Celedyn

<<When I Rule The World by LIZ>>

The stage is swiftly set by the stagehands. A plush white fur rug, an unassuming duffle bag set to the side, and a pair of intricate candelabras. The stage lights are brought low as they're lit, the candlelight bringing a warm intimate glow.

Celedyn wastes no time, scantily clad in patent leather and pearls. His heels snap with each step, accompanied by the scrape of the chair he drags behind him. Once one takes their eyes off the dazzle of a high elf, they would notice a figure seated in it.

Celedyn gives the chair a spin to face the audience. While his face is hidden by the blindfold, the tattoos make Cythion instantly recognizable, arms bound and pinned uncomfortably back, knees forced wide with a spreader bar over his simple linen pants.

Celedyn steps behind the chair with a little swivel that gives a glimpse of brief glimpse of his ass. Manicured hands down the sturdy back, the wooden legs, lowering to squat with his thighs spread, offering a wink to the audience before snapping up again.

Celedyn steps alongside the chair, one hand resting on the back, grinning impishly as his hips rock in time with the beat. Bound and blind, Cy jumps when platinum hair brushes his thighs as Cele bends sharply at the waist before straightening once more.

Celedyn twirls flirtatiously, then lays himself across the kaldorei’s muscular thighs. His long legs pedal in the air before he swings them, dropping to kneel between those spread legs, resting his arms on Cy's legs like a monarch on a throne.

Celedyn retrieves a small remote. From where? Who knows. But as soon as he presses the button Cy gasps, feet skidding on the floor. Cele laughs before casually tossing it out into the crowd. Does the button do anything? No. But how naughty of you to test it!

Celedyn flips over and snaps to his feet, well rounded ass on shameless display as he shakes his hips, bounces down into two squats and lifts up again. He peeks back, blowing a flirty little kiss as one heel kicks up to give it a jiggle.

Celedyn spins the chair to face away from the crowd. They can see Cele’s attention finally on the kaldorei’s face, his affection unmistakable as he straddles Cy’s lap, lips parting with a sigh as he indulges himself by grinding into him.

Celedyn lays back, gripping Cy’s calves for balance as his long legs switch from one pose to the next, into the splits, walking on air. The high elf folds his body into half before giving a big sweep; knocking the chair off balance to tip towards the crowd.

Celedyn’s calves catch the chair's fall, landing on his knees with Cy's head trapped between his thighs, grinning as he rocks himself into the other man’s face. His sculpted abs flex and he tangles his fingers up into his hair, reveling in the attention.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Cy manages to work the blindfold up just enough to peek up at the elf, hunger smoldering in that stare even as its silvery glow betrays him. Cele gasps, reaching down to push him into darkness once more.

Celedyn reaches back to give an unmistakably harsh tweak to Cy’s pierced nipple, the kaldorei jolting in his bonds. Celedyn laughs and dismounts, standing the chair up with its captive as he smoothly returns to his feet.

Celedyn faces him towards the audience and leaves him there on display. The kaldorei’s skin dewy with sweat, his breath heavy, sharp teeth grinding, the obvious frustration tenting his pants as he tries to track the path as Cele flirts along the crowd.

Celedyn returns to Cy, grabbing hold of the other man and hauling him up to his feet and into a kiss as he boots the chair away. He stays close, murmuring something soft, private to the other man, watching, waiting for his reply. Cythion gives a single nod.

<<I’m So Hot by Chrissy Chlapecka>>

Celedyn smiles and gives an affectionate brush down Cy’s ribs before stepping over to the duffle bag. He gives a mischief filled grin as he pulls several skeins of Shal’dorei silk rope from the bag before pulling out a gleaming pair of scissors.

Celedyn draws the flat of the scissors across Cy’s toned abs, making him jump at the sudden cold. Slowly, teasingly, they slide to the waistband of his pants as Cele’s brows lift in a way that says wouldn’t we ALL rather see these gone?

Celedyn snips the pants away, leaving Cy only in a teeny tiny pair of briefs in a silver that matches his eyes, the fabric so clingy that no matter how hard one stares-- in the flickering candlelight, they can’t QUITE decide if it’s transparent or not.

Celedyn loops the rope behind Cy’s neck, tying a series of knots down its length as he drops to his knees. Each pass behind Cy's back binds another intricate knot, the harness starting to materialize as if by magic beneath the high elf's skilled hands.

Celedyn takes a moment to admire Cy’s physique, hands rubbing across the knotwork, then lower still, sliding over his hips in a way one thinks he just may give the audience a view of the man’s very generous endowment…

Celedyn pulls his hand away, wagging a finger at the crowd. Buy him a drink first, you perverts. He retrieves more rope and sinks back to his knees, kissing Cy’s thighs as he secures knots at his ankles and loops the remainder loosely over the spreader bar.

From above; a heavy O-ring on a cord is lowered. Cele grabs it and with a sweep of his legs is lifted off the ground, spinning with such ease he seems utterly weightless, as if a breeze could send him drifting glamorously across the continent.

Celedyn is instead gently lowered back to the floor. Satisfied, he begins looping the long trails of ropes through the ring, knotting them carefully in place; until with a final pull, Cy’s ankles are pulled up from beneath him and he falls back.

There is no panic as the kaldorei suddenly finds himself cradled in the ropes, the trust between the pair unmistakable. Celedyn looks fondly down at him as he seats himself comfortably atop Cy’s chest and at long last removes the blindfold.

<<Tamagotchi by TIMMS>>

Celedyn beams down at the other man as Cy blinks to let his eyes adjust to the sudden intrusion of light. He plants a soft kiss on the kaldorei’s pierced lips before slipping back to the floor, retrieving a votive and lighting it with a candlestick.

Celedyn returns to the kaldorei’s side, letting him watch as the low temperature wax melts easily, forming a translucent layer visible through the votive’s glass as he gently rocks the candle to keep the warmth moving.

Celedyn tips the candle, letting the wax pour over the side and onto his skin, drips and spatters quickly cooling into an entirely unsubtle pearlescent and slightly translucent white that warms the skin beneath it.

Celedyn rubs his hand through the wax, massaging the oils into Cy’s skin, making the well-muscled pink flesh absolutely gleam. He gives a smirk to the audience that asks wouldn’t you just love to be me right now?

Celedyn steps back as Cy is lifted upwards, the kaldorei’s expression relaxed, blissful within his bonds as the warm oil sinks into his flesh. Below, Cele stretches languidly out on the fur rug, then rolls up onto his shoulders, legs pedaling in the air.

Carefully, Cy is lowered until high heels barely kiss skin, as if walking over his broad back. Cele chuckles and rolls to his side, getting a little work done while one hand idly strokes over the kaldorei, he opens a folio to sign a few pages.

Celedyn closes the folio back up. Honestly, who can get work done at a time like this? His fingers curl into the rope work and he presses kisses into Cy’s back as the bound kaldorei is lifted once more, pulling the Celedyn into the air along with him.

Celedyn reaches up to grip the rope and gives a great sweep of his legs for momentum that swings him up and over, recovering his balance in a handstand atop Cy’s chest, gripping the ropes as his legs part in the splits and he plants a kiss on his belly.

Celedyn slowly, carefully curls his stomach, keeping that treacherous balance until he’s seated straddling Cy’s chest. He beams out at the audience and gives a flourish to demand applause as they're lowered; but make no mistake, he’s not finished.

<<Tantrum by Ashnikko>>

Celedyn dismounts and strolls over to one of the candelabras, retrieving it and its twin. He plucks a single candlestick, holding it beneath Cy a few moments before the rising heat jostles Cy from his reverie, sending him twisting in his bonds with a cry.

Celedyn grins and retrieves several more votives, letting Cy watch as he lights each from the candlestick and places them upon his chest. Cy’s silver eyes go wide and he starts to squirm in his bonds, not able to thrash without risking spilling them.

Celedyn leans over Cythion with an impish smile. While the wax he pours over Cy’s chest is low melt, the candlesticks that he pushes into it most certainly are not, a few stray spatters making him jolt and struggle as the candlesticks are stuck to his skin.

The kaldorei is once more hoisted up like some perverse chandelier, with Celedyn hanging from it. While the high elf changes from one pose to the next beneath him, Cy’s attention is glued to the candles, desperately trying to keep them steady.

Celedyn seems utterly uninterested in Cy’s plight; his physique on full display from pose to pose as he makes sure everyone gets a look. As hot wax dribbles onto the kaldorei's skin, the cries that sound out... that certainly doesn't SOUND like pain.

Celedyn is lowered to the floor, taking a moment to fix his wavy tousle of hair while Cy pants heatedly beside him. Cele watches a few moments, then grabs Cy by the hair and drags him down into a kiss, swallowing the cry as wax pours over his chest.

Celedyn holds the kiss until they’re both breathless by the time it breaks. He sweeps the remaining votives from Cy’s torso and swings up, kneeling atop him. One hand drags up his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart and utterly thrilled by it.

Celedyn climbs to his feet, heels digging cruelly into Cy’s flesh as the high elf’s legs start pumping, building momentum to swing out higher and higher over the audience. Candles splatter, spill, and are finally snuffed out as they rain down.

Celedyn leans down to snatch up the folio, the shift sending the pair spinning as he seats himself atop Cy’s chest, letting those long legs kick out in a cheesecake pose. With one pass over the crowd, he throws the folio out, papers raining like confetti.

Not just any papers, of course, the pages that rain out over the audience are signed boudoir shots of the pair befitting the clinch cover of a Steamy Romance Novel… though it would require cropping and strategic title block placement.

Celedyn climbs down as the music ends, carefully helping guide Cy as he is lowered to the fur rug. The scissors are retrieved and swiftly used to cut him loose before he is helped to his feet. Celedyn makes it half way through his bow before Cy pounces.

Celedyn yelps with delight as he's snatched up into the kaldorei's arms. He laughs, tipped as Cy takes a bow of his own, the kaldorei looking very much like the cat who has caught the canary as Cele blows kisses over his shoulder and they depart.

<< Problem by Natalia Kills>>

Celedyn makes the towering pair of high heels look easy as he saunters the perimeter of the stage clad in leather and lace. His makeup is colorful, dramatic, his eyes smoldering as his tongue runs flirtatiously over ruby lips.

Celedyn bends, sliding his hands up long legs, pants so tight that you could tell the high elf’s religion if he had one. The filigree of the shirt gives a peek at long gloves and a bare chest sparkling with body glitter beneath.

His blue eyes sweep over the audience before setting on %t, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he fingers the lace of his low-cut shirt and saunters towards them.

Celedyn drops to his knees in front of %t and reaches for their hands, guiding them to either side of the fabric. His hands close over theirs and he gives a little wink before tearing the shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the floor.

Celedyn grins and sits back, letting his hands rub languidly over his own muscled chest, his physique so well-toned it is unmistakable vanity. The high elf's abs tighten as he rocks his hips, just swiffering the floorboards with his taint.

Celedyn blows %t a little kiss and then rolls back, popping gracefully up to his feet. He turns away, shrugging off what remains of his shirt to reveal long leather gloves, supple and fit precisely to the curve of his biceps.

Celedyn sets his feet into a wide stance, hips rocking to the beat. He gives a toss of his hair and casts a playful grin out into the crowd, letting his fingers slip along his waistband. It might be called teasing if it weren't all so shamelessly obvious.

Of COURSE they're tear-away pants; and with the sound of snaps bursting free, the high elf is suddenly stripped down to a pair of thigh high fishnets and what barely qualifies as the suggestion of a thong, studded in rhinestones and clinging to his hips by teeny tiny ribbons tied into a pair of bows. He gives his ass a slow, shameless sway as he saunters upstage to a chair, then pauses, pursing his lips. Something’s missing…

Celedyn looks off into the wings of the stage and his smile widens. He crooks a finger towards Ryland and bends to give the chair an inviting little pat.

Ryland doesn’t need to be asked twice. The Tart steps back onto the stage, giving the audience a waggle of his eyebrows as he makes his way to the chair, sitting nice and comfortably with an indulgent little stretch.

Celedyn struts an unhurried path around the chair, admiring the half elf like a piece of fine art. He stops in front of him and lifts one leg to place the high heel neatly between Ryland’s thighs, commanding his undivided attention.

Celedyn presses with his heel to tip the chair back on two feet, tilting it further and further until Ryland is forced to grab hold of his leg or topple right off. The high elf gives an approving smile at the touch as he lowers the chair back to the floor.

Celedyn turns and slides onto Ryland’s lap while rocking his hips to the beat. Already invited, the half elf lets his hands travel up Celedyn’s thighs, smoothing over his hips before approaching the ribbons that hold that insult of a thong in place.

Celedyn turns, twisting away from those grasping fingers as he seats himself across Ryland’s lap. His spine lifts in a dramatic curve as he kicks his heels up into the air, forcing the other man to abandon the ribbons and catch him before he falls.

Celedyn gives the half elf a teasing grin and uprights himself before standing to straddle his lap. He shakes his ass to the tempo, taunting as Ryland snatches for the ribbons in one attempt after another, like a cat swiping a bit of string.

Ryland finally leans forward and grabs two firm handfuls of Celedyn’s ass to pull him into his lap once more. The high elf laughs, rocking into him, pretending to not notice as those hands creep higher and higher towards victory.

Their eyes meet as Ryland takes hold of the pair of ribbons, holding the heated look between them for just a moment before he tugs the bows loose.

Just as the garment is snatched away, the lights suddenly cut, plunging the stage into darkness.

<<Put Your Graffiti On Me by Kay Graham>>

There is the soft shuddering sound of electricity as black lights flicker to life, bathing the audience and the stage in their dark glow.

Celedyn hasn’t moved, his form still visible as a shadow in front of the glow of Ryland’s t-shirt and faded denim. The high elf’s gloves and thigh highs are UV reactive while his hair glows in moonlit silver.

Celedyn turns his head, luminous blue eyes casting a glance over his shoulder. The UV reactive red of his painted lips curls with a mischief filled smile as he gives a teasing sway of his silhouetted hips.

Celedyn grabs hold of Ryland’s shirt, pulling him in close. His eyes flit over the half elf’s face, lips parted and lingering scant millimeters away. Celedyn smirks and then dips his head down, stamping a trail of neon kisses on his neck.

The glow of Celedyn’s fishnet stockings reveals he is sinking lower, down to his knees between Ryland’s thighs. He reaches out to rip the half elf’s shirt open, pressing his lips to the obscured flesh and leaving glowing kisses in his wake.

Celedyn leans forward to dip his palms into paint and reaches for the shadows of Ryland's torso. The sudden smears of UV reactive paint put his well-muscled chest on display; revealing the growing arch of his back as those kisses drop lower.

Ryland puffs and leans forward to dip his own hands into paint before reaching down to haul Celedyn up into his lap. The paint leaves bright slashes of color across the high elf’s upper back that drip slow trails down his spine.

Those drips sink lower and lower, swaying as the high elf moves to the tempo, dipping into the curve of his spine before rolling down the swell of that silhouetted ass.

Ryland gives his rear an appreciative squeeze before letting his hands return to Celedyn’s hips, letting the audience have a clear view as the high elf’s hips rock to the tempo, grinding himself needily into the half elf's lap.

Celedyn tips back, legs windmilling to swing over to one side before high heeled feet click neatly on the floor as he stands. He lets his fingertips drag along Ryland’s skin as he circles the other elf, leaving bright trails draped in their wake.

Celedyn rolls his hips seductively, smiling out at the crowd as one hand runs glowing paint from his sternum up to his throat. He licks at the tips of his fingers, the glow briefly held on his tongue before he swallows it down and turns back to Ryland.

Celedyn sets one high heeled foot on Ryland’s opposite thigh, repeating with the other to leave the high elf’s legs crossed neatly at the knees. Ryland reaches down, grabbing each ankle and dragging them apart, flipping Celedyn over.

Ryland tugs the legs further apart, drawing the high elf’s thighs up onto his hips. With a wicked smile he reaches down to tangle his fingers into Celedyn’s hair, grip tightening as he hauls him up onto his lap.

Celedyn writhes as Ryland leans in to bite his neck, breaking a paint pill and letting it drip neon down his chest. His breath can be seen quickening as the pair both rub paint into his skin, before one of his own hands dips down between his thighs.

Ryland's hand moves down to cover Celedyn's, giving him a rough squeeze while the other tightens its grip on his hair. He gives a firm pull, tugging the high elf into alignment for a heated kiss, lips meeting just as the lights shut out.

By the time the regular lights flutter on once more, Celedyn has collected Ryland’s torn shirt and wrapped the itty bitty bit of fabric around his hips. The pair grin, offering kisses, waves, and a bow to each before Celedyn minces off.

Regarding Celedyn’s age, while there are a lot of ideas about elven life spans out there, there is lore to support extreme longevity in the Quel’dorei. We had seen multiple examples of elves that were at least in the 2700+ range due to their participation in the Troll Wars (see in game book The Guardians of Tirisfal which is dated at 2700 Before Dark Portal and details historic events that take place after the conclusion of the Troll Wars. (https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Guardians_of_Tirisfal and backed up by Chronicles 1 pg 133) known participants : Anasterian, survived until 22 ADP. Galell survived until some time after 26 ADP. (Per Blood of the Highborne ch.1) Dar’Khan survived until 22 ADP then risen into undeath. (Per Blood of the Highborne ch.1) Liadrin, Lor’themar, Halduron (Per Blood of the Highborne ch.1) Alleria (Per the Warcraft Encyclopedia online entry confirmed canon by Sean Copeland and archived at https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Warcraft_Encyclopedia/Alleria_Windrunner)  survived to the current timeline. 

A real obscure pull is the Elven Engineers: survived from establishment of Dalaran (~2700 BDP per Chronicles 1 pg 134) to 22 ADP (“Prince Kael, the other engineers and I helped to build Dalaran's original defenses.” Warcraft 3 secret chapter The Crossing  https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Crossing_(WC3_BloodElf) 

Of course all of those seemed really really old until we got Lorash Sunbeam born in Tirisfal Glades (A Good War pg 50) where the Quel’Dorei first landed in 7,000 BDP (Chronicles 1 pg 118) placing his birth prior to their 6,800 BDP immigration to Quel Thalas (Chronicles 1 pg 120 and https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Founding_of_Quel%27Thalas ) and survived to ~34 ADP along with his mother born an undefined time prior to that and survived until the scourge invasion of Silvermoon 22 ADP. 

All this is to say that Quel’Dorei have a lot of room for maximum ages. I personally like the headcanon that subsequent generations of Quel’Dorei are less long lived than their Highborne ancestors because it leaves room for people who like a shorter lifespan, but Celedyn is OLD old and much like Alleria who gave birth to Arator in Outland while she was at least in the 2800ish range and is flawless and beautiful every time Blizzard puts her in a cutscene, he does not show it. 

Celedyn was a participant in the Troll Wars in that I treat it as a period that all elves were participants. It was a time that they were under so much pressure that complete extinction was eminent (“Clearly the trolls were winning”… “without assistance from Arator, the trolls would soon destroy Quel’Thalas” … “Teaching the arcane arts to the humans could easily lead to disaster. Yet as much as this possibility troubled Anasterian, his own people were facing exctinction.” Chronicles 1 pg 130) and I handle it as a period of martial law where the entire combat capable population was drafted into service with no room for civilians.

In contrast with contemporary Quel’Thalas, even with 90% of the population wiped out in the aftermath of Arthas’s attack we don’t see that same level of desperation. The Horde and the Alliance are sending emissaries courting Quel’Thalas to join them and when Lor’themar sends his letter of acceptance following the Forsaken’s assistance with Dar’Khan; his tone is much more that he is pleased they will not look weak than one of compromising for the purposes of survival. ( https://www.wowhead.com/tbc/quest=9621/envoy-to-the-horde  and https://www.wowhead.com/tbc/item=23930/letter-sealed-by-sylvanas)

Celedyn has foundational training in magic, which I treat as just having been common in Quel’Thalan schooling and life, but he was not a particularly exceptional spellcaster and he is gentle in nature and cowardly and unsuited to combat. Instead, most of his service during the Troll Wars was as a messenger and scout, where he could take advantage of his talent for running away to find a military unit capable of protecting him.

The elves already knew that arcane magic attracted the attention of the Burning Legion. (“Many of the high elves grew wary of their rampant use of arcane magic, fearing it could draw the Burning Legion to Azeroth once again. Dath’Remar sent his most powerful arcanists to find a solution. Over several decades they built a series of monolithic Runestones around Quel’Thalas’s borders. This barrier was called Ban’dinoriel, or “the Gatekeeper” in the high elven tongue. It would prevent others from detecting the elves’ usage of arcane magic” Chronicles 1 pg 121) (“The shield was tied to a series of monolithic Runestones, relics that prevented the Burning Legion and other outsiders from detecting the arcane magics wielded by the high elves. They also weakened the powers of their enemies, such as the Amani trolls.” Chronicles 2 pg 162)

Ban’dinoriel is a term used inconsistently in lore. It seems to be a blanket name for all of the multiple systems of protection around Quel’Thalas, including the two elfgate shields and the protective monolithic Runestones. 

As best I am able to decipher, the First Elfgate is tied to the protection from magical detection, offensive spells, and supression of hostile behavior from animals that surrounds the full borders of Quel’Thalas and is powered by the Monolithic Runestones. When Orgim had Gul’dan dismantle the monolitic Runestone at Caer Darrow, it restored their magic and allowed them to storm through Quel’Thalas. (With the Runestone desecrated, the Horde’s death knights and other spellcasters regained their powers” Chronicles 2 pg 164) Some form of repair may have been done to this barrier or potentially only to the Elfgate itself, because Arthas had to destroy this Elfgate on his march.

An additional barrier around Silvermoon is described as being summoned by magi during Ogrim’s assault and powered by the Sunwell at the time (“Their fire washes over the city but does not touch it, and their claws are repelled by an invisible barrier they cannot break.” “It is the Sunwell,” Gul’dan commented, turning back to take part in the conversation. “The elven source of magic. It gives them immense power.” Tides of Darkness ch 15) by the time Arthas is marching through Quel’Thalas the Silvermoon barrier is supported by a series of mooncrystals and it is also called Ban’dinoriel (“Thus interconnected, the crystals created a field of energy known as Ban’dinoriel - The Gatekeeper.” Arthas: Rise of the Lich King ch 19) 

Sometimes the second elfgate is treated as being part of the protections around Silvermoon city and sometimes it is interpreted as part of the protection around Eversong woods that is represented in game by Eversong still being lush and green while the Ghostlands is withered after being burned down by the red dragonflight, but your guess is as good as mine. (“Silvermoon City was protected by a number of magical barriers. Two were the elfgates, which were positioned at strategic points on the main road to the capital. The third and most powerful barrier was called Ban’dinoriel. It was an impenetrable shield that derived its power from the Sunwell.” Chronicles 3 pg 63)

People may have multiple interpretations for what all this means or if one defense superseded another or if there was a continuity error, but for the purposes of this post I will use Ban’dinoriel broadly for all magical systems of elven protection, including any systems that suppress offensive magic and any systems that physically block attacks or invaders, and I will only use Runestones when referring to monolithic Runestones. 

Bringing this all back to Celedyn, he previously had a fiancé, Ardoras. Ardoras was what would be presently called a balance druid, an expert on the astral connections between nature and the arcane. His shan’do was one of the creators of the monolithic Runestones and had trained Ardoras to assist with and one day be his successor in their maintenance.  

During the Troll Wars the first human mages are trained, and they are wildly talented (“Although the humans lacked grace and subtlety in their castings, they possessed a startling natural affinity to magic.” Chronicles 1 pg 130) but following the Troll Wars, Ardoras was upset with he way the human mages had been handled, that they had been given power without warning and that their elven teachers had taught them how to function as weapons but had not taught them of the risks or offered guidance on defense. He discussed all of this with his fiancé Celedyn and it fostered sedition in the pair as things worsened and the formerly nomadic humans began to establish permanent colonies only to have them besieged by the Burning Legion, still without the mages aware that they were the cause of the attacks. (The Guardians of Tirisfal https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Guardians_of_Tirisfal) 

The Quel’thalan druids were particularly sensitive to these assaults. They remembered well the risks that came from unchecked magic, and the choice that the first druid Malfurion had made to banish the arcane affiliated Highborne (To clarify, while the Sundering took place 10,000 BDP, the exile of the Highborne was not until 7,300 BDP and I assume that there were druids trained in that time that due to family ties and other relationships or simply using arcane as part of their own practices; who went alongside the exiled Highborne.) They knew that sharing the exact secrets of Ban’dinoriel’s protection would put the elven kingdom at too great a risk, but they could not stand idly by; and so they decided they would extend the barrier of protection themselves.

They didn’t explain why they had offered to gift an elven artifact to the nearby settlement of Caer Darrow; and the Barov family certainly wasn’t about to question it. In secret they had built another monolithic Runestone, bound it to Ban’dinoriel and delivered it to the island. Unfortunately, they had greatly overestimated the Barov’s capacity for discretion, and soon word of this offering reached the ears of the magisters.

What the druids did not know is that the magi that ruled Quel’Thalas the Council of Silvermoon, were already well aware of the problem and had a solution of their own in mind, one that would allow them a level of political influence over the human kingdom (“Having agreed that they could not prohibit the use of magic, the Council of Silvermoon and the magocragy of Dalaran decided on another solution. Together, they formed a clandestine order to deal with the demonic invaders.” Chronicles 1 pg135) and the druid’s solution of simply extending Quel’Thalas’s protection threatened their ability to monitor and control the human mages that were rampantly growing in both numbers and power.

The Council’s retaliation was swift and succinct. Overnight; magisters capable of manipulating the thoughts and memories of others (See the interaction in the Silvermoon bazaar. https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Priest_Ennas   While some people feel this level of totalitarianism was reflective of Kael’Thas’s reign, it is important to note that Silvermoon was never under his direct rule. After learning Anasterian and the Council had died during Arthas’s march on Quel’Danas, he destroyed the corrupted Sunwell, named Lor’themar his regent and immediately departed for Dalaran and later Outland) were dispatched, the druids of had their minds overwritten, and the history of their contributions to Quel’Thalas were erased (This is meta commentary relating to early concept maps featuring a world tree in Quel’Thalas  https://twitter.com/manaborne/status/1449913597950300162?s=46&t=lRdyqF10RdSWO2uXdPr8Pw that was then downgraded Thas’alah to just being a pretty cool tree, and the original manual for Warcraft II Tides of Darkness saying that the Caer Darrow runestone was placed by Elven Druids https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Warcraft_II:_Tides_of_Darkness_manual#The_Runestone_at_Caer_Darrowwhich was later changed in the Warcraft Encyclopedia to “Elven Magi”) 

Celedyn was not directly involved in the creation of the Caer Darrow monolithic Runestone, but he accompanied Ardoras, and he knew that what the druids were doing was in defiance of the ruling powers of Quel’thalas. Shortly after their return to Silvermoon, he came to visit Ardoras late one night after an evening of partying and debauchery and he found his fiancé calm and content and not recognizing him at all. He ran to get help from Ardoras’s shan’do but found that he was calm and content and not recognizing him at all. When Celedyn returned to his own home, he noticed the door was very slightly ajar. He turned around and he started walking and did not stop and that was the last time he saw Quel’Thalas. 

Bonus content for people who made it this far and presumably just love obscure citations about druidic presence in Quel’Thalas: 

See Emmarel Shadewarden, sent by the Unseen Path to fight alongside Talanas Windrunner against the Amani (“I fought alongside its first wielder, Talanas Windrunner, during an Amani troll incursion.”  https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Rendezvous_with_the_Courier#Notes ) I personally don’t interpret this was the contemporary invasion associated with the Zul’Aman raid. We are told that the bow Thas’Dorah has been passed though multiple Windrunner generations of Ranger Generals (Including Grandmother Alleria her daughter Lireesa, and Current Alleria who refused the title but took the bow then lost it.) and while one may interpret that Talanas passed down the title and weapon while he was still alive and simply survived until the contemporary Zul’Aman conflict where he met Emmarel, I am not aware of us ever seeing elven ascension working that way. Anasterian and Lireesa both passed their titles on when they died and Anasterian is treated as being past his prime while still retaining the title by the time Arthas is attacking. By the time the ZA raid came out, the title of Ranger General had already passed down many generations and I think that is because Talanas was already long dead.

Dath’Remar did step down as LEADER following the creation of Ban’Dinoriel (Chronicles 1, pg 121) but not explicitly as King and the King of Quel’thalas has not been the political leader since the establishment of the Convocation of Silvermoon (“The Convocation of Silvermoon was founded as the ruling power over Quel'Thalas, though the Sunstrider Dynasty maintained a modicum of political power. https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/The_Founding_of_Quel%27Thalas ) I don’t put an upper limit on the start or length of the Troll Wars but it is note worthy that Talanas was declared Ranger General in them; and Current Alleria who is at least three generations removed also fought in them but she was not offered the title of Ranger General until her mother Lireesa died in the Second War (“It wasn't until the orcs allied with the Amani trolls and turned their attention to Quel'Thalas that the Highborne understood the true threat. Many elven rangers--including Lireesa Windrunner, the ranger-general--died in a bloody attack.”  https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Tales_of_the_Hunt#:~:text=Tales%20of%20the%20Hunt%20is,lore%20about%20the%20hunter%20artifacts. ) and YES dear reader that does mean Sylvanas was not originally intended to be the military head and only held the role for 2 decades at the most and maybe that’s why she’s not very good at leadership.