Rated M for Mature due to eroticism, language and mature themes, mostly in the later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft nor any characters in this Fanfiction.

This is my first Warcraft fan fiction. So if it sucks please leave a comment and I'll improve. Thank you.

Chapter 1: Meeting the girl.

Lor'themar idly rubbed his head. Another night in Sunfury Spire. Another lonely night. Lor'themar yawned.

He sat alone in his bed chamber, lonely. It was sundown, and tonight he felt a little bit more adventurous than usual. The days had been treating him well, no raids on Silvermoon, no riots, and no meetings. He found himself less stressed, and with more leeway than when he first was Regent Lord.

And he had a good idea of how he wanted to spend his leeway time...

He wanted a woman, no, a mate. Desperately. He wanted to pull his fingers through her hair, wanted to hold her close at night, wanted to kiss her in the morning and kiss her in the night. Wanted to love someone. Sadly, his post as Regent Lord had not allowed him much ample time...

Until now.

Lor'themar began to pull together what he truly wanted from a female blood elf. Beauty, or course. Strength. Wisdom. Humor, but at the same time seriousness when appropriate. Bravery was a must as well. Cunning would have to be implied as well. Intelligence. Agility. And of course, kindness. He rubbed his soul patch beard as he thought of his dream mate. But then...

Where and how was he suposed to find this girl?

The question echoed in his mind. He did not know how to answer. But, he did know that, he would find this girl. Looking out the window with his one good eye, he noticed that the sun had set. All of the prize woman would be at home by now. "I will have to find her on the morrow," he whispered. "Untill then..."

Lor'themar began to get ready for his slumber.

Lor'themar awoke in the early morning. As a farstrider, his mind had adapted to waking up at such times, in order to get ready for the dangers he would have to face each day. However, he was not a farstrider, at this time. He was the Regent Lord of Quel'thalas. Old habits died hard in his case.

The cool air of the morning seeped through his room as Lor'themar got up and prepared to search for a suitable companion. Striding over to his grand wardrobe, he slipped on some casual, and a tad bit seducing, clothes. A green and golden shirt was his torso covering. All of the buttons were not buttoned up, his biceps showing through. He let the ends of his shirt flow over his dark trousers. He wore his boots, signature boots actually. From the day he had lost his eye. The eye patch he wore over one of his eyes was a bit ragged, just to make sure he did not attract a petty woman whom could not protect herself. He wanted a strong, brave woman, one who could fire a bow.

Putting on no undershirt, Lor'themar began to walk out of his room. He knew where he would probably find the girl he wanted.

In Farstriders' Square. Where he himself had been once trained.

Lor'themar hastily walked down the steps to his spire. Once outside, he called for his hawkstrider, whom he named Strides, who came to him in a hurry. Strides' green feathers reminded Lor'themar of the days he had ridden the great bird into battle against the orcs of the second war, with his farstrider brothers and sisters beside him. Those days were but memories now, as Lor'themar realized that most of the ones he considered "friends", were dead.

Nonetheless, Lor'themar mounted atop his great bird and held the reins, memories of his past temporarily filling his mind...

It had been many years ago. Lor'themar still was Sylvannas' second in command in the Ranger Corps. of Silvermoon. Now, Lor'themar rid through the lush forests that were now gone. He was late, very late. Extremely late. With Strides going on his maximum speed, Lor'themar had begun to worry. Would Sylvannas take away his rank for being this late? How would it look for the Ranger General of Silvermoon's lieutenant to be this late? Lor'themar had shaken his head to forget about the thoughts that plagued him now.

Eventually, he reached the clearing that Sylvannas had awaited him in. Strides came to a stop, and Lor'themar dismounted, tying his mount to a nearby tree. Sylvannas, whom was sitting on the cool grass, opened an eye.

"And so, my partially wayward second in command has finally arrived," she muttered with false surprise.

Lor'themar began to sweat. "Listen, Lady Windrunner, I can explain-"

"No need to, Theron, for I understand why you have taken a long time in coming."

Theron raised his brows. "You do?"

Sylvannas nodded. "Still getting into the habit of waking up early, are you not?"

Lor'themar's cheeks went rosy. "Well..."

Sylvannas smiled. "It's fine, Lor'themar. Loosen up. I wished to speak to you informally."

Lor'themar nodded.

Sylvannas started to speak. "As you may or may not have known, lying to the southern most point of our high kingdom, lies a great orc fortress that the orcs know as, 'Kalshinnmmar'. Barbaric, but what did you expect from those green bastards? Anyway, the fortress proves a great threat to the town of Gelsh. Each day, it produces more orcish grunts to fight for their Horde. I need you to take a force of rangers over to the fortress and destroy it and kill the leader of that fortress. Immediately."

Lor'themar nodded. "Was that all you wished of me, my lady?"

Sylvannas stood up and walked towards Lor'themar until they were a mere step apart. "Yes. You may leave now, but first..."

Sylvannas leaned forwards and kissed Lor'themar on his lips. Lor'themar's eyes widened, as she had caught him off his guard. They kissed for about a minute, before Sylvannas ran off into the trees of the woods.

Lor'themar stood there, dazed and surprised.

Lor'themar blinked twice. He had just arrived in Farstriders' Square. Looking around, he searched for a female. From his ranger days, he knew that there were more males in the rangers than females. But he was sure he would find a suitable woman for himself.

Then, he found one. A middle aged looking female blood elf ranger was practicing on a dwarf dummy. She had a good frame, silver hair as his, and seemed to be a veteran. She loaded her arrow and aimed at the dummy, for the head, of course. She let go. The arrow flew straight and true, right onto the dummy. Lor'themar grinned. Time to catch the prize...

Lor'themar dismounted and began to walk towards her.

I will update it later. This is only chapter 1. Remember, be nice, this is my first time with such things. Thank you. See you next time!