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“Do you think they'd have liked it?” Caradach asked.

“He would. She'd have hated it,” Ancalime replied. It was a stone plinth with a great painted red eagle on top with wings spread, and a dragon sprawled at the bottom, painted red with gold eyes. The plinth had Madanach's portrait on the left, Liriel's on the right, both smiling eternally at each other, their names and dates of birth and death underneath. Below that was a slogan in both Rhanic and Tamrielic, reading “PARENTS OF A NATION. SAVIOURS OF THE WORLD. NEVER FORGET.”

“Cicero thinks it is an excellent likeness,” Cicero chirped up, bouncing up to stand next to Ancalime and examine the portraits. “Madanach looks very young, doesn't he? You can hardly see any wrinkles.”

“Liriel had grey hair when she died, that is not grey hair,” Ancalime nodded. “But I don't think either of them really wanted to be recorded for posterity as anything other than as they were at their prime.”

“Da always said his prime was as Reach-King the first time,” Caradach said solemnly. “When he had blonde hair, not silver. I can't really imagine him with hair any other colour. Even Ma didn't know him back then. I miss them.”

Ancalime's hand crept into his, as the aunt who'd always been more like a sister comforted him.

“So do I,” she said quietly. “But you know Madanach wanted to go by the end.”

“I know,” Caradach said roughly. “And when he did die, he wasn't the all-conquering fighter who raised me, I know that too. All the same... he had a choice! He could have stayed a vampire, or turned Ma or...” He wiped a tear from silver eyes just like his father's and Ancalime reached out to cuddle him.

“All things must die, caradion,” Ancalime whispered.

“Of course they must!” Cicero cooed from where he was lovingly stroking Liriel's portrait. “We would be out of a job otherwise!”

“Cali,” Caradach said, his voice muffled. “Can I stab him?”

“Surprised you asked,” Ancalime said crisply. “Your da never did.”

True enough, Caradach had lost count of the number of times he'd seen Madanach burn, freeze, shock or just life drain Cicero over the years whenever he lost patience with the ghostly jester. Unnerving to watch, but Caradach had learned an awful lot from watching his father at work. Now he'd never see him again and it was breaking his heart.

Tinny, electronic version of the Sky Song of the Reachmen burbled out and Caradach swore loudly as he reached for his phone. Small portable telecommunication devices that could in addition to contacting anyone with a similar device also dial into a mysterious Cloud in one of the Daedric Realms that could store knowledge. A bit weird having a Daedric portal in one's pocket but it was amazing what you could get used to. Such as the bloody thing going off at precisely the wrong moment.

“It's Teldryn. I'd better take this,” Caradach sighed. “Hey. Teldryn, cariad, what's up. You and Karliah OK?”

Ancalime sat back and watched while Caradach talked to his husband. Teldryn and Karliah, Caradach's Dunmer spouses, were friends of his mother and both older than him – but Caradach, much like his father, was persistent, determined and a little blind to convention, and had successfully seduced Teldryn Sero first and then they'd both coaxed Karliah out of seclusion and into their bed a decade or so later. Three adorable Dunmer-Altmer-Breton children, Brynja, Gallus and Lirion, had been the result. Madanach had taken the whole thing in his stride without batting an eyelid, Liriel had taken rather more convincing, but she'd been won round by grandchildren.

“Brynja's done WHAT?” Caradach shouted into the handset. “Tel, they don't even have dragons in Blacklight. Do they?”

Far in the distance, the very ground shook as the Greybeards Shouted for the first time in centuries.

“DOVAHKIIN!”

“Bollocking bloody daedra, all right, keep calm, don't do anything, I'm coming home on the next portal,” Caradach was saying, running fingers through his hair. “We'll figure this out. Somehow. Look, don't panic, Ma did the same and it never did her any harm. Brynja will be fine, just stay calm. Oh and Ma's dictionary of the Thu'um – I know for a fact there's a copy in Vlindrel Hall, we have to keep hiding it from Cicero. I'll get it and bring it to you, looks like Bryn's going to need it. See you soon, Tel. Yeah, you too. Kiss Karliah for me and tell the kids I'm on my way. Bye, cariad.”

Caradach hung up, still swearing profusely.

“What just happened?” Ancalime said innocently, although she could certainly guess.

“Dragon just attacked Blacklight, Brynja took its soul after the Redoran Guard killed it,” Caradach sighed. “I think my kid's Dragonborn and more than that, I think the dragons may have torn up the Paarthurnax Accord. Sure as fuck hope Alduin's not back. At least we've still got the Elder Scroll, and we know the words for Dragonrend and Odahviing'll give Brynja a lift to Skuldafn without us having to trap him this time. Also it's just possible the Blades will actually do what the fuck they're told this time round without Da having to besiege the Temple and threaten them.” Caradach stopped, looking at the memorial and remembering his father would be doing no such thing, and King Argis was not going to send the ReachGuard out just for the asking.

“What if they don't?” Ancalime asked, fingering her automated repeating crossbow. “Then what?”

“Then we do it without them. Or sneak in there and leave daggers in the Grand Master's headboard with cheerful little notes telling her to do her bloody job or else. Come on, you're the assassin, you know how to intimidate people, right? I just invent things.”

“Including some of the deadliest weaponry known to man,” Ancalime grinned. “Come on, uncle. We've got a bit of dragon blood in our veins too, you know. Let's go shoot some lizards down.”

“Let's kill someone!” Cicero squealed, taking off after the two Altmer as they ran for Markarth City Teleportal. Somewhere in the Void, Madanach and Liriel glanced up from where they were taking tea with Kaie and Red Eagle and reminiscing about old times, looked at each other and smiled. The world was in excellent hands.

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A/N: And that is the end. I hope you've enjoyed it, this fic's been a joy to write. Thank you for all the comments, I've really appreciated them!

It is possible that more fics may get written in this universe, but Madanach and Liriel's story is essentially done. Ar aglar y Rhan. I don't know what TESVI will bring, probably absolutely nothing on the Forsworn, but in my head, this is what happens really. :)

I don't even know where to begin on how much I love this. I've been following this since you wrote the first fic.

My only wish now is that we see Sabrinda/Gelebor culminating in half Falmer half Altmer babies, and said babies go on to consensually seduce Falmer women and have uncorrupted babies.

*blushes* Thank you, kind anon, you've made me very proud and a little embarrassed.

I didn't get the chance to write it into the fic, something I kind of regret, but Sabrinda and Gelebor did eventually get together and have a couple of kids. At the time of the coming of the Second Dragonborn, it's too early to tell if their lines will yield full-blooded true Snow Elves, but thanks to Keirine's breeding programme, there's hardly anyone in Baila Siantri who doesn't carry some Snow Elf genes so it looks promising. :)

Also I would LOVE to see Caradach/Teldryn/Karliah....

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