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The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Other than clothes and weapons, judging from the mess and lack of a personal chest each, the Companions didn't seem to have much of a concept of other people's stuff. Shevawna made a mental note to find somewhere to stash her own things. Somewhere this lot wouldn't pinch them.

There was Tilma, an old lady who cleaned up after everyone and cooked, which was a little mean considering she was one of the oldest there. Back home, the elders (and by Forsworn standards, thirty was getting on a bit and forty was practically ancient) rarely did anything they couldn't persuade a younger member of the camp to do for them.

There was Ria, from some place called Cyrodiil, one of the big countries to the south, but who'd grown up on tales of adventure and Ysgramor from her Nord stepfather and come north to find out more. Enthusiastic, clearly up for a good bloodletting, and Not A Nord. Shevawna decided she was all right.

Then Torvar, clearly either not all there or off his face on something, probably the latter. Still, he seemed all right, even if he did keep squinting at her and musing he was sure he'd killed someone who looked like her a while back.

Njada turned out to be Definitely A Nord, who looked her over in disgust, said “they let you in?? Must be desperate,” and walked off.

“Sorry about her,” Aela said sheepishly. “She's always like that with newcomers. Takes a while to warm up to people.”

Shevawna had a feeling she'd have died and been reborn three times before Njada ever warmed up to her.

Then Athis who was not only Not A Nord but an elf. A real one! An actual elf!

“You're an elf!” Shevawna squealed. “With the ears! And the face, oh my god, pointy face and your eyes, my goodness, your eyes!”

“Yes, I'm an elf,” Athis sighed wearily. “Dunmer if you want to be specific. With a face, eyes and ears, most of us have them. And if you don't pull yourself together, yours may end up getting rearranged. Sera.”

Shevawna barely heard the threat of violence in amongst the general haze of real elf! She'd hardly met any before, other than Liriel, and after escaping a dragon together, Liriel was less like an elf by the end of it and more like a real person. Still, Shevawna recollected where she was and pulled herself together. Just because slanted eyes, thin faces and pointed ears were considered signs of beauty among the Reachfolk, meaning elves qualified by default as stunning, didn't mean she should harass the poor man.

“I'm very sorry, sirrah Athis,” she said quietly. “I don't see many elves back home, you see.”

Athis rolled his eyes. “Could tell that. Still, better than the usual reaction I get from humans.”

Upstairs, and the main hall seemed to be tables around a central fire, another new one on Shevawna – tables that was, the concept of a fire was not lost on her. Then a room off to one side that was the private quarters of one Vignar Grey-Mane, seen muttering darkly about the Aldmeri Dominion, and his servant Brill.

“Stormcloak supporters?” Shevawna asked, one hand going to her axe.

“Aye, that they are,” Aela admitted. “But as long as you don't ask Vignar about it, you'll be all right. He's an old man, he retired his blade some time ago.”

Shevawna made a mental note to keep her distance. Retired he might be but he didn't look incapable.

Then the training yard with straw dummies and targets – Shevawna would have to keep them in mind for when she wanted practice against enemies who let you hit them and didn't fight back. Fortunately, seeing Ria and Vilkas in a training session gave her a bit of hope she might get some practice in against a live opponent. And if she drew blood in the process, that was all too the good. Especially if it came from Vilkas, the stubborn son-of-a-bitch. Just because he had cheekbones and smouldering eyes didn't mean a good thrashing wouldn't do him good.

Shevawna definitely didn't think much of Nords with smouldering eyes, even if he had apparently carried her back here from Riverwood.

And then there was the Skyforge. A vast eagle looming over it, perched on a crag of rock that the entire complex seemed to be built around, it looked like an ordinary forge... but Shevawna could feel the magic. Old and powerful, fire like the sun, Shevawna could feel it throbbing from a good twenty feet away. And underneath it, a darker source of energy, night energy, intertwining with the Skyforge's fire, and in the middle... Sithis yes, fire and ice on each side and where they met, magic danced and the world was born.

Shevawna felt dizzy at the very thought.

“Where did it come from?” Shevawna whispered, staring up at it.

“No one knows,” Aela answered, leading her up the stairs. “Some say the gods built it. Others the dragons. Some say it was always here since the world began. All we know is it was here when the first Companions came by, looking for somewhere to settle. They found the Skyforge and used the remaining timbers of their ship to build Jorrvaskr, and the city grew up around them. It's always been worked by a member of Clan Grey-Mane. And right now that would be Eorlund. Hey, Eorlund! Is my shield ready yet?”

Eorlund turned out to be a white-haired Nord who must be well over forty. Old as a Hag, maybe. Shevawna wasn't terribly well-versed in what happened as someone got old. She'd not seen it happen very often.

“It's here, Aela. I was going to bring it to you earlier but I've been kept busy enough up here, and with Fralia how she is...”

“I know,” Aela said softly, taking the shield off him. “Thank you. How is she doing?”

Eorlund shrugged, clearly not a man at ease with words, not ones that weren't to do with smithcraft anyway.

“She has good and bad days. Sometimes she's almost her old self, but others...” He shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. He noticed her and nodded in her direction, seeming to become a little cooler. “Who's this and why's she walking around half-naked and covered in feathers?”

Before Shevawna could protest that these were the traditional clothes of her people, Aela stopped her.

“This is Shevawna. She's just joined us. She's from an obscure tribe some distance away and they all dress like that. Shevawna, this is Eorlund Grey-Mane. You need any smithing doing, he's your man.”

“I can do my own smithing,” Shevawna said proudly, and then she recalled that if she upset him he'd probably ban her from coming within ten feet of the forge and then she'd never get to listen to it sing while she worked it. “But I'm probably not as good as you, and I'm always willing to learn!” she added brightly. “It's a really pretty forge, let me know if you need an assistant!”

Eorlund just grunted but something in his attitude seemed pleased or at least less hostile.

“About time Kodlak found someone who knows her way round a forge,” Eorlund growled. “All right, you want to help or do your own work, you can as long as you don't make a mess or get underfoot.”

“Yes! Thank you!” Shevawna cried, some part of her conveniently overlooking the fact she was a Forsworn girl in the middle of the Nord heartland. But the Skyforge wasn't Nordic. It had a magic as old as time, older than Nords, from a time before this land was Skyrim. She'd do whatever it took to get close to it.

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Notes on the Rhanic:

Admorin - Nord man
Brenyeen - Princess
Mor Gwadoreen - Dark Brotherhood

OMG thank you so much for writing this. I'm secretly hoping the "ship" will be Vilkas. I mean what's the chance of my favorite AA on the meme writing my favorite Npc? I always marry him in-game. Anyway what ever you decide I just know it will be great. By the way I love that you write so many updates at once. It's really great and keep them coming!

Thank you! The large updates at once usually is because I'm posting on AO3 as well, and tend to post a chapter there every ten pages or so. But because of character limits on LJ, that means when it winds up here, it'll be anything from 7 to 13 separate posts.

Beautiful!

This is really good so far, I'm loving it, and all your work is good, especially the way it all interlinks. I like how Kodlak is setting up all these agreements and is... close with the Matrich, i may be wrong here, but is that from another story?

Also, I hope the pairing is with Aela, it's your choice of course, so it'sup to you to see where your amazing talent will take you, but i feel as if a huntress will have more to do with a forsworn woman. Dont get me wrong though, Vilkas would still be good, either one is hot.

Thank you! Kodlak/Keirine was indeed from The Raven and the Wolf, a story set twenty year prior to this one which I posted to page 5 of the meme earlier this year, so you are probably remembering that. Either that or someone else wrote Kodlak/Hagraven, but I don't think it's terribly likely. :)

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