The Fight Against The Thalmor

Chapter 5

Volonare and the outpost captain finally arrived at the Thalmor embassy. Once again, his stolen horse was stubborn the entire trip. He was almost impressed with the horses resolve honestly. As soon as he dismounted the horse began pulling and trying to run off from him.

"Ornery beast, aren't you?". He pulled out his sword and slit the horse's throat. It whimpered, groaned, and fought with every bit it had to stay on its feet until it collapsed to the ground twitching. Blood slowly pooled around the horse as Volonare sheathed his blade.

Both guards at the entrance as well as the outpost captain stared at Volonare in a state of shock and astonishment.

"Winter is over. That'll rot much quicker now. Needs to be cleaned up." He spoke as he walked past the guards, he didn't even look them in the eye as he passed.

He and the Captain proceeded into the embassy hall and immediately headed up the large staircase in the middle and headed to Elenwen's study on the second floor. Volonare stopped before entering her office. Taking a deep breath to calm himself. He had seen much resistance the last few days and knew that lashing out at Elenwen was even more foolish than his plan in Winterhold.

Elenwen was sitting at her desk in the middle of the room. She was finishing a letter, she signed it, let it sit to dry and then rolled it and placed her seal on it before even acknowledging either of the justicars. She got up from her desk and walked towards the door to the office and handed the letter to her Bosmer steward who was waiting on the bench by the front door. Still not acknowledging either of them.

"Leave us" she said as she handed him the letter. The Bosmer kept his head down and received the letter without saying a word.

Elenwen was the High Ambassador in Skyrim. She answered to no one except the high council in Summerset Isles. No one could ever tell you what emotions Elenwen may be feeling. Her demeanor was always cold but spoke and moved in a graceful manner that you were never quite sure if she was ready to kill you or lay with you. One thing was for certain, Elenwen was in charge of every room she ever found herself in.

She sat back down at her desk and finally looked the outpost captain in his eyes. Saying nothing but finally acknowledging their existence. "You have twelve new agents on their way to your outpost as we speak. If you ever relinquish control of your agents to another captain again without my explicit permission, you'll be cleaning chamber pots at an outpost in an Elsweyr jungle, do you understand me?"

She spoke firmly yet calmly while staring him in his eyes. "Now leave us. Close the door on the way out."

"Of course, my lady" he glared at Volonare out the side of his eyes as he left the room.

She straightened herself up on her chair as the door clicked shut. Volonare went to grab a chair that was sitting against the far wall. "You've been sitting on a saddle all day. I'm sure it l would be nice to be able to stand and stretch a bit agent."

Volonare stopped in his tracks and stared at the wall and scowled. He knew giving any sign of insubordination would not be inconsequential and that included body language. He turned around and stood in front of her desk, he put his hands down behind his back and stood at attention. Elenwen put away her inkwell and her sealing stamp. She rolled up the excess blank papers she had and neatly tucked them in a drawer. She admired her empty desktop for several seconds before opening another drawer and removed two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

She poured a small amount in the glasses and tasted them. She then poured the rest of the glasses, Resealed the bottle and tucked it back in its drawer. "Do you know what I've been doing all day? I've been Writing letters. Ive written a letter to the Queen of Skyrim. I've written a letter to the Jarl of Winterhold. I've written a letter to the Ambassador in Cyrodill. I've written a letter to all twenty of my outposts in Skyrim. I was growing wary of writing letters so I decided to pick twelve agents to replace the agents that were killed under false pretenses. That meant I needed twelve more agents to replace them. Do you know how I get replacements? I write a letter. Do you know why I've been performing the monotonous task of writing letters all day?"