Frostmourne's blade gleamed hungrily in the moonlight. The sword was reborn and back in the hands of its master. Raenus knelt before his master as the Lich King inspected the blade. His flaming blue eyes narrowed in thought. Raenus had done what he was asked. He had returned the fragments to his master as commanded. Now was the time of the true Lich King's return to the Frozen Throne.
The Lich King pointed the tip of Frostmourne at Raenus, but the Death Knight never flinched. He remained kneeling where he was, eyes lowered, gaze fixed on the Lich King's boots.
"Where is Stormrider?" the Lich King asked.
"Silvermoon City, my lord," Raenus immediately answered. "She is courted. Mated to a mortal Blood Elf mage."
"Then, that is where you must go," the Lich King instructed. "Bring me those she holds most dear. She will watch as her loved ones are ripped from her grasp."
Raenus bowed. "Your will is my life, my lord," he said.
"Go," the Lich King commanded. "And do not return until you have the mage."
Raenus bowed again and stood up, heading for the exit. Arthas watched as the Death Knight walked away. He held his sword up to eye level. Frostmourne was even more glorious in rebirth than when he had first picked it up. He ran his fingers over the glistening blade.
"Soon you will taste the blood of our enemies once again," Arthas told Frostmourne. "Stormrider will not escape us again. We will take that which she holds most dear, and she will watch as her precious mate is ripped from the living, and transformed into a knight of darkness. We will warp and twist him into an instrument of death and destruction. He will no longer know who she is. We will set him after her. He will be the one to send her back to her grave when he is finished."
Frostmourne pulsed with energy, as though it delighted in what its wielder was saying. The Lich King walked to the edge of the Froze Throne's platform and gazed out over Icecrown.
"Soon, my blade. We will have our revenge."
The small forge echoed with the sounds of a hammer against metal. Traylon stood in the doorway with Thallon playing with his paladins and dragons at his feet. Trisen was working hard on making a new sword. She had received an order from a vendor in Orgrimmar for a set of swords. A week in, she was finished one sword and was now working on the other.
Thallon had been a part of their lives for little over two weeks, and since then the nightmares had disappeared. Trisen was back to her happy, care-free self. It was amazing at what a child could do, even with them not knowing it.
Traylon turned when he heard footsteps approach the forge. A handsome Blood Elf paladin with long, golden blonde hair and shining armor walked up. He had a grand sword holstered at his side. His silver and gold armor glistened in the high noon sun. Thallon looked up at him with wide eyes before looking down at his paladin toy. The boy held the toy up towards the new Blood Elf.
"Pally," Thallon said.
"Hello, little one," the paladin greeted, kneeling down to the boy's level. "What do you have there?"
"Anar'alah belore, Solanlan," Traylon greeted.
"And you, my friend," the paladin said, standing up. "How have things been?"
"Busy," Traylon replied as Trisen continued to work.
"Little one keeping you busy?" Solanlan guessed.
"Very. He's very high energy," Traylon said.
Solanlan nodded. "Reminds me of a certain warlock brother of yours."
Traylon chuckled. "Yeah," he agreed.
"So, Sol," Trisen suddenly spoke as she quenched the blade. "When are we going to meet that Draenei you're always telling us about?"
Solanlan's face began to turn a light shade of red. "Why?" he asked.
Trisen lifted up the blade and inspected it. "I'm curious to meet him," she answered.
Traylon crossed his arms. "Yeah, Sol. When will we get to meet him?"
"How about...next week from never?" Solanlan said.
"That's no fair. I introduced you to Trisen," Traylon stated.
"But, she's a Blood Elf, regardless of her being dead...no offense," Solanlan added quickly.
"Quite used to it," Trisen told him, pounding away at the blade again.
"She is still a Blood Elf, and thus, a part of the Horde. Drakune, however, is a Draenei, and thus, Alliance. Do you have any idea what would happen if I brought him to Silvermoon?" Solanlan asked.
"A one way ticket to the Silvermoon Prison?" Traylon guessed.
"Sarcasm noted," Solanlan said flatly.
"He didn't say you had to bring him to Silvermoon, Sol," Trisen pointed out. "There's always Dalaran."
Solanlan swallowed thickly. "Well...I...don't think Drakune is ready for the whole, 'These are my friends whom I think of as my family' meeting, just yet," he explained.
Traylon smirked. "What's the matter, Sol? Afraid he might spill your deepest, darkest secrets?"
Thallon laughed, not knowing what the adults were talking about, but it sounded funny, nonetheless.
"Fly off before I shove my sword up your ass," Solanlan said.
"Sol, language," Trisen reminded him. "Innocent ears."
Thallon laughed again. He suddenly pitched a dragon toy at Solanlan's leg. He giggled as the plastic pinged off the plate armor.
"Pally," he said. "Pitty pally."
"Anyway, I just came by to say hi," Solanlan said. "I'm on my way to Undercity."
"Why Undercity?" Traylon asked.
"Trading business," Solanlan replied. "Should be back in a week or two."
Traylon nodded. "Alright. Al diel shala, my friend. See you when you get back."
Solanlan and Traylon shook hands. Trisen left her anvil and walked over to give the paladin a hug.
"Al diel shala, Sol. Have a good trip," she told him.
Solanlan returned the hug. "Keep yourselves safe, you two. I'll see you in two weeks."
He ruffled Thallon's hair and waved as he left the forge. Trisen and Traylon waved after him. Traylon wrapped an arm around Trisen's waist.
"Ya know, it's almost time for Thallon's nap, and you've been cooped up in the forge all day," he started, pulling her closer. "What do you say we...unwind?"
Trisen unwrapped her husband's arm from around her. "Get your mind out of the bedroom, Tray," she said. "I still have work to do."
She went back to the anvil where the blade sat waiting for her. Traylon followed, putting his arms around her once more and propping his chin on her shoulder.
"All work and no play makes Trissy a dull elf," he whispered in her ear.
"Trissy has to be a dull elf for the next few hours," Trisen told him. "I'm almost done this sword."
Traylon grinned. "Well, then. I shall be waiting in the chamber of love."
"The chamber of love? I think the heat's gone to your head, dear mage of mine," Trisen laughed.
Traylon kissed her on the cheek. "I got a laugh. That's all I care about."
Trisen playfully shoved him away. "Go. Shoo. I need to work. Have a father/son bonding moment with Thallon."
Traylon walked over and picked Thallon up in his arms. "Come on, little one. Minn'da's gotta work. And she can't work with us bothering her."
Thallon waved at Trisen. "Bye, Minn'da," he said.
Trisen waved back. "See you soon, Thallon."
As her husband and son left the forge, Trisen went back to her work with a smile touching her lips.
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