Category: Warcraft
Type: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains two homosexual pairs and a suggestion of sex.
Disclaimer: None of the characters is mine, being a property of Blizzard Ent., as well as the world and its timeline. The subtitle has been taken from J.R.R. Tolkien's "Hobbit". Don't sue.
This fic is sort of a diary of Illidan Stormrage, who confesses to us of all his feelings and events of his life, starting from his birth. Kizashi's fic is a good enough warning - DON'T READ, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE TWO MEN TOGETHER. Three chapters planned. Howgh.
Oh, and Cenarius being Elune's son is only my idea and I have no prooves for it.
It was so long ago... Now hardly anyone remembers those times, even among the night elves. You humans would surely call it something like "the beginning of time" or such things. Actually, the life here in Azeroth begun much earlier, long before we night elves were born, along with the appearance of the dragons. In any case, we were the first after them, if we skip the few other species around.
We were feral. The language we used wasn't much different than wolf growls, sometimes even barks. It was simple, and to anyone else it was just a bunch of meaningless sounds. Oh, don't ask me to speak it, I can't! I can't understand how on Azeroth were we able to communicate with that. We had no clothes, though a bit later we began to wear animal skins. Bears were in fashion, as you would say. We used mostly clubs... well, not exactly, they were more like branches one could find, and some specifically shaped stones as weapons. Some fancied hand fighting. Most of us then had nails longer than mine now. What, surprised?
You can call us animals, beasts, or even idiots, if you wish. Whatever we then were, we dwelt. And we intended to.
Then one night, as we were always nocturnal, one girl, as we say it now, rallied us all in the center of Ashenvale. There was a shine, a beautiful and warm golden light coming out of a small pond. I remember it very well, each of us wanted to touch the water and couldn't shake off the amazement. It was a miracle on Earth, a gift of the heavens...
We all decided to settle around the mysterious pond instead of wandering through the forest. Slowly our minds gained new ideas, our language began to change into melodic sounds. Our civilization began to grow...
And at one point of that growth, he finally found us. Cenarius, the one that looked like the centaurs we hated so much, wanted to talk with us in our own language. It wasn't anything special, just a little chatter that can take place anywhere. He knew a lot about us. He said he's been watching us since we first began to walk. He knew we called ourselves Kaldorei, which means exactly "children of the stars". Cenarius was very interested in us and agree to aid us on the hard path of life.
He and his children, the dryads and those we now call keepers of the grove, showed us all we now know. They made our first bows, taught us better ways of hunting, even taught us how to make steel. They told us so much I cannot now imagine how we move on without Cenarius...
Anyway, we were also very interested in Cenarius. When we asked him who he is, he told us that he came from far above. None of us understood it then, but our friend told us about his mother, Elune... Of how she makes the moon shine, how she observes us and dwells in the pond...
Yes, the pond. Cenarius explained that its powers aren't here thanks to Elune, that it's more like powers used by someone else. He meant the dragons. He told us how it gave us immortality and enlightenend our minds.
The girl that has first noticed the Well of Eternity, as we decided to name the pond, had managed to gain great powers. I and my twin brother Malfurion, whom I call Furion, were among her followers. Nobody actually noticed when she became more powerful that any of us, and eventually she annouced herself our queen.
Queen Azshara... Some didn't like the idea, but we, the Stormrage brothers, stayed by her side along with many others. She was very pleased with us, and to give us her grace and blessing, officially names us the Quel'dorei - now the Highbourne. We soon noticed that the cource of her power is the Well itself. By her order we began to study and examine it very closely, despite the carefulness with which Cenarius approchaed the Well.
And on one of the first days of that study, we met. When I and Furion were discussing the possibility of Elune living in the waters of the pond, another elf joined us. It may sound funny to you humans, but his face charmed me, I admit it, ever since my heart was broken... Oh, you don't know?
Right, I forgot. You're not elves. Long before we became Quel'dorei, my heart decided to give itself away antirely to Tyrande Whisperwind, high priestess of Elune, whom we now considered our goddess. But Fortune made my only brother Furion also feel love for her. Tyrande had to choose, and she did so. Furion won.
Since then I remained heartbroken. It's hard to admit, but sometimes I was very close to tear edge... and few times over it. My brother knew how much I suffered it, but apparently he did nothing to even cheer me up.
But now something in me broke, and it wasn't the heart this time. The face of that elf was calm and friendly, and his body so well built, so strong... SO WHAT?! Right, I am blushing, get off of me! Those goddamn humans... Cough, anyway, that elf joined our conversation and began to convince us that Elune really dwells in the Well. When I think of it now, he might have tried to delicately convice us of the Well and Azshara's might. Whatever he intended, he spoke with a calm and warm, though maybe a little sharp voice. It was like a sweet lullaby... I thought I told you to bitter off of my blushings. Good for you. Now, let me continue, will you?
The elf was named Dath'Remar Sunstrider. A very nice name, I must admit, Dath'Remar... I called him Remar for short. We kept on meeting each other more and more often, not only by the Well, but in general. I liked to talk to him about everything. When we met in the evening, he made my night happier. By the gods... you should get used to me being nocturnal, if it's not a problem. And learn some sarcasm as well.
Remar and I were becoming good friends. Hope rose in my heart, though then I was certain I can't wish for much. For it would never become true. I guess I don't have to tell you what my greatest wish was.
The tranquility of my life was soon to be ruined. Cenarius and Furion, and even Tyrande, noticed that Tyrande is my close friend. They didn't like it at all. I noticed that my brother has found out something strange, it bothered him all the time. He told me - in his opinion, the Well's powers weren't safe at all. He said that such magic, for it was nothing different than the dragons' magic, may cause great trouble. When I ask him what sort of, he began a long monologue about spoiling souls and hearts, blinding eyes and mind, shaking the balance of nature... and summoning demons. I laughed in his face, but now I know how right he was. He said that he doesn't want me to ruin myself, but if that is my wish, he won't oppose. Not long after, he left the Quel'dorei.
I couldn't forget what he told nor about the Well, nor Remar. It didn't reach me that he could be my enemy. Back then, I was the happiest elf in Kalimdor. I realized I don't need more, at least for now, and I didn't want to allow anything to ruin it. My mind refused to accept Furion's words. Yet they were bothering me all nights long.
The first thing I wanted was to talk to Remar, and I did so. Just as I expected, he listened carefully to my story and called it bullshit. He called Furion a heretic and how he was lying. It sort of struck me. I never thought about my brother like this, at first it was a bit painful... But Remar kept on convincing me. Furion started to gather elves from outside Quel'dorei and formed sort of a movement he called the druids. In Remar's opinion, he wanted to overthrow Azshara, but he couldn't make up why. Actually, as he said, it wasn't our bussiness. Our duty was to defend the queen.
And we agreed to do so.
I know I should've listened to Furion. BUt none of us knew that the magic had addicted us, the Quel'dorei. My brother left early enough to avoid this addiction. I knew I have to protect the Well and my mistress. I had no idea it's because the magic itself. But the more Remar and Azshara were talking about the druids, the more my anger at Furion rose.
Shan'do Stormrage...
Only I couldn't ever feel anger for Tyrande. She too wishe me to give up on using magic, but - unlike my brother - she begged me instead of cursing me. I couldn't, I just couldn't refuse her deep eyes. Tyrande kept on swearing on Elune that staying by Azshara's side will hasten my doom.
Only my mind was racing. Elune was my goddess, I admit I was - and still am - faithful to her, so such arguments did get to me. The problem was, Furion was right... now I know that my heart is spoiled. I will never be as before. Back then my heart started to force me. Every thought of losing magic was psyhically painful. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. But Tyrande and Elune...
I was breaking down. From one front came the addiction and need of the Well, from the other - my faith and care for Tyrande. One of those days, when I was down, Remar came to me. It was a beautiful night, the blue corn moon rose high... I remember it very well. It's just one of those times you don't forget.
I was crying. Remar tried to cheer me up, tried to find words that could prove we're right. None came. Words were useless. I nearly cried my eyes out and semi-consiously buried my face in Remar's chest, and if you keep giggling, I'll cut your limbs off. Right. Remar wasn't at all surprised. He caresed my hair and let me calm down... I suspected that he knows what I feel. But this was a great shock.
After a few calming whispers, he hugged me tight... and kissed me.
Ait first, I was stunned, but in less than a second I recovered. It felt like heaven... Did you see what I did to a guy, who did what you now do? No? Well, go ask him. You can't? That's the point. Anyway, it was the first time anyone has ever told me he loves me. Remar confessed and I felt tears again... of joy, I guess. He told me how it hurts him when I am down, when I cry... Again I rested my head against his chest and it relaxed me. I felt like I could spend my whole life like this.
After that night, everything changed. I didn't pay mych attention to anyone besides Azshara and Remar, and spent a lot more time with the latter. At one point, we were always together.
Again, when I thought all's alright, Furion came in. He always knows everything... I sometimes get the feeling he's been watching me all the way. When he said he wants to talk to me, I knew it's about my relationship with Remar. I can't make out when did my brother made up such things, but he was dangerously close to the truth. Only he seemed not to allow it to get to him. He probably never thought this could be possible. His face was worried, I knew he cared about me, and what he thought of Remar made hom even more anxious. I couldn't resist that sad, yet firm stare. I told him everything.
He was shocked, but remained calm. I could see he was afraid of this - and it happened. He told me that I'm getting deeper every day, and soon I won't be able to get out. This is the last moment to decide, back or forward. But Furion assured me that it is only my choice and when it is decided, he will leave me on my own.
Thus I was left to decide. I was afraid of what may happen to me, yet I could not forsake Remar. I feared another heartbreak, and you shut up this instance.
Time was passing, but my life froze in a dead point. I was on lonely crossroads without any signs. Left or right... I needed a guide. Since my conversation with Furion, he and Tyrande stopped convincing me. Azshara was never much interested in what's happening to me. Remar was all I had left.
And he knew it very well. I had cried everything out, so he'd knew what I feel. He understood all, tried to calm me down by cuddles and kisses... Remain silent and you'll leave alive.This is a very important even of my life. This time what Remar did did not suffice. I didn't need cuddles, I needed a solution. I wasn't shiverring anymore, but silvery streams kept pouring down Remar's chest. I heard him say he's sorry, and then he began kissing my neck, and the hand that was massaging my back descended slowly...
Enough giggling, this is the end. You really thought I could describe this scene to you? Forget it. t's strictly provate and I'll keep it for myself, if you don't mind. It was the first time I ever got that close to anyone. It's easy to imagine that I wished that moment never to end. I felt I could die happy in those arms...
Everything was going on very slowly, yet the whole time passed too quickly During it, I felt more confident than ever before. Yes, I told myself, what I do is right. And, since then, I never let go of that thought.
The only problem was the Well of Eternity. Something strange was happening to its powers. I felt a new force in it, something I never felt before.
The forces of the Well were shiverring...
End of chapter I.
Type: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains two homosexual pairs and a suggestion of sex.
Disclaimer: None of the characters is mine, being a property of Blizzard Ent., as well as the world and its timeline. The subtitle has been taken from J.R.R. Tolkien's "Hobbit". Don't sue.
This fic is sort of a diary of Illidan Stormrage, who confesses to us of all his feelings and events of his life, starting from his birth. Kizashi's fic is a good enough warning - DON'T READ, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE TWO MEN TOGETHER. Three chapters planned. Howgh.
Oh, and Cenarius being Elune's son is only my idea and I have no prooves for it.
I was breaking down. From one front came the addiction and need of the Well, from the other - my faith and care for Tyrande. One of those days, when I was down, Remar came to me. It was a beautiful night, the blue corn moon rose high... I remember it very well. It's just one of those times you don't forget.
I was crying. Remar tried to cheer me up, tried to find words that could prove we're right. None came. Words were useless. I nearly cried my eyes out and semi-consiously buried my face in Remar's chest, and if you keep giggling, I'll cut your limbs off. Right. Remar wasn't at all surprised. He caresed my hair and let me calm down... I suspected that he knows what I feel. But this was a great shock.
