#dragonborn reader

*You and young Dior step out of the smoking room. Your faces covered in ash. You had an unfazed look on your face while Dior was awkwardly giggling.* 

Beren: What did you mix this time? 

You: I… might have forgotten an explosion will happen if you mix fire salt and dwarven oil. 

Beren: *sighs*

Luthien: *Smiles in amusement* 

*That one time when you taught Dior about enchantments*

Dior: Aunty (Name). How do you enchant weapons? 

You: Oh, it's quite simple. First, you need a soul gem. 

Dior: What are soul gems? 

You: They are gems that trap a soul of a living being. That way you can add an enchantment to your gear and power them. 

Dior: Cool… how do you get them? 

You: With a spell called Soul Trap, or an enchantment with a similar quality. You cast a Soul Trap upon the target whose soul you want to trap, then kill them, after they are dead — Their soul will be automatically stored in an empty soul gem. But remember, the bigger the gem, the greater the soul you can trap.

Dior: Cool! Can you teach me? 

You: Sure. 

Beren: *Scared* How about no! 

*That one time when you taught Dior conjuration*

Dior: Naneth! Adar! (Name) taught me how to conjure a flame atronach today! 

Luthien: That’s lovely, darling. 

Beren: What is a flame atronach? 

Dior: I show you! 

*Dior opens a purple vortex and a tall flaming monster appears* 

Luthien: *Looks at the creature, unfazed and amazed* 

Beren: *Staring at the creature in fear *

*That one time you showed Dior your deadric armor*

You: *Cleaning and polishing your gear*

Dior: *Holds one of your deadric armor pieces* Aunty (Name). What is this armor? 

You: That is my deadric armor. It was made from ebony and deadra hearts. It is very protective and has served me well. 

Dior: Oooh… Can you put it on? I wanna see how you look in it. 

You: Sure. 

*Later*

Beren: Dior. Dinner’s ready. Your mother has made…. 

You: *Stand in front of him in your deadric armor. You look down on him with your eyes barely visible and the horns on your helmet cast a menacing shadow upon him.*

Beren: *Stares in fear*

Dior: *Cheers in amazement*

*That one time you demonstrated the power of your Thu’um*

Dior: *Whines as it was raining outside* I wanna play outside! 

Beren: You can go play outside once the rain clears up. 

Dior: But it has been raining all morning! 

Luthien: I’m sorry, my son. But if Manwe has decided today shall rain then it shall rain. You can’t go outside and risk getting sick. 

You: You know… I could dispel the rain. 

Dior: *Looks at you excitedly* You can control the weather? 

You: Not control it, but I can make it go away. 

Dior: Yes, please! 

Beren: (Name). You are a woman of many talents, but how on earth could you dispel a weather?

You: With my Thu’um, of course. There is a shout that can clear the sky from perilous weathers. 

Beren: I hardly doubt that. 

You: *Stands up* Watch me. 

*Outside, in some woods*

Some random elves: This weather is so bothersome. 

*With you*

You: *Takes a deep breath* Lok… 

You: *Shouts into the sky* Vah! Koor! 

Beren, Luthien, and Dior: *Watches in amazement as the rain stops and the sky becomes clear*

Beren: *Slightly shocked* I guess she can dispel the weather.

Dior: *Runs outside to play. *

*In the woods*

The elves: *Lying on the muddy ground after their horses got frightened by a powerful shout and their ears ringing from the loudness*

Elf 1: What the hell was that?! 

*After preparing and ready to leave.*

You: *You climb up on a horse and look down on your neighbors*

Luthien: Good luck, my friend. Travel and fight safely. 

You: I will. Strange, is Dior not gonna come see me off? 

Beren: Strangely, I haven’t been able to find him. I guess he might be hiding at his play place. 

You: This might be for the best. He might have the idea to come with me to see the dragon. 

You: Anyway, I’m off. I will come back once I taken down the beast. 

*You three bid farewell and you left their humble home.*

*You arrive at the faraway road. 

You: Alright, where is this Doriath on the map?

You saddle bag: *Makes strange sounds.*

You: *Stare at your saddle bag as it continues to make strange sounds*

You: *Open your saddle bag and see Dior curled up inside.*

You: Well…I thought my bag was a bit heavier than usual. What the hell are you doing in my bag, boy?! 

Dior: *Innocently* I wanted to come along and see the dragon. 

You: Nu-uh! I am taking you back. Your mother might trust me enough to keep you safe, but I do not trust myself to keep you safe. 

Dior: No! No! No! Please—-! Let me come! Naneth and Ada won’t let me see the world outside the forest! Just once! I promise I will be good! 

You: Dior, I would love to take you along, but the world is a dangerous place. Dragons especially are very mean creatures. 

Dior: Then I won’t be in your way. I just watch from the distance. I wanna see a dragon, just a glimpse, like in your dragon slayer stories. 

You: *Groans*

Dior: *Stares hard with pleading eyes. *

You: *Picks him up from the bag and places him in front of you* Fine… 

Dior: Yay! 

You: But do not tell your father I allowed this. If they ask, I found you after I dealt with the beast. 

Dior: Okay! 

You: Great! Let’s go then. I guess we can visit your relatives in the magic forest. 

*You two sets off*

*Back at L&B household* 

Beren: Love! Our son is missing! 

Luthien: Hmm? What do you mean missing? 

Beren: I mean he’s missing. I can’t find Dior anywhere! 

Beren: You don’t think he actually went with (Name)?

Luthien: *Thinks about it, then shrugs her shoulders* He’s probably fine. 

Beren: ???

Luthien. My love, if he’s with (Name), then there’s nothing to be worried about. It would be more foolish for the creatures to attack them. 

Beren: How.. is that better???

*After a few hours of traveling, you and Dior finally find your way to Doriath*

You: Hello there. I heard there’s a dragon problem here. 

Beleg: Ah, you must be the rumored dragon slayer. 

Beleg & Mablung: *Notices Dior*

Dioe: *Waves* Hi! 

Mablung: Why is there a child with you? 

You: Oh, this is my little stowaway. He hid in the bag when I left and now it’s too late to bring him back, so he’s my little companion for today. 

You: Which reminds me. You wood elves would not mind watching him while I deal with the dragon problem. 

Mablung: This is not a daycare. 

You: Oh, so you want me to bring your king’s grandson to slay the dragon? 

Beleg & Mablung: *Silent in shock*

Beleg: I’m sure… our king would not mind watching his grandson for the time being. 

You: That’s what I thought. Alright, boy. Time to get off. 

Dior: Aww! Really? But I wanted to see the dragon! 

You: Yes. Unfortunately, the dragons are really mean toward elflings. And don’t you want to see Grandpa and Grandma? 

Dior: Well… yeah. 

You: *Helps him down* Good. I will be right back. Remember to behave yourself. 

*You leave with a guide to find the dragon*

*You leave your horse at a safe distance and stand at the area where the dragon was last sighted.*

You: Alright, where are you? 

*The dragon flies over you, roaring fiercely*

You: *Bring out your weapons* There you are beautiful. 

Beleg & Mablung: *Watching from the distance*

Mablung: I do not understand. How is she supposed to bring that beast down? 

You: *Shout at the dragon* JOOR ZAH FRUL!

The dragon: *Screams as the power of your shout forces it to crash to the ground.*

You: *Start beating the crap out of the dragon with your weapons* 

Mablung & Beleg: *Stare as you beat the dragon into submission* 

Beleg: I guess that’s one way to do it. 

You: *Stand above the dragon as it lies beaten down on the ground*

You: *Ready to slay the dragon* Time to meet your maker, beast. 

Dior: No! Don’t kill him! 

You: *Freeze and look over to the little elf that stood between the march wardens. The two stared down at the elfling in shock as he had most likely snuck from Doriath* 

Dior: He might be mean, but you do not have to kill him. 

You: *Under your breath* Fuck…

Beleg: Uh, little one, the dragon is not welcome here and has caused a lot of harm. It needs to go. 

Dior: He might have been just upset. Just because they look mean, doesn’t mean they have to be killed without understanding it. 

Dior: *Looks at you with pleading eyes* Please (Name). Don’t kill him. 

You: *Sighs* Okay… 

Mablung: *Stares at you in shock* OKAY?!

Dior: Can I pet him? 

Mablung: Absolutely not! 

You: Sure, but give me one moment. I need to talk with the Mister Dragon. 

You: *You pick the dragon’s head close to you and look at him in the eye.* Listen very carefully. I have forty-seven confirmed dragon kills. I have devoured the soul of each one of them, the only exception being their leader. I have used their souls to unlock my powers and turned their very bones into armor. So, if you want to live, you better play nice or I will add you to my list and turn your teeth into a necklace I will gift to my neighbor. Do you understand me? 

The Dragon: *Nods frantically*

You: Good, so be a good little flying worm and start playing with my neighbor's son, and remember, pluck a single hair from his little head, and I will… *Bring him close* 

You: Devour. Your. Soul. 

The Dragon: *At the brink of crying*

*Skip to the part where Dior plays with the dragon, the latter being extremely docile and gentle with the elfling*

You, and the march wardens: *Looking from the distance*

Mablung: I have so many questions. What did you say to the beast? 

You: Just told him to be careful or there will be consequences. I guess Dior was right. You just need to talk with them and you can come to an understanding. 

Beleg: You are… a curious type of woman. 

You: Nah, I’m just a passing dragonslayer willing to compromise. 

*Skip to your return home after playing with the dragon, who then flew away as fast as he could to get away from you, never to be seen again*

Dior: *Walks in front of you* I had so much fun. Mister Dragon was really nice. It’s too bad he left before I could ask if we could be friends. 

You: Well… maybe he had something busy to do. Perhaps he needed to return to his wife and kids, or maybe he forgot to turn off the oven. 

Dior: Dragons have ovens? 

You: You never know. Dragon lairs are unpredictable. You can find anything in there, so it wound’t be a surprise if you find an oven. 

Dior: *Nods, thinking about the possibility of ovens.*

Dior: I’m gonna tell everything to Naneth and Adar!

You: Remember our little deal. I did not realize you were with me till I defeated the dragon. 

Dior: Okay! 

You: Luthien might be okay with it, but I fear your father will have a heart attack if he knew I allowed you to play with a literal dragon. 

*You two continue walking on the road, without realizing Celegorm and Curufin heard everything hidden behind some bushes as they were on a hunt*

Curufin: Did I hear correctly? That child is the son of that mortal and Luthien? 

Celegorm: No you heard correctly. Looks like them as well.

Curufin: Oh, just the idea of those two having an offspring pisses me off. 

Celegorm: *Gets a twisted idea*

Celegorm: Curufin. I have an idea. 

Curufin: Whatever it is. Forget about it. I do not want to risk anything by getting involved with Luthien and that mortal man again. 

Celegorm: Oh, don’t worry. I have a plan that might ensure a silmaril for us. 

Curufin: I’m listening. 

Celegorm: Let’s take the child. Luthien might have been so unwilling to marry me, but I’m sure she loves her son. Let her try to convince that arrogant father of hers to give up the silmaril in exchange for the safe return of her child. I’m sure Thingol is not that heartless to let anything happen to his only grandchild. 

Curufin: I see… it might work. But, what about that human woman? I do not think she will give the child to us willingly. 

Celegorm: Then we shall dispatch her and take the child as quickly as possible. We do need someone to tell them the conditions. 

Curufin: Very well. Let’s do it. 

*Skips back to you*

Dior: *Talking about something excitedly*

You: *Yawns, having lost focus for a moment*

You: *Look to the sides, having a sense of being followed*

You: *Whispers* Laas…

Dior: Did you say something, (Name)? 

You: Just thought I saw something. How about we make a camp here? It has been a long day, and I do not think we will be back before nightfall. 

Dior: Okay! Can I help with the fire? 

You: Sure, but first, let me ensure the forest is safe. How about you watch over our horse for the time being? 

Dior: Sure! *Grabs the reins from your hand*

You: That’s a good boy. I will be right back. 

You: *Vanishes into the forest*

*In the pushes*

Celegorm: This is our chance. Let's do this! 

Celegorm: Tch! The carelessness of this woman. To leave the child right there for the snatching. 

You: *Appear between them with a smile* What are we doing? 

You: *Cover their mouths and pull them back before they could react*

You: *Continues beating the shit out of them silently as possible*

Celegorm: *Lays on the ground, beaten down and with a bleeding nose*

You: *Graps his hair and forces him to look you in the eye* Now, usually, I would kill any elf who is just as arrogant as the Thalmor, but I am feeling generous today so I won’t kill you. But, you will take your things and leave at once, and if you dare to come back and try something that will threaten the life of my neighbor’s son. 

You: I… Will… Hunt… You… Down. 

You: Are we clear? 

Celegorm: *Groans* Yes… 

You: Good. Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight! *Releases him and leaves.*

Celegorm & Curufin: *Leaves, wounded and deciding to kidnap the child was not worth the effort with you there protecting the elfling*

You: *Return to the camp*

You: There were a couple of mean raccoons hiding in the bushes. I had to chase them off or they would have stolen our lunch. It’s safe now. Would you like to have some of the bread your grandmother gave us? 

You: Can I… take Dior on a little adventure? I promise it will be safe and we won’t be away for long. 

Beren: Sure. As long as you come back before dinner. 

You: *Picks up the elfling* I promise. You won’t even notice we were even gone. 

*You run into the woods with Dior*

Luthien: Hmm, she looked excited. 

Beren: Maybe we should have asked where she was taking our son. 

Luthien: You worry too much. As long as our son is with her, he will be safe. 

*You arrive at the mountain opening where the gate is located.*

Dior: *Curious* Where are we going? 

You: We are gonna go meet some of my old friends. Cover your ears boy. 

Dior: *Covers his ears while you turn toward the gate*

You: Ven Rok Mund! (Self-made shout)

*A gate opens between the rocks and you walk through it with Dior*

*At the Throat of the World*

Paarthunax: *Meditating in peace*

You: *Come through an open portal*

Paarthunax: Ah, young Dovah, it’s been a while since your departure from this world. What pleasure do I owe for this visit—! 

You: *Holds Dior toward him like holding a kitten*

You: Look at my godson! 

Dior: *Smiles innocently and waves* Hi! 

*At High Hrotgar* 

*Arngeir and other monks praying and chilling*

*You kick down the door*

Arngeir: Ah, Dragonborn, you have not shown yourself here for some time. 

You: *Holds Dior in front of them*

You: Look at my godson! 

*At the Companions*

You: *Kicks the door down*

Aella: Bloody hell! (Name) where have you been?!

You: *Shows Dior* I have a godson!!!

*At Blade’s hideout*

Delphine: *Minding her shit*

You: *Kick the door down*

Delphine: Ah, have you finally come to your senses and finish your purpose? 

You: *Hold Dior toward her* Look at my godson! 

Delphine: *Silence*

You: *Throws Mammoth’s droppings on her face, and runs away*

*At some random road on Skyrim*

Thalmor elf: *Minding his business*

You: *Jumps out of a bush and scares him out of his wits*

You: Look at my godson! 

*At Whiterun*

You: *On the top of your house, holding Dior* LOOK AT MY GODSON! 

Citizen A: Who the hell is that? 

Citizen B: *Already a veteran of your shenanigans and craziness.* Oh, that’s just our Thane flaunting her godson. 

Citizen A: Should we… stop her?