Chapter 24

Lunn bit her lip as she knocked on the wooden door. "Aloos?" she asked. "Aloos are you home?" She held up a large bottle. "I brought booze."

Slowly, the door opened to reveal the slim, blue skinned troll Today, Aloos was dressed in a pair of leather pants and a long sleeved, black silk shirt. His crimson red hair was tied in a ponytail, as usual, and a patch covered the empty socket that had once held his left eye.

"Were da fuck 'ave ye been, mon. 'aven't seen ye in a long while. And wat da fuck are ye wearin?" he asked in an amused tone.

The night elf was dressed in a baggy gown and overcoat. A hood tied down her elongated ears and hair. "Can I come in?" she asked.

"Yeah mon," he responded, stepping aside.

The interior of the home was warm, reminiscent of the troll's homelands no doubt. There were also delicious smells that wafted through the hallways. Few would believe that Aloos held any skill in the culinary arts. Those that tasted his roast lion chops would testify to his talents, however.

"What kinda booze ye got?" he asked eagerly.

Lunn handed him the bottle.

"Goblin rum, mon? Dis shit is good. Ye want some?"

"No."

Aloos shrugged. "More for me," he chuckled, breaking off the top and pouring a big gulp into his awaiting mouth. More than a little dribbled out of his mouth and down to his shirt.

"I would enjoy some of your tea though," Lunn said softly.

Aloos took another gulp. "Sure mon." And he walked into the kitchen. "So what ye want?" he called out from the other room. "Ye be missin Taff?"

"Actually, there's something I have to tell you," she said.

"Is dis like a chic problem? Cause I don't do chic problems. Go talk to Lizzie if dat your problem."

Lunn slowly undid the tying of her hood. "Well, the way I figure it, you're the only one who can't hate me anymore than you already do."

"Oh, don't feel bad mon. I don't like any of ye elves unless ye in mi bed. And ye 'ave ye damn morals." The troll returned from the kitchen laughing loudly. "Da tea will be done in a minute. What ye want ta say?"

The elf slipped out of the overcoat, then dropped her gown to the feet. Aloos's eye swelled in surprise. His mouth fell agape.

Lunn stroked her protruding stomach tenderly, her eyes filled with fear at what the troll would say next.

"What da fuck mon?" he asked. "How da fuck did dis 'appen? What da fuck 'appened?"

"About four months ago. When Cerberus was captured by that night elf," she started. "I was captured too."

"Yeah mon, I know," he said, his eyes transfixed, but not on her erotic areas. All he could see was her jutting gut.

"That night elf was my brother," she admitted. Words were hard. She had to swallow a sob down. "And he employed a dark troll who," she paused, "liked me."

Slow, ever so slow, Aloos approached the night elf. He stretched out a hand and touched her stomach. She recoiled for a moment, then moved closer to him. He opened his arms and allowed her to cry.

Somewhere far off, the teapot whistled.

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"So what ye goanna do mon?" Aloos asked.

Lunn looked down at the tea, the warmth of the drink tingled her palms, and her gaze fell past the cup and to her protruding skin. She sipped the tea tenderly, but it tasted odd, different somehow. Her breasts were already swollen and soar. "I don't know."

"'ave ye told anyone?"

"No," she said quickly. "You're the only person that knows. I haven't even been able to tell Taff."

"Dat's good mon. Ye can't tell no one bout dis. Anyone finds out, and ye dead. 'alf breed babies aren't loved in any society."

"I know."

"Dis is a dark troll's baby? A dark troll was da sire?"

Lunn nodded.

"No one can find out bout dis. Da Horde accepted ye as a defector, but dis ting will get ye killed."

"I know," she grunted, quaking in anger. A tear sparkled in the corner of her eye. "What would you do? If your sister got raped by an elf, and she had something growing inside of her, what would you tell her?"

Aloos thought for a long while, took a chug of the alcohol, then looked at Lunn. "I'd ask if she wants da baby. Cause if she didn't, dere are tings dat can be done. And if she did, dere be tings dat can be done too."

"And if she said yes? I mean, if she said she doesn't want to kill it?"

"Dere be places she could go. Places nobody could find 'er, places nobody ever looks. And, if she really wants da baby, den I would 'elp 'er."

"Aloos, if anyone finds out, you'll be put to death right alongside me."

The troll shrugged nonchalantly. "I 'ad a good run. Besides, nobody will find out. Ye go back ta ye house and keep layin low. And once Taff comes back, we leave."