Author's Note: This was a spur of the moment idea, and I just started writing it a couple of days ago. Again, I do not own anything from Warcraft, other than my own original characters. When I posted this last night, I did not realize, that there were mistakes, and stuff missing. I tried to rectify the one's I noticed. Please remember that English is my second language, so there will always be some mistakes. Please feel free to point them out either via a review or an email.

P.S: After noticing even more mistakes, and after a concrit review, thank you Hawki, I decided to revise this chapter again. I hope I got all the mistakes this time.

Mission Statement

"Listen carefully Centurion. This is a very dangerous, and volunteer only assignment, you don't have to do it unless you feel absolutely ready for it. No one will think less of you if you turn it down.", Overlord Garosh Hellscream told the young Blood Elven Rogue.

"I was born for this Overlord", the Elf told the Orc, eager to prove to the Horde, that the Sindorei were no push overs who hide behind the front lines during battle.

"Just making sure", Garosh grunted in approval at the young Elf's eagerness. "You need to be very careful, he is bound to be heavily guarded, especially in his own keep. Not to mention all the wards and enchantments that must be up in that place.". The rogue smiled back.

"I am also a Mage Overlord, I can take care of any wards and enchantments I may run across.". The rogue had studied sorcery for years under Kael'Thas Sunstrider himself. That was before the Sunwell and Dalaran were destroyed by the Scourge, and the stealthy life of a rogue proved to be more profitable and less painful as the withdrawal symptoms crept in.

"That is why I came to you. This assignment requires a person with extraordinary skills, like stealth, hand to hand combat, dual weapon wielding and sorcery of course. You will be all alone, deep in enemy territory, no one will rush to your aid, no one will know about this assignment, and everyone will deny knowledge about it. You will be know as a crazed Elf who just acted on her own, for reasons unknown to the Horde. Do you understand that, Iris?", Garosh raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

"Yes my Lord, I do." Iris Shadowstrider assured the Orc, as she leaned over the map of Stormwind Keep. "Varian Wrynn is going to pay for his insolence. No one insults my Warchief and my former Ranger General like that!", she declared.

"Very well Centurion, I am confident that you will be very successful in this mission. Go, now and may your ancestors watch over and protect you. Lok'tar Ogar!", he said and dismissed her.

Iris teleported out of her room in the "Filthy Animal" inn. She materialised at the roof top of Stormwind Keep. The Rogue had locked this location years ago, when she was still just a young Mage apprentice. She was part of the Kirin'Tor envoy that accompanied Prince Kael'Thas to Stormwind, to witness the naming ceremony of Prince Anduin Wrynn.

While Kael and the other Kirin' Tor emissaries were busy mingling with the very young King Varian and Queen Tiffin, and the rest of the royals and nobles, four very mischievous young people, sneaked out of the reception and started exploring the palace. Princess Calia Menethil was the ringleader of the gang. She would always come up with the craziest ideas, and the rest were more than eager to try them out. Arthas especially, always wanted to try new things no matter how crazy or dangerous they were. Jaina, though very brave, was the most logical of all four and would always point out the flaws of their plans. But they all went on and did it anyway, no matter what the cost. Not that any of them ever got in any trouble for it. Callia and Arthas were the Alliance High King's children, Jaina was the only daughter of Lord Daelin Proudmore, and Iris was the youngest child of Kael's sister, Fryne. The otherwise seasoned Mage got sucked into a mysterious vortex after a failed experiment along with her husband, Elrezar Shadowstrider who was a Rogue and Chief of Covert Operations. This left the five year old Iris in the care of Kael, since her elder brothers and sisters were all grown up, and on different assignments all over Azeroth. And uncle Kael spoiled the young Princess rotten.

Callia decided that since there was no place left in Stormwind that they haven't explored already, the roof top of Storwind Keep was the next logical destination. Iris, having mastered Portal creation a week earlier, created one for them, and the girls stepped right through it, dragging poor Arthas along. The Prince was afraid of heights but never openly admitted that to anyone. The girls of course being very perceptive knew about it.

"Open your eyes Arthas, look at this beautiful view. You can see the harbour and the park from up here, even the bell tower of Moonbrook. It's amazing, Elwynn forest and Westfall are truly magical places. And the people look like ants", Jaina whispered in Arthas's ear, who slowly opened his eyes and looked down.

And he was mesmerised by the view. He could not take his eyes off the it. He walked around the entirety of the roof and drank in the sight all around him. From the North, he could see the lake that poured down into Northshire's river via a small waterfall. The scorched earth of the Burning Steppes and the Searing Gorge scarred the lands around Blackrock Mountain, while the snowy mountain ranges of Dun Morogh faded far in the horizon. In the West, the vast ocean stretched further than what the eye could see. In the South, lay the fertile lands of Westfall and the tropical jungles of Stranglethorn, while in the East, Elwynn Forest stretched for miles on end until it gracefully merged with the red hills and high peaks of Redridge mountain.

"You're right sweetheart, it's very beautiful up here", Arthas whispered to Jaina, and kissed her. They have been an item for over a year, and became intimate during the celebration of the burning of the Whickerman, two months ago. Arthas couldn't take his hands off Jaina ever since.

"Oooooh..." the other two girls started giggling. "Jaina and Arthas sitting in a tree...", Iris started to sing the old human limerick, but couldn't finish it, because Arthas had jumped to her position with super human speed, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her over his shoulder.

"That's it, little Missy, I hope you have learned how to sprout wings because you are going to be flying off this rooftop", he growled as he approached the edge of the roof.

"No Arthas, please, I haven't mastered the "Slow Fall" spell yet. I will smash like a watermelon, if you drop me from here", she squealed, knowing full well though, that her close friend would never harm her.

"Are you going to be a good girl, and stop teasing Jaina and I?", he asked her. Jaina and Callia became very concerned about the sudden turn of events. They knew that Arthas was joking of course, he would never harm Iris, she was like a little sister to him and he loved her very much. But only a few moments ago he was terrified of heights and any sudden movement might trigger his phobia again. But Arthas was not concerned about that at the moment.

"Arthas put her down, she might really get hurt", the two girls pleaded with him.

"I swear I will never tease you again. Put me down, I'm going to throw up if you keep holding me like that", Iris felt dizzy being hang over his shoulder for so long. All the sweets that she and the rest of gang had devoured before they wondered off started to make their way to her throat.

"Alright kid you've learned your lesson, I will put you down. No need to make a mess up here", Arthas laughed and turned around to put Iris back on solid ground again. As he brought her down from his shoulder they locked eyes when they were at the same height. And for the first time in his life Arthas realised that Iris was a girl, and a very beautiful one one too. 'Wow! Was he always this gorgeous?', Iris thought as her emerald green eyes stared deeply into his sea green ones. It looked as if he was about to kiss her, but he quickly recovered as he remembered that his girlfriend, and sister were standing a few feet away from them, so he put Iris down.

"There you go kid", he said as he patted her head and pinched her cheek. Thankfully, the two girls didn't notice anything, or at least it didn't look like they noticed something.

"We should really return to the reception, they will start looking for us soon.", Iris whispered and created a portal to the ground. But while she did that, she casted a spell that would always bring her up here undetected whenever she recalled the "stolen" moment she had shared with the future king of Lordaeron and wanted to contemplate on the emotions that that little encounter stirred in her.

Iris shook her head. 'Now is not the time to dwell on the past. Whatever I felt for Arthas then, is irrelevant. He proved to be a sick bastard who destroyed my home, killed Grandpa and plunged us into darkness and despair. And he will die by my hand for that'. She walked at the edge of the roof top, and casted a spell. Every ward and enchantment that protected the keep dropped. It would take the Alliance Mages fifteen minutes to notice that there was something wrong. She then casted an invisibility spell on her self and jumped. Her "Slow Fall" spell landed her smoothly on the edge of the garden terrace overlooking the lake. It was a very beautiful spot, cleverly situated between the library and the throne room. Sentries were stationed on either side and the middle, standing guard. She silently glided right next to them and blew a powder in their nose. Within seconds from the time she did that, they dropped like sacks of potatoes simultaneously. She had calculated the amount she would have to dispense on each of them perfectly. Iris stealthily walked towards the throne room double doors. There were more guards stationed there. She dispatched them the same way as the others. It was a warm summer night, so the doors were open to allow some sea breeze to blow in the throne room. She could hear many voices coming from there. The Elf walked into the latge chamber. It was packed with nobles, officers, Mages and guards. King Wrynn was sitting on his throne listening to reports with a bored look on his handsome face. They were just simple daily reports about the status of his realm, and the Scourge activity in the Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor and Northrend. Nothing the Horde and Iris didn't know already. The Rogue approached the throne and stood right next to the Human King.

Iris carefully studied the king's face. Though still very handsome, his looks could only be compared to Arthas' and her dear uncle Kael's, the great tragedy and the hardships he had suffered these past ten years had taken their toll. Gone was the youthful innocence and carefree composure. Before her sat a man who had seen and suffered a lot in his thirty five years. First his beloved wife, the beautiful and valiant Queen Tiffin was accidentally killed during the Mason's Guild riot. Then, only three years ago, while on his way to Theramore to attend the summit Jaina herself had organised to discuss a peace treaty with Thrall, his ship was attacked by the remnants of the Defias brotherhood, who with the help of black dragon Onyxia managed to gravely injure the great warrior, and put him in chains. Onyxia, while fighting the stalwart king, run one her claws across his face and down his left eye, leaving two deep and painful scars. The blinding pain caused poor Varian to lose his footing on the sinking ship, and he failed to dodge the lose mast that flew across the deck and banged his head, rendering him unconsious and amnesic. He ended up in Dire Maul and was forced to fight as a gladiator under the name Lo'Gosh, until he managed to escape with the help of Valeera Sanguinar and Broll Bearmantle. They managed to reach Theramore, where he was recognised, and the Mages there helped him regain his memories. He returned to Stormwind, but the entire ordeal left him bitter, twisted and full of hate for the Horde in general and the Orcs in particular. The death of Bolvar Fordragon and the loss of almost a third of his army at the Wrathgate was the icing of the cake for him. There was a permanent frown now pasted on his forehead.

The Blood Elf Rogue wanted to trace her finger on his scars and kiss the frown away, but knew that she would be dead the moment he felt a shadow creeping over him. She had to disable him and the everyone else first. With a wave of her hand, the guards were turned into sheep and chickens, the exits were blocked by huge, impenetrable ice walls, and all the nobles, Varian included, were casted in ice. Only his head, upper torso, and lap were ice free now. With another wave, she let her invisibility enchantment drop. Varian gasped at the site of a Blood Elf female clad in skin tight black leather trousers, halter top and boots. Her features were covered by a black satin hood, only her eyes were visible.

"What is the meaning of this", he hissed "Guar...", A long black leather gloved finger on his lips, and a dagger at his throat, silenced him. A sweet chuckle came from the Rogue, as she straddled him.

"None of that Human. You will remain silent for once in your life. This is for insulting the Warchief and the Banshee Queen", she whispered.

'So this is how I am going to die? In the middle of a hopeless war and at the hands of an assassin, just like my father? Not in the field of battle like I always hoped? Blessed Light please look after my boy and my people', he prayed as he looked into the would be assassin's green eyes. Those clear emerald orbs did not look like they belonged to an assassin at all, but rather to a cheeky young girl about to pull a very mischievous prank. Suddenly the Rogue's dagger moved from his throat to the back of his head. And so did her other hand. Her fingers slowly traced the side of his head, as they made their way to the base of his pony tail, sending chills down his spine. Said hand, cupped his pony tail, while her thumb moved inside the black sash that held his long dark hair in place. Varian felt numb, but not with fear. This girl was stirring feelings in him, long forgotten. 'Why is she doing this? Why doesn't she just slit my throat and get it over with. Why is she toying with me, like a cat with her prey?', he wondered, but before he could voice his protest, she cut the sash from his hair with the dagger. His eyebrows shot up, and looked at her surprised.

"What are you doing?", he whispered. "Why don't you just kill me and be done with it?". The Elf chuckled again. She had put her dagger back in its sheath, and Varian's sash in her pouch along with her gloves. A small soft hand, with long white fingers cupped his face and caressed his stubble.

"Relax Human King" she said, "No one is going to die here tonight.". She removed her hood, revealing a cascade of very long soft auburn red locks. Varian gasped. 'She is absolutely gorgeous, and where have I seen her before? Probably at the Battle for the Undercity, there were a lot of Blood Elves there. They are all still very loyal to their former Ranger General.', he wondered. The Elven girl put her hands behind his head again and gently run her fingers through his long hair. She carefully smoothed them out, and brought some to the front to hang down his shoulders. 'Good thing he's not wearing armor tonight', she thought, and smiled at him.

"You should wear your hair like that more often Varian, it makes you even more raggedly handsome, if that's even possible." And with that, she cupped his face again and crushed her full red lips on his taking his breath away. Varian was shocked by this unexpected turn of events, but did not protest at all at the treatment he was receiving at the hands of this Elf. Her toned curvy body was grinding against him. Her soft cream colored hands travelled all over the uncovered parts of his upper body, leaving hot traces in their wake. Long silky red locks caressed his face as she ravaged his mouth with those sensual lips of hers. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, a mix of her "Night Blooming Jasmine Blossoms Green Tea" perfume and her own body musk. He kissed her back and their kiss deepened as their tongues found each other and started to dance. Her hands slowly moved from his broad shoulders, to the side of his face and the back of his head, caressing again his soft black hair. Somehow both his arms had freed them selves from their icy prison, and were now exploring her upper body, one travelling up, tracing her spine and feeling her hair, while the other remained wrapped possessively around her waist, his fingers exploring her exposed small waist and flat stomach. Iris did not even notice that that the king's hands were free, she was too caught up in the moment. Varian could not even think about putting her in a death grip and disarming her. He continued to kiss her like it was the most natural thing in the world for the High King of the Alliance to go second base with an enemy on top of his throne in front of his entire court. After several minutes of pure heaven for them, where for just for a few moments they forgot about all their worries and the war, they came up for air. And that was when reality struck Iris. He had his arms around her, he could break her spine at any moment if her realised that too. 'That won't be any time soon though', she thought as she could feel his erection pressing between her legs, as it struggled to get out of the confinement of his trousers.

"You're an amazing kisser King Wrynn", she said loud enough for her magical spying eye to capture. It monitored everything, from the moment she set foot on the Keep's roof top, in order to prove to everyone that she did what she was tasked to do. She blinked out of the Human's strong arms. She stood in the middle of the throne room, smiling at the still dazed king.

"This is to prove that no one is beyond the grasp of the Horde", she laughed. "Garosh Hellscream sends his regards". She blew a kiss at the king and winked as she teleported back to the "Filthy Animal" where Garosh was waiting.

"Well?", the Overlord growled at her. Iris presented the spying eye and the king's hair sash at him.

"Piece of cake, Overlord. Perhaps next time, we should make it more challenging, like doing the same to, oh, I don't know, the Lich King perhaps?", she smirked in a Blood Elven manner as she weighed in her hand the big pouch of gold Garosh threw at her. The Orc was in no state to answer her, because he was busy laughing his head off at her comment and from what he was witnessing from the spying eye. Within a week it had become viral. It seemed that everyone had a copy and watched as the Alliance High King almost had sex with a Blood Elf on top of his throne.

Deep within Icecrown Citadel at the Shadow Throne, the Lich King was sitting on his throne looking at a copy one of his spies stole and brought to him. As soon as it was over he started laughing with his trademark evil laugh.

"Poor Varian", he drawled sarcastically to no one in particular, "caught up in his own human weaknesses. He couldn't even lift a finger against her. Too embarrassed to stand after the treatment she gave him, I supposed", he chuckled. "Little Iris should have tried to pull that stunt with me, she never would have made it past the Court of Bones", he scoffed.

"Confident?", he heard a sweet voice whisper in his left ear. Before he could jump up and grab her, or even use his "Death Grip", "Strangulation", or any other spell that would have incapacitate, eviscerate, or dismember her, he was "Silenced" and cast on ice the same way Varian was. Iris knew that through his mental link he could alert everyone to her presence, and the Shadow Throne would be swarmed with his minions within seconds. She quickly straddled him, removed his Helm before he could even realise what was happening and placed it at the side of his throne. She moved the lose silver strands from his still handsome face and smiled at him sweetly.

"Hello Arthas, it's been a very long time. Keeping very busy I see!" she smirked, as pointed her finger around the room.

"Iris...", the Lich King growled, "You were very foolish to venture in here alone. How long do you think your little spell will hold me back?". Iris bit her lower lip, gave him a very mischievous and appraising look as she took in his large form, and smiled at him approvingly.

"Ummm, long enough for me to have some fun with you, Arthas...", she whispered huskily, as she cupped his face. Her fingers traced his strong jaw, angular eye browns, and perfectly shaped nose.

"You never told me how you got that scar" she whispered, as she kissed the scar on his nose.

"Shaving...", was all he could think of saying, as her treatment was clouding his mind. 'How can she have such an effect on me, even after all these years?', he wondered.

"Oh poor baby...", she whispered and gave him a searing kiss. Before he could even stop himself, the Lich King kissed her back. He no longer was a thirty one year old man possessed by an eighty year old dark Orc Shaman. He was eighteen again at the Stormwind Keep's roof top, kissing his sixteen year old secret flame for the first time instead of Jaina. And he got lost in the moment. He kissed her back with the same fervour. His arms were somehow freed from the ice, the same way Varian had freed his, and were now exploring Iris' upper body, one hand tracing her spine, while he run the other one through her red silken locks. He could not even remember how and when he lost his gauntlets. But time was running out for Iris. His most faithful lieutenants, Falric and Marwyn, became very concerned when they could no longer hear their master's whispers, so they run to the Shadow Throne room. They stopped at their tracks when they saw an Elven girl in a tight black leather attire, straddled over their master. His hands were wrapped possessively around her, exploring her scantly dressed upper body, as they kissed each other like mad. Her left arm was wrapped around his neck while her right one was lost within his silver locks as she writhed against his large body. But the most extraordinary thing of all, was that the girl was not undead nor a cultist. She looked like a Horde Rogue, judging by her attire.

"What do we do Falric? Do we interrupt them? The master appears to be enjoying himself...a lot!", Marwyn whispered at his best friend. Falric shook his head.

"I don't know Marwyn. Await orders perhaps, or see if she becomes aggressive.", Falric whispered back, and they both just stood there watching as their master was being "assaulted" by a very pretty girl. 'I wish I had a gorgeous girl like that, doing the same thing to me right now', he thought with a longing look in his eyes. Iris' Elven ears, picked up their whispers. 'Time's up', she thought, 'and when did he free his arms? I really have to perfect this spell before it becomes the end of me', she noted as she reluctantly pulled away from the Lich King's mouth who growled in protest.

"Sorry Arthas, got to go.", she whispered at him. "You still got it baby!", she winked and teleported out of there, leaving a stunned and very disheveled Lich King behind, holding on to empty air. The two Death Knights run to their master.

"My Lord, what happened, should we go after her?", they asked him. The Lich King, still looking very dazed, shook his head.

"I do not know what happened, she just appeared here, and jumped on me. Literally!", he explained as he put his Helm back on. "Send a search party after her. Bring her back to me alive and unharmed", he ordered them and waited until they left the throne room before he stood up. Any other way would have really humiliated him in front of his lieutenants.

"Iris...", he whispered, as he stood there, all alone in the Shadow Throne room. He closed his eyes and mentally scanned through all the female cultists who worshiped him. He smiled as soon as he found what he was searching for. Lauriel, a green eyed, red headed Blood Elf was in the Cathedral of Darkness performing a sermon in his name. At the Plague Works, two equally green eyed and redheaded human females were running experiments. He knew one of them but could not recall the other's name. Not that it mattered to him.

"Lauriel, Ginny! Drop what you're doing, wash up, and report to my chambers", he ordered them. "And Ginny, bring your friend too", All three cultists jumped up startled, and grinned with excitement on the prospect of bedding the master.

"Right away master", they squealed, and run to their chambers to get ready. 'Not an exact match, but they will do until the boys bring Iris to me', he chuckled as he started to walk towards his chambers.

Author's Note: Ok, I need to clear a few things.

1. Garosh does not indeed give a rat's arse about Sylvanas' honor, but Iris does, and she wanted to get back to Varian for insulting her former Ranger General too.

2. Garosh is headstrong, reckless and stupid enough to want to assassinate Varian, he even tried to kill him at the Purple Parlor, when Jaina and Rhonin had invited Varian and Thrall to discuss the Ulduar threat. And in this story, he did NOT want to assassinate Varian, but just humiliate him.

3. Teleportation around different Azeroth Capitals is very much possible. Anyone who has played a Mage knows that. A lot of things have changed, since Warcraft was just a Real Time Strategy game. One might say: "wait, Iris is a Blood Elf, she can't just teleport to Storwind!". YES, she can, she used to be a High Elf and a member of the old Alliance, and she has visited Storwind many times in the past.

4. Yes, Varian has been depressed for the past 10 years about Tiffin's untimely and unfair death. Yes, he is a lean, mean, killing machine who had survived 3 wars, Dire Maul, and the continuing prison riot under his very own city, but last time I checked, he is a red blooded male, who hasn't had any since the death of his wife, unless Valeera Sanguinar, Jaina or some the chamber maids gave him a helping hand once in a while. He has a gorgeous woman dry humping his lap, kissing and groping him. He would either have to be gay, impotent or dead, to not reciprocate. Besides, it's just a story, some poetic license is allowed.

5. Yes, Arthas does not talk like the Lich King here. Well, he is in his own home now, watching "T.V", so he could just drop the formalities for a few minutes and relax. He still has a sense of humor, after all we have amused him a lot: "Never have I had cause to regret sparing your life, mortal. Always, you find ways to amuse me.", in his own words. Twisted as it may be, it's still humor, meaning that he does not always strut around yelling "Frostmourne Hungers", or giving long speeches with that strained voice of his. He can laugh some times and speak normally. And once again, I quote: Poetic License!

6. Perhaps not every sentence is laced with humor, but this story leans more towards funny, than serious. It is not a parody, it's just gets funny at some parts, and I intend to keep it that way. My apologies to everyone who is not amused by this story.

Anyhow, I would like to thank Hawki for the concrit review and Hammer Tide and Unseemly of course, who loved the story. My apologies If I appear snappy, it's 2 am here in Greece, and I am very tired from revising this and another story.

Please enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Cheers!

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