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Not so Steel-Hearted [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

The day was nice, the trees were swaying in the breeze, and the sun warmed Torin's freckled nose as he and Borgakh walked along the road. He reached for her hand, and she withdrew, causing Torin to stop and glace back at her. "Something wrong?" Borgakh shook her head and pressed on, leaving a shrugging Torin to saunter behind her.

Mor Khazgur had been quite a hassle to find, but Torin had been persistant. He grew up in Valenwood, and had never known an Orc Stronghold. Fortunately for him, the strongholds in Skyrim were quite willing to welcome a newcomer in exchange for doing a few favors. While Mor Khazgur had proved to hold nothing but a couple of ore veins, he had found Borgakh there, and was very happy.

Today, though, they were searching for Largashbur, another orc stronghold that Torin was interested in. It would only be a short stop on their way to Riften, but he still wanted a place he could easily access if he wanted a few questions answered about his orc lineage. Borgakh stopped ahead of him, staring up at the darkening sky and making small noises in the back of her throat. "We should stop soon." She said gruffly, making the tips of his toes

Torin smiled and patted the knapsack on his back. "We can stop now, if you want." Borgakh eyed him for a second before nodding. They worked together to pitch the tent and start the fire. After a moment of admiring their handiwork, Torin took out his bow and offered to kill some game for their dinner. Borgakh nodded in approval. Torin smiled toothily at her and went out. He found and killed a small deer, one whose antlers could easily be ground into alchemy ingredients, and whose leftover meat wouldn't be cumbersome the next day. When he made it back to their campsite, Borgakh was leaning against a tree, asleep. He smiled at her again and began to think that, maybe, he had been falling in love with her.

He chose a medium sized piece of meat and rigged up a rotisserie from supplies in his knapsack. As the smell began wafting in the night breeze, Borgakh woke hungry, as Torin knew she would. He gave her the piece and began another small piece for himself.

The night was quiet, but the fire crackling between them had things to say even when they didn't. It was comfortable, at least to Torin. Borgakh had a strange, almost pained, look on her face. Torin's heart started beating. Had he fully cooked her piece? Or was the meat tainted? "Borgakh?" He stood and crossed over to her, where she moved away from his touch. "Is everything okay? Was the meat good?" Borgakh nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. Her face contorted and she stood, taking a few steps away from the fire. "Hey." Torin called, "Don't leave. If the meat wasn't any good, I might have a sweet roll or two you could have."

She whirled around to face Torin. "What are your intentions?" She asked, her voice sounded angry, but Torin couldn't make out any facial features. His intentions? What'd that mean?

"I didn't poison the meat, if that's what you're hinting at." His heart throbbed in his chest, how could she think that? Torin watched as she fished something out of her pocket, tossing it down near his feet. The familiar carvings danced in the firelight, as he recognized the insignia, heat rose to his face. "Oh." He stated, "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

"Then how were you going to tell me?" Borgakh's voice had become distant, it sounded like she had turned away from him. Torin put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off and moved towards her bedroll.

"I don't know." This was getting exasperating. "I expected to have something set up, but I hadn't really thought out the details yet. I was thinking about telling you in Riften."

"Oh." She scoffed, pulling the furs over her head, "So that I could walk all the way back across Skyrim alone?"

Not so Steel-Hearted [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

"What?!" Torin got down on his knees next to Borgakh and pulled the furs down, revealing her streaked war paint. His mouth opened in a silent gasp. Tears of his own springing to his eyes. "Well if you hate me so much why'd you let me pay the dowry?!" Torin shouted as the tears began stinging his eyes accompanied by a lump rising in his throat. The combination forced him to sob against his will.

"I don't hate you!" she shouted back.

"Then why wouldn't you marry me?!" Another sob escaped Torin's throat and he threw himself against the ground childishly.

"Marry you?" their voices lowered and they looked at each other for a moment.
"Yeah." Torin whispered.

The silence between them grew tense and a far away wolf howled at the moon. Borgakh wiped away her tears with a fist, smearing the red war paint decoration her cheeks. She shifted in her bedroll and finally broke eye contact. "I thought you were planning on marrying someone else." She explained quietly, a hint of embarrassment in her tone. "You'd been dragging me to all of the strongholds, I thought you were... Looking for a more suitable mate."

Torin sat up. The idea made sense, "Like, I was just hanging onto you in case I didn't find anyone better?"

Sheepishly, Borgakh nodded. Suddenly, Torin began laughing. He held his sides as he rolled back and forth on the fallen leaves. "It's not funny!" Borgakh growled, upset with his behavior. "You act like a child sometimes!"

Torin sat up and nodded, still giggling. "But it's nice. Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to laugh and cry and feel without any restraints?" Slowly he reached up and cupped her oval face in his slender hands. He pressed a kiss to her tusks and then to her lips. "We won't be living in a stronghold." He whispered against her lips. "You don't have to hide your emotions anymore."