Skyrim: Song of Hrormir

Song of Hrormir is a book in Skyrim. It teaches Two-Handed

Song of Hrormir

  Hrormir

  Son of Hrorgar

  Summoned to the Court of Vjindak,

  Son of Vjinmore, King of Evensnow.

     "Mighty caster of magic,

  I charge thee to go to Aelfendor,

  For its hoary Warriors do threaten my Land

  And bring forth their cousin Demons

  To terrify my People."

  Hrormir

  Son of Hrorgar

  Heard the Words of Vjindak Evensnow.

     "By Icestaff,

  Surely I would help thee
  But I have already a Quest to drink

  Twelve Flagons of Mead in one Hour,

  And then to bed four Wenches,

  Twice each.

  So I must with grace decline."

  The King he did not smile

  At Hrormir and his jolly Spirit.

     "By thine Honor

  Must thou aidest my Cause

  For must thou takest up the Sword

  Of thy Companion Darfang

  Who took the Quest and failed."

  Hrormir laughed.

     "Now I know thou jest.

  My boon Mate Darfang wouldst not fail.

  There be no finer Bladesman.

  If thou chargest him, he wouldst not fall."
     "I did not say he fell.

  He joined the Dark Kings of Aelfendor

  And by doing so dishonored

  Himself and thee, his Friend."

  Hrormir could not believe the Words,

  And yet, he knew Eversnow

  Didst not lie.

  So for twenty Days and three rodeth he

  To the Land of Night, the Kingdom of Fear,

  Where the Peasants ever carried Candles

  Knowing what Evil awaiteth them

  Should they stray beyond the Glow.

  The Sovereigncy of three Dark Kings:

  Aelfendor.

  There, Torch in Hand, didst Hrormir

  Pass through haunted Countryside

  And frightened Villages,

  And through the black Gates

  Of the blacker Castle of Aelfendor.

  The three Dark Kings didst sneer

  At the sight of mighty Hrormir

  And summoned they their Champion

  Darfang the Blade.

     "My boon Companion!"

  Hrormir called in the Hall of Night.

     "I dare not trust my Eyes,

  For then I wouldst believe
  That thou hast joined with Evil,

  And turned thy Way from Honor

  And Brotherhood!"

     "Hrormir!"

  Darfang the Blade didst cry.

     "If thou dost not go now,

  One of us must die, for I hate thee!"

  But Hrormir was battle ready,

  And in the echoing Halls of Night

  The Blade of Darfang

  And the Staff of Hrormir

  Didst strike again and yet again.

  Mighty Warriors and Mages both,
  The boon Companions now Foes,

  Shook Mundus with their War.

  They might have fought for a Year

  If there were Sun in Aelfendor

  To mark Time,

  And either Hrormir or Darfang

  May verily have won.

  But Hrormir saweth through the Dark

  The Tears in the Eyes of his former Friend,

  And then he saweth the Shadow of Darfang

  Wert not his own.

  And so with Icestaff, he did strike

  Not Darfang, but his Shadow, which cried.

     "Hold, Mortal Man!"

  The Shadow becameth the Hag,

  Bent and twisted, in her Cloak and Hood.

  From her faceless Shadows, she hissed.

     "Mortal Man called Hrormir

  The Soul of thy boon Companion

  Is my Plaything,

  But I will take thine in trade,

  For though ye both have strong Arms,

  Thou hast the more clever Mind

  Which my Sons the Dark Kings need

  For a Champion of Aelfendor."

  Hrormir the brave didst not take a Breath

  Or pause before he boldly said.

     "Shadowy Hag, release Darfang,

  And thou mayst use me as thou will."

  The Hag didst laugh and freed Darfang.

     "To save thine Honor this thou hast done,

  But now thou must be without Honor

  Mortal Man, as the Champion

  Of the Dark Kings, my Heirs of Gray Maybe,

  Thou must help them divide Aelfendor,

  And love me,

  Thy Shadowy Hag and thy Mistress well."

  For his loss of Honor,
  And his dear Friend's Sacrifice,

  Noble Darfang prepared to take his Dagger

  And plunge it in his good Heart,

  But Hrormir stayed his Brother's Hand and whispered.

     "No, boon Companion,

  Wait for me at the Village Banquet Hall."

  And then did Darfang the Blade leave the Castle

  While Hrormir took the withered Claw

  Of the Hag, and pressed it to his Lips.

     "Shadowy Hag, to thee I pledge

  To only honor thy black Words

  To turn my back on Truth

  To aid thy Dark Kings' Ambition

  To divide their Inheritance fairly

  To love thee

  To think thee beautiful."

  Then to the Chamber in the Heart of Night

  Hrormir and the Hag did retire

  Kissed he there her wrinkled Lips

  And her wrinkled, sagging Breasts,

  For ten Days and Nights and three did Hrormir

  And his Icestaff

  Battle thus.

  Then Sweet Kynareth blew honeyed Winds

  O'er the Hills and Forest Glens of Aelfendor,

  And the Caress of warm blooded Dibella 

  Coaxed the Blossoms to wanton Display

  So that Aelfendor became a Garden

  Of all the Senses.

  The frightened Servants of the Dark Kings

  Woke to find there was naught to fear

  And through the once dark Streets of the Village

  Came the Cries of Celebration.

  In the Banquet Hall of the Village

  Hrormir and his boon Companion Darfang

  Embraced and drank of rich Mead.
  The Shadowy Hag too was smiling,

  Sleeping still in her soft Bed,

  Until the morning Sun touched her naked Face

  And she awoke, and saw All,

  And knew All saw her.

  And she cried out:

     "Mortal Man!"

  Night fell fast upon the Land

  As the Hag flew into the Banquet Hall

  Casting blackest Darkness in her Wake

  But all the Celebrants still could see

  Her Anger

  In her monstrous Face

  And they shook with Fear.

  The Hag had said the Kingdom was

  To be divided among her Heirs.

  But Aelfendor had been kept whole

  While her Children divided,

  Drawn and quartered.

  Hrormir was mightily amused.

  He swallowed his Laughter

  In his Mead,

  For none should laugh outright

  At the Daedra Lord Nocturnal.

  Without her gray Cowl of shadowed Night,

  Her hideous Face forced the Moons

  To hide themselves.

  Hrormir the mighty did not quail.

     "Wherest be thine Hood, shadowy hag?"

     "Mortal Man hast taken it from me unaware.

  When I awoke, my Face unmasked,

  My Kingdom cast into the Light,

  My Dark King Heirs in Pieces cast,

  And here, my Champion smiles.

  Yet in truth, thou kept thy Promise truly,

  To never keep thy Promise true."

  Hrormir

  Son of Hrorgar
  Bowed to the Hag, his Queen.

     "And evermore, 

  'Til thou releaseth me, will I serve thee so."

     "A clever Mind in a Champion

  Is a much overvalued Trait."

  The Hag released Hrormir's Soul

  And he released her Hood.

  And so in the Light of darkest Dark,

  She left Aelfendor evermore.

  And after drinking twelve Flagons of Mead,

  And bedding four Wenches

  Twice each,

  Did Darfang return to Eversnow
  With Hrormir

  Son of Hrorgar.

Properties

Weight: 1

Value: 50

Locations

Near a cauldron on the first floor of Jala's House