Tauri is my OC. She's an imperial. She has beautiful tan skin, red hair, some freckles, and is 26 years old. She loves children and is very kind hearted. She dual wields elven maces, wears enchanted elven armor(no helmet). She's a good archer, and uses all schools of magic. She's in all factions, and owns the HoneySide in Riften. Tauri is short for Tauriel, from the LOTR and The Hobbit. She's my favorite character. She's married to Marcurio, and has two children.
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*Tauri's PoV*
"I just can't do it Marcurio!" I shouted, while throwing the great sword down. It hit the cobble stone with a loud clatter.
"You just need to keep trying, you can't just give up." Marcurio said, while smiling.
"That's easy for you to say, you just use a dorky orcish dagger and some flame spell." I said harshly.
His smile fell, and he turned to walks back up the stairs of our house in Riften.
I walked over to the sword I had thrown to the ground a few minutes earlier. I picked it up, and Marcurio's words kept playing over and over again in my head.
"You just need to keep trying, you can't just give up."
I smiled as I thought about him. His charming voice and face. His snarky attitude, and that amazing smile of his.
I hung the sword on a weapon rack, and quietly walked up the stairs.
I stood in the doorway in our bedroom, and watched as Marcurio grabbed a book off of the shelf. Before he turned to open the door, I hugged him from behind. He stopped and dropped the book, and turned around.
"What is this about?" He asked, his voice hushed.
"I just want to say I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted." He said, while hugging me again.
"How about we go play with greatswords." Marcurio said, while kissing my jawline.
"How about later." I whispered.
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FanfictionJust some soft fluff because I can't write lemons. {requests open } Bethesda owns everything except my OC's and some of the dialogue.
