The rescue

We remained in Menithil for two more weeks while Allanni recovered. In that time I realized... I was in love. Allanni seemed to return the feelings. I wish so badly that I could understand him. I spent every moment I could with him. He only ever spoke when Windhorn was around to interpret. When he wasn’t, all he ever said was my name. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. But the two weeks passed faster than I hoped. Soon, we were on our way to take him home.
“I have to go back to that place?” I asked.
“You can remain here if you wish.” Prin said to me. “But I assure you. You’re safe with us.”
I shivered at the thought of returning. Allanni had risked his life to get me OUT of there. Now I was going back. “I don’t want to stay.” I said. It was the truth. I had to see this to the end. I had to be with Allanni as long as I could.
Allanni hugged me, trying to quell my shaking. I smiled at him to assure him I was alright.
And so started our Journey back to where it all began. This time, we flew to Booty Bay, and caught the boat to Ratchet. Prin said she wanted to avoid Alliance towns as much as possible. As soon as we were out of Alliance territory, Allanni seemed much more at ease. I hadn’t even realized how tense and on edge he was until he was relaxed. He had been that way the entire time I’d been with him.
We traveled north for some time. This time we didn’t need to climb up the mountain to sleep. The Barrens nights didn’t seem so cold curled up with Allanni. We crossed the river again and passed more of those horrid pig creatures from before. We passed with enough distance that they left us alone, but I was still near panicked. Allanni held my hand as we passed. We headed South, avoiding a town Windhorn called Razor Hill then passed the place where my parents died. Allanni kept an arm around me as we passed that place. The place I lost my parents. The place I met him.
We traveled until we came to a small village of Trolls. There was music playing, many of them were dancing. Prin and I waited at a distance. Windhorn and Allanni went into the village. Allanni called out, and many of the Trolls to notice of his arrival. One particularly dashed out of a hut and threw her arms around him. She was pretty and had blue hair. She fussed over him, and he made no move to stop her. I asked Prin if that was his mother and she said yes. She was followed out by a Blood Elf who also hugged him. Prin said that was his father. He was half elf? Who knew. An undead came out and welcomed him back. His mother threw his arms around Windhorn then went back to fussing over her son. Allanni seemed to be telling them all about it, occasionally pointing over at me. When they looked over at me, I was scared. His mother’s eyebrows raised in surprise as she looked at me. His father’s lowered with obvious displeasure. The undead laughed. Allanni continued to talk, looking for all the world like he was trying to explain himself to them. To explain me. Then they started my way.
I was frozen. Scared half to death. His mother was the first to walk up to me. Her eyes were piercing. She seemed to be staring right into my very soul. I was trembling visibly. Moments later I was engulfed in her arms. She hugged me in much the same way my mother used to hug me. She spoke, but I couldn’t understand her.
“She said thank you for saving our son.” Said the Blood elf. Now that I could see him better, Allanni got much of his looks from his father.
The Troll woman let me go and stepped back with a smile. Allanni’s father stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Allanni tells us how you saved him from the guards and tried to take care of him. You’re a credit to your race. Thank you, Tilla.” He said.
“Y-you’re welcome.” I said timidly.
“We should be going.” Prin said. Windhorn nodded and gave Allanni’s mother a hug before returning to Prin’s side.
I threw my arms around Allanni. He held me tight, I felt the hesitation to let me go. Finally he did. “Tilla.” He said. He spoke.
“When my I see you again?” His father translated.
I looked at him sadly and shook my head. “We can’t.” I said.
When his father translated it looked as if he’d been slapped. “Why?” came the reply. His father’s voice portraying none of the emotion I could hear in Allanni’s voice.
“We’re from two different worlds. I can’t be. WE can’t be.” I said.
His father hesitated only a moment before translating his reply. “But I love you. I though you loved me.”
“I do.” I said tearfully. “But it wouldn’t work out.”
I could see his heart breaking with every word his father spoke to him. My own was breaking right along with his, but I knew It couldn’t be. He looked down, a look of defeat in his eyes. It hurt so badly to see. His words betrayed the lump in his throat.
“If that is your wish.”
Tears fell down my cheeks. I didn’t want to do this to him. His thick fingers brushed away my tears, like he had from the beginning. He looked at me a moment with his beautiful but sad eyes then kissed me. At that moment, I almost wished I had died at the hands of those creatures. Then I wouldn’t have been feeling so heartsick.
Finally he pulled away, watching me with those sad eyes. Windhorn, Prin and I walked away. Every step was like a knife in my heart. But it was for the best, right? There would never be a place in the world for us. I glanced back at him as we were about to turn and be out of sight. He was still watching, even at the distance, our eyes met. Then the mountains concealed him. That was the last I ever saw of him. That sweet young Troll who saved my life and stole my heart. Allanni...
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And there you have it. Reign is the father. Jaideng had both the father and my reasoning exactly correct. Good job! You get a cookie! *hands over digital cookie*