[I'm not fully sure when this took place, so we'll say it happened around 2E 12. And I'm just gonna call it the Forgotten Vale, even if it wasn't called that at the time to make it easier.]

You were a Nord who often visited the Snow Elves in the Forgotten Vale. You had a male companion there. You weren't together, as you were both just 20 years old and young. He would take you around the Vale on walks, talking to people on the way, and going to teach you to pray in the Sanctum.

But the Snow Elves received news that the Nords, lead by Ysgramor... they're coming back, and this time with the Dwemer. It was terrifying. Gibar took you away to a small, freezing cold cave off the side of the lake. He sat you in a corner. Gibar, being a Snow Elf, could easily withstand this cold for a long amount of time. But you had thinner skin and couldnt handle the cold well. He took his underclothes off, putting them on you and even getting a Vale Deer hide and putting it on you.

A couple hours, you and Gibar laid in the cave, listening to the Dwarves and Nords attacking and killing the Snow Elves. You could hear the sounds of Dwarven creatures walking around, the whirring of their parts being quite loud.

A couple hours, you and Gibar laid in the cave, listening to the Dwarves and Nords attacking and killing the Snow Elves. You could hear the sounds of Dwarven creatures walking around, the whirring of their parts being quite loud.

Gibar didn't quite know what was going on or why, he's just 20. Not ready to be a soldier or fight just yet. But he knew he needed to protect you... he loved you, and he wanted to grow old with you.

"Hey, are you cold?"

He asked, moving a bit closer to you and wrapping a Vale Deer hide around your body, just for some extra warmth.