Portal to the fae

🧚‍♀️Chapter 3 Following 'Libby'🧚‍♀️

🍀A/N Picture above taken from the net from search "handsome drow men", to help you imagine Tyvan.🍀

🧚‍♀️Watching Libby🧚‍♀️

Libby headed off to see the horses, and Sylvan followed. He wanted to ascertain that he had seen what he had seen with her.

His great grandson, upon hearing how Sylvan had chosen DebraLee for his bride, had decided in all his wisdom that he too wanted a bride that way. He was turning 311 this year and still no-one had fulfilled that requirement. Sylvan was beginning to worry for the continuation of his line. His father, Kalavan, had given him an ultimatum - should you find no one by your 500th birthday, you will marry someone suitable within the clan.

Sylvan had hoped what he had seen earlier was true, though the girl was way too young yet. Perhaps an arrangement could be made? Especially if she went back home. Though he did not know how that would happen.

Libby ran in breathless excitement to the horse's encampment. She simply adored horses, and that red one was magnificent. She had saved a carrot from her lunch so that she could offer it to the horse, knowing in her world, horses loved carrots and sugar. She had not seen any sugar here, but carrots definitely existed!

Without a care in the world, she jumped the fence, feeling perfectly at home with the mix of wild and tame horses. All of them surrounding her, vying for her attention, scattering when the red horse came.

Sylvan was sure then, Libby did meet his great-grandsons criteria. The red horse lapped up the attention she gave it and allowed her to mount it - just like DebraLee had many moons ago when he was looking for a wife. He had no need of more wives, although most drows had at least two wives. DebraLee was more than enough for him, especially with Caspian in the mix. Who would have guessed their childhood fantasies of sleeping together with their wife would come true. Unlike Glory and Raiden, they had each other (as they had linked fates as children) when it was not their turn to be with Lee. Not that it was needed much, as the pair were busy with their own kingdoms and the running of them, when Lee was with her other husbands.

Sylvan remained watching over the girl, to ensure her safety, but called his Great-grandson, while he did so. Sylvan was thankful for the piece of technology that had fallen into the fae by chance. The elves were quick to see its benefit and put it into production quickly.

"Tyvan! You need to come here," Sylvan said excitedly, well as excitedly as a drown could get, they were after all a very serious bunch of elves, preferring either to roam with their horses or live in the darkest depths of the dwarven cave systems, where the dwarves feared to go. Tyvan after many years of heartache had taken to the deep of Gloryfrir's kingdom.

"Where are you, Graff (Short for great grandfather)?" he asked back.

"Well, funny you should ask that..." Sylvan chuckled "I am here."

"Here? as in near the Dwarven entrance?" Tyvan asked.

"Yup!"

"I will be right there then, see you soon." Tyvan said hanging up on Sylvan.

Tyvan did not take long to get there as he lowered his pride and used the Dwarven elevators, earning him curious looks by the dwarves. It was unusual for a Drow to use their elevators, but they recognised the prince and figured that there was a family emergency that warranted the use of the elevator.

"Hi Graff!" He snuck up on his great-grandfather, surprising him "What did you want me for?"

"Look!" Sylvan instructed him nodding to the red horse ridden by the young human girl Libby.

Tyvan looked, and he forgot to breath as he saw for the first time another girl rider that was not Lee "Wow... what's her name, Graff?"

"Libby, is what I was told, I don't think that is her proper name though," Sylvan commented.

"Why did you get your hair cut?" Sylvan asked with displeasure, seeing his great grandson with short hair. Yes, he looked good but...

"It's not that bad Graff, you'd think that I cut it all off instead of just past shoulder length. It's bad enough that I look so much like Nan, talk about throwback," Tyvan commented.

"Well, Ty, be grateful, you throwing back to Lee might actually be a good thing. I don't know that the girl has ever dealt with the fae before. Especially since the portals have closed."

Ty nodded in agreement; it probably was.

"She's still a child Ty," Sylvan said "And from what I heard, she isn't considered an adult for another 5 more years."

Ty nodded, "So I need to wait and be careful not to overstep myself. What a pain. I finally meet the woman of my dreams only to find I have to wait even longer."

"I'm sure that you will be fine!" Chuckled Sylvan, "You've waited this long."

"She mightn't even like me!" Ty whined.

"True, but you're a royal drow, you could simply magic her to love you like my great grandfather did to his wife," Sylvan said ironically.

"No way! I want her to love me for me not be forced too!" Tyvan said horrified at the suggestion.

"I felt that way too, I was lucky though with Lee."

Ty nodded, still captivated by the girl, his face plastered with a gentle smile.

Libby looked over then and saw the handsome almost human looking man next to the very handsome drow looking after her. Even at her young age, her breath caught and she wondered why it did and who was this strange man making her feel this way?

She ignored the feeling for a while, preferring instead to ride this red horse who was a pleasure to ride, nothing like the jerky horses that she had learnt to ride on. Eventually, she became tired and hungry, so she rode over to the waiting Sylvan and dismounted.

This turned into an embarrassing moment for her as, as she dismounted, she made the mistake of looking at Tyvan. As their eyes met, she forgot to think about what she was doing, and fell smack bang onto her bottom from the height of the horse.

It hurt unbearably, so she began to cry. To her mortification that handsome man, who had locked eyes with her, scooped her up speaking gently in a language that she had never heard. The unknown language comforted her. So much so she curled into his neck and fell asleep, his shirt wet from her tears.

"I don't think you have to worry about her not liking you," Sylvan commented dryly, "She's gone to sleep on you. Humans don't do that unless they like a person somewhat."

Tyvan grunted "But where am I to put her?"

"Take her to the tent she was sharing with her aunt and sister. It's this way. Oh, and how good is your English?"

"It's terrible," Ty admitted.

"If you want to talk with her, you might want to brush up your skill as that's what Lee has been talking to them in," Sylvan informed Tyvan.

"I will," he replied as he got to the tent put up for the 3 human guests. "So, in here huh?"

Sylvan nodded as he sat on the chair outside it.

Ty took the girl in and tried to exit only to find himself resigned to the task of sitting holding her on one of the beds while she slept. He took the opportunity then to close his eyes. It was a mistake on his part, he should never have closed his eyes.

When he awoke from his sleep, he knew that he was doomed for 5 years of hell. He had unconsciously, in his sleep, bonded completely with her. He wasn't supposed to do that for another 5 years! And then with her permission!

He had majorly fucked up.

🍀A/N Please vote if you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know of any errors if you see them.🍀

🌸Thank you to My-My1313 for helping pick a name. 🌸