To Northrend! (part 3)

Just then two great dragons landed behind Elfangor. Alextraza the queen of life, and her consort Korialstraz. The cries around Fordragon hold ceased momentarily and Elfy found himself at peace from Alextraza's preasence. His mind finally cleared. His violent whims dissipated. It was then that he saw Bolvar Fordragon's shield, the last twinkle of light upon a desecrated ground.

"Our fate is emblazoned upon our souls at birth. Bolvar's fall, while tragic, was unavoidable.

All that you can do now is honor your hero, Elfangor. Collect Bolvar's shield from the field of battle and return it to your king. When you present the shield to Varian, tell him this: "All is not lost. From the ashes of the fallen will rise a force that will unite nations and purge the evil from this world."
He mustn't lose faith. Go now, Elfangor. Your people need a hero. They need you." the Dragonqueen's words fell upon Elfangor like an endless sea of sorrow. Despite all he had fought for, all he had done, Bolvar Fordragon, hero of the Alliance, was gone. Taking up Fordragon's shield the night elven commander set sail back to Stormwind and a despaired Alliance.

It was only when Elfangor reached the Stormwind Keep did he realize. His mind had cleared at the wrath-gate, but a different realization donned upon him. It wasn't the scourge who had killed Fordragon... it was the forsaken! Outraged, he stormed into Varian's chamber, and told Varian everything. On that day, no street in Stormwind was quiet. Cries of outrage towards the forsaken could be heard everywhere! Finally, Varian called Elfangor back into the keep. "Prepare your armies Commander, the Alliance is going to war on the Undercity."