This was a mistake. Huge mistake. Colossal mistake. She'd sensed it since arriving and being told by Paarthurnax that Alduin would sense the Scroll and come himself. So she'd read it quickly, seen the Tongues of old fight him and she'd shivered deep in her bones as she saw Alduin in his prime, tearing Gormlaith apart like she was a training dummy. Gormlaith was more than three times the warrior Elisif was.
Alduin was going to kill her. Alduin was going to kill her, destroy the world, and Torygg would never be avenged, Skyrim never healed, the Reach never free, Erandur and Aranea never happy together, Cicero and Eola, Delphine and Brynjolf, both couples ended before they really got off the ground. Argis never getting to see if Farkas could make him happy.
Elisif never even thought to regret no happy ending for herself. It was the disappointing her friends that hurt the most. She'd already come to terms with her own future looking bleak.
Then the vision was over but she'd known Dragonrend, hearing the words and needing no dragon soul to teach her the meaning of mortality. She'd seen the evidence of life's fleeting finality for herself when Ulfric had killed her husband.
And then Alduin had turned up and now she was staring certain death in the face as the World-Eater arrived, vicious red eyes glaring down at her as she reached for her swords.
“Dovahkiin,” Alduin growled. “So you have learnt it. It did not save the Tongues. It will not save you.”
Elisif clutched Dragonbane, weapons at the ready. Maybe it hadn't helped poor Gormlaith. Maybe she'd still die regardless. But she would die fighting. When she got to Sovngarde, at least she wanted to be able to say to Torygg that she tried.
“That's not what will save me,” Elisif said through gritted teeth. “JOOR ZAH FRUL!”
Dragonrend hit Dragon-God and the battle was on.
The sky broke, rocks fell, Aranea's magic flashed into the sky, Erandur sent fire flying at Alduin, Paarthurnax whirled above them, and Argis's arrows did not miss often. But Alduin was a tough fight and Elisif could only Shout every minute or so, and Dragonrend didn't always hit him. But it hit often enough. Alduin would have to land and then she'd be able to strike, Argis at her side while the Dunmer sent spells flying in, and Dragonbane bit deep into Alduin's scaly hide.
It felt like hours but at long last, Elisif realised that Alduin was bleeding, wings torn and scales dented, breathing heavily and slouching away from her.
“Dovahkiin,” he growled. “You have grown strong.”
“I will not grow weaker,” Elisif gasped, dragon blood fired up by combat and fuelling her bravado.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 25.9
Alduin was going to kill her. Alduin was going to kill her, destroy the world, and Torygg would never be avenged, Skyrim never healed, the Reach never free, Erandur and Aranea never happy together, Cicero and Eola, Delphine and Brynjolf, both couples ended before they really got off the ground. Argis never getting to see if Farkas could make him happy.
Elisif never even thought to regret no happy ending for herself. It was the disappointing her friends that hurt the most. She'd already come to terms with her own future looking bleak.
Then the vision was over but she'd known Dragonrend, hearing the words and needing no dragon soul to teach her the meaning of mortality. She'd seen the evidence of life's fleeting finality for herself when Ulfric had killed her husband.
And then Alduin had turned up and now she was staring certain death in the face as the World-Eater arrived, vicious red eyes glaring down at her as she reached for her swords.
“Dovahkiin,” Alduin growled. “So you have learnt it. It did not save the Tongues. It will not save you.”
Elisif clutched Dragonbane, weapons at the ready. Maybe it hadn't helped poor Gormlaith. Maybe she'd still die regardless. But she would die fighting. When she got to Sovngarde, at least she wanted to be able to say to Torygg that she tried.
“That's not what will save me,” Elisif said through gritted teeth. “JOOR ZAH FRUL!”
Dragonrend hit Dragon-God and the battle was on.
The sky broke, rocks fell, Aranea's magic flashed into the sky, Erandur sent fire flying at Alduin, Paarthurnax whirled above them, and Argis's arrows did not miss often. But Alduin was a tough fight and Elisif could only Shout every minute or so, and Dragonrend didn't always hit him. But it hit often enough. Alduin would have to land and then she'd be able to strike, Argis at her side while the Dunmer sent spells flying in, and Dragonbane bit deep into Alduin's scaly hide.
It felt like hours but at long last, Elisif realised that Alduin was bleeding, wings torn and scales dented, breathing heavily and slouching away from her.
“Dovahkiin,” he growled. “You have grown strong.”
“I will not grow weaker,” Elisif gasped, dragon blood fired up by combat and fuelling her bravado.