Traveler (Skyrim Fan Fic)

Chapter 5

"Dragonborn? What do you know about the Dragonborn?"

"Nothing, it was just what the guards were calling me," I shrugged,"And when the dragon died, I absorbed some sort of power from it. Does that explain anything?"

The jarl's eyes widened,"So its true...the Graybeards really were summoning you..."

"The Graybeards? Who're they?"

"Masters of the Way of the Voice," the Jarl explained,"They live in seclusion high on the slopes of the Throat of the World."

"Didn't you hear the thundering sound when you returned to Whiterun?" a big man spoke up,"That was the Voice of the Graybeards, summoning you to High Hrothgar."

I did remember. Dhaska and I were rushing to Dragonsreach, when the ground shook, and a powerful voice rang in our ears.

"Dovahkiin!" it had said.

"Hrongar, calm yourself. What does this Nord nonsense have to do with our friend here?" Proventus asked, pointing to me,"Capable as she may be, I don't see any signs of her being this-- what --'Dragonborn'."

Hrongar looked utterly offended by this,"Nord nonsense?! Why you puffed up ignorant...These are our sacred traditions! They go back to the founding of the first empire!"

"Hrongar, don't be so hard on Avenicci." the jarl said, sounding as if he were scolding a child.

"I meant know disrespect of course." Proventus replied,"Its just...what do these Graybeards want with her?"

"That's the Graybeards business," the jarl said,"Not ours."

Then he looked at me with a serious face,"You need to get up to High Hrothgar immediately, there's no refusing the summons of the Graybeards."

He cast his eyes downward slightly," I envy you, you know...to climb the seven thousand steps again. Its a tremendous honor."

He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips,"No matter. Go to High Hrothgar, learn what the Graybeards can teach you. By my right as jarl, I name you Thane of Whiterun. Its the highest honor I'm able to grant."

I blushed, feeling very flattered by my new title.

"I'll have to inform my guards of your new title, wouldn't want them to think you're apart of the common rabble, now would we?" he chuckled, then stood from his throne and removed the ax from his back, holding it out to me,"And please, accept this gift from my personal armory."

My hands shook slightly as I touched the smooth metal of the weapon, admiring the pattern branching across it.

"I...don't know what to say." I said, my voice shaking slightly, then looked up,"Thank you."

The jarl nodded,"Thank you, Dragonborn. Its an honor to have you as Thane of my city."

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I stepped out of Dragonsreach and leaned against the door with a sigh, a smile still plastered on my face.

"So?"

I looked over at Dhaska, who had been waiting for me outside, and was currently leaning against the word frame.

I grinned,"We're taking a little detour."