Romans & histoires High Elves Skyrim

He felt a strong aura so he turned and saw a young man wearing green clothing with golden bracelets and necklace with his sword. The young warrior was a yellow haired elf with pointy ears also. “You’re the visitor, right? Father ordered me to escort you to the high throne.” The young man said with a light voice. Hedard’s eyes widened and bowed his head, “My prince.” The maester was then shook and bowed his head also. “I’ll take him now, Hedard. Thank you so much.” The Elven Prince said. Hedard walked and climbed down the stairs towards the cave.

the high elf said, speaking in the ancient gnome language that Christine happened to understand. "Waiting for me? For a long time?" Christine was completely confused. "Come in, I'll explain everything," the high elf said. Since the other had said so, Christine would listen. She put down her sword and followed the other party inside. The room was not only clean and tidy with all sorts of facilities, but it also had a faint floral scent. "Please be seated," the high elf waved his hand, and invisible servants brought refreshments. "Thank you," Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been.

He asked when they finished. “I am Meira Orina Qinyarus and that is my brother Myrin Krislamin Qinyarus,” the female rasped in a weak tone. “Right.” Abram snorted. As if he knew them by name. “We are high elves and were used to be the keeper of secrets centuries ago,” the male explained. “Hmm… Let me guess. When the mad witch wanted some information she kidnapped you, locked you here and tortured you,” Nate intervened. “Yes.” The twin elves said in unison.

Apparently, his screams made quite a commotion, as suddenly, a young man with long blonde hair and the same long pointy ears burst in from the front door of his room. Heinrich turned to the man with hateful eyes. “Nelaric! Why are your three sisters here?!” The long blonde-haired man, the young High Elf, smirked. “Didn’t you remember what happened last night?” “Of course I did. You made me very drunk that I passed out. Nothing else happened!” Heinrich angrily exclaimed. The moment the black-haired Archmage said that the four High Elves in the room looked immediately dejected. Their long and pointy ears started to go downwards like sad dogs.

-cheat throwing the mobile to the ground. - Hey, hey ...- Azael says, putting down the macaroni and walking up to me. I have a terrible desire to cry, but I'm not going to do it, I'm sick of crying because of everyone- Easy -He whispers in my ear as he hugs me, making my hair stand on end. I close my eyes and inhale deeply the scent of Azael, as I feel his hand stroking my hair. -I have to go- I say sadly. As dangerous as Azael can be, in his arms I feel safe, I feel safe from the world.

In their way to DRADIA our heroes passed by NOCTALIA the city of dark elves. The dark elves also known by the elk riders, AHMET decided to pass there to buy a rides for the group he buys elks for them and they passed the night in the hotel. At night AHMET heard something moving he light a candle and he saw his backpack moves he opened it was the egg. After been merged with the feather the egg now is ready to hatch, he took the egg and he put it beside him and he fall asleep.

“Stop moving.” “You stop moving,” I said. Elara wiped a tear from her eye. “They grow up so fast.” Marek turned to her. “Please do not encourage this.” I leaned in until the circle was inches from my face. Inside the light, something shifted. A change in color. A tilt of perspective. A glimpse of sky. Not Earth sky. Not winter sky. High Realm sky. The swirling blue gold mix, touched with floating frost dust. The kind of sky that breathed magic and shimmered like a living painting.

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

They were all dark-skinned, got long pointy ears, had azure eyes and were long-haired. The elf who stood before Amethyst said, "I am Dareille Glassyne." He, then, gestured at the others, "...they're my brothers in arms. Roelle, Ebyian, Dreazar and Cyan." "I'm Amethyst Elan, a Healer Elf and Luveas is my life companion." Amethyst introduced herself. "We've never heard of an elf and a vampire pairing before..." Dareille said after the introduction. "Neither do I," responded Amethyst. "Let today be the day of when you heard of the first odd pairing."

Hierro and Iero nodded in agreement and they took a deep breath to suppress their emotions. “Since neither Loheiruchel, Tinum, Dawey, Filur, Gie and Mhir are here, then, we won’t know anything about the Elf Community and the elves.” Skye continued. “Including this underground tunnel. Fortunately, there is only one way, so what we can do is to follow where it will lead us.” He told them. “Yes.” Hierro and Iero nodded in understanding. Then, they resumed walking with now a more relaxed atmosphere upon them three.