Trusting a Shem- Fanfic- Prt Four
Title: Trusting a Shem, prt 4
Author: Promisetruth
Rating: T
Characters: Fem!Mahariel, Alistair, Tamlen (Erm, the thought of him), Morrigan, Leliana, Sten, Dog, and Zevran.
Pairing: Fem!Mahariel/Tamlen, Fem!Mahariel/Alistair
Summary: Female Dalish Elf (Mira Mahariel) and her journey as a Grey Warden. Her conflict with her old life and clan, more importantly with Tamlen, interferes with her choices and with her reactions to a certain Alistair. Finished with helping the Dalish clan in Brecilian Forest, Mira and gang head down to the next steps. Though not everyone is happy with the newest member.
Other parts of the story can be found at:
promisetruth or promisefics (Fanfiction journal)
Note: I'm so sorry for how late this chapter is and how poorly written it is, things came up and I got stuck into a jam. Not the tasty kind either might I add. So before I just deleted the whole thing I'm putting Chapter/part four up. Once again let me thank you guys for supporting me, it sure does help. X-posted to Swooping_is_bad. If you haven't finished the Dalish quest in DA: O please don't read. And....let's see...I promise to have a better chapter next time.
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Mira had felt no sympathy for the werewolves or Witherfang. So when they looked to her for the answer, for her choice, she had easily spilt the blood of the beasts. She had listen to Zathrian's tale about his children and a fire deep with in her spurred her on to the nearest werewolf. Those who followed her had no choice but to help with slaying the humans transformed into their true nature. Zathrian used Witherfang's heart and cured the elves who had become infected, with that the Dalish promised her that they would be ready to aid her when the time came. She then left the Brecilian Forest both weary and depressed. Mira did not wish to go back to the outside world; though there was some comfort in dressing as a Dalish, with leather armor and a handmade bow that rested on her back. The only trouble with the Dalish armor was that it showed her stomach and with that it gave any straying eye a view to an angry, red scar that was apparent against her light skin. Her party members traded whispered inquiries about the fault.
"You know Mira, I have some lovely powder straight from Orlais that would cover that mark. Would you like some?" Leliana asked as they headed down the dirt path known as 'The West Road' to Redcliffe. "No one would ever know!" Mira ran her thumb over the raised scar.
"I once knew a Grey Warden who use to say that every scar had a story," mused the Templar. "Every day he would sit us down and show us a new scar and the tale that went with it. It got rather embarrassing when he ran out of the ones in a decent location ." Alistair shuddered and Morrigan's face twisted into disgust.
"A most disturbing thought."
"Does your scar have a tale Mira?" Leliana pondered. "Ooh a story would be most pleasing!" The scar did have a tale, a tale that Mira knew like the back of her hand.
Tamlen and Mira had been patrolling the area as the Clan got ready to pull back deeper into the forest. Humans had wondered too close and tensions were rising, the Keeper had suggested that they moved on. A breeze rustled the nearby trees and the sun poured through the canopy, other than the threat of humans it was a perfect day.
"Don't get lost in your own thoughts Lethallan!" Tamlen had laughed at her. "You are not very useful when you get like that."
"Oh hush," she giggled at him. "You would not even need my help if any Shems did appear." Flattery always made him happy. A smile had reached his lips. Mira did not know how long they had stayed on patrol but when the humans did arrive it was but an hour till sundown. Arrows whizzed past their heads as the two Dalish reached for their own bows. Five humans felled to them.
"That should be all of them," Tamlen said to her, he had been covered in sweat and probed a human with his boot. "It should be safe to head back to the Clan now." Mira had nodded to him. He had turned around, that is what she remembered, but she for some reason had still stayed in the same spot looking out to from where the Shems had come from. That is when it happened. The arrow hit her stomach. It pierced through her skin. It made Mira cry out in shock and pain. Tamlen quickly killed the human. She had tried to pull the shaft out. "No! Mira, Lethallan! Are you a fool? Do not pull it out." he had cried.
"But.." she had winced. "It...hurts!" Tamlen had easily picked her up and carried her though the forest. And during that time all Mira could think about was how strong he was being. Here she was acting like a Da'len. A child. "Tamlen, there is something I have wished to tell you..." Mira struggled to speak, her heavy breathing had made the statement difficult to say. Tamlen looked down at her, his face hard to see due to the dying sun.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Do not try to talk."
It was late when they reached the Clan and many were worried. Gasps and cries of outrage at the Shemlen echoed out from the clan mates. The Keeper met them solemnly.
"Do not worry Mira, we will heal you," she had motioned for Tamlen to place her on a mat. "We are going to have to cut near where the arrow has pierced, to pull it out without doing so will only cause more harm." For some reason this had scared Mira. She did not want this. She wanted to tell Tamlen that she loved him and wished that they would bond. To tell him that her heart was his and only his.
"No!" she screamed, twisting about on the mat. "No, Keeper!" The keeper had rolled her eyes at Mira's foolishness.
"You are a Dalish hunter, you are strong Da'len, stop moving!"
"Mira look!" Tamlen had called to her. He stood up and pulled out his hunting knife, it gleamed from the campfire. "If you're going to have a scar and go through pain then so will I!" he struck the knife into his side and grinned at her. "Doesn't hurt."
"By the Creators! Someone get that blade away from him!" the Keeper instructed, but a faint smile played along her lips. "You are lucky Mira to have someone like Tamlen." Mira winced as the woman sliced into her flesh but her eyes never left Tamlen's blue orbs who was getting bandaged up. He mouthed 'I love you'.
"I know Keeper, I am very lucky." she had responded.
Back then the scar had been a symbol of Tamlen's and her love for one and another; but now, in the current state of things, it was only an ugly blemish. A battle wound with no meaning.
"Just a cut. No meaning." Mira told everyone. The rest of the trip was spent in silence.
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It had been two days and restlessness had set in.
"You sit by as the Blight ravages your land, where is the logic to this?"
"We must check on Arl Eamon! I fear for his health."
"I can not stand this, if we stay here any longer then the ground will open up and swallow us whole!"
Angered barking.
Mira had heard it all. So had the voice inside her head. Fools. It said. They don't even notice how you feel about things. Shems, the only intent that they have is their own. Do not listen to their feeble whims. You are the leader, you should say where to go and when. And so Mira did. Instead of heading to Redcliffe where she had planned on going, the Dalish directed her group to the North, to the Circle Tower.
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"You're bringing the assassin with us now?" Alistair protested as Mira helped the defeated and former Crow.
"I do what I will Alistair." her voice was cold, she had not opened up to him since the incident in the Brecilian Forest. Partly due to not having any alone time with the man but mainly for the fact that if she did open up more to Alistair... well her walls would crumble and she would start to fall for him, leaving Tamlen in the dust. And she was not prepared for that. Neither was the voice. Maybe it was insanity that was talking to her, or guilt, or even some weird side effect from the mirror. Mira could not tell. Yet as long as it was there then she knew there was something left in this world for her to do, and it guided her.
"Ah, such a beautiful face matched only by the goodness of her heart." Zevran charmed. He was elven, and though Mira could smell the stink of living in the city and see that in some ways he lacked in the old, traditional, Dalish ways, he was a refreshing break to her current party. Alistair snorted at Zevran's remark.
"Oh sure he will say that! Just wait till that thing gets you alone Mira, he will murder you the minute he has a chance!"
"That man suggests some alone time with you, fair lady, I will not object." Zev winked and a blush grew up Mira's neck.
"I'm going to be sick," Alistair growled. How dare this elf just waltz in and get Mira to blush. The Templar thought back to the white flower he had picked, and spoke out loud. "You have to pull out the weeds to let the flower bloom."
"I did know you garden Alistair!" Leliana chimed in as everyone started to walk down the road again.
"Garden? What is 'garden'?" questioned Sten, his face set into a perfect scowl.
"He garden's does he?" came the witch's cruel laughter. "Why I am hardly surprised."
"I don't garden..." he mumbled staring at his leader and the newest member of the group. Already they had worked their way into a deep conversation.
"True," Morrigan purred. "That would take more brain cells, far more then you have Alistair."
"Damn you," he said. But the direction of the curse was not towards Morrigan but rather to a blond headed assassin who needed to learn to keep his paws to himself. Alistair's hand griped strongly at the hilt of his sword. "Taking away my flower, we will see about that."
Author: Promisetruth
Rating: T
Characters: Fem!Mahariel, Alistair, Tamlen (Erm, the thought of him), Morrigan, Leliana, Sten, Dog, and Zevran.
Pairing: Fem!Mahariel/Tamlen, Fem!Mahariel/Alistair
Summary: Female Dalish Elf (Mira Mahariel) and her journey as a Grey Warden. Her conflict with her old life and clan, more importantly with Tamlen, interferes with her choices and with her reactions to a certain Alistair. Finished with helping the Dalish clan in Brecilian Forest, Mira and gang head down to the next steps. Though not everyone is happy with the newest member.
Other parts of the story can be found at:
promisetruth or promisefics (Fanfiction journal)
Note: I'm so sorry for how late this chapter is and how poorly written it is, things came up and I got stuck into a jam. Not the tasty kind either might I add. So before I just deleted the whole thing I'm putting Chapter/part four up. Once again let me thank you guys for supporting me, it sure does help. X-posted to Swooping_is_bad. If you haven't finished the Dalish quest in DA: O please don't read. And....let's see...I promise to have a better chapter next time.
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Mira had felt no sympathy for the werewolves or Witherfang. So when they looked to her for the answer, for her choice, she had easily spilt the blood of the beasts. She had listen to Zathrian's tale about his children and a fire deep with in her spurred her on to the nearest werewolf. Those who followed her had no choice but to help with slaying the humans transformed into their true nature. Zathrian used Witherfang's heart and cured the elves who had become infected, with that the Dalish promised her that they would be ready to aid her when the time came. She then left the Brecilian Forest both weary and depressed. Mira did not wish to go back to the outside world; though there was some comfort in dressing as a Dalish, with leather armor and a handmade bow that rested on her back. The only trouble with the Dalish armor was that it showed her stomach and with that it gave any straying eye a view to an angry, red scar that was apparent against her light skin. Her party members traded whispered inquiries about the fault.
"You know Mira, I have some lovely powder straight from Orlais that would cover that mark. Would you like some?" Leliana asked as they headed down the dirt path known as 'The West Road' to Redcliffe. "No one would ever know!" Mira ran her thumb over the raised scar.
"I once knew a Grey Warden who use to say that every scar had a story," mused the Templar. "Every day he would sit us down and show us a new scar and the tale that went with it. It got rather embarrassing when he ran out of the ones in a decent location ." Alistair shuddered and Morrigan's face twisted into disgust.
"A most disturbing thought."
"Does your scar have a tale Mira?" Leliana pondered. "Ooh a story would be most pleasing!" The scar did have a tale, a tale that Mira knew like the back of her hand.
Tamlen and Mira had been patrolling the area as the Clan got ready to pull back deeper into the forest. Humans had wondered too close and tensions were rising, the Keeper had suggested that they moved on. A breeze rustled the nearby trees and the sun poured through the canopy, other than the threat of humans it was a perfect day.
"Don't get lost in your own thoughts Lethallan!" Tamlen had laughed at her. "You are not very useful when you get like that."
"Oh hush," she giggled at him. "You would not even need my help if any Shems did appear." Flattery always made him happy. A smile had reached his lips. Mira did not know how long they had stayed on patrol but when the humans did arrive it was but an hour till sundown. Arrows whizzed past their heads as the two Dalish reached for their own bows. Five humans felled to them.
"That should be all of them," Tamlen said to her, he had been covered in sweat and probed a human with his boot. "It should be safe to head back to the Clan now." Mira had nodded to him. He had turned around, that is what she remembered, but she for some reason had still stayed in the same spot looking out to from where the Shems had come from. That is when it happened. The arrow hit her stomach. It pierced through her skin. It made Mira cry out in shock and pain. Tamlen quickly killed the human. She had tried to pull the shaft out. "No! Mira, Lethallan! Are you a fool? Do not pull it out." he had cried.
"But.." she had winced. "It...hurts!" Tamlen had easily picked her up and carried her though the forest. And during that time all Mira could think about was how strong he was being. Here she was acting like a Da'len. A child. "Tamlen, there is something I have wished to tell you..." Mira struggled to speak, her heavy breathing had made the statement difficult to say. Tamlen looked down at her, his face hard to see due to the dying sun.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Do not try to talk."
It was late when they reached the Clan and many were worried. Gasps and cries of outrage at the Shemlen echoed out from the clan mates. The Keeper met them solemnly.
"Do not worry Mira, we will heal you," she had motioned for Tamlen to place her on a mat. "We are going to have to cut near where the arrow has pierced, to pull it out without doing so will only cause more harm." For some reason this had scared Mira. She did not want this. She wanted to tell Tamlen that she loved him and wished that they would bond. To tell him that her heart was his and only his.
"No!" she screamed, twisting about on the mat. "No, Keeper!" The keeper had rolled her eyes at Mira's foolishness.
"You are a Dalish hunter, you are strong Da'len, stop moving!"
"Mira look!" Tamlen had called to her. He stood up and pulled out his hunting knife, it gleamed from the campfire. "If you're going to have a scar and go through pain then so will I!" he struck the knife into his side and grinned at her. "Doesn't hurt."
"By the Creators! Someone get that blade away from him!" the Keeper instructed, but a faint smile played along her lips. "You are lucky Mira to have someone like Tamlen." Mira winced as the woman sliced into her flesh but her eyes never left Tamlen's blue orbs who was getting bandaged up. He mouthed 'I love you'.
"I know Keeper, I am very lucky." she had responded.
Back then the scar had been a symbol of Tamlen's and her love for one and another; but now, in the current state of things, it was only an ugly blemish. A battle wound with no meaning.
"Just a cut. No meaning." Mira told everyone. The rest of the trip was spent in silence.
******
It had been two days and restlessness had set in.
"You sit by as the Blight ravages your land, where is the logic to this?"
"We must check on Arl Eamon! I fear for his health."
"I can not stand this, if we stay here any longer then the ground will open up and swallow us whole!"
Angered barking.
Mira had heard it all. So had the voice inside her head. Fools. It said. They don't even notice how you feel about things. Shems, the only intent that they have is their own. Do not listen to their feeble whims. You are the leader, you should say where to go and when. And so Mira did. Instead of heading to Redcliffe where she had planned on going, the Dalish directed her group to the North, to the Circle Tower.
******
"You're bringing the assassin with us now?" Alistair protested as Mira helped the defeated and former Crow.
"I do what I will Alistair." her voice was cold, she had not opened up to him since the incident in the Brecilian Forest. Partly due to not having any alone time with the man but mainly for the fact that if she did open up more to Alistair... well her walls would crumble and she would start to fall for him, leaving Tamlen in the dust. And she was not prepared for that. Neither was the voice. Maybe it was insanity that was talking to her, or guilt, or even some weird side effect from the mirror. Mira could not tell. Yet as long as it was there then she knew there was something left in this world for her to do, and it guided her.
"Ah, such a beautiful face matched only by the goodness of her heart." Zevran charmed. He was elven, and though Mira could smell the stink of living in the city and see that in some ways he lacked in the old, traditional, Dalish ways, he was a refreshing break to her current party. Alistair snorted at Zevran's remark.
"Oh sure he will say that! Just wait till that thing gets you alone Mira, he will murder you the minute he has a chance!"
"That man suggests some alone time with you, fair lady, I will not object." Zev winked and a blush grew up Mira's neck.
"I'm going to be sick," Alistair growled. How dare this elf just waltz in and get Mira to blush. The Templar thought back to the white flower he had picked, and spoke out loud. "You have to pull out the weeds to let the flower bloom."
"I did know you garden Alistair!" Leliana chimed in as everyone started to walk down the road again.
"Garden? What is 'garden'?" questioned Sten, his face set into a perfect scowl.
"He garden's does he?" came the witch's cruel laughter. "Why I am hardly surprised."
"I don't garden..." he mumbled staring at his leader and the newest member of the group. Already they had worked their way into a deep conversation.
"True," Morrigan purred. "That would take more brain cells, far more then you have Alistair."
"Damn you," he said. But the direction of the curse was not towards Morrigan but rather to a blond headed assassin who needed to learn to keep his paws to himself. Alistair's hand griped strongly at the hilt of his sword. "Taking away my flower, we will see about that."