A/N: Hi there guys! I decided to make a fan-fiction about the guy every girl who plays Skyrim wants but can't have. :( If you love Brynjolf then this story is totally for you! Hope you enjoy!

Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

Winters here... And so is the fire of the battle, in this fight I win or you die. (and before you ask, yes, those are GoT references)

What if The Last Dragonborn was a twin, and his brother was roaming Skyrim. Eventually, the two will reunite when the time comes.