A Change of the Script

Chapter 2

"I can try." she replied wryly. Zevran merely gave her an unamused look that said 'I don't believe you'. Sighing yet again Lyna moved a branch out of her way and, with a slight smirk, let it snap back at Zevran who nimbly dodged it.

"My dear Warden, that was most rude." he laughed as he caught up to her. Moving around her he stopped facing her, a concerned look replacing the mirth that had been there mere seconds ago. "I know that you are hurting, my friend, but I do think that you should speak with him. It might help you. I am certain that he is hurting just as much as you".

"I know Zev. You're right, really, but...." she trailed offat a loss for what to say. "I knew that by making sure Alistair was King we couldn't stay together. I know that even if he tried to make me Queen the Humans would probably try to kill me. They would never accept an Elf as their Queen. Creators Zev, I don't know what Iwas thinking would happen. I should never have let myself get involved but....."

"You love him." Zev cut in to Lyna's rambling. There was nojoking laughter in his voice, just certainty and understanding. "He is the one man you would give your life for and for that reason alone you should speak to him, before we arrive at the city or you may regret it".

Giving her friend a resigned smile, she conceded the point. She knew that she would have to speak to Alistair before they arrived at Denerim. If Lyna were truly honest with herself she would admit that she was just scared. She had loved once before Alistair and it had nearly broken her when Tamlen met his fate. Though the circumstances were different with Alistair, she knew that if she survived this battle she would once again be broken.

"I know Zev." she sighed. "I'll talk to him. Before we arrive at the city." she added, seeing Zevran's serious expression.

"Ah, good." the Antivan said with a grin forming. "And now I have your word, shall we rejoin the mighty Ferelden army, my dearWarden?"

The two Elven rogues took one last survey of the surrounding area and then started back to the army they had gathered. As they walked Lyna knew that she would need to speak with Alistair, the sooner the better . But how do you say goodbye to your heart?

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Once they arrived back to camp Zevran headed off to join Wynne,Oghren and Leliana. The army had made a temporary camp to rest and plan for the last part of the march. Five scouting teams, as well as Lyna and Zevran, had been sent to scout the area for any sign of the Darkspawn horde. As the Warden walked through camp she recognizer the teams that had been sent. All were back and resting. She spotted the leaders of each team making their way back from the makeshift tent that they were using as a war room. Making her way towards the tent she nodded to the scout leaders, who saluted her according to their customs.

Though she had worked hard this last year she was still not used to such reverence. Growing up in the clan she was used to earning the respect of other Dalish and she had experienced the disgust and hatred of the Humans who had looked no further than her pointed ears and Valaslin. Now, those same Humans were saluting and bowing to her and showing such respect that it staggered the Elf. It wasn't just the Humans either. TheDwarves, the Mages, even the Templar's all seemed to be treating her with great honours. The Dalish that had joined were insistent on meeting her and praising what she had accomplished. Some of theElves form the Alienage and Circle had been asking her about her life growing up Dalish and about her travels. It was incredibly overwhelming for her. Though there was still some who showed animosity to her most seemed grateful for her part in this fight.

When she felt too overwhelmed she would find herself with her friends that she had been with for the past year. Lyna treasured the time that she spent with her companions and had grown to think of them as her new clan, as strange as that seemed. Glancing around shesaw them gathered together around their own campfire. Oghren seemed to be sharpening his axe whilst eyeing her Mabari, Falon, carefully. Smiling slightly she turned her attention back to her destination. Approaching the tent the rogue could hear Bann Teagan and Alistair'svoices drifting through the canvas.