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Elisif sprinted up the steps, darting past servants and guards and ignoring Erikur calling to her if she'd sorted out that dragon. She'd sort him out if he didn't shut up, shouting Su and carving him into – oh gods. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She didn't know what had happened, but she was scared and terrified and there was this new power in her now, this thing that wouldn't go away and really really wanted to fight, fight them all until they were all on their knees, all calling her Lady Queen and... oh gods, what was wrong with her??

She reached into a cupboard and grabbed a goblet and a bottle of Colovian brandy swiped from Elenwen's last party. Her hand shook as she poured herself a measure... and another... and then she gave up on the glass and just swigged a mouthful straight from the bottle. The taste burned her throat, but she didn't care. She collapsed on the bed, vaguely aware of Falk hammering on the door and shouting her name.

“Elisif! Elisif! Open the door!”

Elisif ignored him. The brandy was making her feel reckless, a warm shield that normally made her feel at ease with the world, but now made her feel just that bit more predatory. This was her palace, her strunmah (what in Oblivion was a strunmah??), the red joor could wait until she was ready (joor??).

“Leave me alone!” she snapped.

“Not until we've talked!” Falk shouted. “Elisif, what happened? What did that dragon do to you?”

Better ask what I did to that dragon, and that was another thing she resented, the implication that it was always other people doing things to her, not her doing things to other people.

“Nothing!” Elisif cried. “It didn't do anything, it was dead. I don't know what happened!”

“Elisif,” Falk called from behind the door, sounding worried. “My Jarl, people are talking. They're saying you took its soul, that you're...”

“DOVAHKIIN!!!!!” The room shook as the great Shout rolled across the sky, causing the room to shake and Elisif to sober up very very quickly. What in the name of Kyne... was that the Greybeards?!

“Falk,” Elisif called, feeling her heart start to pound. “Falk, I'm not... I'm not Dragonborn. Am I?”

Silence. Not a sound, and that was worse than if he'd said yes, because it meant yes, didn't it? She'd taken that damn dragon's soul.

“Oh gods,” Elisif whispered, and she finally lost all semblance of control. Rolling over, she began to cry. Falk clearly took that as an invitation to come in, because he was opening the door, closing it behind him and then sitting on the bed next to her, patting her awkwardly on the shoulder. Elisif didn't even care any more. She just turned over and rested her head in his lap, like she used to do with her father as a girl. Falk stroked her hair, saying nothing.

“I can't be Dragonborn, Falk, I just can't,” she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “I'm not a mighty warrior or anything, I'm just a foolish young girl who doesn't know what she's doing half the time.”

“No, you're a very brave young woman who's come through a lot and is stronger than she knows, than any of us knew,” said Falk gently. “It's all right, Elisif, no one's going to ask you to fight a dragon on your own. But you just stopped one coming back. That's special. That just saved your city.”

Third dragon attack that week – but not the third dragon and Elisif knew it. Well, it wouldn't be coming back. Others might though, especially if they knew the Dragonborn was here, and thanks to the Greybeards, everyone now knew there was a Dragonborn.

“I'm going to have to go to High Hrothgar, aren't I?” Elisif whispered. “What do you think they want?”

“I don't know, but don't be afraid,” Falk said, squeezing her shoulder. “I think they just want to meet you, make sure you're not going to use your powers for ill. And then I think they're going to train you in how to Shout.”

How to Shout. She'd seen Shouting before, when Ulfric had come and challenged Torygg and... He'd Shouted then, misused everything the Greybeards had taught him, and then the sword had come plunging down on her helpless husband as Falk and Bolgeir had held her back while she'd screamed. Ulfric had stood back, looking satisfied after butchering a man less than half his age, and he'd glanced at her, shrugged and just said that the price for freedom was a high one. A high one! He'd not been the one paying it. She'd lunged at him, but not been able to break free and a good thing too or she'd have been joining Torygg in Sovngarde. She almost wished she had.

Shouting. The power of the Thu'um. It was said to take years to learn even a single word of it. Years, and yet she'd learnt a word off a wall ages ago and just unlocked it in seconds today without even knowing she was doing it. In five minutes she'd learnt a third of what Ulfric knew, and he'd been at High Hrothgar for years.

“I could learn to Shout,” she said, the fear subsiding. “Like... like Ulfric.”

“Hopefully not like him!” Falk said firmly. “But yes, that's the general idea. You take the souls of dead dragons and use them to Shout with.”

Like Ulfric. No, better than Ulfric. Elisif knew then what she had to do.

Falk was still talking, staring off into space.

“Don't worry, Elisif, we can take care of the dragon-killing for you,” he was saying. “I'll talk to General Tullius, get him to spare the men to go dragon-hunting. They can kill the beasts then you can walk in and take the souls.”

“No.” Elisif sat up, not even sure where this determination was coming from, but if she didn't stand up for herself over this, she'd be a slave for life, she just knew it.

“What do you mean, no? You can't possibly mean to start fighting dragons by yourself!”

“I mean to do exactly that!” Elisif snapped. “No dragon relies on others to kill her foes for her!”

“Elisif, you're not a -” Falk began, now completely confused, but the look on Elisif's face stopped him.

“I'm going to need my armour, the good set,” said Elisif, mentally cataloguing the contents of her armoury. “And that ebony war axe with the fire enchantment on it. Get me a sword too, ebony or glass if possible. Suppose I should take a bow and arrows too – decent set of those please, and a big batch of low-end arrows – I never was any good at archery, I imagine I'll miss a lot. Also some healing and stamina potions and some fire resistance potions, and I want five hundred septims from the treasury. And another five hundred set by in case that runs out. And some food as well. And tell Sybille I want to see her before I go.”

“Go?” said Falk, looking a bit frantic. “Go where? High Hrothgar?”

“Initially, yes, but after that, who knows?” said Elisif, shrugging. “Depends what the Greybeards tell me.”

“You – you're not coming back?” Falk breathed, going pale. “But Elisif, Solitude needs you!”

“Skyrim needs me!” Elisif sighed. “There's dragons attacking everywhere and it seems I'm the only one that can stop them. You don't need me here, Falk, you can keep this city going quite well without me for a bit.”

“Elisif, you can't just go travelling off round Skyrim!” Falk protested. “It's dangerous! Quite apart from the dragons, we're at war! If the Stormcloaks got their hands on you...!”

Elisif's eyes narrowed as she contemplated the thought of laying eyes on Ulfric again.

“If Ulfric finds me, he will find he has taken on more than he bargained for,” she said, amazed at just how calmly she was considering the possibility of smashing Ulfric's skull open with an axe. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have a country to save... and a husband to avenge.”

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A/N: Hope you like the start - I do have more written but it may be a while before I can post it.

Not the original Prompter, but holy crap, I was hoping someone would pick up this prompt, this is entirely too good, looking forward to the rest!

Coming to you this summer...its Elisif the fair in. Kill Ulfric. (yeah Im normally not for establish npcs as the DB...but this is one who deserves that spotlight)

This whole idea is brilliant. Possible Dragonborn!High Queen without some over the top F!PC creation. Elisif is perhaps the best Jarl to be DB. She may be a bit naive, but she is the nicest and most selfless of the lot. It will be great to see her develop in this.

O.O Holy crap. Elisif can really do stuff when she wants to, I knew that, but this... A!A, please keep writing! This is a brilliant take on character and game! (although it's going to be difficult in the beginning, I'm not sure she knows how to fight...)

Yes, she is going to have a bit of a tough time of it - UESP does list Two-Handed and One-Handed and Light Armour as skills of hers, so I am going to assume that she's had a few lessons, although you are correct in assuming she's not had a lot of practical experience. Never mind, we were all newbies once - she'll get there in the end. Thanks for commenting!

You tell me nothing but lies, kinkmeme! The title says there's new parts to this, but it's only showing 1.4!

You coy little /bitch/!

There is a new part!

It was posted as a reply to the original prompt, go to the parent for this whole section and scroll down, I promise it is there!

Passerby!Anon is currently squeeing at this unique plot!
*sets up camp* Eagerly awaiting the next installment, A!A. <3

Parts 2 and 3 are up already! And part 4 is going up tonight. Enjoy.

Way to go, Elisif! You go, girl!
*munches on popcorn*
I can't wait to see what happens next!

Parts 2, 3 and 4 are already up! Go to the original post this was a response to then scroll down to find them...

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