"I will never understand you elves..."

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP TO WORLD OF WARCRAFT OR ANY NPCS OR OTHER ELEMENTS RELATING TO IT.

Soooooooo... My dear and close friend wanted me to write a story she could turn into a rough animation (over a long period of time). I don't know exactly why, it's a project of hers...

But, ever supporting of my friends' random and somewhat inane ideas, I decided to gather my old toons, take them back in time and rewrite their exsistense. Lol.

So here it is! Main character elements still play a role in this (super and dori pairing, grun'di being a badass, etc) and well... sorry to my fans at my site buuuuuut some of super's "abilities" are not present here. SORRY. LOL. Like really... my friend is making an animation (well a cartoon she said but it'll only be a rough with no sound) and showing it for a class at some point soooo yeah. Those "abilities" are just a bit too "out there" for the public (offline that is).

I've found myself lacking in the ability to write so comments are appreciated. Remember, this is dribble lol. Anyway, here we go!

"Seven years."

Startled, Grun'di looked to her left where her elven companion sat. Her brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden speak. It wasn't every day you heard an effeminate male voice randomly speak for the first time in the month that you'd known a person. "What do you mean?"

Repusmi, the elven companion in question, raising his head and revealing those startling glowing eyes of his, looked at her miserably. "You asked me if I served Kael'thas personally and when I nodded you asked for how long. I served him for seven years."

The orc looked a bit taken aback at the sudden answer. "I… Repusmi, I asked you that three weeks ago." Idly, she patted the dust off of her forearm before hunching down a bit. With the wind picking up, even in the camp, surrounded by dozens of other bodies, it seemed cold. Damned, forsaken land. If the land wasn't blighted and the trees not dead or dying, there'd be some foliage to block the winter winds. Damned, forsaken land. If the land wasn't blighted and the trees not dead or dying, there'd be some foliage to block the winter winds.

"Was it? It took me a while to remember… but three weeks?" Repusmi stared out into the dust, his very face the epitome of somber confusion. When Grun'di saw that face she couldn't help but remember the thought she'd had weeks before, when word reached them of the elven prince's new… alliance.

'He's in shock.'

The tiny elf before her stood rigidly as the the others around them all either cried or cursed at the sky. His long red hair wisped about in the winds, some locks hitting him in the face. Yet he did not move. He only stared out into the darkness of night. Grun'di sucked in her bottom lip and reached a hand out to him, worried.

"Are you all right, kid?" She had to move almost as fast as the wind to catch him as he fell, lifelessly. She quickly turned the elf in her arms, afraid he may be suffering in some way. Her face grew somber when she saw his tear stained face. She let herself slip down to her knees and for the rest of the night, she simply sat there, holding the small elf.

Grun'di coughed and smiled, trying to break the tension that had unknowingly settled in. "So, Repusmi. Do you… have any hobbies?" the orc smiled, trying almost desperately to be friendly. The elf fixed her with a blank stare.

"Hobbies?"

"Yes, hobbies."

"What are hobbies?"

Grun'di stared at the orc with an expression that seemed to scream 'you're not serious are you?' She cleared her throat as she brought a hand up to her chin before continuing. "Well… hobbies are things that you like to do." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a switch-blade. She flicked her wrist and out came the blade, gleaming in the fire's light. "For instance, I like to train with my daggers. It's like 'darts', only with knives and moving targets."

Repusmi's shining eyes turned upward for a moment, in thought. "Things I like to do?" For the first time since they'd met, Grun'di saw emotions cross that pale face. At first a thoughtful look, then uncertainty… then disgust… and finally, those lips seemed to melt into a smile and color rose slightly on his cheeks. "Well… I like making clothes. And cooking. And cleaning."

Grun'di made a face. "Those sound more like chores or tasks assigned by a parent or teacher…"

"They are." Repusmi said, turning his body more to face the orc. "I served under a royal family after all. I learned to sew and started making clothing for milord, Kael. I was taught to cook and prepared all his meals. I was grouped with others and we'd clean the master's main home."

Grun'di brought her hand to her face. "Things you like to do…"

"But I did like to do those things. There were worse things I could have been assigned to do. I enjoyed working with foreign fabrics and making clothes that would make milord smile. I liked cooking foods that he'd begin to request on an almost daily basis. And I had fun cleaning his home. It kept me near him and…"

Repusmi trailed off and suddenly he looked sad again. Grun'di didn't say anything about it, but her mind ran rampant. Could it be that this elf was infatuated with the elven prince? That would be strange… It wasn't common that one male liked another male, but it wasn't forbidden. Though she'd never actually met someone who was into that…

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