started to worry…”

He felt the stab of pain, the Joining had only been yesterday after all. The wardens had all turned out to pay their respects to the dead last night and then the rest of the estate had joined them for a dinner that had moved from somber to a sort of tentative celebration as the ale once again flowed. Leliana had been his source of strength and comfort all evening. He looked up at her now and said, “I’m hiding from Taren, actually.”

She chuckled and he idly began to work his fingers beneath the vest of her drakeskin armour, grateful she wasn’t wearing a dress. They needed to invent dresses that fastened at the front, he thought. Her weight shifted over his hips and he had another thought, Taren needed to find a spell to make clothing disappear in an instant, his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. She leaned forward to resume their kiss and he succeeded in locating skin beneath leather, moving his hands upwards.

There was a resounding boom from the practice field behind them and the sound of voices rising in argument. The voices dropped quickly, but the disturbance had been enough to break the mood.

Aedan groaned, a mixture of frustrations, and extracted his hands from Leliana’s armour. She was giggling now and slyly shifted her hips over his again, just so, as she sat up. Aedan lifted her off of himself, saying, “Be gone, foul temptress!”

She laughed and stood, straightening her leathers as she did so. He rolled over and sat up, waiting a moment to compose himself before standing beside her. She began to lean toward him, her eyes sparkling merrily and he put both palms flat against her shoulders, stopping her with a laugh. “You are truly evil, you know?”

She regarded him with a mock frown, “You wound me, my Warden!” Then her expression cleared and she stood before him, chewing on her lip a moment before saying, “Aedan, there is something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Oh?” He asked mildly, “What’s on your mind?”

“Commander?”

Eric, one of the new wardens was standing atop the slope, a grin on his face. He was an older man, one of the veterans of the Siege of Denerim, and Aedan wondered exactly how long he’d been watching them.

“The King, er, Alistair…requests your presence.” Aedan didn’t know whether to feel sorrier for Alistair or the wardens when it came to differentiating between the man’s various roles.

“I’ll be there…momentarily,” he replied. Eric nodded and disappeared back over the rise.

He turned back to Leliana, “Now, you wanted to ask me something?”

She shook her head gently and said, “We will talk later, it seems Alistair grows impatient.”

He smiled and leaned in to drop a kiss to her forehead before turning her by the shoulders and gently pushing her up the slope ahead of him. “Off you go then, I’ll catch up with you later.”

Leliana sauntered away and he dragged his eyes from her retreating hips, took a deep breath, and set off to find Alistair.

As he crossed the practice grounds he noticed Zevran and Kayley sparring. They often practiced together as they had very similar styles. Zevran had even convinced her to give up her favoured axe and try a sword in her main hand. She was so slight and the sword greatly extended her reach. It was a good call, and one of the reasons Aedan valued the assassin’s help here at Amaranthine. Beyond his skills in stealth and detection, the Zevran was a fine swordsman with a speed and dexterity that was dizzying to behold.

Eric was working with Rolf, another of the new wardens. They were comrades-in-arms before the Joining and Aedan sensed an easy companionship between the two men. Rolf favoured a sword and shield while Eric wielded a huge two handed blade. They were a ready team that would be an asset in battle.

He looked for Lyek, the Dalish ranger. The elf, while more than adequate with his blades, was deadly with his bow. He could also summon an animal companion to his side, a skill that had proven handy in the Western Hills according to Oghren. The poor ranger was caught inside a glyph, most likely paralysis by his frozen attitude, and Aedan looked quickly about for Taren. The mage spotted him in the same moment and called out, “I have another tome for you to look at, Commander!”

Aedan raised a hand in acknowledgement and quickened his step, “Perhaps after I meet with the King.” Yes, Alistair could be king right now, couldn’t he?

As if sensing his thoughts, Alistair stepped from a doorway and met him as he entered the courtyard.

“Commander,” he said by way of greeting and Aedan rejoined with “Your Majesty.”

They shared a quick laugh and then Alistair said, “Leliana found you then?”

Aedan raised his brows, “Yes and Eric.”

Alistair frowned, “She didn’t deliver my message? She snapped at me, you know, said she wasn’t the king’s personal runner.” Alistair looked a little concerned before continuing, “We’ve all been looking for you for over an hour, we were concerned.”

Aedan deflected Alistair’s concern with a wave of the hand and said, “I’m fine.”

Alistair nodded and moved on. “I wanted to talk to you about…Haven.”

Aedan’s eyes widened and he responded, lowering his voice, “Do you think…”

He stopped as Philippe and Jean entered the courtyard from the main hall. He returned the older warden’s nod and waited for him to approach.

“Ah, Alistair, Commander…just the people I seek. Would this be a good time for our discussion of Damien?”

Aedan glanced at Alistair and saw he was not surprised by this request. He turned back to Philippe and said, “Of course, shall we go to my study?”

The four men stepped inside and followed Aedan to the small room behind the main hall designated as his private office.

The study had belonged to Rendon Howe and Aedan had balked at using the room himself, but it was conveniently placed with windows overlooking the practice field. The room was large enough to contain a grouping of four leather chairs in front of the windows as well as a desk and ample shelving. It was somewhat sparsely decorated as he’d had it cleaned out upon his arrival and hadn’t stopped to put personal touches in place afterwards. He gestured the four chairs and the wardens seated themselves and all looked to Philippe, waiting for him to begin.

“As you know, Damien has many curiosities regarding the Ferelden Wardens. The principle of which is how you survived against the arch demon.” He put his hand up here, forestalling any comments Aedan or Alistair might have been about to make.

The Orlesian glanced from Aedan to Alistair and said, “This divine luck you would have us believe,” he shrugged, “…well, it is not sufficient. Perhaps after what I have to say, you will trust me with more.”

Philippe stopped here and his expression seemed to say ‘or perhaps you won’t’. But he continued regardless, “I have been with you here for six weeks now, observing, and what I have to say is not easy. But I believe it is time to talk of what I know,” he paused here before adding, “and what I can only guess at.”

“Damien is has risen too quickly in the ranks of the wardens. He only joined seven years ago and already he is commander in Val Royeaux. There is some doubt in my mind regarding the warden he succeeded. Paul left for his Calling, but to my knowledge, he had only been with the Grey Wardens for twenty-two years.”

Philippe paused and looked around at the assembled men, offering a light shrug, “This is not an exact science. The taint affects us all differently.”

Alistair asked, “You mean to say…you think Damien became Commander under suspicious circumstances?”

Philippe was silent a moment, his eyes thoughtful. It was obvious he was weighing his options here. He replied, “Yes.”

Jean gasped. Philippe looked over at the younger Orlesian and said sadly, “I am sorry Jean, I know you younger wardens idolize the former chevalier who leads us, but I do not think he has the best interest of the Grey Wardens at heart. He sees them as his own private army, one that is not answerable to the Empress or any sovereign.”

Philippe sighed and continued, “I might have been commander next. It was not a role I wanted, but I did put myself forward. When duty calls...” He looked directly at Aedan here and the two men shared an understanding. “However, his more persuasive personality won the vote.”

“I think his purpose in asking me to come to Ferelden was twofold. One, I am out of his way. Two, he sees your order as imminently vulnerable and perhaps seeks an opportunity to extend his influence over these newer wardens.” Here Philippe gestured Aedan and Alistair, “Two young men, wardens for barely a year with little or no guidance. He sees an opening.”

Aedan and Alistair exchanged a thoughtful nod. This particular scenario was one they had discussed between themselves. But presented with more knowledge of Damien’s machinations it was all the more obvious, and disturbing.

Philippe leaned back in his chair, looking fatigued by his words. Jean looked stunned…and confused. He had likely looked up to both Philippe and Damien and now the order of his preconceptions was crumbling about him.

Alistair recovered first and leaned forward to ask, “Philippe, why have you chosen to share this with us?”

“It has been many centuries since the last Blight and the Grey Wardens are not all what they used to be. Yes, many preserve the old ways and live by our motto. Most, I believe, are honorable men and women who would do, as we say, whatever is necessary to protect the innocent. But there is much corruption and rebellion, the order has been idle for so long.”

Philippe turned to look at Aedan then, and Aedan recalled the conversation he’d had with the Orlesian warden after the battle in the Western Hills.

“You both exhibit such dedication and honor, it is humbling. Perhaps you came by this as a result of the Blight. However I see in you something that has been missing for too long. I believe that Ferelden holds the key to the future of the Grey Wardens and that Damien wants to possess this key.”

Aedan stood up here and paced to the window, looking out over the practice ground. He turned and faced Philippe, “There is something here I do not understand. Does this mean Empress Celene intended to use the Orlesian Wardens to occupy Ferelden at a time of great weakness? If so, surely she would not have waited upon an invitation from Cailan?”

Philippe looked surprised, “Empress Celene use Grey Wardens? I have heard of no such plan, as I understood it, she and your King Cailan were well into negotiating a peace between our countries.”

 Alistair put in, “But Damien was a favoured Chevalier, is it not possible she encouraged him to become a Grey Warden?”

Philippe looked disturbed, “Favoured? From where did you hear this?”

Alistair glanced at Aedan and then answered, “Leliana.”

Philippe nodded slowly, “Ah, the bard, yes, Damien was extremely interested to learn she was one of your companions.” He stopped and looked up at Aedan, “You do know of her previous associations?”

Aedan answered quickly, “Yes.”

Philippe accepted this and continued, “She has not been in Orlais for quite some time. Damien is no longer in favour with the Empress Celene. After trying unsuccessfully for many years to win her hand through fair means and foul he was finally sent from court and it was rumoured that she intended to strip his chevalier status…and then he became a Grey Warden.”

Alistair said quietly, “He seeks power then.”

Philippe responded, “Yes.”

Aedan sank back into his chair with a sigh, “And here we thought darkspawn were the enemy.” He looked over at Alistair, “Thoughts, Your Majesty?”

Alistair rubbed his chin thoughtfully and then looked at Philippe. “Leliana serves as one of my advisors, and though she was not been in Orlais for some time, she still has much knowledge of the politics and workings of the nobles. Would you object to hearing her perspective on this news?”

Philippe raised his brows, but said nothing a moment as he considered. Finally he nodded and said, “If you think she could provide a viewpoint we have not considered, by all means.”

The wardens had talked away most of the afternoon and the light outside the windows was fading. Aedan stood and proposed they talk further in the morning. From the weary expressions of the other men, this was a welcome suggestion.

Aedan decided to stop by his room and change out of the lightweight mail he wore for training. When he entered he saw Leliana sprawled across the bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly with the rhythm of deep sleep. She looked a little flushed and he wondered if she was well, it was not like her to nap in the middle of the afternoon. He sat by the bed a while and just watched her sleep. When it became apparent she would not wake soon, he recovered some clothes as quietly as possible and left the room.

After dinner that evening Leliana excused herself early, complaining of an upset stomach. Aedan became truly concerned. They had not had the chance to talk all evening and he belated remembered she’d had something to ask him that afternoon. He offered to accompany her to his room. She smiled wearily and said she needed rest…something that was not likely to happen if he came along. She kissed him sweetly goodnight and disappeared, leaving him frowning with worry. 

He turned back to the dining room. Zevran was still in the company of Kayley and was he grateful to the elf for taking the new warden under his wing. Though many regarded the Antivan as a ruthless assassin with a lewd sense of humour, which he was, Aedan knew him as a steadfast friend, something Kayley could use right now.

Alistair was sitting with Philippe and Aedan stepped over to join the two men, sitting heavily beside the king with a sigh. Alistair raised a brow in his direction and quipped, “Still here? The halls will be blissfully quiet tonight.” 

Aedan allowed a rueful grin, then leaned forward and said, “Alistair, tell me, has Leliana been well? She napped again today and says her stomach troubles her. How was the journey here? Is there sickness in the city?”

Alistair regarded him with surprise, “No, I mean, there is no sickness, but she has seemed out of sorts lately, irritable even. It’s so unlike her. I had assumed she simply missed her Warden until she snapped at me today.” He paused here, his brows drawing together in thought before continuing, “But I have had the impression lately that she has heard something…or had some news she hasn’t shared with me.”

Aedan heard a soft chuckle behind him. He turned and Philippe was eyeing them both with amusement. He raised his brows at the older warden. Philippe raised a hand and said, “Forgive me; I remember again how young you both are.” Aedan shrugged as if to say, ‘and this is relevant how?’

“I think you will find she has news, Aedan, but not of a nature she’d likely share with Alistair before yourself.”

Aedan looked at Alistair and Alistair looked back at him. They found no answers in one another’s expressions and both looked back to Philippe who was looking extremely pleased with himself now.

“What?” Aedan asked, unable to fathom what this man could possibly know about Leliana’s business that he did not. He felt a tickle of fear down his spine.

“She is with child, Aedan. Trust me on this; I have seen this all before, four times in fact.”

Alistair immediately responded with, “You have four children?”

Philippe nodded, looking understandably proud.

Aedan’s mouth dropped open with shock and his racing thoughts came to a halt. A child, his child! He felt suddenly as if the Maker himself had smiled upon him and given him a second chance!  As Aedan rose from his chair, nearly tripping in his haste to leave the dining room, there was only one way to describe the expression on his face, one that had absent for entirely too long: Pure and simple Joy.

[Freckles04]

Oh! So awesome! Go Aedan....



I so want to make a comment about his super...but I won't.

[Sialater]

Should we congratulate him?

[Jaredor]

I'm curious as to whether or not this story will follow or coincide with the events of Awakening (when its released and we know what those events are) or will you write your own version?

[Sisimka]

I'm kinda trying to fit my story in between DA:O and Awakenings. I have only the most vague idea of what we'll be up against in the expansion (I have read the books) and I don't really want to try and second guess Bioware's writers. We're about four months into my timeline here and I plan to finish this out at about seven or eight months after the Siege of Denerim, which hopefully will mean this is my suggestion of what might have happened in those intervening months between the game and the expansion.

Who knows, after Awakenings comes out I might have to trash all this or just say it's an alternate universe and write a whole new one!

Modifié par Sisimka, 05 février 2010 - 05:33 .

[Sisimka]

Sialater wrote...

Should we congratulate him?

I'd like to say yes, I thought the poor boy needed a break (I'm extremely happy for him!).  But Ferelden is a dark, dark place and true happiness does seem to be fleeting.

[Sialater]

Exactly.

[bl00dsh0t]

Epic chapter, the antagonist is slowly being identified and Aedan is going to have 2 babies muhahaha This is going to get hilarious ^^ MOOOOAAARRRRRRRRR

[Kulkodar]

Aw. I hope there's some light in this story, besides Leli being pregnant. She has to have their baby and it live.

[Sisimka]

Thanks Bloodshot. Kulkodar: Don't lose faith. Aedan's road still contains many hardships...such is the life of a hero...but the light will come.

[Sisimka]

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5701751/17


Highever
 
Aedan dreamed:

He was running through a field, his tread uncertain as he splashed from marshy turf to ankle deep puddles. His footing was further complicated by the deceptive and lengthening shadows of the tall trees surrounding the field. The air was talking on a chill that the weak rays of sunlight occasionally angling through a break in the forest did little to dispel. A rotting wooden fence also circled the grassland, but weather and lack of maintenance had reduced it to little more than a reminder that livestock might once have been kept here. The fence would do little to stop the creatures on his heels.

He stopped and turned, raising his staff and calling forth lightening. Arcs of electricity shot across the field and danced about the wet ground at the feet of the three wolves and they stiffened in shock. One dropped to the ground but the others continued to stagger forward. Aiming the staff he sent an arcane bolt toward one advancing wolf. It stopped still and the awful smell of burnt fur rose on the breeze. The final wolf howled and he felt a shiver as the sound attempted to thwart his nerve. Raising the staff once again he summoned winter’s grasp, freezing the wolf mid-howl. Another well placed bolt shattered what was left of the creature.

He picked up the dead rabbit he’d been carrying and reattached it to his belt before moving toward the far tree line. 

Aedan knew where he was before he broke through the trees and entered the deserted village. He was in Haven and he was traveling with Morrigan again. As always, the awareness became mutual and he heard her voice.

“These repeated visits, Aedan, do you have nothing better with which to occupy your time?” She continued through the village and turned up the slope toward the chantry. Morrigan remained silent until she stepped inside the large building. She set the rabbit on the table near the door and removed her cloak. 

She took a moment to smooth her more modest garment over the rounding of her belly then and spoke to Aedan again. “As you can see, things progress well with us.” Aedan could felt the satisfaction and gratification Morrigan felt as she regarded her own body.

She picked up the rabbit and a sharp knife and stepped back outside to begin the bloody task of preparing it for her supper. Before she started though, she took a moment to appreciate the lingering colours the setting sun had painted across the horizon. Again, Aedan felt her peace and contentment. Then the familiar push came and he awoke.

His mouth was dry and his head ached lightly. He was disturbed to have dreamed of Morrigan again so soon. His dreams were increasing in frequency and his nerves were starting to suffer as a result. He turned his head to assess the hour. It was late afternoon and a similar display of late sunlight was streaked across the sky out his window. 

Aedan swung his legs over the side of the bed and scrubbed at his face. Afternoon naps were not usually his style, but Leliana had come to enjoy them and his own broken sleep of late often deemed them a necessity. 

He glanced about his old bedroom. He was in Highever and the setting felt strange and familiar at the same time. He and the rest of the Grey Wardens had arrived around lunchtime and planned to stay the week. The wedding was in just four days and he smiled as the thrill of anticipation returned, washing away the last of his dream.

Leliana, Alistair and Oghren were due to arrive tomorrow. Alistair had returned to Denerim as planned, but Leliana had stayed on at Amaranthine and the intervening weeks had been full of pleasure and laughter. Aedan’s delight in Leliana’s pregnancy was infectious and all the wardens had benefited from the feeling of levity following that first Joining. Leliana herself had returned to Denerim two weeks ago in order to find wedding clothes and Aedan had missed her sorely.

As he thought of the upcoming nuptials Aedan was awash with conflicting emotions. The idea of spending his life with Leliana filled him with elation and the joy he experienced when he thought of the child they shared had not diminished, but it was underlined with an uneasy guilt. There were the obvious concerns – he had given up his name and his nobility to become a Grey Warden. Leliana had been very practical about this, correctly pointing out that he was still the King’s Chancellor, though it mattered very little to her what title he held anyway.

Then there were the less obvious, but more sinister concerns – he was a Grey Warden. He worried constantly what effect the taint might have on his child. He worried about Leliana’s fate when he went to his Calling. He worried that he might not make it that far. Darkspawn sightings had been increasing and they’d had two more skirmishes with small bands in the last month. They’d also had another Joining and added three more Grey Wardens to the order, losing another two recruits.

Of course his recent dream brought to mind yet another concern – Morrigan. Aedan had dreamed of her twice this week alone. He and Alistair had discussed her supposed location but had been unable to come up with a plausible reason for venturing into the Frostbacks. The region was largely unpopulated and there had been no word of darkspawn activity in that direction. 

He thought of Morrigan’s child and a shiver ran down his spine. He had still not told Leliana about the ritual and as he thought on it, a weight of remorse settled over his shoulders.

There was a light knock at his door and at his answer, a servant peeped into the room and announced the Teryn had requested his company for before dinner refreshments. Aedan nodded his assent as he fought to keep a straight face – those would have been the steward’s words and not Fergus’s. Fergus would simply have told him to ‘get his arse down here for some ale’. Fergus was going to love Oghren. 

His heart lightening somewhat at the thought of his brother, Aedan grabbed his wrinkled shirt from the back of a chair and sat to lace up his boots.

As he entered the dining room Fergus looked up and laughed at him. “I hope you plan to dress more decently for your wedding, little brother,” he said. Aedan looked down at his shirt, which in the brighter light looked even worse, and noticed that his pants had suffered much the same fate from his nap. His boots were in good condition though.  He tended to take care of his boots.

Aedan scratched at his head, irritated by the length of his hair. Leliana had asked him to let it grow a little for their wedding. He said, “I’m sure Leliana will bring something suitable for me up from Denerim.”

Fergus’s face softened and he said quietly, “Of course she will. Mother would have adored her, Aedan, you know that right?”

Aedan nodded his head in agreement, “They definitely possess the same spirit, and a similar desire to dress me in frilly clothes.”

Fergus laughed heartily and clapped Aedan on the shoulder and Aedan was glad to see his brother happy. Though he had lost his parents to Howe’s treachery, Fergus had lost so much more – his wife and son. His eyes had yet to lose their soft shadow, but he’d shared Aedan’s joy in his own imminent fatherhood and wedding and had insisted they hold the celebration at Castle Cousland.

“I see the evening’s festivity has started without me.”  Zevran slipped silently in to the room and was greeted with much enthusiasm from Fergus. A second tentative shadow filled the doorway and Aedan gestured for Kayley to enter.

The elven girl crossed immediately to Zevran’s side and the assassin slipped a comfortable arm about her shoulders. The two had become nearly inseparable in the past month and it gladdened Aedan’s heart to see the happiness in both their faces.

Kayley was followed shortly after by Philippe, Jean and the rest of the wardens and soon the dining room was full of loud chatter, bursts of laughter and the clatter of silverware as dinner was finally served.

The next morning Aedan and Fergus finalized the wedding plans with the kitchen staff and Mother Adele before Aedan rounded up the wardens for some practice. He used the excuse of their travel and resultant lack of training, but they all knew as well as he that Aedan needed a way to occupy the hours until Leliana arrived.

As they were breaking for lunch there was some commotion from the front of the castle signaling the companions from Denerim had arrived. Aedan dropped the towel he was using to mop sweat from his brow and ran for the gates. The lightly fatigued wardens all exchanged indulgent grins and laughter as they watched their young commander sprint with renewed vigour toward the sound.

Aedan skidded to a halt upon reaching the main gates and scanned the arriving crowd. Why were there so many people? It appeared Oghren and Alistair had arrived with half the army of Ferelden upon their heels and the sun was glinting blindingly off helms, breastplates and shields. Where was Leliana? He spotted Alistair’s golden armour at the same time the king saw him and he stepped forward grasp his arm in greeting. Alistair took in his disheveled appearance and commented drily, “Come straight from mucking out some stalls I see…”

Aedan shrugged and laughed, looking over Alistair’s shoulder as he caught a flash of red hair. It was Oghren removing his helm and the dwarf stomped over and pummeled Aedan on the back enthusiastically. “Good to see ya, Warden,” he growled in his distinctive low timbre.

He was just about to ask Alistair where he was hiding Leliana when she stepped through the gates and Aedan shouldered his way through the assembled plate mail to sweep her up into his arms and pull her to his chest in a crushing hug. “You’re here!” he said simply.

Leliana laughed and replied, “So I am! Now put me down before you break me!”

Aedan put her down and held her at arms’ length as he drank in her appearance. She was breathtaking in a cobalt blue dress decorated with lacings and glossy black pearls. She looked neither weary nor travel worn and he suddenly became conscious of his own sweaty training attire. “I should get cleaned up before I destroy your beautiful dress,” he said and she nodded in amused agreement. He did chance leaning forward to kiss her however, and she indulged him.

Several castle staff had arrived upon the scene, closely followed by Fergus who was formally greeting his king. The army was escorted to the barracks, and servants began collecting luggage to place in the various guest rooms. Aedan took Leliana’s hand and said, “I’ll show you to your room, my love.”

The afternoon passed quickly as the friends became reacquainted. As predicted, Fergus and Oghren bonded over ale. Leliana spent a good hour at Zevran’s side exchanging gossip and stories. Aedan and Alistair had not seen each other in a month and caught up on generalities for a while. Then Alistair asked if they could talk somewhere more private and Aedan took him into Fergus’s study. Alistair produced a satchel and started pulling out documents. “Eamon wanted you to look over these with me,” he said by way of explanation.

Aedan looked at the papers laid out on the desk. They were copies of the treaties with Orlais Cailan had been working on. He glanced up at Alistair and said, “How much did you share with Eamon?”

“Not everything,” Alistair admitted, “But enough that he agreed we should pursue the completion of these treaties. I’ll be leaving directly from here to Orlais after your wedding.”

Aedan nodded thoughtfully, that explained the sizeable contingent of Ferelden’s army that had arrived with the king. The two friends spent a quiet hour or so poring over the treaties and discussing them in light of what they now knew concerning the former Chevalier, Damien Fournier.

Afterwards Alistair asked Aedan if he’d had any more dreams concerning Morrigan and Haven. Aedan looked up from the desk in surprise and admitted he’d had a dream just the day before.

“Actually,” he said, “Morrigan has been much in my thoughts these past weeks.”

Alistair replied, “And here I thought you were about to wed Leliana.”

Aedan looked at him with a wounded expression and Alistair immediately looked contrite. Aedan said, “I will never know if I made the right decision that night. Now Leliana is to be my wife and she carries my child, and it will not be my first…” he held out his hands, unable to properly articulate his thoughts.

They were interrupted by a light tap on the door. Dinner was being served.

Most of the guests retired early that evening. Three days of travel combined with an afternoon of ale had combined to make even the hardiest soul weary and the after dinner conversation, while genial, had become subdued. As the companions wished each other a good night, Aedan again took Leliana’s hand and walked by side, asking solicitously after her well being.

She smiled up at him and responded, “I’m fine Aedan, in fact I wouldn’t mind a walk before we go in, it’s a beautiful evening.”

Aedan nodded his assent and took her by the arm, leading her through the castle and out to the gardens. They strolled wordlessly for a time, simply enjoying one another’s company and the quiet of the evening. Upon approaching a stone bench set into a hedge, Aedan offered Leliana a seat and she accepted, pulling him down by her side.

Leliana turned toward him and reached up to run a hand through his hair. She smiled and said, “I do love your hair when you let it grow.” He growled good-naturedly and captured her hand, bringing it to his lips before setting it down again, lacing his fingers with hers.

She studied him a moment longer, before asking him, “Aedan, you are so quiet this evening. Is there something on your mind?”

Aedan grinned at her and said, “You.” 

She laughed and replied, “Now that is more like the warden I know and adore.” She continued to study him a moment and then said, “Is it the wedding…” her delicate brow wrinkled as she continued, “Are you having second thoughts?”

He leaned forward and kissed her brow and slipped his arms about her, pulling her closer. He whispered into her hair, “No, I cannot imagine anything I could want more.” But as he held her, his thoughts turned to the dream he’d had yesterday, the reminder that Leliana’s child would not be his first and he swallowed drily as he realized he did not want to marry this woman with such an awful secret between them. Though he’d been able to push it aside, the burden was becoming heavier. He had always known it would never go away.

He lifted his head away from hers and cleared his throat and she looked up at him expectantly, her face luminous in the soft lamplight. His resolve crumbled and he whispered, “Let’s go to bed.”

Modifié par Sisimka, 06 février 2010 - 04:21 .

[Sisimka]

An apology to Freckles: My resolve crumbled. In the next chapter I may just have to take the decision out of his hands.

[Freckles04]

Gah! Aedan! TELL HER ALREADY!



It's nice seeing him so happy though, so it's not really a surprise that he's reluctant to disturb that.

[bl00dsh0t]

Your evil my dear, truly evil Moar!!!!

[Kulkodar]

Heh, he HAS to tell her before the wedding. Keep on writing, please

[Sisimka]

http://www.fanfictio...t/s/5701751/18/


Confession

 
Aedan dreamed:

His eyes were open and the room was dark and almost completely silent. He could not hear Leliana breathing next to him and he turned his head to check for her. She was not there. Panic rose in his chest. He reached for the edge of the bed and swung his legs over only to find the height of the bed had changed. He stumbled onto the floor and felt around for the lamp he was sure was on the table. The table wasn’t there. Neither was the window when he looked to it for any trace of moonlight. Aedan felt in the dark for the bed again and sank down at its edge, sitting a moment as he tried to figure out where he was. 

Then Morrigan spoke and her voice was angry. “Aedan, this is too much. I was sleeping. You must desist this infernal pestering!” 

He felt himself stand up again, thought it did not appear it was by his will this time. He was starting to feel disoriented and confused. Her voice continued, “You have your own child to worry about now, Aedan, leave mine alone.”

Her words stirred terror inside him as he tried to grasp how she could possibly know about his child with Leliana. He tried to yell at her to ask her how, but the familiar push started. He held on and a struggle ensued with Morrigan cursing out loud while he cursed inwardly. The struggle ceased and silence fell and then she was chanting. Her voice rose on the cadence of her words and with a push so strong it felt as though something had torn, he was flung away.

He heard a hoarse cry followed by a yell and his eyes flew open. The yell sounded again and he realized it came from his throat. He sat up. Something clutched at his arm and he flung it off, yelling again. He threw the covers back and leapt from the bed. He ran for the window and was relieved to find it exactly where it should be. It was illuminated by a soft predawn light.

“Aedan?”

He spun with a gasp, startled and confused for a moment because it wasn’t Morrigan’s voice. “It’s you!” he said.

Leliana moved toward the edge of the bed and swung her legs over, but remained sitting there, her hands clutched in her lap. She looked at him with a frightened expression and he returned her gaze with little comprehension for a few moments before he slowly stepped back toward the bed.

Aedan sat beside Leliana and she raised a hand to his shoulder. Involuntarily he flinched as her fingers lightly brushed his skin and when he turned to face her, the fear in her face had been replaced by extreme worry. He looked down at his lap and took a deep, shaky breath before turning back to her and moving his arms around her, holding her close. She was so warm and he could hear her breath and her heart beat and he relaxed, sighing into her hair.

Leliana moved her hands to his face and gently lifted his head from her shoulder so that their eyes could meet. She said quietly, “These dreams of yours Aedan, they are much worse than before. Please, my beloved warden, what is it that torments you so?”

Aedan felt caught by her gaze and attempted to pull away from her hands. She held him still a moment, and then relented, dropping her hands to her sides. It was time, Aedan knew that. It was time to let go. He was so tired of the guilt and the worry. He was just so tired. 

He whispered, “Morrigan,” and felt something inside him tear, much as it had felt in that last push before he woke up.

Leliana gasped and he leaned away from her to cover his face with his hands, saying, “Leli, I have done the most terrible thing and I will never be able to make it right. I keep telling myself I did it to save him but I fear the cost may be too great, one I cannot bear.”

He looked up and she was staring at him, a stunned expression upon her face. She whispered, “Aedan, what have you done? Who is he and what has this to do with Morrigan?”

Aedan stared at her blankly for a moment as he also wondered ‘who is he?’ Then his mind focused and he said as if it should have been obvious, “He is Alistair, the King.”

Leliana sighed softly her head dropping towards her lap and when she lifted her face again she had become so pale. She said patiently, but with a slight quaver in her voice, “Aedan, I do not understand. Please tell me what happened to disturb you so. These dreams of yours terrify me.”

Aedan took her hands and held them tightly in his own and said quietly, “I am so afraid of losing you. You and our child mean everything to me, Leliana, everything.”

She nodded and waited for him to continue. Aedan took a breath, held it and let it out slowly. He looked away from her face. He could not bear to see the look in her eyes when he started to speak.

“The night before we left Redcliffe for Denerim Morrigan came to me with a plan.” He stopped here, knowing he was about to break the confidence of his brothers. He saw his choice as divulging Grey Warden secrets or losing everything he held dear. He closed his eyes and asked the Maker for guidance, sensing in his heart there would be none. This was his decision and he’d already set one foot in what he hoped, and fervently prayed, was the right direction. Contemplating their joined hands he continued. “Leli, I should have died on top of Fort Drakon that night…and I would have willingly done so for Alistair, for my Brother and King, and for Ferelden.”

Leliana’s expression was one of bewilderment. She whispered softly, “But you did not…”

Pulling his hands from hers and returning his gaze to his lap he reordered his thoughts before starting again. “A Grey Warden is needed to end the Blight because only a Grey Warden, one who has the taint in their blood, can defeat an arch demon without releasing the soul of an old god into the world. We take it into ourselves and it…it kills us.”

Leliana gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. He could see she was now understanding many things and confirming his thoughts she said, “All those questions from the Orlesians. Aedan, how did you do it…” her voice dropped with fear, “Aedan, what did you do?”

He plunged on before he lost his nerve, “Morrigan came to me and spoke of a ritual,” his voice broke here and he stopped for a moment before continuing, “And I acceded to her plan.” He looked away and mumbled, “We had only three Grey Wardens: Riordan, Alistair and myself. Riordan, as oldest, had the right to take the final blow and he tried…If not for his sacrifice, I might never have succeeded.”

Aedan stopped speaking as he remembered the final battle and the awful moment of Riordan’s death. He’d only known the older warden for such a short time, but he’d greatly admired his sense of duty and resolve. 

“If I had also fallen, Alistair would have had to take that final blow himself. Leliana, I could not allow him to die. We had worked so hard to raise an army, we had sacrificed so much to make him king.” Aedan looked up again, meeting her eyes to try and make his point, “I did it for him...I did it for Alistair. I could not let him die.”

Leliana’s expression was oddly cautious and he realized she understood what he’d said so far. She had been there, by their sides, that entire year. She’d lived through the hardships and the battles and she’d fought as hard to make Alistair king as he had. But she was thinking, he could see that, and he felt a cold dread begin to form in the pit of his stomach as he followed her thought processes to their inevitable conclusion. Then she asked the question he did not want to answer, the question he wasn’t sure he could answer, “Aedan, you are a good man, and I believe you would do anything to save those you love…but why are you so tormented by this? The ritual with Morrigan…” she stopped and he saw the fear in her eyes as she whispered, “Oh, Aedan… was it blood magic?”

He shook his head vehemently, “No, I would never…” but he stopped here. Had what he’d done been any better? Leliana was waiting and he summoned the courage to continue. “It was not blood magic, but very old magic, or so she said. Leli, I had to…I had to…”

The colour had drained from her face and she was very still. He had to finish this, it had to be done. “I had to lay with her so that she would conceive a child.” Aedan felt that tearing sensation again and he felt oddly adrift from himself. He wanted to take the words back, but it was too late and it was as if he could still see them there, hanging in the air between them. 

Leliana made a sound and it was the most awful thing he’d ever heard. She leaned away from him, her face filled with pain.

Aedan tried to speak, but words caught in his throat. Leliana stood and barely pausing to grab her robe, fled from the room.

                                                                                       --=0=--

Alistair heard a loud bang and a muffled cry followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. This was immediately followed by yet another bang. He glanced at the window and saw it was just after dawn. He was on the verge of grumbling about the noise when he heard something that sent chills down his spine. It was Aedan’s voice and he was calling out Leliana’s name. He sounded as if he was in desperate pain. Alistair quickly threw aside his blankets and leapt from the bed. Something must be wrong with Leliana. His thoughts quickly reached one inevitable conclusion – something was wrong with the baby.

As Alistair reached the hall he saw Aedan, shirtless, disappearing toward the atrium. He called to him, but the man didn’t hear. Thinking Aedan might have gone to seek help Alistair steeled his nerves and entered the room across the hall, Aedan’s bedroom. The room was covered in grey shadows and the dawn light from the window did not quite reach the bed. He could hear nothing and that frightened him. There was a lamp on the table by the window and he walked over to it, lit it, and scanned the room. It was empty.

Alistair fought rising panic. He adored both Aedan and Leliana. They had been amongst the first companions together. He had been nearly as overjoyed as Aedan to learn of the child they had conceived, knowing what it meant to Aedan in particular. The thought that something might be wrong was almost too sad to contemplate. Keeping a hold of the lamp, Alistair quickly left the room. Upon entering the hall he debated – should he follow Aedan or rouse Fergus? The decision was made for him as the Teryn stepped from his room and gave Alistair a startled look.

“Is everything alright Alistair? Are you well?”

Alistair shook his head quickly and said, “Not me, it’s Leliana, I think there may be a problem with…with the baby.” He nearly whispered those last words. 

Fergus paled and quickly reached to close his door behind him before stepping towards Aedan’s room, “Is she in here?” he asked.

Alistair shook his head, “No, I just checked. Aedan was running toward the atrium when I awoke.”

Fergus frowned and moved in the same direction, beckoning Alistair to follow. “Come,” he said, “If you would look for Aedan, I will go wake Taren…we may have need of his skills.”

Alistair nodded in quick agreement and the two men moved quickly toward the Atrium, passing through it and around one side of the main hall before they split apart to pursue their own errands.

Alistair found his way to the kitchens, startling the cook and two elves helping her organize breakfast for the many, many guests in the castle. All three of them blushed and dipped curtseys and Alistair felt foolish standing there in his sleep attire. He held up a hand to forestall their stuttering and asked, “Have Aedan or Leliana passed by here?”

He had already spun on his heel to a chorus of, “No, Your Majesty” before it was finished, having seen by their faces the answer to his question. His next stop was the main hall. It was deserted. He walked through and entered the courtyard between the hall and the massive castle doors. One of the doors was slightly ajar and there were two guards, one to either side. 

Alistair asked and they confirmed that both Leliana and Aedan had left the castle. Alistair was now quite confused. Why would they leave the castle? He slipped between the gates and followed the path around the outside, deeming the road to Highever the least likely possibility. He rounded the first corner and came to the gardens. He heard the low murmur of Aedan’s voice and a quiet sob. He stopped.

Putting the now useless lamp aside, Alistair entered the garden. Aedan was kneeling down, hovering over Leliana who was sitting on the stone path, curled into at tight ball, sobbing. His bare feet made no sound and the couple did not hear him approach until he inquired, “Aedan?”

Aedan turned around sharply, his whole posture stiffening and his face held an expression of deep anguish.

Alistair tried again, “Aedan is Leliana alright? Fergus has gone for Taren…does she need a healer?” He hesitated before asking, “Is it the baby?”

Aedan shook his head and lifted a hand to shoo him away, the pain on his face only deepening as he croaked, “No, go away…please Alistair…just go away.”

Alistair was hurt and alarmed at the same time. He stepped backwards and fumbled for the lamp. He hesitated at the entrance, but Aedan turned and waved him away again, his expression now pleading. Alistair left.

A pall settled over the castle and though no one really understood what had happened, everyone was affected by the mood. Rumours circulated amongst the staff regarding Aedan and Leliana and the well being of the baby. Aedan and Leliana remained in the garden most of the morning and a guard was stationed discreetly near the entrance to ensure their continued privacy. No healer was sent for, but this fact did little to dispel the gossip.

Oghren and Philippe rallied the soldiers and wardens to arms, letting the men and women work out their curiosity and frustration on the open field behind the castle. Fergus participated in the exercises, though his attention wandered obviously and he would have many bruises to show for his efforts.

Alistair would have as many bruises as the Teryn. He was unable to concentrate from worry. He had come to the conclusion shortly after being dismissed from the garden that there was only one reason for the trouble between Aedan and Leliana. Aedan had told her the truth about the ritual. It pained Alistair that his friend carried this burden and though he had not participated in the ritual, Alistair wore his own guilt. He’d told Aedan that he would have made the same choice, but more than once he had wondered if he really could have gone through with it. To save Aedan, yes, there is no doubt he would have done it to save his Brother, but to save himself? He would forever carry the knowledge that Aedan had done it for him, to save his life. He fervently prayed that the sharing of it with Leliana did not destroy everything his friend held dear.

Word came shortly before lunch that Aedan and Leliana had once again retired to Aedan’s room and a guard was stationed outside their door to make sure they were not disturbed. Alistair found himself in the hall between their rooms a couple of times, exchanging blank looks with the guard, but there was no sound and no news. It was so quiet, they might have been sleeping.

Later in the afternoon most of the wardens gathered in the main hall. The atmosphere was subdued and most sat in groups of two or three, playing at cards or talking quietly. Without exception, everyone looked up as Aedan appeared in the doorway.   He stepped backward under the scrutiny and there was much shuffling as the men and women attempted to turn their attention elsewhere.  Aedan was very pale and he’d not taken the time to shave, the dark stubble only adding to his pallor. His eyes were shadowed, but the anguish in his face had faded somewhat. He looked incredibly weary. Alistair and Fergus both stood up and strode over to greet him. He nodded to his brother and Alistair and then with a shrug of apology to Fergus beckoned Alistair to follow him.

Alistair followed Aedan to Fergus’s study and waited quietly for Aedan to close the door and turn around. They regarded one another silently for a moment before Alistair took the initiative, “You told her.”

Aedan nodded mutely and then his composure dropped away and Alistair stepped forward to hug the man he considered his dearest friend, his Brother, and simply held him as he cried.

Modifié par Sisimka, 07 février 2010 - 03:27 .

[Freckles04]

Poor Aedan. I hope Leliana forgives him...

[Jaredor]

Looks like Aedan forgot to "harden" Leliana before sleeping with Morrigan haha.

[Kulkodar]

Aw, quite poignant. I cannot imagine Leliana not forgiving Aedan, but we shall see.

[valen_morrow]

I'm glad you update daily. i really am.

[Sisimka]

Thank you all for your comments.



Valen: Barring computer strife, yes, I will be updating tomorrow! Thanks for reading my story.

[bl00dsh0t]

Another great chapter, and yes the hardening was forgotten ^^ Aedan is just too nice ;D Moar !!!!

[Sisimka]

No, I did not harden Leliana that playthrough, or any of my playthroughs to be honest. The dialogue choice just never fits the characters I make. Hardening Al seems less jarring (and he needs it!).

[bl00dsh0t]

Hehe i can never do it myself, whether its on alistair on leliana... friggin 8 playthroughs, not one hardening xD

[Sisimka]

http://www.fanfictio...t/s/5701751/19/



Gifts

 
Aedan walked slowly back toward his room, his limbs shaky with the release of emotion and his head heavy with exhaustion. When he reached the hallway separating his room from the one occupied by Alistair he dismissed the guard and stood contemplating his door. He hoped Leliana was still in there. She had asked him for some time alone earlier and he’d sought out Alistair knowing his friend was the only person who could possibly understand what today had been all about. And of course he had. 

Stepping to the side of the door, he sank wearily to the floor and leaned back against the wall, his legs stretched out into the hallway in front of him. It was done, for better or worse, it was past. He could not undo any of it, the ritual or the telling of it. He rested his head against the cool stone of the wall and closed his eyes. He was so tired he fell asleep.

Sometime later he awoke. Fergus was crouched next to him, shaking his shoulder gently. He looked up and saw the concern on Fergus’s face. He looked about and discovered it was night and he was stiff and cold from the stone at his back.

Fergus asked with a slightly embarrassed expression, “Aedan, do you need somewhere to sleep?”

Taking Fergus’s offered hand as his brother stood back up, Aedan pulled himself to his feet and rubbed his eyes. He looked at Fergus and said, “I…I don’t know.” He looked at the door to his bedroom. “Fergus, I’m afraid to go in there.”

Fergus nodded sympathetically and said, “You would rather face the darkspawn horde than walk through that door, right? It is odd, is it not, this fear we have when it comes to those we love?”

Aedan nodded and Fergus continued, “Go in there, little brother, and make it right. Seeing you two together…” he paused and swallowed, a soft shadow of grief filling his eyes, “Whatever this thing is, whatever is between you, just go in there and make it right.”

Fergus rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment before nodding and disappearing down the hall towards his own room.

Aedan turned around and opened the door. Leliana was there and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was in the bed, sleeping. He noted with further relief that she had eaten the dinner that had been sent up. He crossed to the bed and stood watching her sleep for a short while as he tried to decide between lying down beside her and sleeping in the chair. The cold stiffness of his back decided for him and he eased down onto the bed, arranging himself carefully on his side so as not to disturb her. He gazed at her face until he his eyelids grew heavy.

When he opened his eyes again it was early morning. Leliana was there. She was facing him, her head propped on her elbow, watching him sleep. Their eyes met and held and they regarded one another in complete silence for several minutes. Aedan held perfectly still as he gazed at her pale face. Her eyes were of the clearest blue and they were solemn in the soft morning light. 

Aedan finally broke the silence, whispering in a hopeful voice, “You’re still here.”

Leliana moved forward then and tucked her head beneath his chin, turning so as to rest her cheek against his chest. He slowly lifted an arm and curled it behind her back and she snuggled forward again, slipping an arm around waist. They stayed like that for long while and Aedan began to relax. He closed his eyes and was on the verge of falling asleep once more when Leliana spoke.

Her voice was low and muffled against his chest and she said, “I am where I belong.”

He tightened his arm about her and held her closer a moment. He could think of nothing else to say except, “I’m so sorry, Leli.”

She lifted her head and held a finger to her lips before replying, “Sh, do not apologise, Aedan. Remember, I also know what it’s like to keep secrets.”

He looked down at her upturned face and inclined his head gently to acknowledge her words. Leliana knew all about secrecy, her life as a bard had nearly consumed her before she had joined the chantry in Lothering.

He drew in a breath and asked the question he most feared the answer to, “Could you ever…will you forgive me?”

She shook her head and he stopped breathing as a quick pain stabbed through his chest. Then she said, “You do not need me to forgive you, Aedan. You need to forgive yourself.”

Aedan cringed, as a task it felt insurmountable. Leliana smoothed his brow with her fingers and continued, “What I will do is love you, always.”

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When Aedan entered the dining room hand in hand with Leliana, it was if sunshine preceded them through the doorway. A smile lit up every face and they were greeted enthusiastically. Alistair seemed particularly overcome by emotion and stood up to cross the room to hug them both quite fiercely. He was quickly followed by Fergus. Oghren called from his place, “I thought the weddin’ was tomorrow, what’s all this sodding hugging about?”

Aedan was reluctant to part company with Leliana at any point throughout the afternoon, but was eventually told, gently, that he should go get some exercise while the women fussed over Leliana’s last minute preparations. He did so and much to his surprise, enjoyed himself. Zevran stepped up to challenge him to a sparring match. He accepted, knowing the intense concentration required to outwit the assassin would help him regain his focus and put aside for a time the lingering hurt and guilt. He understood Leliana’s plea that he forgive himself, but he also understood that it wasn’t going to happen today…or tomorrow. 

They warmed up slowly, exchanging strikes and parries in a choreographed fashion until they were limber, then Zevran advanced with his trademark quickness. Aedan nearly missed the block and pressed back harder, trying to slip beneath the elf’s guard. They both brought their skill to bear then, trading hits and misses with equal ferocity until Zevran finally scored the winning point. Aedan did not begrudge him the win. In fact, he’d be worried if he ever bested the rogue.

Aedan and Zevran sat side by side afterwards and cleaned their collection of weapons, they were soon joined by Alistair and eventually Oghren wandered over as well. They’d amassed between them quite the collection of swords, daggers and axes throughout their quest to end the Blight and as each piece was cleaned and admired they reminisced upon its origin, entertaining the gathering wardens and soldiers with their stories.

Soon there was a call for ale and as the afternoon progressed toward evening the gathering on the field took on an air of celebration. Fergus had joined the party and had organized for dinner to be served outside and a bonfire lit. It was a mild evening and it was obvious everyone was enjoying the atmosphere. The women arrived just before the food and Aedan quickly picked out Leliana from the small group, beckoning her to his side. They exchanged a lingering kiss drawing whoops and catcalls from the assembled crowd and sat together enjoying the company of their friends.

It was Fergus who eventually broke up the party, stating, “Let’s save some celebrating for tomorrow, shall we?” This was greeted with a round of amused agreement as people began to gather together discarded gear and ale mugs and make their way back to the castle.

The day of the wedding dawned clear and bright and the excitement in the air was tangible. Once again Aedan was banished from Leliana’s company and he spent the morning with his brother and his friends. The wedding was set for the late afternoon and as the hour approached he found himself pacing back and forth in Fergus’s study while Fergus and Alistair looked on in enjoyment. He had taken meticulous care with his grooming and donned the clothing Leliana had brought from Denerim for him. Fergus pronounced him presentable and Alistair had approved, though they had to keep telling him to stop pulling at his collar and tugging at his hair.

Leliana had requested ceremony take place in the garden and Aedan had readily agreed. He thanked the Maker it was such a fine day. Leliana was beautifully dressed in a gown that matched the colours and patterns in Aedan’s own clothing and they made a striking pair. Though Aedan appreciated her beauty, he wouldn’t have minded if she’d stepped up in her drakeskin leather. He’d have been happy if she arrived in a hessian sack, he admitted to himself, so grateful was he to just have her there. But as she stepped to his side he dutifully and truthfully told her how stunning she was and she answered in kind. They joined hands and faced Mother Adele.

The banquet was held in the main hall and as he stepped through the door, Aedan caught his breath. He was reminded so strongly of Fergus’s wedding that he turned to find his brother and caught the same expression upon the man’s face. They exchanged a glance and Aedan nodded, Fergus returning the gesture as they moved to their seats. Aedan gazed around the hall as he sat down and noted how many friends he had present, how they had all dressed in their finest clothing, and just how happy they all seemed to be here. He felt humbled. He took Leliana’s hand and leaned back in his chair to enjoy the party.

After dinner Fergus rose to a round of cheers and called for everyone’s attention. He looked wistful as he gazed at Leliana and Aedan. Aedan dipped his head a moment, knowing how this day must be affecting his brother and then looked up again as Fergus began to speak. The Teyrn related two of stories about Aedan’s rambunctious youth that had the assembled guests in fits of laughter. 

Fergus then cleared his throat and looked directly at him and said quietly, “Mother and Father would have been so proud, little brother.” Fergus looked down and shook his head before regaining his composure. 

He lifted his head and gestured to the doorway. Two of the castle staff entered carrying a small box and a sword. The box was passed to Leliana and when she opened it her gasp was audible in every corner of the room. Aedan was equally astonished. Within a slim velvet lined case lay the necklace his father had given his mother on their wedding day. It was a Cousland family heirloom. Aedan was speechless as he looked at Fergus and he could only mouth a ‘thank you’ to his brother over the lump in his throat.

The sword was presented to him and he wordlessly admired the fine dragonbone blade and intricately worked hilt which was set with the distinctive heraldry of the Couslands. Finding his voice, he thanked Fergus sincerely. He’d have hugged the sword if he could and Leliana laughed as she commented on his besotted expression.

Aedan was astounded by the generosity of his friends. Zevran stood and winked at Leliana before sharing probably the least risqué story he could remember of his travels with the companions.  The combination of his Antivan accent and delivery had the guests nudging each other and laughing before it was over.  Aedan had never before really appreciated the depth of friendship between the two rogues and he counted himself lucky he had courted Leliana first. Zevran then presented them with a matching pair of Antivan Crow daggers. The guests laughed good naturedly at the gift of yet more weapons, but Zevran shrugged and confessed his own obsession with fine daggers asking, “And what is wrong with that?”

Oghren openly leered at Leliana, but in such a way that it was harmless and funny. As his gift was brought in a hush fell over the crowded room. The quiet was broken by a snuffle and squeal and Leliana leapt to her feet and exclaimed over the nug that had been led in on a short leather leash. Oghren gruffly explained that though he had no idea what had happened to her previous pet, he hoped this one would suffice. Aedan, Alistair and Zevran laughed loudly at the flush that claimed the dwarf’s face as Leliana walked over and bent to kiss his cheek in thanks. He presented Aedan with a bottle of liquor he guaranteed would cause hair to sprout on the warrior’s chest. Aedan tried to keep the alarmed expression from his face as he tendered his own thanks.

Several of the wardens including Philippe and Jean had small tokens for the newlyweds and there was much shuffling and humour as Aedan and Leliana thanked their companions for their thoughts and kindness. As the room quieted down once more, Alistair stood and called everyone’s attention.

Alistair looked every bit the King of Ferelden in his fine clothing and his posture, while relaxed, had that regal bearing Aedan had first noted a his coronation. Alistair nodded toward Taren and said, “Taren and I have been working on a little something we think you might like, but we’re saving that for tomorrow.”

The mage looked pleased and proud to have been working on such an important gift and Aedan could only wonder at what they had been up to. He put aside his curiosity as Alistair began a round of toasts. He first raised his cup and called for a toast to the happy couple, then a simple toast to friendship. As everyone put down their drinks for the second time, Alistair looked over at Aedan and began to speak.

“There is no title I esteem more than ‘Friend’.” Alistair took a moment to meet the eyes of all the wardens and guests, letting them know he considered them all as such before continuing.

“However I have another to bestow upon my Brother, one he does not yet have.  As he has a history of trying to refuse every other title I have offered, I did not ask his opinion this time.” Alistair smiled and paused here as laughter rose and he waited for it to subside before continuing.

“When Aedan became a Grey Warden, he gave up his name and his nobility. While this appears to be of little concern to the Hero of Ferelden, the Grey Warden Commander and the King’s Chancellor, now that he has taken a wife and will soon have a child, I thought this was something that should be rectified.”

Alistair paused again and looked directly at Aedan as if daring him to refuse the gift he was about to offer. Aedan smiled tightly at his friend, hoping his apprehension did not show and clutched at Leliana’s hand as he waited.

“Aedan, this gift is for your new family. It is for your heir, so that he, or she, will always have a place, an important place in Ferelden. I hereby confer upon you the title of Teyrn of Gwaren and all that it entails; the estate and lands to be held by you and your descendants.”

Aedan’s immediate reaction was to stand up and refuse and he felt Leliana tug upon his hand, pulling him to his seat. He looked at her and she shook her head at him, but she was smiling and over the roar of approval from the guests, he could not hear what she said. He leaned close to her and she repeated herself, “I hope you intend to thank your King when you stand up, my beloved husband.”

So that is what he did.

Modifié par Sisimka, 08 février 2010 - 01:37 .