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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 Thirty-Four – Nahoan Suntouched, Age 20
"This is stupid," Nahoan said for the umpteenth time, "and I hate it."
"Stop that," Deni said swatting his hand away from his hair. "It's the latest style; the braid will keep your bangs from your eyes."
"I look like a girl," Nahoan sighed which got him a sharp tug from the male hairdresser behind him that was sporting a similar look.
The door opened and his father stepped inside, dressed in stylish suit, the ruffled cuffs peeking out from under jacket's sleeve. "How come you get to wear pants and I have to wear a stupid dress?" Nahoan said, hating how much he sounded like the child they thought him to be.
He instantly regretted the words when Adare followed his father inside. However, he just stood silently beside the door. "It isn't a dress," Deni said. "It's a robe; you're too young to be dressed in slacks. All the children will be in their initiation robes. Please do try to cheer up young master this is an exciting time for you and your father."
"Son," his father pulled up a chair in front of him. He took Nahoan's manicured hands into his own. "I need you to promise me to be on your best behavior tonight. I know these past weeks haven't been easy for you. This is not only the ball before the aptitude test of the academy it is also your coming home party. There will be countless of Quel'dorei that will be here just to see you. The King himself will make an appearance."
"No pressure," Nahoan whispered. He looked over at his father's pleading eyes. "I'll do my best," he said with a forced smile.
His father leaned forward and Nahoan resisted the urge to pull away. The older elf kissed his cheek and rested his forehead against his. "Love you, my son."
Those were words he could not return, he let the silence answer for him. There was heavy sigh from his father who patted his knee and stood. "The guests will be arriving soon," he said. "Please finish dressing him Nanny Deni; I want him downstairs to greet them."
"Yes, sir," she said.
At her gesture he stood and the robe was slipped on. It was made of soft fiery red velvet with gold trim. Nahoan was sure the gems that sparkled as accents were real. "May I at least wear leggings?" he asked.
"No," Adare replied. "If you so much as start to throw a temper tantrum I'll have you over my knee in front of all of Silvermoon. Every Quel'dorei will be talking tomorrow about the bunnies on your underwear. That is not a threat but a promise, young master. You embarrass your father and I'll return it tenfold."
"Oh enough of the scare tactics," Deni said with a forced laugh. "Nahoan will be on his best behavior tonight and I bet if he's not careful he'll even enjoy himself." Rings were added to his fingers along with a second golden bracer that closely matched the one that kept him bound to Silvermoon. "Just so it matches," Deni explained.
The sounds of bells warned them of the first guest. Deni shooed him out of his bedroom. "Go on," she said, "I still need to get changed. I'll be around if you need me. And do try to have fun, for your father's sake."
Nahoan spent the next few hours being a very handsome fashion accessory to his father. He said the right words and smiled at mostly the right times. Keeping within an arm's distance of his father, he honored his request of behaving; though his cheeks were getting sore from all the pinches both males and females liked to give him. Finally the inflow of guests slowed and his father dismissed him telling Nahoan to find himself a drink. The large ballroom at his father's estate overflowed into the garden with guests. As he took some punch from a crystal bowl, a young female in a matching crimson robe ran up to him. "We're going to play games in the garden do you want to join?" It was on the tip of his tongue to decline when she continued, "think we're going to play hide-n-seek first and then maybe a game of tag."
"Hide-n-seek sounds fun," he said, setting down the glass and allowing himself to be dragged out into the garden. There he found a dozen other similar dressed elves. After a quick game that involved a nursery rhyme of some sort a boy and a girl were picked as "It" and as they covered their faces and counted, the other elves scattered.
Nahoan moved quickly and disappeared into the greenery surrounding the garden. Anyone one that had tried to follow was quickly left behind. Soon he left the boundaries of the garden and the game and ducked into the stables. All the hands were at the party so he had the barn to himself. A low neigh brought him to the stall that held his palomino, Rook. "Hey, girl," he said rubbing a hand down her. "It's been awhile, I'm sorry. They won't let me ride you. Though I've ridden for years, suddenly it's not safe for me." He rolled his eyes at the horse.
The mare looked well cared for, he appreciated that. He looked out the barn door to the house where the party was in full swing. "I need to get back," he said sadly. The horse let out another neigh and he smiled. "Okay you talked me into it." Finding the bridle he slipped it over Rook's head and led her outside the barn. With practiced ease he swung up bareback. "Just a quick run," he said, "I shouldn't be missed."
He touched his heels to her and she took off. He doubted she got rode much if at all, the elves seemed to favor their birds. She raced down the deserted streets at a gallop. He missed this and he wasn't sure if it was the horse or his freedom. He let Rook choose their path. An approaching sound caused him to pull up on the reins; Rook's coat was damp with sweat. He blinked, how long had they been out. It only seemed like moments. The heavy breathing horse said otherwise. Two Hawkstriders appeared down the street, the stance of one of the riders, warned him who was it was before Adare shouted out. Turning Rook around with a jerk he urged the horse back the way they had come. A Hawkstrider cut him off as it barged out of an alley, Adare made a wild grab for Nahoan's reins but he managed to twist away and urge the horse on.
"Stop!" the man shouted. Remembering the threat from earlier, there was no way he was going to obey that command. His only thought was to return to his father and pray he would protect him. If not out of concern for his son, then for his reputation; the noise of the party reached his ears and he rode toward it. Without stopping he jumped the low gate and rode Rook straight into the garden. There were shouts as startled elves hurried out of his way.
"Sorry," Nahoan said as he slid off the back of his horse and tied the reins on a nearby tree. He ducked through the open door and into the crowded ballroom. Looking around he found his father standing near a collection of elves dressed in regal robes. As Nahoan hurried toward him, a hand grabbed his arm and he looked into the disapproving eyes of Deni. "Where have you been? I sent Adare to find you an hour ago. By the Sunwell, what did you do to your hair, clothes … you look like you've been rolling around in the stables! You cannot meet King Anasterian looking like that!"
Over her shoulder he saw an angry Adare come through the garden door. Shrugging himself free he hurried over to his father, Deni appeared in front of him holding out her hands. "We're going to your room, young man."
"No ma'am," Nahoan said, "I'm going to my father."
As he moved forward again, a strong hand grabbed his arm. "I warned you," Adare said.
"I should have warned you," Nahoan replied. "My brother is stronger than you and I can whip his ass fifty percent of the time." He turned around and hit Adare in the face with months of pent up rage. Ignoring the shouts around him, his world shrunk down to the elf in front of him. Pressing his advantage of surprise he tackled the older elf bringing them both down to the ground. He got a couple more solid blows in before Adare came to his senses and started blocking the attacks.
"You're going to make me forget you're a child," he growled, through a busted lip.
Nahoan laughed, it was dark and without humor. "Please forget old man, will make kicking your ass even sweeter."
"Nahoan Suntouched!" his father's yell startled him. It was enough for Adare to get a punch into his gut and knock him off. Rolling with attack Nahoan was back on his feet his legs apart and his hands held up in front of him. As Adare charged, he met him … it was flurry of fists with his hitting more often than the other's. The stable master may have broken hundreds cockatrices but Nahoan spent ten years sparing with his brother to prepare him for this moment.
A hand grabbed his arm as he went to throw another punch; he spun around ready to deal with the new threat when Deni let out a scream. Her frightened look defused his anger and his hand dropped. Looking around he saw a half dozen tables knocked over, elves were standing around the sides of the room with looks of shock and disgust on their faces. His father stood beside an elf that could only be the King of Silvermoon, Kael'thas. The look on his sire's face was cold fury. Taking another look around the room he came to the realization the elves here meant nothing to him. He didn't need their approval or kindness. They had taken everything from him. Glancing down at the golden bracelet on his wrist he remembered Lor'themar's words, in a hundred years long after those that loved him were gone. It would be centuries before he saw them again in the next life, unless he was there to meet them. The idea freed him from his despair … that was something these elves couldn't take away from him. There was no struggle left in him as the battered Adare grabbed him roughly and pushed him toward his sire. Only the resolve he had … was that he'd seen his last sunrise, he would need to write a short note tonight, make sure Rook was given to Halduron, the elf had ridden him well. Deni appeared beside Master Suntouched with the wooden paddle her hand. Nahoan wouldn't fight the punishment; it would give his sire some sort of justice for his faux pas. By tomorrow it would be irrelevant and it matter not what the elves gossiped about tonight.
He was about a dozen steps away from his angry father when there was more shouting and he was surrounded by three elves. Lady Sylvanas, Lor'themar and Halduron stood around him, though dressed elegantly for the ball all three had a pair of deadly weapons in their hands.
"What is the meaning of this Ranger-General?" King Anasterian asked calmly.
"I finally figured out why he was trying to put a square peg in a circle hole," Sylvanas said.
Nahoan stared at the back of the elf that was protecting him. Halduron had knocked away the injured Adare.
"I'm sorry my son upset you;" Master Suntouched said tensely, "please allow me to punish him for his childish tantrum."
"That was no childish tantrum," Sylvanas said coldly. "That was a man's last desperate attempt to get recognized for who he is truly is and who we've turned a blind eye to."
Nahoan struggled to catch his breath could she really … did she really … dare he hope?
"This man was raised by humans; he was brought up as a human." Sylvanas said, "as disgusting as some of us find that fact it is still the truth. Master Suntouched when your son was returned to you, he came to you as a man. And you have forced him to fit the mold of a child. For one moment imagine if I took you over my knee, here in front of your peers. What would be going through your head, sir? I met your son ten years ago in middle of an important mission so Lor'themar and I decided to leave him where he was." She spoke over her shoulder at Nahoan who was now physically shaking. "Those years ago when we left, Lor'themar gave you his bow … when did you start hunting with it?"
"The very next day, ma'am," Nahoan said.
"He's been hunting with a bow for ten years and you," Sylvanas pointed to a woman that took him a moment to recognize as the Fletcher from earlier today, "wanted to sell him a toy bow … because you like the rest of us, took him as a child."
"The fight we just witnessed was not the skill of a child!" She continued. "It was the expertise of a warrior. I'm sure most of you couldn't see what those of us trained in battle could, but you can tell can't you, Adare?" She turned toward the battered stable master. "You were once in our ranks, you recognized his skills." Adare's eyes flashed but he didn't answer.
She turned and knelt before Nahoan, surprising him, the two elves with her quickly did the same. "Forgive me, all of us, for not recognizing what you were screaming at the top of your lungs. I saw the hope leave your eyes as you turned to face your father. I was a moment too slow putting the pieces together. I beg you to give the Quel'dorei another chance; don't carry out the dark thoughts in your mind."
She understood, by the Light she had figured it out. He couldn't speak; he didn't even know where to start. There was a loud clatter as the paddle fell to the floor. There was a range of emotions on his father's face, he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"I'm sorry," his father said loud enough for all to hear. "I must end the ball early this year. My servants will help see you to the door. I need to speak to my son." After some whispered words to the King he approached. Sylvanas and Lor'themar moved in front of Nahoan.
"Stand down," King Anasterian commanded, "his father has given me his word Nahoan will not come to harm in his care."
Sylvanas turned to Nahoan, "one of my Rangers will be by to collect you tomorrow it is past time you joined the Farstriders."
"I told you he's too young …" Deni started.
"You're fired Nanny Deni," his father said. "Please collect your belongings and leave. I'll send a courier tomorrow with the rest of your pay for this month. Adare your services are no longer needed within the house, please return to the stables after you get those bruises looked at."
"Gladly, sir," Adare said.
"Adare," Nahoan said, finding his voice.
"Sir?" Adare said, coolly.
"Thank you for taking such good care of my horse, she looks beautiful," he said.
That got him a nod and the elf walked outside where he collected Rook, who was still tethered to a tree.
"Son," his father said, "please if you would like, go to your room and find clothes you are comfortable in and meet me in my study. It is past time we talked." He turned to the trio elves that had protected Nahoan. "Lady Sylvanas may I please ask your Rangers wait a few more days," he said. "We'll need buy him an appropriate wardrobe and I don't want to part on these terms."
"He's not leaving forever," Sylvanas said with a smirk.
"That is what my wife told me when she left for Dalaran," his father said sadly.
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