AN: This is my newest story, yet another romance :D Hope you all enjoy, and yes the 'troll language' is taken from in game. Some of you might know, the location in this story is a real hidden troll village in game, its a bugger to find tho :P I'll leave you to read now :)

"Noh fi icense." The soft voice sounded like earthquakes in Teralyn's head. "Noh fi icense dim." The elf's eye fluttered open, slowly gaining focus. Her consciousness trailed behind and she began to be aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a small cot in a rickety hut. Sweet, musky incense was floating around her in small puffs of smoke, flowing into her nostrils, relaxing her. A soft breeze was blowing through the hut, spreading the incense and mixing a cool, natural feeling into the scent. She heard a single, almost silent drum beating a soothing rhythm somewhere in the distance. She felt so relaxed; she could barely feel any pain at all.

She felt a cool, wet cloth being pressed to her forehead. Her eyes traveled up and peered into an unexpected face. A gasp escaped her lips as she looked upon the blue skinned creature.

"Fus'obeah J'ziondeh." She spoke with a smile. Teralyn noticed she was a woman. She spoke in a soft, yet husky voice. She had intense red eyes perched onto her sharply pointed cheekbones. She had orange hair, bound in two long braids falling onto her shoulders. Her ears were long, pointed and pierced numerous times. She had two spiked tusks protruding from her jaw, making her bottom lip pout.

She seemed of gentle nature, she was indeed dabbing the fever from the elf's head, so Teralyn lowered her defenses and sat up. She realized her usual kempt hair was falling messily down her back. Her armor was removed and she sat in a comfortable dress-like robe. She was usually too modest to be seen without her armor, but the blue woman paid her attire no mind. Teralyn was normally a proud, noble night elf, but her mind was so blurred, she could barely remember that she was a night elf. Her hair was the color of the green forests where she was born. It was usually kept in a tight pony tail. Long green brows were placed above her glowing white eyes, with streaks to match her hair positioned down her rounded cheeks. She had full, pink lips and ears similar to the length of the blue woman's. Her skin was a creamy pink color and her body was tall and lean.

"Where am I?" She spoke half to herself, half to the woman, struggling to attempt to remember something other than her name.

"So J'yuutee ziondeh ting ju machet'te ir worl is fus'obeah iyaz atuad." She patted Teralyn's arm. "Senjai stoosh sakes, ir smadda ir iman cyaa."

Teralyn looked up at her curiously. She spoke in some language that the elf couldn't decipher. The blue woman could tell she was struggling to understand so she held up her finger as if asking Teralyn to wait a moment. Teralyn nodded.

It wasn't long until two figures climbed the steps and entered the hut. One was another woman; the other was a towering male. He looked down at her and Teralyn immediately recognized the dazzling blue eyes.

"Senjai, ju iyaz wha is fus'obeah." The first woman told him. "Han deh scam."

The male nodded and crouched in front of the elf. "You okay, mon?"

"Y-yes." Teralyn answered; somewhat surprised that he spoke her language.

"What be yo' name?" He bore a thick, exotic accent.

"Teralyn."

"Teralyn." The two females confirmed.

"I be Senjai." He pointed to the first woman. "That be Sharana, 'de village shaman." Then he pointed to the woman still by the entrance. "That be Doga, Sharana's sista'."

"Nice to meet you all." She cracked a small smile.

"You been sleepin' for days now. You fell off da bird and landed in our pond." Senjai explained. "I pulled ya outta de water and Sharana here took to healin' ya."

"Thank you." She murmured, recalling the agonizing moments, piecing together the broken parts of memory.

"Where you from?"

"I-I can't remember. I can't really recall anything before I fell." She flushed with color.

Senjai studied her for a moment. He realized she was embarrassed to have lost her memory. "Dat okay, at least ya know yo name." He chuckled.

Sharana stood and spoke to her two companions, Teralyn concluded that she was asking Senjai what she had said.

"Noh dif'us whutless machette." Senjai said to her.

The shaman woman's eyes covered Teralyn from head to foot, as if she were deciding on something to do with the elf. "Skam duti deh ackee tor craauehwassa sca duti deh noh fus duti iman fu iman fu noh siame." Sharana said smiling at Teralyn. "Cyaa Doga." She said to the other woman and they both walked out.

Teralyn waited for Senjai to speak. "Sharana say dat you can stay here in dis village as long as ya want, but ya gotta understan' our rules." Teralyn nodded. "We be da Shatterspear Trolls. Our tribe is all dat be here. We be small and hidden to escape de wars and hatred dat has spread round de world. An' we wanna keep it hidden. So when you be ready to leave, Sharana will put a spell on ya to make ya forget de location of dis village. We don't let a lotta outsiders stay here, but since ya lost yo mem'ry an' all, Sharana be lettin' ya stay, so be grateful. Now I'mma let ya rest up, when yo ready, get dressed an' I can show ya around."

Teralyn bowed her head. "Thank you for your kindness."

Senjai smiled, bowed and left her in peace.

Teralyn looked around the hut. She saw the incense burning, slowly forming to ash. She noticed her armor placed in an open trunk. She stood up, her legs wobbled as they flexed the muscles that hadn't been used for days. She gained her balance and approached the trunk. She ran her fingers over the leather breastplate. It was firm and was decorated with a green coloring and gold trim. Teralyn glanced around to make sure no one was peeking at her, and then she took off the robe and fit her chest piece over her head and pulled it down snug against her chest. It was a comfortable fit and suited her green hair. She found the matching pants, boots and gloves in the trunk and put them on as well. She admired the coordination as she looked down at herself. Then she spotted the staff. It seemed to be conjured from the wood of an ancient tree with a winding vine spreading across the length of it. She picked it up and a memory flashed through her mind. She was somewhere dark with a canopy of trees blocking the smallest ray of sun. She was holding the staff and bashing a bear with it. The memory left her almost instantly. She didn't think much of the brief recollection, killing bears wasn't anything important she figured. She strapped the staff to her back and tied up her hair with a ribbon she found with her armor.

Teralyn stepped out of the hut. The village was beautiful. It was like nothing she had ever seen. They were completely surrounded by endless mountains. There was a small pond in the center and a cascading water fall that ran down the side of the mountains. The huts were placed in an unordered fashion. There was a bridge that went over the stream and led to more huts. The décor was unorganized and looked sloppy to the untrained eye, but it was done with care. There were paintings and masks around the huts, large drums and enchanted lights that hung on string. Teralyn was mesmerized by the peculiar, yet beautiful Shatterspear Village.

To be continued...