A/N: Well, some of you that are reading this may have already heard of me, but if you haven't, hi! I'm Farky. I got the idea for this story while waiting for Skyrim to load, staring at the loading screen which happened to have the statue of that snow elf. So I thought, 'Hm. I wonder if anyone's written anything from the point of view of a Snow Elf, detailing the change from one of those proud people, to the Falmer that now lurk underground.' Well, I didn't think exactly that, but close enough. So I decided to do it. This is the story of Feredir, a young Snow Elf whose narrative starts after his people are banished by Ysgramor and they go to seek refuge with the Dwemer. Each chapter will start and end with one of his journal entries, with the traditional narrative format in between. I promise they won't all be this short. In fact, the only reason this one is this length is because I want to make sure people like it first. Just to give you a taste of what will be coming in greater length and detail later. With that being said, I hope you do like it, and review if you'd like, or just read and enjoy. I know, I'm crazy for saying that, but since I don't review everything I read, I don't want to sound too hypocritical.

Disclaimer: Bethesda is not mine. I wish, but I'm out of pennies to throw into a rustic wishing well. Not to mention where I'd find said well...

Sundas, 28th of First Seed

We finally reached our destination, after months of travel following our banishment by Ysgramor and his followers. This morning, we were told that we gained entrance to Blackreach, the main Dwemer city, hidden beneath the bowels of Skyrim. Laietha still isn't convinced about this decision, but since the whole tribe is here, she decided to stay. I don't think she wants to raise our future child within Dwemer society, but there was nowhere else to go. I know this is the only option we had, so I'll live with it, and I know she'll stay by my side without question. My only hope is that we'll be treated well here. We are a very proud people, and Arthion was reluctant to look toward the Dwemer for help, but even he has accepted our fate. We can only hope and pray that we're able to start new lives here. Better lives.

Feredir looked up from his journal as his wife came to sit beside him, giving him a small smile.

He smiled back, more confident than he felt. "How are you doing down here?"

She shrugged and placed a hand on her swollen belly. "It's not like home, but I suppose it's better than nothing."

He gave her a kiss and stood up, helping her to her feet. "That's the spirit. Surely it can't be much worse down here than it was up there."

He meant it, though their dismal surroundings didn't lend themselves to his cause.

They had set up a small camp in the Dwemer city from which they were to continue into Blackreach. The camp was small, but so was the group of elves, so it worked for their temporary residence. Though it consisted of only a large campfire and enough tents to house the few families that remained, to the children there, it was already beginning to seem like their new home.

The whole camp had both an apprehensive and nervous atmosphere, a sense of foreboding crackling in the air. The Falmer camped there were excited about this chance, but being so far from their home, they had doubts about being able to recreate new lives with the Dwemer.

The leader of this particular tribe of Snow Elves stood up and called for attention, his followers gathering around him in a small crowd. "As you know, this morning, our scouts found the entrance to Blackreach. They are still working on gaining access from the Dwemer, but I know that this will work." He sounded much surer than he really was, doing his best to soothe the fears of his people, but as he turned away, Feredir heard him add under his breath, "It has to."

A somewhat confused murmur swept through the assembly. They had all thought their entrance had already been approved. Nevertheless, this didn't change much. What was a few more days hiding out before they were able to get into what they hoped could be their new home? They had a camp set up, and in the grand scheme of things, one more night wouldn't change much.

Laietha sighed audibly and leaned against her husband.

He gave her a weak smile and put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, love. We'll be there before you know it."

Only three months away from the delivery of her child, she was growing impatient. She wanted a place to live where they could be a family, not running away from their old life, but starting a new one. Though she, like many of her fellow people, had her doubts about seeking refuge with the Dwemer, she wasn't about to voice her opinion. She trusted Feredir and she would follow him wherever he led her. They'd been together since they were both very young, and she trusted him completely, now forced to for the sake of their unborn child.

The night passed slowly, stories of the old times told around the campfire by those old enough to remember them as the children slept, guarded by the small band of warriors still remaining. Without being able to see the sun, every second felt like hours, and to the elves waiting anxiously for morning, when the scouts finally returned to camp, it had seemed like ages had passed.

Feredir stood up when the scout came running into the encampment, sending an excited murmur through those who saw his return.

"They accepted our request." The young elf said breathlessly, grinning at the rest of his people. "We can start down into Blackreach immediately."

Without wasting any time, Arthion gathered his tribe and they set off, marching deep into the recesses of the city until they reached their destination; the ancient Dwemer stronghold of Blackreach.

Morndas, 29th of First Seed

The scouts returned this morning and we set off without delay. It took a few hours to reach the entrance of Blackreach, but now, after all this time, we're finally here. I pray to the Gods that this is the answer to all of our hopes. I pray that this is the start of our new lives.