Paladin Jelebor firmly believed that there were probably other isolated secret meetings by surviving snow elves settled elsewhere in Nirn. In order to convince the lord, Paladin Jelebor also gave four treasures

The long-standing diary of the Snow Elf tribe.

The first, Engwe Emeloth’s diary “The Betrayed”:

"As the Snow Prince fell to the ground, the Snow Elves split into upper and lower factions (escape routes). Now conquered, brutally bound, and in an instant, everything they had ever known was shattered. The once freedom and coolness on their skins

The wind (the previous life on the ground) has now been replaced by the heat of the fire (becoming a slave worker in the Dwemer forge workshop). There was a kind of pride deep in the heart, and their names were forgotten together. From their home in the world of ice and snow, they were

Taken away and thrown into the darkness of the night, they live in the fear of losing their minds. When their eyes begin to darken and gradually lose their light, what awaits them are chains and slavery. The once light turns to darkness, leaving only

Loneliness and betrayal. And a descent deeper into madness.”

The identity of the owner of this diary seems to be a snow elf officer. His ending should be that he chose to draw a clear line with the Falmer who were slaves, and finally went to live in seclusion in the temple in the Forgotten Valley.

The second book, "Journal of Mirtil Angoth":

"Night Four.

I once dreamed of being able to fight like my father. He taught me how to fight from the moment I could pick up a sword. My mother argued that I was too young, but my father didn't care. I still remember my first time

The joy of defeating my father in the game and the proud look on his face. If it had been up to him, I know he would have allowed me to join him in the fight. He would probably be better off with me by his side. Now my father and

Many others were killed, and the elders claimed that we had too few warriors to continue fighting the Nords. I was not the only young man to stand up in protest, but our feeble voices were ignored. The elders had decided

We must flee and seek help and protection.

The eighth night.

We received news that the great Snow Prince had been killed in the battle. The urgency to hide made many of us flee in all directions, and those who were still together didn't know which direction to go. During the long night, we

Huddled together always fearing the worst, until the first ray of sunshine rises. May Auriel guide our steps.

Thirteenth Night.

At night, I overheard the elders whispering about the secrets of the underworld (Blackfall) and the Dwemer living there. I recalled the stories my father told me about the dwarves, those heroic stories of glory and glory.

The elders must know these stories, because we decided to change course at first light. I believe the Dwemer will help us avenge our dead and reclaim our land."

The owner of this diary probably ended up escaping from the sky. As for where he went, it might have been an unknown island on the Sea of ​​the Dead. It might even have been to the City of One Hundred Towers.

The third book, "Diary of Faire Agarwen".

"The third day.

It feels like I haven’t been forced to hide in years. I don’t dare write a diary where we live because I’m afraid that being discovered will endanger the good people in this house. The family that Prince Snow once knew was very kind to us. Even though

After his (Snow Prince) death, his great influence also ensured our safety. We were separated from many relatives along the way, as our numbers became increasingly difficult to travel discreetly. We were forced to go our separate ways,

Traveling only at night. I heard no news of where the others had gone and I'm afraid I never will. Our lives were changed forever.

The seventh day.

At night, it's hard not to think about the past. Sometimes as I rest, I can hear the laughter of children playing in the valley. Other times, I see the people who once lived in the land of the Snow Elves.

The usual pale flecks of happy times (spots of the cold season sun). I try not to let these memories linger too long. The surroundings tend to drown one in misery. We have been cooped up together for so long. We are tired of it.

Being there for each other. Even the strongest of us can hesitate because there is nothing we can do but think about what we have lost. Every day I wake up and see faces of despair that remind me where we are,

What we leave behind. We all long for the day when we can emerge from hiding and walk freely in the sunshine again, but I fear we are losing all hope that this day will even come.

The tenth day.

I'm tired of the tears of women and children. My own have dried up. Those people are beginning to look at us as if we are all weak, yet we have been through the same trials as they. I can't bring myself to think about our losses in the war

I've lost so many people, but I can't get my own loss out of my mind. Now, when our people should be united, our hearts are drifting apart. The Nords have truly won.

.Our once great pride and unity has been shattered. If we lose hope now, we will never survive. Today, many people, myself included, are trying to be the voice of reason. There is no hope without talking about our future.

We can't make a difference if our spirits remain low.

Day 18.

We know that we can no longer live as free as snow elves. In the world of the Nords, we will always be hidden in one form or another, but there is no reason why we can't bask in the sun and the cold wind on our skin.

There are people here (Dwemer dwarves) who are our friends and they plan to help us when the threat is over. We now know that the most important thing is to survive, but we must be reborn on the surface. We will bring the truth and

The scars return to the ground, where we belong."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Judging from the records of the last day and the situation in which she placed this diary in the Forgotten Valley, Fell Aegwynn's ending should not be reduced to the law.

Instead, she chose to escape underground with the ancient snow elves and the good-hearted people of Dwemer. Her ending may be to choose to live in seclusion in the temple, but she may also choose to leave Skyrim.

These three diaries record the story of the Snow Elves seeking refuge with the Dwemer after the Battle of Mois Ridge, and finally going underground to become Falmer slaves.

The old saying goes well: "Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly separately."

Just imagine, even couples are unavoidable. It is human nature for the snow elves to flee after defeat. Coupled with the long life of the elves, these snow elf teams, groups and even tribes far away from the sky are protected from being enslaved by the Dwemer dwarves.

Degenerated into a Falmor slave and eventually degenerated into a Charus orc.

Nowadays, times have changed. The Nords, who have occupied Skyrim and inherited it from generation to generation, no longer regard the ancient snow elves as enemies. Because compared to Skyrim’s intensifying tower collapse, dragon attacks, civil war, smuggling and banditry, the five major forces that have shaken the rule of the nine lords have

Cancer. To this day, the harm caused by ancient snow elves is not worth mentioning at all.

After learning that the Snow Prince was resurrected, these ancient snow elves and their descendants scattered throughout Tamriel should have moved their families to the Ancient Snow Elf Valley in White River Mountain.

The lord is also happy to see the success.

Referring to the "Lords' Convention", as long as Lord Ximu decides to take in the last remaining ancient snow elves and allow them to serve his own laws, then even the nine lords have no right to interfere. Unless the Lord's decision endangers the nine.

The safety of the great lord.
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