And I've been traveling through the dirt and the grime
From the past to the future through the space and the time
Traveling deep beneath the waves
In watery grottoes and mountainous caves
~Any Road-George Harrison~
The dragon in question turned out to be one of the Bronze Dragonflight that had broken Garrosh Hellscream free from a prison in Pandaria, created the time portal and brought him through to Draenor. Cordana however knew nothing of Garrosh nor the dragon.
"I do not know of all this," she said as they sat down to their dinner that evening. "You must tell me why you have chosen this particular dragon, how you know he is dead, and just who is Garrosh Hellscream? I do not pay mind to Orcish nonsense."
Khadgar took a bite of his meal and chased it with some honey mead.
"Garrosh Hellscream is a former Warchief of the Horde, chosen by Thrall to succeed him in the wake of the Shattering, until he was succeeded by Vol'Jin after the Siege of Orgrimmar.
Garrosh's thirst for power corrupted him to the point that he did not care about the means used to bring the Orcish supremacy on Azeroth, with himself as the world's supreme ruler - going as far as to resurrecting a powerful artefact which effectively destroyed half of the sacred Pandaren Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
He was defeated and his power taken from him, and was to be tried in Pandaria as a war criminal. However, he was brought here to alternate Draenor through the efforts of the dragon Kairoz. Garrosh is evil. He is the one who created that gateway in Tanaan Jungle that we came through initially, the very one he was going to use to bring the Iron Horde through and take over Azeroth.
However, we know that Garrosh was killed by Thrall not long ago. The dragon Kairoz has not been seen nor heard from since and I suspect he is dead. The question is why, how and where. His actions have turned the Bronze Dragonflight against him. As to why I have chosen him, his essence permeates this entire timeline. If I could just get a hold of him - dead or alive - I could re-calibrate my magic to this era of Draenor. This will enhance my power considerably. However, I will need to contact the Bronze Dragonflight for assistance."
Cordana listened to his story, affirming that the Orcs are disgusting creatures. She still did not like the idea of siphoning power from a spirit, if indeed the dragon were dead, but there was nothing she could do but support Khadgar in his quest. At the very least, she thought, I will be able to protect him.
"We must travel to the Caverns of Time, back on Azeroth," said Khadgar. "Let us finish our meal, and we shall be away. No reason to wait."
She said nothing and finished her dinner, albeit slowly, not truly desiring any travel this late in the day. She felt drained of energy, but it was her duty to support Khadgar.
He stood and began to channel. Khadgar took Cordana's hand and they were teleported away.
The lair of the Lord of Time, Nozdormu, was alive with magic. Cordana felt it the moment they arrived. She had seen and met many of the Bronze Dragonflight but never Nozdormu himself. Khadgar held her hand as they were escorted by two dragons in Blood Elf form. She felt strange, wearing the encounter suit, but being so familiarly led.
Nozdormu was resting on a huge platform in the center of the lair. It was a massive circular cavern, with arms leading to different sections of time controlled areas. One was able, with the Lord's permission, to access different times and places. It was like being able to get a history lesson by history itself. Much more interesting then reading it in a tome!
Nozdormu raised his great head when they approached, then lay it down near the edge of the platform so his eyes were level with Khadgar's head.
"Archmage Khadgar of the Kirin Tor," he said in his deep, rumbling voice. "You are welcome here. How might the Bronze Dragonflight assist you friend?"
Before Khadgar could respond, the great beast turned to Cordana. "Cordana Felsong of the Kaldorei, greetings and welcome." He blinked, then the corners of his lips seemed to turn up in the semblance of a smile. "You are prime consort of the Archmage. A pleasing turn of events to be sure."
Cordana removed her helmet, and bowed before the Lord of Time. At the end of the War of the Ancients, Nozdormu escaped after the timeline had been set right and assisted the other Dragon Aspects with the creation of the World Tree, Nordrassil. Nozdormu placed an enchantment upon it to ensure that as long as the colossal tree stood, the Kaldorei would never age past their prime.
"The honor is mine, great Lord," she said humbly.
Khadgar saw her eyes glow with pleasure and he put an arm around her shoulder, carefully avoiding the blades. She turned her head and smiled at him.
Nozdormu suddenly transmogrified, appearing in his humanoid form, that of a handsome and tall Kaldorei male. Cordana's eyes grew brighter, and Khadgar held her just a bit tighter.
"I have come to ask for your help Lord Nozdormu," began Khadgar, and explained what they had been doing, and what they needed assistance with. The dragon nodded, listening.
"Kairoz's betrayal angers us," he said. "We will assist you, to achieve closure on the matter. I shall find and send one of my Dragonflight to you as soon as I can. In the meantime would you care to rest awhile and perhaps partake in some refreshments? Or must you return to your preparations?"
Khadgar and Cordana were both tired, but preferred the solitude of the Tower. "Thank you great Lord," she said with a smile. "But the Archmage and I have much to do before we meet with your representative, if you will excuse us?"
He nodded with a smile. "Please let me know if there is anything else you require of me."
Khadgar and Cordana both bowed to him, then teleported back.
They went to see Jaaral, and let him in on their plans. Then they had a short visit with Toriona.
Returning to the Tower, Cordana stretched out on the bed. She welcomed the cool quiet of Khadgar's chambers. He had offered to make her a pocket dimension of her own, but she had refused. Her place was either outside his door on alert, or in his bed.
Khadgar had called up a few tomes, but could not focus on any form of study or research. He joined her in his chambers, taking her into his arms and nuzzling her.
"The Lord of Time is handsome in his humanoid form," she stated.
"If you like dragons, I suppose he is," said Khadgar, placing tiny kisses all over her face.
"I do wonder if a Kaldorei has ever been Prime Consort to a dragon before," she mused, trying not to smile.
The Archmage turned her face to him. "You are my Prime Consort," he smiled, trying to get her to return his kisses.
"Hmm yes," she responded. "You are mine as well, but I suppose I could have some lesser mates also..."
She grinned when his eyes widened. "Cordana! I do not wish to share you! Not even with a dragon!"
She stopped tormenting him and turned onto her side. "My people do not take multiple mates, silly Archmage," she said, kissing him tenderly. "I just found it rather amusing how you had your arm around my shoulders the entire time we were with Lord Nozdormu. I suppose I should be flattered."
His eyes were hooded. "I love you deeply, Cordana Felsong. I think of you as mine and only mine."
His hand moved down her body, resting on her waist and pulling her tightly to him.
She sighed as their eyes met, and she saw the love within Khadgar's bright blue gaze.
"My love," she whispered, kissing him deeply.
They undressed each other slowly, enjoying every moment and every touch, allowing their desires to grow stronger.
Khadgar and Cordana made love with fierce passion well into the early morning, until they had nothing left to give, and fell asleep blissfully entwined.