Illidan stepped lightly upon the snow; the frozen waste greeted him with its bitter cold and howling winds. The memories of his last journey here flickered past his mind's eye. The scar upon his chest itched at the memory of what had caused it, Frostmourne; the rune blade had cut him down and taken from him more than he could ever put into words.

With that one defeat he had been forced to flee his home world and hide in a shattered husk of a planet, where he fell into darkness over his defeat and all that had been taken from him, forced to preform unspeakable acts in his desperation to survive. Until his past caught up with him once more, and the forces of Azeroth came to his broken world and put an end to his plans, and yet in a surprising turn of events the two forces had been forced to ally together to defeat the demonlord's wrath.

Now as he stood once more at the base of Icecrown citadel, he felt more than ever the truth of what his meditations had helped him see within the Stormrage Barrow Dens. That his defeat here saved him from a fate worse than death, the power Kil'jaeden had offered him would not bring him any closer to what it was he truly sought, and the price of following the Demons path to power had cost him more then he would every admit.

Shaken from his thoughts by the sound of movement behind him, Illidan turned to look at Maiev and the Night elves she had brought with her.

"You had so many watching me?" He asked the Warden

"Do not think I will forget what you have done to our people Illidan." Maiev hissed. "You may not be bound, but I will keep my watch over you, and put an end to you once and for all should you try to betray our people."

"Your vengeance will be the end of us both Maiev."

Turning from the Warden, Illidan prepared for what was to come next. He would no longer allow others to control his actions, he would follow his own path, uncorrupted by the promise of power, but first he must face his past, and deal with the consequences, even if the price was his death.

"Maiev take this" He threw a purple orb to her. "This will open another portal to the Moonglades, now you and your sisters hide yourselves, and under no circumstances are you to interfere. Do it now, quickly."

Maiev stared at Illidan, finally nodding and ordered her sisters to hide in the shadows of the snow mounds. The Link Illidan had formed between the two was more than enough for Maiev to know Illidan's intent.

Now with the Night elves out of the way Illidan could focus on what lay ahead of him. He knelt down in the snow, and waited.

"You were warned never to return here, Demon." The words roared with the wind, that wrapping around Illidan and echoing off the mountains.

Illidan rose, and looked to the one who had spoken, the Lich King stood before him. His pale blue orbs, that shown from his helm pierced into the fiery orbs of Illidan's and there they stood, once more at the site of their last battle.

"Face me now Arthas, we will settle this once and for all" Illidan roared back. Faced with his foe his resolve only strengthened.

Illidan watched as the Lich King raised Frostmourne, pointing the rune blade at his chest. Illidan summoned his twin blades, and the two charged.

The wind howled around them. The crashing of their blades echoed throughout the mountains as the two tested each other. Finally the Lich King thrust Frostmourne toward Illidan's chest. Illidan sought to parry the blow, but the force behind the Lich Kings strike was too great, and the tip of Frostmourne pierced his chest. The runes upon the sword blazed blue as frost began to race from the pummel toward Illidan.

"Oblivion awaits! You will serve me!" The Lich Kings voice boomed with triumph.

"No!" Illidan snarled. His fiery orbs locked onto the Lich Kings, Illidan brought his twin blades together on Frostmourne. "Feel the flames of Azzinoth"

Illidan's blades faced each other, with Frostmourne between them; Illidan' fist tightened their grip, as the held Frostmourne. Illidan bowed his head over the blade piercing his chest as he chanted a stream of demonic words of power spewed forth from his mouth.

The twin shone green as fel fire engulfed them. The blades started to melt; the metal ran together, encircling the rune blade Frostmourne, the frost hissed as it evaporated where the flames touched.

The Lich King struggled to free his sword, but it was held firmly within Illidan's hold.

Illidan's chanting continued to intensify, as the rune tattoos that covered his body came to life, shining the same colour as his blades, they started to dance across his body, flowing along his arms, and then traveling across the blades to the Lich King, marking him as they had Illidan.

Suddenly Illidan raised his head to look into the blue orbs of the Lich King, his fiery orbs blazed, as the fire within his eye sockets burst forth, engulfing the bandage around his eyes in fire. The flames surrounded the Lich King's helm. Finally the chanting stopped.

The two of them stood still, as if paralyzed. Illidan's twin blades, had formed together, imprisoning Frostmourne, His tattoos had left his body and now surrounded the Lich King's armour, while the fire that had once been his eyes, burned around the Lich kings helm.

While the Lich King fought against the demonic powers he had unleashed upon him, Illidan's mind left his body and entered the rune blade, Frostmourne.