The two blood elves clamored over papers in a small room in the Wayfarer's rest. They had been there for a few nights. It had been a time since Lor'thmar had taken up the title of reagent lord, and it did not seem as though he would be relinquishing it any time soon. This was starting to cause a dispute amongst the higher nobles in court. It was during this clamoring over papers searching for what they needed that she walked in.

The woman was tiny even for that of a blood elf, her small body wrapped in a black cloak, the hood hiding her face from sight save her full painted red lips and stubborn small golden chin. Behind her stood a tall white blonde blood elf robed in all white, his eyes were pale blue and even amongst Blood elves he would have been considered most handsome, and his skin was white pale as a cask of cream. He looked as if to be the light embodied as he stood behind this small woman robed in black leaning on his crystal tipped stave.

The two clamoring elves stopped and bowed deeply to the woman.

"My lady! We were just looking for the papers for you to sign," one of the men said smoothing his dark brown hair. He stood quickly and pulled out a chair, "Sit my Lady, I know you must be tired from your journeys. There was talk that you had gone back to Lordearon and had a meeting with Sylvannas,"

Those full lips curled into a smile as the woman took a seat in the chair and folded her hands in her lap. She looked as a sinister doll as she sat clad in all black in the red and gold room. The other man grabbed a paper out of the stack and put it on the table in front of the woman.

"This was a document drawn up by the Silver Circle, signed by all members," he gestured at the end of the document. The eight signatures stood out signed in gold ink that glittered in the dull light of the room the lady's smile broadened a bit as she traced one of the names,

"My father signed it," she spoke in a voice as soft and as sweet as any.

"Yes, both your father and your Uncle signed it, this document… it speaks to a revised line of secession, a line that would rule out Elind completely,"

She swallowed and her eyes raced over the document as she read the names in the succession. She laughed a bit and drew back her hood revealing her long raven hair and keen eyes which currently glowed with red fire speaking to her demonic taint, after a moment the red faded to the normal fel green.

"Mother said once when I was young that if things had been differently I would have been Queen," she smiled, "Then Kael'Thas turned me down and accepted the betrothal to my sister Alastrya, " she placed a long slender finger on the paper where her sister's name was mentioned, " Alas, my sister perished in the attack on Silvermoon, and she was not able to wed the Prince before his…Betrayal," She followed the document with her finger, "It lists any issue of theirs and then… me," her lips curl into a smile, "Ah, and my dearest cousin who is alas, also dead," she smiles and shakes her head, "This document is a very important one," she looked up at the man and nodded, "Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention, though I do not see its validity since it makes reference to the joyous union between my sister and the Prince,"

"That is the thing, My Lady, it was signed by the council, this document is law, it is signed and dated by council, we are living during what should be the start of the great Sunfury Dynasty," He smiled at her and folded the document away, "So there it is, you should be Queen, all of your followers are right,"

"Have you told any one of this?" she inquired as she let her bright fel eyes survey the two men,

"No, M'lady not a soul," the other man spoke,

"I sent for you as soon as I found it whilst going through the archives," the brown haired elf spoke softly, "I sent word to Kythyr to give word to you,"

The pale blonde elf leaned against the door, "He speaks the truth, Aluithian,"

"While I was in the company of Queen Sylvannas she mentioned the true succession of Silvermoon, I assumed she wanted to speak to me because from time to time my followers can be a bit loud and disruptive and she has asked me to reprimand them from time to time, but she spoke at length about my cause," she sat up a bit straighter, "The Queen usually ignores my delicate issue, but she spoke at length about it, she posed… hypotheticals," she smiled a bit and stood, smoothing her dress and cloak, "Tell no one I have returned,"

"But… my Lady, those who stayed within these walls believe you dead," The brown haired elf whispered,

"Well they shall know eventually, Alindril," She smiled and pulled her head back over her features, "But for now, I beg for silence for there are those I have to see before I am pulled in a million directions,"

"Do not go see him, he served under Kael, he is a farstrider, he…" Alindril looked to Kythyr,

"He married the Lady Dawnfire," Kythyr finished smoothing his long pale blonde hair, Aluithian turned and looked to Kythyr,

"When… how…" she closed her eyes for a moment and pursed her pretty full lips, "To…" she trailed off, "He is a dear friend, I wish to congratulate him on his marriage and…" she trailed off again, "to consult him on several matters which came to my attention during my travels," she swallowed and drew a deep breath, though her heart ached.

She walked fast counting her steps, with so many thoughts passing through her mind as she quickly made her way to the tallest trees by the shore. She could have ridden her horse but the felsteed would give away who she was; and she needed to collect her thoughts. She knew where he would be because he was always there. And the constant thud of the arrow hitting the tree which could be heard from quite a distance gave away that he was indeed there.

The small elven woman stood on the swell of a large hill overlooking the shore watching him for a moment, the way his muscles moved under his skin on his arms as he pulled back the string on the bow before loosing it. Beside him, as always, was his constant companion, the large black lion with its keen green eyes, which she could feel on her even from such a distance. It warmed her heart to see him she had missed him so much. And watching him from the hill just made it all the sadder that he was now married, now when those who stood between them were no more.

As she descended the hill the lion rose it's head and stood protectively beside it's master.

"Hail, Mi'lady," he spoke in his calm tenor as he walked over to the tree and started removing the arrows, his near waist length deep brown hair was swept in a loose ponytail and swung over his shoulder it glistened in the noonday sun. She stood in silent vigil a bit away from him. "Is there something I can help you with?"

She drew a ragged breath and walked closer, his hand went to the dagger at his hip, he was ever watchful he had been to war he knew that even the daintiest of women could pose a great threat.

Aluithian slowly lowered her hood and swallowed hard, his breath caught and his cool demeanor faltered for the first time since she had met him.

"No," he breathed taking a few steps closer, "You are dead... they said not a single one of your house survived," he looked like he had seen a ghost, "Surely this is some trick some enchantress poking fun at me,"

She shook her head softly and he quickly closed the distance between them and held her close,

"Light be praised," he whispered over and over again breathing in the scent of his long lost friend. And during that embrace his heart ached as hers did, he buried his face in her hair and she on his chest enjoying the damp against her cheek, the scent of him. "We thought you dead, oh how I have missed you so," he groaned into her ear.

After a moment she pulled away from him, though he would have gladly held her for eternity. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the ocean,

"I hear you are married," she whispered as she stepped passed him, he frowned,

"Aye, a year since passed in a fortnight," he spoke softly as he followed her to the water's edge removing his mail hauberk from a nearby stump.

"Do…" she trailed off,

"You were gone a year, and she was…" it was his turn to trail off,

"There?" their eyes met as she said it and he shook his head,

"I feared you dead, she asked me, she asked for my hand within mere weeks of the rumor that you died with the rest of your family," he put his hands on her small shoulders, "I told her no, I held out hope for year after year Alu, I held on to the notion that you were still alive and that you would come back as you have done, though after the second year I had resigned myself to your death," he leaned his head against hers, "My dear sweet sweet Aluithian of whom I am ever so glad to see alive,"

She let herself cry, the tears spilled down her cheeks,

"Why her? Why of all of the women… why her?" she turned and looked at him, "she is a loyalist who tried to have me arrested,"

"She went above my head, she spoke to my captain who made such a fuss that a woman from such a noble family would have interest in me, she made it so I couldn't say no,"

"You could have said no,"

"And you could have written, you could have given me some bloody sign that you weren't dead," he snapped at her for the first time ever, "some vague hope that I wasn't in love with a ghost,"

"Do you love her too?" she asked playing with the ends of her hair looking up into his deep sapphire eyes,

"Never, my heart is and always has been yours,"

"Do you have children?"

"I have not shared her bed since the wedding night, and if I can avoid it I never shall again,"

"Did you not like it?"

"She is not you," was all he could say, "No long mane of hair so dark the nights sky is jealous, no smooth golden skin," he wrapped his arms around her, "and she is far too tall, I have always been partial to the frailer most feminine women." He rested his chin atop her head and sighed, "if I could take it all back, I would,"

She nodded slowly and pulled away,

"I know but… they were right I shouldn't have come here" she laughed a bit, "I am not sure what I expected, I hope business treats you well, Duskwhisper,"

"I am fighting in the arena at weeks end,"

"Well, I wish you the best of luck," she pulled her hood back over her features and started the walk back to the city crying, leaving him staring after her

The warlock made her way back to the city and walked into the house which had been secured for her. There was a small gathering in the entry way, Kythyr and a few others, she walked passed them and up the stairs to her chamber, she promptly closed the door and wailed.