A/N - This drabble (well... it's not even that) popped into my head one night as I was trying to sleep. I couldn't get to sleep unless I wrote it down. So I did, and this is the result.

Please R&R! I'd like to know what you think


After watching her for a while he determined she was fast asleep. He gently picked her up and carried her to his bed. Placing her down gently, he reflected on that fact that there would be rumours by the next morning. Looking at her sunflower blonde hair lying haphazardly around her face, he realised he didn't care.

"Sleep well, little sorceress," he rumbled quietly. Then, impulsively, he did something he had never done before, something that Orcs generally never did. He leant down and placed a light kiss on her forehead before returning to the plans they had been working on.

-fin-


If you are wondering 'Little Sorceress' is something that Thrall calls Jaina, affectionately, whenever they invade my mind.