Time to officially catch up.
Chapter 6:
Out in the open, and on a path to Riverwood. Good to know Val made a real friend out of Ralov of Riverwood. I enjoyed the description of the flora and fauna here, and how our protagonist can relate somewhat to it. To him, its all natural.
We also get a glimpse of the barrow and the creatures within. I have a feeling our protagonist may just pay a visit to this lair and find himself under its shadow, too.
The Huntsman Creed. I'll have to remember that.
Chapter 7: We get some Nord warmth at last in a cozy home.
I must applaud your writing her. You certainly are no amateur when it comes to detailed writing and the young Stomcloak boy who's well on his way on almost becoming a little soldier

You did well to add and expand upon that part of the tale, and once again I clap in the good prose and style of writing. Simple yet detailed and great enough to keep us entertained. With Valrimor, this certainly is made possible!
Chapter 8: This made me hungry.
Nord/Mer Hangover! You should have a mini side plot for that

After that near death experience at the Headsman's axe and a rough and perilous escape, some mead is good right about now( I know he had some wine back at Helgen, though, but not to this degree). Doesn't matter where in Nirn you go, heavy drinking almost certainly always leads to brawls. Don't call Val a tree hugger!
Chapter 9: Ah. The inner workings of turmoil in a character's mind. This I like! You did well here. Characters with flaws and problems of their own makes us sympathize more with them. He did good to apologize. And I have a creeping feeling he's going to get into more trouble with his drinking problem. We're in Skyrim, Val, drinking ale and wine to Nords is as normal and regular as breathing. Ale is Skyrim's water!
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”