"Mythal?" Morrigan looked down at Soora than over at Flemeth, "You...can't be. The elven Gods aren't real."

Flemeth glared at Morrigan and stood up, "I see. He hasn't told you then."

"Explain." Morrigan hissed.

"Who hasn't told us what?" Cassandra cut off, kneeling next to Soora. Flemeth looked down at Cassandra, "If said person has yet to explain anything, I will not speak."

"If you're here for me-"

"Which I am not." Flemeth cut Morrigan off quickly and placed a hand on her hip, her other hand rubbing her neck. She looked at Morrigan, a glare, "I came to help. There is a new threat – one that can not be taking lightly nor ignored."

Soora massaged her temple and looked up at Flemeth, "An...Andruil."

A knowing smile appeared on Flemeth's face, "You did read it, excellent." Soora slowly stood up, holding onto Cassandra's shoulder.

"Is there somewhere we can speak privately?" Flemeth crossed her arms and looked back at Soora. Soora slowly nodded, letting go of Cassandra. Soora looked past Flemeth and saw Solas, glaring.

"Cassandra, we will be in the war room. Solas will join me since he knows...about...elven...stuff." Soora quickly cleared her throat and started walking towards the stairs, "Follow me." Soora grabbed Solas's shirt and dragged him along, him glaring at Flemeth the entire way to the war room.

"You knew!" Solas yelled after Soora shut the door to the war room.

"Wolf, please-" Flemeth sighed, crossing her arms.

"You knew – the entire time! How long were you going to keep this from me?" Soora looked between the two, shocked. She'd never seen Solas this angry before.

"I had to-"

"I trusted you!" Solas growled. Flemeth looked to the side, her arms still crossed, her shoulders slumped. Soora stared at the two as Solas yelled, letting all his anger out. Soora leaned against the door, her fingers wrapping around the round handle, ready to pull it and run out. She couldn't listen to this. Seeing Flemeth's face twisted in sadness and anguish, Solas' only full of rage and pent up hatred. Soora shut her eyes.

"Enough!" Soora yelled at Solas, glaring at him, "Shut. Up."

"Soora-"

"No," Soora pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head, "Just...quiet."

"You know why I am here, da'len." Flemeth turned to her, a grim look on her face.

Soora pushed herself off the door and walked over to Flemeth, "I do."

"He doesn't know?" Flemeth placed her hands behind her back and looked over at Solas.

"He...does not." Soora mumbled, refusing to look at Solas.

"Dawn," Flemeth nodded to her, "I will be back and we shall leave fo-"

"Leave?" Solas was quickly be Soora's side, "Leave where?"

"We're heading into the Sunless Lands," Soora turned to Flemeth, "Everyone."

Flemeth narrowed her eyes at Soora, about to speak.

"Why?" Solas cut in, looking at Flemeth.

"Andruil has regained her memories of the past. She remembers Arlathan, you, Mythal, Elgar'nan-"

"I get it." Solas crossed his arms, glaring at her.

"...and her magic." Flemeth stared wirily at him, slightly annoyed. Solas' posture stiffened as he stared at at Flemeth.

"No." Solas breathed out.

"Can you stay?" Soora pleaded with Flemeth, "I'm sure Morrigan has a few questions – as will my advisors. You said you'd have a plan, in the notes, if this day arrived. Explain it to us."

Flemeth's lips thinned as she thought, "Very well. You're advisors will have a lot to learn before we leave for the Korcari Wilds tomorrow."

"Thank you." Soora bowed her head. Flemeth nodded to them before heading for the door, "I need to speak with Morrigan. Get your advisors, we will speak at dusk."

"I..." Solas spoke once Flemeth was out the door, shaking his head, "...Fenedhis."

"We have to tell them." Soora leaned her butt against the war table, her hands coming to rest on her hips, "They're gonna find out."

Solas leaned onto the table next to her, furrowing his brows with his arms crossed, "You knew..?"

Soora nodded, "I did."

"What does the notebook say?" Solas asked.

"I...can not tell you." Soora pushed herself off the table and started walking towards the door.

"Soora-"

"Come," Soora grabbed onto the handle, "We need to tell the others." At a flash Solas stood behind Soora, his hand planted firmly on the door.

"Vhenan..."

"Please, Solas...I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"...I just can't." Soora held onto the door handle, "Please, we need to tell the others." Solas let his hand fall off the door, leaving her to escape. He stared after her, shaking his head. He shut his eyes and turned away from the door. He walked over to the war table and leaned his palms against it. Something wasn't right.

Soora cleared out the tavern and was able to gather everyone she needed to in it. Soora allowed Cole not to come, he already knew everything from when she disappeared. She could already see the questioning looks and confused glances as everyone made their way into the tavern. Hawke and her companions had decided to stay and help with whatever and however they could, knowing Flemeth from when Hawke delivered the Amulet to the Danish, she felt an unknowing need to find out what was going on. The King and Queen also decided to listen in. Arya and Alistair didn't understand what was going on. They knew Flemeth had somehow survived their battle, putting the pieces together when Soora explained who exactly Flemeth was and who or what inhabit her. Soon than came the questions about why she was here and who hadn't explain what yet.

"Well," Soora cleared her throat and scratched the side of her head, her face flushed, "When I disappeared into the Eluvian, as you all know, I time traveled...but I lied about where I went and who I was with. I was with Mythal and Fen'Harel in ancient Arlathan-"

"What?" Cassandra cut Soora off, standing up.

"That's madness." Dorian shook his head.

"Just, let me finish," Soora held up her hands, "I was there for a little over a year-"

"But your hair-"

"Bull," Soora glared at him, "Please. Look, it turns out I...know Fen'Harel. We all-"

"I am Fen'Harel." Solas spoke up from his spot behind Soora, leaning his shoulder against the fireplace. There was a short pause before questions erupted from Soora's companions. A few from Arya and Alistair. One from Bethany. Solas answered them all as best as he could, watching his words carefully. Sera sat quietly in the background, looking down at her knuckles.

"So," Cassandra turned her head to Solas, "Should we call you Fen'Harel now...or?"

"I would prefer to remain being called Solas. I have gotten use to the name." Solas leaned against one of the wooden pillars in the tavern. Soora sat on the stairs, leaning her head against the railing. Listening to Solas talk about this, willing, to everyone...she was jealous to say the least. Soora looked in between the railing and saw Solas straining to come up with more answers.

"Okay," Soora sighed, standing up. She walked down a couple steps and stood behind Solas, "Cullen, Leliana, Cassandra...come with me. Everyone else can leave or...whatever." Soora rubbed her neck as she walked out of the tavern, Cassandra, Cullen and Leliana following her to the war room. Few gave her questioning looks as she exited the tavern. Solas' face had mixed emotion, none she could place at the moment – nor did she have to time to figure it out.

It was past midnight when Soora walked out of the war room with Flemeth, Cullen, Leliana and Cassandra. Soora felt exhausted, she just wanted to curl into bed and sleep forever. She forced herself to walk through the halls that led to the main hall, rubbing her eyes as she stood in front of the door that lead to her quarters. Pushing the door to the hallway leaning to her quarters open with a yawn, she could hear Morrigan talking to Flemeth behind her, in front of the Undercroft. She forced herself to get all the way to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her – at this moment, she did not wish to be disturbed, or even acknowledged. Hoping to the Creators that Solas was in his own bed tonight, she didn't know how to feel at the moment about him. He just talked about it all. Said, 'I am Fen'Harel.' with no hesitation or changing the subject before admitting his secret. Soora shook her head and started unbuttoning her blouse, walking up the stairs as she did so. She heard sheets moving around on her bed and looked up. Solas was fast asleep, his clothes laid on the floor, his head under a pillow and the sheets tangled around him. Soora's lips forcefully curled into a smile as she pulled her blouse off, letting it fall to the floor as she walked over to the balcony and closed the door, locking it. She walked to the other balcony and closed the doors. She heard some more shuffling before Solas' arms wrapped around her body as she locked the doors shut. He leaned his head on her shoulder and kissed her neck.

"Go back to bed," Soora leaned the side of her cheek against his head.

"I've been meaning to give you something," He whispered, lifting his hand in front of them to show her the wolves jaw necklace he made centuries ago for her.

"Fen'Harel," Soora smiled and took it from him. She turned to him once he let go of her, "Thank you."

Soora pulled it over her head, pulling her hair out of the necklace once it rested on her shoulders, "I love it." Solas placed a kiss on Soora's lips and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Let us sleep," Soora whispered against his lips. Solas helped her remove the last of her clothes before they curled up together under the sheets.

Solas kissed the scar on her shoulder and whispered, "I love you, Soora."

Soora smiled and turned, kissing the scar on his forehead, "I love you too, Fen'Harel."

Soora couldn't sleep that night, as she laid in her lovers arms all she could think about was Andruil. In Mythal's notebook over fifty pages were dedicated to Andruil. How to stop her, manipulate her, harass her, make her go insane but all of those ways never talked about her regaining her magic. By the sound of Flemeth's voice when she informed them that Andruil had her magic back, she guessed even she or Mythal didn't see this happening. Soora slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb Solas. She grabbed Solas' long sleeved shirt off the floor and shoved it over her head as she walked over to her desk. She pulled out Mythal's notebook and waved her hand at the candles on her desk. The candles lit up, illuminated the small area, making it visible for Soora to see the writing but still dim enough not to bother Solas. Soora opened the notebook to a page close to the end, a couple pages before Mythal's notes for Solas started. She bit her thumb as she read through the text. She's gone over her head a million times how to end Andruil. How to take control of her arrows, how to burn them as they hurtled towards her, how to protect her friends if and when Andruil targeted them.

Soora inwardly cursed at the Mythal – She knew Andruil would kill her, regaining some memory even if it was centuries later. How stupid was Mythal? Why would she take away Andruil's magic and memories? Why not just kill her? Soora understood that Andruil was Mythal's child but it's not like she hadn't attack another one of her children before. Soora didn't understand it and from the way Solas has been reacting to Flemeth's sudden appearance, neither did he. Or maybe he hadn't even thought of it yet? Maybe he had and he did figure it out?

Soora glanced up at Solas. Or maybe she was thinking to much into this. Maybe Andruil living this long had a purpose. How had she been living this long? Going completely unnoticed? She must have stayed in the Sunless Lands, keeping away from Humans and the other races, probably elves too since they had the life-span of everyone else. Soora leaned her head back against the chair, her eyes not leaving Solas. She remembered the brief interaction she saw between Fen'Harel and Andruil in the past. How she wanted him, even when he's done so much to hurt her. He probably almost killed her once. Looking back down at the notebook, she had an idea. As quietly as Soora could, she slid a drawer in her desk open and pulled out ink and a quill, as well as the small notebook she's been writing her idea's and notes in.

Idea number thirty-seven – Use Solas as bait.

As much as it pained her to think it, let alone write it, she knew it could work. She just had to get him to agree to it. She leaned back in her chair and moved the quill under her chin. If Andruil still had feelings for Fen'Harel, the bait thing would work. Soora leaned forward and rubbed the back of her neck. She wondered if Andruil ever figured out why Fen'Harel was acting weird that morning. Was he acting weird or was that how he usually acted with Andruil? They both knew Andruil was getting suspicious of how little anyone but Mythal saw of Fen'Harel for the year she was stuck there. He missed meetings, he locked his Eluvian from the other Gods, he even locked Mythal out knowing that Elgar'nan would use her to open the Eluvian. He made sure no one was in the crossroads, or at least anywhere near the path they would take to get to Mythal's eluvian, before they left to train with her. He took a lot of precautions, now she could see why. She set the quill down and pulled her leg up to lean on the edge of the chair, biting her thumb as she continued to rack through her brain for more ideas.

"Mmmm..."

Soora looked up at saw Solas' eye peeking from under the pillow to look at her. She snapped her fingers, the fire on the candles going out.

"Did I wake you?" Soora asked, closing the notebooks and placing them back in the drawer.

"No," Solas spoke, watching her as she stood up and walked over to the bed. Soora crawled into the bed next to him and pulled her knee's up to her chest.

"Are you mad?" Soora mumbled, tilting her head down. Solas pulled his hand out from under the covers and pulled her hand into his own, "No. Though I do not agree with you keeping secrets from me but I would be a hypocrite if I said I never kept anything from you."

Soora looked at Solas, seeing a small smirk form on his lips from under the pillow. Soora smiled, "I promise, no more secrets."

Solas pushed the pillow off his head and leaned up on his arms, "No."

"No?" Soora furrowed her brows.

"No."

"...I'm lost." Soora bit her lip, slumping her shoulders.

"Being completely honest," Solas started, "It doesn't come natural – to anyone. Varric lies-"

"Every other sentence is over exaggerated."

"Cassandra lies-"

"Really?"

"Cullen lies-

"Not Cully-Wully." Soora pouted.

Solas shook his head and small chuckle escaping his lips, "The point is, vhenan, there are some thing we don't tell people-"

"Like you keeping secret about being Fen'Harel?" Soora smirked at him, laying down on the bed.

"You aren't going to let me forget that?" Solas mumbled, placing the pillow back on his head to hid his amusement.

"Never." Soora giggled, picking the pillow up and kissing his nose.

"Vhenan-"

"Shh," Soora let the pillow fall back on his head, "We need to sleep, we're leaving in a couple hours." Solas pushed the pillow off his head as Soora turned away from him, pulling the covers over her. Solas scooted closer to Soora, resting his chin on her arm.

"I have one more secret that I must share." He mumbled, looking at Soora.

"Oh, no," Soora turned onto her back, Solas moving his head off of her and stared down at her, "What did you do?"

"I can not believe you're accusing me of something," Solas had a look of disbelief on his face, causing Soora to giggled.

"Okay, okay. What is it?" Soora smiled, placing a hand on Solas' cheek, her thumb rubbing lightly against it.

"More of a confession, really." Solas smirked down at her.

"A dirty confession?" Soora bit her lip, her hand leaving Solas' cheek to rest on her stomach.

"Shut up," Solas chuckled, kissing her, "I love you."

"I-"

"And I don't mean 'I love you' like the way I love my coffee cold or the way I love when Cassandra hits Varric or even the way I love seeing Iron Bull fail at mounting a horse." Solas tilted his head, brushing his fingers against Soora's cheek as she snorted and giggled, "I love you in a way I've never loved anyone before...I love you in a way that consumes me."

Soora slipped her hand around Solas' neck, leaning up and rested her palm behind her, leaning against it, "You never stop amazing me, Solas." Solas slipped his hand into her hair before he pulled her in for a kiss. Soora smiled against his lips, bringing him down to the bed with her.

ADD NOTE: And that, my friends, is chapter one. I was originally going to cut this in half after the two love-mages said good night to one another butttttt….I know I haven't given you any Soora/Solas lovin' so I put the chapters together. I hope you all enjoyed. Can't wait till you read chapter 2. hehe. I'm evil cx