(Elaniver)Autumn Winter

[renea]

Autumn
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She cradled the young child in her arms, her gloves stuck between her belt and her hip as she walked around the barn area, moving some reins around so she could straighten up the barn area, hoping that maybe the love of her life would come and see her. She glanced down at the young child, the blond hair was almost white, the blue eyes like ice and held her's when she looked down at him. She pulled at her cloak, moving it over her cover shoulders as she walked down the hall, her sword strapped to her hip along with her daggers that she never left home without. Her legs were covered with a pair of black trousers that flared out over her black boot and her torso was covered in a tight black long sleeve shirt.

She was a beautiful woman, but she was strong and she moved with a great pride about her. She had met the Queen many months before and not long after she saw her lover disappear for battle. How she missed him so very much, it was like a knife touched her heart as days went by and she never saw him. She had had women help her during the months of pregnancy and the day of the delivery, but she was unable to show Elaniver the son she had which she had called Conner. She loved her son, he was a blessing and something that had given her a reason to stay put and wait for her lover instead of go out and search for him.

She glanced at the stallion who's man had been brushed and who's dark eyes looked at her with a gleam of protection over the child that was sleeping in her arms. She smiled and moved to the stairs. Her home was different then most, she own the upstairs flat of the two story building and the main door she used went right down to the barn so she did not have to go into the home of the owner. She pulled herself up the stairs and as she entered placed the sleeping child in the cradle in the main room. She went to the window, looking out to the north.

The morning sky held her eyes as she looked, hoping to see men riding towards them from the Varden and hoping that one was her lover come to see her and to met his son for the first time. She had sent him word that she had given birth to a son, but he was still yet to show himself at the home. She turned back to her home and went to the oven where she had bread cooking and opened it to retrieve the bread and left it open to heat her home as the coals died down to nothing. She left the bread on the table to cool and went and set down on the couch that she had been able to furnish in here with the help of a elf known as Tasia. The wolf elf had been there while she had given birth and she had given her recipes for food that she knew she would enjoy, but she needed time to go hunting, but she settled for buying the meat.

The sound of the baby caught her attention, the cries were of hunger and of need of someone to hold him. She stood quickly and walked, picking up the crying blond child and began to hum the tune that her mother had once hummed her and moved to the window, her figure appearing as she looked to the northern land.

"Stop crying my child, for you have no need to cry. You are a might warrior, like your father and you will hold a figure like him as you grow... You look so much like him, his eyes seem to speak the same and her hands are already strong," She said to him as she rocked him back and forth, moving him as he stopped his crying and pulled at her hair, which had been left loose except from some to keep hair from her face.

[Elanzaros]

Elaniver was an interesting sight to behold right now. Probably due to the bloodstains on his face which he had left there due to a lack of water to wash himself off with, but the fact that he has just emerged from quite a long time of using his head when in doubt of what else to do. Examples of which could be head butting a man with a helmet, to Elaniver the concussion was well worth the pleasure of hearing a load grunt of pain from within the now dented metal confinements. However, blood stained or otherwise, he was most definitely alive, a claim that not many people could give in battles nowadays. Gone were the days when you charged wildly and had a bit of a ruck with one bloke before moving onto another, now you got people teaming up against you if you were big. Hence why Elaniver had been driven to the desperation of head butting and punching things when he couldn’t use his war hammer.

His horse galloped along with the rest of his battalion the panting of the great beasts drowning out the panting of the men who rode them. Elaniver patted his steed vaguely as he thought back to the message he had been given when on one of the very rare breaks for sleep in the skirmishes. Sleep had been the last thing on his mind when he had been given the message that he now had a son, although sleep was a little hard to begin with when the danger of being ambushed was so strong. Elaniver’s eyes were fixed on the ever nearing town up ahead, he didn’t look but he knew full well that his companions all had similar expressions, they just wanted to get the first relatively safe and proper nights sleep complete with food drink and maybe a few women they would have had in weeks. For Elaniver he just wanted to get home and see his son for the first time, he hated the very idea that he had missed the birth of his first son; he hated the idea of not being there for Autumn when she went through labour. He had actually begged for the first time in his life when he had gotten the message. Asking his captain for permission to go back and see his son. Only to be told that he was far too valuable in they fray and that the war mattered a damn sight more than his son.

Elaniver quite understandably hadn’t taken that very well, although he had restrained from hitting the man right there and then. He instead waited for the next skirmish where he found his captain under attack by three men, Elaniver had dispatched the men then before his superior officer had noticed who it was had punched the man as hard as he could, knocking him out cold and carrying him from the fray so as to avoid suspicion. It had worked as well, the captain didn’t know who had broken his jaw and Elaniver had gotten off Scot-free.

They rode through the make shift defences now, Elaniver breaking away from the group with two others who lived roughly down his way. Filing off until he pulled up outside the bran he called home. He lead his steed into the stables and tied him off before walking over to the trough and dunking his head into it, shaking it underwater and resurfacing with most of the blood washed from his face.

[renea]

Autumn
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She had heard the sound of men and women screaming, but it was not a terrified scream, it was, in fact, a joyous scream. She had looked out to the west, the screams were coming from the East and she did not care. She only wanted Elaniver, her love, her son father, and the only one who truly understood that she was not a woman who could sit at home unless she had to, she liked the action of fighting and he had seen that fighting when they first had met, had witness the strength she held to kill men who dared messed with her.

She had sent messages to soldier, hoping one would reach him, but still, her son remain fatherless due to this war the empire had started many years ago. She heard the sound of her barn door open down stairs, thinking that it might be the owner of the barn and of the home below and went down the stair well. Darkness engulfed her as she went down, the door to her home shut and she moved to the door that lead to the barn. Her hand reached for the knob, moving it and then opening the door, allowing the light to flood the stairwell and her ice blue eyes to look out into the barn.

She saw the large brown war horse she had ridden out on with Elaniver many months before. Her eyes traveled over the beaten animal as it sniffed at her own stallion and then to the man who's back was turned to her. His long hair went down his back, blood washed over his body from the battles, but his eyes were hidden to her. She leaned on the frame, her ice blue eyes welled with tears as she tried to hold them back, the baby in her arms tugged at her hair, allowing his own ice blue eyes to study the hair before it looked to the large man.

"Elaniver..." Her voice was not surprised, but it was overwhelmed, her voice not wanting to show the joy and then love that were held in them. Tears were being held back, but at the same time, one escaped her eyes, moving down her cheek and landing on the babies cheek.