Title: Season Unending Summary: Elenwen’s thoughts on Ulfric while she patiently waits for the High Hrothgar’s peace conference to end. Tags: char:Elenwen, char:Ulfric_stormcloak, race:Altmer, race:Nord, relationship:gen, es:Skyrim, prompt:filled, relationship:het,
"Dammit, Ulfric got here first," General Tullius groused as he dismounted.
There were two horses bearing the Windhelm colors already in the High Hrothgar stables as the Imperial contingent filed in. With Tullius, Legate Rikke, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Balgruuf, their housecarls, and Ambassador Elenwen's mounts included, the small shed was overly full. The Greybeards had no need for horses, but they had the building for their rare visitors. It was highly unusual for them to have this many guests at once.
"Of course he did," Elenwen said as she smoothly dismounted. "He's much closer than we were, he has a smaller contingent, and he had to be here first to prove his worth."
"He's also not going to be happy that the ambassador is here," Rikke murmured to Tullius. Elenwen smiled, not acknowledging the legate's words. "You know how much Ulfric hates the Thalmor."
"What was I supposed to do, Legate?" Tullius replied lowly. "She's higher ranked than me and has every right to be here. I couldn't exactly refuse her. Let the Greybeards deal with her if they don't want her here."
Elenwen had to stifle a chuckle at that statement. Tullius had looked as if someone had placed a fresh dog's turd under his nose when she had declared that she would be accompanying him for this delegation. As his contact with the Aldemeri Dominion, Tullius had been required to gain her permission to treat with Ulfric, and it had been clear by his reaction that he had never considered that she would want to be present.
The Thalmor knew she was breaking the rules by coming here, but she couldn't resist a chance to see her pet again. It had been too long since she had last played with him. It had taken every ounce of her willpower to walk away during his execution in Helgen. It was in the Thalmor interest to keep him alive and have the civil war linger as long as possible, but on what grounds could she have stepped in to prevent his death? No, better to stay uninvolved and see if her pet was clever enough to get away on his own.
Oh, how she had rejoiced that he had survived. The presence of the dragon had been both baffling and intriguing. Was it a hidden weapon of Ulfric's or had he simply lucked out with a random razing?
As the Imperial representatives stepped into the large conference room, Elenwen's gaze immediately found Ulfric on the far side. His back was turned to her, but she could see his profile as he animatedly spoke with his housecarl, Galmar Stone-Fist.
By the Eight, it broke her heart to see how much he had aged in a mere thirty years. He was no longer the wide-eyed innocent her people had captured. Of course, their time together had taken away a great deal of that, but his youth was long gone. He was handsome for a human, Elenwen had to admit, and his features had matured well, but there was something about him that still reminded her of the boy she had taken as her plaything in the Thalmor dungeons.
"Now that everyone is here, please take your seats," Arngeir announced as he sat at the end of the table to Elenwen's left. "I hope that we all have come here in the spirit of…"
As the head Greybeard called the meeting to order, Ulfric turned to take his seat. If she had not been watching him, Elenwen knew she would have missed the flash of terror on Ulfric's face that was immediately replaced by outrage.
Season Unending 1/?
Summary: Elenwen’s thoughts on Ulfric while she patiently waits for the High Hrothgar’s peace conference to end.
Tags: char:Elenwen, char:Ulfric_stormcloak, race:Altmer, race:Nord, relationship:gen, es:Skyrim, prompt:filled, relationship:het,
"Dammit, Ulfric got here first," General Tullius groused as he dismounted.
There were two horses bearing the Windhelm colors already in the High Hrothgar stables as the Imperial contingent filed in. With Tullius, Legate Rikke, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Balgruuf, their housecarls, and Ambassador Elenwen's mounts included, the small shed was overly full. The Greybeards had no need for horses, but they had the building for their rare visitors. It was highly unusual for them to have this many guests at once.
"Of course he did," Elenwen said as she smoothly dismounted. "He's much closer than we were, he has a smaller contingent, and he had to be here first to prove his worth."
"He's also not going to be happy that the ambassador is here," Rikke murmured to Tullius. Elenwen smiled, not acknowledging the legate's words. "You know how much Ulfric hates the Thalmor."
"What was I supposed to do, Legate?" Tullius replied lowly. "She's higher ranked than me and has every right to be here. I couldn't exactly refuse her. Let the Greybeards deal with her if they don't want her here."
Elenwen had to stifle a chuckle at that statement. Tullius had looked as if someone had placed a fresh dog's turd under his nose when she had declared that she would be accompanying him for this delegation. As his contact with the Aldemeri Dominion, Tullius had been required to gain her permission to treat with Ulfric, and it had been clear by his reaction that he had never considered that she would want to be present.
The Thalmor knew she was breaking the rules by coming here, but she couldn't resist a chance to see her pet again. It had been too long since she had last played with him. It had taken every ounce of her willpower to walk away during his execution in Helgen. It was in the Thalmor interest to keep him alive and have the civil war linger as long as possible, but on what grounds could she have stepped in to prevent his death? No, better to stay uninvolved and see if her pet was clever enough to get away on his own.
Oh, how she had rejoiced that he had survived. The presence of the dragon had been both baffling and intriguing. Was it a hidden weapon of Ulfric's or had he simply lucked out with a random razing?
As the Imperial representatives stepped into the large conference room, Elenwen's gaze immediately found Ulfric on the far side. His back was turned to her, but she could see his profile as he animatedly spoke with his housecarl, Galmar Stone-Fist.
By the Eight, it broke her heart to see how much he had aged in a mere thirty years. He was no longer the wide-eyed innocent her people had captured. Of course, their time together had taken away a great deal of that, but his youth was long gone. He was handsome for a human, Elenwen had to admit, and his features had matured well, but there was something about him that still reminded her of the boy she had taken as her plaything in the Thalmor dungeons.
"Now that everyone is here, please take your seats," Arngeir announced as he sat at the end of the table to Elenwen's left. "I hope that we all have come here in the spirit of…"
As the head Greybeard called the meeting to order, Ulfric turned to take his seat. If she had not been watching him, Elenwen knew she would have missed the flash of terror on Ulfric's face that was immediately replaced by outrage.