The Adventures Of Fjord

Alduin's Greeting, Pt 2

                  Fjord stood before the World-Eater, mouth agape. He was terrified his life might come to an untimely end. Alduin detached from the rock, and landed with a thump. It was then Fjord noticed how big he was. He seemed to be at least fifty percent bigger than Foahdinok. Alduin's eyes narrowed to mean slits as he approached Fjord.

                 "Why do you bring this Joore into my den, Foahdinok? Have you brought him..." Alduin's leathery tongue traced him lips. "As food?"

"No, Thuri. He is Dovahkiin. I have brought him here to see our side of things." Alduin paused, as if considering the truth of this claim. He then vanished back into the darkness, nudging a small boulder toward Fjord with his snout.

"If you truly are Dovahkiin, use Unrelenting Force on this stone." Fjord deeply inhaled through his nose, and shouted.

"Fus, Ro Da!" The boulder was pushed back about ten feet. A low rumble of what Fjord assumed was surprise came from the World-Eater.

"He is Dovahkiin, then. What part of the story would you like to see?"

"Wait, hold up, don't your mean hear?" Alduin let a low rumble from his throat. Fjord was being laughed at, and he did not like it.

"Being the son of Akatosh himself has benefits. I can show you what happened. You will see it from my perspective, but be aware that you will receive the wounds I did. You Joore are fragile, and it would be inconvenient to break you." Great, so I have no value to him whatsoever... Might as well see the dragon side of things. 

"Sure, Alduin. Do your wizard magic." Alduin snorted irritably. 

"I am not a petty warlock, Dovahkiin. Watch your tongue." Alduin still came over to Fjord, and put his snout very close to his face. Too close, as Fjord could smell his awful breath. He decided against complaining, however.

"What are you doing, Alduin?" Alduin didn't answer, and gently pressed his snout into Fjord's facial fur. Reality swirled around Fjord, and he found himself soaring over Skyrim. He looked to be somewhere near Whiterun. He tried to move, but nothing happened. Oh, right... I'm Alduin. I just have to sit and watch, I guess...  

Nothing really happened for the rest of the day. Alduin went about doing normal dragon business. He took an offering from the townsfolk, flew around, and had a bit of mischievous fun by setting fire to a log pile. The farmer was not amused. It was around sunset when anything of interest happened, as Alduin began flying toward a cave.

           Alduin landed, and Fjord noticed the cavern was very large. A dragon came out of the shadows, and Fjord felt a jolt of recognition. He didn't know where he'd seen those eyes before, but they unnerved him. The dragon was not a wyvern, and its wings were on its back, and it had four legs, rather than two. Odd...  A short crown of seven pointed horns surrounded the dragon's toothed face, and they were bigger than Alduin. The two greeted by locking horns. Fjord thought he heard a faint purr...

         Fjord was suddenly launched into the next day. Oh, come on! I know you hid that from me! 

Alduin was out of the cave now, and was getting breakfast when an arrow struck him in his wing. He let out an angry roar, and headed in the direction of the archer. A large battle was taking place, with dragons angrily fighting the swarms of Blades. There were too many. Alduin found the archer, a sassy looking Nord wearing dragonbone armor.

"Well, if it isn't Alduin, first-born of Akatosh! Pleased to meet you. I am Bryith, leader of the Blades." She gave a mock curtsy, and launched another arrow at Alduin, who took it in the back.

"Joore filth, meet your end!" Alduin dive-bombed Bryith, who jumped out of his way and drew two daggers. Fjord was wincing at the pain from the arrows. Can you not take more damage?

"Cute. Your skull will be nice to add to my collection, Alduin." Alduin snarled, and hit Bryith with his horns. They continued fighting, exchanging blows as the fight around them slowly died down. Soon, they were one of the few left. Several other Blades attacked Alduin from the sides, but he didn't even let them touch him. Bryith slashed down his snout, and Fjord felt a searing pain on his muzzle. Alduin reached forward, and bit Bryith. Her armour was crushed, and Alduin ripped the remnants of it off. He growled angrily.

"Remember your place, Joore. You were made to serve." With that, he bit her clean in half. The taste of human blood filled Fjord's mouth, and he felt sick. The memory stuttered, and Fjord was back in Alduin's cavern, with blood dripping down his face. Alduin lifted his head off of Fjord's, to see him spitting madly on the ground, trying to get the bloody taste out of his mouth. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

"Well, Dovahkiin?" 

"Well what?" Alduin groaned in annoyance.

"What did you think of what really happened at the battle of the Blades? They surely told you lies!" Fjord ran his hand along his snout. Sure enough, there was a small cut there. He meandered over to his bag, making sure to take as long as possible to get a healing potion. When his cut was healed, he walked slowly over to the fuming World-Eater.

"Yeah, they told me lies, according to you. By the way, who was that random dragon you-" Alduin snarled.

"Do not speak of them! They are dead now, and I will not tolerate a Joore mocking their memory!" His voice had lowered to a hiss, and his horns were glowing slightly. Foahdinok snorted quietly in the corner of the cave.

Alduin shot a glare in Foahdinok's direction, and the younger dragon stopped laughing. Alduin was still fuming, and made an attempt to collect himself before talking to the Dovahkiin again. He really got on his nerves...

"Dovahkiin, I suggest a temporary alliance. If you help me get rid of the Blades, I will truce with your fellow Joore, rather than wiping them off the face of Nirn. We can, as you Joore say, "Work something out." Fjord thought about it. If he helped the dragons, he might just get killed when he wasn't needed anymore. If he joined the Blades... Well, he couldn't kill young dragons and commit genocide. Delphine was also a total jerk. That made the choice easy, or so Fjord thought...

"I'll think about it, Okay?"

A/N

Dovahzul translations:

Thuri: My master, or my overlord.

Joore: Mortal.

Whoa, fourth chapter up, this is going fast! I'm also happy that I now have... *Dramatic drumroll* 22 reads on this thing! (I know, not that much, but heckin' whatever) If you're wondering what made Foahdinok laugh, I bent the lore so that Alduin's horns glow when he is embarrassed or flustered. He really tried to cover it up with anger, but his scout saw right though him.

Thank goodness Fjord doesn't know a thing about the World-Eater...