Paladin Jerebor firmly believes that there are likely other isolated conclaves of surviving snow elves established elsewhere in Nirn. In order to convince the lord, Paladin Jelebo also gave four diaries of the snow elves that had been collected for a long time.
The first, Engwe Emeloth’s diary “The Betrayed”:
"As the Snow Prince fell to the ground, the Snow Elves split into upper and lower factions (Escape Paths). Now conquered, brutally bound, and in an instant, everything they had ever known was shattered. The once freedom and coolness of their skins The wind (the previous life on the ground) has now been replaced by the heat of the fire (becoming a slave worker in the Dwemer forge workshop). There was a kind of pride deep in the heart, which was forgotten along with their name. From the home of ice and snow, they were Taken away, thrown into the darkness of the night, living in the fear of losing their minds. When their eyes began to darken and gradually lost their light. What awaited them were chains and slavery. The once light turned into darkness, leaving only Loneliness and betrayal. And a deeper descent into madness.”
The identity of the owner of this diary seems to be a snow elf officer. His ending should be that he chose to draw a clear line with the Falmer who were slaves, and finally went to live in seclusion in the temple in the Forgotten Valley.
The second book, "Journal of Mirtil Angoth":
“Night Four.
I once dreamed of fighting like my father. He taught me how to fight from the moment I could hold a sword. My mother argued that I was too young, but my father didn't care. I still remember the joy I felt when I beat my father in a game for the first time and the proud look on his face. If it were up to him, I know he would allow me to join him in his fight. He'd probably be better off with me by his side. Now that my father and many others have been killed, the elders claim that our warriors are too few to continue fighting the Nords. I am not the only young person to speak out in protest, but our small voices are being ignored. The elders have decided that we must flee and seek help and protection.
The eighth night.
We receive word that the great Snow Prince has been killed in battle. The urgency of hiding sent many of us fleeing, and those who remained in groups didn’t know which way to go. We huddled together during the long nights, always fearing the worst, until the first rays of sunlight came up. May Auriel guide our steps.
Thirteenth Night.
At night, I overheard the elders whispering about the secrets of the underworld (Blackfall) and the Dwemer who lived there. I thought back to the stories my father had told me about the dwarves, the heroic tales of glory and glory. The elders must have known these stories because we decided to change course at first light. I believe the Dwemer will help us avenge our dead and reclaim our lands. "
The ending of the owner of this diary should be to escape from Tianji. As for where he went, it might be an unknown island on the Sea of the Dead. It might even be heading to the City of One Hundred Towers.
The third book, "Diary of Faire Agarwen".
"The third day.
It feels like I haven't been forced to hide in years. I was afraid to write a diary where we lived because I was afraid it would be discovered and endanger the good people in the house. This family that Snow Prince once knew was very kind to us. Even after his (Snow Prince's) death, his immense influence kept us safe. We were separated from many of our relatives along the way as our numbers became increasingly difficult to travel discreetly. We were forced to go our separate ways, traveling only at night. I heard no news of where the others had gone and I'm afraid I never will. Our lives were changed forever.
The seventh day.
At night, it's hard not to think about the past. Sometimes when I rest, I can hear the laughter of children playing in the valley. Other times I see pale flecks of happy times (flakes of the cold season sun) that were once common in the land of the Snow Elves. I try not to let these memories linger too long. The surrounding environment often makes people immersed in pain. We've been locked up together for so long. We're tired of each other's company. Even the strongest of us hesitate because there is nothing we can do but think about what we have lost. Every day I wake up and see faces of despair that remind me where we are and what we leave behind. We all long for the day when we can emerge from hiding and walk freely in the sunshine again, but I fear we are losing all hope that this day will even come.
The tenth day.
I am tired of the tears of women and children. I've already done mine. Those people began to look at us as if we were weak, yet we had been through the same trials as they had been. I couldn't bring myself to think about how many men we had lost in the war, but I couldn't get my own losses out of my mind either. Now, when our people should be united, our hearts are drifting apart. The Nords really won. Our once great pride and unity were shattered. If we lose hope now, we will never survive. Today, many people, myself included, are trying to be the voice of reason. Without talking about our future there is no hope. We cannot make a difference if our spirits remain flagging.
The eighteenth day.
We know we can no longer live as freely as the snow elves. In the world of the Nords, we will always be hidden in one form or another, but there is no reason why we can't live on the land with the sun bathing our skin and the cold wind blowing on our skin. There are people here (the Dwemer dwarves) who are our friends and plan to help us once the threat is over. We now know that the most important thing is to survive, but we must be reborn on the ground. We will return to the ground with truth and scars, where we belong. "
Judging from the records of the last day and the circumstances in which she placed the diary in the Forgotten Valley, Fell Aegwynn's ending should not have been reduced to a Falmer orc, but he chose to live with the ancient snow elves in the Dwemer. She escaped from the underground with help. Her ending may have been to choose to live in seclusion in the temple, but she may also have chosen to leave Skyrim.
These three diaries record the story of the Snow Elves seeking refuge with the Dwemer after the Battle of Mois Ridge, and finally going underground to become Falmer slaves.
The old saying goes well: "Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately."
Just think, even couples are inevitable, and it is human nature for the snow elves to scatter in all directions after being defeated. Coupled with the long life of elves, these snow elf teams, groups and even tribes far away from the sky are protected from being enslaved by the Dwemer dwarves, degenerating into Falmor slaves and eventually degenerating into Charus orcs.
Now, times have changed. The Nords, who have occupied Skyrim for generations, no longer regard the ancient snow elves as enemies. Because compared to the increasingly fierce tower collapse, dragon attack, civil war, smuggling and banditry in Skyrim, these are the five major cancers that shake the rule of the nine lords. To this day, the harm caused by the ancient snow elves is not worth mentioning at all.
Knowing that the Snow Prince was resurrected, these ancient snow elves and their descendants scattered throughout Tamriel should move their families to the Ancient Snow Elf Valley in White River Mountain.
The lord is also happy to see the results.
Referring to the "Lords' Convention", as long as Lord Ximu decides to take in the last remaining ancient snow elves and allow them to serve his own laws. Then even the nine lords have no right to interfere. Unless the lord's decision endangers the safety of the nine lords.
Obviously, this doesn't happen.
