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Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 2/?
Date: 2013-08-11 01:02 pm (UTC)"Queen Freydis' Sword," Oengul War-Anvil breathed in awe. "She's a thing of beauty, isn't she? Ulfric will be thrilled with this, I'm certain."
"Yes, definitely," Rozenn agreed. "I tell you what, I'm heading up to see Galmar at the Palace right now, do you want to come with me and present it to him?"
"I cannot. There has been a lot of orders for more armour for new Stormcloak recruits, you see, and I need to finish the order tonight," Oengul shook his head.
"Well," said Rozenn thoughtfully, "Hermir won't be working on the equipment for the soldiers, why not send her with the sword. You know she's dying to meet Ulfric face-to-face."
"And it would be a reward for all the good work she's done, and a way to show Ulfric that I think well of her. Yes, that's a good idea, Thane Rozenn," Oengul said happily.
Rozenn smirked. "No, it's a brilliant idea!"
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The two dark haired women made their way into the Palace of Kings, with Rozenn coaching Hermir on what to say to Ulfric. "Remember, Hermir, he's just a man, like any other. Make your bow, tell him you are here to bestow a gift from your master, and that if he should need any smithing done, to please think of you and Oengul."
"I can't believe it! I'm going to meet Skyrim's saviour! You are the best friend I could have asked for, just for persuading Oengul to let me do this!" Hermir threw her arms around Rozenn and actually lifted her off the ground in her excitement.
"There's only one person I let do that to me, and you are not my husband," Rozenn said teasingly, once Hermir put her down.
They opened the door to the throne room, and Rozenn pushed Hermir forward. Rozenn peeled off and stood with Galmar near the door to the war-room, watching Hermir Strong-Heart totter nervously up to the throne.
The Jarl looked up froom the paper Jorlief had been showing him, and frowned.
"Only the foolish or the brave approach a Jarl without summons," he said, scowling.
Hermir made a few small noises in the back of her throat, then thrust Queen Freydis' sword at Ulfric, hilt-first.
"A -a - agift, m-my Jarl, f-f-from my - my master, uh," Hermir stuttered and trailed off.
Galmar rolled his eyes, folded his arms and leaned back against the doorframe. Rozenn glared at him, and hissed, "You're no help!"
She strode up to the throne, and removed the steel blade from Hermir's shaking grasp. "My Jarl, Oengul War-Anvil has sent this fine, ancient weapon to you as a token of his esteem. It was buried in a dangerous, draugr-infested crypt, and took great effort to return it to you undamaged and whole."
Ulfric turned a sceptical eye on Rozenn. "I see. And this young lady?"
"Hermir Strong-Heart, my Jarl, is Oengul's apprentice, and an avid admirer of both your person and your philosophy. Oengul has sent her to you with Queen Freydis' Sword as an emblem of the esteem in which he holds her. She is a lovely, sweet young woman, my Jarl," Rozenn added with a pointed stare.
Ulfric pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and returned his gaze to Hermir, who was now shaking like a leaf in a gale. He looked pointedly back at Rozenn, as if to say, This one? Really?. Rozenn nodded grimly.
"I must thank you, ah, Hermir, for bringing to me this fine gift from your master" this last seemed directed at Rozenn, "And I will glady remember you and your master's names should I require more weapons be crafted for either myself or my men. THank you."
Rozenn took hold of one of Hermir's arms and gently led her away from the throne. Galmar crossed the room and murmured in her ear, "And this one is better than Elisif, how?"
Rozenn stamped on his foot and glared at him.
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