The Adventures Of Fjord

Paarthurnax

(Words in bold are the dragons speaking in Dovahzul) 

           "Tilpaar, Alduin is wounded. He is in no fit shape to get Fjord back. Can you heal him?" Tilpaar walked over to Alduin, and spat on his chest. Absolutely nothing happened.

           "My wounds cannot be healed by your saliva, Tilpaar. As much as I loathe to admit it, I require help from a Joore if I am to return to my former strength quickly. Do you know any Joore who would not attack on sight?" Foahdinok thought about it for a moment. The Greybeards were scared out of their wits when he arrived with Fjord, but were not hostile. They would have to do.

"Yes, but I fear you will not like it, Thuri. It involves going to the Throat Of The World."

Alduin growled. His traitorous brother, Paarthurnax, lived there. It was he who first taught man the Thu'um, giving them the means to be overthrown. Going there in such a weak state made him furious, but the World-Eater was low on options.

"So be it." The wounded Alduin attempted to fly, but was stopped when a great pain shot through him. He grunted, and did not make a second attempt. Tilpaar and Foahdinok latched onto his tail and wings, and slowly lifted him into the sky.

                Alduin was the heaviest thing Tilpaar had ever lifted. It was an effort to keep aloft, let alone fly him up the tallest mountain in Skyrim. The two of them somehow managed it, and dumped Alduin unceremoniously in a snowdrift at the top. 

               Alduin growled something along the lines of "Damned hatchlings..." and got up. His wound hadn't reached any internal organs, but there was a good chunk of flesh and skin ripped clean off the front of his chest. It slowly dripped dark red blood onto the snow.

"What are you waiting for? Go get the Joore, Foahdinok." Alduin commanded. The frost dragon obeyed, sluggishly taking off and flying the short distance to the monastery below. Soon after he left, Paarthurnax took this opportunity to announce his presence.

"What brings you here, Zeymah, after all these years? Have you defeated the Dovahkiin, and come here to boast?" The old Dovah slid off his perch, and made his way toward the other two dragons. At first glance, Tilpaar would have thought Paarthurnax to be the elder brother. He appeared to be far more wizened, with dull beige scales, and a chipped horn. His pale blue eyes had a glazed-over look to them. His wings had tatters all around the edges, and Tilpaar was surprised to know he could still fly well.

            Alduin raised himself up to his full height, sitting on his hind legs, in an effort to intimidate his brother. It did not work whatsoever.

"Zeymah, answer the question." Alduin simply growled. 

"This is none of your business, Paarthurnax. Stop your badgering. Should you wish to hear the full story, you may ask Tilpaar another time. We have guests."

At his words, Paarthurnax noticed a terrified Argenir being held in a dragons' claws, and was dropped on the mountain. The other dragon landed.

Argenir looked around. There were four dragons, one black, sitting up regally, one bronze, looking like they were tremendously bored, a white one, who had carried him here, and Paarthurnax. On closer inspection, the black one was the World-Eater. With that sprinkle of knowledge, Argenir ducked behind Paarthurnaxs' wing.

"What have you brought me here for?" He poked his head out. Tilpaar could not resist having a little fun with him.

"To eat your delicious Joore flesh." Argenir's eyes widened, but still walked our from behind Paarthurnax.

"I doubt it. What do you really need me for?"

"To heal Alduin." Foahdinok stated bluntly. Argenir was extremely surprised.

"Oh, good. So I won't get eaten, or at least not yet." He made his way over to the World-Eater, who had now rolled over on his back to allow easier access of the wound. His hands lit up with the warm golden glow of a healing spell, and he hesitantly placed them near the wound. Argenir flinched when Alduin growled in pain, but continued to heal him until his magicka reserves were depleted.

           The wound looked far better, the flesh was healed completely. However, the scales were far softer that Alduin's normal near-impenetrable armour. Evidently, he was feeling far better, as he reared on his hind legs, and let out a massive roar that all of Skyrim would hear.

"Always with the theatrics, Zeymah. Now, will Tilpaar indulge my weakness for speech, and tell me your story?" 

"Can I leave now?" Argenir was already walking away. Paarthurnax nodded. Soon, the Greybeard was out of earshot.

"Yes, I will tell you our story. Fair warning, it is a long one." Soon Paarthurnax knew everything that had happened here. Tilpaar didn't leave out the part about Miraxsil, which seemed to aggravate Alduin.

"So, it would seem she is making good on her promise to you, Zeymah. Have you told them the backstory of these events yet?"

"No. I do not intend to."

"Zeymah, you know you should show at least one. Then they would be able to help more, knowing more about her. Which one is the most likely to take it seriously?"

"Tilpaar, but that is beside the point. I do not wish to sacrifice my dignity for this."

"Zeymah, just do it. You will feel less embarrassed afterwards." Alduin sighed. He hated to admit it, but his brother was right. Showing Tilpaar about his past with Miraxsil could help them in the long run, even if it embarrassed him. His horns glowed slightly, before he turned to Tilpaar.

"You do wish to see my past with Miraxsil, yes?" She nodded.

"I take you know all the risks of memory scrying?" She nodded again. Alduin sighed, and pressed his snout to hers, and Tilpaar was swept through memory after memory, getting dizzier and dizzier, until she came into one specific one. Here we go...

          A/N

I'm so EVIL! Again! If you enjoyed this chapter, comment and perhaps tap that little star button? In Dovahzul, language of the dragons, "Zeymah" means brother.

P.S: What do you think Miraxsil's promise to Alduin was? Comment below, and have a great day/night!