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AN: Just a note, most chapters (not all) take place months after the initial chapter. The actual month
time will vary, but I just thought I’d make that known. Um...WoW don’t belong to me. Yeah.

Love Has Its Reasons
Chapter Three

Lorkan was finally convinced that he had gone mad. It had been almost four months since he had last
laid eyes on that Night Elf, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her as if she had been in his
bed just last night. Her smile, her body, her personality, even though the latter was a bit surprising to him,
he missed everything about her. That wasn’t healthy, and he knew it. He was upset about the fact that
she had left before they could resolve anything.
And wut da hell was dere to resolve? He thought to himself harshly. Ev’ryting is better dis way. If I dun
see’er again it was just a tumble in da sheets. Dat should be all to it. It was really grating at his nerves
that it wasn’t ‘all to it’. His thoughts were constantly plagued by her. It was becoming difficult to hunt as
proficiently, his desires were constantly bothering him to the point that cold baths were an almost daily
thing. He thought that with time he’d get over her, but as time went on, his symptoms became worse.
Even his half brother, Rohkan had shot him some looks and asked some questions, and they hardly ever
saw each other.
“Ey, mon…” a voice, similar to his own albeit a little deeper came in from outside his hut “Can’t answer
doors now?”

The hunter rolled over in his straw bed, turning his back on his new visitor. Lorkan’s hut was very small
and provided only the basic needs; sink, toilet, and a dresser. Everything was made out of wood or straw,
including his bed. His weapons were hung neatly in their respective racks, everything was surprisingly
tidy. He took baths in the local river and so had no desire to install a tub in his little hut, or expand it to
live more comfortably. He didn’t stay too long in his place anyway, so he didn’t see the need to make it
‘visitor friendly’. It was clean wasn’t it? That was visitor friendly enough for him. The only other person that
slept in his one room abode was Jork, and his pet usually opted to sleep outside anyway. In regards to
his visitor, he had known Rohkan was coming to talk to him about something, but in between naps and
trying not to think of silky blue skin and silver hair, he was mixed between not caring and forgetting.
“G’way. Sleepin.” Lorkan told his older brother, slinging a long arm in front of his face, shielding out the
afternoon sun. Why was it so hot in Durotar anyway? He was practically sleeping naked every night, and
dreaming about Celysel until morning. Again, cold baths were becoming a constant in his life.
The bead curtain that was serving as his door made its presence known as the Shadow Hunter entered
the hut, looking around in mild fascination. Rohkan was Lorkan’s half brother through the same father.
Their father, being the average male Hunter Troll ended up having six children in all, two or three of them
maybe actually having the exact same parents. Lorkan was the middle child, Rohkan was the oldest.
Being almost a ten year difference between the two of them, Rohkan had probably seen and done more
than his younger brother, and they were unusually close because of the professions they had chosen.
The two had similar personalities, both liked to joke around and liked to mess with people’s heads, and
both could become serious when needed. Unfortunately, or at least Lorkan though, they didn’t really have
the same taste in women. Rohkan normally only messed around with Troll women, Lorkan on the other
hand…
I need ta stop tinkin bout’er. Lorkan thought, annoyed.
“Git up lazy. Ya been sleepin’ all day.” Rohkan walked over and grabbed his brother’s shoulder, shaking
him rather hard. After about a minute of this, Lorkan, grumbling and swatting, rolled over, propping his
head on his hand, giving Rohkan an irritated glance.
“Wut da hell ya be wantin?” the hunter asked, obviously irritated about being disturbed from his nap.
Actually, he probably knew what his older brother had come for, and it was a subject he really didn’t want
to discuss, least of all not to him. Ignoring Rohkan for any long length of time, however, was unwise, for
the Shadow Hunter had a very wicked sense of humor when he was so inclined. Lorkan had learned that
the hard way.
“Came ta talk to ya.” Was the simple reply as a small stool was pulled out from near the dresser. Rohkan
sank into it, using the dresser as an arm rest as he leaned back. “Ya be lookin’ troubled lately mon.”
He was troubled. He was plagued by a woman he hardly knew, he wanted to be near her, with her, even
though it was impossible. The desire to run off and find her had become so overwhelming over the past
few months that he had almost forced himself into a kind of house arrest, only going out to take Jork
hunting. And the cold baths were really, really, really starting to piss him off. He had even tried seeking
solace in the arms of another woman, but it just wasn’t the same anymore. He had went to the bar only
two weeks ago and tried to find someone to maybe get his mind off of Celysel. He had found a rather
pretty Troll woman, but he felt no real physical attraction to her as he would have before. Even kissing her
had been a bit uneventful and slightly annoying. In the end, he had went home more miserable than
when he had arrived, and the desire that should have been for the Troll woman ended up becoming an
even stronger desire for Celysel, meaning he had a nice long cold bath that night.
He was tired of cold baths. He wanted Celysel.
Trying to shrug it off, Lorkan forced himself to look nonchalant “We got a war goin’ on, I be havin’ ta
watch my back all de time an’ wit de Alliance comin’ round an’ killin’ stuff, huntin’ been gittin scarce. Dat
good ‘nough cause fo’ troubled lookin me tinks.”
Rohkan smirked, making Lorkan feel uneasy. When Rohkan smiled like that, he was obviously at a
conclusion of sorts, and usually his guesses were right. Lorkan never got much into Vodoo, but his
brother was proficient in it, and he just sometimes knew things that other people didn’t know.
“Mebbe ya been troubled fo’ other reasons eh?” the Shadow Hunter wanted to know. “I be seein’ ya takin’
mo’ baths den usual. Not like ya ta stay home all day either. Ya keep grumblin’ to yaself.” He leaned
forward, the smirk never fading “Now, fore I start gettin’ serious I wanna know, who got my leetl’ bro so
sprung eh? It gotta be a woman da way ya been actin. I e’vn heard ya turned down Sersi, and she be a
preety one, dat girl.”

Did nothing get past him? Lorkan was amazed at how much his brother knew when he wasn’t even
around that often. How long had he been watching his actions? Had Rohkan been here longer than he
had originally thought? It would explain why he’d know so much in only a week. He had probably been
asking around, or maybe it was magic, he had no real idea. Either way, it was really annoying that
Rohkan knew what was going on in his life, and he really didn’t like people getting into his business. He
didn’t mind getting into other people’s business, but his business was his own. Sitting up fully, Lorkan
looked at his older brother with a thoughtful frown on his face. His brother, for the moment, seemed to be
eating the entire situation up, it was downright hilarious to him.
He decided not to lie. Maybe if he got it off his chest he’d have an easier time moving on. “Her name be
Celysel.” Lorkan began “She be a Druid.”
Rohkan gave his brother a look of surprise, leaning back a bit. He whistled “Wow mon, didn’t know ya
liked the big uns. Taurens, dey be a heavy bunch, but if dat’s what gotchu…”
“What?! You jokin’ right? Bro,” he began to chuckle ”Bro. No. Never will ya see me wit somethin’ twice my
size in build.” But as soon as he said that, he realized what he had just said. There were only two races
that were Druids, Taurens and…

“She be a Night Elf den.” Rohkan said, his voice becoming quiet and thoughtful. The afternoon sun was
beginning to set and night time was quickly approaching. Soon the room temperature would steadily drop
and become a little more bearable, but also, secrets were better held in the darkness, where no one
could hear.
It was a long time before the Shadow Hunter spoke, and the two sat in slightly uncomfortable silence.
Lorkan wasn’t sure what his brother would do now, and there were a number of things that could be
done. One would be to rid his brother of the problem, ie: kill Celysel. Another would be to try and wipe
Lorkan’s memories of the woman away, but the feelings would not go with it, and Lorkan already knew
he’d just end up being unable to be with a woman and not knowing why. Another would be for Lorkan to
just not see her again, and if he did, ignore her and try to continue on with life. Eventually, he’d get over
this phase with her and be right and healthy again. The final conclusion would be for him to return to her,
quenching his desire and hope that maybe the feeling would go away. That last option left him unhopeful.
“Lorkan…” his brother finally began, gaining his attention. Rohkan’s voice was still quiet and dark, and he
had a rather solemn look on his face “Dis game you be playin’, it’s dangerous.”
If only it were a game! If only it were that easy! No, this wasn’t a game, he was seriously having problems
with this situation, and he knew it was dangerous, but he could stop his feelings about as well as a
person could fly without magic.
“I been seein tings,” Rohkan continued, “Tings dat bother me. Dis she-elf you be talkin’ to, she gonna be
nuthin’ but heartache mon.” sighing, he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. He was now
looking up at the ceiling and Lorkan noticed how the paint he had on his face was beginning to stand out
a bit more as it became night. Like him, Rohkan was wearing very little to cover his body at the moment.
“I had a vision, I saw ya wit’cher leetle Night Elf. Can’t see too far ahead, but don’t nuthin come good of it
mon. I came ‘ere ta warn ya.”
“Leetle late for dat dun’cha tink?” Lorkan sank back into his straw bed, his arm moving over his eyes.
“Bro, I can’t stop tinkin’ bout ‘er. Met’er six months ago and I be hatin’ e’ry minute now. Four months ago
we had a tumble, it been ‘ell since. It’d be simple if I were wantin’ jus’ some mo of da same, but I be
wantin’ dat and mo’, much mo’, and I dun e’en know wut dat is. I wanna talk to’er, but I know it’ll jus’ git
worse. Last time she jus’ left, I had wanted ta talk some mo’.”
“Well, mebbe ya just need some closure den.” Rohkan suggested. “Mebbe den ya be fine.”
That somewhat made sense. He could go and try to talk to Celysel, set things straight, and then he could
move on. Sersi was beautiful and she wanted him. Were it not for Celysel plaguing him, he’d want Sersi
as well. The Night Elf had to go, a relationship was impossible, and trying was foolish.
“Ya be right bro.” Lorkan acknowledged “I jus’ need closure. I’ll go talk to ‘er , set it right and be on my
way. Piece of cake mon.”
There was silence before Rohkan answered, but his voice held no humor. Indeed, his voice sounded
almost as if he were pitying his brother “Let’s hope so mon, let’s hope so.”
Too busy thinking about what he was going to do now that he had an answer to his problem, Lorkan
ignored his brother’s down tone as he began to pack his bags. Yeah, he’d go to Ashenvale and find
Celysel. She’d have to be there for sure. He’d go talk to her and they’d set everything straight. She’d
agree with him anyway, they couldn’t be together, she was Alliance and he was Horde. There could never
be anything between them because of this, she could never been his woman and he could never be her
man. Even though he had taken her virginity from her she’d still be able to find someone among her
people who would take her, or maybe even a nice human or something. Yes, it’d work out. And then,
when that was done, he come back home to Sersi, who was more than willing to give him anything he
ever wanted.
It’d work. It had to.

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The Night Elf Druid was faring no better. As with Lorkan, Celysel’s thoughts were constantly on him, and
with the same confusion. She was having problems thinking straight on quests and eventually retired in
Ashenvale for a while to collect her thoughts. Although she had proven herself to be a capable Druid
despite her age, she felt weak and helpless over something so simple. She had already come to terms
with the fact that she had lost her virginity to a Troll, something that had never once crossed her mind in
her entire life. She had even come to terms with the fact that said troll was an excellent lover and her
dreams were plagued with reenactments of that night they spent together. Whenever she closed her eyes
she would see him, smiling that annoying grin of his and looking at her. She could remember the taste of
him, the feel of his skin on hers. He had made her feel so wonderful that night, but it had been invading
her mind ever since.
Fear had caused her to leave him that morning. He had wanted to sit and talk, she had known that, but
fear dictated that she leave, and fear had been holding the upper hand on her motor functions that day.
She had fled like the coward she was, because she didn’t want to face the horrible thing she had done.
No, it wasn’t horrible, it had been wonderful, lovely, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t regret it.
She knew the moment she woke up that if it were to happen again, she would let it, no questions asked.
The fact that she should have been ashamed and was not only made her feel worse about it. None of her
people would have accepted it, in fact, she’d be lucky if they let her stay within Night Elf territory. She
could already hear their painful curses in her mind, stabbing into her heart and ripping her to shreds.
Traitorous whore. Those words throbbed themselves into her brain, sometimes driving her to tears. At
first, she had almost been ashamed to come home, as if everyone would know her dirty little secret. If
they had known that she had not only gotten irresponsibly drunk in front of so many Horde, but that she
had also willingly given herself to a Troll…she would bring shame on herself, her family, her race. Even
her age was no excuse, she was at the least old enough to know something as basic as do not sleep
with the enemy. All of the hard work she had endured trying to prove herself as a capable Druid would go
completely out the window. If they didn’t expel her, they would lock her away and no one like her would
ever be able to prove themselves again. She was the stepping stone for others like herself, and she had
ruined it before it had even started.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was as if the more she stayed away from him, the more it
hurt. Finding him now was almost impossible; she had no clue as to where to even begin looking. She
felt like she needed to talk to him, to maybe get a sense of closure. He would agree with her, a
relationship between them would never work. She was sure that after speaking to him about it, she’d feel
completely better and would be able to move on. There were already suitors that had been approaching
her father when she had first left; a lot of them were good men as well. She had met with a few of them
while traveling and had found them to be charming. They treated her like a lady, not some colossal joke
that was only good for screwing. Indeed, her thoughts had turned a bit bitter towards Lorkan, but she
knew that it was probably because she wanted something to blame, and she was tired of blaming herself.
Lorkan had treated her like a child that was there for his personal amusement and now obviously, there to
have a good lay with as well. He had not tried to come after her four months after the fact, so perhaps he
had his fill of her. She shook her head and sighed, he probably never gave her another thought after that
day.

Reaching over and picking up an envelope from her dresser she reopened the letter from her father,
reading over it again and again in her inn room. Alliance inns were a bit better taken care of than Horde
inns were. Her bed was a little small but soft, a large rug sat in the middle of the room. The bathroom was
beautiful with its porcelain sink and tub and gold handles. Her dresser was white and tipped with gold,
beautiful designs carved into its soft wood. It was also a bit larger, and designed for one person instead of
the possibility of just any space you could find in a hole. While her room was beautiful, she was feeling no
less than garbage, and the letter wasn’t helping.

Celysel,

How are you, my darling daughter? I miss you terribly, but I do have some good news. Because of my
contributions to the Alliance and with your accomplishments being so young, I have been given a status
of nobility, and have been placed on the council. We no longer need to work for anything, and your
potential suitors have increased since you have departed. I would like for you to meet some of them,
perhaps when you find a mate, you two may be able to become splendid well-rounded individuals
together. Please come home in a few weeks, we do have so much to catch up on.
All my love,
And her father’s signature, beautiful and graceful was adorned on the bottom. Celysel’s heart sank. She
could not make herself a virgin again, whoever she decided on marrying would eventually know, and then
what would she do? She could lie, but she was a horrible liar. Running away wasn’t an option either. Now
that her father had some small power, she knew he would use it to try and find her, after all, she was now
an asset to the Alliance cause.
There was a knock on the door and Celysel jumped up, her nerves already a bit badly shaken. “W-who is
it?” she asked nervously, her hand flying to her chest in an attempt to steady her heart. Was it someone
her father sent? Had he gotten impatient and decided to have her brought home? Did he have someone
to marry her off too? Did he…

“Oy, it’s me Celysel, Bari Blackhammer! Open up lass, I’m gettin’ a wee bit tired standin’ out ‘ere.”
Bari, good old Bari! Bari was a Dwarf that she had befriended on one of her more dangerous quests. The
Hunter was a good man, and she found a trustworthy one. Since her first dangerous quest he had
accompanied her on many more over the span of six months, and it seemed that he had found her once
again. He had known about her first encounter with Lorkan, but she had been too afraid to tell him that,
for fear that he’d do one to two things: misunderstand and try to kill Lorkan, or disown their friendship and
never speak to her again. She really liked and respected Bari, she did not wish to lose his friendship.
Slowly sliding herself out of bed she walked over to the door, letting the black haired dwarf in. He stood
up to about her waist and his armor was thin for the moment. He left his weapon behind as well, which
meant that he was probably staying in a room fairly close to her own. He had his long beard parted and
braided in two, and his long hair was also braided into one fat plait. He walked inside her room, grabbing
a chair and sitting down, scratching his head a bit. As Celysel closed the door and gave him a small
greeting, she noticed that he was looking at her with rather hard eyes, and her heart beat began to
quicken. Did he know something? He looked angry.
“Lass,” he began his hand moving to stroke his beard absent mindedly “We ain’t known each other long
‘ave we?”
Shaking her head mutely, he continued.
“Despite dat though, I feel like we’re friends. We are friends aren’t we?” his gaze on her was like steel
now, and it made her feel extremely uneasy.
“Yes.” Celysel said softly, walking over to the bed and sitting down, her hands in her lap. Her unease was
now painfully obvious, but Bari’s gaze didn’t waver. “I feel that we are close friends.”
“Then I want the truth, why are ye so troubled?” at this question, the Dwarf’s eyes warmed considerably
as he leaned forward to take her hand in his. When Celysel looked at him she could see his almost
brotherly concern for her in his eyes. Dwarves and Elves normally did not get along, but when a Dwarf
made a friend, they made friends for life. Celysel had felt herself lucky to have befriended such a powerful
hunter as him, and she knew that was all there was to it; friendship. She smiled and patted his hands
gently, already beginning to feel better. She knew that she could tell him anything, and he would not
judge her. He had even noticed her distress, and was upset that she hadn’t tried to share it with him so
he could help her. She felt bad for not doing that, and she made a mental note to not do so in the future.

“I have a horrible secret that I am going to tell you.” Celysel began “And you may hate me for what I am
about to tell you. This problem has been haunting me for the past four months, and I no longer know
what to do. There is a male. I met him almost six months ago and thought nothing of it…” as she
continued to tell him her story, she carefully watched the Dwarf’s face for any damning expressions. At
one point he did look surprised, but for the most part, he remained attentive and quiet, calmly letting her
finish. When she had told her story he leaned back with a sigh, still rubbing his chin.

“Well Celysel, it would seem ye got a bit o’ a problem dere.” Bari eventually said “Ye say he’s a Hunter
eh?”

“Yes Bari, but that is not the problem.” Feeling a bit depressed now that everything was out in the open,
she found that she was hugging herself, and the desire to weep was strong. What was wrong with her?
She had just wanted to prove that she could handle the world, and she had failed so miserably it was
almost physically painful.

“What be the problem then lass?” the Hunter wanted to know.

“I do not know what to do Bari, I am so confused!” Celysel stood up, pacing the room and being careful
not to trip over her newly acquired robe “I cannot stop thinking about him, I cannot stop desiring him. I
wish to be rid of him and yet I cannot. I feel that if I were to simply speak to him then maybe I could move
on, have some closure but something tells me that if I tried to speak to him, everything would just turn
into chaos.”

“Aye, lass. You’re probably correct ‘bout that.” Bari said softly, hoping not to rile her up more than she
already was “Listen, ye be young for ye kind, ‘an I understand why ye so upset but ye not like those other
Elves out there. I treat ye like I do coz I love ya as if ye were me own sis. Don’t be alarmed when I say this
but, coming from someone who has seven older sisters, methinks ye in love lass. Or ye fallin’ in love,
whichever.” Before she could protest, the Dwarf held up a hand to silence her, standing up. “I know ye
dun believe me, so I’m gonna do this. I’m gonna help ye find ye Troll, and then once ye done ‘gettin’ yer
closure’ I want you to tell me if ye think I’m still wrong.” He walked over to the door and opened it “Think
about me words Celysel, think long and hard. Because if that’s what it is, ye got a long, hard road ahead
of ye, and I’ll only be able to wish ye the best of luck. If ye needs me, ye know where I’ll be. See ye in the
mornin.” And with that, he closed the door behind him softly, leaving Celysel alone with her thoughts.

In love? She thought to herself. Bari was wrong, there was no way she could be in love with someone she
didn’t even know. Well, she knew his name, and other intimate parts about him physically, but it was
nothing that a relationship could be based off of. Sure her body now hummed with desire whenever she
thought about him, which was constantly, but that didn’t mean love. It could probably mean that she just
lusted over what he could do to her. And yes she did think about him all the time, but what more could
she think of besides his attitude and their lovemaking? She didn’t know anything else about him, and he
knew even less of her. She wasn’t going to lie; she did feel a sort of attachment towards him, but she felt
that it was more because of the fact that he had taken her virginity, and that wasn’t just something you
could get back. She had given him something that no other man could take, of course sentimentalities
would be attached to it. It wasn’t love, it was desire. She wanted him, she didn’t want to be with him. She
didn’t. It was impossible either way. She denied that her heart was happy about the fact that Bari was
going to help her find Lorkan. She denied the fact that deep down, she longed to see him again, to touch
him, to just be with him. She denied the fact that her feelings were anything more than the fact that he
was a good lover. She denied the feeling that she had, that feeling which told her that things were only
going to get deeper, because it wasn’t true. None of it was true, so she denied it. She would find Lorkan,
and she would find her closure, and then they would be no more.

And that was all there was to it.

AN:…I don’t know what I think about this chapter. I wrote it to focus more on Lorkan and indeed, the
majority of the chapter is with him and Rohkan. There is a lot more dialogue in this chapter than in the
others, and I’m just hoping that I didn’t make it suck with details because of it. I feel as if I made Lorkan
like Celysel a little too much, which wasn’t my intention. What I was aiming for was his desires to lean
more towards a physical attraction, while Celysel’s lean more towards something more. I am writing
under the impression that Trolls are pretty sexually active, so Lorkan’s thoughts reflect this more so
than actual matters of the heart. That was what I was aiming for really. This of course will change.
I introduced Bari Blackhammer, who is a pretty awesome guy. He is friends with Celysel because she’s
so open minded and kind, a bit unusual for Elves who tend to be a bit arrogant. His name means
‘Fiesty’ and yes, he shows it more on the battle field than with his friends. Bari has very few friends, but
the friends he does have, he stick by them till death.
Anyway, enough babbling from me. I <3 my lovlee beta readers/slave drivers who make me feel good
about writing this. They give me such good inspiration and are good friends.
Review Shout Outs:
Cyanide: I’m so glad you like the story! I’m trying to stay 2 chapters ahead, when I finish one
chapter, I’ll upload another. I am currently writing chapter 6.
Timereaper: Your review wasn’t =P I do wish people would offer constructive criticism instead of
one liners that are vague.
Winterwolf: Welll, he’s a Hunter, and some Hunters use guns. Lorkan was created by my buddeh
Chee, who originally placed him with a gun. He is proficient in other weapons of course, but I’m
assuming that the gun is just his preferred weapon. Besides that, Lorkan likes to be different :)
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