Magic Addiction

If Leiluo hadn't caught sight of Illidan's fingernails digging into his flesh, he might really have believed that he was the only one torn between love and brotherhood. Neither Tyrande nor Malfurion had ever considered Illidan's feelings. Otherwise, they would have felt at least a little guilty toward him. After all, one was his childhood sweetheart, and the other his twin brother.

Seeing Illidan's sadness, Leiluo felt guilty for bringing up Tyrande so suddenly.

"How did we end up talking about me? Leiluo, what about you? Are you pining over some woman?"

"I—"

"Don't rush to deny it. I've been through this too. Don't try to hide your true feelings from a man with over ten thousand years more experience than you. It's pointless."

"All right, all right, you old monster!"

"Hey! Elves are different from us. Fairies are those little creatures with wings!"

Watching Illidan act so lecherous at the mention of fairies, Leiluo felt his idol crumbling. He swore Illidan must have done something to those little fairies in the past. But Illidan quickly realized that his current demeanor was unbecoming, and after clearing his throat twice, he resumed his solemn expression.

"All right, all right. Tell me, who's the woman who's got you so lovesick?"

"She's an elf."

"An elf? A Night Elf?"

"No, a High Elf."

"A High Elf?"

"Sorry, I forgot—you were imprisoned for ten thousand years."

Seeing Illidan's furious expression, Leiluo tactfully changed the subject.

"You know Dath'Remar Sunstrider, right?"

"Dath'Remar?! Of course I know him. He was a noble, but he was quite the oddity among the Night Elves. He was the only one who worshiped the sun instead of the moon. Naturally, he couldn't just go around telling people that. Those priests who worshiped the moon with such fanaticism would have made