There are elves in Skyrim who are corrupted. Falmer. Twisted, blind, living in darkness with poisonous creatures; I spoke to a Warden before of them and that she spoke of them and the Darkspawn in the same breath is...something to think of.

[If Inessa can still be spoken to then maybe she can reach out more, somehow. Her only talent at speaking with others has been to get shopkeepers and traders to give her good prices in bargains so she's not got any honeyed words to help her here. But she can't ignore the overlaps.

It's impossible not to. And she might need to write things down to pass to Thranduil on the promise he burns it after, if it falls into their hands then her blade would have to come out.]

Not their souls, but there are things other than souls that it could be. I'm friendly enough with one of them, if I find more I'll let you know, I need to know what they're doing, what they are. This is-- this is wrong. This is a sickness.

[A sigh shudders out of her, borders on the edge of a laugh.]

More than half my Voice is locked away from me. I know the words but nothing comes. I've tested some in secret but never against a foe, against a being. They look at us differently, are they ready for this? For a gag? To cut out my tongue?