Heyya! I'm here with another story! || NOTE: Read 'Challenges of a Warrior' BEFORE reading this! This will spoil almost everything in that story. || This one will continue a few years or so after where we left off in Challenges of a Warrior. Things have happened. Bad things. Emalia is very much hurt by all the things that have happened, what about Vilkas? Well, we'll find out in a few chapters what the deal is with him :3 In this fanfic, we have another character (from the game), Gelebor! Well, Knight-Paladin Gelebor to be exact. I hope that you enjoy this story! By the way, PLEASE REVIEW! I'D LOVE TO HEAR ALL OF YOUR FEEDBACK AND THOUGHTS!

A lone snow elf stood on one of the high peaks which reached up to the sky. He let the last grains of frozen soil tumble from his pale fingers and dot the snow, over his brother's grave. This snow elf was Knight Paladin Gelebor, the last of his kind. It made his heart ache to bury his brother's cold body under the ground. It was only a few days ago he realized that his brother was actually a vampire, he created a prophecy which caused mayhem out in Skyrim. If it weren't for the Dragonborn and her follower, a vampire... The irony, Gelebor would have never found out what his brother was scheming. He first thought his brother had been corrupted by the Falmer, and didn't mind if he was killed. But when the horrid reality crashed down upon him... That changed everything... It was only then when Gelebor realized how evil his brother, the Arch-Curate of the Chantry of Auri-El, actually was. Creating a prophecy to weaken Auri-El's influences on Nirn? That was unheard of... Despite the things he had done, Gelebor couldn't help but pity his brother. He had been turned into a vampire by one of the initiates in the Chantry, not by choice, and Auri-El hadn't done anything to keep him as a normal Snow Elf. But, his brother got what was coming for him. Death. Now, Gelebor was the last of his kind... He stood silently at the grave which he had dug for his brother. Gelebor found it hard to believe that he was the last of the Snow Elves, it was a feeling that was so alien to him. Before, when his brother was alive there was only the faintest traces of said feeling. But now, it was overpowering. Like probing fingers in his mind, like claws tearing him apart, like fire devouring him, like ice encasing him. He could almost feel the cold touch of death upon his skin. A shiver went up Gelebor's spine as he thought of everything. He quickly turned away from the grave and whispered on final good bye to his brother. It was actually harder than he though it would be, saying good bye to a brother... How many others would have had to do the same thing?

When he turned back to face the Chantry, one thought echoed in his mind: "You are the last of your kind."

Far from the Forgotten Vale, atop a tall peak, stood a woman, standing over what seemed like a statue of a man, sleeping peacefully in the snow. She gently brushed away the thin layer of snow forming in the grooves of the armor and on the statue's facial features. The woman placed a gentle kiss upon the forehead of the statue and stroked the statue's cheek. "I hope one day we'll reunite..." She whispered.

Though the statue was cold to the touch, she remembered a time when the skin was warm under her fingers. "I've painted a picture of the two of us together once again, have you seen it yet?" She asked.

There wasn't a response, as the woman expected, but she still smiled. "I still love you. I still remember everything about you. I won't forget you some time soon."

I must seem so crazy... The woman thought to herself in her mind.

She gazed at the face of the statue for a few moments longer. Without realizing it, tears were starting to trickle down her cheeks. It wasn't long before more tears flowed and sobs started to escape her lips. "I wish you were still with me..." She cried quietly. "I wish what had happened never did happen..."

Her tears slashed against the cheeks of the statue. It's unmoving face didn't help the woman's tears to go away. "Without you, I'm slowing going mad... It won't be long before Sheogorath claims my mind... I might see you again sooner, my love."

She stood up slowly and glanced at the statue one last time. "Farewell for now..."

The woman looked to the horizon, a silver moon the colour of his eyes slowly came to view. She bit her lip and stole one last glance at the statue. "When the next full moon comes, I shall be here again."

She looked back and walked away, it was painful not to look back. Every time she visited, it was as if a piece of her soul was being left behind. A terrible sensation ripped through her mind as each step took her further away. Her pace picked up and soon she was running back to the place she called home. Skyrim.

Gelebor looked out at the Forgotten Vale from the balcony of the Chantry, it was a beautiful place, untouched by time or humans... Blanketed in snow and bathed in the moonlight, it was just amazing... Behind him, there was the strange whoom of someone using the portals that lined the walls on the small shrine located on the balcony. He turned around and smiled ever so slightly when he saw who it was. The Dragonborn. Her name was... Emalia was it? She was a pretty Wood Elf with tan skin, long dark brown hair which she always braided and twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck and dark amber eyes which glowed with a soft fire of kindness and wisdom. She wore a strange type of armor that seemed like it was made of ice which Gelebor had never seen before, whatever it was made of must be very very rare indeed if he hadn't ever seen it before! Even the bow and the arrows she had were made of the same material. Unlike last time, she wasn't accompanied by anyone. "Good evening Gelebor!" She called.

He smiled warmly. "Ah, Dragonborn, it is good to see you again. It gets a little lonely up here... Ah! But it's better than that dark cave I was in before."

Emalia nodded slowly and looked around, she glanced at the rumble which still lay on the cracked marble floor from her fight with Vyrthur, Gelebor's brother. "So I see you haven't done anything to the place yet." She observed.

Gelebor shook his head and ran his fingers through his short snowy hair. "No, I haven't. I don't think I really should do anything until I find any other... Snow Elves..."

A silence hung in the air for a moment, but silence was something Gelebor couldn't stand anymore. "So what brings you here?"

Emalia held out a book, ancient, by the looks of if, but undamaged. "I found this book deep in a cave up in the island of Solstheim, I took it up to the College of Winterhold and some friends with resources but none of them could crack the code. So I thought I might bring it to you to see what you can make of it."

Gelebor took the book from her hands and flipped through the pages, the ink had faded and the pages were yellowed, but it was still readable. After a few more moments of examination, he managed to figure out the language that the book was written in. "That's amazing! It's the language of the Snow Elves! The one that we used long before the Nords came to Skyrim and took the land, I think I may have enough knowledge of the language to be able to decode this book."

Emalia sighed in relief. "Thank you, not knowing what that book said was driving me insane!"

Gelebor chuckled as he flipped through the pages, he was hoping he could just flip through the pages and read the runes normally, but he was so used to reading and speaking other languages that it took a few moments of concentration to figure out the meaning of just one word. "Ah... Dragonborn..."

Emalia turned around swiftly. "Hmm?"

"I'm... Finding it rather difficult to translate this book, perhaps you should give me a little more time and I'll have all of this completed some time later."

Emalia shook her head and sat down on a bench, relaxing and closing her eyelids. "Nah, I got nothing to do... I'll stick around, you said you needed some company and this place is peaceful..." Then she muttered under her breath "Unlike Jorrvaskr where everyone would fill my ears with words of false sympathy..."

Gelebor looked over to her, "What are you talking about?"

The Dragonborn started to look slightly uncomfortable. "Um... Jorrvaskr is where I live... Its, ah... It's home to the Companions... A group of warriors whose origin... Um... Traces back to Ysgramor and the original five hundred Companions who... Ah... Who fought off the Snow Elves when they first came to Skyrim..."

Gelebor gnashed his teeth, another reason why he was the last of his kind... The Atmorans who came to his homeland and wiped out nearly all of the race, forcing them to seek out the Dwemer who betrayed them. Emalia must of seen the anger in his eyes, for she was twisting the golden band around her finger nervously. Gelebor then realized that it was the first time he'd noticed he ring. "What is that?"

Emalia looked up, and back at the ring again. "Oh... This... It's my wedding ring..."

Wedding ring? Gelebor never knew that the Dragonborn was married! "I haven't seen my husband for so long... I wonder how he is..." Emalia gazed up at the stars sadly.

Gelebor noticed tears welling in her eyes, something about her husband made her very sad... "Why haven't you seen him for such a long time? Why don't you visit him?"

The Dragonborn shook her head, she looked away and hunched her shoulders. "My destiny..." She whispered.

Gelebor nodded slowly, whilst he had to bear the weight of being the last of his kind the Dragonborn carried the weight of destiny. He continued to flip the pages of the book, little by little becoming more familiar with the runes which were written within. Then Emalia spoke up again. "Um... Gelebor?"

He looked up from the book. "Yes?"

"I was wandering, what does it feel like to be the last of the Snow Elves?"

Gelebor bit the inside of his cheek and turned his attention back to the book. "If you don't want to talk about, then that's okay... You don't need to answer."

The only sound that filled the air was the wind whistling and pages flipping, soon it became apparent that Emalia was getting a little restless. "Okay, I'm going to wander around the valley. See if there are any dragons and such. I'll be back when I see nothing of interest."

Gelebor nodded and pointed over to the direction of the frozen lake, "Long ago there were twin dragons sealed under the ice. Perhaps you could look there!"

Emalia jumped up from her seat and nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! I won't be too long! Don't worry about me, I can manage myself. Which Wayshrine should I portal to?"

Gelebor considered that for a moment, he hadn't visited all of the Wayshrines of Auri-El... He grasped for a distant memory and gave the Dragonborn an answer. "I'd say the Wayshrine of Sight, If it's wrong you can blame me."

Emalia let out a small laugh before jumping through a portal. "Alone again..." Gelebor muttered.

He sighed and sat down on a bench. It's easier to concentrate when you're alone. No one to talk to him when he was trying to decipher the long forgotten runes. Slaying two dragons was a mighty task, it should give him around two days at least to decode the runes.

There's the first chapter! I hope you like it! I just want to say that occasionally I will get things wrong in this fanfic. For example, the Wayshrine of Sight is nowhere NEAR the frozen lake of dragons! Correct me in reviews and I'll be thankful :) Update: Recently I made a deviantArt account. I'm going to put up some drawings which relate to this fanfic every now and then, next chapter update I'm going to put a link, because by then I should have a drawing related to this fanfic :3