Title: Thou arth annoying

Genre: Humor / Fantasy

Pairings: Findan x Raelag, ZOMG.

Warnings: Elves cursing, sexy Clan Lords, annoying goatees and shields as big as dinner plates. Yaoi, but not extreme….or is it?

Summary: Findan knows for a fact that Dark elves and wood elves will never be good friends. The only reason he knows is because of their differences when it comes to religion, but when he finds himself stuck with a sexy but haughty Clanlord, he realizes that there are thousands of other reasons why.

Disclaimer: I don't own any version of Heroes of Might and Magic, as much as I don't own Death note. Must you take away everything I have?

Party poopers

It had taken Findan a full minute before he could finally take his eyes away from Zehir, who, surprisingly, turned out to be the youngest Arch mage in the century- and the most undisciplined he had seen. Zehir was brash, overconfident, and though he was intelligent and reasonable (even if he always had his annoying side comments and such), there were times when he would become childish...understandable for an eighteen year old, but he was a mage. Findan had come across plenty of mages before- and none of them were as unbehaved, so to say, as Zehir. Despite this, having the young Arch mage still had its advantages; after all, he was the best, being a great mage's son and all, winning through ranks with his prodigious skill.

It wasn't a good time to have a small misunderstanding or mishap in the threesome group of theirs, especially with almost the whole of the Griffin Empire against them. So Findan chose to ignore Zehir's attitude and tolerated the bothersome quips that would issue out after a battle or two- and Godric did the same. The elf wasn't surprised with that since the old knight had experience with troublesome children, unlike Wood elves like himself, who preferred silence and order to be one with nature.

He was returning from his patrol around the streets that connected one Griffin town to another when a messenger came to him and brought him news he hadn't been expecting. Godric had been the one who sent the man, and the poor peasant almost tumbled in most words on the parchment he read from. The news brought was simple yet alarming; there had been an encampment of Dark Elves nearby Talonguard, and hostility wasn't impossible from the said group. Immediately Findan had asked the man to lead him to the intruders, and by the time he got there Zehir and Godric were waiting for him.

"Hey Findan, guess what. These Party poopers are the same creeps who helped our Isabel long ago," Said Zehir once the Elf reached earshot. Findan frowned at that, looking from the Arch mage to Godric. "Is this true?" he asked. Godric nodded grimly, his eyes intent on the pale group. "They're most probably on Isabel's side," he replied. "But maybe there'd be a chance of Alliance…if ever they find our story believable. "

How could they not? Findan thinks as Godric made his way to speak to the intruding group. Surely they've heard of the prophecy.

But as they came closer to seeing if the group was indeed friendly, Findan found himself praying that they weren't. It was easier for him to fight against a band of Dark Elves than befriending them.

Sadly, the latter being the exact thing that was meant to happen.