Hey anybody who reads this story. Like it says in the description my story is about what would happen if Knight Paladin Gelebor survived with a small enclave of snow Elves with a wife and family. His daughter Finna Snow Shod is the dragonborn. In this Auriel protected Vithur. This would be an alternate way for The Elder scrolls to go.


Prolouge

Gelebor sighed. Every few hundred years he would come and watch over the shrine in case anybody would come. Nobody ever did. He had stayed here long enough, it was time for him to go home. The portal opened and he stepped through into a secret Snow elf enclave. He had lived here for what felt like an eternity. Ever since that horrible day that even he now remembered as the Night of Tears. They had been fools to begin exterminating the ancient Atmorians, but now it could not be helped they had to live with their mistakes.

They had struck up a bargain with their friends the Dwemer who had agreed to harbor them if they consented to blind themselves and become slaves. Those who agreed eventually became the twisted beings that were called the Falmer by some while in reality they were just the Betrayed. Gelebor had hoped that the two kindred would once again be known as the Falmer. as the Betrayed began to evolve back to how they once were. Some of them had evolved back enough to remember their past. Some enough to communicate when hungry and their keepers would feed them as a reward. A few more years and they could possibly start making real progress toward curing the Betrayed.

Very few Snow elves were left alive after the nordic war and the invasion of the betrayed. The chantry was still under their control but most elves stayed in their enclave mostly. They were ruled by the Arch-Curate Vithur a relative of the Snow Prince. He sighed as he entered the broken hall that was once used for feasting but was now for harboring the few elves left in Tamriel.

"Father how did it go this time?" Asked a young Snow elf girl that was albeit dressed in armor similar to his.

"The same as always Finna. I think that all of the Snow elves that are going to come have come." He sighed.

"Vithur said that the Thalmor are doing as asked and punishing the Nords for everything that we were forced to go through."

"I do not believe that we should do this to me it seems like a bad idea. Even though our fellow Altmer share our grief and wish for our return they will not give over their spoils of war. They will keep it and give us small amounts of land. We should wait and fight for ourselves."

"But there is more disturbing news than that. The dragons that died in the lake have come back to life!"

"What!? This does not make sense! I saw them both killed myself!"

"I was told to tell you to kill them and bring their heads to Vithur."

"Tell him that I will organize a hunting party now."


Three hours later Gelebor was standing above the lake that the two dragons had died in. "You five get out bows and give us cover. The rest of you from what I remember of dragons we will need to knock them out of the sky with bows and spells then we can kill it with our swords."

He lead them forward cautiously and was beginning to wonder where they were when suddenly they both burst out of the ice knocking down the elves. The younger ones covered their ears and ducked down onto the ground while the older more experienced ones had already recovered and had begun to fire upon the dragons. After a few minutes one of the dragons lay dead but the other one had lead away from the cliff where they had received covering fire. Many of the young ones refused to follow and many of the older ones had stopped in order to heal the injured. The dragon landed pinning Gelebor to the ground and was about to kill him when an ice bolt pierced its eye killing it.

He recognized that magic. He had told Finna not to follow but of course she did and ended up saving his life.

"Dad! What is going on!?" He looked over at her and saw a bright fiery light envelop her emitted from the dragon she was near. The dragon began to decay leaving only a skeleton as the light faded. He could not believe it Finna was Dragonborn.


Yea a kind of bad chapter but I feel like I need one bad chapter before I can start making better ones. Even if I never write a good chapter in this story I will keep doing it.