AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: I know I am dong a lot of time lapses, but I don't want to write every day, also I feel like I should start on flourishing the romance now... hehehehe.
**Eastern Kingdoms: Quel'Thalas- Silvermoon City**
Nearly 9 months later...
Rommath was not in a very gracious mood. Anger seemed to roll off him in waves as he stepped through the portal from Dalaran to Silvermoon City.
The local Magisters in the portal room became silent as their furious Grand Magister stalked out of the room down the hall and into the Sunfury Spire. He noticed Creed was studying scrolls on his desk. His tolerance of the Alliance Ambassador gradually grew into a pretty good friendship... he felt like she tricked him into such 'friendship'.
"Damn that belligerent woman," Rommath hissed to himself about Jaina Proudmoore. His meeting with Jaina, Aethas, and the rest of the Council of Six went less than pleasant.
"I take the meeting did not go well, Rommath?" Halduron asked his friend as he approached him and Lor'themar. A sizzling Fel glare was his answer. Halduron turned his head slightly having his long golden hair covering his face from his friend's glare.
Lor'themar raised a white brow at Rommath and his look was enough to cause him to sigh, this situation was not going well on their end.
Rommath folded his arms over his broad chest. The scarlet marking down his biceps to his wrists began glowing with fire magic, ready to release his fury.
"Proudmoore is becoming more and more contentious with the Sunreavers and the Kirin Tor. She is starting to agitate other Kirin Tor members against us. The more she pushes, the more pressure she is forcing onto the Ambassadors' decisions, and I can guarantee she is pushing them in the Alliance's favor," Rommath sounded both annoyed and furious.
Both of the elven men listened carefully with grim faces.
"It is only a matter of time till she will demand to talk to both Ambassadors if she has not already demanded of the Alliance king and Vol'jin," Rommath concluded.
"Then let us comply with her request." All three Elves looks over to the calm voice of Creed as she walked out of the Mage quarter's room.
The light taps of her boot on the carpet became the only sound in the room, as if all the men had held their breaths in shock of her words.
"The last thing she would expect is her enemies to agree before she can argue her reason to see us. It will throw her off. I would like to see her alter my decision; I want her side of the story and its proof." Creed explained to the men.
Three sets of glowing eyes looked at her, two of which looked to the constantly staring pair of eyes belonging to Rommath.
"What?" Rommath's hiss faded at Creed's clear purple eyes glancing almost shyly at him before looking at the other men. His keen eyes caught a redness gracing her face from what he could see that her helm allowed him to.
"That may not be a bad idea, Rommath." Halduron agreed with Creed.
Rommath looked shocked as his friend and comrade agreed with the ridiculous plan.
"May I speak to you privately?" Rommath gritted his teeth together at Creed.
He grabbed Creed's bicep and pulled her into the Mage's quarter's room, not giving her a chance to answer to his question.
Creed yanked her arm from Rommath with angered eyes.
"Let me go!"
"Fool," Rommath hissed at her.
Clenching his teeth, he said, "You understand that idea may end horribly! We may even be giving Jaina what she wanted as she may be playing with us, hoping to appease the situation by letter her talk to them privately!"
"Do you believe so little in me?" The whispered question caught the extraordinary hearing of the elf. A saddened look swept through Creed's eyes.
"I fight for the peace and truth. Jaina nor you will persuade me otherwise until I have the cause and effect of the matter, Rommath," Creed's small voice turned into an angered growl.
"It is not you I believe deceitful and untrustworthy, Creed. I cannot say the same for Proudmoore. I believe she is willing to do anything to eliminate the Sunreavers from Dalaran, even get rid of an Ambassador who does not agree with her cause." Rommath's eyes held the look of a very subtle concern for her safety which touched Creed's heart... more than he ever would know.
'No... remember Creed, he is courting Daliah. Another Sin'Dorei... not you, you silly human.' The thought made Creed cringe inside.
Creed did not understand how over the past months not only had her heart has softened towards the Magister, but she her affections towards him were growing and turning romantic.
Her feelings may have changed towards the elf, but not her status as a fighter or headstrong nature.
"I have risked my life everyday for over fifty years, Rommath! This will be nothing new. Did you forget I am a fighter, an Alliance Rogue!?" Creed opened her big mouth again before she realized what she had said. She slapped a hand over her helmed mouth. She sighed and rubbed her temple at the newfound aggravation.
Rommath froze at her words... over fifty years? She looked in her mid if not early twenties.
"It appears you have been withholding information from us, trusted Ambassador."
Anger began to bubble inside Creed, she looked up at the towering Elf directly in front of her with a glare and hissed out,
"I do not have to tell you of my past, nor should you be concerned as if you truly cared. It is my business and my business alone. It does have anything to do with this issue." Rommath seemed to finally snap at the heated remark.
Rommath's anger boiled to a point where the room began to look dim compared to the extensive glowing fury in his eyes. Creed didn't notice she had began to step backwards way from the Mage's fury till her back hit the angled shelves of the bookcase.
Slamming his hands on either side of her shoulders caused Creed to stiffen considerably. Rommath saw a undeniable shock in her eyes, a very recognizable sorrow and pain along with it.
A book shook off its place from one of the high selves from Rommath's sudden abuse and fell in between both the Human and Sin'Dorei, effectively smacking Creed's head causing her helm fall around her neck as she held the tender spot. She glared at the tomb on the floor, when she looked up she felt breathless at the sight. The tomb had caused his helm to fall and fold below his chin.
She had never seen his full face as he had never seen hers. Mauve and Viridian green eyes widened a little at each other. Like a breath of fresh air from the concealment of her helm, Creed let in a small gasp. Her nose caught a musk, a very masculine musk... with a mix of cinnamon, tea, and tomb parchment.
Creed felt her eyes dilate at the smell and the closeness of Rommath.
Though Creed could see the anger in his eyes, they softened a little as he observed her expression. She observed his face.
His midnight colored hair was always pulled back into a ponytail, so it gave her view of his strong jaw, sensuously curved lips where she failed to notice the slight elongated canines that most Elves had, aristocratically angular nose, gracefully curved elven brows, and his soft looking traditional Sin'Dorei bronze skin made the creeping blush come full force on Creed's face.
'How does... he look like that!? So beautiful...'
Little did she know he was observing her too. Her scent was making it hard to focus, a natural feminine musk of vanilla and clove. His eyes fell from her light purple eyes, to the button nose, curved full lips, battle worn but soft fair skin, and the freckles that dusted across the bridge of her nose caused him to lose most of his anger... she acted so tough but looked innocent with those big eyes looking at him.
The scarlet marking on his barricading arms glowed with Rommath's unexpected emotional change. The situation made Rommath's thoughts turn, to think that the woman he was looking at was the same infuriating, bull headed, and loyal Human woman he met all those many mouths ago.
Little did Creed know that Rommath's affections towards her had began growing, unbeknownst to him, long ago when he had heard her small speech about how factions meant nothing to her; the same day they made one of the biggest commotions ever heard in the Mage quarters.
Over time his anger turned into a tolerance, then the toleration turned into equal understanding only to become acceptance. Friendship came into the picture... blindly morphing into affection.
Without realizing, his eyes zoned onto her rouge pink lips causing the rising blush on her skin to make the freckles disappear. Such a blush mad Rommath almost smirk... it was such an innocent thing to do.
The sexual tension of a year of working together was beginning to show.
"I-" Creed's words were cut short as frantic footfalls came closer as they entered up the Sunfury Spire staircase.
"COMMANDER!" A panicked male voice came screaming up the Spire.
Rommath and Creed parted quickly as Creed rushed out of the room. There, panting and trying to catch his breath, stood one of her followers, Millhouse Manastorm. The small Gnome Mage stood next to Rulkan who looked uneasy herself. Guards had followed them at the sight of the Alliance Gnome in their home.
Lor'themar and Halduron went stiff at the sight of the Alliance Gnome, but saw the panic on the Ambassador's face at the two unexpected arrivals. Lor'themar commanded them to go back to their posts.
"General, you must come now! The garrison is under attack! The Iron Horde are invading!" Rulkan turned to her Commander with wide eyes and fear.
Creed's eyes widened and her posture stiffened. Lor'themar, Halduron, and Rommath stood still in shock then they all looked at Creed who looked shocked and angry.
"When!?"
"We ported here as soon as we could get here. The Iron Horde had sent assassins to kill you, but thankfully you were here! But we must go now, Commander!"
Creed's face turned vicious. Pulling her weapons from her belt, she looked at her followers.
Millhouse opened a portal to the garrison. Rulkan ran through with Millhouse not far behind; the portal of the garrison came into the view of the Sin'Dorei... what they saw was the beginning of a war zone.
"I must go! I will be back... hopefully." Creed was about to run through the portal but was grabbed suddenly by Rommath.
In shock, Creed turned to Rommath in fury and bafflement. "What are you doing!?"
"Commander? Don't go," Rommath looked concerned and angry as she did.
"We can talk about this later! I have to GO! For once just do as I ask and set up the meeting with Jaina, Rommath." Creed said quickly as she looked through the portal to her home. His grip still on her wrist.
"I must go, Rommath! I have to save my people!" Rommath knew the expression on her face... the same one he had when he talked about his people. The grip on Creed's arm loosened and she expertly twisted the daggers in her hands then ran through the portal.
With a swirl of arcane dust, the portal closed, leaving the Sunfury Spire quiet. Both Lor'themar and Halduron stared silently at Rommath who continued to look at the spot where Creed had stood.
"Ambassador Creed is a General?" Lor'themar was as curious and surprised as Halduron's question was.