A unity never to be achieved ( Me x Lagertha)

It was that time of the year again. The meeting of the Ages, A meeting where every race would be required for, except the pityfull humans that held no value in this world. They were like cattle for the elves, believing in gods when in truth, the elves controlled their entire religion and controlled the earth just as much. They were the main power in the entire earth and the only problem they had in obtaining absolute command was their dispute amongst eachother. That was the only problem in between the elven kingdoms and tonight, it would prove itself once again that the elven kingdoms would never be able to commit to a unity. It was a dark and clouded night as the diplomats and guards slowly started pouring to the place of meeting. And as one of the last people to arrive, so did the Fire Elves, the diplomat had only taken one guard with him. But it was his most trusted guard, a sturdy man suited in a light platemail, it was coloured entirely black except for the crest on his chest, which was a Dark red sword drawn on the middle of the chest plate armor. The clothen hood that was attached to the collar of his platemail was covering his face and hair, only shrouding it in darkness and from the vision of others.

The meeting began and the diplomat signaled to his guard to move himself away from the meeting, it was only common curtousy for a guard of a diplomat to not attend the meeting itself but stay close if he needed his assistance. The guard moved himself away from the meeting, standing in between some trees a few metres away from the meeting, enough in view distance but away from hearing distance. The meeting started and so did the discussion, they all started blaming eachother for stupid things and idiotic things that humans have said to claim about them. They all kept arguing until the moment that the arcane elf arrived at the meeting and then they started discussing as mature beings for once in their entire lifetime. Up until that moment, everything seemed to go as normal but then everything changed in the blink of an eye.

As the Dark Elf diplomat suddenly vanished in a ball of smoke, other dark elven warriors appeared from the surrounding trees of the meeting and ambushed the meeting. In the blink of an eye, diplomats and guards alike were torn to shreds by their swords and magical tricks. At the other side of the table, the guard could see Vironica being torn punched to the ground and held down by a vicious looking dark elven warrior.

After a few seconds of the gruesome act that had been happening infront of his eyes, the guard reacted fiercely as two Dark elven warriors rushed at him to kill any eyewitness that there was. The guard skillfully moved his arms and wrapped his hands around the handle fo his greatsword that was sheated behind on his back. He then drew his weapon while shifting his body in a circle, drawing the weapon and slashing it at head height. This move which was excercised with extreme precision resulted in the falling of the two dark elven bodies, alongside with their heads that had been detached from their bodies. The guard's hood wove of his head by the movement and now standing before three other dark elven warriors was a slightly tanned Fire elf with long dark red hair and grey eyes. His face looked handsome and was perfectly aligned with his features, his breath was short and steady as he then continued to charge into the pack of warriors. He released one hand from his greatsword in which he followed by concentrating his magic into the free hand, this summoned a mighty fireball that in reaction, flew straight into one of the Dark elves that was finishing off the Fire Elven Diplomat. He then focused his gaze upon the last two dark elven warriors who started charging at him. He grabbed a hold of his greatsword with both hands once more and swong vigurously at his first assailant and slashed him in the right side of his chest, making blood spill from both the dark elven chest and his mouth. The second Assailant however was right behind the first one and stabbed straight at the Fire Elf's face. As a reaction to this, the elf ducked and released his greatsword and as he did, he grabbed a hold of the Dark Elven's thrusting arm and his torso and followed up by pushing the dark elf up and throwing him over himself onto the ground. The dark elf was now at a major disadvantage as his back was slammed against the ground and the Fire Elf grabbed his hair with a harsh pull and threw him across the table, onto the floor. He then proceeding by grabbing his Greatsword once more and charged over the table and stabbed clean through the Dark elf's armor, straight into his chest.

As quickly as the slaughter had happened, it had ended once more. But it was not entirely over, one Dark Elf remained. The one warrior that was subduing Vironica to the floor, which now started to shiver in fear as the Fire Elf was walking up to him slowly. "Don't come closer or I..." the dark elf wanted to say but as soon as he started to speak, the fire elf warrior had already cut his throat with one fast swing of his greatsword. The body of the warrior fell down besides Vironica's naked body as the Fire Elf now saw her grasping for whatever piece of clothing she could find on the floor. And then she had gotten hold of herself and mounted back up onto her feet and started to make a run for it. The Fire Elven warrior thought this was not the idea that would work at all, he dashed behind her while putting his greatsword back in it's sheath and then grabbed her gently, covering her mouth with one hand and grabbing her waist with the other. He then pulled them both to a tree and gently pushed her against the tree as he pushed his massive body against hers. The Black cloak on his back covered themselves from vision as in a matter of seconds more dark elven soldiers appeared out of the trees, ransacking and clearing the meeting of any dead corpses of their dark elven allies.

The Fire elf soldier looked at her with a stern look "Wait and be quiet" he had whispered gently "It's not safe to move just yet." He smelled of a soft scent of sweat and a soft touch of perfume, it was normal for Fire Elves to wear perfume to such a high-end meeting in which they had to show of their class to the other races.

Frost and Fire. Earth and Arcane. Light and Darkness.​

Frost, a realm that not only gives the frost of the seasons, that chills the bones, but the realm is more than that. The Frost elf realm controls the human nature of composure. The nature to re-frame, to look out and analyze situations as to be able to remain in control.
Fire, a realm which brings the hot summers. A realm that brings out a human's rage, compassion, want for revenge, lust. The Fire elves, like most of the elves, can control themselves a lot more than others, learning to control their rage and wield it as weapons to win and forge wars of their choosing.
Earth, the oldest of the elves live in this realm with their wisdom they collect knowledge, they teach and mold the new generations as best they can. The Earth Elves live in every part of the world, all the plants, animals, nature is at their beck and command. With their wisdom, these Elves have prospered with giving humans the truth of past battles, of future ones, and the outcome of others ways.
Arcane elves control the source of chakras, of the spirit and detachment from reality. They give way to the humans that choose to embrace the unknown, the 'ghosts', 'demons', and 'angels' of their world. These tricky elves, while spirit masters, are also the best at trickery, staying alert and on the move.
Light elves control the wake of the world. The Daylight is their dominion and their power. Ever bathed in light these elves have taken the command of justice, of forming laws and keeping rules with regulations. These elves are scheduled, always cunning and willing to hear both sides of the story before acting out.
Darkness Elves have always been the worst of all the elves. They are the masterminds of anything and everything that ever goes wrong. They are the wicked beings that whisper into ears of the weak pushing to them to do their bidding just for the fun of it. They rely on their persuasiveness, their looks, their brides, and the treats they make to get whatever they want whenever they want. They also dwell in the darkness, controlling this realm over the humans. Darkness gives them strength, as do the elements for the other elves, they stand for everything that is wrong.

Frost and Fire​

For millenniums these elves have been fighting. Not only for territory but for the control of the seasons over the human realm. It's ofter that one side gets tired letting the other govern a certain area by themselves before fighting to give them back the power of the seasons. Thus when the two fight, the season shifts from spring or fall. Both wishing to govern the same place at the same time and often failing as the other steps over their feet and takes dominion. Earth elves, though minor in this fight, keep separate places over the realm of the humans just for themselves that frost may not hit as well as the opposite for fire letting both having their turn over the land, and wishing to end their squoval, but ultimately only making their bickering worse. Wisdom not always able to win wars.

Light and Darkness​

Day and Night always seem so simple. Who knows why dusk and dawn exist? Only the elves do. Often Justice and Bent elves, otherwise known as light and darkness, do not always see eyes to eye. Unlike Frost and Fire who bicker over human months, these two realms bicker over hours, minutes, seconds in human time. Fighting daily to bring the light or to watch it fall. Then dusk is born when the darkness pierces through the Light forcing them back. As dawn breaches the barrier of darkness to bring the win to the Light. Never will these two realms see eye to eye, fighting for longer than the Frost and Fire elves ever had over the right to bring forth the sun or burn it down with the moon. Arcane, also minor like Earth, seeks to do nothing more then edge both sides on by tricking them into believing they will one day win and govern the whole life spam of the humans letting them neither see light or never see darkness. Thus Arcane pushed their tricky fingers in, forcing the Earth elves to agree that the Light and Dark elves could also govern patches of the world for months. Swallowing them in darkness or bathing them in light.






The past discretions between the realms was only part of the reasons they would form these meetings, trying to coax one or the other to give their enemy something in exchange for nothing. Often these disputes ended with the Earth Elf Diplomat putting their foot down and silencing the meeting. Nothing was ever settled between the Elves. As humans faiths would rise in one realm of the Elves, the realm of other elves followers would fall causing them to grow weak and angered. The elves lived, breathed, tasted the souls that worshiped their realms, their powers. That's all this was, a power struggle game...That was all it had ever been.

Every time the meetings grew close, the same thing would happen within the Frost realm. The king, bent and wrecked by the upcoming drama, would kneel by the frost tree in his garden, bathe himself in the cold of frost and wait for his guards to awaken him to make his decision on who would be the diplomat for this session of bickering. In all honestly, the choice should not have been hard. Centuries had past since the last disaster had fell upon the meeting, no diplomats returning to their realms. Still, there was the fear that who he would send out to speak for them would never return and to the Frost King, whose composure was usually in tack, it was wavering.

Days, nearly months had passed as the date grew closer and the King would not move from his spot in his garden. He waited, as if begging his mind, his wisdom to show to choose the right one. As cold as the Frost elves could be to other elves, they were a well knitted family. Each one knew each other, respected one another and feared the lose of them. Elves lived long, a long time...when death reared it's nasty head, all in the kingdom were affected. Death was hard as human, it worse as an Elf. Children were scarce, their lives were centuries if not millenniums long, and death was eternal. This made making the choice, determining who might die the night of the meeting all that much harder to contemplate.

Only when the night had arrived was the King forced to move by the sound of feet drawing close on the snow. The all too familiar sound of small feet. His head had lifted, but he had not turned to see who it was already knowing which elf had come to beg he choose them. He did not speak as the elf stood behind him in silence for hours. Time was ticking on and the meeting was in a matter of seconds, not days. "...Let me go.." The soft voice was a whisper but the King had heard it and let his head fall. "Why?" the king had asked. Softly he voice had replied, "I'm the only one you truly trust." Then the king had moved to his feet, anger and hurt. He had turned to face the elf, towering over the small thing as he had drawn out his pale finger to point at...her. "I will not let you!" Her silver eyes had danced over the finger so close to her face before she had smiled and kissed it. Her small hands had moved up, wrapping around his extended one as she had tilted her head back to look at the king. "You must, and you will. I'm the only one you trust will come back." The King was frozen by her words and slowly they hit him like a dagger. The truth was there, she was the only one he trusted would not be bribed by the other elves. The King moved, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her to his chest, a low whistling sound piercing through the sky, frost leaving his lips. "You are my wife Vironica, I will always trust you."
Vironica had wasted no time leaving the King's side when he had given the dreadful agreement to let her go as the diplomat. She was cunning, witty, bright and she knew not to let the others boss her around. She was something different, something special. Vironica easily caught the guards that were to lead her to the meeting. She had pushed them to lead her in the way and, by request of most of the Frost elves of the council, she had changed her clothing to dawn who she was to all. The king of Frost was never found of Vironica under dressing for her stature, so she would do what she was supposed to. Being all dressed up for the event just seemed so wrong. Her white dress covered her from neck to foot except the slits that ran between her legs , pushed over her hips and met in the back, the fabric only held up by a single snowflake on the back. Her hair was long, white, the bottom reaching a little past her hips. The tips of her white hair with covered in ice and snowflakes. Although the clothing was apparent which realm she was from, the only thing that set her apart from the other Frost elves was under her dress.

Vironica had been the first to arrive to the meeting. She had sent off the guards, not nearly as fearful of the other Realms as her husband had been. She had sat at the table in silence until the others had arrived. Slowly conversations had started, then as the Fire diplomat has slide next to her the arguing has begun. The Earth Elf had sat at the middle, bigger than the other elves and had silenced them all as the Arcane Elf, the hunched over little thing -why they had picked him as a diplomat none of them had known-,slide into the room with his shifty eyes. He had sat down, in between both the tall and proper Light elf and the Dark skinned menacing Dark Elf. Everything had been going as expected, they had been arguing like normal between their realms. Then the pushing had started. The Light elf was first on their feet, grabbing the Dark elf by his collar and forcing him to his feet. The Arcane elf slide out his Chair pushing his hands in the air as the two, dark and light, had drawn their weapons. The Arcane elf's hands had glowed and as the two began to fight they stopped, frozen by the force of their chakras. Then, out of darkness, a sword had come from behind the Arcane elf and sunk down into his shoulder across to his hip slicing him in half. Vironica, frightened and unable to hold composture, was the first to scream. She jumped to her feet, but the fire Diplomat had his hand on her skin, she tried to turn her head to look upon him, but there was nothing left except a bloody hand attached to her body. She turned to her left, ready to find the door and call for the guards as a fist split the air next to her and connected with her face knocking her on the floor. Blinking, Vironica looked up as best she could to see the feet of the Earth Elf raising in the air, a hand moved, shoving her face into the ground. She heard the wisdom of the Earth pour from his lips as his legs kicked and...they stopped as the sick sound of his throat was cut. Vironica couldn't scream she could only listen at the sick sounds of death filled the room. She tried moving, crawling away and the creature that had it's hand pressing her face to the ground grasped at her clothing, taunting her "Pretty little elf.." as he tore it from her body and sat on her back. "You'll be last!" The thing had snickered as Vironica had squirmed. They were laughing as they sliced into the diplomats, and then Vironica heard it. The sound was faint, soft, but there it was the sound of feet running, a sword meeting with flesh and the twisted cries of these creatures turning to that of elves. Elves? But which realm was attacking and why? Still there was this...elf or creature on her back on her back holding her down. Just as it's fingers moved on her shoulder blades rested in between them to awe at what was on her back the sounds of fighting grew closer. The feet were so close that the monster on her back had moved, a sharp object pointed at the spot between her shoulder blades as it spoke, "Don't move or I.." Then the sick sound of gurgling blood was heard as it fell to the ground next to her. Opportunity struck, and as frightened as she was, she was not waiting around to see what had just killed the monster on her back. Vironica grasped what little clothing was left, scrambled to her feet, and ran to the trees that were near by. She ran as fast as she could, covering the front of her body as she ran. White hair dancing behind her in the wind, snowflakes falling off her pale skin.

Arms had seemed to come from no where again, grasping her and pulling her back. Vironica opened her mouth to scream out but a hand covered her mouth and she was held to a large body. Her face moved as best it could, contorted and confused as she saw what looked like a Fire Elf. Vironica was tall for human but small for an elf, she only stood around 5'8. She grunted as he pushed her against the tree, a cloak seeming to surround them and cover them as she watched in silence while dark...dark elves came out of no where to run to where the meeting had been held. Vironica's front side was clothed, but her large breasts pressed against the tree and caused Vironica to react, stomping her bare foot on his clothed one. Her entire backside was exposed, the mark in between her shoulder blades visible, ice embedded in her skin to form a swirling design of smaller snowflakes meeting in the middle to form a large one, the mark of the Frost king. Vironica listened to the stranger's words, but she still squirmed. They were enemies in a sense, but here he was helping her. In a way Vironica could understand what he was saying accessing the situation it was a bad idea to run around like a moron. So she stayed still, huffing against his hand. Her scent could be easily picked up with them so close together. As odd as it was, it was the scent of a snapdragon flower. She let go one of her hold on the dress with one hand, moving the small pale fingers to grasp at the hand covering her mouth as to move it.

The Fire Elf's body was warm, even through his armor, she could feel his warmth surrounding her and strangely enough relaxing her. He didn't release his grip on her mouth though. It didn't matter how hard she would pull, the strength of the male that was silencing her was overwhelming. After a time that seemed to be incredibly long, the Dark Elves vanished in the dark and seemed to have abandoned the situation. It is at that moment that the Fire Elf released his grip from Vironica's mouth and sighed softly "damn traitors" he softly said as he kneeled infront of Vironica "My apologies miss" he said as he detached the cloak from his armor and held it out to her "Please cover yourself." he said softly as he refrained from looking at her nearly naked body. He stood up after she would have accepted his cloak and then looked at her "Mirothan Lothor" he said and bowed to the lady as he then stood after and looked at her. "Are you alright?" he asked with a deep but gentle voice, his eyes strolled around them to see if there were any more enemies that were lurking in the shadows but he saw no immediate danger so he relaxed a little bit. His hair gently wove in the soft breeze that the night was carrying, his armor was riddled in blood and he couldn't look any more intimidating by his body shape and greatsword that was dripping with blood behind him. His face seemed to have a few blood splatters on it but he hadn't even whiped them off nor spent any moment thinking about it. Right now he was only thinking about their safety and what their next move would be.

Vironica was frightened, she was trusting this stranger that had her pressed against a tree with her life. Why should she be so trusting? She tried to turn her head to look at her capture, but he wouldn't let her. He was gripping her so roughly. The motion of his strength felt like her bones would snap at any second.
Her pearl eyes captured the scene, forced to listen and watch. The darkness came out of the trees around them, passing them in blinks as the darkness licked at the space behind the elves. They met in the middle, or so she assumed, where the meeting of the diplomats had been held. There the dark elves began to bicker over one another. "One is missing..." She heard them say, but the voice was only a whisper. "We'll find them later, clean up!" Another had demanded. Soon they had all passed the two and had gone to the small clearing where the meeting had been held, their voices nothing but whispers licking at her ears.
Then he had released her and she had breathed in heavily. Slowly, Vironica turned to face the man that in a sense had saved her. Only did she find it was a fire elf, a being which other frost elves despised for their want of control of the human realm. Still, sweetly, he had offered her his cloak and Vironica had silently reached a pale hand out to gently take it from him. She had moved, wrapping it around her bod and shrouding her naked form from the world. She smiled as she had listened to his words. How could such a creature quarrel with her realm? Were all the elves of the fire realm like this one? So modest and cunning? Vironica blinked, black lashes covering her pale face as she looked down. When looking closely, her skin shimmered with snow that had fused with it from years of living within the confines of the Frost Realm. "Yes...I am fine.." Her voice was soft and gentle, and she spoke slowly and clearly. She pushed out her arm in front of him, the back of her hand face up, it was a normal thing for her to do when introducing herself so for a while she did not think twice of it. "Vironica..Vironica Lithendil." When she looked up at him, she tilted her head back slightly before retreating her hand when she realized how foolish she was being. She held the cloak over her body as she watched him carefully. The blood spattering his skin made her shiver and before he could say another word Vironica turned to walk away. She had to figure a way out of here, a way back to tell everyone what had happened here, what was going on. "I must leave." She found herself saying as her back was turned to him and she walked further into the woods. The trees twisted in such a manner to confuse who walked in the woods, the protection of the Earth diplomat that had met her here with the others no doubt. She stopped, frozen in confusion at the wall of trees she had found twisting together to keep others out. Vironica reached a pale hand forward, touching the twisted trees. As her fingers hit the bark, the bark froze over and spread amongst the tree in a small patch from her finger's touch point. She looked up, pulling her head back. How had the Dark Elves come from no where? Had the Earth Elves been in on this? Then why would the Earth Diplomat be dead? There had to be a way out. She knew the Earth elves had probably surrounded them in these twisted trees, miles away from the meeting to keep them safe. He must have made an exist point, knowing it would be safer to all exist at once in the same place. However, finding the exit point would be hard to find...and take ages to find.

Mirothan had seen her leave and then sighed softly, ofcourse there was a magical spell on the surroundings. It was normal for the dark elves to use such methods to put down any straglers that they had missed or had outsmarted them the first time. Mirothan was all too familiar with their ways in battle, they were cowards in the face of a true warrior, they use dirty tricks and illusion magic to tempt and trick their foes. Mirothan was a veteran warrior and had seen most of what there was to be seen on the battlefield, he had fought countless battles and fought countless enemies in all different sizes and strengths. He had seen how they work and knew how to break this spell that seemed to have them trapped. But first, he had to secure the girl once more and so he set foot again and moved to follow the trail that Vironica had left behind her. He sighed as he came up to the female once more and looked at her "You're staying with me, you are not safe on your own and you can't even defend yourself properly" he said with a stern voice as he looked down at her "I know the way out but you have to promise me to follow my orders and follow me as I will take you to safety okay?" he waited for her answer and then continued to move towards what seemed the edge of the twisted trees and then opened his hand. AS he opened his hand, a flame errupted from it and then suddenly the flame started bending towards one of the trees that they were close to and as he moved closer and closer to the tree, the flame began to grow more wild and out of control until finally he closed his hand once more and smiled gently "Here we go, the exit." he said softly as now he walked through the tree only to leave the illusion that had been set up by the dark elven warriors to keep whoever they missed inside of the circle. Mirothan awaited Vironica to exit and then looked to her as she did "We need to get a place of shelter first, any suggestions?" he asked her with a smile on his face. His tips of his hair were slowly starting to catch fire and his hair started glowing dark red, his eyes grew a bit brighter and he looked at her "We need to move quickly, there's someone dangerous nearby." he said as he grabbed the female up in his arms and started dashing towards the real forest now. He swiftly moved from tree to tree and kept moving through bushes and high vegetation to remain from sight. And finally after 25 minutes of high speed running, they entered a cave and then mirothan could finally slow down and catch a breath, he was panting and gently put her down as his hair was enough to light the area around them to see where they were heading into. Mirothan started carrying her deeper into the cave and then at an intersection, turned to the right side. After a few more minutes of walking Mirothan finally sat down and relaxed, he was tired and he let go of Vironica as well. "Rest for now, we need our strengths" he said as he softly panted.

Vironica, mind babbled by the trees, wasn't quite sure what to do. She was not a warrior, she was not good at strategizing, she could not properly defend herself from whatever attacked her. Vironica was more of a gentle person, but to her eneimies she was as cold as ice. Still, her skin crawled and she jumped when the elf she had left behind found her. Vironica looked up at the man, clinging to the cloak he gave her, as he spoke. "I won't take orders from the like of you." Vironica said softly turning to examine the trees once more. She ignored him for the most part, when he spoke of escaping and finding the exist. She couldn't see it through the illusion, had no idea where it would be. Only when he said he found it did she turn to look at him to see him approaching her. Vironica, not willing to follow the stranger tried pushing him away but her strength was little compared to a warrior such as him. Vironica was easily hoisted up and carried, but still she squirmed. This was different, no one had ever force-ably picked her up and taken her somewhere. She smacked his back, though it was as hard as she could hit it only vibrated off his armor as though he had bumped into something. "P-Put me down! This isn't proper! Let me walk!" Mirothan carried her without even carrying and he started to run quickly as whispers of the dark elves came into ear shot. When he run, Vironica was frightened not having her feet on the ground, she clung to him desperately afraid of falling. Her protesting stopped when the other elves left earshot and darkness surrounded them. He seemed to slow down, but Vironica's arms stayed wrapped around his body, still frightened from falling. Still, her pearl eyes could catch the glimpse of the cave as he moved as though he knew where to go exactly. Time had seemed to pass so slowly until he had stopped and let her down. Embarrassed, Vironica had eagerly let go of him and clung to the falling cloak on her body. She moved it, fixing it so it stayed wrapped around her as she huffed and turned his back to him. "You expect me to sleep in a place like this? I need to go home, to tell them what happened." Vironica fused but it was only a ruse. He was not part of her realm, not a friend or someone she should be trusting. So why had the fates brought him to aid her? Why was he doing it in the first place. Still, Vironica sat down examining the top of the cave. "Why did you save me? Aren't we suppose to be enemies?"

Mirothan was enjoying the darkness. It was because it didn't lie, it didn't cheat and it didn't let you see what you think of it. It's pure and untainted by anything else, it would dissapear if you use a light source but it will always return. That is the beauty of Darkness. Mirothan then looked at Vironica as she was complaining about where to sleep and what more. He sighed gently and looked at her as she asked him why he saved her. Mirothan looked at her with deadly stern eyes and then sighed "I saved you, because if I hadn't, I would fail as a knight and as a person as well." he said and then looked at her "Wouldn't you do the same if you saw someone who was about to get raped and killed for fun?" he said as his voice started to increase in force and then he sighed gently, seemingly to cool down. "That wasn't even a question, that was something inhuman you had just asked. An enemy is something on the battlefield, but at a diplomatic meeting, there are no enemies." he said and then looked at her "I'll give you my platemail to sleep on, it's softer than the ground" he said as he looked over to her "Vironica, you can't go home, not now, not in a week, not without any help at all. You need my help to survive at all, you're helpless and weak and you need someone with the strength to help you get over two borders without getting hurt."

Mirothan shook his head "You're someone who thinks you can do everything because you can, life isn't that easy." he said and then unhooked his holster from his platemail and then gently put it on the ground. He then continued by unstrapping himself off his platemail' chest and removing it off his body. This resulted in the visibility of his muscular upper body, he was quite well ripped and well trained but the thing was on his back, he had numerous scars that seemed to be from whipping. He looked at her and then put his platemail chest infront of her, it had a soft padding inside of that would be quite comfortable to lay in. Mirothan then continued to remove himself of his platemail arms and legs and then put them down as well and as if they were made to be, they all formed a comfortable padding in which she could lay in to lay down softly. As Mirothan had finished removing all of his platemail armor, his body was almost completely naked except for bandages around his waist that covered from his hips to his upper legs, thus hiding his crotch from her as well but the clear impression on the bandages showed that he was well endowed even if it wasn't erect. He then sighed and went to lay down on the ground "Good night." He roughly said and closed his eyes while laying on the rock floor.

Vironica was being much more wicked then she was ever in meetings or at home. She was frustrated with the situation, she felt helpless and hated to have someone take care of her like a child. Normally it was the other way around. Normally she was taking care of the King's children, though they were close to her age, and taking care of things within the kingdom setting up plans and speeches. Now, in this moment, she wasn't so clever. She could only think about her frustration and take it out on this man that had helped her.

When he spoke, she turned her face to look at him. His words struck her and she smiled softly. Even he knew how foolish she was being in a time like this. She felt horrible for how she was acting. "Yes..I suppose I would if I was witnessing it." Enemies. Maybe she had the wrong sense of the word. True their realms fought over minor things and they often did not like one another, but they were all still elves. There fighting was less tan that of the Light and Dark realm that constantly tried to destroy each other on a day to day human basis. Vironica was embarrassed when he told her she needed his help to survive. Wrapping her arms around her chest she sighed. "I could take care of myself if I wanted." Vironica muttered as she looks at the stalagmites.

He spoke as though she could get everything she wanted and in a way it was true. Vironica was a spoiled elf and everyone always did what she said. Vironica moved, standing up and clutching the cloak. "Just because you are a warrior you think your brute strength and fighting will free us?" It was then that he began to remove his armor and Vironica turned to look at him as he stripped. Her face turned a soft shade of pink as she watched him. "W-W-What are you doing?" He did not seem to bother to answer as he laid out the armor making a sort of bed for her before laying down and closing his eyes. Vironica sighed. Stepping over the armor he had laid down and kneeling down to touch his arm, her long hair falling off her shoulder to graze against his skin. "It's your armor, you should use it." Vironica moved, getting on her feet again and stepping back over the armor. The notion was nice of him to do such a thing, but she had thought at that moment she should have gotten used to not taking advantage of others and letting them pamper her so much. She curled up on the ground with the rob around her and easily fell asleep.

Mirothan sighed and shook his head as she mentioned she could take of herself in a situation like this. He sighed gently and waited for her to sleep and then stood up silently, going over to Vironica's sleeping body and gently picked her up and laid her down on the soft armor and smiled gently "A lady shouldn't lay on the ground when there's something better to be laid upon" he whispered softly and then went back to his original place to lay down once more and go to sleep. And after a few hours of sleep, Mirothan woke up and looked around himself, seeing that Vironica was still asleep, he gently took a few dead branches that were laying on the floor, circled stones around them and then gently lit them with a soft fire. He nodded and then went out of the cave and went on a hunt, bringing back a boar, a pack of branches and then started preparing the boar to cook outside of the cave. He gutted the boar, skinned it and then brought with him the usefull flesh that they could eat along with the branches.

He then sat down at their original point in the cave, put more branches on the fire and tried to find a bowl-like rock which he eventually found and put on the fire. After that he started using the rock as a frying pan to eventually decently cook the meat that he had scavenged from the boar. He sighed gently and then looked at Vironica peacefully sleeping and smiled gently. 'Such a beautifull girl' he said to himself 'She wouldn't survive a day or two in the wild, let alone making it back to her country to explain what happened.'

Mirothan sighed gently and then stood back up on his feet and gently went over to Vironica to pick her up and put her down close to the fire so she could absorb the warmth and the smell of freshly cooked meat. He then continued by dressing himself in his armor once more and hooked up his sheath with greatsword in it. Mirothan then gently shook Vironica "Wake up sleepyhead, we have to move soon" he said to her as he continued to take a piece of meat and started eating it slowly as it still was hot from being cooked.

Vironica was deep asleep within minutes. She barely opened her eyes vaguely when he come over and lifted her up onto his armor. His words had hit her ears, but she had barely listened. Silently she had curled up on the armor pieces, her hands rested in front of her face, her hair covering her, before drifting back to sleep. The bed he had given her was not perfect but it as better than he ground. For once since the meeting, Vironica could sleep and dream. Dreams had never come easily to here, but there one was now, presented in her sleep to occupy her.

Morning had grazed her pale skin, but Vironica had refused to awaken. Even when Mirothan's presence had left to hunt and returned, Vironica was still sound asleep. Some of the cloak covering her body had fallen off her shoulder exposing it, her delicate pale legs were visible. The smell of cooking boar was filling the small cave, but Vironica's nose all but ignored it. She rolled over, leaving her back exposed to him as the cloak moved from covering it. Trying her best to stay asleep in her own dream world.

Vironica didn't protest in her sleep when he lifted her up, instead she had snuggled against his chest as though she was used to this. When the smell of boar hit her nose, she slightly awoken, but her eyes remained closed. She could hear him putting on his armor, the flames licking air nearby, but Vironica was still quite ready to get up. Even when he came back to shake her awake. Vironica stretched every muscle in her body, even what the cloak covered up her body was visible with her movements. Hr large breasts, small waist, large hips..normally her body looked less curvy when clothes adorned them. Slowly, Vironica opened her pearl eyes, though only halfway. She smiled at him, giggling with that faint glow of pink on her cheeks. Not truly realizing who he was at that moment, Vironica wrapped her arms around her neck and lifted herself up to brush her lips against his gently as though she had done this before. Her body was pressed against his and for a moment she did not seem to recognize where she was or with whom. "Morning...my love.." Vironica muttered sleepily before pulling away and falling on her back to stretch a little more. She blinked several more times before her eyes fully opened after several minutes and she realized who he was, where they were, and what she had just done. Vironica sat up quickly clutching onto the cloak with a surprised expression, her face turning completely red. "Um!" Instead of addressing what she had just done she pointed to the cooking boar. "I-I s-see you got food then!"

Vironica moved away from him, onto her feet with her back turned to him. She quickly moved the cloak so it covered all of her naked body, even the parts that had been exposed while sleeping. Her hair was hidden under the cloak as well. Vironica felt like an idiot and she tried her best to ignore what had just happen as she moved further into the cave. "Right, don't we need something to drink?" Vironica held onto the cloak with one hand and extended her other out into the open, palm face up. She made a cup with her small hand and watched as water dripped from the ceiling into it. Her pearl eyes watched as the water began to pool before she clutched her hand and opened it. The small amount of water that was there had turned to ice from her grip, and she turned around going back to him. She extended her hand with the ice and presented it to him with a blank, but embarrassed expression. "Here."

Mirothan didn't believe what happened as she grabbed him gently, pulled herself against his body and planted her lips upon his in a soft erotic moment. Then again it was in a shroud of a morning's awakening but what was she thinking. Mirothan didn't look as suprised as a normal man would be, he didn't really think much of it as it was just as she had awoken. Mirothan softly smiled as he saw her turn red and tried to hide herself in the cloak. Ofcourse it was only natural to be ashamed of what she had done, but seeing how Mirothan wasn't really touched about it, it should reassure herself a bit. Mirothan chuckled gently "Yeah, I got us some food" he said softly and looked at her "Yeah we need something to dri-." Mirothan stopped talking as he saw her freeze the water from the ceiling and handed it to himself. Mirothan nodded at her and smiled "Thank you" he said gently and took the ice from her, holding it against his mouth as he started melting it through the warmth he released from his hands and drank the melting ice until it was fully gone and then looked at her "Can you hand me one more so you can drink?" he asked her and then held out his hands against her mouth to let her drink the melting ice she would give him.

After that Mirothan smiled gently and looked at her "first of all, we need to find you some clothes." he said gently and then looked at her as he offered his hand to help her up "Let's get moving" he said and then continued on their way. He first searched for a point that was high enough to let them see the area surrounding them and then something caught his eye. A small village to their north. Mirothan looked at Vironica who was accompanying him and then looked at her "We'll get you some clothes over there" he said with a soft smile and continued on their way.

As he was walking, his hair waved in the wind, and from a second vantage point she could see that he was actually quite handsome. His features fitted perfectly but it seemed that his eyes held far too many secrets. It was pretty obvious, when he wasn't looking at Vironica, he looked tense and alert but something in his eyes betrayed that on the inside, he was just as vulnerable as Vironica. He had seen a lot of things and this was reflected in his eye colour. Grey, almost dark grey and with signs of sleep deprevety in them. They seemed to reflect all that had been bad about him and all the evil that he had seen. There was something behind Mirothan that Vironica could see.

Mirothan seemed not quite bothered by what she had done. He had simply shrugged it off what she had hastily done in her waking. Still, she couldn't help but still feel quite embarrassed by the act. She watched him carefully as he took the ice and melted it in his hand to drink it. His hands were extended in a manner as to prepare something for her to drink as well. She listened to him and smiled softly. "Alright.." Vironica reached up, water dripping randomly from the ceiling above them, she held her hand over her head, collecting less water for herself. Vironica brought it down, freezing and examining the small amount of ice. She dropped the ice into his hands before sitting down next to him and allowing him to melt the ice so she could drink it from his hands. Vironica tried not to look at him as she drank, she felt like a child being mothered at the moment and could not bring herself to.

She watched him, after they had ate, when he talked about finding her clothing. Vironica huffed at him. "I'll be alright." She was stubborn and it was coming out, even when he offered her his hand. At first, she thought about taking it, but she did the more difficult thing of getting on her feet by herself with one hand, the other clutching the cloak. he followed him then, out of the cave to a higher point to overlook their surroundings. He was the first to spot the small village in the distance, to say they would collect her some clothing. Vironica did not say a word. She only examined the far away, observing that it was a small elfish village, the banner flowing in the wind in the distance white and glowing. Ah, a light elf village, for a frost village would have been covered in ice and snow.

Vironica continued to follow him silently, trying her best to keep up with the larger man. Every so often, she dared a glance at him. Vironica, staring at him as they walked, noticed the features of his face she had not paid attention to the other day. The bags under his eyes, the stern look he had when not looking at her. Mirothan was quite the handsome elf and his eyes seemed to gleam so sadly as though he really could find little joy in the world. Vulnerable, he was just as much so as Vironica was, the only difference is he could actually take care of himself. Vironica finally looked away from his grey eyes as they grew closer to the village. Finally, within a few feet of the village, she broke herself from him and rushed into the village. Here was a place Vironica was used to being, surrounded by people. She easily weaved herself in and out of the people walking and working. Effortlessly Vironica managed to find a shop with a small elfish girl working on clothing. She stepped inside, not bothering to care if he was following as she approached the girl. "Your dresses you make are quite lovely. Do you think you would have anything I might be able to wear?" The girl laughed at Vironica before looking at her and realizing she wasn't a Light elf. However, Frost and Light had little differences between each other. They got along quite well, but it was not very common for a Frost elf to be seen in a Light elf's village. The girl nodded before going behind a counter and pulling out a folded mess of gold and silver, the light elf's choose of colors. Vironica smiled softly, "Might I have a place to try it on?" The girl pointed to a room in the back silently and Vironica nodded before walking away with the folded clothing o the back.

It only took minutes for Vironica to change and step out of the room. The clothing she had been given were something for a small elven man. A shirt that had a collar, loose arms too big for her, pants that wrapped around her waist all too tightly and flared out at the bottom, baggy from her small legs. She had put her hands in the pockets of the pants, the sleeves of the top bunching up as she had done so. The top was too tight around the chest, but she supposed it would have fit nicely for a small elven man. She approached the counter, moving to pull something shinning out of her hair. She looked at, it examined the little butterfly made out of glass for a long time before placing it on the counter. "It's all I have.." The girl that had given her the clothes had taken it, awed it and praised it. Mostly elves did not carry money with them, they traded things for something. Glass, which was only really twisted into objects by the Frost elves since it was so similar to ice, was something they often used to trade.

Mirothan had looked at her dash off into the light elven village and shook his head as he continued to walk slowly into the village. His sturdy and almost scaring appearance made a lot of villagers turn their heads towards him. Neither did the blood stains on his armor and weapon do any good for his entrance, people got out of his way and guards looked sternly at the Fire Elf. Fire elven people had the burden to carry that their diplomatic relations with any other elves were horrible to speak off. All they thought of the Fire Elves was that they were barbarians and were good for nothing else then destruction and mauling of things that were oh so beautifull for others. Guards looked at Mirothan and followed close by, watching what he did and where he was going. Ofcourse the light elven people had no agressiveness towards the Fire Elves, they never trusted them at all. Mirothan had kept an eye on Vironica as he saw her enter the small shop and so Mirothan slowly made his way towards it. His movement was stopped as he now bumped softly into what seemed to be a Light Elven woman carrying wood.

As Mirothan bumped gently into the woman, he accidently sent her falling backwards along with the pile of wood she was carrying. Mirothan swiftly opened his arms and caught the woman by the hip gently and held her up as his other arm went to grab the most of the wood that she had been carrying. Mirothan looked at the woman and gently smiled "I'm sorry for bumping into you, are you alright?" he softly asked as he lifted her to her feet and gently picked up the remains of the wooden pile and held it out to her. At this given time a few guards surrounded Mirothan and drew their swords "Step away from the woman" one of the guards said and in a swift look around Mirothan stepped a metre back and sighed "I havn't done anything to her, nor did I seek harm to the lady, I accidently bumped into her." The woman then stepped up and softly coughed "This man is off no harm."

The guards looked at the lady and nodded as they stepped back and went to continue to do their business. The lady stepped up to Mirothan and smiled "Thank you sir" she said before continuing her way over to the inn that was besides the shop. Mirothan looked as the lady walked into what seemed to be her property and moved on towards the little shop and made his way inside. "Here you are." he softly said as he looked at Vironica, the big man almost didn't fit through the door and had to move slightly sideways through it and then stood normally once more. The sudden appearance of Mirothan made the little girl suprised and stutter for a second "W-welcome to my shop" she softly said as she looked at Mirothan. He responded "Thank you, I'm just here to pick up the woman I'm escorting back home." As Mirothan looked at Vironica he motioned towards the door "It's time to leave anyway." he said as he once again made his way out of the shop and back onto the streets. At that given time, a lot of people had gathered around the little shop and all that Mirothan could see was a halfcircle of guards around the little shop, swords drawn and ready to engage what in their eyes seemed to be an enemy. The captain of the guards stepped out into the circle "You, what are you doing here." he grunted as he pointed his sword at Mirothan.

Mirothan looked at the guard's captain and sighed "I'm escorting this frost elven princess back where she belongs sir, I mean no harm and certainly not towards your people." he said gently as he looked at the inside of the little shop "She's inside of here" he continued and then motioned for Vironica to exit the shop and verify his story. In all hope that was, for if she wouldn't, he would be in serious trouble. It was nothing that the Fire Elven Knight couldn't handle but it would start diplomatic issues for his country and that was the least that he wanted. Ofcourse, this was already the case as the diplomats of all the different races had been slaughtered by the Dark Elves.

Vironica had watched him as he had come inside and frightened the other elf inside as she was paying for the clothing. She sighed and shook her head, not paying attention as he had left the shop. Vironica smiled at the little elf, placing the glass in her hand. She moved, going back to the room to collect something she had forgotten, his cloak. She folded it up in her arms, getting ready to exist as she heard the commotion outside.

"You think we'd believe that? No way a woman would even go near you!" One of the guards said, laughing. Vironica stopped right before she hit the door way. They wouldn't believe her if she said it was he truth, she had to come up with a solution quick. Vironica clutched his cloak to her chest, think, she had to think of a way out of this. "Besides, no way a frost elf would trust a fire elf like you." Another guards came into the little shop. The little elven girl inside the shop ran to the back to hide. They didn't enjoy this, seeing the guards fight with someone, none of the light elves did. Plus, if Mirothan got in a fight with these guards they would both be a lot worse off for it.

Vironica came out of the shop then as the guards began to advance on him. They backed off a bit as they looked at her and she smiled politely. He's going to hate me for this. Standing on he top of the stairs to the shop, Vironica stood face to face with him in height. She looked around at the guards, before knowing what she had to do. Gingerly she moved a hand to touch him on the back of the neck to get Mirothan's attention. When he turned to her, Vironica flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him as passionately as she could. The guards watched in awe, some not really sure how to react at the display.

As quickly as she had done it, she pulled back with a red face. This wasn't something she had exactly wanted to do after this morning, but she knew it was the only way the guards would believe what she said next. "I'm sorry I'm late." The guards, some of them advanced. "W-Why did you do that?" One of them asked and Vironica smiled softly as she extended the cloak out to Mirothan. "We're to be wed, to connect our two realms together and stop the fighting between them." The guards backed off a bit at her words. "Why would they wed you to such a terrible looking elf?" Vironica sighed lightly, wrapping her arms back around Mirothan's neck and drawing him closer to her body. She dropped her gaze from his eyes, pressing her nose against his lightly. "I'm so delicate, they figured it would be a good match since he can protect me." One of the guards cleared his throat with drawing his weapon. "Well..do keep an eye on him, we wouldn't want anything to happen between out realms." Vironica nodded at them smiling as the guards began to disperse and when they were gone out of view she pulled away from Mirothan. "Well...you do seem to make friends easily."

Mirothan was on high alert, multiple guards that had been boxed him in and continued to walk ever so close to him, he had his hand ready to draw out his greatsword if it had been deemed necessairy. He couldn't die there and his body surged up from the oncoming adrenaline the guards were ever so giving him. Remark after remark they had spat upon him but he was used to this kind of verbal abuse, it had been common for him. His appearance and stature never gave him much friendliness over the years. Neither trusted or liked, he never was a part of the society, even in his hometown he was an outsider to everyone. His eyes gleemed of loneliness and his heart had grown cold as an iron ingot over the years, Mirothan was only a tool of war, to be used in times of peril and distress. He had never received a kind word in his life. He had trained to become strong and fearsome, which thus reflected on his appearance and way of being. He had trusted nobody before and wasn't easily persuaded by anything at all, ofcourse his superiors had deemed him worthy of a high position, but nothing close to take a commanding lead, though his skills would deam him worthy of such.

As he was focused on the guards that had been harassing and treatening him for some time now, he felt a soft touch on his neck and turned around to look what had touched him ever so gentle. Before he knew it, Vironica had wrapped herself close around him and planted her lips on his ever so passionate, at first he didn't know what to do, nobody had ever kissed him before in that way. For a split second his mind was in distress but after that second, his mind grew numb and went into her passionate kiss. Sharing the moment with her, it seemed that his iron heart melted partially and something changed inside of him. After the kiss, he knew what she was doing and softly wrapped his right arm around her waist, growing them closer together. As she offered him the cloak, he took it in his left arm and smiled gently "It's okay" he said softly as his gaze turned back onto the guards. He had listened to her explaination to the guards and smiled softly, going along with the show she was giving them. His eyes locked into hers as she pulled him closer and a real smile appeared on his face. She had passed his emotional barrier and was growing ever so close to him. He smiled as they had left and sighed as they unlatched themselves from eachother and looked towards her. "Well you seem to make wedding appointments on the spot as well" he said with a soft smirk and then attached his cloak back to his armor and let it flow over him, not putting up his hood though so the only thing really visible on his body was now his armored boots, his face and the hilt of his greatsword. He looked at her and motioned towards the stables "Do you have any valuables on you ? We would travel twice as fast if we had a horse or two." he said as he then started walking towards the stable, figuring that she would hang close to him to verify their story.

Upon reaching the stables, he went towards the stablemaster and cleared his throat "Excuse me sir, can you show me your finest horse, one capable of carrying a knight and a lady at once. We need to travel towards the Frost Elven Kingdom so it needs to have stamina and strength. I have an item to trade for it so have no doubts about that good man." He said with his deep but relaxed voice. He had nothing more to fear as Vironica had fixed his problems with guards and now they could make their journey towards the Frost Elven Capital, to deliver her at her house and continue on his way home. Or atleast, that was the plan for now.