I really haven't leant my lesson about writing too many fanfictions simultaneously, but I have so many ideas! *yelp*
So now I'm presenting you with my third Elder Scrolls fanfiction (Third?! When did this happen?!), Child of the Thalmor, which will very loosely follow the Main and Civil War questlines. I can see this being a long one, so I'll try to update regularly and not just post a few chapters and then forget about it for a year which I'm guilty of doing with previous fanfictions. orz

In any case I hope you enjoy the first chapter and just so you are aware the second chapter is well under way and should not take too long (touch wood)

"Are you sure it was a dragon?" Elanin's voice carried a considerable amount of scepticism at the First Emissary's account of the events at Helgen.
"I'm not blind, girl! I know what I saw" Elenwen snapped back huffily, folding her arms.
The younger Altmer furrowed her brows. "But how and why? The dragons disappeared over an era ago."
"I do not know, but I intend to find out." The Thalmor ambassador replied pensively.
Elanin looked inquisitively at the woman. "It seems like you already have an idea as to why"
Elenwen gave the girl a curious stare at her astute observation. She often forgot just how much her daughter took after her. "Perhaps..." She answered, making sure to keep her tone as ambiguous as possible. In her signature manner of elegance, the High Elf strode around her desk and stopped before her rather large chest, in which she stored all her most important documents. From her regulation black Thalmor robes, Elenwen pulled out a single silver key with an Aldmeri Dominion insignia engraved on the hilt, which she proceeded to use to unlock the chest. Carefully she sifted through the many papers, journals and scrolls that filled the container until she came across the one she was searching for. A small, leather-bound journal, burgundy in colour. Insouciantly, the Altmer threw the book down onto her desk. "Ulfric Stormcloak, the leader of this so-called "rebellion" against the Empire." She gave the journal a look of contempt as she spoke.
"You believe he's behind the attack?" It was an innocuous question from the younger elf as she took it upon herself to thumb through the document with a childish curiosity.
"He had the most to gain from such an attack. The chaos would have allowed him to evade the executioner's axe and live to see another day." Elenwen was watching her daughter meticulously flick through the pages without really seeing anything as she reviewed her theorisation of events silently to herself. "Or so he thought..." She added as an afterthought.
Elanin looked up at the ambassador inquiringly. "What do you mean?"
"Ulfric was never actually going to be executed. We did not want the Empire to become complacent with the biggest threat to their stability gone, and so we had a plan to ensure that was not going to be the case." She explained in a resolute manner. "Fortunately, the dragon attacked and our plan became obsolete. This way no one could possibly accuse the Thalmor of aiding his escape"
Taking a step back from the desk and folding her own arms, Elanin narrowed her tawny eyes as she gave her mother a scrutinising look. "From the sounds of it, the Thalmor had more to gain than anyone" Her tone was bordering on becoming accusatory.
"We did." Elenwen pursed her lips. "But we do not, however, have the means to summon a great big dragon whenever we wish"
The suspicion in her daughter's eyes was not eased at her words. "How do you know Stormcloak can then?"
The questions were beginning to wear thin with the Emissary and a definite scowl was forming across her face. "I don't" She replied curtly, irritation seeping from each carefully enunciated syllable.
"Then how are you going to find out?" Elanin's voice was low. She knew exactly how the Thalmor got their information. Her words were not asked as a question but as a provocation.
"Nothing you say is going to change anything." Elenwen did not raise her voice or visibly disclose just how aggravated she was. Instead she spoke with an extreme severity to her tone. "The world is not black and white, child. It is high time you grew up and learnt that."
The girl blinked amusedly at the Altmer, a smile curling her lips. "That's rather ironic. You refer to me as "child" and then tell me to grow up"
"It is evident that you enjoy testing my patience, Elanin" She replied, making an extra effort to emphasise the fact that she was no longer referring to her as a child, whilst giving the female a scathing glare.
Elanin shrugged nonchalantly, stilling smirking. She was fully aware that her actions were only goading her mother further.
Shaking her head in an exceedingly irritated manner, Elenwen snapped "I do not have time for your petty games" as she snatched up the journal from the desk and made for the reinforced wooden door out of the solar. Just as she reached the door, the ambassador turned back to the girl and remarked in a virulent tone "If you wish for me to stop treating you like a child then perhaps you should stop acting like the spoilt brat that you are". And with that, she turned on her heels and left.

The fearsome dragon, Sahloknir, crashed unceremoniously to the ground, felled by two humans, who now stood triumphantly over its dying bulk.
"Daar los ni oblaan!"
In an instant, the beast burst into an assortment of amber and orange flames that devoured everything but its skeleton, causing the female of the pair to jump back in alarm, hastily praying under her breath to every deity she could think of. The male, however, did not. He was used to this strange phenomenon. A godly white glow then began to surround the remains of the dragon before the same glow engulfed the male as well.
"Gods above!" Delphine was at a loss for words as the Nord beside her seemingly absorbed this light until finally the clearing returned to its usual dusky self as the bright light ebbed away.
"So you really are... I... It's true, isn't it? You really are Dragonborn. I owe you some answers, don't I?" Mrydulf Wolf-Fang simply smiled at the Breton as he sheathed his bloodied weapons.
"We could start with: who the hell are you and what in Oblivion's name do you want with me?" He replied jovially, but Delphine's sombre expression remained unchanged.
"I'm one of the last members of the Blades. A very long time ago, the Blades were dragonslayers, and we served the Dragonborn, the greatest dragonslayer." Her voice was hushed, paranoid that even in a perfectly deserted part of the vast Skyrim countryside, someone was listening in. "For the last two hundred years, since the last Dragonborn emperor, the Blades have been searching for a purpose. Now that dragons are coming back, our purpose is clear again. We need to stop them."
The Blades. They rang a distant bell in the back of Mrydulf's mind.
"Weren't you all forced to disband after the whole White-Gold Concordat thing?" He recalled, scratching his head.
"That's what the Thalmor wanted to happen" She scoffed. "But we don't go down without a damn good fight"
Changing the subject matter back to that of their current situation, he asked casually "So, if you're trying to rid Skyrim of these dragons, do you have any ideas as to why they've returned in the first place?"
"Not a damn thing. I was just as surprised as you to find that big black dragon here." Her frustration was evident as she clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms.
"I've seen that black monstrosity before"
"Really? Where?" Delphine's eyes lit up at his words.
"He was the one that attack Helgen and allowed those Stormcloaks and I to escape the chopping block"
"Interesting. Same dragon..." Momentarily, she looked pensive, considering what this could all mean, before she kicked the ground angrily and venting "Damn it, we're blundering around in the dark here! We need to figure out who's behind it all!"
Shifting his weight onto his right and tilting his head in a somewhat questioning manner, Mrydulf asked "And how do we do that?"
Delphine was silent for a moment. "The Thalmor are our best lead. If they aren't involved, they'll know who is."
"Why the Thalmor?"
She gave him contemplative look before she spoke. "Nothing solid. Yet. But my gut tells me it can't be anybody else." Upon seeing the Nord raise an eyebrow at the statement, she explained. "The Empire had captured Ulfric. The war was basically over. Then a dragon attacks, Ulfric escapes, and the war is back on. And now the dragons are attacking everywhere, indiscriminately. Skyrim is weakened, the Empire is weakened. Who else gains from that but the Thalmor?"
"Point taken" He smiled. "But I highly doubt the Thalmor are going to cough up all their nefarious little plans if we just go up and ask them nicely about it"
"If we could get into the Thalmor Embassy... It's the centre of their operations in Skyrim... Problem is, that place is locked up tighter than a miser's purse. They could teach me a few things about paranoia..." The Breton mused whilst rubbing her chin.
"We could invite them all to a party and sneak in while they're living the high life" Mrydulf joked. Delphine scowled. "Well, how do you suggest we get in there?"
"I'm not sure yet. I have a few ideas, but I'll need some time to pull things together... Meet me back in Riverwood. If I'm not back when you get there, wait for me. I shouldn't be long. Keep an eye on the sky. This is only going to get worse."

I hope the second half of this chapter wasn't too boring as I realise most of it was just a regurgitated conversation from the game but I felt it fit nicely. I'll try not to do that again in future chapters.
Also if you didn't notice there was a considerable time skip in the middle. I hope I made that obvious enough.
And as the dragon dies he says "Daar los ni oblaan!" which should translate as "This is not the end!" hopefully!

I'm rambling now! xD
I hope you enjoyed it and I will see you next time