A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.

Chapter 21

All the Elves that remained after the Sunstrider exodus gathered around the same low stone stage in the center of the encampment. There were few, less than a hundred. Fewer soldiers as well, including herself, the only defense against any threat would be a mere thirty-three magically drained Rangers. The assembled crowd was calm, though fear fluttered in all of their eyes.

Arlandria was in a hasty conversation on the stage about their current situation with Vupila and the only other Captain that remained, a fierce male Elf named Thuin. Between the three of them the debate raged as to best address the issue to the people. Thuin was in favor of militarizing all of the Elves to help their impoverished defense forces. Vupila was in favor of delaying this until they had time to form a plan. Or at least speak with the crowd to find a solution, not to them like a tryant. Arlandria was in favor of speaking as she always had, honestly and with hope. The way Sylvanas did, no deception, only hope and calls for courage.

The meeting was interrupted before a decision was reached. The intrusion came to the suprise of all, save only Arlandria. Lor'themar Theron rode on top of a hawkstrider through the side entrance. Next to him on top of his own mount was none other than Halduron Brightwing. Behind them walked fifty Farstriders clad in their infamous regalia.

The people instantly went wild with more fear. Shouts of 'traitors' and 'usurper' were being shouted towards the oncoming Farstriders. A stark fear ran through their spines that this was the beginning of a coup. Arlandria's remaining Rangers took up position to repel the exiled Elves. Bows were taunt and ready to fire as the Farstriders continued their slow advance towards the center. Thuin looked furious and was on the verge of charging the mounted Elves. Arlandria rushed down off the stage towards the middle and plead for everyone to calm down and listen.

Shouts continued on, soon the word 'heretic' was being lobbed at her. Arlandria boomed her voice loudly and managed to quell the growing madness. When all was silent and all bows were pointing down, Lor'themar and Halduron dismounted. They sincerely thanked Arlandria before taking position in the center of the stage. Vupila reluctantly made Thuin move to unclutter the stage for them.

"We have returned in our darkest hour," Lor'themar began. "Not to rule over you, but to protect you as we always have and always will."

Lor'themar continued talking over the heckles and shouts which steadily decreased as he went on. He explained the corruption and fear that weighed heavy in the Sunstrider house, as well as a need for a blame in the powerful and restless Farstriders. Among the most important parts of his speech was about his plan to retake Silvermoon permanently and rid them all of their addiction to magic. When he finished speaking there was almost no applause, then Halduron took the floor.

His words did little more to help ease the tension. Though he reaffirmed the power that the Farstriders still had, that in their heart and soul they were still no different than any Elf present here today. Halduron also spoke of there being very little threat from the undead in this area.

"They are leaderless and could not possibly be more divided," Halduron said. "Those that entered the glade were nothing more than a fluke that was dealt with accordingly."

Then Arlandria was at last ushered back onto center stage to speak on what was happening. Lor'themar embraced her, it was no secret to many Elves that they were once married. By now she had grown accustomed to the spotlight and scrutinizing stares.

"The time is over for violence amongst ourselves. Now we must heal and work together with rationally if we have any hopes to survive," Arlandria said, this time to solemn applause.

End of Chapter 21