Her bath is interrupted

She loved to feel the cool water on her skin. And her hair. Ever since she'd found this place and started bathing here, her dark blue hair had turned into teal and became a lot shinier. She hadn't had teal hair since she was 6 thousand years old, but now her teal curls made her look like she was that young again. Not that she considered herself old, but a woman could never look too young. Her people kept asking her about it, desperately trying to figure out her secret, but she firmly denied ever turning dark blue. She had an image to uphold, after all: the young, beautiful and strong leader of the night elves and the High Priestess of Elune.

As her head emerged from the water she heard a noise. She stopped dead in her tracks. An animal? She surveyed her surroundings. Her keen eyes saw nothing but trees. Was some pervert spying on her majestic body? Elune would strike any foolish enough to interrupt such an important 'ritual'. She assessed that nobody was there. But regardless, she moved towards the lakeside, to gather her clothes. That was when an arrow grazed her right ear.

Eeeekkkkkkk!

Her beautiful ear!

She felt up her ear with a sad pout on her face. She dearly hoped that it wouldn't leave a scar. In her absent-mindedness she hadn't noticed the one who fired the arrow stepping out to the lakeside. She looked up startled to see a troll with a crossbow pointed at her.

"Me missed da first shot on purpose!" addressed her the ugly troll with that stupid accent of his. "Me ain't gonna miss da next!" he squinted and readied his crossbow.

As she heard movement, Tyrande looked around and saw figures emerging from behind the trees. Orcs! Mainly. There was at least one tauren and... What was that smell? Yes, there must have been Forsaken somewhere as well. There were about 8 of them, and an extremely mangy-looking boar. It definitely wasn't from around Kalimdor.

"I told you we'll find something here." said an ugly orc. Well, all of them were ugly, but this one was particularly more so than the rest.

"Guess ya be right." agreed the troll, while lowering his crossbow.

"All the armies are tearing each other apart around the Gulch. No point going there, unless you are tired of a limb or two." the orc settled on a nearby rock. "But this far behind the frontlines." he motioned around with his hands. "No guards nor invaders. Everything's ripe for the taking." he chuckled.

"Identify yourselves, foul beasts! You have no right to enter Ashenvale!" Tyrande hollered at the intruders with contempt in her voice.

"Look! This bird's a fiesty one." giggled the undead, his jaw nearly falling off.

"Don't you dare address me in such manner, mongrel!" Tyrande was beside herself. The cheek of these brutes. "You are tresspassers in the sanctity of our sacred forest!"

"Guilty as charged." grinned another ugly orc. "But I think you still haven't figured it out. Or you wouldn't be insulting us."

"I address you as I please!" she looked the orc up, "You are nothing more than animals!"

She noticed the disgusting pig sniffing around where she'd left her stuff. She watched nervously as the troll followed the boar, which appeared to be his pet.

"Lookie here!" he picked up her bow. "I think this one won't be fighting back anytime soon." he grinned while looking at Tyrande.

Tyrande felt a strange feeling running through her spine. Was this fear? She cursed herself for not noticing these foul intruders sooner. Now she was in a dire predicament. She needed to convince them to leave her alone. Without her weapon. She gulped.

"And what a fancy bow that is with them feathers!" yelled an orc.

"Shut up! That's a perfectly efficient weapon, not at all used for just its looks!" yelled Tyrande.

"We shall see."

"If I were you," she started, "I would leave before a patrol arrives!"

"Well, damn!" whistled the troll. "Look at this!" he held up Tyrande's gown her pet had just discovered.

The others all started laughing. Tyrande could feel her cheeks blushing and her knees shaking. It may have been the cold water. Or it may have been that fear again.

"Looks like da elf girlie be nakie!"

Tyrande blushed under the hungry gaze of the beasts eyeing her.

"No, I'm not!" she bluffed.

The mangy pig sniffed at the gown hanging in the troll's hand, then without a second thought it gobbled it up. All of it. Then just lay down with a burp.

"Oops." said the troll. "Snotty mustta been hungry!" he shrugged.

Eeeeekkkkk! thought Tyrande. How was she going to get back to Darnassus without her clothes? Then her immediate situation dawned on her. How would she get away from these savage brutes without her clothes?

"She said she ain't nakie." shrugged an orc. "If she claims she be armed, you can feed the bow to him as well."

"No! Leave my beautiful bow alone!"

"Come 'ere and take it!" held the troll out towards her.

"I... I changed my mind. I don't need it... Never liked it anyway..."

"I think we are in a bind here." said the big tauren. "She refuses to come out and we have already bathed last week."

"One elf girlie is coming right up." said one of the orcs stepping forward. A female. Though it was pretty hard differentiating masculine ugliness from feminine one.

As she started walking towards the pond, Tyrande wondered what she was planning to do. All those plates would definitely pull her down. Well, if she planned to drown in a Moonwell, so be it. Then when the orc's iron-clad boot reached the pond's surface, she kept walking on. Tyrande shuddered. The water was getting colder. The orc was freezing the water around herself as she was nearing her. She paddled in the ever-freezing water, desperately trying to back away from the orc, but soon she felt ice all around herself. When she looked up, she could see the orc's pale blue eyes gazing down on her. Then she felt astrong, cold hand grasp her lower arm.

"Gotcha." smirked the orc.