Illustration for fanfic "The White gold" [link]
(Estormo, Ancano, archmage (no Dovakin)
This is my collection. Two dead High Elves.
I still can see them watching me. I still can feel them hate me.
Their mouths are wide open and they glow with blue light. The “Dead Thrall” spell keeps Ancano and Estormo almost alive...
I will give them no freedom.
You, Thalmor, claim yourselves to be the supreme race? So here am I, a human, who believes you. I will keep you like paintings and sculptures masterpieces are kept.