Arranged marriage. A common but stupid thing in the elven race, or at least that's what I thought - never had I seen myself as a wife, or a mother...just a blade for those who needed it. For centuries, they'd never spoken, not a sound. The voices from above had fallen dormant at last - or so I'd hoped to believe, being able to hear the every word of the enemy you so hoped to destroy could be as harrowing as it was tactile. A family secret, but was it one I could share with my betrothed? That would show the test of time This is partially a lotr x Skyrim crossover, mainly the Dragonborn part