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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 Forty-Nine – Foster Conway, Age 23
Weeks after his father and comrades had freed him, Foster and his pa stood before the gate to Thalassian Pass. At Thane Maz's insistence they had stayed with the Wildhammer Clan in Aerie Peak for a few days, letting Foster recover. The dwarven healers had worked wonders on his back fading the old scars until they were almost invisible. Foster appreciated their healing, though he wished the wounds to his soul were as easily mended. At least now though, the rest of his family wouldn't know the full extent of his torturous year. He kept the rough scars around his wrists to remind himself of his foolishness and as a reminder that there was always hope even when things were at their worst.
After a week with the dwarves they had continued their trek north. Foster had been overjoyed to find Bishop in the stables at Aerie Peak. He had wondered over the past year if the horse had made it back. When he asked about the ring his pa took the chain he wore around his neck with the ring, and offered it Foster. He slipped it on; it made him feel connected to his brother. They had sent Carlin home soon after they arrived at the dwarves to tell their family they were safe and would be home only after they retrieved Nathaniel or at least news of him. It was hard for his father to ride past their home and Foster had offered to go on by himself, which got him a stern look. They avoided Corin's Crossing all together, taking to the countryside. Foster hadn't figure out what he would say to Bethany and wasn't sure what he wanted any more when it came to her. Eventually the large Iron Gate to Quel'Thalas stood before them.
"So," Foster said pulling up on the reins of Bishop. "Do we have a plan?"
"To ask nicely," his pa said.
"Do you think …" Foster paused, "do you think, he has been well cared for?"
"The elf that took him spoke of your brother being a treasure to the High Elf people. I'm sure we will find him sitting in silks, eating grapes …" his father said.
"I pray you are right," Foster replied. "I just want him to be happy … then all I went through … my worst nightmares were of Nathaniel being enslaved with me, used against me …" For the first time in over a year he felt tears starting to build and quickly blinked them back. Now was not the time.
A callused hand squeezed his. "Let's go see your brother," his father said, "so we can put those fear aside and move on with or without him in our lives."
As they approached the gate two High Elves appeared in battle armor. "Halt in the name of King Anasterian! What is your business in Quel'Thalas, humans?"
"Just a friendly visit," his father said, "beyond these gates lays an elfin child I raised since birth. I and my son just want to …"
"Conway?" the elf on the right said, surprising both Foster and his father. His pa nodded and the two elves spoke quickly in a language he couldn't understand. "Follow Guardian Rinahi," the elf said, "he'll take you to Silvermoon, you've been expected."
"Well," Foster said as the gate was raised and they were allowed to pass through. "I have to be honest; I didn't think that would work."
"Aye," his pa said as they waited for their guide to mount his flamboyant cockatrice. "I am torn between relief and apprehension." He raised his voice, "Guardian Rinahi, your comrade said we were expected, what did he mean by that? My son was taken over a year ago, has it been a standing order since then?"
"Nay," Rinahi replied, "the order came less than a week ago."
Foster raised an eyebrow and his father shrugged. It was evening by the time their escort stopped outside a fancy stone building in a small elfin village. "It is late," he said, "We'll stay here at the inn for the night and start out first thing in the morning. Perhaps, the two of you would like to bathe before eating?" The elf wrinkled his nose.
"I'm not sure that was request," his father said with a smirk. "Is there a pump or something we can use to scrub down?"
"A pump?" the elf chuckled. "There is a bathe house located behind the inn, let me speak to the innkeeper and set up our lodging for the night. You two may head to the showers, do you have a change of fresh clothes or do you require laundry service?"
Turning his face away from the elf, Foster rolled his eyes. "We've been riding for weeks," his pa replied. "We can just wash our clothes out in the shower…"
"You will do no such thing," the other chided. "Just leave them on the ground outside the showers, they will be gathered and cleaned. There will be plush robes to wear in the meantime. Leave your horses here, the stable master will collect them and bed them down for the night."
"When in Quel'Thalas," his father said as their guide walked into the inn, "do as the High Elves do. Come on, son, stop with the juvenile displays and let's go get cleaned up."
Foster chuckled and followed his pa around the inn; there was a small building there with benches outside. They could hear water running and steam coming out from the open door. Sitting down on a bench Foster slid his boots off and then pulled his shirt and pants off leaving them as asked in a pile he stepped into the shower and froze. Across the way was a pair of High Elves females, enjoying the warm water of a shower. They seemed just a surprised to see him as he was.
"Excuse me," he mumbled turning to leave and running into his father. His sire glanced over his shoulder and Foster saw him blush.
As they walked out of the shower they found their guide, Rinahi busy removing his own clothes. He raised a slender eyebrow at their retreat. "Is the water too warm?" he asked.
"No, sir," Foster said. "The showers are just occupied at the moment."
"Ah," Rinahi said nodding, "it's a communal shower, and everyone in town uses it. Surely being naked in front of others isn't a concern?"
"Um … there are two females in there," Foster said again, feeling his cheeks grow warm.
"And?" the elf asked, and then he said. "Humans are so peculiar …" he walked over to the door and spoke in his birth tongue. A moment later the two women left the shower, still naked as they day they were born and Foster averted his eyes. They laughed at his discomfort as they grabbed two robes from the shower's outer wall.
"Son, cover yourself," his father chided.
Foster glanced over at his father to see him holding a shirt in front of his manhood. It never dawned on Foster to cover himself up, being naked for so long in captivity he wasn't embarrassed at his own nudity just at the females being naked in front of him. The women's eyes moved down his naked body and their snickers turned to looks of appreciation. With a grunt his pa put something in front of him as Rinahi, naked but unconcerned, escorted the women away.
Foster escaped into the shower room followed by his father. The warm water pouring over his head felt wonderful. He eyed the variety of bottles sitting on the shelves around the shower. "Um, Pa," he said, "you see any soap?"
Rinahi reappeared and pointed out a bottle. "This is a facial scrub use it on your face only, this one is a body-wash, it can be used on the rest of you, this bottle here has shampoo in it, you use it on your hair … after the shampoo use this one on your hair but let it sit for a while before you rinse it."
Foster stared at the array of bottles in disbelief. His father shrugged and grabbed the smaller bottle of facial scrub and used it on his face, offering it to Foster afterwards. Following the instructions from their elfin companion they quickly cleaned up. Afterwards using a razor to clean off their stubble, this got them another lotion to use on their cheeks and jaw. It was cool and had a minty smell to it. When they stepped out of the shower they found their clothes gone but Rinahi assured them they would be returned in the morning as they slid on the white robes outside. Barefoot they walked back to the inn where they were shown to their room, inside was a table laden with fruits, smoking pieces of meat, bread and other treats.
Before joining his father at the table Foster walked over to a full length mirror and let his robe fall to the ground. Eating regularly had filled him back out, to the weight he was before the naga's forced fast. He was muscular but lean; he turned around slowly and looked at his back. It took knowing what to look for to find the light outline of the Bs the rest of the scars were gone.
"I'm trying to eat here," his father said with a smirk.
Foster returned the grin as he pulled the robe up over himself. "Sorry," Foster said sitting down on a cushion near the low table. "Been a long time since I felt this unsoiled, if Baby Brother has been getting treated like this, there is no way in hell he's coming home with us. I mean hot water shower? Not even Stratholme has such things … maybe I'll stay here and watch over my brother."
"And break your mother's heart?" his pa said.
Foster frowned and shook his head. "It was just a joke, Pa, I wouldn't … couldn't do that, and I'll go home with you …just need to know about Nathaniel first."
His pa fell quiet as they finished their dinner afterwards he stood up and stretched looking around the room. "There is only one large bed," he said, "I hope you don't steal all the covers."
"Nah," Foster said standing and moving the now empty tray out to the hallway and shutting the door. "Nathaniel was the blanket stealer."
His father dropped down on the bed. "After weeks of sleeping on the ground this feels like heaven," he said.
Foster crawled in on the far side. His sire was correct; it had been a long time since he had slept in something so soft. And in the warm embrace he found himself asleep moments after lying down.
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