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Bal'a Dash, Malanore	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Bal'a Dash, Malanore
Fandom: Word of Warcraft
Pairing: Troll Female/Blood Elf Male
Rating: Hard M
Summary: Ardel and Zangah stop for a short visit at Silvermoon City. Friends and family are not amused.
A/N: This is the sequel to Culture Clash. Bal'a Dash, Malanore, according to WOW Wiki means Greetings, traveler in Thalassian.

Part 1 - Draz

Draz woke to the pounding in his head. He whimpered as he rolled onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head, but it didn’t do anything to lessen the sound and the pain. Last night’s must have been a hell of a party, pity he only remembered bits and flashes of it. There was bet... something about a Jug of Bourbon... the damn throbbing just didn’t want to stop.
Slowly he became aware that the noise didn’t entirely come from inside his skull. Someone was knocking at his door. He could now make out a low voiced conversation as well, although not the actual words. Were they even speaking Thalassian at all? And who in their right minds would knock on his door at such an ungodly hour?
’Coming,’ he croaked out weekly, and stumbled out of the bed. He pulled out the curtains, which proved to be the mistake, as he was immediately blinded by sharp sunlight.
’Fucking hell,’ he moaned as a fresh wave of pain swept over his head. ’By the bloody Sunwell, I sincerely hope this is a life or death situation, or else...’ he yanked open the door and fall silent. Out there stood a tall, handsome elf in slightly battered armor. It actually took Draz a second or two to recognize his best friend.
’Ardel!’ he gasped, forgetting all his pains for the moment, ’you’re back!’ and flung himself at the other man to hug him. He was rewarded with hard plate pressing into his chest and a heavy pat on his back.
’Draz,’ Ardel said, a bit too loudly. ’Are you feeling OK? You look like shit.’
’Just a rough hangover,’ he grinned ruefully. ’I’ve got a potion for it somewhere. Come in.’ He went ahead to rummage through his drawers. He found the vial he was looking for and gratefully swallowed its content. He closed his eyes as the effect took over – it was a bit like jumping into icy water, but the gnomish bomb in his head stopped ticking and his mouth didn’t feel like it was stuffed with cotton any longer.
Turning around he realized for the first time that his friend was not alone. He was accompanied by very tall, very wild looking, definietly blue skinned woman.
’Is that a troll?’ he gasped out stupidly.
She stopped surviying his room and scowled at him. Draz was almost absolutely sure it was a troll, because of her height and her skin tone. Or she might have been Kaldorei – or were those purple, not blue?
’Draz, this is my partner, Zangah. Zangah, this chap here is Drazial Firehand, and he is usually much sharper than this, but an overdose of alcohol and arcane magic can do this to a man.’
‘Nice ta meet ya,’ the probably - troll said in heavy accent. Draz thought he managed to cover his surprise over that she spoke their language. Or could talk at all. He shook his head. The hangover potion was probably off, as his thoughts still felt murky.
‘Oh. Hello,’ he realized he was probably rude previously. His mind was still trying to catch up with all the happening, without much success. He didn’t quite know what to make of Ardel’s mysterious statement either.
‘A partner in what?’
‘A partner in everything,’ the blood knight said. Draz shrugged – that didn’t make any more sense. He got back to what was important at the moment. The mystery of the troll could be solved later.
‘Come on, sit down,’ he said and swept the heap of robes and parchments from two of his chairs, while he sat down on the bed. ‘I can’t believe you are finally back! It has been what – two years? No, it must three now. Where have you been for such a long time? We were worried, you know. When did you arrive? Just wait until the others hear about it! We’ve been just talking about you the other day. Why didn’t you send a note you were coming?’
Ardel held up his hand, laughing, to interrupt him. ‘Slow down Draz. I’ll tell you everything in due time, and there is a lot to tell, but we have just arrived. Fighting the bureaucracy to be finally let through the portal from Undercity was a hell of a job, especially after Zangah had threatened the guards,’ he shot an obviously mock glare at the troll, who just grinned back. ‘She has this, erm, battle companion that Silvermoon was not too keen to let in – not that I can blame them,’ he added in a false whisper.
The troll snorted at that, and said something in what Draz now recognized as Orcish. He had taken some language lessons when he and Ardel first planned their trip to Kalimdor. In the end, of course, he had chickened out, and his friend went alone. Draz wondered if he was still cross with him for that, but it looked like the Western continent did him well, even if he had made strange friends.
Truth to be told, Ardel had never looked better. He had tan, he seemed stronger than ever, but most importantly he radiated a calm, powerful aura he lacked before. Adventuring seemed to agree with him.
In their childhood Draz had been jealous of his good looks, especially after he had taken to train as a blood knight, which gave him muscle to his height as well. Draz had been studying hard as a warlock at that point, but he had abandoned his studies after his friend left home. Maybe it was time to pick it up again, now that Ardel was back – they could make shorter journeys together. Ghostlands needed help all the time after all. Maybe he will make up his mind, and visit Undercity finally as he had been planning for ages…
‘You have to start telling me all that happened to you,’ he urged his friend as he poured them some water. ‘How was West? At least reassure me that you are still whole, no vital body parts eaten or something…’
‘Luckily I’m still in once piece,’ Ardel grinned. ‘They hardly ever eat elves over there any more.’
‘I don’t know dat,’ said the troll, ‘me wouldn’t mind a bite, ya look tasty enough.’
They were leaning close to each other, smiling, but just that wouldn’t have made Draz realize anything in his current shape. It was Ardel’s obviously unconscious gesture, the way he reached up and flicked a stray lock of hair out of her eyes that make something click in Draz brain. He dropped the glass he was just raising to his lips and it shattered on the floor, adding water to the general mass there.
‘Your partner?!’ he knew he sounded a bit hysterical, but couldn’t do anything about it. ‘Are you mad? You can’t be serious!’
‘Took it long enough to sink in,’ Ardel said dryly. ‘And of course I’m serious. Wouldn’t be here otherwise.’
‘How… I mean how did it happen? And when?’ ‘What had she done to you?’ he stopped himself from asking.
‘She saved my life,’ he replied evenly. ‘And it’s been a while now. We come to you first as you are the most… open minded.’ His friend looked calm enough – not someone who just brought a troll home as his “partner”, but his eyes told otherwise. Three years might have passed, but that didn’t negate decades spent together.
Draz knew that look. It meant “I need your help”, and this helped him to overcome his astonishment. They were the best friends since they had been kids. So far he had only let Ardel down once – when he didn’t accompany him on his journey to Kalimdor. He won’t disappoint him again, he decided, he was much too dear for that. He was back with this alien woman, and if he couldn’t rely on Draz – he couldn’t rely on anyone.
‘I apologise,’ he turned to the troll, ‘for my behavior. We live a much too isolated life here, and I’m afraid I overreacted.’ He might have been sounded a bit too formal, but the woman’s pose relaxed slightly and she gave him a tight smile. ‘For fucks shake,’ Draz thought, trying not to stare at her mouth, ‘but she has tusks!’
Ardel mouthed a silent “thank you” and he shook himself mentally. If his friend fancied blue skinned women with fangs, who was he to question him.
‘So what are your plans,’ he asked as brightly as he could. ‘Are you moving in to your house straight away? I have your keys here somewhere, let me just find it…’ he went over to his cupboard to rummage through it.
‘I suppose we will stay at my place until we’re here, yes. ‘
‘Why,’ Draz straightened up, suddenly suspicious, ‘where are you planning to go? You have just arrived.’
‘We just stopped by for a short visit Draz,’ Ardel said softly, sensing his discomfort. ‘But we don’t plan to linger for long. There’s still out lot to see and do out in the world.’
‘But… I thought… you have been away for so long already! Haven’t you had enough adventures?’
’Once ya set yer foot on da road,’ the troll injected ’it ain’t let you go.’
It was the stupidest thing he ever heared, but it must have made sense to Ardel, as he nodded solemly.
’But we all missed you,’ Draz exclaimed. ’I certainly missed you! Are we to loose you again? Maybe for good this time?’
’Draz, I have changed. The life here – it just doesn’t have the same appeal any longer. There is so much – so much more. ’
What could he say to that? Devastating though it was, Ardel was home now – maybe if he would just settle in, he would realize how much he had been missing and stay. Keeping that in mind he forced on a bright face, got the keys out of the bottom of his drawers (how they ended up in one of his socks he would never know) and accompanied the pair to Ardel’s home.
Ardel had a posh little house at Farstrider Square, nothing like Draz own crowded little flat, with its windows looking at Murder Row, but the blood knights parents had been always well off.
With an enchantment in place to hold off the dust it looked nice as ever. Ardel went around, opening windows and peering into the rooms and Draz was left quasi-alone with the troll. He groped around for something to say.
‘So, ehm, how did you two ended up with each other? I mean I know Ardel said something of you saving him – thank you for that - but you know – how did you come that you are, erm, together?’
‘Travelling is boring,’ she said and Draz looked at her surprised. She was smiling, and he realized she was just joking.
‘It ain’t be an easy decision for him or me. But,’ she shrugged ‘one never knows where da spirits of fate lead us. Dey have da strangest sense of humor.’
Feeling a bit embarrassed, but not sure why, Draz looked away, thinking ‘She’s a nice girl,’ just to correct himself a moment later ‘A girl not wearing any boots – good heavens! Does she really have only two fingers on her feet?!’
Thankfully, Ardel interrupted that line of thought as he bounced back into the room, declaring that everything in the house seemed perfectly in order and thanking Draz for taking care of it. (He actually didn’t, even the dust repelling charm had been cast by his mother, as Draz wasn’t keen on housekeeping tasks.)
They spent a rather pleasant hour chatting, Ardel recounting some of his adventures seemingly in random, the troll inserting comments here and there. Draz found he could look at her now without the astonishment showing on his face. What Ardel saw in her he still couldn’t fathom though, when he could have any woman of Silvermoon with his good looks and fortune.
Maybe that was why, he mused. He wanted to have someone he shouldn’t. Still, what would the others say…? Probably better if they broke the news to them as soon as possible. He just had to make sure to see Aelna’s face when she hears it. He never liked her…
Suppressing an evil grin, he announced it’s time he went and started to organize a welcome party for the evening. Unheeding of any objections he went to do just so, his hangover now completely forgotten. This was bound to be a hell of a get-together and he just loved to be the middle of the things.
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