Aaron Rosenberg - Tides of Darkness

"You say this Horde includes trolls," a lord stated loudly, "yet why should that concern us? Let the trolls follow these strange creatures you tell of, and hopefully march far away from here. Perhaps the humans will even do us a favor and kill them for us!" Several other elves laughed and nodded.

"You do not understand," Alleria told them angrily. "The Horde is not some distant problem we can ignore and laugh about! They intend to conquer all of Lordaeron, from coast to coast! And that includes us here in Quel'Thalas!"

"Let them come!" Another lord, an elven mage she thought was named Dar'Khan, scoffed. "Our lands are well—defended—none can pass the Runestones and survive."

"Oh no?" Alleria snarled at him. "Are you so sure? Because already the trolls have entered our forests. Already they stalk through our lands, killing our people. And the orcs will not be far behind. They are less powerful than trolls, individually, but they are as numerous as locusts, enough of them to cover the land. And they are here."

"Here?" Anasterian scoffed. "Impossible!"

In answer Alleria swung her arm and released the object she had been carrying since she and Vereesa had run. The troll's head flew through the air, its short dark hair waving about it, the sun catching on a tusk, and fell again, landing just before Anasterian's feet.

"This one attacked Vereesa and me," Alleria explained, "not an hour's run from the river crossing. Several more followed us to there, and their bodies still lie on the far bank unless Sylvanas and her party have moved them." She noticed that none of the lords were laughing at her anymore. "They are here," she insisted again. "The trolls are within our woods, killing our people. And the orcs are the ones burning the edges of Eversong Forest!" Though she admitted to herself she did not know how they could be causing the other fires both Vereesa and Sylvanas had mentioned.

"Outrageous!" This time Anasterian's outburst was not directed at her. The elf king kicked the troll head, causing it to roll away under another lord's chair. His eyes were sharp and his brow drawn, and when he turned back to Alleria she could see the energy and focus that had made him such a great king for so many years. All hints of frailty were gone, brushed aside in the current crisis. "They dare to invade our home?" Anasterian fumed. "They dare!" He looked up and his expression was like thunder. "We shall teach them to trespass here! Gather our warriors," he instructed the other lords. "Summon our rangers. We will attack the trolls and drive them from our forest so sternly they shall never dare encroach again."

Alleria was pleased to see her king so determined, and certainly agreed with the sentiment. But she shook her head anyway. "The trolls are only part of the danger," she reminded Anasterian and the others. "The Horde is numerous beyond belief and the orcs are strong, tough, and determined." She grinned. "Fortunately I did not come alone."

Turalyon was battling a pair of orcs and had just smashed one to the ground with his hammer, though he took a heavy blow on his shield from the other. A third orc leaped at him, almost knocking him from his horse, and since the creature was too close to strike with a weapon Turalyon headbutted him instead, his heavy helm striking the orc across the brow and the bridge of the nose and leaving him stunned. Turalyon shoved the dazed orc off his horse and onto his third foe, then used that opportunity to strike both of them good hard blows. Neither of those two would get up again.

He brushed water from the front of his helmet, taking a second to peer up at the thick gray clouds that hung above them. The rain showed no sign of letting up, though he supposed that was a good thing. At least the fires were out now, and unlikely to start again. He supposed he could stand fighting in such soggy, miserable weather if it helped keep the elven homeland from burning to the ground. Off to his side he caught a brief glimpse of Khadgar, who was laying about him with sword and staff. The wizard had exhausted his magic summoning the vast storm, which stretched across the entire front of Quel'Thalas, but he was proving formidable enough with mundane weapons that Turalyon knew he should not waste time worrying about his friend. Besides, he had enough foes that he should be focusing that worry on himself instead.

Turalyon was just turning to deal with a pair of orcs at his left flank when one of the two stiffened, twitched, and toppled over, an arrow through his throat. Turalyon recognized the fletching and grinned. Sure enough, a lithe young woman darted toward him a moment later, her travel cloak's hood tossed back despite the downpour, the tips of her long pointed ears piercing the golden mane that surrounded her lovely face. Somehow the rain was ignoring her, falling around her instead of on her, and Turalyon was not sure if it was elven magic or just the sheer power of her natural beauty.

"I can see I got here just in time," Alleria commented as she reached him, idly turning and putting an arrow in another orc's throat. "What do you do when I am not around to save you?"

"I manage," Turalyon replied, too caught up in battle to feel flustered by her presence. He blocked an attack and struck down the orc in question, already turning to find the next foe. "Did you find them?"

"I did," she confirmed. "And they have agreed. Already the warriors and rangers are mobilized. They can be here in ten minutes, if here is where you want them."

Turalyon nodded, using his hammer's long shaft to block an axe swing and then shortening his grip so the hammer's head struck the offending orc on the return swing. "Here is as good a place as any," he answered. "And as long as we are here to fight them the Horde isn't going anywhere."

Alleria nodded. "I will run back and inform them. You have only to hold fast until they arrive." Her voice sounded strange, and Turalyon risked a quick glance. By the Light! Was she crying? She certainly looked sad. No doubt the invasion of her homeland had taken a hard toll upon her.

"We will hold," he assured her grimly. "We must." And Alleria was gone again. Turalyon only hoped she and her kin retuned before the rest of the Horde overwhelmed their tiny defense. Already waves of orcs were pouring in from the sides, and Turalyon knew his forces could not stand against the entire orc army, especially not here on an open field where the orcs could surround them and swarm them under. They would need support, and quickly. He just hoped the elves were as ready and as capable as Alleria made them sound.

Ter'lij, one of Zul'jin's subordinates, grinned. He and his pack had smelled something unpleasant nearby and had followed their noses to a delicious sound, a single soft thump—thump on the forest floor below. A lone elf. Ter'lij had been charged with watching this path, which led toward the elven city, and keeping any elves from crossing it. Well, this was one elf who would go no farther.

Lowering himself silently through the foliage, Ter'lij caught sight of his prey. The elf was moving quickly enough for one of its kind, and most likely other creatures would have thought it quiet, but to Ter'lij its passage was as loud as the thunder he heard rumbling near the forest's edge and its pace was easily surpassed. The elf wore a long brown cloak, the hood raised, and was leaning upon a long staff. An elder, then. Even better.

Licking his lips with anticipation, Ter'lij motioned his pack to follow him down. Then he dropped from the trees, his curved blade in hand, and grinned at his victim and started in surprise as the elf tossed back his cloak and straightened with a grin of his own. The staff swung up and around, revealing a long blade at one end, and armor gleamed even in the shadows of the trees.

"Did you think we could not hear you rustling about above us?" the elf sneered, his narrow features pulled taut in a glower. "Did you think we could not sense you befouling our forest? You are not welcome here, creature, and you will not be suffered to live."