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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seventeen– Nathaniel Conway, Age 10
"You are a High Elf."
Those words whispered to him in a moment of painful awareness, burnt in his chest along with the fire he could not control. There was never a question his father was telling the truth, it made the pieces fit. His family wasn't elves, which meant … they weren't his family. No his pa said blood didn't make a family, love did. They loved him and wanted to make him better, which was why he was in this wagon, fighting the pain to stay conscious. The same love was written in his mother's face as she used her magic to grow his ears out to the length of a High Elf. It didn't feel odd to him, the exact opposite he finally felt whole.
"Please … help him."
His father was begging for him and a moment later through feverish eyes Nathaniel saw two shadows looking down on him from where he laid on his mother's lap. It was hard to focus on them as another painful tremor worked its way through his body. He squeezed his ma's hand and tried to breathe calmly like his pa had told him to.
A male spoke in awe in a language he didn't understand. A female answered him sharply in the same tongue. A cool hand slipped something on his finger. The change was instantaneous; warmth shot up his arm, at the same time it cooled the flames raging in him.
"This child should not be away from Sunwell," a strange voice demanded.
"Pardon me, sir," Nathaniel heard his father say. "He was born away from your Sunwell and has done just fine until this past day. I do thank you for returning his ring to him, though. When he's older we'll work on his dependence of it."
"We?" the man said with distain. "This child shall be returned to Silvermoon where he can be raised like a true Quel'dorei."
"No," Nathanial said finding his voice. "Please, don't take me from my family."
"These humans can no more be your family than an ogre," the man said again, which now that his vision cleared Nathaniel could tell was a slender High Elf.
"Ma heals my hurts, Pa's strong arms have guided and protected me, Foster is the best darn brother in the world, my sisters may be brats at times but I wouldn't trade them," Nathaniel said, his voice growing stronger. "Takes more than blood to be a family!"
As he spoke he sat up, he was surprised to find most of the town had gathered around. "By the light," Mrs. O'Connell said, "his ears … he is an elf!"
"Well," Mr. Madison said, "that explains some things. However, he is still Thomas's boy in my eyes. I won't let you hoity-toity elves separate this family."
Nathaniel searched the crowd and found Foster; his brother was staring at him with a look of wonderment on his face. When their eyes met Foster grinned. "Good to see you back with us, baby brother," he said.
The female elf pulled her companion off to the side, Nathaniel could easily eavesdrop on their conversation however they had switched to the language he didn't understand so it did no good. He could tell they were arguing, finally the man seemed to relent to her wishes and the pair returned.
"We are on our way to Dalaran," she said, speaking to Nathaniel. "It is not a trip where we can coddle a child. However, my subordinate, says there will come a time he will return for you and take you back to our people. The longer you stay here, the more human you will become; you're already maturing faster than you should. If you had been raised an elf you would barely be off your mother's tit."
The male elf that had remained quiet stepped forward and slid his quiver and bow off his back. He put them in the wagon beside Nathaniel. "My name is Lor'themar Theron," he said. "Your brother mentioned you're good with a bow. I'll leave mine for you to train with, but I will return for it someday and for you."
Nathaniel knew better than to argue and nodded his head.
The elf took Nathaniel's hand that wore the ring. "Leave the ring on and by tomorrow the gold should contract to fit your finger and will grow as you do. No human will be able to take it unless they remove the finger itself." As the pair of elves turned to leave, Lor'themar paused at Nathaniel's father. "When I return," he said, "I expect the truth behind the child."
"One I will gladly tell," his pa said. "Thank you for returning his ring and for not taking him from us."
Nathaniel stood up in the back of the wagon and watched the pair walk over to where Kyle was holding the reins of two strange looking bird-like creatures. The elves swung up on the back of them like they were horses and after one final glance at Nathaniel they rode out of town to the west.
"Those elves aren't the only ones that you owe the truth to," Mrs. O'Connell said.
"You're right, Ellen," his pa said. "This evening at city hall, I'll come back and tell everyone the truth. For now let me take my family home and tell them."
"Of course," she said with a slight bow. She looked over at Nathaniel, "your true ears make you look complete, always knew there was something special about you."
Nathaniel could feel the blush spread across his cheeks, to the tips of his ears.
"Oh now that's cute," Mrs. O'Connell said with a laugh. Her laugh seemed to release the town folks from their stupor and after a few more comments and some goodbyes Nathaniel found himself headed home with Foster and Janice sitting with him in the back of the wagon. The twins had stayed home with the Paxtons.
Janice couldn't help herself and reached over to touch one of his ears. He let her, only letting out a snicker as her fingers tickled him. "I don't understand," she said, "where did they come from?"
"He's always had them," their ma answered, "I just hid them until he was ready."
"Neat-o" she said, "I have an elf for a brother; Bethany and Marlene are going to be so jealous!" Nathaniel felt his ears grow warm again and his sister laughed her eyes sparkling. "Your ears turn red along with your cheeks!" The laugh only darkened the blush.
"That's enough, Janice," their ma said with a smile. "Leave your brother alone, he's had a rough time of it."
Nathaniel yawned and silently agreed with her. All he wanted to do now was sleep, even though that's how he spent the last day. He noticed Foster studying him, and he wondered what his brother was thinking. For a moment he was afraid and his hand moved subconsciously for the chain he no longer wore. The habitual action wasn't missed by Foster who tapped his booted foot against his brother's. With that touch Nathaniel relaxed, they were still good.
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