Luna, Luna Alyssum,"
The new mother sighed the name of her new daughter;
"What a beautiful name, Rosalina..." the priestess sighed happily as she held the wriggling new born in her arms;
Roselina smiled as she craned her neck to have just a small glance at her new daughter, her daughter had her dark obsidian hair, and her nordic fathers snow like skin and sapphire eyes.
With that glance, the sweet honey and the fragrant incense of the temple of Kynareth, lulled the exhausted dark elven woman to sleep.
The mother of twenty-five winters, held the newborn Luna in her arms, holding her close from the cold and danger, the woolen blanket that the temple provided was soft and also held heat in well, it was perfect for her new bundle.
As the familiar little waterfall sounded, Roselina smiled as she knew she was nearing her home; as the cart bent around the cobble stone which weaved a pleasant sound whilst the horses hooves clipped onto them, she was finally at her small yet cosy cabin, her brother stood at the door, proud and smiling, and her little nephew sprinted without exhaustion up to her; she wasn't just at her cabin, she was now finally home.
The new mother, Rosalina was now home in their little cabin which seemed to be in the middle of no-where, but the dark elves couldn't be in a better place, as the war in Skyrim raged on outside of Whiterun hold, they were safe for now, and who on earth weather it may the Stormcloak rebels, or the Imperials, would waste their time on a small family in the middle of no-where, they were safe thanks to the clever thinking of her brother, the new uncle Remus.
Chubby little hands belonging to a three winter old boy, poked at the pale purple cheeks of Luna;
"She's so cute, Auntie!"
Sol giggled as Luna gripped his plump thumb, Rosalina smiled;
"Look she's grabbing my hand!"
the young boy seemed to be over the moon at the quick bond between them,
The childs mother walked over from her washing up to kneel beside her curious nephew, and chuckled
"That means she trusts you, Sol-"
"That means I'll always protect her, right Auntie?!"
The enthusiastic Sol interrupted his Aunt with a jump, grin and giggle, she too, grinned,
"Yes, Sol when you're as big and strong as your Daddy! and to help you..."
She got up off the ground from were they were looking over the wool lined makeshift crib, and dipped her hand into her wooden trinket box,
"Ah here it is!"
She said, triumphantly as she found her treasure, an aged piece of black string being anchored, by a thick white leather pouch that seemed to burn a luxury into the rugged atmosphere of the dark elven families thatch roofed cabin.
"Take this,"
Rosalina tied the cloth scapular around the boys frail neck,
"A charm of Akatosh, to give you bravery, my little Sol."
As Sol rejoiced and went to tell his oblivious baby cousin about his new present, Rosalina sighed as she approached her brother,
"Why did you give your cloth scapular to Sol?"
asked the confused father of Sol, she sighed and replied, looking back at the innocents,
"He said he wants to protect her when he is older, and from Luna's half elven blood, and other family members, he will need it..."
Hey, thanks for reading my first fanfiction, well on this account...
Yes, my other account is called Fried Marshmallows and I have published a few stories on that, like Elven Dragon, (My first story on this site)
Constructive criticism helps out alot and thanks for reading! :D