~Milsem~

Turlock was distance during the day as they fought against the endless monsters and bad guys in the swamp. He had received two letters from home which had left him in the semi foul mood he currently hovered. Every time she brought up the whole subject he would drop into the icy silence or walk away with a shake of his head.

When they were alone, he would just lean on her staring at something before he would just fall asleep. He wasn't eating much, and his face was even more pale than usual. His healing even had taken a bitter tone, most mornings he would just kneel in prayer but wouldn't get the glow from the Light.

Fed up with this current rut they had fallen into, she wanted her husband back. Now. "What is it?" She asked wrapping her arms around him so he could wiggle away. He didn't put up a fight, only wrapped his arms around hers and his head leaned on her shoulder. "I am worried, Turlock. It has been days since we said more than five words to each other." She had always thought it would be Cadtal that would cause them trouble.

They had not seen Cadtal since that faithful day in Hellfire, he had been fighting with demons and getting himself into some serious trouble from what she had heard. The commander in Hellfire was more than happy to split the team up upon her request, back then. She had heard several nasty reports he was regretting the choice of who he sent away.

Turlock sighed. "My parents," he whispered hugging her arm tighter as if she would protect him from the demons inside him. "Our union had reached their ears and they are not happy."

"Arrow to their knee," she grunted. "We are happy and that is all that matters."

Turlock twisted around and peered into her face for a moment as if her words were a foreign concept. "They are threatening to remove me from the House. I will have nothing."

"You will have me," she whispered kissing his forehead then nibbled on his ear making him squirm. Once she stopped he settled closer to her like he used to do. It felt comforting to the warrior and her heart swelled with love for the sin'dorei. "We live on our salaries from the Horde currently. I don't see them out here making us more comfortable."

His head dropped against her shoulder. "It is my family name. My peoples traditions that they are threatening to take away."

Milsem was quiet for a moment, her mind turning this information around slowly. It seemed to be a bad spot for anyone to be in. She would be lost if her family decided to abandon her because of a personal choice such as marriage. She would not back down from it, ever. "I only see two options, either try and talk some sense into them or just let them take it away."

"I know," he grumbled. "I don't know what to do, Mil. I been raking my brain for days trying to see which was the better option."

Her fingers slipped through his hair. She had been given plenty of strange expressions from her brothers. They warmed to Turlock upon hearing the war stories she had offered in abundance during their short time with her clan. Once they were sure he wasn't some wimp that needed her to take care of him, even seen him rushing into battle beside his wife cutting down enemies in their path. Yes, he had gain support of her clan in a flash. "Then we will go and talk to them, if they cannot see reason then we will walk away. My family has more than accepted you as one of them. If family is that important to you then embrace them. You are not alone, Turlock. Never alone."

Turlock hummed as she continued to caress his hair and relaxed against her. "I'll do that."

Using the portal from Shattrath, Milsem let her husband step through first before following close behind. She held her stomach and leaned on the wall waiting for the queasiness to wear off. Taking a few cleansing breaths to settle her system from the sudden shift of climate and sea level, Milsem groan and a wipe of a hand over her head. "That sucked." She didn't remember it being so bad before, it had to be the whole effects of being in Outland. Somewhere among all the briefings there was something mentioned about portal usage would be a little rougher on the body.

Turlock snorted. "That was indeed very unpleasant, I blame the Dark Portal for this," he said shaking his fist in the general direction of the massive structure.

When an invitation for his sister's wedding finally caught up with them a week ago, they both knew that it was time. He didn't talk about his family much and always skirted around the subject with his wild and charming elfin ways. She would fall for it every time, how could she refuse him when he gave her that look? It had been almost nine weeks since their sudden union when they were finally rotated out for downtime. Just in time for the wedding of the older sibling.

Holding hands they moved toward the interior of the city. They carried their bags and still wore their armor which seriously needed repairs and a healthy cleaning. Silvermoon hadn't changed, since the last time she had graced this place with her father before her om'riggor, like most old cities she was pretty sure it was incapable of change. It was one of those things that most took for granted and gave the place feel like home.

The first stop was the armor to leave their suits for the needed overhaul, weapons went to the blacksmith for sharpening and work. She could see the fear and concern in Turlock's eyes and hovering on his person as they left the city proper and made their way around to the Falconwing Square. The sin'dorei had purged the place of the roughens that had held up there and began to rebuild the homes on the walls of the area. They were grand buildings and the whole place was a huge construction site.

The Square had been cleaned and the festive arrangements had been set up against the backdrop of the piles of brick and timber beyond. The few massive statues still stood in place, a few were receiving much needed repairs. Paper lanterns and strings of lights littered the area, tables and chairs were arranged most were still empty as the people were huddled in groups about the place. Jolly music beat from a small band who was enjoying themselves.

Milsem felt out of place at this sudden affair, everyone was wearing elaborate outfits and there was nothing causal appearing about it. She had all but stepped from the battlefield to this elegance and she felt even more dirty than normal. Not that she cared for herself, but for Turlock. She glanced at her husband, she pulled him to a stop and brushed some dirt from his cheek. "How are you doing?"

"I wish it was over with," he grumbled.

Turlock's arm was seized and the two men moved away from the party. They marched around the brick and stone pieces that were being shaped to give the grand house a facelift. Milsem followed the pair through double doors into a room near the foyer. The place had seating and a fireplace, she glanced around the odd formal room when Turlock wrenched his arm free. "Father."

"Turlock," Talilras said evenly, his facial features were much like Turlock's save a bit older. His hair was shorter and dressed in the dark gold and reds of the Thundermyth House.

Turlock took a deep breath. "Father, I would like you to meet…."

"I was pretty sure to be getting a message that you found some way to escape from returning. I don't get why you hate visiting your own family, Turlock."

Milsem was starting to see it clearly why he was avoiding this so hard.

"Father, this is my wife, Milsem." Turlock stated quickly.

Talilras' eyes almost bulged from his face and his jaw dropped. "An orc?" He breathed glancing at the female. He sank to the nearest chair as if gravity was too much to bare, mumbling under his breath as he stroked the puff of facial hair on his chin.

"We are in love," Turlock stated as if that might somehow make it all better.

Milsem's heart soared at the firm statement, she squeezed his hand softly to give comfort and courage. This was his fight and she was forced to stand on the sidelines and cheer him on. She wasn't going to be silent for long, these people needed a swift kick of reality. Life was changing and it had been since the explosion of the Sunwell.

Finally, the head of the Thundermyth House rose, his gaze met Milsem. "So, what do you want to leave my family alone?"

Milsem might have found this comical if her anger wasn't in an instant boil. Want? She had she wanted, she didn't do all she did for money or riches. She had the sin'dorei's heart that was more precious to her than anything this man could give her.

"What?" Turlock gasped. "Father, that is beyond reason."

Soft footsteps brought another closer to the door, the draft of a scent of lavender.

"Is this the one?" A woman demanded as she entered the space, her thick green skirts whispering against the area rugs. Her brown hair styled in a twist with soft curls framing her face. Milsem turned just in time to see the anger turn to horror as she beheld the orc. She sank into the nearest chair clutching at her heart, tears were slow yet they came. "My poor child has crossed the line and now he is tainted forever." She made a audible effort to breath. "My poor baby falling into this devils traps." The woman wailed in her native language, a slender finger aimed at Milsem. "Now no worthy woman will want him."

Turlock whispered something as his face peered at the ceiling.

Milsem was flabbergasted, she was had not encountered such a scene in all her days. None of her training really covered this mess she currently stood. She did, however, want to find a piece of cloth to shove in the woman's mouth. She felt Turlock brush against her arm, her dark eyes rested upon him. They both gave the other a helpless look before turning back to the parents.

His mother leaned against the back of the chair as her gaze went to her husband, who was watching the whole episode with practiced calm. Mislem felt a bit of amusement bubble inside, the poor man had to deal with that on a daily bases. "I told you if he hung around those other races, he would fall into their demonic ways. It was only a matter of time. I blame you for this horror that has been inflicted."

The heated gaze returned to Milsem, Talilras was calm and collected compared to his sobbing wife. "Name your price. I will pay you anything to make this little indiscretion go away."

Milsem shook her head, there was no way she was going to give up Turlock for any amount of coin. Not after she had fought so hard to get to this point. "I will not accept your offer."

"You plan to drag his good name through the mud on some principle that you have the right to bed with anyone?" he demanded with his wife practically screaming a prayer of strength.

The high pitch of her voice began to rattle Milsem's frayed nerves, her fingernails dug into her palms in an effort not to punch her mother in law.

"Do not worry," Talilras said. "I will find her weakness. Orc's will sell their mother for the right price."

This whole situation was getting way out of perspective, it had been calmed before the banshee entered the conversation. "You do not understand," Milsem barked over the wailing sending a glare toward the woman who continued her pleas to the heavens. It was hard to swallow that she was being mashed into the whole orc race. Sure, there were bad apples, they spring in every culture. She didn't think she would even think of selling her mother.

"I understand plenty!" Talilras shouted over the woman who was growing slowly quiet.

Milsem's gaze held his for a long while gritting her teeth. This was not how it was suppose to be going, the Blood Elves were a tricky lot she knew that from birth. She had heard of stories that she always believed were rubbish, especially meeting and falling in love with Turlock. He wasn't like most, simply because he had a heart and used his head. He was more orcish than his true race.

"You enter our lives to destroy us. You and your liberal thinking, trying to corrupt our good house name."

Milsem's rage bubbled inside her like a volcano ready to erupt, it built so fast it almost hurt. She needed this madness to end or both of these people may be dead before reason could be reach. She opted for the nearest piece of furniture, her fists slammed against the surface causing everything to jump, including many of the sin'dorei that were hovering about. She fixed her gaze upon Talilras, her breath coming in and out in a rush. "I will say this only once, so listen very closely." The tug of need to tear things apart grew stronger to the point Milsem shook with need. "The only thing I have done with Turlock is loving him. I have protected him to the best of my ability. It is more than I can say for a lot of people out there. If you can't see reason and celebrate our union, I promise you we will not return to this place." The lack of activity cooled Milsem's fires and she was able to wrangle her emotions under control.

"You mean…" Mother stated as she pushed herself forward in the chair hand outstretched. She withdrew before contact was made, clearly afraid to touch.

"I will turn away from the House and all the responsibilities in favor of my wife," Turlock stated evenly, his facial features hard and cold. "She is apart of my life and nothing is going to change that."

"But," Talilras stated quickly. "She will not live as long as you. Turlock, end this before you have to bury her."

"There are no promises she will die first, we are warriors she and I. We both have equal chance of dying tonight or tomorrow. I will not give her up," he grabbed her hand and smiled at her, she returned the grin patting her hand. Finally, he turned back to his parents. "So, do we leave now or shall we attempt to be civil for this wedding?"

"Most of the house is under construction, we are using this inn until after the wedding," the woman said than waved for him to go. "Check in with the innkeeper and secure a room."

"Really, Mother," Turlock grumbled. "I am not going to sleep on the streets."

She gave him a disgusted look. "Well, dinner is in a few hours. The rooms are already paid for, you might as well use one to rest and clean up before the event."

Milsem followed Turlock into the inn thanking all the elements and gods there was in the universe that she didn't have such a mother. She stepped inside through the blue fabric that hung in the doorway. The brown hair sin'dorei looked up from her work at the counter as the entered. "Turlock? Is that you?" The innkeeper cried moving toward him and threw her arms about his neck before he could answer.

"Lilly, it has been ages," he said after she released him. "I haven't seen you since..." His brain failed to bring back such memories.

"Since before you started hacking down everything with your pointy knife." She said with a laugh.

"Working at the inn huh?" Turlock said in effort to change the subject, stepping away from her need to be inches from him.

Lilly glanced around and nodded. "It may not be as heroic as what you do, but it keeps me out of trouble." She made a grab for his hands when he moved away again closer to the orc.

Milsem's cold glare met positively confused Lilly's.

"You out of trouble? Is that even possible?" Turlock in a way to keep things lighthearted.

Lilly laughed with a shake of her head. "We are going to have to catch up on everything before you leave again."

"Yes, I would like that very much." By the tone of his voice, Milsem knew that was the last thing he wanted to do. "A room, please."

Lilly glanced about and shook her head. "Listen to me talking about all this when you are carrying so much. Let me show you to your room and let you get settled."

Turlock watched his childhood friend move to the stairs with an extra swing in her hips. He glanced at his wife with a roll of his eyes.

Milsem hasn't seen such a display in a long time, it would have been amusing if it wasn't aimed at her husband. She wanted to grab the woman and break every bone in her body then thrown her down the steps for good measure.

Lily opened an empty room and stepped inside, out of habit she went to the bed and fluffed the pillows and smoothed the royal blue coverings. "I think this one will do nicely for you. It overlooks the square."

The theme of the room was the mighty bear, everything possible could be carved with that image was. Milsem peered through the window at the square which held many of his relatives that were now gathering. Turlock's parents had returned to the party, both were carrying glasses of wine.

"Thank you," he said peeling off his heavy travelers pack dropping it on the table with a thump.

Milsem turned to find Lilly inches away from Turlock. "If you need anything," her fingers barely touched his right ear. "Anything at all, you let me know."

Rage warmed Milsem's system and she manually grabbed the elf and all but shoved her out of the room slamming the door between them. That was overstepping bounds for anyone married or not. She has seen desperation played out before it was annoying. Women didn't need to throw themselves at men like that it was sickening.

"When did she get so bold?" He whispered after listening to her footsteps retread, he turned to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I have a feeling, this is only going to get worse."

"I am sorry," she whispered rubbing his back. "I thought they would be normal."

Turlock chuckled sitting on the bed. "We are talking about my family not yours. Mine has under minded schemes and plots that will test our resolve in ways we cannot phantom."

Milsem grunted and worked herself out of the travel pack and peered into the washroom that held a huge tub. She made a mental note to make full use of that feature after dinner, it was one of their favorite moments just soaking in the tub together.

A sharp knock on the door brought her out of her contemplations, Turlock stepped to the door and opened it getting a face full of dust, and he backed off clawing at the sand in his eyes. He coughed and sputtered. The two young boys laughed at the pain Turlock was in waiting for the dust to take effect. "I bet he has a lot of cool things in his pack."

"Get out of here," Turlock growled unable to see.

"Don't worry, the sleeping dust will put him to sleep," the second said with a laugh eyeing the pack like it was made out of candy.

They looked at the two pouches they carried and their eyes grew big. "You idiot, that wasn't the slumbering sand. It was the lust dust!" The second hit the first on the side of the head. "We were going to hit Lilly with that so she would take off her clothes in front of the mirror again."

"Get out of here," Milsem shouted and the two scrambled away. She grabbed her husband and escorted him into the washroom. She turned on the water and put his hands under the flow, he started rinsing his eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Besides the quicken heart beat and the need to rip off your clothes?" He said with a laugh.

"I thought that was a normal thing for you when we are in such enclosed places," she teased searching the bathroom until she found the shelves holding the towels and offered him one.

"This night had just been shot to a whole new level of craziness," he grumbled.

"How about we work some of that energy off?"

He turned wrapping himself around her as he had done when he was having the racial need, she laughed carrying him toward the bed. After needs were cared for, they took full use of the tub and soaked the battle off their skin and enjoyed the quiet time to talk.