Look, I am so sorry this chapter took so long! I was just having a bit of a freak out one day, just really doubting all my abilities and everything like that... But, eventually I got back on my feet and continued to write. Oh, I've also been... Watching a lot of movies recently and... Yeah, I've totally not been developing yet ANOTHER fangirl obsession over something (btw, it's not The Hunger Games *gasp*) Anyways, here's the really delayed chapter XD

After trying to ask more questions, Frea realized those answers which she received were the only ones she would be getting. Emalia refused to answer anything else she asked. Even when the elf did speak, her voice wasn't as strong or steady as usual. Frea excused herself and went to talk to Gelebor. He awaited her just outside of the door to the room Emalia rested in. "Well? What is she saying?"

Frea pondered for a moment on what she should say, but eventually she decided to tell the near truth. She would thrown in a few lies for Emalia's sake. "Hircine, the Daedric Prince of the Hunt, is the one who had promised to curse her. There is one big reason, though..."

Frea hesitated, she didn't want to say what she was going to say at the time, due to the fact that she knew that Emalia could probably hear them. Instead, she grabbed a cloak and pointed to the door. "Shall we walk?"

Gelebor nodded, she guessed that he knew why she was doing this as well. The cold wasn't as bad as the previous days before, but it was still quite chilling in the northern parts of Solstheim. Frea and Gelebor walked for a while before the Skaal woman said anything. "Emalia believes that Hircine is punishing her for freeing the souls of men from his rule over them. Do you understand my meaning?"

Gelebor shook his head. "Sorry, no. I've only ever read a small bit on the Daedra, I know only a little more than their names and reigns."

Frea took in a deep breath before continuing. "I'll explain then... Emalia cured them of the curse of lycanthropy."

Silence. Gelebor didn't know what to say. "Lycanthropy? T... that's absurd! How in the world did she do that?"

Frea merely shrugged. "Not a clue," She lied, "But what's important is the fact that she accomplished such a thing! Hircine holds a tight grip over his hounds, not willing to let a single one go. Though I believe more in the All-Maker, we cannot turn a blind eye on Emalia's blight."

Frea was thinking of telling another lie, but she couldn't get around this one, she had to say it. "Gelebor there is something you should know. First of all, has Emalia every growled, snarled or snapped at you with sudden ferocity?"

The snow elf let out a laugh. "All the time!"

He turned to see that Frea was not smiling. "Sorry... But to be honest, yes. Emalia has done this on occasion. It's quite frightening if you ask me!"

Frea paused, but then she finally let it out. "Gelebor, are you aware of the fact that Emalia was once a... Werewolf?"

Gelebor's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"You heard me clearly, and by your reaction you are not aware of the fact. From what I gather, Hircine wishes to curse Emalia. She has escaped his grasp once and helped many others escape as well, one or two even managed to make it to Sovngarde, the Nord afterlife, which must of angered the Daedra greatly."

"Are you saying that Emalia has cured herself?"

"Yes."

"And that is why Hircine wishes to kill her?"

"Yes and no. You see, Hircine must have wanted to claim the Dragonborn as a a tool against the other Daedra. Using her, he could have more power than any other. Perhaps surpassing some of the other Daedric Princes! But many others squabble and have tried to lay claims upon her. The only way he can take her back and torture her even in death is..."

Gelebor finally realized what Frea was getting at. "Is to turn bestow the curse of Lycanthropy upon her once again."

Frea nodded. "Exactly. Before, he couldn't do it. Her soul was too strong and powerful. But thanks to another Daedric Prince, she is weakened and unable to defend herself."

"What do you mean another Daedric prince has weakened her?"

Frea stopped, not a word escaped her lips. She didn't know what she could say or how she could say what she wanted to say. Frea took a deep breath and sighed. "Gelebor... I wish I could tell you, but Emalia hasn't revealed the entirety of her tale relating to this topic even to me. The least I can say is the Lord of Forbidden Knowledge has broken her. Please, you must ask Emalia about this!"

Gelebor shook his head. "You realize that she will never tell me anything!"

Frea sighed. "I know... It's hard to get words out of her mouth. But there is something you have to tell her: That you need to know about what Haemerous Mora did to her."

It was then that Gelebor noticed the tense stance which Frea took up and her clenched fists. "Frea? Is there something wrong?"

The Skaal woman bit her lip and took a deep breath. "I'm not sure if I have said this before, but I am one of the few... No, one of the only beings which walks this earth who understands what Emalia has been through. We have supported each other because of that. When I was broken from what the treacherous Daedra did to me, she stood strong and helped me. Now, I will do the same to a Skaal-friend and ally."

When Emalia was sure nobody was around to hear her, she slid off of the bed in which she had been lying on for the past days and started to pace back and forth in the small space she had. After a while she let out a scream of frustration and sent her fist straight into the wall, leaving a deep dent in the wall and splinters in her knuckles. "Why does everything have to be like this!?" She shrieked in annoyance.

Emalia threw her hands in the air and stared up at the ceiling. "Is this your way of telling me I'm no use to you anymore?! I've killed Alduin and that's it? IS IT?! I'm not allowed to live a normal life? Destined to wander the mountainous land of Skyrim until my long life is at an end?"

Emalia let out a cry of frustration. "Why do you have to be like this?! I'd be better off dead with the people who I actually love! I could be gone from this world, which is full of people who hate me!"

A tear tricked down her cheek. "My closest friends... Gone... Just because of an argument and the flight of an arrow... And that book..."

Her life had crumbled around her because of those things. Her friends, the ones that kept her secrets and helped her through her dark times and just because of mistakes which she wished that she could take back they had left her to wander blindly in the dark. The only friend who had stayed with her was her bow, but sometimes... She considered it her enemy... Emalia picked up the smooth curved wood accented with Stalhrim. It was crafted by Emalia's own hand and she could say without a doubt that it was probably the most beautiful weapon she had ever crafted, spending hours of her time carving the perfect curve into the wood and fitting in the Stalhrim with the utmost care. The whole time, the one she loved the most helped her... Her fingers traced the whorls and patterns she carved into the bow, each one telling a different story in her life. She traced the dragon, symbolizing her battle against Alduin, she traced the leaf, symbolizing her connection with Valenwood, she traced the words of power of her most favored shout, symbolizing her power to use the Thu'um, and lastly... She traced the wolf, symbolizing the Companions. Who was the Harbinger now? Did they ever think of her again? Had any of the whelps she had known ascended to become true Companions? But of all the things she wondered about, there was one thing that she could never bring herself to think of an answer for... Had they forgiven her for what she had done? Emalia squeezed her eyes closed tightly. "I have to be strong... For my sake, for Gelebor's sake and for the sake of his kind..." She muttered.

She had to reignite the fire in her soul, pour the strength back into her body and build up the walls around her mind. "I have to save myself before the Hunter comes to claim my soul." She hissed in a hushed tone.

Gelebor trailed after Frea, who had walked ahead of him. What she said rang in his ears. She was so grateful to Emalia for helping her, she looked up to Emalia as a heroine, she would do anything to save the Dragonborn from her downward spiral into madness. In a way, Gelebor felt slightly left out because he didn't know what was happening. Yes, Frea had suggested countless times that he ask Emalia, but... He wasn't sure if he wanted to. Emalia seemed so protective of her secrets, fiercely pushing you back from the mental walls in which many tried to break. It was almost as if she wanted people to believe that she was a strong leader who could do anything in the world. Even after all she had gone through, would Emalia ever be ready to tell Gelebor her secret? He sighed through his nose and picked up his pace to keep up with Frea. In his mind he tried to build up a small little speech which he could tell to Emalia to try and get her to reveal what she was hiding without having her start throwing a fit. "Say, Gelebor, you've been awfully quiet. What's on your mind? Finally considering to ask Emalia what truly happened?"

Gelebor didn't speak, he was hardly concentrating anyway. Frea laughed. "Ah, well, you'd better make your mind up now! Because we are back in the village!"

Gelebor looked up and realized that Frea was right. He decided he had to do what he needed to do, and right at this moment. Auri-El guide me... He prayed.

Gelebor chewed slowly on the horker meat which had been served for his evening meal, he kept an eye on Emalia as she sharpened her arrows. She'd claimed that she wasn't hungry and had been carefully catering to each one of her weapons. Gelebor tried to formulate more things to say to Emalia later, but he just couldn't think of anything. He was nervous about her reaction, and if one of her many blades and arrows would sink into his flesh if he wasn't careful. But eventually the elf caught him staring and put her arrows down. "Is there something wrong, Gelebor?"

He shook his head and looked away. "No, nothing..."

Emalia chuckled. "You've been staring at me the whole time, I could see you doing so. I've learnt how to know if one stares at me, it's a useful skill when you have hired thugs and assassins chasing you all around the land of Skyrim, and on Solstheim as well. Nothing escapes my gaze, so please tell me what you want of me."

Gelebor heard the door behind him, Frea had left him alone in the house with a very dangerous woman. He took in a deep breath, preparing for what he was going to say next. "Emalia... What's so important about Netch Glen? What's there? what happened there?"

Suddenly, the Dragonborn's face became a mask of emotionlessness. "Why do you need to know?" She hissed.

Gelebor didn't realize how unsettling Emalia's gaze could be until now. In the darkness, her eyes seemed to be almost entirely black. Her eyes glistened and the shadows cast by the firelight seemed to sharpen her features. "Why do you need to know?" She repeated.

Gelebor didn't know what to say, could he just say that he was curious? Not really, because it could give away that he'd been talking about certain things behind her back or that he was listening in on some of her conversations. Could he say that he needed to know? No... That wouldn't help either! She would just brush it away as none of his business once again or maybe even get angry at him, telling him that he actually didn't need to know! He took in a breath and decided on what h would say. "Emalia, you've been acting very strange recently... I'm, to say the least, slightly worried for your... How do I put this? Your... Mental state of mind. Please, don't take it the wrong way. I'm not trying to pry into your personal business, I just think I need to know."

He paused for a moment, and braced himself for a verbal lashing. But Emalia seemed to still retain that emotionless mask. "Continue." She said.

"Before we travel any further, I think it would be best to get whatever you are hiding off your chest. It'll be easier. If not, then I will seek out the Snow Elves on my own. I'm more than capable of blending in now, and it's unlikely that there will be any other humans, or mer, out there other than myself!"

"Fine." Emalia huffed. "If you're so capable of doing everything in the entire world, how 'bout you go do that, Hmmm? You said it yourself, you don't need me in your journey. That's fine! You know what? You go do that, go by yourself. Find the Snow Elves on your own! You don't need me! Nobody needs me! I'm just the Dragonborn with no use because I've been exiled from my homeland, exiled by my friends, unneeded by the people of Skyrim and useless to all of the people in Tamriel! Yup, that's fine, Akatosh, just make sure that the 'Saviour of Skyrim' has only one purpose and just abandon her afterwards! Nobody would care if I just disappeared right now! Nobody has ever cared! My parents are dead, my brothers and sisters and killed, my friends couldn't care less about me and the only one who ever truly did care for me is now dead!"

Emalia suddenly jumped to her feet and angrily started collecting her things. "You know what? I might as well just disappear right now! Because nobody will need me if anything happens! Heck, they'll only care when ten thousand years have gone by! And by then it'll only be a small 'Oh, what happened to the Dragonborn? Ah, nobody cares! She was a damned elf after all! Nobody cares about elves!'"

Gelebor sighed. "Emalia, stop being so childish and–"

"You," She pointed at Gelebor, "Shut up."

He shook his head and stood up. "Emalia, stop!"

Emalia pretended, very well, that she couldn't hear him. She continued to pack stuff into her satchel and even started to strap her armor on, even strapping weapons on her back and sliding her arrows back into her quiver. It was only in a matter of minutes when she had finished and started to march towards the door. "Oh, one last thing!"

Emalia walked into another room, and walked out with Auriel's Bow. "What?! Why are you taking Auriel's Bow?" Gelebor yelled.

Emalia turned around, still as emotionless as before. "Because, you told me that I was it's guardian. Not you."

With those words she started to walk away, Gelebor called out for her. Begging her to come back. But she didn't listen. Gelebor could only watch as his only chance of finding other Snow Elves slipped from his grasp...

Find out what happens next in two months! Nah, I'm just kidding :P I'll try to finish the next chapter quicker that before! Anyways, I hope you liked it! Please comment on whatever you liked, think I should change or what I should improve on! If you really liked it, favourite this story and if you really really really liked it how 'bout you follow this story :D Okay, until next time!