Disclaimer: All characters, excluding Nibenor, and storylines, excluding the romance in this piece, are property of Bethesda Game Studios. I do not make any money in writing this.

A.N: This was originally a prompt from Skyrim Kink Meme, as filled by moi. The version on there and here differ slightly as, since doesn't have a limit of 4300 characters, I have edited the original version (still on SKM) to make it a much better read. This version, however, will contain much less sex due to 's rules on such things. For the fully mature version, go find SKM, with the story under the different title of 'All creatures great and small' (only if you're over 18, please).

Original prompt wanted an attraction between a big bulky nord and a tiny tiny person, hence Nibenor the Wood Elf/ Bosmer. Please note that this IS a slash piece and contains homosexual inter-racial relationships. If any of that offends you please leave now.

Now, without further ado, I give you the first chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Arrival

The land of Skyrim was a world away from what Nibenor was used to. Far from the reaches of his homeland of Valenwood, it may as well have been a completely different planet on which there was nothing even vaguely familiar, he thought, as he left Riverwood. His rather violent introduction into the cultural differences, thanks to the Imperials, had left him shocked and uncomfortable. Not the fresh new start he had been hoping for.

He had left his native land of Valenwood nearly a year ago, sneaking out from under the watch of the Thalmor guard that inhabited his city, looking for a new life. One where the Thalmor weren't watching over him constantly. Skyrim had apparently been a bad choice for that and it had been even more of an ill omen that he had been caught stealing just before he tried to cross the border. Hence his recent near death experience at Helgen. He rubbed his wrists, looking down at the raw pink skin where his bindings had bitten into the flesh. And Hadvar had suggested he join the Imperials. Not likely as long as they were working with the Thalmor.

The Thalmor had made his family's lives a living hell and he and his sister, Laefnar, had been forced to cross onto the slightly less than legal side of things in order to keep themselves as well as the rest of their family alive. Laefnar herself wasn't too concerned about the law abiding aspect of survival but he was. He didn't like robbing people, even if it was only to survive and he hoped in Skyrim he could earn a more honest living. Once he established himself, he could send something back to help them. The original plan had been for Laefnar to come with him to find a new life, but on attempting escape from Valenwood, she had been caught, leaving him to scramble away, only able to hope for the best for his elder sister.

And now...he didn't really know where he was going now, just that he was free to go where he wanted. Truth was what he wanted right now was to turn around and go back to the poor, miserable life he'd had in Valenwood where he had family and friends, if not always food, shelter and security. He was, however, nothing if not determined and if forging a new path for himself in the rather more barren and frosty land of Skyrim, albeit on his own, was the only way to help his family, then he would do it. Which led him to his next predicament of how to go about settling himself in to Skyrim.

The people of Riverwood, Ralof who had helped him escape and the rest of his family, seemed to think it was prudent that he tell this...this king….Jarl Balgruuf….person, whoever he was, about the dragon that had attacked Helgen. After that, he was free to do what he wanted. It was fortunate that Ralof's family had been quite kind and welcoming to him, understanding that he wasn't entirely sure what to expect now that he had actually made it into Skyrim and even more so that he had come across Faendal, and he had felt a little more comfortable knowing that there were at least a few other Bosmer in Skyrim. He had left Valenwood and headed for Skyrim with such enthusiasm at being away from the Thalmor, despite the lack of sibling at his side, that, well, he hadn't really considered what it would be to actually try and make a new life in another country.

He vaguely recalled that his elders had always referred to it as his youthful impetuousness. If you called 90 years old youthful. And now he was here in Skyrim and he didn't know what to expect, who to trust, where to live, who to make friends with… anything. All he knew was that he was heading to… Whiterun, was it called? …to see this Jarl. He was lucky that these particular Nords seemed to be a fairly friendly people, despite what he'd heard about their racial intolerance and, after hearing his story, they had set Nibenor on his feet, arming him with a somewhat worn bow and light fur armour. Faendal had been gracious enough to lend him a small dagger too, currently strapped to the waistband of his armour along with a worn sword he had picked up from a dead soldier at Helgen. Not that he was much good with a sword, but he could learn, he supposed and all these Nords seemed to keep swords with them or axes… maybe it would be an idea to learn how to use a new weapon as part of his new life. Though he doubted he'd make much of a warrior.

He supposed, if nothing else, he could make a living as a hunter. He had already spotted a good number of fine looking deer on his journey down the path to Whiterun. He stopped to look out over the view, hopping up onto a rock to look down over the path that ran ahead of him and out onto the plains.

It was something of a shock to see such an open landscape. Valenwood was always so enclosed, so earthy and tightly packed with trees and flowers, a constant wet heat on the air. Here it was cold and dry. The landscape was rocky, the trees were spaced apart, the flowers small and reedy, though no less colourful than the large tropical plants of his homeland. The river to his right stretched down onto the plains ahead and ran on for miles and miles. You could never see that far away in Valenwood. Not unless you climbed to the highest of trees and then all you saw was a sea of green laid out for miles and miles, sometime stretching all the way to the horizon.

He hopped down off the rock again, returning to the well laid path that marked his road. The sun was high in the air, and that meant that he should probably get a move on. Tired as he was from the previous day's events, he still needed to get on with his new life. The sooner he got the message to Whiterun, the sooner he could go about setting up his new life.

I hope that anyone reading this enjoyed the first chapter. Please leave a review if you did. Thanks :)