A Long Road Through Hell | By : errihuseamonster Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Epilogue
Months later, Laina found herself in the
bustling streets of the Dalaran market. The druids had been pleased to hear
news of the world they all suspected was Argus, but had not made any immediate
plans. As for the dwarf, news of her (or Jerlis’s) survival had somehow
preceded her, and she had found his stall in Shattrath deserted. A nearby
gnomish vendor told her he’d left merely days before, he didn’t know where to.
Northrend, he thought.
She hadn’t seen Jerlis. She only hoped he
survived.
Laina had been both relieved and saddened
when her menses arrived shortly after. Relieved that she would not be bearing
any misbegotten demon spawn, but saddened that she would not bear Jerlis’s
child. This surprised her – she had never considered herself the parenting
type. The knowledge that her line would end with her had never bothered her.
But the thought of raising Jerlis’s child was oddly appealing. Halfbreeds
hadn’t been uncommon between their people, prior to their joining the Horde.
Some high elves still remained in the Alliance. She was a free woman; no one
would have questioned it. But it didn’t happen, and her grief blindsided her.
She’d taken no other lovers since, and even months afterwards she found herself
still thinking of him, of what might have been.
She’d gone to Northrend, following any
trace of rumor about that dwarf. That was how she’d ended up here, in Dalaran.
She walked the market, hoping to find better gear and maybe rumors. Suddenly,
she froze.
Across the alley, two robed blood-elf men
walked, deep in discussion. One she had never seen before, the other… was
Jerlis. He had filled out, and his hair was now blonde and in short, swept-back
spikes, but it was unmistakably him. He glanced her way, and stopped in his
tracks, staring across the crowd, a stricken look on his face. The other elf
had kept walking, noticing a few seconds later that Jerlis no longer followed.
He walked back and said something to Jerlis. She couldn’t hear the tone, but
she could imagine – the other elf had a pretty clear “what the fuck” face.
Jerlis lifted a hand to still his friend, his gaze never leaving her. She saw
him say something to the other elf, who threw his hands in the air in a clear
dismissive motion. Then Jerlis threaded his way through the crowd to her. She
became aware that she had been holding her breath.
“Jerlis! You’re alive!” she said
breathlessly as he approached. Before she could react, the mage had swept her
unresisting into a solid embrace. She was suddenly glad she’d come to the
market in clothes and left her plate in the inn. The feel of his body against
her own was beyond wonderful.
“I’m glad to see you too,” his voice was
rich with amusement. They pulled back and looked at each other, arms still
around one another. He lifted one wavy lock of glossy black hair that was
covering her face away. “I told you you’d look good with longer hair” he said
with a mischievous smirk. She grinned, and then sobered briefly.
“I was worried,” she said. “Telaar was
preparing for a strike on Halaa when I arrived. And then when I got to
Shattrath that dwarf was gone.”
He gritted his teeth. “He’d gone when I
arrived too. The Halaa contingent sent me to Garadar on the first wyvern they
could find once I told them my story. I spent a week in Garadar recuperating. I
missed the raid.” He smiled briefly at that. “But it’s clear that someone took
note of our living status and tipped off the dwarf. I would dearly love to know
who. We owe them some revenge.” A dangerous look passed through his eyes, one
which was undoubtedly echoed in hers. She nodded curtly, mouth grim.
“He’s in Northrend somewhere. I think he’s
working for the Scourge.” She said.
“I’d heard something similar. It’s part of
the reason I’m here.” They were silent for a while, gazing into each other’s
faces, both searching for something and not really knowing what it was. Their
arms were still around each other. Finally, Jerlis smiled. “You know, I’ve
missed you. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t wondered what became of you,
hoped you were safe.” He said.
Laina swallowed, feeling her heart flutter.
“I know how you feel,” she managed, “I’ve been thinking of you too.”
His smile faded and he stared deep in her
eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, and almost lost herself in his green
depths. Then he spoke again. “It’s unfortunate that the Nerissa Accords fought
so hard for by Nerissa and Ferruk don’t extend to humans,” he began. She gave
him a puzzled look and he continued. “Those are the legal precedents that
permit members of the Horde to marry regardless of race.” At the mention of
marriage, her heart flip-flopped. She felt suddenly lightheaded. “However, I’m
affiliated with the Kirin Tor now, and they don’t really give a crap if an elf
marries a human.” He broke into a sudden huge grin.
“Jerlis…?” she said weakly, not sure what
he was saying.
“I meant it when I said I couldn’t stop
thinking of you. I’ve worried over you, missed you, kept hoping I might see
your face in the crowd, I even hoped I might see you wandering around out
there, doing whatever heroic acts you must surely be up to. I swore to myself
if I ever found you again, this time I wouldn’t let you go. No matter what our
people are currently doing. At least here in Northrend all of us can unite in
the struggle against the Scourge, and in Dalaran no one cares who loves who. I
want…” he stopped and took a breath, then looked her squarely in the eyes. “I
want to marry you, Laina, if you will have me.”
Lips parted in astonishment, she gazed back
at him, seeing the naked vulnerability, the incredible courage asking this had
taken. Thoughts flitted through her mind, implications. Ostensibly their people
were enemies, and he was an elf, destined to live a far greater time than
she…But, she realized that he was right. As part of the Kirin Tor, and as a
warrior against the Scourge, he was free to love her. And she was free to love
him. And there was magic that could extend her lifespan – again, the Kirin Tor
could help with that. Mouth dry, she said, “I’ll have you, Jerlis, by the
Light, I’d be a fool not to!”
At her words, the mage whooped, squeezing
her tightly and leaning in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and kissed him
back, passionately. Neither of them cared that they were drawing odd looks from
the passing crowd.
They had already walked a long road through
Hell, and had emerged, survivors. They had earned their happiness.
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