Awww, Luke is so sweet!
FanFiction/Art - Final Chapter (Aedan), (12/27) Interludes
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Sisimka
, févr. 25 2010 05:06
#801
Posté 29 avril 2010 - 06:27
#802
Posté 30 avril 2010 - 06:01
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Alistair,
Here is the report I neglected to attach with my last letter, I apologise for the delay.
I just returned from the city of Amaranthine where I spent my day dodging rogue mages and angry templars. I know I have asked this already, but is there anything you can do for Anders? We are fighting for our lives up here; I don’t have the time or the energy to devote to keeping him out of templar hands. They Chantry has never questioned the attachment of Taren or Yrisa to our Order and even Wynne traveled in our company unhindered for near on a year. I fail to understand why Anders excites so much interest, but you have mentioned before the vindictive nature of the Grand Cleric. I would appreciate anything you could do to ensure the wellbeing of my Warden.
Thank you for your concern following my last letter. I was not in my right mind when I wrote it. I can only imagine what Leliana must have thought upon reading hers -- perhaps I should take up a drink instead of a pen when I am feeling melancholy? But any news is better than none I suspect; at least you both know I am still here and still fighting the good fight.
We have discovered yet another unsecured entrance to the Deep Roads in the Knotwood Hills. Apparently the ground has given way in places exposing the roads proper and all sorts of caves and tunnels. I must go investigate and see what I can do to stem the tide of darkspawn. I will write again upon my return, hopefully with the news I have eradicated yet another nest of tainted filth and sealed another entrance to their lair.
I have a worry, Brother, that we can no longer rely on the darkspawn staying confined to the Deep Roads. When I have dealt this architect I will return to Denerim. We need to investigate this matter further. Will you write to Bhelen and request any known maps of their network of underground passages? I shudder at the very thought one may run beneath our fair capital city.
Philippe informs me the Wardens are ready to travel and so I will bid you farewell.
My best regards to Brenna and my hope that all is well with you,
Aedan.
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
I would suppose anyone might have been struck dumb by the atrocity that was my last letter to you. I’m sorry, my love, I should have torn it up and thrown it away rather than let you think I have lost what little sense I had been born with. Is that why you have not written back? Did I make you too angry, or perhaps too sad?
Please write and tell me, even a letter detailing my stupidity would be welcome from you; I just need to hear your voice. I reread your other letters often, but it’s not quite the same as looking forward to a new story from you, or hearing about what those children are up to. But now I sound like am begging and it’s rather unmanly so I will stop and tell you a story of my own instead.
I have managed to connect with Velanna. I found an old journal in Amaranthine today. It was wedged into the corner of an abandoned building we used as an unlikely lunch spot (it sheltered us from the wind). I thought it might be a book and planned to give it to Luke, the lad’s appetite for stories is as voracious as my own! But it turned out to be the journal of an elf living in Amaranthine and he talked about the hardships of his life and the hopes and dreams of his people. I found it to be both haunting and enchanting at the same time and gave it to Velanna. She berated me at first, as she does for everything I do, but after reading some of it she thanked me. It seems she is also fond of stories and expressed to me her interest in recording tales of her ancestors for her clan and so I thought to gift her with a blank journal so she may start in upon her quest. I was rewarded with a smile! Perhaps we may yet forge ties with the Dalish clans to the north as well. It all starts with a single friendship, no?
Writing to you of something other than my own troubles has made me smile, love. Even though you are not here, thoughts of you have cheered me. I love you and I miss you. I will return to Denerim soon, you have my word, and we will spend time together, just you and I. For now will you kiss the children for me and tell them I love them too?
My heart is always yours,
Aedan.
Dear Alistair,
Here is the report I neglected to attach with my last letter, I apologise for the delay.
I just returned from the city of Amaranthine where I spent my day dodging rogue mages and angry templars. I know I have asked this already, but is there anything you can do for Anders? We are fighting for our lives up here; I don’t have the time or the energy to devote to keeping him out of templar hands. They Chantry has never questioned the attachment of Taren or Yrisa to our Order and even Wynne traveled in our company unhindered for near on a year. I fail to understand why Anders excites so much interest, but you have mentioned before the vindictive nature of the Grand Cleric. I would appreciate anything you could do to ensure the wellbeing of my Warden.
Thank you for your concern following my last letter. I was not in my right mind when I wrote it. I can only imagine what Leliana must have thought upon reading hers -- perhaps I should take up a drink instead of a pen when I am feeling melancholy? But any news is better than none I suspect; at least you both know I am still here and still fighting the good fight.
We have discovered yet another unsecured entrance to the Deep Roads in the Knotwood Hills. Apparently the ground has given way in places exposing the roads proper and all sorts of caves and tunnels. I must go investigate and see what I can do to stem the tide of darkspawn. I will write again upon my return, hopefully with the news I have eradicated yet another nest of tainted filth and sealed another entrance to their lair.
I have a worry, Brother, that we can no longer rely on the darkspawn staying confined to the Deep Roads. When I have dealt this architect I will return to Denerim. We need to investigate this matter further. Will you write to Bhelen and request any known maps of their network of underground passages? I shudder at the very thought one may run beneath our fair capital city.
Philippe informs me the Wardens are ready to travel and so I will bid you farewell.
My best regards to Brenna and my hope that all is well with you,
Aedan.
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
I would suppose anyone might have been struck dumb by the atrocity that was my last letter to you. I’m sorry, my love, I should have torn it up and thrown it away rather than let you think I have lost what little sense I had been born with. Is that why you have not written back? Did I make you too angry, or perhaps too sad?
Please write and tell me, even a letter detailing my stupidity would be welcome from you; I just need to hear your voice. I reread your other letters often, but it’s not quite the same as looking forward to a new story from you, or hearing about what those children are up to. But now I sound like am begging and it’s rather unmanly so I will stop and tell you a story of my own instead.
I have managed to connect with Velanna. I found an old journal in Amaranthine today. It was wedged into the corner of an abandoned building we used as an unlikely lunch spot (it sheltered us from the wind). I thought it might be a book and planned to give it to Luke, the lad’s appetite for stories is as voracious as my own! But it turned out to be the journal of an elf living in Amaranthine and he talked about the hardships of his life and the hopes and dreams of his people. I found it to be both haunting and enchanting at the same time and gave it to Velanna. She berated me at first, as she does for everything I do, but after reading some of it she thanked me. It seems she is also fond of stories and expressed to me her interest in recording tales of her ancestors for her clan and so I thought to gift her with a blank journal so she may start in upon her quest. I was rewarded with a smile! Perhaps we may yet forge ties with the Dalish clans to the north as well. It all starts with a single friendship, no?
Writing to you of something other than my own troubles has made me smile, love. Even though you are not here, thoughts of you have cheered me. I love you and I miss you. I will return to Denerim soon, you have my word, and we will spend time together, just you and I. For now will you kiss the children for me and tell them I love them too?
My heart is always yours,
Aedan.
#803
Posté 30 avril 2010 - 06:31
At times I really feel sorry for Aedan, the poor man beats himself up too much. But it is of course a very good reflection of the harsh world as portrayed in the game, a tribute to your ability. Very well-written letters as always.
#804
Posté 30 avril 2010 - 06:42
You know what Aedan and Leli should do with their magic pendants? Go and map those Deep Roads and see if they run under Denerim after all. :-P
And uh oh, why didn't Leliana write Aedan back?!
And uh oh, why didn't Leliana write Aedan back?!
#805
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 12:30
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Alistair,
Aedan and Philippe have yet to return from the Knotwood Hills but I thought to send you the enclosed report as Varel is adamant we keep you apprised of every petty decision he makes on the Commander’s behalf. I think you know as well as I do that Aedan would rather Varel took responsibility for it all, but again, you know as well as I do that our Commander also feels it is his duty to do his best in all areas.
My hope is that he doing his best as I write this. We had expected them back yesterday. I have sent the Western Patrol after them (Rolf took out Northern Patrol) and will await word from Eric before I truly worry. The arling is still rife with banditry and perhaps they have been otherwise delayed.
I am sure Aedan would have me tell his personnel issues seem to have been resolved; if it is due to your intervention with the Chantry then I extend my own thanks. Anders is a valuable addition to the Order. I will also tell you that Voldrik has finished his repairs to the keep. If we can keep his brother from conducting any more experiments from within these walls, they should withstand what may come.
I understand Aedan has already tendered his gratitude for the extra soldiers but let me add mine here. The Commander, as you know, is a compassionate man and without more men we might not have managed so well in keeping both the banditry and darkspawn at bay.
I have been informed that Wade has finished with Aedan’s ‘serviceable’ armour design and so I must attend him. Pass on my regards to both Brenna and Leliana.
Sincerely,
Wyman
_____
Dear Leli,
Aedan will be so pleased to come back to two letters from you! He was so worried when you didn’t write. He asked if he could read the letter you wrote to me and I showed it to him, I hope you don’t mind. But he smiled as he read it, just so you know, and he’ll laugh out loud when he finds out why he didn’t get his letter last week. Isn’t Riordan the devious one! His drawings are very nice… even if they end up covering some of your words I think Aedan will love the letter all the more for it having that extra special touch.
I am keeping myself busy in his absence and trying not to worry overmuch. My guess is that Aedan is doing a thorough job clearing out that section of the Deep Roads they found. He will not return until he knows it is safe to do so.
I have started training with Zevran in the mornings and I can see where Aedan picked some of his techniques. For such a small man, Zev really knows where put his weight. He has thrown me off my feet with a simple flick of his blades more times than I can count. I have bruises on my bruises… but don’t worry about me, I am just fine! I like working with him though, he is very funny. He talks to me as we spar, and I know he is trying to distract me, but can I tell you a secret? I don’t really understand some of his jokes. I did ask Aedan to explain one to me and when he stopped laughing he tried. I am glad I was not born in Antiva.
I have Ser Pounce-a-Lot on my lap; he is curled into a tight little ball and is very cute. Kittens are a lot more affectionate than nugs! (But you can pass on my regards to Schmooples!) Speaking of nugs, how is Oghren? Leli, you should have seen the way he cursed at Aedan when he wouldn’t make him a Warden. I think I felt my ears curl. I didn’t dare laugh though, Aedan was so mad, he is kind of scary when he’s mad – I can sort of see why some of the recruits are afraid of him. He has this reputation for going berserk in battle sometimes, as you know, and I’ve seen it up close, it is a terrifying thing. But they haven’t seen him playing with Rory as I have. People can be really complex, can’t they?
I miss talking with you about people and philosophy and such; we always have the best conversations. Aedan said he will bring me to Denerim with him when he returns and I can’t wait to see you!Would it sound too silly for me to tell you I love you too? I am so lucky to have been adopted by such a family. I try not to think about Brenda, but I wish she could have met you too; she would have truly loved you, Leli.
It is time for my lesson with Varel. I think Aedan hopes I might become interested in politics and eventually take the job of running Amaranthine off his hands. He can keep hoping, I don’t think it’s going to happen. I’ll write again soon (when Aedan is back!).
Hugs,
Luke.
A/N: For those of you who don’t know Wyman he is a Warden Captain or Senior Warden of Amaranthine. Brenda is Luke’s sister; she was killed by darkspawn in ‘Hero’ (as was the rest of his family).
Dear Alistair,
Aedan and Philippe have yet to return from the Knotwood Hills but I thought to send you the enclosed report as Varel is adamant we keep you apprised of every petty decision he makes on the Commander’s behalf. I think you know as well as I do that Aedan would rather Varel took responsibility for it all, but again, you know as well as I do that our Commander also feels it is his duty to do his best in all areas.
My hope is that he doing his best as I write this. We had expected them back yesterday. I have sent the Western Patrol after them (Rolf took out Northern Patrol) and will await word from Eric before I truly worry. The arling is still rife with banditry and perhaps they have been otherwise delayed.
I am sure Aedan would have me tell his personnel issues seem to have been resolved; if it is due to your intervention with the Chantry then I extend my own thanks. Anders is a valuable addition to the Order. I will also tell you that Voldrik has finished his repairs to the keep. If we can keep his brother from conducting any more experiments from within these walls, they should withstand what may come.
I understand Aedan has already tendered his gratitude for the extra soldiers but let me add mine here. The Commander, as you know, is a compassionate man and without more men we might not have managed so well in keeping both the banditry and darkspawn at bay.
I have been informed that Wade has finished with Aedan’s ‘serviceable’ armour design and so I must attend him. Pass on my regards to both Brenna and Leliana.
Sincerely,
Wyman
_____
Dear Leli,
Aedan will be so pleased to come back to two letters from you! He was so worried when you didn’t write. He asked if he could read the letter you wrote to me and I showed it to him, I hope you don’t mind. But he smiled as he read it, just so you know, and he’ll laugh out loud when he finds out why he didn’t get his letter last week. Isn’t Riordan the devious one! His drawings are very nice… even if they end up covering some of your words I think Aedan will love the letter all the more for it having that extra special touch.
I am keeping myself busy in his absence and trying not to worry overmuch. My guess is that Aedan is doing a thorough job clearing out that section of the Deep Roads they found. He will not return until he knows it is safe to do so.
I have started training with Zevran in the mornings and I can see where Aedan picked some of his techniques. For such a small man, Zev really knows where put his weight. He has thrown me off my feet with a simple flick of his blades more times than I can count. I have bruises on my bruises… but don’t worry about me, I am just fine! I like working with him though, he is very funny. He talks to me as we spar, and I know he is trying to distract me, but can I tell you a secret? I don’t really understand some of his jokes. I did ask Aedan to explain one to me and when he stopped laughing he tried. I am glad I was not born in Antiva.
I have Ser Pounce-a-Lot on my lap; he is curled into a tight little ball and is very cute. Kittens are a lot more affectionate than nugs! (But you can pass on my regards to Schmooples!) Speaking of nugs, how is Oghren? Leli, you should have seen the way he cursed at Aedan when he wouldn’t make him a Warden. I think I felt my ears curl. I didn’t dare laugh though, Aedan was so mad, he is kind of scary when he’s mad – I can sort of see why some of the recruits are afraid of him. He has this reputation for going berserk in battle sometimes, as you know, and I’ve seen it up close, it is a terrifying thing. But they haven’t seen him playing with Rory as I have. People can be really complex, can’t they?
I miss talking with you about people and philosophy and such; we always have the best conversations. Aedan said he will bring me to Denerim with him when he returns and I can’t wait to see you!
It is time for my lesson with Varel. I think Aedan hopes I might become interested in politics and eventually take the job of running Amaranthine off his hands. He can keep hoping, I don’t think it’s going to happen. I’ll write again soon (when Aedan is back!).
Hugs,
Luke.
A/N: For those of you who don’t know Wyman he is a Warden Captain or Senior Warden of Amaranthine. Brenda is Luke’s sister; she was killed by darkspawn in ‘Hero’ (as was the rest of his family).
#806
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 02:25
I think we need a visual of Riordan's drawing. *nods*
#807
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 03:52
For you, Sandi. 
#808
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 03:59
*giggles* Yay!!!!!
#809
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 04:29
Aww cute! Love the crossed out line
#810
Posté 03 mai 2010 - 04:59
I love the letters to Alistair and Leli on Aedan's behalf from his friends friends, I always enjoy reading the letters to Leli. I also found the letter from Leli with Riordan's regards quite cute as well. : )
#811
Posté 04 mai 2010 - 06:11
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Alistair,
You will be pleased to know I have both slept and fetched a drink before sitting down to this letter. Do you remember our foray into the Deep Roads beneath Orzammar (I’m sure you do)? I had hoped I would never see the like again (until my time comes), but I have just spent close to a week in there again. The dwarves’ underground network is so vast – if I were not so overwhelmed I would marvel at such a feat of engineering. But my mind has started to wander, perhaps I should put this drink aside?
The dwarven fortress of Kal’Hirol lies beneath the Knotwood Hills and not only is it every bit as daunting as Bownammar, but just as forbidding. We met with the sole survivor of a contingent of the Legion of the Dead while down there and after hearing her mission, I took it upon myself to finish their work. The darkspawn are breeding and though I know we have done little more than strike a blow, I have at least rid Kal’Hirol of their menace.
I cannot adequately describe the horror of their ‘children’, such creatures should not exist, but that is not the worst of what we encountered below the ground. Brother, the darkspawn are changing. Not only do some of them talk, but they appear to be forming factions. We interrupted several skirmishes between them as we endeavored to clear Kal’Hirol. I have a new foe to contend with: The Mother. I dare not wait for her(?) and this Architect to fight for dominance, I must take the initiative and strike now.
Have your heard back from Bhelen? Perhaps there has not been time yet, I have lost track of the days and weeks – that happens when one spends too much time underground. We did recover several interesting artifacts that may interest him, however. I have detailed them in my enclosed report. There you will also find the information regarding my newest recruit.
I understand Wyman kept you well informed during my absence. He is a good man; all my Wardens are good men (and women). Ferelden is fortunate to boast so many dedicated to such a cause – the Order now boasts nearly thirty members. I am humbled by their willingness to join me in this fight for the good of mankind. But now I truly sound as if I have had too much to drink and so perhaps I should end this here. Many of us took injuries in Kal’Hirol and will require a few days rest before we seek out this Mother or the Architect. I will write again before we leave. Until then –
My best regards to Brenna and my hope that all is well with you,
Aedan.
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
We have exchanged so many letters, you and I. When I asked you to be my wife I never imagined we would spend so much time apart. But in my more melancholy moments I find your letters to be a great comfort. I read them over and over - they are becoming wrinkled and torn. We may be separated by the miles but are joined by our words.
But you want to hear about what I am doing, don’t you, my love? I am writing you a letter! Yes, my wit is dull, I know. Alistair is ever the sharp one. But I am sure my current tone is a refreshing change from my last two letters. Speaking of which, I had two letters from you! You knew I would laugh at Rory’s embellishments, didn’t you? At first I barely noticed them so eager was I for your words, but now they stand out on the page and make me smile. I think it will always be one of my favourite letters for the love you both put into it. Thank you for those words and I promise never to write a letter like that again.
At your suggestion, I asked the seneschal to have a place cleared for a rose garden. I agree that not only should we have things of beauty around us, but something to look forward to after the battle. You should have seen the look on Varel’s face when I approached him, I could tell he hardly thought it was the time to be planting flowers. Do you know who rescued my honor? Nate. He mentioned that his mother had maintained a garden beyond the dining room and even escorted the pair of us there. Though barren now, it will be something in the summer. Nate’s tastes are more refined than mine, which I realise is not that hard. But you don’t love me for my fashion sense, do you?
Do you picture me when you read my letters, Leli? I picture you. I hear your voice reading them to me. The stories you tell, the tales you spin! Surely Denerim is not that exciting a place. But you have me believing every word, my love. You weave a type of magic with your words and I will always be captivated. My favourite stories, of course, are the ones that involve you, Rory and Gracie. They are lucky to have such a talented mother, one who constructs such adventures! Be sure to tell them I love them and that I think of them often.
We have yet another new recruit, Sigrun, formerly of the Legion of the Dead. Luke is quite taken with Sigrun; she has many stories of the darkspawn and doesn’t mind sharing him with them. Darat is also happy to have another dwarven Warden and so far they seem to hold each other in high regard (the dwarven caste system sometimes eludes me).
I’ve not told you about the battles I’ve fought, or the devastation the darkspawn wreak upon the countryside. If you need to know, ask Alistair. I want this to be a happy letter.
What did the Grand Cleric want? Is it about Grace’s birth date again? Surely unregistered babies are born all over Ferelden every day. Perhaps Alistair can give her one of his stern looks for us?
I’ve just read over what I’ve written and it rambles. Do you enjoy my letters, Leli? I don’t think I ever talk this much when we are together; I’m usually too busy undressing you. (Yes, you can imagine me winking here if you like.) Perhaps you’d like it if we talked more? I do love all of you, you know, not just the parts I can touch. I miss you Leli, I miss you all the time. (I’m not winking anymore…) I miss our children. (I’m sad now. I’m going to read some of your letters and cheer myself up.)
This is perhaps the longest letter I have ever written you (I had two to answer!), but now I must retire. We march upon our enemies tomorrow and soon this thing will be done. Then I will turn about and march to Denerim. (I will remember to bathe first!)
Kiss the children for me and remember that my heart is always yours,
Aedan
A/N: This letter from Aedan to Leli has been reworked from an earlier one-shot I posted on the LJ community Maker’s Breath. I posted it in response to one of the April challenge prompts: To write a letter in response to Leliana’s letter to the Warden in Awakening. There is a link to Leliana’s letter there. I personally found it a little thin, but my version of Awakening takes place nearly two years after Origins and my Aedan and Leliana have a much deeper relationship. Still it was what inspired me to write this entire story by way of letters…
Dear Alistair,
You will be pleased to know I have both slept and fetched a drink before sitting down to this letter. Do you remember our foray into the Deep Roads beneath Orzammar (I’m sure you do)? I had hoped I would never see the like again (until my time comes), but I have just spent close to a week in there again. The dwarves’ underground network is so vast – if I were not so overwhelmed I would marvel at such a feat of engineering. But my mind has started to wander, perhaps I should put this drink aside?
The dwarven fortress of Kal’Hirol lies beneath the Knotwood Hills and not only is it every bit as daunting as Bownammar, but just as forbidding. We met with the sole survivor of a contingent of the Legion of the Dead while down there and after hearing her mission, I took it upon myself to finish their work. The darkspawn are breeding and though I know we have done little more than strike a blow, I have at least rid Kal’Hirol of their menace.
I cannot adequately describe the horror of their ‘children’, such creatures should not exist, but that is not the worst of what we encountered below the ground. Brother, the darkspawn are changing. Not only do some of them talk, but they appear to be forming factions. We interrupted several skirmishes between them as we endeavored to clear Kal’Hirol. I have a new foe to contend with: The Mother. I dare not wait for her(?) and this Architect to fight for dominance, I must take the initiative and strike now.
Have your heard back from Bhelen? Perhaps there has not been time yet, I have lost track of the days and weeks – that happens when one spends too much time underground. We did recover several interesting artifacts that may interest him, however. I have detailed them in my enclosed report. There you will also find the information regarding my newest recruit.
I understand Wyman kept you well informed during my absence. He is a good man; all my Wardens are good men (and women). Ferelden is fortunate to boast so many dedicated to such a cause – the Order now boasts nearly thirty members. I am humbled by their willingness to join me in this fight for the good of mankind. But now I truly sound as if I have had too much to drink and so perhaps I should end this here. Many of us took injuries in Kal’Hirol and will require a few days rest before we seek out this Mother or the Architect. I will write again before we leave. Until then –
My best regards to Brenna and my hope that all is well with you,
Aedan.
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
We have exchanged so many letters, you and I. When I asked you to be my wife I never imagined we would spend so much time apart. But in my more melancholy moments I find your letters to be a great comfort. I read them over and over - they are becoming wrinkled and torn. We may be separated by the miles but are joined by our words.
But you want to hear about what I am doing, don’t you, my love? I am writing you a letter! Yes, my wit is dull, I know. Alistair is ever the sharp one. But I am sure my current tone is a refreshing change from my last two letters. Speaking of which, I had two letters from you! You knew I would laugh at Rory’s embellishments, didn’t you? At first I barely noticed them so eager was I for your words, but now they stand out on the page and make me smile. I think it will always be one of my favourite letters for the love you both put into it. Thank you for those words and I promise never to write a letter like that again.
At your suggestion, I asked the seneschal to have a place cleared for a rose garden. I agree that not only should we have things of beauty around us, but something to look forward to after the battle. You should have seen the look on Varel’s face when I approached him, I could tell he hardly thought it was the time to be planting flowers. Do you know who rescued my honor? Nate. He mentioned that his mother had maintained a garden beyond the dining room and even escorted the pair of us there. Though barren now, it will be something in the summer. Nate’s tastes are more refined than mine, which I realise is not that hard. But you don’t love me for my fashion sense, do you?
Do you picture me when you read my letters, Leli? I picture you. I hear your voice reading them to me. The stories you tell, the tales you spin! Surely Denerim is not that exciting a place. But you have me believing every word, my love. You weave a type of magic with your words and I will always be captivated. My favourite stories, of course, are the ones that involve you, Rory and Gracie. They are lucky to have such a talented mother, one who constructs such adventures! Be sure to tell them I love them and that I think of them often.
We have yet another new recruit, Sigrun, formerly of the Legion of the Dead. Luke is quite taken with Sigrun; she has many stories of the darkspawn and doesn’t mind sharing him with them. Darat is also happy to have another dwarven Warden and so far they seem to hold each other in high regard (the dwarven caste system sometimes eludes me).
I’ve not told you about the battles I’ve fought, or the devastation the darkspawn wreak upon the countryside. If you need to know, ask Alistair. I want this to be a happy letter.
What did the Grand Cleric want? Is it about Grace’s birth date again? Surely unregistered babies are born all over Ferelden every day. Perhaps Alistair can give her one of his stern looks for us?
I’ve just read over what I’ve written and it rambles. Do you enjoy my letters, Leli? I don’t think I ever talk this much when we are together; I’m usually too busy undressing you. (Yes, you can imagine me winking here if you like.) Perhaps you’d like it if we talked more? I do love all of you, you know, not just the parts I can touch. I miss you Leli, I miss you all the time. (I’m not winking anymore…) I miss our children. (I’m sad now. I’m going to read some of your letters and cheer myself up.)
This is perhaps the longest letter I have ever written you (I had two to answer!), but now I must retire. We march upon our enemies tomorrow and soon this thing will be done. Then I will turn about and march to Denerim. (I will remember to bathe first!)
Kiss the children for me and remember that my heart is always yours,
Aedan
A/N: This letter from Aedan to Leli has been reworked from an earlier one-shot I posted on the LJ community Maker’s Breath. I posted it in response to one of the April challenge prompts: To write a letter in response to Leliana’s letter to the Warden in Awakening. There is a link to Leliana’s letter there. I personally found it a little thin, but my version of Awakening takes place nearly two years after Origins and my Aedan and Leliana have a much deeper relationship. Still it was what inspired me to write this entire story by way of letters…
Modifié par Sisimka, 04 mai 2010 - 06:16 .
#812
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 01:06
A/N: I am skipping the Blackmarsh. I found Justice to be an awesome and compelling character, but not only does he not fit into my ‘storyverse’, it makes little sense at this point for Aedan to divert his attention from the real threat and go chasing after ghosts. The following letters were ‘written’ after Aedan cleared Amaranthine and before he marches upon the Nest, I imagine they are scrawled on torn journal pages. They contain endgame spoilers.
Aedan’s final letters to Alistair and Leliana will be tomorrow – after his battle with the Mother.
Amaranthine
Dear Alistair,
I know you will excuse the poor condition of this brief missive when you read the details herein. I stand at the gates of a fallen city, Amaranthine, and I am preparing to march upon the nest of the Mother. We were diverted from our planned course by the news that the darkspawn horde had descended upon not only the city but on Vigil’s Keep.
The bearer of his news introduced himself as an emissary from this Architect. I talked to a darkspawn, Brother; I conversed with tainted filth though it pained me to do so. His information and arguments were persuasive, however, and I took him at his word. If this architect truly opposes the Mother then he would have little reason to practice deception at this point, or so my heart tells me. But I am naïve, I know, and perhaps these new darkspawn are more devious than we might imagine. But for now I must trust my instincts and drive toward the greater threat.
I had to decide between returning to the Keep and clearing the darkspawn from the city. I chose the city and may the Maker forgive me if it was the wrong choice. I dare not consider the fate of those I left at the Keep (my son is there!) and place my trust in my Wardens and our allies. Voldrik sealed the tunnels and fortified those walls. Wade has outfitted us with superior armaments. Dworkin has plenty of explosives at his fingertips and my Wardens are under the command of Wyman. They will not falter.
Amaranthine reminds me of Denerim after the siege but I have no time to dwell upon our losses right now. The city is safe once more and one day it will thrive again (I must be hopeful). Now we move toward the final battle.
Maker watch over you, Brother,
Aedan.
_____
Amaranthine
Dear Leli,
I am writing because I need to be with you right now. I need your strength. I know I promised not to write such a letter, but I also know (thanks to your kind words and forgiving soul) that you are there for me. I am taking this brief moment to be with you before I turn my men and march toward what I hope will be the final battle.
Don’t worry for me, love, I have Philippe at my side. I would not dare set a single foot against our enemies without my most trusted second. And don’t worry for Luke, he is with Wyman and Zevran, and Vigil’s Keep is sound. Can you hear me repeating these words to myself? They are as much for me as for you.
I love you. (And here my pen pauses though I have not the time…) Kiss the children for me; tell them I love them too. Sing to them so that I may imagine your voice as I fight.
Pray for the people of Amaranthine that they may recover and ask the Maker to watch over your Warden.
Do you remember your words to me at the gates of Denerim? I will win this war for you, my love, and I will come home.
My heart is always yours,
Aedan
Aedan’s final letters to Alistair and Leliana will be tomorrow – after his battle with the Mother.
Amaranthine
Dear Alistair,
I know you will excuse the poor condition of this brief missive when you read the details herein. I stand at the gates of a fallen city, Amaranthine, and I am preparing to march upon the nest of the Mother. We were diverted from our planned course by the news that the darkspawn horde had descended upon not only the city but on Vigil’s Keep.
The bearer of his news introduced himself as an emissary from this Architect. I talked to a darkspawn, Brother; I conversed with tainted filth though it pained me to do so. His information and arguments were persuasive, however, and I took him at his word. If this architect truly opposes the Mother then he would have little reason to practice deception at this point, or so my heart tells me. But I am naïve, I know, and perhaps these new darkspawn are more devious than we might imagine. But for now I must trust my instincts and drive toward the greater threat.
I had to decide between returning to the Keep and clearing the darkspawn from the city. I chose the city and may the Maker forgive me if it was the wrong choice. I dare not consider the fate of those I left at the Keep (my son is there!) and place my trust in my Wardens and our allies. Voldrik sealed the tunnels and fortified those walls. Wade has outfitted us with superior armaments. Dworkin has plenty of explosives at his fingertips and my Wardens are under the command of Wyman. They will not falter.
Amaranthine reminds me of Denerim after the siege but I have no time to dwell upon our losses right now. The city is safe once more and one day it will thrive again (I must be hopeful). Now we move toward the final battle.
Maker watch over you, Brother,
Aedan.
_____
Amaranthine
Dear Leli,
I am writing because I need to be with you right now. I need your strength. I know I promised not to write such a letter, but I also know (thanks to your kind words and forgiving soul) that you are there for me. I am taking this brief moment to be with you before I turn my men and march toward what I hope will be the final battle.
Don’t worry for me, love, I have Philippe at my side. I would not dare set a single foot against our enemies without my most trusted second. And don’t worry for Luke, he is with Wyman and Zevran, and Vigil’s Keep is sound. Can you hear me repeating these words to myself? They are as much for me as for you.
I love you. (And here my pen pauses though I have not the time…) Kiss the children for me; tell them I love them too. Sing to them so that I may imagine your voice as I fight.
Pray for the people of Amaranthine that they may recover and ask the Maker to watch over your Warden.
Do you remember your words to me at the gates of Denerim? I will win this war for you, my love, and I will come home.
My heart is always yours,
Aedan
#813
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 07:17
Poor Aedan. He must be so full of angst (
) over wondering how the Vigil, especially Luke, is faring. Like, thousands and thousands of words of angst!!!! He did pretty good keeping his letters to Alistair and Leliana short! *patpats Aedan on the head* It will be okay, just wait and see!
#814
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 07:44
Here's Rory like you bugged me to do, {insert old lady/dirty birdy/whatever your favorite nickname I gave Sisi is here}. Hope you like. 
#815
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 08:03
OMG! He's ADORABLE. *might possibly die from squeeing*
Thank you.









Thank you.
#816
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 08:05
Heh! You're welcome.
#817
Posté 05 mai 2010 - 08:15
Holy Maker... Fantastic work DR! : D
I can really imagine him amongst your drawings of Leliana and Aedan
I can really imagine him amongst your drawings of Leliana and Aedan
#818
Posté 06 mai 2010 - 02:23
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Alistair,
The Mother is slain, but at a cost. But that is always the way of war, is it not? I have not the heart to list the dead as yet (hence there is no attached report), I will get to it after we have sent them on their way with all proper respect. Then I will set my feet on the road to Denerim and tell you their names in person, face to face, so that their King may hear directly of their service to Ferelden.
The Architect also lays dead. Did I do the right thing, Brother, in killing a potential ally? I suppose now we’ll never know. Philippe tried to stop me, but all I could see before me were tainted villagers, those women, that child, my son as I made him a Warden! I let my fury rule me and I killed in a bitter rage. It is one thing to slaughter these mindless creatures we call darkspawn, but to battle against one that talks and reasons and bargains, it is hard to reconcile. I am haunted by it. I am haunted by so much of what I have done, yet every time I fear I have confronted my worst nightmare… I cannot continue this thought.
In the meantime I will attempt to sketch out what we have lost. Amaranthine smolders, our farms are ravaged, villagers are scattered and afraid and Vigil’s Keep has been breached once again. Had it not been for Voldrik’s diligence, we may have lost more, we must think of a fitting reward for him. We are supposed to do that sort of thing when the war is won, right, decorate our heroes? Until then I will thank the Maker (or the stone as he prefers) for him, and for Wyman and Zevran.
What we have gained: At best a temporary respite. We need to dismantle the Architect’s ‘laboratory’. I will write to Irving and request the Circle’s help. We need to map the Deep Roads. I think is time for us to partner with the dwarves, with the Legion of the Dead, and to make a concentrated effort to exterminate this filth before they rise above the ground. We must make plans!
Now that the darkspawn threat has been put aside for a while I can turn my attention to the Black Marsh. Nathaniel Howe has told me much of the place’s history; I hope it is yet another territory that can be restored.
I have assigned your soldiers to Amaranthine for the time being. I apologise for keeping them from their families for so long. Now that the immediate threat is over I will organize for them to take leave as and when we can arrange it. We must talk about rebuilding the city, add it to your list (do you keep lists? Never mind, it is on mine). We must also talk about the Dalish, I am sure Brenna will have many suggestions about how we may forge a close bond with our neighbors. I am sending Wade and Herren back to Denerim, and soon I will follow.
Remind me to tell you about the dragon when you see me,
Aedan
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
Put aside this note and look to your window, my love. I am there on the road and I am coming to you as fast as my feet will carry me. Gather the children and meet us at the city gates, your husband and son are coming home.
I love you, and remember, my heart is always yours,
Aedan.
The End
_____
For the curious: Aedan took Justice, Anders and Sigrun to the ‘nest’ with him. For the sake of this story, I replaced Justice with Philippe (S&S Warrior). I imagine he would also have taken a sizeable contingent of soldiers and Wardens with him and these would have included what I call ‘The Northern Patrol’: Taren, Marin, Runir, Kayley and Darat. (Philippe leads this team). No Wardens lost their lives in the fight against the Mother or the Architect, however several ‘ordinary’ soldiers would have fallen.
When Vigil’s Keep was breached, Velanna was crushed by a falling wall (from his epilogue). Aedan will ‘angst’ about her death for some time. Not just because her life was lost, or because he saw her as a link between the humans and the elves of Amaranthine, but because he had started to forge a friendship with the prickly woman. Several Wardens lost their lives during the assault on the Keep, none that I had named, so I will not record them here. Zevran took it as his personal mission to protect Luke and in this he succeeded.
Dear Alistair,
The Mother is slain, but at a cost. But that is always the way of war, is it not? I have not the heart to list the dead as yet (hence there is no attached report), I will get to it after we have sent them on their way with all proper respect. Then I will set my feet on the road to Denerim and tell you their names in person, face to face, so that their King may hear directly of their service to Ferelden.
The Architect also lays dead. Did I do the right thing, Brother, in killing a potential ally? I suppose now we’ll never know. Philippe tried to stop me, but all I could see before me were tainted villagers, those women, that child, my son as I made him a Warden! I let my fury rule me and I killed in a bitter rage. It is one thing to slaughter these mindless creatures we call darkspawn, but to battle against one that talks and reasons and bargains, it is hard to reconcile. I am haunted by it. I am haunted by so much of what I have done, yet every time I fear I have confronted my worst nightmare… I cannot continue this thought.
In the meantime I will attempt to sketch out what we have lost. Amaranthine smolders, our farms are ravaged, villagers are scattered and afraid and Vigil’s Keep has been breached once again. Had it not been for Voldrik’s diligence, we may have lost more, we must think of a fitting reward for him. We are supposed to do that sort of thing when the war is won, right, decorate our heroes? Until then I will thank the Maker (or the stone as he prefers) for him, and for Wyman and Zevran.
What we have gained: At best a temporary respite. We need to dismantle the Architect’s ‘laboratory’. I will write to Irving and request the Circle’s help. We need to map the Deep Roads. I think is time for us to partner with the dwarves, with the Legion of the Dead, and to make a concentrated effort to exterminate this filth before they rise above the ground. We must make plans!
Now that the darkspawn threat has been put aside for a while I can turn my attention to the Black Marsh. Nathaniel Howe has told me much of the place’s history; I hope it is yet another territory that can be restored.
I have assigned your soldiers to Amaranthine for the time being. I apologise for keeping them from their families for so long. Now that the immediate threat is over I will organize for them to take leave as and when we can arrange it. We must talk about rebuilding the city, add it to your list (do you keep lists? Never mind, it is on mine). We must also talk about the Dalish, I am sure Brenna will have many suggestions about how we may forge a close bond with our neighbors. I am sending Wade and Herren back to Denerim, and soon I will follow.
Remind me to tell you about the dragon when you see me,
Aedan
_____
Vigil’s Keep
Dear Leli,
Put aside this note and look to your window, my love. I am there on the road and I am coming to you as fast as my feet will carry me. Gather the children and meet us at the city gates, your husband and son are coming home.
I love you, and remember, my heart is always yours,
Aedan.
The End
_____
For the curious: Aedan took Justice, Anders and Sigrun to the ‘nest’ with him. For the sake of this story, I replaced Justice with Philippe (S&S Warrior). I imagine he would also have taken a sizeable contingent of soldiers and Wardens with him and these would have included what I call ‘The Northern Patrol’: Taren, Marin, Runir, Kayley and Darat. (Philippe leads this team). No Wardens lost their lives in the fight against the Mother or the Architect, however several ‘ordinary’ soldiers would have fallen.
When Vigil’s Keep was breached, Velanna was crushed by a falling wall (from his epilogue). Aedan will ‘angst’ about her death for some time. Not just because her life was lost, or because he saw her as a link between the humans and the elves of Amaranthine, but because he had started to forge a friendship with the prickly woman. Several Wardens lost their lives during the assault on the Keep, none that I had named, so I will not record them here. Zevran took it as his personal mission to protect Luke and in this he succeeded.
Modifié par Sisimka, 06 mai 2010 - 02:59 .
#819
Posté 06 mai 2010 - 03:34
Awww, I loved his letter to Leliana - that was very sweet! I haven't decided yet how Awakening is going to play for my canon character....still. I'm pretty sure Oghren won't be allowed to undertake the Joinin though, like Aedan did. It felt fine when it was with my Orlesian, but I can't see most of my Wardens agreeing to let him run away from his family like that, not when they know him.
So...when are you going to start posting the next story? ;-)
So...when are you going to start posting the next story? ;-)
#820
Posté 06 mai 2010 - 05:36
Yup, given their history, there is no way Aedan would have allowed Oghren to undergo the joining. 
Glad you liked the letter to Leli... I like to imagine him running down that road to Denerim and a lovely reunion scene at the city gates... deep breath... d'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
Not sure about the next story, it's going to be LONG (Like Hero). I would like to say Monday next week. I'm still ironing out kinks in the first couple of chapters.
I may post a one-shot or two in the meantime (you've already read the sappy one). And, I need to try drawing Alistair again!
Glad you liked the letter to Leli... I like to imagine him running down that road to Denerim and a lovely reunion scene at the city gates... deep breath... d'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
Not sure about the next story, it's going to be LONG (Like Hero). I would like to say Monday next week. I'm still ironing out kinks in the first couple of chapters.
I may post a one-shot or two in the meantime (you've already read the sappy one). And, I need to try drawing Alistair again!
#821
Posté 06 mai 2010 - 06:48
There's my little artist! RORY'S SOOO CUTE!
Omg...Okay, so yeah: squeeing all over the place, cuz he's 'DORABLE! And this is over a CHILD, so feel special DR! ;D
Omg...Okay, so yeah: squeeing all over the place, cuz he's 'DORABLE! And this is over a CHILD, so feel special DR! ;D
#822
Posté 06 mai 2010 - 07:58
flygrl19 wrote...
There's my little artist! RORY'S SOOO CUTE!
Omg...Okay, so yeah: squeeing all over the place, cuz he's 'DORABLE! And this is over a CHILD, so feel special DR! ;D
I feel special more so because something I did got you to post a second time in the main forums, Fly.
#823
Posté 07 mai 2010 - 12:38
From this point forward, all new stories will published on FF.net only. I will continue to provide links here and update this thread when I have new artwork to share. 
Here's today's little one-shot. It's syrupy sweet.
All of You
Here's today's little one-shot. It's syrupy sweet.
All of You
#824
Posté 07 mai 2010 - 04:11
Condensing things for simplicity's sake?Sisimka wrote...
From this point forward, all new stories will published on FF.net only. I will continue to provide links here and update this thread when I have new artwork to share.
But it's worth the resulting cavities.Here's today's little one-shot. It's syrupy sweet.
All of You
#825
Posté 09 mai 2010 - 01:55
Ahh i had missed som gems in my time avoiding fanfiction to keep my studying going xD Great stuff to be found here, and I guess I'm hooked again...god damnit 
Hmm...I seem to be forgetting something...its on the tip of my tongue....what was it again... oh yes:
MOAARRRRR
Hmm...I seem to be forgetting something...its on the tip of my tongue....what was it again... oh yes:
MOAARRRRR





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