Oblivion Mod:Order of the Dragon/The Ilnadring

Book Information The Ilnadring
ID	xx00619F
	25		1.0
Skill	Security
Locations
Found in the following locations: In the Holy Book Tombs

The Ilnadring

A story of how the Wind stole Ilnadring

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The walls were high, as high as three grown men, and their guards were standing, their eagle eyes beheld the smallest animals and their cat ears heard the loosest noise. Nothing could go unnoticed and penetrate into the interior of the castle, nothing was hidden.

But in those same walls was the glorious jewel of modern fathers, that a dwarf-like high elf had forged in the breath of a dragon. The gold that wrapped itself around the precious stones was so finely worked that the naked eye simply lost the trail the trail of thin lines in some places and could only resume it elsewhere. The gems, however, were so numerous that no human age would have been enough to count them. In their purity, they were as virginal as the first flower of spring, which dares to break through the snow. Only the daughter of the Landgrave could wear it. She had skin as soft as the arms of the grass, whose hands went waving into the wind. Her eyes were like the water that cascades down the mountain to finally catch up in itself. But her face faded into the clutches of trinkets, called the Ilnadring.

One day it was the Wind, whose arms could enclose everything and his eyes find in every niche a surface on which they can rest. That one coveted the Ilnadring and cherished incomprehension, as only a mortal man so possessing something unique was allowed to be revealed without the scorn of the gods. He mused about how he could wrest the jewels from the castle walls, and forged a plan that had to be performed boldly and without regard to every human infirmity.

That night he blew with all his might through the walls of the fortress; he simply wanted to let it collapse on its inhabitants. He wanted her to be buried under their protection, but the walls stood firm and the Ilnadring remained in the possession of the Landgrave, remained in the possession of a mortal. A spell seemed to keep it out of reach of the gods, because the Sun coveted the wonderful jewels. Also, she wanted to get them into her possession, but she too failed on the walls of the fortress. So the anger of the heavenly bodies grew over the simple-minded people, who retained the wonderful thing and it did not want to know it in the gods' hands.

One summer night, however, Landgrave's wife was on the way to Ilnadring, because she could not bear it, even though she was forbidden to put her fingers on it. So she crept into the chamber and took the miracle thing that surpassed beauty of the sky and put it around her neck. So she danced around with joy and enthusiasm of its beauty in the chamber, so that her husband, the Landgrave, woke up full of fear of that strange sound, and sent his guards in. Those blinded by Ilnadring saw the Landgrave's wife as nothing more than an ugly thief, completely unworthy to wear this wondrous thing, and so the arrow that pierced her unfortunate heart killed her.