The Snow Elves

by HappyHamsters

My name is Telind Frost Holder. I am alone in this horrific world. My people fought a terrible war with Nordic people and I fought with them. At every corner I've been betrayed. I am the last of the Snow Elves and my life is far from over. Note: This is 24 years after the dragons return and I don't follow the dialogue.

1. Chapter 1: The Beginning

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Frost and fire.

I raised in this magic. I was train along with thousands of other children to kill the Nords. The Night of Tears was our first great victory over the Nordic Humans. We were taught never to surrender. To aways win or die trying. We were the victors. Then 500 Nords came and attacked. We had declared war. After many defeats we scattered across Tamriel. A leader came to lead us to fight the Nords. He called himself the Snow Prince. For a while we were victorious but at The Battle of the Moesring our leader was killed by a angry child. The Nords were bloodthirsty and they killed The Snow Elves by the thousand. We fled to our brothers the Dwemer. They gave us refuge but at a hight price. They made my people slaves. We worked in horrible places. We were forced to eat toxic plants. I made it out. I stepped into the light. I wasn't blind. I was free. I fled to the Chantry or Auri-El. Many Snow elves were there and we thought we were safe. But years later a horrible creature attacked our home. They were The Betrayed or as the Nords called them The Falmer. I ran like the coward I was. I fled to the Nord city of Windhelm. Elves were hated there. I said I was a High Elf and changed my name from Telind to Lorundil. I was hated still. I had been hated, chased, inslaved and betrayed. I thought things could only get better. But I had trouble finding a job and living a regular life. A Nord beggar, A drunkered and others would yell in the streets at night and tell the elves to die. I had grown to hate everyone and trust no one. I lived a lonely life. I thought I was alone in the world. It's is the story of my people. The hatred they brought upon themselves. My lonely life hadn't ended yet but I wish it would.

- Telind Frost

The pale man set down his quill and shut the leather bound book he was writing in. His pale blue eyes darted around. His looked around his small home. He dragged his slender fingers through his long white hair and slowly went to his small mat. Telind almost fell the mat. The young man's eyes slowly closed and he dreamed.

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