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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2f/?

[(Anonymous)]

Olria had gone down to Whiterun for the day, healing the wounded again. Farengar looked forward to her return that evening. He’d already procured a fine wine from Belethor’s General Goods for dinner. The best part, though, was how he had displayed a number of new letters from northern Skyrim across his desk.

It turned out that bandits had intercepted a number of letters meant for Farengar. Once the Companions had cleaned out their den, they’d seen that the court wizard received them. These replies held some very fascinating news, indeed. Farengar had all but verified the location of several dragon “nests,” as he liked to call them. Places where dragons seemed to be making themselves at home in the mountains. It would be a remarkable opportunity to study them, especially since one of the closest nests was only a day or two out of Whiterun.

He knew Olria would agree. Now, if only he could convince the Jarl as well…

The great doors to Dragonsreach slammed open. Farengar looked up from his evening preparations. No one slammed doors in the presence of the hot-tempered Jarl Balgruuf the Greater.

The court wizard watched in growing amazement as three Stormcloaks strode up the hall and passed beyond his line of sight. Farengar threw himself out of his chair and stood at the threshold of his workroom. He didn’t have to hear the words the Stormcloak soldiers uttered to understand what was happening. They presented a great axe to the Jarl. It could only mean Ulfric Stormcloak intended to march on Whiterun.

Farengar stood stock-still. What would Jarl Balgruuf do?

The Jarl rose from his throne and looked down on the worn Stormcloaks before him. Farengar did not hear what he said to them, but he pushed the axe back into their hands. He’d chosen the Imperials.

The Stormcloak soldiers stormed out of the keep hall. “You’ve made the wrong choice, Balgruuf,” one of them shouted. “I wonder if the true High King of Skyrim will let you live long enough to regret this day.”

“Jarl Ulfric’s army is only a day away from Whiterun,” said the other. “Pray your Imperials rally in time to spare you.”

Farengar watched the men leave, his stomach feeling as if it were made of lead. He could already imagine flames gnawing away at his workroom, obliterating years of his research.

Soon, no one in Whiterun would be safe – especially those in Dragonsreach.

***

“There’s something bothering you,” Olria said to Farengar. “I mean, look at this letters! And all you’re doing is brooding over your wine. Which I think you may have had too much of, by the way.”

Farengar looked at her over the rim of his goblet. He really hadn’t intended to spoil the evening, but it seemed inevitable. “You must have noticed the soldiers swarming the city,” he began.

“I did. But I didn’t ask about it.”

“Ulfric Stormcloak will attack Whiterun at dusk tomorrow.”

The letter Olria had been holding fell from her fingers and drifted to the floor. She stared at Farengar as he bent to pick it back up.

“You are gaping at me like a fish,” Farengar said.

“An army,” the woman replied. “Attacking Whiterun. Us. Here?”

“I can only hope Jarl Balgruuf the Greater will have enough time to summon the nearby Imperial forces. They have been anticipating a move like this for some time now, and it has finally forced the Jarl to choose one side or the other.”

“Gods, no,” Olria whispered. “They’ll destroy the place – imagine all the books, all your research! Your work is irreplaceable!”

Farengar smiled to himself despite the gravity of the situation. Funny how both of them should think of the books first, and the outcome of the war second.

Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 2f/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Gods, no,” Olria whispered. “They’ll destroy the place – imagine all the books, all your research! Your work is irreplaceable!”

Olria has got a little thing for him now. She just doesn't realize it yet! OP love the pacing and the story twists and turns. Was definitely not expecting an epic Farengar fill of this magnitude and creativity!