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Lendri looked down into the gently rippling water of the bay. It was rather murky, but a large, ruffly red fish was swimming around, snapping at the fruit rinds and other bits of detritus floating in the water. He'd never seen a fish of that size, and hung far out over the rail to get a closer look. A hand grabbed the back of his collar, and he stepped back.

"Don't be falling over the side." It was Teldryn.

"Really, don't," One of the crewmembers added. SHe was a Redguard woman in her fifties, watching the captain's argument with interest."All the sewers drain into the bay. Hadj fell in when we got here last week and he's still sick."

"Did he?" Lendri had wondered where Hadj had been. Before he could think about going to find him, Teldryn spoke up.

"By the way, here's that letter I mentioned. The courier said it was from Valenwood." He handed Lendri a bent and rather creased piece of parchment, sealed with an unstamped piece of dark wax. 'Lendri' was written on the front, with 'Naia and Sondis' written smaller, in the corner.

"Oh, good. I haven't heard from them in too long. I was beginning to think they'd forgotten all about me. Or...or something." He chuckled.

"You thought they were dead."

"Yeah, I did, a little."

They found a spot in the shade behind some crates, and Lendri opened the letter while Teldryn sat next to him, reading over his shoulder and eating a pomegranate.

'Lendri, we're so glad to hear that you're well. Everything here at the village is going on as it always has, and hopefully will for a long time to come. The tribe are all in good health and are happy more often than not. Your father says, don't worry about the Thalmor, they don't want a swampy part of the forest and even if they did the trees here would keep them out. We can't wait to see you and meet this Teldryn you mentioned. I'm glad you're happy, but I hope you've chosen wisely.

Now there is the matter of your soul. Lendri, when you wrote us about being Dragonborn, I must say that niether of us truly understood, but it seemed, at least that you were safe. Perhaps even protected from harm now that you could wield ancient magics. But now you say you have bound your soul to Herma-Mora.
Do you not remember one single tale from your childhood? Herma Mora is no woodsprite. He is a cruel and cunning old god and it will not be easy to get your soul from his grasp. We can't believe you've done this. You say you needed to do this but whatever it is, the price is too great. Old Ereven knows of a shaman, Kubwa, who lives by the deep falls and is skilled in dealings with daedra. Go to him. Your soul is not for anyone but yourself!

Please stay out of any more trouble.

Naia and Sondis

"I knew they'd be upset." Lendri sighed and put his head down in his hands. A gust of wind set the letter quivering away over the deck and Teldryn anchored it with his foot before it could get away.

"Well, 'Mother, Father, I sold my soul to a Daedra' is not a message you can deliver without some pain. Maybe you should have clarified that this was another thing you were doing for the sake of the world."

Lendri mumbled something into his palms that Teldryn didn't catch.

"You're being awfully melodramatic about this. Did you expect them to be happy?"

Lendri looked up then. "You don't know what they're like when they're like this! They don't get mad like normal folks. They never did. They would just look at me with this quiet disappointment and it makes you feel guilt like you wouldn't believe. And when I read that letter I could just see it, the both of them, looking sad and disappointed."

"There is still half of this left, if you think it will improve your outlook any." Teldryn held out the pomegranate.

"It won't," Lendri said, but he took it anyway.

Passerby!anon sstopping to say I adore this story so far, and your other fills as well! Lendri's backstory is interesting and I can't wait to hear more about it!

So very parental. Being the Dragonborn, yeah, fine, gotta kill things occasionally, whatever, but I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO SELL YOUR SOUL TO A FUCKING DAEDRIC PRINCE where did i go wrong

Also I am totally fangirling over Lendri.

I love these stories. They're adorable and humorous - and also you seem to be the only person left on the Meme who writes slash. (Okay, that's very slightly my fault for not posting anything here in ages - but there must be more than two writers who like M/M!)

"That's the house there, at the top of the hill." Lendri's elation was short lived. "Oh no, Teldryn, what if they hate you?"

"A little late to start worrying about that, don't you think?"

"I don't know? It'll make things awkward though, since you don't deserve to be hated."

They had arrived at the village after another month on the ship and a couple of weeks of walking through the jungle. Their progress had been considerably slowed as they grew closer by Lendri making detours to see if places he remembered were still the same, and considerably colored by the absurd tales that went with each one. Lendri's tribe lived in a sprawling, overgrown stone ruin that had perhaps been a temple complex at some point. Naia and Sondis made their home on a ridge on the western side of the village. Now Lendri and Teldryn were nearing the house.

"What if they've decided I'm no longer worthy to be their son?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If they were going to do that the letter would've said 'P.S.: Don't come back.' Take my word for it."

Lendri and Teldryn rounded the corner of the house. Two elves were sitting on the stone stairs out front.

"Hey." Lendri smiled, hesitantly.

"Lendri?"

"You're back!"

Teldryn stood to one side while all the greetings and hugging went on, feeling slightly out of place even as he rather enjoyed watching their happiness. Naia had a round face, kind but slightly anxious. Her cheeks were etched with light green tattoos and her light brown hair had been bound in a loose braid. It was clear Lendri had taken after his father, who had an angular face and cunning eyes. His face was lined in the way of one who smiled often. Eventually they noticed the Dunmer. Sondis gave him a skeptical look, then grinned up at him mockingly (But that's Lendri's grin, Teldryn thought, foolish and a little unnerved) and said,

"So who's this pretty little thing?"

Lendri looked mortified.

"Pleased to meet you," Teldryn said, trying not to smile at Lendri's expression.

Naia smiled."Well, at least you're polite. Come on you two. I think there's something leftover from dinner if you're hungry."

They all sat out back at stone bench, covered with moss so that it seemed to have grown from the ground. Over some kind of cold roast meat (Teldryn hoped in the back of his mind that it wasn't some enemy of Lendri's family) they told of the trip and of life in Skyrim and Solstheim.

"So, Skyrim. You've written, sure, but it's not the same as hearing it told," Sondis prompted.

"Where do I begin? Well, it's got mountains, they go really high up and the view is beautiful, you can see the whole world, almost, or most of Skyrim anyway. And it's cold, but, you know that. The snow is amazing! It's like feathers made of ice. But--you don't know ice, do you? It's like glass that melts into water when it gets warm. And did I ever write to you about mammoths?"

"You did. Did you ever manage to get one?"

"I did find one, a calf wandering around. But they wouldn't let me take it into Whiterun, that's one of the Nord towns, built on a mountain. So I paid to have her put up in the stable. For a while she seemed happy but she escaped the stable one night while I was gone. There was just this big hole in the wall and they said she left because a mammoth herd was passing in the distance, calling out. She's probably better off."

"Probably. A animal that age belongs with it's mother," Naia decided.

"And after that whole Alduin business--"

"What was Alduin, anyway?" Sondis asked.

"Oh--just a very dangerous dragon that was rallying the others."

That's an understatement, Teldryn thought.

"Anyway, after that I spent a year in Winterhold, studying various aspects of telekinesis. I can move things with my mind now! I was no good at everything else."

"We got just two letters from you all that year," Naia said.

"Well--sorry. I guess mail didn't really make it out of Winterhold that easily."

"And one of them was three or four lines," Sondis recounted, amused. "'Mother, Father, I am still alive, and I will stay that way unless mid season exams kill me, they are not difficult but there are too many. Sorry this is brief but the courier is almost out the door and I am writing this on borrowed time, with borrowed paper. Love and I hope you are both well.' And then a long scrawl."

"Oh, the scrawl was because the courier got tired of waiting while I was signing my name and pulled the letter out from under my hand."

"I told you it was something like that," Sondis commented to his wife. "You were entertaining the notion that he was losing his mind."

"I only entertained it for a moment," Naia clarified, then changed the subject. "What about the Nords. What are they like?"

"Well, tall. Broad. Pale skin, pale hair, pale eyes. Kind of interesting to look at. Loud. They like to fight but they think kicking, scratching, biting, hairpulling and elbowing are dishonorable. They're really concerned with honor. A lot of things can make you dishonorable, like sneaking up on people, stealing..."

"How do they have any kind of fight, then?," Sondis wanted to know. "They what, howl at eachother?"

Lendri considered this. "Well, that and punch eachother. They're also really into boasting and drinking. But now I'm making them sound like oafs." Lendri laughed. "They're not, not all of them anyway. They have their traditions, music and songs, and they build massive temples for their dead, who wake up, because they get bored, mostly, of lying around."

"That's not true," Teldryn interjected. "It's necromancers and old magics. The dead don't get bored."

"How would you know? You've not got any experience at it, unless you're a zombie and you've not been entirely honest with me. I think I would've noticed by now though. The worms or the ever diminishing appendages, or the lack of personality or something. But, it would explain a lot of things though too," Lendri continued wickedly. "Like the stench, and the dullness of mind."

Teldryn knit his brows at the mental image.

"Now you're overthinking that, I can tell."

"No, I'm picturing what it would be like."

Lendri elbowed him, smirking, and Teldryn caught his expression and smiled in spite of himself. "Overthinking, like I said."

Naia cut in. "You two seem to get along well enough, after a fashion. But, I didn't expect him to be so much older."

There was an uncomfortable silence. "He's not that much older," Lendri said. "I'm not some naif being led around by my nose if that's what you're thinking."

"No, it's not. I'm wondering what your intentions are, Teldryn."

"Intentions? There was never an exact plot or a course of action. I'm not manipulating him or lying about my feelings."

Naia and Sondis looked somewhat skeptical.

"He didn't just up and seduce me. I hired him." Lendri added.

Lendri's mother put a hand over her mouth in shock. Sondis shook his head. "Really, a prostitute? You're not that ugly."

"I hired him as guide, not to--not for the use of his body!" Lendri put his head down on the table in embarrassment. Teldryn patted his shoulder.

Lendri's parents laughed.

(Thanks anons :] I do love writing Lendri and Teldryn. The only thing is I have to stop writing these long long stories about them. It takes time away from writing my own ideas. I'm not planning on disappearing, just maybe shortening the stories up a bit.)

I really love these two. I don't mind the idea of short stories as long as I get my fix
great job, as always

Later that evening, a few stars were showing through the canopy of the branches, and the yellow wisp lights were casting a strange soft glow over everything. The talk had petered out and after a short while, Sondis spoke, his face suddenly grave.

"Lendri, what are you going to do about your soul?"

"Oh that," Lendri said, flustered.

"Yes, 'that'. How can you act like it means nothing?"

"That's--that's not it--"

"Why did you do this?" Naia asked. "You have always been so happy, kind, bright of spirit. The thought of you being trapped and twisted by that demon, forever...it breaks my heart."

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Lendri said lamely.

"Have you taken complete leave of your senses?" Sondis asked. "How could you do this to us? More importantly, how could you do this to yourself? Whatever Herma Mora promised you in return is not worth this. Nothing is worth the price you've paid."

Lendri shook his head and said nothing, looking down at the table. Why is he not telling them the truth, Teldryn wondered, wanting to blurt out everything. But Lendri's continued silence stopped him. He figured there must be a reason for it, and felt unsure about intervening.

"Answer me."

"Herma Mora had something I needed. People were going to die if I didn't get it."

"At least their souls wouldn't get enslaved for all eternity. I don't think you understand just how long eternity is."

"I do understand. That's why I'm going to find a shaman and get this all straightened out."

"I pray it's as easy as you think it will be," Naia said. "I don't know what we're going to do if you can't get your soul back. It's too horrible to think about, our only child..." her voice grew unsteady and she trailed off. Sondis put an arm around her.

"I'm sorry," Lendri ventured.

Sondis gave him a long look, sorrowful and searching. "Don't apologize to us. It is yourself that you've hurt the most."

Lendri looked back down. Teldryn tried to take his hand under the table but misjudged the distance in the half dark, and ended up groping Lendri's right leg, which earned him an incredulous side long glare.

"I'm going home," Lendri said, standing abruptly. "I'll go to Kubwa tomorrow."

"Wait, where are we going?" Teldryn glanced at Naia and Sondis for a moment before getting up to follow Lendri.

"I have a place of my own. Hopefully it hasn't been turned into a den by some jaguar or boar."

Teldryn waited until the clearing where they'd talked was hidden by a curve in the road before speaking.

"Why didn't you tell them the whole truth?"

Lendri rounded on him so quick Teldryn almost ran into him. "What in Oblivion were you thinking feeling me up at a time like that, in front of my parents, of all people?"

"I was trying to take your hand! I just reached too far in the dark."

"Oh, okay then, good. Nevermind." He kept walking.

"Anyway, I was asking why you didn't tell the truth."

"Well, what difference does it make, the reason? My soul is still sold no matter why I did it."

"So to your mind, you're no different from some crazed wizard who sold his soul for arcane knowledge, or some power hungry lord who sold his soul for power."

"I didn't say that."

"By saying that it makes no difference because the end result is the same, you implied--"

"Alright, so it was implied. I'm really not in the mood to argue logic or whatever it is that you're arguing right now."

"Don't get angry. I just want to understand why you only gave them half of the truth."

Lendri didn't answer. After a quarter of an hour they arrived at a small stone building with a deep river flowing by outside.

"Is this where you lived?"

"Yes. Looks like it's still empty."

There was a leather flap in front of the door, like a tent entrance. Inside a few leaves had blown in from the window, which had no pane. There were two and a half rooms, the third being partly crumbled and without a roof. One wall had collapsed and the stream could be seen. Bone chimes were strung in the window and some furs were strewn before the small, cold hearth. A few unusual rocks sat on the mantel piece, and the walls had been half painted with stylized vines and animals. They leaned their traveling gear against the wall and lay on the furs in the moonlight. Outside the river flowed, quiet and musical.

"You know why I don't tell them? This is going to sound stupid."

"I'm listening."

"It feels like maybe, if they don't know about it, if no one knows about it here at home, then here I can pretend that it didn't happen. This is a place untouched by all that, and if they have to think that I'm some flighty fool to keep it that way, then, alright, that's something I can live with."

Teldryn reached for Lendri's hand and found it this time. He didn't know what to say.

"But on the other hand, I couldn't just not tell them a thing. They sort of have a right to know."

"I think I understand."

It seemed that was the end of the conversation. The Dunmer had almost fallen asleep when Lendri tugged at his hand and spoke again.

"Teldryn, what if I can't get my soul back?"

Teldryn blinked at the dark ceiling and considered this possibility with a feeling like leaning out over a chasm. "Then when you're dead I'll go into Apocrypha and get your soul back myself. Now go to sleep."

(Thanks to cunning and rituals Lendri does get his soul back. I feel like the story would wander pretty far from the prompt if I went much further. A note on Teldryn and Lendri's ages, so Lendri's parents don't look paranoid: Lendri, I assume is 23 elf years and Teldryn is about seven or eight years older.)

fjkgkfjgh this is so sweet and sad

I definitely want to read the story where he gets his soul back! You can self-prompt if you want to.

And 23 to 31 doesn't seem like such a huge gap to me, but then I'm 37. The main reason I wouldn't date a 23 year old would be differences in expectations rather than lack of maturity. I'm in a settling-down and having forever relationships part of my life. If your characters are both in a wandering and experimenting phase of life, it doesn't matter how old they are, as long as they both want to be together.

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