#archdruidstormrage

“I just want to see my brother what about any of this is hard for you to understand!” Illidan hissed annoyed that a group of clearly ill informed druids blocked his way. 

That was when proceeded to point their spear at the half demon who countered by grabbing it lower than they held it and snapping the hilt into. He saw as Mal approached from up the way a look of concern on his face having heard the conflict.

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He grunted in acknowledgement, too tired to argue. The Archdruid rose from his kneeling position and began to follow Tyrande. The vacant expression on his face caused some elves who had started towards them to rethink their approach, and they backed away to give the pair space.

They returned to their quarters, and Malfurion just blurted it out.

“It’s all my fault Tyrande,” he exclaimed, his voice laden with distress. He began to pace around the tent, his cloak whirling with his movements. “I should never have agreed to lock Illidan up… Yes he did a bad thing, yes he frightened them, but I should have fought harder for him! He’s my brother… My twin… I know he didn’t remake the Well to call the demons back, he wouldn’t do that!”

His hand came up to his face, his fingers tangling in his hairline.

“If it was me… If I had done what he had done, Illidan would have fought them all to protect me. He would have told them all to shove it where the moon doesn’t shine! That he believed in me and that was that! Why couldn’t I do the same for him?”

His hand caught something sharp and he hissed, pulling his now bleeding hand away from his head.

“And these damn antlers are giving me the worst headache I just can’t think straight.”

Tyrande frowned, it hurt her to see her mate so upset and distraught. It hurt more that she didn’t necessarily have the answers to his questions either but she would do her best to listen to him and help him were she could even it that meant all she could do was listen. 

She approached him now that he had stopped pacing and took his injured hand in hers. “Malfurion.” She began her hand glowing silver with the power of Elune as worked at healing his cut hand. “I cannot begin to know the stress this must have put on you, because you’re right Illidan is your brother you have grown up inseparable for so long.”

“I cannot say what Illidan would have done in your position, the war has changed the both of you. Illidan he was always so logical but he’s behaviour lately I just don’t understand it, he’s scared Mal, all his actions have been taken out of fear. I have to agree thought that locking him up was definitely a mistake. We left him alone in a bad place with his thoughts and a woman who hated him, he was never going to learn his lesson there.” 

Once his hand was healed she moved her hand gently to her mates temples and again  let them glow hoping help relieve his pain. 

“I just...don’t like conflict.” Illidan sighed lifting his head from where he’d been resting it on his arms to look at his brother. “Not like this anyway.”

Illidan for all his days of being actively involved in combat and conflict was still a deceptively gentle soul. He fought the legion because they wronged him and his people, they endangered his family... 

When his conflict was his family he simply didn’t know how to handle it, thanks largely to his belief that he would do something they would abandon him again.

Tyrande had been so busy in the last weeks that she barely had time for herself. It seemed everyone needed their high priestess now more than ever, she had scarcely had the time to process the events that had taken place practically in a whirlwind.

She had just stepped back into the camp after slipping away to  see off Illidan and Shanarra. She had been so scatterbrained lately that she hadn’t even had time to consider how Malfurion would feel about his own decision in private. That was until she walked into the tent temple and notice the her mate sitting before the altar. 

She waited for him to finish as she knew she had no right to come between him and the Goddess, then silently she approached him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

☾ - Taking a nighttime walk with them

It was a quiet night, most of the elves in town were still scared the legion was going to drop on them at any moment and nobody could fault them for that.  Gul’dan’s defeat at the Nighthold had only been the tip of the iceberg. 

Tonight however was peaceful for the two Stormrage brothers finally freed from the Nightmare and the Nighthold they were safe once more. It had been Malfurion’s suggestion to go on a walk through the forest of Teldrassil and Illidan saw no harm in it. 

“This is the way things should be.” Illidan said eliciting a brow raise from his brother. “You know, the both of us here together, unharmed, neither of us angry at each other. It’s nice.” 

When the brothers came to a clearing in which the trees parted and the stars and the two moons were visible they paused and looked up. Illidan thought back to when they had been kids and would go out into the wilds of Val’Sharah to do pretty much the same as they were doing now. 

Annoyed flames flared in the dark figures sockets  as he loomed over the the druid. 

“Are you really that surprised brother? Were you not the first to believe I had betrayed you?”  He sneered and flared his wings to further intimidate Malfurion.

“I see now it’s easier to cast my own shadow than live in yours, you left me to rot in a hole for ten thousand years! You would have left me there forever given the chance, You don’t see me as a brother you see me as tool. Well, I will be your tool no longer!” 

Tyrande stood stock straight as the ghostly voice reached her, her brows furrowing in concern as she listened the what Malfurion said to her. This was the first the Priestess had heard of the Archdruid since his departure to Val’Sharah.

She sighed into her her hands. “By Elune... What is happening to this world. Illidan’s gone and now Malfurion is in trouble too.”

She could not just sit idly by and ignore such a call, Malfurion was still a dear friend to her and he had sounded so desperate. She made the choice to go to the Isles almost instantly, it was time all who stood between her and her loved ones remember the fury of the Goddess.