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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 Twenty-Eight – Nathaniel Conway, Age 20
"Here try this on."
Nathaniel frowned at the frilly shirt handed to him. "I don't think so," he said. "I had clothes with me."
"There is no way you could meet your father in those old things," Belestra said. She continued to look through a large stack of clothing.
"They weren't that old," Nathaniel said, flinching as the comb working its way through his long locks caught.
"Sorry," the woman behind him said as she continued to groom him.
"I could do that myself," he said.
"If you truly belong to the Suntouched family, you best get used to having servants do it for you." Belestra said. She walked over and held up a simple blue silk shirt. "Better?" she asked. She cupped his chin and made him meet her gaze. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," he admitted. "The discomfort is still there at the pit of my stomach but I don't feel like I want to vomit."
"I'll take it," she said as she helped him slip on the shirt. "Have you had the strength to walk in the garden?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. "Twice a day like the doctor ordered. It feels good to move around again, swear I've been stuck in this room for a month."
"Probably a bit longer," Belestra admitted. "You are quite the curious case for us. Getting you a Sunwell Ring seemed silly, that is only reserved for those that travel really far away. But it appears to have helped; I believe the one you were attuned to as an infant would be better but there is nothing we can do about that. Leave his hair free," she instructed the elf behind him.
"I hate it down," Nathaniel said.
"Stop that," Belestra said with a slight smile. "You don't have to automatically contradict everything everyone says to you."
"It's not that," he said. "Just used to having it up and out of my face so I can work and hunt."
"Two things you won't have to worry about for a long time," Belestra said motioning him to stand. She walked him over to a mirror so he could see himself. His long blond locks gleamed, the blue silk brought out his eyes and the simple black pants finished off the look. "Very handsome," she said.
Nathaniel rolled eyes, there was knock on the door and Halduron stuck his head in. "Master Suntouched is here," he said.
"All right," Belestra said, "we'll be right down." She turned and took both of Nathaniel's hands. "I need you to promise me something," she said. "Downstairs is man whose wife disappeared when she was returning from Dalaran, twenty years ago. He knows little of your past; he is not responsible for the situation you're in. If he ends up being your father, please for his sake and your own don't take it out on him. I don't expect you to love him, though I do pray as the years past you learn to like him. I beg that you respect him if only for the link you share with the woman that gave you life."
"Ma'am," Nathaniel said. "I've been through some hard times in my twenty years but I can honestly say these past months have been torture to me both of body and spirit. Everything I understood, loved and knew has been taken away. I'm being forced unwillingly to relearn everything." He picked up a wine bottle nearby and filled a cup to the rim. "This is me," he said. He continued to pour wine until to Belestra's alarm it overflowed. "And this is what the elves are trying to do. My cup is full Ma'am …"
"You're a Quel'dorei," Belestra said as she dropped a towel on the spill. "Our cups are never full; there is always knowledge out there to be learnt."
Nathaniel sighed and downed the wine in the glass in a couple of gulps. "All right," he said, "let's go meet my possible sire." Belestra nodded and motioned him to step out the door. "What if he isn't," he asked. "Where does that leave me?"
"A ward of Silvermoon," Belestra answered. "The other pregnancy on record; there are no living relatives to confirm if you are related or not. Both mother and father disappeared on a journey north."
The walked downstairs and found Lor'themar and Halduron were in the sitting room with a third elf, with short auburn hair. The stranger studied Nathaniel for a moment, a mix of emotions on his face. "He shares his mother's nose and chin," he said.
"That may be the case," Belestra said, "but please Master Suntouched before you get your hopes up may I have your hand?" She took the offered hand and placed it on top of Nathaniel's, he was surprised to find the fingers of the other were shaking. Belestra placed her own palm on top of the hands and closed her eyes. After a long moment she looked up, a tear fell down her cheek. "I'm happy to tell you, Master Suntouched your son has come home."
The men in the room cheered as Nathaniel was pulled into an awkward embrace by the man they judged to be his father. Remembering Belestra's words he tried his best to relax and return the hug. The man stepped back and gave Nathaniel a once over. "What do they call you?" he asked.
"Nathaniel, Sir," he said softly.
"Sir?" The elf chuckled. "Call me Father; I've waited twenty years to hear it."
Nathaniel looked over at Belestra pleading silently. She nodded her head urging him on. Looking down he sighed. "Sorry …Father," the word felt traitorous on his tongue and he wanted take it back.
"All right," Master Suntouched said a large grin on his face. "Let me take my son home, does he have anything thing to take with him?"
"He has a mare at the stables," Halduron said, "I'll have a Ranger take it to your estate later."
"A horse? Interesting, and at such a young age … how about belongings?"
"We threw out most of them," Belestra started.
"You did what?" Nathaniel shouted, "By the Light will this never end?"
Belestra stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest, he felt her magic try to soothe him. "Sh… it was just ratty clothing," she said. "Here I saved this for you." To his humiliation she offered him the teddy bear he had as a child. "It looked well loved."
"Ah yes toys," his father said. "We'll have to stop and get you some."
Nathaniel shook his head as he took the bear. "I just want to go, please."
"In a moment, Nathaniel," Belestra said patting his shoulder. "I need to speak to your father about your care."
"May I wait out in the garden?" Nathaniel asked, wanting some air.
"I'll go with him," Lor'themar said.
The two elves walked outside into a large flower garden with a small fountain in the middle. Nathaniel held his hand up to view the Sunwell Ring he was wearing; it was larger than his other, fashioned by a talented jewelry crafter to be manlier.
"I'm sorry," Lor'themar said. "I should have never taken your Sunwell Ring. I was angry, though that is no excuse."
"Why?" Nathaniel asked. "Why couldn't you just leave me where I was loved?"
"You're a Quel'dorei child," Lor'themar said. "More valuable to us than any gem, you're our legacy. To leave you with the humans would be a great injustice to you."
"You just don't get it …" Nathaniel started.
"No," Lor'themar said interrupting him. "You just don't get it, how long have you been here?"
"A month," Nathaniel replied, "at least that's what Belestra said, seems like forever."
"It's barely been moment in the life of a High Elf," he replied. "The family that raised you made you think like a human. It is up to us to reforge you into a Quel'dorei!"
"Us?" Nathaniel said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you were free of me now."
"Figurative speaking," he replied. "I meant the people of Silvermoon."
The door behind them opened. Master Suntouched and Belestra stepped outside. His father looked so happy. It made Nathaniel honestly feel bad for not being able to return the love in the expression. "Are you ready to go home, my son?"
Nathaniel nodded his head. "But I don't think that is an option," he said quietly. That got him a sharp nudge in the side by Lor'themar. He approached Belestra and bowed. "Thank you for taking care of me these past days, Ma'am."
"Of course," Belestra said with a smile. "Enjoy your life, Nathaniel; you have it all before you."
Nodding his head at Lor'themar he said, "Thank you Master Theron for taking me under your watch."
"Stay out of trouble," the elf replied with a smirk.
Out in front of the dwelling was an open carriage, pulled by two Hawkstriders. It was probably the fanciest coach Nathaniel had ever seen. It was white with gold accents and a brilliant violet interior. The driver hopped down as they approached, opened the door and bowed.
Nathaniel glanced at Master Suntouched who motioned him to climb inside. After he took his place his father sat down beside him and the coachman climb back into his seat. As they made their way down the street Nathaniel felt conspicuous, there were no other coaches on the road. Most people walked with an occasional mounted Hawkstrider.
After a few minutes they left the busy streets and entered a more open area, there were fields of grass and trees. Nathaniel fingered the bracer around his left wrist. "Are we staying within the walls of Silvermoon?"
"Of course," his father said with a smile. "I own a vineyard and winery, a quite successful one if I do say myself." He motioned with his hand as large chateau appeared.
Comments Belestra said finally clicked and Nathaniel asked, "So you're rich?"
"We're rich," his father replied with a smile. "Though I am now wealthier than I have ever been, I would have traded everything I own for this moment."
His father reached for him and Nathaniel held himself in check letting the elf brush a hand across his cheek. "So I look like … her?"
"You do," he replied. "Her hair, nose … you got my eyes though."
The carriage pulled to a stop, letting Nathaniel escape the touch. He hopped out before the coachman could help and waited for his father to join him. The house was huge. "This would take up a whole street in Stratholme," he said.
"Stratholme?" his father replied. "You are a world traveler aren't you? I've never left the gates of Silvermoon, there hasn't been any need." He motioned for Nathaniel to follow him, as they approached the door a servant appeared and opened it for them.
"Welcome home," the doorman said. "I see it is true, welcome home young master."
Nathaniel mumbled a thank you. Inside the front door, he looked around open-mouthed. The entry way had a grand staircase and an even more magnificent chandelier hanging down from an arch ceiling.
"And this is only the front hall," his father whispered in his ear. "Priestess Belestra instructed that you should rest after we got home. Let me show you to your room."
Following him up the staircase they passed a dozen rooms before his father stopped at a door. "I had the servants do the best they could with the short time we had to prepare, it would have been heartbreaking all over again had I come home alone." The door swung open and he was motioned inside. Within he found a room fit for a prince, if the prince was ten years old. There were more toys than even Lucy would know what to do with. The bed overflowed with stuffed animals. Nathaniel stood in the door agape. The crowning touch was the oversize rocking horse in the corner. It was his size.
"By the Light," he whispered.
His father embraced him from behind. "I'll leave you to settle in," he said, "see you at dinner, my son."
Nathaniel shut the door behind him. He was relieved to find the door locked and happily did so. "Who knew hell had a giant rocking pony," he said softly.
"That isn't very kind," a voice said and he turned around startled. There was a female High Elf standing behind him.
"Sorry Ma'am," he said, "I thought I was alone … are you a servant of Master Suntouched?"
"I do work for him," she replied.
"I'm supposed to rest before dinner," he said. "Can you leave whatever you're doing, finish it later?"
She laughed at this. "I'll turn down your bed."
"No, really," Nathaniel said. "I can do it myself. Don't you have something better to do?"
"As your nanny I'm suppose …"
"Did you just say nanny?" Nathaniel asked in disbelief.
"Yes recently hired by Master Suntouched," she replied. "I had to be able to speak Common along with some other skills."
He opened the door and motioned. "Leave," he said.
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so, young man."
Reaching out he grabbed her by the arm. "Apologies, Ma'am, but I really need a few minutes to myself." He was stronger than her and forcefully pushed her out into the hall and slammed the door shut locking it. Grabbing a chair from a nearby dressing table he put it under the lock. Taking a deep breath he looked around the room. "This is crazy," he took a step and collided with the elf maiden that appeared in front of him.
"That was very rude, child," she said coolly.
Nathaniel looked over his shoulder at the barricaded door and back at the pissed off woman. "Fuck!"
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