Brolan and Nymph by @Chronicdoodler (Mary Huff)

The Elves and the orcs had fought for hundreds of years. Brolan had never considered to be a soldier in the fued until he had lost his own family to an accidental fire.

Having nothing to live for he took on the orcs cuase and fought against the Elves army. He fought with the strength of twenty men, yet his heart was never in the facade of malice that would make his enemies quiver in fear. The day he thought he would die from a broken heart and the guilt of the carnage he inflicted, he heard her. A soft cry coming from one of the abandoned elf homes, which was now being burned becuase of orders. Brolan charged in found the child in an charred basinet, and ran out again.

"The orders were to kill anyone who stayed behind." Called Brolans captain.

He looked to the child in his arms. Despite it looking like an ugly pink rat to him, he couldn't do it. He couldn't save his family, but he did save this.

Brolan looked up at his captain and comrades and simply turned around and walked away. The captain called to his men telling them to kill the traitor, but the men were fearful of the great orc warrior named Brolan.

So that how it happened, how such a mismatched pair came together. Brolan named her Nymph, after the beings who sang to the earth and moon. For he knew no Elf names nor cared to name he after one, and she was to frail for the strong orc names of his tribe. So nymph it was and together they wandered the world looking for peace. Nymph would sing to him and he would teach her how to fend for herself. Brolan was her father. There was no doubt in eithers mind about that. But sometimes when she is napping, he would look lovingly to the child on his back and think with a chuckle. "the irony of it all. The greatest warrior of the Orc clan, reduced to a pack mule for an Elf spawn."

My dad gets does that expression ALL the time lol ^_^