The gentle afternoon sun streamed into the room from the edge of the window. Dust motes drifted up and down in the sunlight, but they couldn't dampen everyone's good mood.
The war was about to end!
That was right. They had crossed the sea from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor, fought the Demons, and defended the survival of the world. The strange, almost fantastical experience had left the survivors of the brutal battle somewhat dazed. Especially after the proud Elves, acting completely out of character, sent over plenty of fresh supplies and medals in their own distinctive style, that dazed feeling quickly turned into excitement.
It wasn't just that the soldiers wearing medals made from the branches of the World Tree could swagger around the parts of Mount Hyjal being rebuilt. It was also because, among the Elven commoners, there were many Elf maidens who idolized Heroes and were willing to have "limited" contact with these rough soldiers.
When Herod, as sturdy as a brown bear, strutted around with an adorable, petite Elf maiden who was curious about everything, the entire Barracks promptly emptied by half. Even the wounded in the infirmary helped each other wander back and forth through the Elf towns on the outskirts of Mount Hyjal.
Dick, Erigor, and the other higher-ups let the situation run its course.
The Elves were long-lived. Although they were no longer immortal after the World Tree was destroyed, their lifespans still spanned thousands of years. Most of them regarded marrying a human as an experience in life. Such relationships were bound not to end happily, but Dick had no right to stand in the way of others pursuing happiness.
Especially after one third of the First Expeditionary Force's Champions had left their lives behind on this beautiful land in the Final