The Heroine of Ferelden

Ch: 18

As the sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the camp, Elra retreated to her tent, where she received word that Leliana had returned from the capital. Stepping out to meet her, Elra found Leliana smiling, a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“The Queen sends her regards, praising your dedication,” Leliana began with a proud smile. “She mentioned how impressive it is to see a city elf lead with such strength.”

Elra’s expression softened at the compliment, but Leliana’s next words brought a flicker of irritation.

“There are, of course, a few courtiers less pleased about a city elf holding so much power,” Leliana admitted.

Elra’s brow furrowed, though she said nothing.

“Don’t worry,” Leliana reassured her, her voice low and steady. “They’re nothing we can’t handle. Plus, I brought siege weapons from the capital—powerful ones. We’re ready for anything.”

A faint smile returned to Elra’s face. “Good. The siege weapons will come in handy.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” Leliana added. “Aric, the head of the city elves, has arrived as well, and he’s brought a militia.”

“Perfect,” Elra replied, her gaze thoughtful. Then, after a pause, she looked Leliana over and added, “Pick me a dress—something regal, but provocative enough to make an impression. I want it to show off my best features.”

Leliana raised an eyebrow, intrigued, yet clearly pleased with Elra’s newfound interest. “And for the evening?” she asked knowingly.

“I’ll need something for Alder,” Elra replied with a hint of mischief in her tone. “Elegant, mysterious—something for a night with a mage.”

Leliana’s smile grew. “A full wardrobe, is it? Not that I mind; it’s refreshing to see you so… invested.”

Elra caught the curious tone in her voice. “What are you thinking, Leliana?”

“Oh, I just wonder,” Leliana replied with a playful glint in her eyes, “if you’ve always wanted this—or if someone’s unexpected visit might have given you the idea.” Her gaze drifted away, a knowing look lingering.

Elra laughed softly, brushing it off but clearly amused. “Why not make them all remember who they’re dealing with?”

“Indeed,” Leliana grinned. “Why not?”

Elra made her way through the camp, her chosen dress both regal and daring, a choice that turned heads as she approached Eon, the head of the city elves. He greeted her with a deep bow, his eyes shining with admiration and respect.

They walked together along the perimeter of the camp, finding a spot near a row of lanterns. Their conversation quickly grew animated as Eon passionately shared his vision. He spoke of the city elves’ struggles, the lack of fair treatment, and the obstacles they faced in the human-dominated society.

“The rights of city elves could be elevated even further,” he said, his voice brimming with conviction. “Your reputation has already inspired so many. Imagine what else we could do if we had true support.”

Elra listened intently, nodding occasionally, impressed by his ideals and the fire behind his words. “Perhaps I could bring this to Queen Anora,” she offered thoughtfully, considering the potential impact.

Eon paused, glancing at her before speaking with a rare vulnerability. “May I be bold, Elra?” His tone softened. “I dream of a world where both you and I might see elves treated as equals.”

After a moment of hesitation, he spoke, his voice both determined and hopeful. “If I may be even bolder, Elra... I dream not only of equality for our people but of a future where our own generation, born from those who dare to hope, would see a brighter world.”

Elra felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—a mixture of admiration and caution. She appreciated his courage and the weight of his aspirations, but her own path was riddled with uncertainties, battles yet to be fought, and there disadvantages that come with being a grey warden. She met his gaze steadily, acknowledging his hopes while choosing her words carefully.

“Eon,” she began, her tone soft but resolute, “I can’t promise you or anyone what the future holds. There is so much I am yet to understand about my own journey. But know this—for now, I will speak with Queen Anora on behalf of our people, for the rights and respect they deserve.”

Eon smiled, clearly moved by her support, no matter how guarded. They lingered a while longer, exchanging thoughts and dreams, before finally parting for their respective tents. The night air was filled with quiet anticipation as they each reflected on what might lie ahead.