The second part of the ending, as promised~ Though, it's funny how a lot of you thought that the last chap was the end. I'm not that heartless XD

Anywho, it's been a good one. I've loved writing this just as much as I've love reading all of your reviews ^^ So thank you all for making it so enjoyable for me.

I am writing another WOW story, as some of you may or may not know, so i am undecided about a sequel for this one. BUT there will be character and plot refs from this story in the other one, "Sinning for Virtues" ;3 So, pleasantly look forward to that.

*Disclaimer is the same XD

Decades have passed since that fateful day. It's amazing how much that silly, little adventure now only feels like a faraway dream. The punishment I received isn't near as harsh as I had figured it would be. My aunt and uncle were more than happy to welcome me back, just as they were more than sympathetic when I explained it to them. Everything. I told them of my departure, my meeting with him, my arrival in Lor'danel, the friends I'd made, the journey itself, and then the impossibly so very, very wrong love that blossomed within me. Looking back now, I'm happy that I had let it all out, for I had been hesitant beforehand in the need and want to offer up the cause of my despair. Still, they simply smiled at me and warmed me from the inside-out with those consoling arms and words I had been so desperately yearning for. I missed them…and yet, I cannot say that I don't miss them. Those companions I had so fondly traveled with…they do come by every now and again. Nevertheless, they also carry with them a familiarity that strikes a painful stroke of aching remembrance within me.

The first one to visit had been Geoff. With no further need of his armor and sword, he had been reduced to a state of befuddled despair on my doorstep. When he had knocked, I had thrown the door open in hopeless ecstasy, only to come face-to-face with a grey, solemn man shivering in the presence of a cool, mid-summer's downpour. I'm not sure what exactly I had been expecting. It had been such a long time after all…but it was then that I realized the effects that time wore into the mortal existence of Humans. It broke my heart to lay eyes upon the overbearing gray of his once beautiful, obsidian locks. He had lifted his head to regard me in such a way that I knew he had been expecting criticism. It wasn't a dare, but a subtle, saddened acceptance. Of course, I did no such thing as belittle him. The stubbornness of Paladins clings to the mind like thick cobwebs, and I knew he was the same proud and honorable man that I still cherished as my greatest friend. So, I let him in without a single word being uttered between us.

It was just like that. We sat at the round, oaken table in the center of the dining room, merely staring at each other from opposite ends. The petty snack of goat cheese and stale crackers remained untouched. If nothing else was the same, then at least his eyes were. The glistening orbs still held that remarkable, piercing blue that had managed to capture the hearts of just about every girl in Lor'danel. Oh, how I'd missed those eyes.

"Looking at you now, I feel as if no amount of time has passed."

The weathered rumble that hadn't been present during our last meeting grated at my ears. Nonetheless, the gentle curl of his lips forced me to put up a front in his favor. Geoff had absentmindedly reached for a cracker then, turned down the cheese, and slipped a corner into his mouth before continuing.

"Perhaps if I weren't aware of myself then I'd ask if I could venture into your room."

It sort of hit me then, and all I could ask myself was 'why'.

"I'm so sorry…"

The tears that followed were ones that I had been so fiercely holding back since the moment I had opened the door. It hurt. The reality of it all just hurt. That's when he held me. He rose from his chair and swept over to me in all the swiftness and grace that I had once known him to possess as a glowing warrior of our faction. His arms still held that comforting strength, and his head still harbored a myriad amount of that impossible good-humor that I had come to adore.

"If I knew that you were the one that caused mortals to pass so quickly then I would have made it my goal to slay you long ago, silly Elf."

I had clutched to him with all my being and cried into his shoulder until the sun had dipped well below the horizon and the rain had cleared. It was then that he pulled away. It was then that he used his thumbs to wipe away the salty trails painting my cheeks. I looked into his aged face, and all I could see was Geoff.

"It's been a good one."

I couldn't even ask how his life had been since that day.

"It has."

"I won't forget you."

"Nor I you," I choked agonizingly, "my very, very dear friend."

Something had glinted in his icy, blue eyes, but he turned away and straightened himself before I could possibly be sure that I had seen anything at all. His right hand hesitated on my cheek for no more than a minute before he decidedly withdrew and moved towards the door. Pain racked my entire being at watching him go. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop the Human as he reached for the knob. He stiffened and tilted his head back to regard me one last time.

"I promised myself I wouldn't look back... What a fool I am," he laughed humorlessly.

"I am the bigger fool."

And then he was gone, forever swept away by the dark, misty air that stole his existence from this world.

Unandel never once stopped by, and for some reason I never could hold it against him. The next to visit, therefore, had been Caldur. I wasn't too surprised, really. I figured he would come to see me in time, for the horrid stress that had plagued him since the separation between himself and his brother was one that urged him to seek the comforts of a familiar presence. I was more than pleased to welcome him in when he knocked. I was also more than pleased to see that his appearance hadn't changed much since we had last been acquainted. The departure of Geoff was still heavy on my unsteady mind, so the Night Elf had served as a pleasant distraction from the memory. We sat ourselves at the dining room table, just like I had with my last visitor; I offered the same appetizers as well. It was probably for the best that I found the time to head out and buy new things.

"'Tis a lovely place you've got."

I had smiled gratefully and gave a small nod.

"I can't deny it. This is where I grew up."

Golden eyes had bored into me meaningfully, as if seeking a particular response. However, when he didn't catch a glimpse of what he had sought he merely huffed and reached for a cracker. A tiny smile twisted my lips when the Druid wrinkled his nose in disgust upon placing the offending food in his mouth.

"Honestly, Hum-Drum, these must be centuries old."

"Perhaps they are. I haven't been out much as of late."

He had quirked a nostalgic grin and waved the rest of the cracker in the air above him as he motioned whilst speaking.

"You've still got your head in the clouds, I see. I'll have to have a talk with that aunt and uncle of yours, you know."

A soft laugh escaped me despite myself. On impulse, I made a grab for a cracker. Curiosity always had a way with causing me to do things I hadn't intentionally meant to do. The obvious expiration of the snack was proved to be true as I spat the vile substance right back out into my expectant hand. A snort sounded from the other side of the table. I had lifted my head to glare, but instead found myself snickering along with the clever idiot.

"This is nice, Hum-Drum. I may just come by again on the morrow."

Something panged within my chest. The loneliness that had rung in his voice forced me to remember.

"Have you heard from him, Cal?"

He lowered his chin and cast his eyes downward.

"How could I have? He's plenty far away."

It was all too true. Still, that didn't make it any less unjust. Vendal must be feeling the same as his twin...no, he must have felt even worse, for he was stuck in a foreign place with not a single familiar face to ease his conscience. How cruel. None of them deserved any of this. My thoughts had briefly flickered to a certain Paladin. I shook my head. At that point, desolation had begun to consume me.

"Well, on a happier note, I have something for you."

I had glanced up to see him sliding an envelope to me across the table. It was a plain thing: white, neatly folded, and stamped with the usual Alliance lion seal. My reluctant hands rose to meet the parchment as it was slipped towards me. I eyed the thing cautiously. Not once had I received a letter since I had been confined here.

"Who is it from?"

"I cannot say."

I had looked at him, startled, only to see that he was practically grinning from ear to ear. Suspicion clouded my judgment and lent control to my fingers as they hovered over the wax seal. My eyebrows tilted inwards perplexedly.

"You cannot or you will not?"

"Both. It was given to me by a stranger, but I know of its origin. I have been sworn to secrecy. "

"You sneaky feline."

He had purred pleasantly and allowed his front to sprawl across the table as if he were an oversized cat basking in the warm rays of the sun. His head turned away so that I couldn't see his expression.

"It may or may not be who you think it is."

I had snorted at his light jesting and proceeded to undo the seal. The top flipped back with a gentle crinkling, and I slowly slid my fingers inside the envelope to retrieve a small…handkerchief. I lifted a brow, but allowed interest to lead me on as I unfolded the square cloth. Once I unfolded it, I simply gazed, dumbstruck at what lay in the midst of the small folds and wrinkles. A couple of leaves were curled there, glistening an enchanting emerald that stood out sharply against the faded beige of the tissue in my hand. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What manner of joke is this? I received a plant of all things!"

Caldur had raised his head at the sudden outburst and chortled at my obvious amusement. He lifted himself from off of the wooden surface of the table and sighed contentedly.

"The deliverer said as much, but, if I recall correctly, the person had said that it was the meaning behind it that would appeal to you."

My brow had only furrowed further at that. The meaning? What meaning? I lifted the gift a little closer to better inspect it, trying to search for some sort of hint that would reveal the answer to this bewildering prank. I could feel a stupefied smile creeping across my face as I continued my scrutiny. How ridiculous. When have I ever dealt with…

The smile froze. I froze.

"Hum-Drum?"

I had snapped my head up to stare at Caldur intently. The Night Elf faltered.

"Was there anything else? Did the person say anything else when he gave this to you? A clue or phrase perhaps?"

Golden orbs flickered to the right as the Druid considered. A low hum reverberated in his chest and throat.

"Not specifically…though, he had been singing a catchy tune before he addressed me. It went something like:"

"I'm a poor boy, a working boy.

I've got to make my dues.

My mother tells me to take a break, and I find myself wondering about you.

Then my father finds me slacking and gives me a good whip or two.

I'm a poor boy, a lonesome lad.

I wish it weren't true.

When I am to be free, I haven't got a clue.

But if it means seeing you, then I'll wait until the moon turns blue."

"Ah… I can't remember the rest," Caldur abashedly admitted whilst scratching his head.

Now, here we are, to the present. Everything seemed to freeze in place as I shot from where I sat and lunged for the door. My Night Elf companion let out a startled cry as I left him, but my urgency was much too great for me to stop and apologize for leaving him so suddenly. It's only a thought. I wanted to tell myself that it probably wasn't even true, but I couldn't make myself consider such a negative prospect at this point. I was highly aware now, though. The meaning of that song, though I had never heard it before, was the revelation of a meeting place, for there is only one area in all of Darkshore where the moon can be viewed in a seemingly cobalt hue on almost every night. That very place is here in DuskenVale. Nevertheless, it wasn't that disclosure that excited me so. No, it was the plant I had taken to be as a fool's idea of a jest. That plant…I could never forget it.

Adder's Tongue.

So, I tore across old, uneven pathways and swerved around houses. If anyone were sane, and never mind me, then they'd be asleep in their beds at this hour of night. I didn't worry myself over this, though. Instead, I carried on, forcing my legs to carry me even faster as I approached the fence that bordered the small village. In a quick surge of adrenaline I leapt into the air and hoisted myself up into my favorite, purple tree. Then I crept across the longest branch and hopped down onto the other side. DuskenVale wasn't a heavily guarded place, yet one could never be too careful.

After that, it was only a quick run through waist-length, silvery blades of grass and a not-very difficult crossing of a tame stream. That's when I finally reached the bottom of the hill. I took only a moment to steel myself before ascending. My heart was pounding. My throat was convulsing. My eyes were stinging. I didn't even know for certain that I needed to prepare myself for anything. When I reached the top, though, I was grateful that I did. There, in the center of the rise and sitting upon the rigid stone of the azure moon, was a cloaked figure. Whoever it was had their back turned to me. So, I tiptoed as I quietly as I could. I am a Rogue after all. As I got closer, I studied the back, the broad shoulders, and the intimidating height that the other possessed. Something quailed within me. Not a single weapon was on my person, yet I didn't feel threatened at all. A slight breeze made itself known, and the cloak shifted around the figure so that I could see the outline of the form beneath. That's when I caught my breath. Only the right arm had taken shape.

"Dis be my first time seein' a blue moon. It be a pretty ting, yeah?"

A head tilted, and tusks, gleaming under the sapphire light from above, swung in my direction. Fiery-orange eyes sparked warmth into the cool air of the night, searing straight into my very soul. I stopped. Everything stopped. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He rose then, the cloak falling from his shoulders with the abrupt movement. There he was. He was picture-perfect, albeit except for the uneven scar that tattooed his abdomen. It was as if he had opened the door and stepped straight out of Forever Land. I took a step forward and stumbled, but he was there to catch me, just as he always had been…just as he always will be. It was kind of stupid in retrospect, but the only rational thing I could manage to say was something that would become a priceless jibe in future times.

"Adder's Tongue," my voice was coated in such disbelief and raw emotion that it didn't quite seem to belong to the words I had just uttered.

A barking laugh, one that rendered my knees weak, emanated from the Troll before me. He used his single arm to hold me to his warm chest. My body acted before my mind had a chance to catch up, and I threw my arms around him. He wore no rugged, linen shirt that I could curl my fingers into, so I instead pressed my fingers into his heated flesh and pressed the bridge of my nose against that one leather strap that he used as a sorry excuse for a harness. A strong chin nuzzled the crown of my head while large fingers fiddled with the ends of my pale locks.

"I found ya."

I pressed myself tighter to him.

"I'm so glad…"

There was no need to explain why or how or what. He knew. I was so blessed, and he knew. That's all that mattered. So, when he took a small step back and lifted my chin to meet his gaze, I didn't complain. The swirling multitude of emotions that lingered in the depths of those sunset orbs seemed to place me under a spell, until only the raw affection stood out amongst all of the others. Without my realization he had begun to move. His tusks slid across my high, elven cheekbones. His breath ghosted across my face. Before I had even given myself permission, I too was moving. I rose to meet him just as he lowered to meet me. Our lips collided hungrily, but not quite ungracefully as we uncertainly remained cautious with one another. It had been a while…far too long. His arm slid around my waist, drawing me closer just as I lifted my hand to grab at the back of his neck, steadying myself. Our hearts pounded against each other, both matching in synch to the steady rhythm with which we sought one another. It was only a matter of time before we broke apart, if only to catch our breath.

"Yer a strangely difficult Elf to find."

My eyelids fluttered.

"I am a Rogue."

A throaty purr rumbled in his throat as he lowered his mouth to my neck. Still being mindful of his tusks, he pressed his lips to my quickening pulse.

"As am I."

I swallowed. He gradually lifted his head and then kissed me once again, all the while purring like the giant feline he was.

"I love ya, Hummin'moon Dawnweaver."

Everything felt absolutely perfect in that single instant, and it was all because of him.

"Rha'zin…can we stay lost in this moment?"

Orange met silver.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

~END~

Cliche...I know. But I'm happy :)