She never thought she'd be back in Orgrimmar. It was just as cluttered and noisy as the first time she stumbled in through the gates. But, unlike the first time, no one threw stones at her, no one gave her wary glances. Some even wished her a good morning as she walked by. Trisen couldn't help but smile a little. She looked up at Traylon, her smile widening. His hair was pulled up in a half ponytail, the rest falling down over his shoulders. She wrapped her fingers around his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Traylon held her hand properly and entwined their fingers, smiling down at his wife.

They walked down The Drag towards the orphanage. When they stepped in through the door, all eyes turned to look at them. Most of them were Orc children, however, there was one child tucked away in the corner that caught the couple's attention. He was a little Blood Elf with long, golden blonde hair. He looked to be no more than two years old. He was playing with a toy dragon and paladin.

Trisen tugged Traylon over to the child and knelt down. The little boy made dragon noises, which sounded comical with his small high pitched voice. Traylon noticed that he was the only Blood Elf child in the house. The others were Orcs and Trolls with two or three goblin and Tauren children. Traylon watched Trisen interact with the small boy. He smiled and laughed at her as she picked up another paladin and began playing with him.

"I see you've met Thallon," the orphanage matron said, walking up.

Traylon smiled. "Yes, we have," he replied, watching his wife and the little boy play paladins against the dragon.

"His is a sad story," the matron spoke softly.

Trisen looked up. "Why's that?" she asked.

"His parents were killed by Death Knights," the matron answered, albeit with some difficulty.

"That's horrible," Trisen said, horrified.

The matron smiled as she looked at her. "It's nice to see that not all Death Knights are barbarians," she commented. Her smiled faded. "However, in a city made up mostly of Orcs, there aren't very many families wanting to adopt a Blood Elf child."

Trisen turned back to look at Thallon. He met her gaze with big, innocent, glowing green eyes. He gave her a wide, toothy grin. And then, he did something she never would have expected. He reached his arms out towards her and said one word.

"Minn'da," he said, waving his hands.

Trisen felt her world cave in. All that mattered was this little boy. She must have looked similar to his birth mother for him to call her mama. Trisen reached over and picked Thallon up in her arms, holding him close. Traylon smiled at the sight. He turned to the matron.

"I think Thallon has finally found his new home," he said.

The matron smiled and nodded. "I'll get the adoption papers ready," she told him before walking off towards her office.

Trisen stood up, still holding Thallon. Traylon stepped forward and ran a hand over the boy's head. They were soon called into the matron's office to sign the paperwork. Not since meeting Traylon had Trisen ever felt such love for another elf. But, this little soul had captured her heart the same way Traylon had all those years ago.

All the fear and anxiety she had felt over the last month was washed away. They seemed like a distant memory now. Thallon tugged on her ponytail, saying mama over and over again. Traylon and Trisen finished signing the paperwork and the matron saw them to the door.

"Thank you for giving Thallon a good home," she said. "He couldn't have gone to two more deserving Blood Elves."

"Thank you, so much," Trisen said, shifting Thallon in her arms.

"He's in good hands," Traylon promised.

The matron smiled. "I'm sure he is," she agreed. "Safe journeys."

The Lightwind couple bid the matron farewell and walked away. They had entered Orgrimmar as husband and wife, and now they were leaving as parents. When they were in the open, Traylon summoned a portal back to Silvermoon. Thallon's eyes widened as he beheld the sight.

"Pitty," he cooed. "Go."

Trisen chuckled. "Alright, little one. We'll go. It's time you saw your new home."

She took Traylon's hand and they walked through the portal, entering Silvermoon on the other side. Thallon looked around, wide eyed. It was so pretty, so many different colors and smells. It didn't smell like the other place with the funny looking green, blue and hairy elves. This place was full of elves like him. He wrapped his arms around his mama with the pretty blue eyes.

"Ready to go home, little one?" his papa with the black hair asked.

Thallon nodded. "Ome," he said.

Traylon and Trisen walked into their quaint little home. Everything seemed quiet until they walked into the living room. Someone jumped out at them. Traylon sent out a blast of arcane energy towards the would-be attacker.

"Whoa!" the entity cried, dodging to the side. "Hold the arcane, Tray! It's me!"

"Zor?" Traylon asked. "What the he-"

"Tray," Trisen interrupted. "Young ears?"

Traylon swallowed down his curse. "What are you doing?" he asked his brother.

Zorrion poked his head out from behind a chair. "I came to see the new young lord Lightwind," he said.

"You could have warned us," Traylon chastised.

"My bad," Zorrion said, holding up his hands.

Trisen chuckled. "You can come out, Zor," she told him. "Come meet your new nephew."

Zorrion didn't have to be told twice. He hurried out from behind the chair and over to where Trisen was standing. Thallon looked at the elf with the blonde hair. He looked like him.

"Hello, little one," Zorrion said with a smile. "My name is Zorrion."

"Zowie?" Thallon repeated.

Zorrion felt his heart flutter. He wasn't blood related to this little boy, but he was his nephew, nonetheless. He reached his hands out, which Thallon mirrored. Zorrion took the little elf in his arms and held him close.

"What's your name, little one?" the warlock asked.

"Tallon," Thallon announced with pride as he said his own name.

"That's a strong name," Zorrion said, bouncing the child in his arms. "You're going to be a strong warrior, or better yet, a paladin."

"I think it's a little early for that, Zor," Traylon said.

"It's never too early to think about a child's future, Tray," Zorrion replied matter-of-factly. He turned back to Thallon. "I have a friend who's a paladin. He can teach you everything there is to know about using a sword. He's probably the best paladin in Azeroth. And if not, at least the Eastern Kingdoms."

Traylon rolled his eyes. Trisen just laughed. Zorrion turned to face his brother and sister-in-law.

"By the way, while you two were in Org, the big bro and cousin helped me set up the little one's room. I think you'll find it suitable," he said.

While Zorrion entertained Thallon, Trisen and Traylon went to inspect their new son's room. Trisen let out a surprised gasp. The room was painted like the Eversong Woods. Dragonhawks soared across the ceiling. Blood Elves watched protectively from the trees.

Zorrion came into the room. "What do you think?" he asked, voice hopeful.

"Zor," Trisen breathed in awe. "This is...it's..."

She turned and wrapped her arms around her brother-in-law's neck, being mindful of Thallon still in Zorrion's arms.

"It's amazing, Zor," Traylon said.

"Effies," Thallon chimed, pointing to a Blood Elf paladin that stood in a protective stance beside the bed. "Pally."

Traylon smiled. "And I think Thallon likes it, too," he said with a chuckle.

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