In all honesty, I really shouldn't be surprised by how odd my current predicament is. When you come from a world where dragons reign terror upon the lands, giant spiders are a common occurrence, and trolls roam the frozen mountaintops, waking up surrounded by strange people really shouldn't be too concerning. That is, unless one of the men is a dwarf, who have long disappeared from Skyrim, four are man-like creatures who are even smaller than I am, an elf, some strange man in a grey robe, and two very tall and very strong looking humans. Though I suppose I should explain exactly how I got to be in this situation before continuing on with my story.

I pant softly as I crouch behind a large snow covered boulder, a startled gasp escaping my lips as fire rains down upon my hiding spot, a deafening roar following the blast. I crouch down, the snow nearly up to my thighs as I frantically scan the area, relaxing only minutely as I see Vilkas and Farkas hiding behind another boulder nearby. I silently nod to them, a playful smirk crossing my lips as I leap up and over my boulder, drawing my bow as Alduin himself hovers over my petite frame. I aim for his throat as he stares down at me, giving Vilkas and Farkas the time they need to get into position as I distract the giant dragon.

I remain unfazed as Alduin bears his teeth before speaking in a deep and roughened tone, his booming voice ringing out over the snowy mountains. "Dovahkiin, hin kah fen kos bonaar.* You are but a tiny Dunmer. Do you truly believe you can defeat me?"

I gaze up into the beast's maw, my lips curling into a soft smirk. "I do not believe I can defeat you Alduin." I take a step closer to him, my four foot eleven frame dwarfed by his massive body. "I know I can. It is my destiny, as it is your destiny to perish by my hand!" My lips now curl into a snarl, my grip on my bow tightening as I glare at him, the fury in my eyes much like the fire of a flame atronach despite the softness of my features that differs me from most of the elves of Skyrim.

Alduin's gaze turns deadly, his sharpened teeth glinting in the nearly blinding light as he opens his giant maw. Without a moments hesitation I dive out of the way, landing in a graceful roll as Alduin's fire blasts where I once stood. Vilkas and Farkas leap from their respective hiding spots, twin shouts of rage escaping their lips as they slash out with their weapons, two deep slashes appearing in Alduin's hind legs. The twins return to their hiding spots just in time, Alduin snarling into the air "Meyye! Tahrodiis aanne! Him hinde pah liiv! Zu'u hin daan!" **

I suddenly lunge forward, firing three arrows in quick succession, and watching with grim satisfaction as they sink into the dragon's tough flesh. I know this isn't nearly enough to kill the beast, but its enough to get his attention away from my friends. Unfortunately, it means Alduin's undivided attention is now placed upon me. I cry out as he suddenly flies forward, slamming his giant paw down upon my petite frame. A gasp escapes my lips as the air is forced from my lungs, my body pinned down into the snow, Alduin leaning down so we are nearly face to face. He growls smugly, chuckling as he pushes harder into my body, eliciting a shriek of pain from me. "Oh Dovahkiin, you should not have come here little one. Nu hin sil dii."*** I desperately try to formulate a plan, my eyes widening as he snarls out "Dir ko maar!"****

I watch in horror as energy seems to swirl around him, manifesting into a shout before my very eyes. Just as Alduin releases his power I find myself unable to hold back a burst of power surging from my own body, the sound of our two shouts booming so loud across the mountains that it is heard across all of Skyrim. As the energies mix the two of us become engulfed in a surge of bright light, Vilkas and Farkas forced to stop in their pursuit to rescue me in favor of shielding their eyes. As the light clears the twins look up to see the familiar sight of a dragon's corpse, but no sign of their faithful companion and friend.

Darkness. Darkness is the first thing that greets my eyes as I slowly begin to stir, a soft groan escaping my lips as I struggle to awaken from the depths of unconsciousness. I suddenly become aware of several voices around me, a single voice rising to hush the others. "Quite. All of you. I do believe she is stirring." My brow furrows as I try to wake up, still too far under to fully stir quite yet. A second voice rings out from the darkness. "Legolas, have you ever seen an elf like her before?" There's a long pause before a third voice rings out from who I assume is Legolas. "I have not. Nor have I heard of an elf with grey skin, let alone with hair as dark as the night."

I groan softly once again, the voices quieting once more as I finally begin to stir, my eyes slowly fluttering open. I blink up at the group of men around me dazed, the elf now looking at me, more confused than ever as he speaks once more, his voice quiet. "Nor have I seen an elf with violet eyes."

I suddenly scramble back, my eyes going wide as I look up at the group surrounding me, panic settling in my chest at all of the unfamiliar faces. I finally speak up, my melodic voice breaking through the quiet. "Wh-Who are you?!"

Authors Note:

Welcome to the first chapter and to my first ever fanfic! I plan to update multiple times a week if possible, but I do not, and will not have a specific daily schedule set in stone until my finals are completed. Please feel free to rate and review this fic, as any and all feedback is highly appreciated and extremely helpful to making my writing and this fic better!

Also, as you may have noticed Ellasandra does not share the same looks as her Dunmer brethren. I did this on purpose, as I wanted to highlight the fact that she truly is an outcast, even among her own people within tamriel.

Ellasandra's full character description: She stands at 4'11, sporting long wavy black hair that cascades down to her waist, bright almost violet blue eyes, and skin such a pale grey that it is nearly white. She is of course on the petite size, but is also toned, and quite strong despite her tiny stature. As like most Dunmer she is susceptible to the cold, often having to wear multiple layers just to tolerate the colds of skyrim.

Text translations: * Dovahkiin, hin kah fen kos bonaar – Dragonborn, your pride will be humbled

** Meyye! Tahrodiis aanne! Him hinde pah liiv! Zu'u hin daan! – Fools! Treacherous slaves! Your hopes are all withered! I am your doom!"

*** Nu hin sil dii – Now your soul is mine

**** Dir ko maar! – Die in Terror!