Chapter 2: Lordareon.
He was having a riding lesson with his teacher – Uther the Lightbringer, the first and greatest paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand who is also his adopt uncle. His steed, the young stallion Invincible, looked so small in comparison with Steadfast, Uther's steed. The young human prince felt a bit ashamed but his uncle had told him that Invincible was the best steed ever, and so he hoped it would become true when the young stallion grew up.
"Today we have to return early, young Prince." Uther smiled at him. "We have to welcome our guests. The High Elves from Quel'thalas are coming to visit us."
"High Elves?" He lid an eyebrow. He had learned about them in history class, the powerful race of inhuman beings. As for what he knew, they shared the same ancestor to the creepy Night Elves, who lurked in the shadow of the night in dark forests to ambush the unlucky preys. He had always wanted to meet a high Elf to see how strange the being would be but all he had ever seen were illustrations in books, and that would never sate his curiosity. "I'm looking forward to seeing them, Uncle."
"Right, then we should better get back to the city as soon as possible. The High Elves will come at 11 in the morning." His Uncle smiled and turned his steed.
"Okay." The young Prince grinned wickedly and tightened the hold on Invincible's bridle. "Who arrives later will be the loser." He laughed childishly and kicked the hip of his steed, urging it to speed off.
The old paladin laughed amusedly and rode Steadfast to chase after his adopt nephew. "I will give you a lesson on riding, Arthas Menethil!"
When they arrived, it was still sooner than the time the High Elves promised to come, though everything had been got ready an hour before. Arthas quickly got off Invincible, led it to the stable and hurried back to his room to change clothes for the arrival of the guests. Hardly had he finished dressing in his paladin armor and tied up his shoulder-length blond hair when he heard the sound of bells ringing. The High Elves had arrived at the gate, exactly at 11. And Arthas ran like a bat out of hell to the throne hall.
His Father, King Terenas Menethil the second, gave him a strict but gentle glance to remind him not to be late and the Prince sighed in relief, feeling like he had just got a million tones off his chest.
And then, with long blow of horns, the guests came into the throne hall.
The young Prince gasped hard. By the Light, they are real, totally real right before my eyes, he thought, and they are much different from the illustrations. The way they walked was noble, their looks were elegant and gorgeous, their eyes glowed with the blue of the sky and their hair was shiny with gold and silver colors; all those features were so majestically beautiful beyond his imagination. But he realized that the illustrations were true about their ears, long over the head and pointy.
An old Elf with long silver hair, wearing the gold crown which identified him as the High ELven King, stepped up. Following him was a younger Elf with bright golden hair. Arthas was very surprised by their physical appearances, the Elven King looked equal to a thirty-year-old human, while the younger Elf only looked equal to teenage human. He had read that Elves' lifespan was different from humans' but he had never believed in that, until now. For what he had learned, the Elven King had reigned for 3000 years and just looked that young, Arthas could say that he couldn't live long enough to see the Elven King got to his old days.
The two Elves gently stepped close to the throne, but of course not too close, and they both knelt down before King Terenas, so did the other Elves. The Human King smiled and allowed them all to stand up.
"Anasterian, my old friend, you don't have to be so formal." King Terenas stood up and strode to the Elven King and hugged him in a friendly way.
"You know that I am always a humble one, Terenas." King Anasterian smiled and returned the hug.
"Alright." The Human King gently patted the Elven King's shoulder. "So how do I have the honor to have your visit today? It must be something really special."
"I just want to see if my friend is doing well. Besides…" The old Elf held a hand toward the younger one to present him. "My son, Prince Kael'thas wants to study about magic in the Violet Citadel of Dalaran. I just hope that you won't mind giving him permission."
Arthas now had a close-up view of the Elven Prince as the Elf stepped to his father's side. In the light purple robe of a mage, the Elven Prince looked charmingly handsome with shining golden hair and very well-built body. His long, nailed fingers seemed to be quite delicate, Arthas thought so but immediately took back that thought when seeing the golden Elven sword hilt stuffing under the violet cape. Arthas tried hard to hide his blushing face when Prince Kael'thas turned at him and gave him a friendly smile. He was sure that he looked terribly stupid with his own face and he was also sure that Uther was chuckling at him. For the rest time of the meeting, Arthas couldn't get his eyes off the Elven Prince.
The meeting finished, then came the feast. After the feast, the High Elves said their goodbye and rode away, doubtlessly to Dalaran, the city of magic.
And from that time, a strange feeling began to rise in the heart of Prince Arthas Menethil.
Note: Arthas was just 10 and he felt love towards Kael'thas.
Part 1 of the series will be about the day before Warcraft III, and of course, Jaina will appear later. Hope that this fic won't be so stupid.
Oh, I forgot to tell that my main pairing will be Arthas/Kael'thas, sub pairing will be Illidan/Kael'thas and Rommath/Kael'thas. Kael is always the bottom.
Please give me your review since I am not a so skilled writer. Thank you all for reading.