Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After the hug between mother and son ended, Auriella, as a mother, did not let go of Eltharion immediately, but gently held her son's face and looked at him carefully. Her fingertips ran over her son's well-defined face, and her eyes showed both gentle joy and unconcealed worry.

"You've been gone for too long." She said softly, with a barely perceptible sigh in her voice. "When you left that year, I knew you wouldn't come back so soon. But I didn't expect that you would be gone for so many years. I... I..." At the end, she choked up, but she quickly controlled her emotions and didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Isharion did not respond immediately. He just asked his mother to look at him carefully, giving her enough time to confirm that he was safe and that her child was still standing here.

When he went to Lustria, he set out from Laurent Loren. Although the ship was very close to the Kingdom of Yvresse for a few days, for the sake of confidentiality, the ship did not stop in the end, but went straight south to Lustria. The last time he was with his mother was at the dock before he set out for Lothern to meet up with the team heading to Elsing Alwyn.

"Mother, I'm back." He finally said, his voice gentle and firm, "I know you are worried about me, but the path I took is the one I had to take. I have learned a lot and seen a lot, and now, I can finally stand in front of you and tell you that everything is worth it." After saying that, he put his mouth close to his mother's ear, "Don't worry, mother, they didn't do anything to me, I promise you."

"That's good."

Auriella looked at her son, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes. She certainly knew where Eltharion had gone, and she also knew what kind of storms and trials her son had experienced there. She was Eltharion's mother, and a mother could always detect changes in her children. Not only did her son return safely, his eyes were calmer than before, and the responsibility on his shoulders was heavier.

"Your father didn't say anything, but I know he has been waiting for you to come back. He didn't say it, but every time he mentioned you, his eyes would be different." She didn't ask too much, she knew that this was not the right occasion, she just sighed softly and showed a helpless smile.

"I just met him, and I know that this time, he will say a lot to me next." Isharion lowered his head with a faint smile on his lips.

Aurilela nodded, and then, as if she remembered something, her eyes changed slightly, with a hint of inquiry.

"But, Eltharion..." She slowed down her tone and said casually, "I just saw you talking to Caryl for a long time?"

Isharion was stunned, then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows. Fortunately, he was not the big boy before, so he did not blush or feel shy.

"I saw you when you appeared in the courtyard, but she was faster than me, so I could only stand not far away and wait." Aurora said with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, "I am your mother, do you think I don't know anything?"

Eltharion said nothing, but shook his head. He knew that his mother was always very careful, and there was nothing she couldn't know. Moreover, it was too obvious just now.

"She's a very special girl." Aurora continued, with a meaningful tone, "She's smart, lively, and very straightforward. Did you have a pleasant chat?"

"Yes." Eltharion nodded and did not deny it. "She is curious about many things. We talked about Elsin Arwen."

"Oh?" Aurora raised her eyebrows, obviously very interested in this topic. "Did she ask anything specific?"

“Very specific.” Eltharion smiled bitterly. “She even wants to know about the magical plants that grow in the forest.”

Auriela smiled, with gentle speculation in her eyes. She patted Eltharion's arm gently, and said with a hint of playfulness in her tone, "She is very interested in you."

Eltharion did not explain much, just shrugged lightly. He admitted that he was attracted to Caril, there was nothing to deny, but he did not rush to respond, because he knew that the next meeting was important and would determine the future, and time would give the answer.

"She is a wizard. Her father is Anurion. You should have heard of him." Auriela

Eltharion nodded. He knew Anurion, a great wizard, who was well versed in life magic and plant studies. As a dedicated botanist, the archmage created many supernatural plants. He also knew that the archmage had an isolated winter palace in the northwest of Tor Yvresse.

The reason why the Winter Palace is in the Kingdom of Iris instead of the Kingdom of Saphire is, firstly, because Anurion is from Iris, and secondly, because he has a rather strange temperament, he usually stays in the Winter Palace instead of the White Tower of Hoeth.

It is said that this was not only because of his love of tinkering and creating, but also because some people in Hothbaita considered his work to be insignificant. Inevitably, he got into arguments with others, and his impatience and bad temper led him to leave and vow never to return.

"The Winter Palace is very close to Tor Yvresse. When the weather is good, you can see the spire of the watchtower there. You should go and see it if you have a chance."

"I..." Isharion did not give an accurate answer, but of course, he did not deny it. At the moment, there were more important things than visiting the Winter Palace.

"Let's go, it's time." Aurilela didn't continue asking questions, but just sighed softly. She already understood.

As night fell, starlight shone into the courtyard, and the flickering light of lanterns blended with the surrounding magical light, illuminating the faces of everyone present.

Eltharion stood quietly beside his mother. The protagonist of the night was Alagalon, and he was just a bystander. Although his return was undoubtedly a topic worth mentioning, he knew that this moment belonged to his brother and he should not steal the show. He stood among his family, witnessing the ceremony, but not becoming the focus of attention.

When all eyes were focused on the center of the courtyard, Morarion, with a fang sword hanging from his waist, slowly stepped forward. His steps were steady. He was wearing a dark blue robe with gold embroidery patterns symbolizing the ocean and the stars flickering on the lapels. Although his face was old, his expression was calm and majestic. He swept his eyes over the guests present and finally stopped at his eldest son, with a hint of pride and satisfaction in his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here tonight to witness an important moment together."

"Merelia Deliand, from the Deliand family, a distinguished family, a name that writes legends between storms and tides. You are not only Alagalon's fiancée, but also a part of our family's future. I believe that your union will bring new hope and strengthen the friendship between the two families."

As he said this, a smile appeared on his face, and then he raised his hand in an elegant invitation gesture.

"Now, please exchange wedding rings to pledge your commitment."

Alagalon slowly turned around and looked at Merelia. The light reflected on his face, making his outline particularly clear. His eyes were firm and gentle. He reached out and took out a finely crafted ring from his bosom. The silver surface of the ring was inlaid with a deep blue sapphire, symbolizing the depth and vastness of the sea.

Meleria also took out a ring, which was inlaid with a crystal clear moonstone, emitting a warm luster, just like a bright moon.

They looked at each other, without words, only calm and firm gazes meeting.

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Alagalon took the lead in lifting Merelia's left hand and gently put the ring on his fiancée's ring finger. Merelia's fingers trembled slightly, but she did not back off. Instead, she took a deep breath slowly and then put the ring on Alagalon's finger.

When the ring was put on the finger, the guests applauded and the musicians played solemn and melodious music, symbolizing blessing and recognition.

At this moment, Alagalon's ascension ceremony was officially completed, and his engagement became one of the most important chapters in the celebration of Tal Yvresse.

However, this moment had nothing to do with Eltharion. While he was performing the relevant etiquette, his eyes swept over the guests present inconspicuously.

He saw Finnubar standing in a relatively conspicuous position, while Bel-Aihor stood behind Finnubar as before, with an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his eyes calm as if he saw through everything. On the other side of Finnubar was Yelian, his eyes were rebellious, and his eyebrows were full of speculation and impatience.

His sight continued to move around, and he saw Prince Daloran, the ruler of the Kingdom of Cosqui, whispering something with Adeanna and Jeroen, looking in his direction from time to time. On the other side, he saw Alicia and Marin from the Emerald Sea Family, and Alicia's husband, Alasya (the father of the Tai brothers).

His eyes swept further away, and Archmage Seraphim, Belloda's father, also came, but probably because of his daughter, he stood in a less obvious position. When he looked over, he found that Seraphim might have been watching him from the beginning, trying to find something from him, but because of the distance, magic and eyes, he didn't notice it before.

He saw Caryl, with whom he had just had a pleasant conversation. When he looked over, his eyes met Caryl's. In the end, Caryl avoided his gaze, lowered her head and looked at her father, the archmage Anurion, who was standing beside her.

In addition, there were many familiar or unfamiliar faces, such as the famous navigator Sirena Star Guide from South Iris. His childhood friend Ahair was winking at him, trying to make him laugh and embarrass himself in public. When he looked at the Sea Lord Aislin, the other also looked at him, staring at him with a scrutinizing look.

He even saw a visitor from Elsing Alvin.

At the same time, he could also feel that while he was observing these people, they were also observing him with the same vague gaze.

But this is not the place to talk, nor is it the time to exchange information.

The climax of the ceremony ended, but the celebration never stopped.

The waiters were still walking around the tables, with silver trays filled with fragrant wine and exquisite pastries. Soft music echoed in the corridors, and the guests gathered in twos and threes to chat, with whispers and laughter interweaving, creating a warm and quiet atmosphere.

Tonight is long, tonight is bright.

Some things are important, but there is no need to rush. (End of this chapter)