A Simple Love
Tale
By: Rose
Everheart/The Elven Words
Notes: Lok'tar! Thankies for
taking time to read this. It is my first time writing fanfics, so
don't flame too hard, people. Also, I would like criticisms that
have an actually explanation, please. If it sucks, say so, I want to
learn from my mistakes to become an actual writer.
I will try my
best to update as soon as possible…
Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft, Blizzard, or any of that sort.
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"By
the goddess," murmured a masculine, lengthy, white haired Night Elf
as he stood by a window of an inn, "there's no way in all of
Azeroth that this could be traveling weather."
The rain
triumphed in glory over the innocent land of Menethil Harbor, and
showed no sign of mercy of stopping or slowing down. The Elven man
gave out a deep sigh and slid his hand through his long, luxurious
hair. Looking back in his room, he spotted the partially opened
letter that was addressed to him, setting upon the small desk that
was aside from his bed. Holding the piece of small parchment that was
inside of it up to his face, he read it again…and by the looks of
it, it looked like he knew the words by heart.
Sir Feredir Moongaze,
I apologize for the inconvenience and the disruption
of your R and R, but something dread has occurred. You are the only
knight that I trust for this assignment. You are a loyal, and
trustworthy friend of mine. I wish of you to report to Stormwind
ASAP, my liege. I will explain the situation from there on…
May
the Light Bathe your Path,
Ethan
Strongwill
The letter was actually from his Paladin
war mate that he met about 4 years ago when he was serving the Humans
and Dwarves…
The Elf, whose name was apparently Feredir,
slightly rolled his eyes as a sigh slipped from his lips, "I'm
too much of a nice guy…"
He started to fold the letter back
into its small package and put it in his backpack. He was already
dressed in his battle armor, which was a dragon scale mail
breastplate that was tinted with a red and black hue, matching mail
boots and shoulders, and black leather leggings and gloves. He
strapped on a long sword and a dagger to his waist and put his bow
and quiver on his back.
He was obviously a ranger. A really
handsome, young looking ranger. Even if he looked inexperienced, he
probably can defend himself well, depending on the muscle mass on his
arms and torso.
Feredir was obvious how long of a walk he has to
go to Iron Forge, since he can't take a gryphon in this
thunderstorm. Since the mission is so 'urgent', he cannot waste
another minute, even if it wastes two days of running in devious
weather. After he goes to Iron Forge, he will take a 20-minute tram
ride to Stormwind, his destination.
Gathering his belongings, he
left the inn to go to more uncomfortable place…
CRASH! Bum,
bum, bum, bum…lighting soared through the sky as thunder followed
behind it. Rain poured hard over his lengthy body as he threw his
cloak over his head.
"Moonleaf will just love this," he
said sarcastically to himself under his breath. Walking over to the
stable handler, he put two fingers into his mouth, his pointer and
thumb, and whistled. Suddenly, a silver striped Moonstalker saber cat
peeked out behind a stack of hay and giving a low growl at her
master.
"Come on, Moonleaf," he directed to what seems to be
his pet, "we have a long walk."
Moonleaf gave a loud hiss, as
if saying, "No way I'm going out in that piece of crap storm! You
must be out of your mind!"
"Fine, have it your way," Feredir
said coldly as he retrieved a black stallion from the same stable as
Moonleaf and mounted outside. The steed started to trot away without
the astonishingly large cat until…
"Raaaawr," the cat
groaned a tad as its fur dampened in the heavy, cold rain. Her paws
started to scamper a bit in the sloppy soup of mud beneath her, but
shortly got used to it.
"Knew you'd come along," Feredir
stated in a know-it-all tone.
Moonleaf gave a slight hiss, almost
insisting that she told him to shut up.
The winding road before
them was possessed by fog and mud…indeed, Moongaze was right. This
was not traveling weather…
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Somewhere
beyond the crowded streets of Stormwind, in the Cathedral District,
what seemed to be a muscular human stood in white and gold robes out
on the high balcony of the chapel. He squinted his azure colored eyes
as he peered over the human capital. His face was scarred many times
over and over, what seemed to be from war or something. The most
distinguishing scar on his face was the one that slashed from his
right temple, crossing the arch of his nose, and reaching his top
lip. By the looks of him, he looked like he was in his elder years,
depending on the wrinkles of his face and his bleached white hair
that seemed to be falling out of his scalp.
"I do hope he gets
here soon," he whispered to himself as his voice cracked in a
sorrowful manner. The man stepped back into the chapel's eerie
darkness in small limps.
"Sir Ethan," what seemed to be a
knight in plate armor kneeled before the elder paladin, "I cannot
find your daughter anywhere in the city. I apologize…"
"No
need to apologize, son. I have found someone to search for her,"
the paladin replied with a sheepish grin.
The knight stood back up
and looked at him in disbelief, "Who be this man?"
"No man,
elf," Ethan replied with content. What is said around the human
cities, you can always trust elves to do the job. What most men have
seen in them is the loyal, trustworthy, and dependent side of them.
They weren't "wild" or outrageous, or anything like that. Maybe
he seen one elf intoxicate a female harem, but that was when he was
young and inexperienced…
But that was him…the one he
assigned to do this mission. Hopefully in the past 4 years, he grew
up a tad…
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