#elithe roseflame

Okay, but, like. I’m in love with the idea of Sylvanas being in love. I just could see everyone thinking she is the worst girlfriend ever but she turns out to be the most protective and loving. I can’t stop thinking about it because of the Love is in the Air event.

It’s kinda ironic how it’s Valentine’s Day, but the prompt is extremely sad. Though, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about Elithe’s history. So ... sorry, not sorry. 

Losing Something/Someone Important:

   The battle of Quel'thalas is one that the Sin'dorei would remember for the remainder of their long lives. It was the day Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner was turned into a banshee, the Scourge had trampled the elven lands, and Elithe lost everything she had ever known. Silvermoon had been in a state of mass panic. Word had been received from Sylvanas that there was an attack heading inland. Nobody knew what was coming, but they thought they could handle anything that could ever be thrown their way. No one had ever breached Silvermoon.

  Before it all began, the eldest of the Roseflame siblings pulled his sisters to the side. The twins took their chance to hug him tightly. Ze'daras wrapped his arms around them both and held them close. They all knew the possibilities. There was a chance that one, if not all of them, would survive the fight. None of them were in the same sections and therefore wouldn't know the outcome until the very end.

  "Be strong, My Suns." Ze'daras had whispered to them, "We will all make it out of this alive."

  His word stayed with Elithe throughout the battle. She raised her sword against the countless numbers of Scourge and was determined to come out of it alive. She refused to have her siblings be told that she was dead. She fought them all for so long to protect her homeland. However, Elithe realized long before anyone else that they weren't going to come out as victorious. They were going to lose. There were too outnumbered by lifeless being that felt no pain. So, she had done the only thing she could think to do. She searched for her siblings.

  She found her sister on the ground, propped against large chunks of rubble from damaged buildings and bleeding out. Her skin was deathly pale and covered with a thin layer of sweat. Her eyes were barely open, leaving nothing but a small sliver of green showing. The only thing letting Elithe know she was alive. The other girl was hardly breathing.

  Bite marks littered her body with large areas of flesh having been ripped off. Her right arm was missing from the elbow down, bleeding heavily on to the ground.  Elithe tried to grab her sister's remaining arm but were not strong enough to move her. All of her strength had been drained trying to find Faeriah.

  "Y-You're gonna be fine, Sister." She rambled as she cut a large strip of cloth from her shirt, "Everything will be fine."

  Elithe tied the cloth tightly around her sister's stub. She was the farthest thing from a healer, but she understood some of the basics. She needed to somehow get the bleeding to cease. If she continued at this rate, she’d bleed to death. Hands shaking uncontrollably, Elithe wrapped her sister’s other arm around her neck and tried to lift her up. Faeriah cried out and Elithe apologized profusely. It tore her heart to shreds to hear Faeriah be in so much pain, but they needed to get out of the open ground.

  "Ze... daras..." Faeriah whined

  Trying to remain calm, Elithe shushes her softly, "Brother is probably doing great. He-"

  "No...” She rasped, “Ze... Gone."

   The warrior elf almost collapsed when hearing those words. Her body became numb and lost strength in her legs. Tears stung at her eyes, threatening to fall, but she wouldn’t let them. Instead, she ground her teeth together and blinked the tears back. First, they had to find a safe spot.

   Their “safe spot” turned out to be a damaged home. The area was still covered with the undead, but it was the best that she could find. She couldn’t take Faeriah too far. They were both too slow to run. Elithe sat her sister in a corner with her back against the wall.

   Elithe peeked around the door to survey the area. The monsters continued to kill any elf within sight. Corpses and debris littered the streets. Bile began to rise into Elithe’s throat. She had seen death before, has killed before, but this was different. While she sought to protect, this was to destroy. This was a massacre. Shaking her head, she fought to keep hope for herself and her people.

   “We’re okay.” She breathed, “We’re gonna be okay.”

   Elithe turned around, trying to fake a smile, but froze in her place. Faeriah was staring blankly at nothing, her eyes glazed over completely. She had slid further on to the ground and her head had tilted into the wall. Rushing to her sister, she gently held Faeriah’s face in her hands, tapping her cheeks lightly. Her breathing became erratic as her sister’s continued to slow.

   “No, no, no!” She cried out, “Fae! Fae!”

    Her once glowing eyes had dulled and her breathing slowed to a stop. It was quickly becoming clear to Elithe that her pleading was of no use. Faeriah Roseflame was dead. She had passed on to the other side with their older brother. Elithe curled into a ball in an attempt to keep her sobbing as quiet as possible.

    It hurt so much. She has never been in so much pain in her hundred years of life. It was as if half of her heart and soul had been ripped out of her body. Her entire body shook like a leaf as her mind tried to process the events that have passed. Her city was lost. The remainder of her family was dead. Elithe was alone. 

A/N: I don't usually post stories. But I have been wanting to post this for awhile. Even tho i'm super behind the Burning of Teldrassil and how everyone had their elves reacting to it. So... I hope yall enjoy.

Sylvanas Windrunner x OC

    It was almost depressing to cut through the Kaldorei forces, to invade their towns in both Ashenvale and Darkshore. Though, nothing was taken without a fight. When facing a people so finely tuned with nature itself, even the trees fought against the might of the Horde. Malfurion Stormrage made sure of that. They fought bravely with the tree ents, whisps, and barely clothed archers. The Kaldorei used all of their strength, but in the end, the Horde had cut them all down.

    Elithe stood triumphant through it all, her armor splattered heavily with dark blood. She had pulled off her shield and thrown it into the sand of Lor'danel while her ax remained embedded in the chest of an elven commander. Staring ahead at the tree, she took deep breaths. Though this was the moment of peace, her heart was still pounding loudly in her ears. Her arms and legs were sore, ready to give out from under her, and she could feel the bruises developing under her plate protection.

    Her ears twitched at the muffled sound of a dying voice. A Darnassian sentinel was on the ground with multiple arrows sticking out of her back. She asked Sylvanas why she was going to invade the tree. Elithe turned away, holding no desire to hear the dying words of another, and scanned through the immediate area. Kaldorei corpses lay everywhere, their blood soaking into the sand of their shoreline. Horde soldiers stood at the ready for Sylvanas' command to invade the tree. All of the troops appeared to be exhausted, but ready to go.

    "Burn it," She twirled around to see the situation when hearing the sudden command, "Burn it!"

    Elithe watched as balls of fire were launched at Teldrassil. The bark and leaves took to the sparks immediately. It didn't take long for the tree to burst into flames. Thousands upon thousands of screams rang clear, even from this distance. In turn, Horde troops cried out in horror. Innocent Kaldorei citizens, defenseless families and thousands of children, were being murdered for no other reason than because they happen to be inside the tree. Even the most hardened warriors had their eyes fill with tears and disbelief.

    For a moment, she spared a glance at Sylvanas, who was standing proudly as Teldrassil went down in flames. For that brief second, she felt unclean and shameful. Her skin was crawling at the thought of the people inside the tree. Was this really what their proud and honorable armies have been dragged into? Turning her eyes back to the great flame, she found herself thrown back into the abyss of her own memories.

    It was as if she was in Quel'thalas once more as a young Quel'dorei. Her heart clenched at the memory of a crumbling Silvermoon. She had been so weak then, so afraid of dying. Her pain had been so deep that it left wounds in her very soul. Elithe had spent so many sleepless nights while shedding countless tears over a lost home. Even now, she is plagued by nightmares.

    No more.

    There was no more time to lay crying over what should have been. It was finally the moment to move on, to use her rage as fuel towards whatever comes next. The thought of sending innocents to their death has always made her stomach tighten into harsh knots, but she realized the decision has already been made. She understood the reasoning, as grim and horrific as it may be, and Sylvanas couldn't be dissuaded. It didn't exactly matter what a lowly warrior believed about the situation.

    Meanwhile, Sylvanas Windrunner had turned around, finally noticing how her lover was staring blankly at the tree. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected the sight before her. Elithe, who usually stood with her shoulders slouched, was holding her head high and had her shoulders pushed back. Her fiery hair had been pushed back to expose both of her pale eyes eyes. She seemed to be in another world entirely. Already aggravated by the sudden questioning of her leadership, Sylvanas marched in front of the warrior and took her rosey face in her hand. Elithe remained fixated on the burning tree, the flames illuminating her snowy eyes as they flickered.

    Sylvanas tapped her hand against the warrior's cheek and asked, "Do you question my decision, Roseflame?"

    "I don't question you," She uttered softly, "but we both know that many will."

    The Forsaken queen wrapped her clawed hand around the back of her girlfriend's neck and tangled her fingers into the girl's hair. She placed a chaste kiss on the warrior's head before looking down. The edges of her lips seemed to twitch as if she were fighting back a smile as an almost loving light filled her crimson eyes. Sylvanas could still see the flame still flickering brightly inside the soul of her lover. Although clearly in shock at the change of plans, Elithe's loyalty hasn't wavered.

    "Rest easy, fearless warrior," She whispered softly into her ear, "I will need you for the war to come."

    Elithe pulled away. They were all going to war yet again. She looked out to the Horde army. There were so many different expressions filling the eyes and faces of her people. Anger, confusion, excitement, grief, and fear. Many stared at her with disgust for being so loving towards an honorless Warchief. It was an entire sea of emotions that Elithe found herself drowning in. 

    Reaching down, Elithe grabbed hold of the grip of her ax and yanked it roughly from the corpse. A stomach-turning crack and squelch sounded from where her blade exited the body, leaving a deep gash in the chest. She ignored the way her stomach knotted and her lungs tightened as she slung the bloody axe over her shoulder.

Transparent Elithe for PrideCraft!

I hope y’all were wanting something else involving Elithe, because I had another idea for her and Sylvanas being the badass couple I imagine them to be

Hi. Okay. I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a few days and I wanted to share. I’ll get to requests ASAP, but I’ve hit a major block with them. I promise that I’m still trying

Sylvanas Windrunner x Elithe Roseflame ((My OC)):

    It had been almost a year since Sylvanas sent Elithe to Suramar. The high elf had wanted her to encourage an alliance with them, to try and bring them to the Horde. Elithe did not deny her love’s wish. In a way, she did have a small advantage over the other races. As a blood elf, she understood the addiction of the Shal’dorei better than most others. She also had the advantage of having Sylvanas’ trust to get things done.

    Now, she had returned to her home in Undercity, the one place that most living beings did not wish to go. The stench of rotting flesh, courtesy of the ever-wandering Grotesque and slowly decomposing Forsaken, and sewage could be found long before even entering the ruins. For Elithe, none of this bothered her anymore. Her sense of smell had adjusted a long time ago.

    As she walked, several Forsaken stopped to salute her, while others gave her brief greetings. Although never spoken aloud, they all knew she belonged to the Dark Lady and respected her for it. They trusted their queen. Even a few Dark Rangers gave nods of acknowledgment. It helped that she has been a Champion of the Horde for a very long time.

    Elithe approached the room she knew Sylvanas to be in but stopped in the doorway. She saw her love speaking quietly to her champion, Nathanos Blightcaller. Just seeing the man caused Elithe’s stomach to twist into knots. His arrogant aura always managed to infuriate her. His crimson eyes flickered past Sylvanas and on to her, a malicious smile spreading across his face. Elithe narrowed her eyes at him. If there was anything to be known about Nathanos, it was that he hates everyone he believes to be too close to Sylvanas. As the queen’s beloved, she was number one on his hate list.

    Sylvanas turned her head to see what Nathanos was staring at. Upon seeing who it was, the queen rolled her eyes. She then turned back to Nathanos, saying something else that Elithe couldn’t make out. He nodded and walked past his leader. His eyes connected with Elithe’s as he got closer.

    “Jealous, woman?” He sneered, continuing passed her

    The elf stood straight, still shorter than him by a foot, and her snowy eyes darkened. He knew exactly how to get underneath her skin. Within a moment, Elithe had a firm grip on his arm and pulled him back to face her. Rage filled her body as she dug her nails into his skin. Intimidation doesn’t work on Nathanos, it never has, but that wasn’t the point of her actions. She refuses to let him think she won’t stand up for herself.

    “Jealousy is bred from insecurity, Nathanos.” She hissed, “Though, I am sure you already knew that. Why else would you continuously attack me verbally?”

    “You bit-”

    He stopped himself. The man looked between the short elf and his master. He knew that Sylvanas would be livid if he insulted her, even more so if he allowed himself to strike the elf, but he also wanted to put Elithe into her place. The two stared at one another, neither backing down but neither initiating a fight. Finally, they were snapped back into reality.

     “Nathanos!” Sylvanas’ voice rang clear, “I asked you to leave. I would like some time with my partner.”

    He sighed deeply, wrenching his arm from Elithe’s grasp and stormed away. The elf watched him until he turned the corner completely. She strode over to her girlfriend. A large smile played on her lips as she saw the agitated expression on Sylvanas’ face.

    “Why must you pick fights with my champion?” The Queen asked

    Elithe sighed, “Every time he opens his mouth, he tries to degrade me and I suddenly feel the strong urge to slit his throat.”

    Sylvanas shook her head but smirked, not actually upset with the other woman. The warchief looked her girlfriend up and down, taking in the sight she hasn’t seen for such a long time. Elithe was small for an elf, the top of her head barely reaching Sylvanas’ chin. Her ruby red hair had grown a lot, down to the girl’s chest, with her bangs falling even more in front of her face. She had grown much paler due to the lack of sunlight.

    Elithe slid a backpack off her shoulders and turned around to search through it. Sylvanas made a mental note of how her love’s body has become more willowy during her time away. Odd how much had changed.

    “I made something for you.” Elithe announced, still searching through her bag

    The older elf hummed in question. They have been together long enough to no longer be surprised whenever the redhead created something for her. Elithe was a highly skilled blacksmith. She had helped Sylvanas with repairs to her outfit on more than one occasion. If asked why she learned the trade, her answer is always: warrior needs to know how to fix their own supplies.

    The redhead found what she was looking for. Pulling out a cloth, she stood back up to face her girlfriend and held out the folded cloth. Sylvanas tilted her head and took the gift from her. Unfolding the cloth, two earrings were exposed. They were long, to be placed on the tip of the ears of an elf. They were silver, with a long silver chain that extended from the tip to the base and amethyst gems along the bottom. Sylvanas looked at her curiously.

    “Some women in Suramar wear these,” She explained shyly, “and I thought they would look beautiful on you.”

    The warchief nodded and continued to examine them. They were indeed very beautiful. They were also nothing like what she had seen Elithe create before. Usually, she only makes armor. She also made claymores or battle axes if she really felt like it. Jewelry? Not so much.

    “You said you made these?” Sylvanas didn’t want to seem suspicious, but it was habit at this point

    “It took a good while to understand how to do it. Luckily, the Shal’dorei showing me had a lot of patience. I made the main part,” She pointed to, then trailed her finger down the length, “as well as these chains. The gems came from a jeweler in… in Silvermoon.”

    That part truly surprised Sylvanas. Silvermoon? Elithe has always avoided their home city like the plague itself. Too much had been lost. Too much blood had been spilled. She watched as Elithe visibly saddened at the mention of the city. She reached out and gently moved Elithe’s bangs from over her eye. The girl’s pale eyes refused to meet hers.

    “You went to Silvermoon?”

    Elithe tried to keep her voice from shaking, “I did not stay for very long.”

    It hurt too much to talk about, even fifteen years afterward. Sylvanas wanted to ask if she was okay, but already knew the answer to the question. No, she wasn’t okay. She couldn’t be with all of the horrible memories from the Third War kept flooding back into her mind. So, Sylvanas instead pulled Elithe close and wrapped her arms around her.

    Normally, Sylvanas was not one to initiate physical affection. She didn’t neglect her partner in any way, of course, but she had long lost the part of her that desired it so much. Now, she could no longer tell when it was good to hug her love or when it wasn’t okay. However, seeing Elithe almost in tears made some old impulses return.

    Sylvanas kissed the top of her head when she heard the girl’s soft sniffling. It was ironic, really, how she turned out to love someone this much. Even she did not believe it for the longest time… But there she was, comforting a girl who she wouldn’t hesitate to kill for. A girl who Sylvanas wouldn’t - no, couldn’t - even ask to die and become Forsaken the way she did with her sister, Vereesa. Elithe was more special to her than anything else on Azeroth.