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A Dalish Wardens last days: Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: The Landsmeet


The Dalish elf Ahimee walked into the great hall and watched the human nobles turn their gazes at her, and here she finally is, the Landsmeet. The place where she would finally meet Loghain face to face and defeat him in his own game. This is what she had been waiting for this whole time since she heard that Loghain quit the field. A Dalish would never leave their own like he did. However, even with her determination and bubbling anger, when Ahimee actually saw him standing there she couldn't help but to cower. He was huge and was wearing heavy shining armor and she... was small and still dressed in the same armor she'd brought with her from her clan.

Zevran, the former Crow Assassin, bumped into her and shamelessly kissed her cheek as she turned to him. Morrigan scowled and walked past them, Alistair following her lead. Zevran smiled at Ahimee who smiled back, Zevran always managed to make her smile and if it sometimes was with promise of another massage and  more special time in her tent she'd happily keep smiling. It seems however that smiling at this certain moment was silly and she regained a stern look on her face as the nobles that filled both upstairs of the large room and downstairs. It was a serious time, not a time for laughter, smiling and jokes.

Ahimee crossed her arms and she could feel Duncan's sword rest in its place on her back, ready to be pulled out and cut that lying tongue of Loghains. The older, black haired man started speaking with a power Ahimee couldn't hope to match. She didn't however, she knew herself that her thin, bleak voice could get giants like Sten on her side. She was confident in her persuasive abilities.

Loghain was talking to Eamon and it seems Ahimee entered in the middle of their conversation, and it seemed that Loghain dared to speak ill of their intentions.
"You would attempt to put a puppet on the throne and every soul in here knows it." Ahimee got filled with sudden rage when Loghain spoke about Alistair, Alistair as a puppet nonetheless. "The better question is, 'Who will pull the strings?' " He continued and Ahimee was ready to pull Duncan's sword and dagger out this instance and strike the shemlen down where he stood.

She didn't get to, though, since he turned to  her and said with fierce energy:
"Ah! And here we have the puppeteer." Ahimee wanted to scream right then and there that she was no puppeteer and Alistair was not a puppet either, but she realized that screaming at him wouldn't make the situation better.

"Tell us, Warden; How will the Orlesians take our nation from us? Will they deign to send their troops, or simply issue their commands through this would-be prince?" Ahimee was practically boiling with anger, this damn human, this disgusting shemlen! How dare he even speak of Orlais when he clearly is the villain in this situation!? She was about to open her mouth when he continued; interrupting her. "How much Fereldan blood does Orlesian gold buy these days?" Ahimee calmed down, remembering that she had Queen Anora at her side, and that she has aided the Banns as well, she had support, she just had to calm down and keep her cool. She was Ahimee Mahariel, a proud Dalish elf, not some stew that Alistair left to long over the fire.

"The Blight is the threat here, not Orlais!" She rose her usual bleak tone and made sure that every corner of this large almost cathedral like room heard it. Her voice almost broke.
"There are enough refugees in my bannorn now to make that abundantly clear." One of the Banns said, a female Bann even. She couldn't see any other female banns, but she hadn't met many of them either.
"The south is fallen, Loghain!" Another Bann, a male with grey hair spoke this time. "Will you let darkspawn take the whole country for fear of Orlais?" Ahimee looked at him, feeling more confident now than before. She did actually have support, maybe some of these noble shemlen were a bit trustworthy.

"The Blight is indeed real Wulff. But do we need Grey Wardens to fight it?" Loghain replied and the question that followed stunned her, of course they are needed! Grey Wardens sense the darkspawn, they are the ones that knows what the Archdemon has to say as well! What is this old man gibbering on about!? "They claim that they alone can end the Blight, yet they failed spectacularly against the darkspawn at Ostagar, and they ask to bring with them four legions of chevaliers!" Loghain continued. Chevaliers? The Orlesian Knights that merchant-woman spoke of? Of course some other power was needed. The battle at Ostagar was horrendous and Loghain should've aided them instead of running like a scared child from the battle. "And once we open our borders to the Chevaliers, can we really expect them to simply return from whence they came?" Loghain was indeed skilled in speechcraft and Ahimee felt her confidence shrink down a little. She was an elf, she knew barely nothing of politics other than what the dwarves in Orzammar had taught her about theirs and what she had gotten vaguely explained to her along the road by her companions.

Suddenly she noticed that people were staring at her, why? Oh! She was supposed to say something!
"You sold Fereldan citizens into slavery to fund your war." She said as it was the only thing that popped up in her skull.
"What's this? There is no slavery in Ferelden. Explain yourself." A bann called out from his viewpoint from the stands.
"There is no saving the Alienage." Loghains words were followed by horrified exclamations and  hushed whispering amongst the nobles. "Damage from the riots has yet o be repaired. There are bodies still rotting in their homes. It is not a place I would send my worst enemy. There is no chance of holding it if the Blight comes here." The anger was once again bubbling in her chest and Ahimee had to tug her dirty nails down in her palms to avoid snapping back like a child at him. She was but seventeen years so she's not far off from it though. "Despite what you may think, Warden, I have done my duty. Whatever my regrets may be for the elves, I have done what was needed for the good of Ferelden." That was just lies, everything he said must be lies or he had truly gone mad. He's probably delusional, Ahimee knew it was all lies and still some Banns seemed to swallow it whole. What was wrong with them? It was like they wanted to believe him, why would they?

"Then you should be supporting Maric's son." Ahimee said and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at this tall, dark haired shemlen. She hated him, how could he stand her and pretend that he's all high and mighty? That he is the savior of Ferelden? That he did the right thing by leaving his king, King Cailan, at Ostagar? Ahimee saw the corpse of the king that he left, no one is worthy of that treatment. She saw Cailan burn on the pyre, she and Alistair gave Cailan the most worthy end they could muster and this shem pretends that he did the right thing? Alistair might be the royal bastard of Maric, but he deserves to be on the throne and rule more than Loghain ever would.
"Indeed, do we not owe it to Maric to see his son on the throne?" The female bann spoke again, the same as before and Ahimees lips curled up into a confident smile. She has the allies, not only the dalish elves, the mages and the dwarves she also has the Banns. What will Loghain have after this?

Absolutely nothing.

"If he were a true son of Maric, I would not hesitate to swear fealty to him. But I see nothing of Maric in this pup." Loghain said shooting a glance at Alistair, Ahimee cringed. Pup? She knew that it's a nickname the humans give their children but when Loghain said it all Ahimee could hear was: dog.
 Alistair is no dog, he is no pup. Alistair was her best friend, as close to lethallin a shemlen could get. Loghain was a scum, worthy of nothing more than the same treatment he gave Cailan. "But enough of this. I have a question for you, Warden; What have you done with my daughter?" Ahimee was staggered by this question. What? His daughter? Anora?

"What are you talking about?" Ahimee asked doing a terrible job at hiding her confusion.
"You took my daughter - our queen - by force, killing her guards in the process. What arts have you employed to keep her? Does she even still live?" The audacity of this shemlen made Ahimees badly surpressed anger boil up again, but she knew what she had done and what she hadn't done. The foul deed of killing the Queen was something she hadn't done and she never would, even she knew what importance the Queen was to Ferelden. Killing her would be a death sentence for all Grey Wardens. Ahimee was about to say something when she got interrupted. Again.
Summary:
Ahimee Mahariel is a dalish rogue who never cared for humans whatsoever, she joined the Grey Wardens out of spite and despised her human comrades, but after a year of traveling finding friends amongst the comrades seems inevitable. Ahimee even found a new love in the strangest place and a new best friend in an even stranger one.

So I'm pretty new to the whole dragon-age fanfiction thing and I think you have to actually know what the Landsmeet is... and Loghain... and stuff. So I'm sorry to all deviants out there who wants to read without knowing what the hell Dragon Age is.

Comments are appreciated.

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Chapter 2: A Dalish Wardens last days: Chapter 2
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Taina-dOS's avatar
I wouldn't have her patience. I hate when people interrupt me Doh!