A Dark Elf and a Racist Chapter 1: Ch1, an elder scroll series fanfic

Dark Elf and a Racist

Ch.1 :Blue and Shiny

Summary: A Young Darkelf by the name of Arikth is exploring a dremer ruin on solsthiem but he bit of more then he can chew when he fishes a young breton male out of his flooding doom, they somehow put their differences aside and travel to skyrim but they don't know that Mara planted a seed in their hearts, can they make it though the harsh tundra or with this be the death of them?.

Stopping his tracks, he saw two reavers at the entrance of a ruin "Nice horse" one says to the other as he pokes it with his sword and it rears in protest. " I'onder what idiot left it, out'ere, in the ash fields" Arikth thought the same and nodded in agreement before letting his arrow fly killing one, and leaping with zeal to gruesomely murder the other. Arikth patted the horses snout "Mhm" as he pulled down his leather ash mask "I didn't like'em either" he squatted down picking up the reavers satchel and found a apple, he promptly split in it in half with the horse, before the ground shook, a cloud of ash spewed up. Thinking,he took the horse and tied it to a fallen tree branch " I guess we'll see if curiosity kills the elf, eh?" he says quietly to the cream horse before pulling his mask up and leaving to the dremer ruin, Nchardak.

It lead him to a long hallway and at the end of it was a chair with a smoking candle along with scattered notes and it was another corridor, he sauntered over and leisurely gathered them, thinking they would be of use, shoving them into the reaver satchel, he ventured on. Arikth drew his glass sword and carefully came around the corner only to step into puddle of water, he swiftly hopped backwards as a small section of the floor gave out. He assumed the cloud of ash from earlier was from this caving in, flooding with water. Just as he was about to walk away something blue caught his eye...something shiny...something valuable, he turned and squinted his eyes to see better. It was a person, in mages robes ad the shiny thing was around his neck. He then had to make a decision, hearing another shift in stone he had to decide fast.

Arikth flung the satchel and sword to the ground and jumped into the water and gripped the person with one hand, being as strong as he was it was not a problem swimming him to the surface, But as soon as he breathed in precious air, a part of the ceiling crashed into the water causing a large wave, Arikth wrapped the man's arms around his neck and exploded out of the water,he swiftly swung the man around, over his shoulder grabbed the satchel and sword. the place was coming down and fast, he ran as fast as he could through the 1st corridor but it was too late a piece had fallen in his path. Not thinking just doing he jumped over it but didn't stick the landing as well as he thought he would and ended up cracking a few ribs, he was already crashing out the large door before feeling the pain. He kicked the door shut with a much force as possible, hoping to hinder the flooding water and it worked to his surprise.

He looked down at the young blonde man in his arms he was blue, Arikth layed him on the ground and pounded on his chest, pulled down his mask and breathed air into the mans lungs, after a few moments the man coughed and rolled onto his side away from Arikth, giving him time to pull up his ash mask. Helping the man sit up "You are?" Arikth said in monotone.

"Oliver" he said weakly before passing out. What a plain name for a stereotypical breton, mage robes and all. He simply hmmed before swinging the passed out breton over his shoulder once more. and approaching the horse "This is yours?" the horse complacently neighed and he patted her "well am sure he'll want a beast like'ou?" Arikth swung the breton over the rear of the horse and then retrieved the satchel, and put his sword were it belonged; on his hip. He then look at the Bretons clothes and then down at the deceased reavers and spied a nice steel dagger. Without hesitating he pocketed it, not like he's going to be needing it then he slipped it into the satchel. Mounting the horse he patted the breton on the ass "sleep well, sorry bout the bumps" then he gripped the horses reins and set off to the north, he followed the faint smoke of his untended campfire.

A/N: New story for you, not really feel in the Ianian adventures but I may or may not finish it. Anyway hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be up within the hour. First time writing a love story and one with a guy and girl is to "mainstream" so I hopeful we shall see where this goes. Might go well or CRASH AND BURN! -explosions and fireworks-

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