Well, I have NO idea what has come over me. I have four other Elder Scrolls stories that I have YET to update. But here I am, craving another idea, and neglecting my other fics, to write one that seems pretty impossible for me to write.

Now, I'm not the best at capturing personalities, but for this one particular guy in this story, I'll make an exception to ATTEMPT writing in his personality. Of course, I'll also have to manage that, while creating a new heroine to interact with him. And I'll also have to make sure that this heroine has FLAWS, and is not the prettiest person this particular man has ever set his eyes on. This are things I MUST take into account, if I want this story to be enjoyed by other people besides myself :3

So, to anyone reading this story, I applaud you for taking the time to read my fanfiction, and I'm so grateful for any input you may have for me! :D

Please, criticize, flame, nicely review, I don't mind. But ANY form of input you may have for this story is perfectly fine.

Now, time to reveal my plan.

I plan to write as the High Elf Ondolemar, and those of you who played Skyrim and explored with, interacted with, or possibly killed every person you met, you probably know this guy. He's snooty, self absorbed, and everything you'd expect in an Altmer male. He also seems like the biggest damn jerk in the game (besides Nazeem) in my opinion. But, hey, that'll just make this attempted pairing THAT much more fun! :D (Nervous laugh)

My main character for the first few chapters will not be the Dovahkiin, but a war-hero. (I actually might include my first male Dovahkiin later on if I actually think this story is on a good role.) This insecure little moron will develop into a fast acting worrywart who just might have a good chance at either winning Ondolemar's heart and winning the war, or failing miserably and dying at trying to do so! :D SO LET'S GET THIS DAMN SHOW ON THE ROAD, SHALL WE? O.e

(Deep breaths) Oh, I am going to get so many damn flames...X3

Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim, Elder Scrolls, or anything to do with that. I also do not own the song featured in this chapter. It's just from a disney movie, calm down X3 I kinda own the main heroine in this story, but I do not own Ondolemar, sadly. :')

Another horrible, dreary day in the life of a commoner girl with hardly any money, any food, or any self esteem. This was a girl who, apparently, really had no appreciation for herself whatsoever. Her appearance even made her want to vomit, sometimes. The level of insecurity within this girl was high enough to reach the Throat Of The World. She felt like an outcast, even though she really wasn't that bad, to be honest. Of course, that was something that only her family would tell her. Her family, the only people who loved her with all their might.

Oh, and, before I elaborate on said family, there were other things that this poor young lady did not like about herself. Some days, why, she felt as if her hair was either too long, or too short. Other days, she felt as if her face was too pale, or too dark. Often, she felt unhelpful and embarrassing and awkward. And some days, well, she felt that she was really too fat. But on that matter, that really was her own fault. This chubby girl had quite a bit of extra meat on her bones, and nobody but herself was to blame. She was very thin, her legs and arms resembling shivs, and her torso like a claymore. She was fit and strong, but she was a child, then. Only a teen.

Then, she began to grow up. Her metabolism slowed, and during her depressions, she would eat. ALOT. And when she began to gain weight, this depressed her so much that she STOPPED eating. Of course, that didn't help. She gained more weight from doing that, because her body stored the fat so that she would not starve. So that awful cycle continued until she was in her early 20's. Now, being almost 26, she was nearing two-hundred pounds and was only 5'3. Being an Imperial, she was short for her race. And rather pale, as well. Her mother, being half Nord and half Imperial, and her father, being mostly Redguard and partially Imperial. She, frankly, stuck out like a sore thumb. She had the blood of Redguard, Imperial, and Nord within her. Honestly, she didn't like that mix at all.

Oh, but enough about her. Where was I? Ah, yes, her family.

Well, her father grew up in Rihad, in Hammerfell, just north of the border to Cyrodiil. He was pretty wealthy, and didn't struggle with money problems. And her mother grew up in Solitude, before moving to Cyrodiil in her teen years. Living in the Imperial Province, she made fairly good money by selling jewelry she had crafted. She was a talented blacksmith, and crafted fine things. She met her husband in the Market District one day, and after a pleasant first conversation, they continued to pass by each other and engage in conversation often. Nice, gentle conversations led to small occasional hang outs...which led to courting, which, then, led to an eventual marriage. Finally, that led them to having their unfortunate daughter, who they loved so dearly, despite her behavior.

They named her Marina Viora.

Her name literally meant "sea". What kind of a name is that for a young lady?

And they chose that name for no particular reason, either! They just thought it was pretty and rang well with the last name. Of course, it didn't bother Marina too much, since most people don't know the literal meanings of names much anymore. To people nowadays, names are just names.

But Marina was different.

Well, okay, she wasn't that different, but on occasion, she would think outside the box and question what was or wasn't proper, and she would always find such great amounts of entertainment from such small things.

As a child, she would simply sit around outside for hours and listen to the winds blow or the waters run. She would observe as animals lived through acts of nature and she would question why they did what they did. There was something about asking questions and talking that she simply adored. She loved to speak. But something that she loved more than talking was being able to talk to other people, and have them talk back.

When someone actually threw back their own questions and answers, Marina would gladly continue and keep the conversation rolling for what seemed like forever. Though as she grew up, and began to change both mentally and physically, she stopped that.

She didn't like that her voice changed. She liked it before, when it was tiny and cute. Not now, where it was mature and deeper, but would still crack on occasion. Marina also hated the way her body changed. She didn't really appreciate having...breasts. Well, it's not like she didn't like having breasts, since men seemed to like them, but sometimes, they would cause problems, especially when you had to hold them up with those gods-awful BRAS. Bras were uncomfortable and she didn't like having them underneath all her garments. But it was inappropriate for a woman to have her chest bare underneath her clothes, and Marina didn't want to seem like more of an odder than she already thought she was. She also did not like having her period. It hurt terribly and caused a mess. But these were things that she couldn't change.

She hated that.

She still talked , that was something she didn't give up, but it was noticeable that she spoke alot less. Small, slow speech, except to people she knew well. But she was hardly a chatterbox compared to when she was a child. But, growing up, she found a new passion: Music. She loved instruments, especially the sound of the flute, and loved it when her mother would sing songs to her only. Especially that one song about noble women.

Her mother would sing:

"A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth

Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan

Ar righinn oig, fas as faic

Do thir, dileas Fein

A ghrian a's a ghealaich, stuir sinn

Gu uair ar cliu 's ar gloire

Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn go

Mhaighdean uashaill bhan" every morning and every night. And Marina would play the matching tune on her small flute, and eventually sing along, even if her voice wasn't as heavenly as her mothers'.

It was one of the few things that would always make Marina smile her happy smile, and think back to those ancient times.

When Marina finally became close to becoming an adult, her father told her that she should explore the world, and see what it's like. But Marina wasn't too fond of seeing all of Nirn. She liked where she lived, in the Imperial Province. She didn't want to go anywhere. But when her parent's strongly suggested (they forced her, really) to go to either parent's home country, she somehow ended up in Skyrim, where her mother lived for so long. It wasn't personal that she didn't choose Hammerfell. It was just a matter of interest. Marina happened to think that Skyrim seemed more fascinating than Hammerfell would have been.

Now, her mother HAD mentioned before Marina left, that there was a war going on. And, Marina wasn't the type to gossip about war, but in their last days together before Marina left for Skyrim, all her mother could talk about was how stupid the cause was. In Cyrodiil and Skyrim, for as long as anyone could remember, every family had their own little shrine to Talos and would pray to him and fight for the Empire. But then, apparently, the Aldmeri Dominion officials began a confiscation, and that was that. All of a sudden, the worship of Talos was banned. Sure, alot of people were upset for a while, but the natives of Cyrodiil didn't make as much of a fuss as the people of Skyrim. Apparently it was as horrible a thing as murdering an infant, if that makes sense. (It made more sense in Marina's head, until she spoke it aloud. Then it sounded somewhat odd... But, anyhow...)

It caused a bit of a stir between Mer and Man, especially in Skyrim. It seemed like a great big argument, that would soon resolve itself and then everyone will like each other again! But that isn't exactly what happened. Instead, some Nord man in a place called Windhelm spoke his mind and now he's ready to start a war. Apparently, he's already started it. And in his argument, he continues to blame all of Elven kind.

Now, to get this straight, Marina loved everyone of every race, especially Elven kind. It wasn't like she had no love for her own species, but Orcs, Khajiit, Argonians and lovelyElves were something special. They were exotic, beautiful in their own ways, and Marina loved the way they looked. It was just that...humans were so BORING. She saw humans every day. But only occasionally did she spy a muscular Orc man, or a furry, lovely-eyes Khajiit man, or a gorgeous, scaled Argonian man, or an Elven man. She specifically loved Altmer men. Their superior manner of speech and the way they made themselves appear was so attractive...

...in her opinion.

Anyway, ahem.

Marina still didn't understand why everyone still held a grudge towards the Elves, though. Of course, she's read of the Great War and why it happened. Well, alright, she didn't read much of the book, but she had an idea of what was going on. She understood that such an attack by the hand of the Dominion might have been part of the cause, but, personally (even though she would never admit this aloud), Marina believed that it was more of Titus Mede II's fault more than anybody else's! He rejected their ultimatum, their demand, and so they responded with a fight. They weren't going to be refused by some pompous moron who was too lazy to listen and/or compromise with their plans, and it was his fault for not listening in the first place. Marina respected the Elves and agreed with what they were coming from when they fought back.

Marina could also understand why the Nords were so upset, but that didn't mean that they could do the same thing and expect another draw. One side or the other is going to win, and there will be no man brave enough to stop it with a treaty once more. The White-Gold Concordat was what saved both Elven kind and Human kind from blowing each other to bits. But this time, there will be nobody ready to do that again. This was going to be the war of the century.

And Marina arrived right as the fun REALLY began.

Marina had finally been living in Skyrim for almost nine months! Her residence was in Markarth, and the only way she was able to afford her home was from the start-off money her mother had given her. But Marina had to find SOME kind of job.

But of course, with her luck, it was a job she dreaded. A job she HATED. But it paid well. Unfortunately, she also wasn't very good at it.

Marina was no thief, obviously. She could barely carry a sword without making a ruckus, nevermind breaking into someone's home!

But she needed the money...

Now, before this drags on, you must know that in Cyrodiil, there weren't many women barbarians, or fighters, or whatever you'd like to call them. Cyrodiilic women were proper young ladies. But in Skyrim, Marina was introduced to women who fought like men, or women who seemed like ladies at first glance, but always had some type of mace or sword strapped to the side of their gowns. Everyone in Skyrim fought, whether for a cause or just for the satisfaction of battle. Marina, who never fought with any weapon except her mouth, and could barely wield a sword, and couldn't move in armor, stood out like a sore thumb.

Now, where was I? Oh, that's right.

Well, Marina ended up going to Understone Keep to speak with the Jarl. And, unfortunately, he laughed at her when she asked for work. But when he saw how serious she was, and how disappointed her reaction was, he asked her an odd question.

"Tell me something, girl. Do you support Ulfric Stormcloak, do you appreciate his cause?" Marina's brows furrowed for a moment, and she shook her head. Jarl Igmund's eyes softened, but he still held his ground. This girl wasn't fit enough for the type of job he had ready to give. But he knew someone who might have an easier job. He told her this.

"Who, then?" Marina asked.

"Go take a walk around the common area of the Keep. The Aldmeri Dominion Commander is probably around. You'll spot him. Just go ahead, and let him know that Jarl Igmund pointed you in his direction."

Marina gave him a smile, and a polite thank you, before turning around and walking back the way she came.

Well, that wasn't as bad of a first chapter as I thought. But...that's probably because I haven't written as Ondolemar yet. O.o Oh man.

Reviews of any form are appreciated very much, but of course, not necessary. :) I won't force you guys X3

Thanks for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

~Noodle12