My Elven warlord can't be this cute!

Tiffania Westwood needed a familiar, she just didn't know it yet. Who is a better familiar for an innocent elf maiden than a King of Elves? The Witch King, of course! To Malekith at least the trees didn't have eyes and no Chaos Daemons were in sight.

Warnings: see chapter 1, I'm wrecking Warhammer lore as I yet have to read the Sundering series.

Disclaimer: Don't own shit except the belief that Malekith is entitled to tendies and Mommy's milkies

Chapter 5: In Academic Pursuits

"Wake up fa-ugh!" shouted the child and Alarielle simply willed the drapes to wrap the annoying little human in a cocoon, surrounding her so that only strands of her pink hair were visible from fabric. The elven queen turned from her simple cot and opened her eyes, greeting the warm rays of the sun with a small smile tugging on her lips.

It was a beautiful new day on this world and yet the Everqueen felt great melancholy in her heart, these past days had brought nothing more than the incessant ramble of the human chit who still foolishly proclaimed herself her master, despite the difference in powers, knowledge and even attitude of what was expected of a powerful sorceress. The Asur had tried to gently coax this wayward human from her false beliefs, but it was impossible to make the girl budge.

"Good morning to you too Louise" she bid the girl welcome, showing no hostility in her voice, lacing it. Rather than pity for the human as her mind was so shrouded by her own hostility, desperation and most of all worry. Alarielle wondered just what worried the girl so much but ignored in favour of doing her morning routine of stretches and ceremonial prayers to Isha, before calling forth the spirits of the forests.

"Come here little ones" she called to nothingness, yet the room was slowly filled with small balls of light that reflected the colours of rainbow. They crawled through the windowsill, leaving small trails of light behind them and in a mere moment Alarielle was surrounded by the small lights, pivoting and rotating around her like moons around this strange world. With a gentle smile, the Asur gathered some of the spirits in her palms and caressed them, laughing as these spirits of the forest played with her. However, this finding wasn't as joyful when she realized that no one cared for these adorable forest spirits. It was as if humans were blind to their entire existence. This thought brought sadness to the Queen as theses little creatures were magnificent and friendly, knowing human nature, maybe it was for the best that these little creatures remained invisible to the mayflies.

A knock on the door alerted the woman and immediately glamour was back once again. While she detested the need to cover her ears for the sensibilities, it was far better than to deal with harassment and attempted murder at the hands of these insipid magelings and their pets.

"Who is it?" she called as she sat up from the bed, covering her body with the blanket as she shooed the forest spirits with a smile from her room. Outside the room came a stutter and an explanation

"It's Siesta, Lady Alarielle!" came the sound from the behind the door and with a flick of her wrist the doors opened its locks and let the frightened human girl in. Siesta walked in with the clean sheets and almost dropped them in shock as she saw the Vallerie heiress tied up in the drapes.

"Oh my Goodness!" gasped the maid as she looked between her and the aristocrat, who was acting beneath her station, swearing and cursing as she struggled through the binds.

"Is it alright to keep her like that my lady?" she asked and Aralielle nodded with a smile and beckoned the human to dress her. While it was beneath all of her standards, the woman's hands were rougher than those of elven make, her efforts alone to get the elven woman properly dressed was commendable enough for the Everqueen to disregard her human origin.

With the sun shining through the window it looked that the day would be just fine.

Few miles from the academy a hunk of rock flowed neared. On it, in the little house one and a half elves practiced. Outside on the lawn two large rings were drawn inside one and the other and in the middle clad in a loose shirt and pants the blonde girl panted heavily as she tried to continue the set of actions her repeated.

"This is not how one dances to the Triumph of Asuryan!" Malekith chastised her as he repeated the complex and elaborate series of punches and kicks, body contorting as if made from water, weaving and dancing around the circle.

"See!" he called out to Tiffania, who struggled to keep her body bent backwards as her muscles struggled. With a yelp, the girl fell back on her back, rubbing her hurting calves as some tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.

"I can't do it! How will this help me become a better wizard?" she cried and was immediately confronted by the Witch King, who continued to mercilessly grill her "First you must train the body so that the mind can follow it! I have seen to many mages fall because their body was weak and you asked me to make you strong!" he barked as he started to from the beginning the series of complex moves that looked more like a dance than arts of fighting, yet she had to admit that these sequences pushed her to her very limits.

"Rise up Tiffa!" he commanded her and the half elf struggled to rise from her position. Focusing and clenching her muscles trying to rise up from the ground. The girl felt the burn of her poor abused muscles, yet refused to bow, looking to the other elf, who looked at her with undisguised interest. Now another source of energy was present, the hope from Malekith's recognition and praise, which were some of the most prized things Tiffania would have.

With struggle she rose up and continued the dance Malekith was performing herself. Despite the pain she focused on her magic, feeding on the almost limitless power to heal her sore body and force through the movements.

She rose like a tide and flew like wind; her arms becoming flames of volcanoes and legs the quakes of the earth. With every move, more of her magic came to life, glowing in her blue eyes that now sparked with electricity as the very air charged around them.

"Now you are improving," Malekith's eyes softened "But it was still sloppy. Again!" he barked, and a wry grin stretched on his lips.

Tiffania blanched and nodded, stepping back into her stance and trying once again as Malekith started to chant in his native tongue. He refused to slow down, but no longer the half elf would only watch as they performed. The distance still was incredibly vast for her to catch up on him, but no longer was it unreachable. As they could see the structure of the academy from the sky far, far away, Malekith whistled to the half-elf to take a break from her training, taking a moment to appreciate just how hard of a worker the girl was, how the sweat glistened on her pale skin, the tunic clinging to her body, the peaks of her breasts seen through the fabric. Immediately the Witch King turned, chastising himself that she was still a child by his standards and much too weak to ever be a contender for his affections, yet she reminded him of someone long dead.

Refusing to entertain such thoughts, the Witch King summoned the buckets of water outside near the wooden bath they had carved during their little stop in the morning. If they were meeting the humans who presided over this institution, Malekith wanted to look presentable and clothes never should be worn when one was filthy with their own sweat.'

"Thanks!" The elf girl smiled and went for the towel hanging from the clothesline as the Witch King poured the buckets into the makeshift tub. Avoiding the splashing his clothes, the elf stepped back from the tub and concentrated, slowing the speed of the house. While it was not taxing his reserves, he felt that there was no need to rush their approach to the magic school. Now instead of flying, it merely glided in the blue sky, just below the clouds.

The heir of Aenarion continued to watch Tiffania behind the cover of dying sheets. He took off his own black robe, revealing the white undershirt. After all the sun was almost nigh unbearable as of now.

"Hey Mal!" Tiffania shouted "I'm ready"

Malekith expected many things in his life, but the sight of the half-elf clad in only a single towel appearing made the horrible Druchii turn immediately. While back in Naggarond he wasn't missing debauchery and sights of naked flesh, but those were trained courtesans, killers and whores who flaunted their flash for scraps of power. With them it was crystal clear and yet most likely Tiffania did think nothing of it, judging how shamelessly she jumped in the water, uncaring that the splashing had soaked him also. The Giant of an elf kept his back turned, not willing to discover that while his mind rejected her, his body would want to possess her- body and soul.

"Huh, why aren't you looking?" Tiffania asked and the male elf clenched his fists, damn her innocence. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he tried to explain.

"Well because it is improper to look at others when they are bathing" he explained and realized how lame he sounded. However even the girl herself believe it enough, rising from the bathtub she rested onto it's edge and with one dainty hand pulled at his shirt.

"Even if I want you to?" she asked innocently and Malekith knew that there was no way for him to escape her clutches.

"Especially" he said to Tiffania, who wasn't expecting this response "In our culture it is not proper to display our bodies so brazenly to others, only when a conception of a child is imminent" hearing these words she grew pale and then immediately flushed, before sinking into the tub.

Hearing the splash, the Witch King decided to capitalize on his success of his little lie and turned to his unwitting apprentice with a smile and eyes full of faked desire "If that is what you want, then I would be more than happy to grant this fervent wish of yours-"

"N-No!" the half elf maiden scrambled to the other side of the tub, flushed scarlet "I'm too young to have a child and the world would be dangerous for him" Tiffania explained only then realizing what sort of mistake she had committed and clasped her hands around her mouth.

"So you have already thought of a name?" Malekith refused to stop, when he saw her expression, yet he thought that he had wasted enough time already for the moment and made a note to himself to tease her some more when they had more time.

"Disregard my question but do bathe quickly as we have to get your sister quickly when we reach the academy" the Phoenix King spoke and briskly walked back into the house, leaving the blonde girl in the bath before she could recover from her stupor.

Closing the door Malekith imagined that the he didn't dread this thought or was disgusted with it, merely curious if it was possible, for they were two completely different beings. In his head he went through the motions of this intended visit and started to lightly mediate, opening himself to the Dhar that gathered around him and was guiding him to another, where coincided with this human retainer of Tiffania's that was on the grounds, so that left out the option of decimating the place to weaken this human countries next magical talent until his inevitable conquest.

Strangely his hand didn't burn this time, huh. A smirk was on Malekith's lips.

Alarielle couldn't believe the audacity of these human mages! To have the gall to try and coerce, her a queen to act like a common household pet and do tricks for their princess! She had already informed them of their decision, but of course the reason for this was her damned "master" for the girl was apparently a child of a duke and was expected to become a force be reckoned with, but that was unlikely as the child could only cast faulty explosions from Dhar, which she wielded like the most awful of Druchii.

"Please" the child begged outside her door, once again interrupting her meditation. With a long suffering sigh, she waved her hand and the girl was dragged into the room. Shock clear on her face.

"I-I know I've been annoying and rude" she stuttered, trying to appear brave, but the Asur saw through her, especially her bluff and façade underneath she was a little scared girl, desperate to be something. Alarielle might have understood her and maybe even tried to get along with her, but the sheer fact that she was unwilling to treat her like someone with her own agency, ruptured all of the good intentions from her side.

"I know I have no right to ask this, since I spirited you away from your home" Alarielle now laughed, maybe out of hysteria or the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

"If anything child you saved me" she said morosely, much to Louise's befuddlement. It was not like she did not know her name, just that she hadn't earned her respect to use it.

"W-What?" the poor girl was stunned, but the Everqueen didn't let it go to her head.

"As I explained to your tutors before, I had used my last desperate spell so careen me into the foul realm of Chaos, lest my body and soul would be defiled by the hated foe that had broken our lands with their numbers for the first time in millennia and our guardian betraying us by sundering the our golden fleets. By your interference and that of my gods I am here but let me repeat that you cannot order me around when our powers differ so much!" she told the pinkette the short version the Asur had told the headmaster, even if he didn't believe her. Of course his opinion mattered little to her as she had no love for them like Teclis did.

"What did you want of me? Previously you insinuated me to be a cheap pet for your whims, but let us see if you can word your request better this time around." The sorceress crossed her arms and waited for the child to make her request, if she did it reasonably, who knew maybe she would even oblige.

Something flashed in the eyes of this young girl and underneath the bratty exterior and complexes miles deep, there was a steel to her. She balanced her composure and looked her in the eye directly and spoke softly, yet with unflinching ambition.

"I, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, third daughter of Duchess Karin, runic name "Heavy Wind", I beg you Alarielle, the Everqueen of the Asur beg you, my superior in magic, to lend me your power for this day. The princess is my childhood friend and if I impress her, my family will spare me the disownment or the punishment of becoming a nun. I once more implore you to help me attend the familiar ceremony, not as a familiar, but as a fellow mage to show our world that you are a force to be reckoned with!" Nearly out of breath Louise finished and Alarielle was impressed as she did show her a great deal of humility, whilst her words were careful enough to treat her with the proper reverence, maybe she would have passed the trials when first a noble scion of the Asur would start to learn their customs.

At age of ten years.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked and Louise was silent. The Everqueen could already see the girl thinking and overthinking what she had asked of her. A little bit of pride surged through the elf and maybe she could now see what Teclis saw in these little, short lived beings. Beings whose time on their world was too short to be used in nothing but grasping at things, they elves, took for granted.

A smile graced the features of Alarielle as she listened to just what Louise had in mind, as the child started to recount her ideas for the exhibition. Outside the room Siesta waited, listening to every word and vowing that whatever was needed she would do to help her after she had been saved from the lecherous Count.

Looking at the clock at the end of the hall, the maid saw that the time was nearing for the exhibition and risking reprimand, barged into the room. Sending Louise into an ungovernable rage and making the elvish woman merely to raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, maid" Louise hollered "You just can't barge in here! I should have you punished for it!" and crossed her arms over her underdeveloped chest.

"But you'll be late, my lady! The exhibition in due in less than ten minutes!" She said bowing and this time it was Louise's time to scream as she couldn't afford to miss the event. Bolting straight up from chair, the girl grabbed the hand of the Everqueen and rushed out of the room as fast as her little legs could carry her. It certainly looked comical as the height difference between was huge and Siesta wisely kept her mouth shut and looked at the somewhat tidy room and was glad that she had little to tidy there.

Louise and Alariell blanched as they saw the already sizeable crowd that had gathered between the pavilion where the familiars and their masters waited. The older students saw Louise and started their usual jeers, but somehow their lips couldn't move, as if sewn shut by some invisible force that accompanied the strange duo. With quiet grace the elvish woman walked behind the rushing human and somehow everyone in her path gave her way as if not by their will. While Louise had to elbow and kick to push through, the Asur required no such barbarity to get her way. Soon both were in the pavilion and with little curiosity Alarielle gathered in her eye the present familiars. Some were little more than harmless animals, while one blue haired girl had managed to summon a dragon, naturally it was nothing like Tyrion's noble comrade, but much more impressive than anyone had, well except her.

There both girls waited until a redheaded girl with big breasts and small blue haired girl approached them. It was clear that she was envious of both, but different reasons, yet both were beneath her notice.

"Hey Zero" The redhead called and it was enough to reverse all the progress she had with the pinkette, who now had stormed over to them. Alarielle sighed and patiently awaited her turn.

As she stood there the concentration of Dhar came closer and closer, just hovering outside her range of influence. It frustrated that whoever was capable of marshalling such force to rival her was just outside of her influence. She knew not what they were for, but once she had made her statement, then the Queen of Asur would find them. Hope in her heart had died as she now realized that it could not have been Tyrion, for if he had his prowess with a blade and tactics, he was no mage, that honour belonged to his brother.

Now steeled her heart and having lost all hope, the Everqueen knew not what to do, except to find this strange man and then see just what Isha and Asuryan had given them.

"Now presenting- Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière" the announcer called "Runic name- Zero!"and immediately Louise scrambled back to her side, before nodding her to follow. Alarielle pinched the bridge of her nose, Isha help her!

She walked out of the pavilion dispelling her glamour that appeared like a shower of sparks, revealing her pointy ears and glowing eyes. Silence reigned in the exhibition, not because of any spell, but simply because they were stunned. Everyone, except the headmaster who regarded her with a glare.

"My noble ladies and lords" Louise spoke loudly "I present to you not a familiar, but a queen of Elves!" Shouts started and both master and the familiar paid them no heed.

"She has agreed to show you here a sliver of her might" Alarielle thought her invocations and raised her staff high in the air "Yet which is above those of anyone gathered here!" she shouted and all hell broke loose as roots underneath the ground tore up the wooden floor. Like tentacles they weaved up and up, swirling and freezing. Making steps, armrests and finally a throne that would tower even above the stands where even the Queen herself sat.

Even Louise hadn't expected this, the Everqueen smirked and with another wave of her staff, the throne bloomed. Colours of all over rainbow blossomed over the throne, covering the dark roots with flowers and soft leaves. From the soil multiple figures rose, made from wood these creatures vaguely resembled the Valkyries of De Garmont heir, but they looked more fierce and wild with their gnarled weapons cast from wood and stone, dripping with toxic sap.

"I give you the Asur Everqueen, Alarielle the Radiant!" finished Louise and no one could say anything. But how could they? The elf had scoured through the library and found the human magic lacking. She knew that some would accuse them of heresy, but with such powerful ally in their corner , none would doubt their power. Even the Human Queen was mute, yet unlike others, her face showed childlike surprise at the magic seen before her.

With the silence reigning in her makeshift court, Alarielle relaxed in her throne, yet a shadow slowly had come over her.

In the air, on a chunk of earth and stone flew a cottage. On a rock stood an elf with black wild hair and flowing black, coat while an elven woman waited in the background clad in a blue dress. From her position she could only make out his glowing jade like eyes.

"Alarielle of Asur!" The stranger bellowed in his magically ensorcerered voice and clouds gathered overhead. A pit in her stomach grew as the realization started to dawn upon her. As the thunder behind him cracked a demonic visage resurfaced in her mind that had haunted ever since she had first seen Tyrion. He lacked the monstrous visage of steel and his hellish dragon steed but she could recognize that vile rasp of Eltharin anywhere.

"It seems that Asuryan has given me the Everqueen on a golden plate! Who am I to spite the Eaglefather's generosity?!" Behind him a spectral visage of his demonic former visage formed in the sky and Lightning started to strike around them as the winds started to howl.

The house landed with a thud on some hapless bystanders and immediately a blazing ring of violet flame enveloped the edge of the dwelling and from the flames stepped Malekith, clad in his horrendous armour, Destroyer in his right hand and his left ablaze with foul flame. On his head blazed the circlet of wrought iron.

"This time I will avenge Finubar and make sure that the Phoenix King sires the next Everqueen!"

Behind him, through the flames she could see the elf girl, on her knees, face streaming with tears and muttering hopelessly. Alarielle had heard of his escape from the Realms of Chaos, but this time she would make sure Malekith would not return to dominate their kin.

The last Everqueen of the Asur raised her staff which crackled with energy and her minions stood their ground rising their weapons against their eternal foe.

In the pandemonium one thing was clear, war had come to Haggelkenia, from another world bringing its fiercest conquerors and sorcerers.

As the Witch King started his own invocation of destruction, a single thought invaded his mind. Sorrowfully, in canopy of two voices they asked a single question

"Malekith, why?"

The mark of eagle on his hand had now turned red and depicted a scorpion, posing to strike.

A.N: LEEET'S Get REAADY TO RUMMBLE! In the ROIIGHT CORNER We have the certified Motherfucker and daemontamer Malekith the Eternity King, who has come to his fight to snag half elves and kick ass, but he has already snagged his half elf! In the LEEEEFT CORNEEER is the Queen Bee of the Asur, Alarielle the Radiant, the Elf Sufragette to lead where her pussy of a husband fears to tread, banger of heroes this lady is no damsel in distress!

Next Chapter: What's up with Mal? Why is Tiffa crying? And why did I start to rack up the body count so quickly?

Have a nice day, leave me a comment to tell me how I'm doing and now I'm off to write about vampires again! (20th reviewer gets a reward!)

-Spook