A night elf sat in her home, alone, unbraiding her long teal hair. She was about to wash when a Draenei entered, fully clothed in plate. Confused, she rose to him and kissed him, like she always did when they met. "What's wrong?" she asked placing a hand on his armored shoulder.
It is fare you well, my own true love; it is fare you well awhile.
"I have to leave…They need more men in Northrend." She peered over his shoulder to see a brunette human waiting outside. When the man saw her he gave her a smart salute. As realization donned upon her she quickly latched onto the Paladin's arms and began to cry.
If I go away I will come again, if I go ten thousand miles my dear; if I go ten thousand miles.
"I do not wish to leave you here alone." He said and placed a large hand on her abdomen. "I shall return before this child is born, I promise you." They held each other one last time, both not wanting to let go.
Ten thousand miles, it is too far to leave you here alone.
He kissed her tears and lips, gently squeezing her arms. Leaving the home without a second word the elf stood in the doorway, watching the two men leave.
There I may lie, lament and cry, you cannot hear me mourn, my dear; you cannot hear me mourn.
'Til stars fall from the sky my dear; and rocks melt with the sun.
I'll ne'er prove false to the one whom I love.
'til all those things be done, my dear; 'til all those things be done.
Months had passed and the mother-to-be was going to the nearest stream to get fresh water. As she plunged the small bucket into the water, a white bird caught her eye. It flitted from branch to branch speculating the druid.
Oh, I am like that turtle dove who flies from tree to tree.
"You look lonely, little dove." She hoisted the water and began to trek back to her secluded abode. The turtle dove twittered happily as it met its mate. "I'm glad you're together again" She smiled and looked ahead to see the back of that same warrior that had left with her husband so many months ago.
And as it waiteth for it's mate, so will I wait for thee, my dear; so will I wait for thee.
"When he turned, he grabbed the bucket from her arms and said, "Friend, you musn't carry such heavy things. He'd never forgive me if something happened to you."
"That's right." Suddenly a large arm wrapped itself around her waist and the Draenei kissed her neck. Wheeling around she embraced him. Placing a hand on his cheek she felt the scar he had acquired while he was gone, running from the bottom of his ear to the end of his jaw. He smiled and kissed her.
So will I wait for thee.