An Old Troll's Heart (Part 1)

Below is a part 1 of a short story I've been working on, it's really just some fan fiction of my character in World of Warcraft. If you have any suggestions or see any errors feel free to email me just make sure you put "An Old Troll's Heart" as the subject, or I might over look it.

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A young human woman sat at the base of the old tree waiting on him. She didn't know if he would actually show, since he said the last time was the last time. She waited in silence, not wanting to draw attention to herself. The tree she sat at was  on top the remains of Dire Maul, which was now home to the orges of Feralas. She was the one that choice this place. It had a special meaning to her, her father, now deceased, had taken her here several times on hunting trips when they had stayed at Feathermoon Stronghold. She had lived at Feathermoon Stronghold for a couple of years after her mother's death, while her father returned to his adventuring. And now she sat with her pet, a young black male lion, laying in her lap sleeping waiting on him. Her hippogryph laid a few yards away sleeping, she was a gift from her father when she joined him on her first adventure. 
He landed a few yards away, as to not disturb the sleeping lion or the hippogryph, but not far enough that the human woman couldn't see him.He wanted her to see him to let her know that he did show after all.  Wut am I doin' here, he thought to himself. He lead his wyvern to the tree to let sit up in the branches while he met with the human, she was now gently moving the lion off her lap and trying not to wake him too much. They both knew the young lion was over protective of his master, and normally wouldn't let anyone near her. And he knew the bond between hunter and their pet was a strong one that only death could break, he knew because he was a shadow hunter and left his pet raptor back in Sin'jin Villige in Durotar. He wished she hadn't brought the lion but knew with him still being a cub leaving him at home was not a option. The woman was now standing looking at him as he moved closer, she was beautiful, he thought, but it was not what kept him returning to this place to see her.
“Displace it's for da orges. I have no clue why you keep askin' me ta met ya here,” the old troll said in his rough voice. 
“You couldn't help but come, just like I couldn't help but ask to see you again” she returned smiling at him. “Anyway how was your trip?And how long do you have before returning to your people?”
“Da same as it always is, and I don't have long, only a few hours before I have ta return, ya know,” he replied walking up to her. 
He reached out his hand for her's but instead of letting him take it she flung herself into he's arms and kissed him passionately. Catching him by surprise he resisted for a few seconds before allowing her to kiss him, and then kissed her back. He  wrapped his arms tightly around her, feeling very inch of her back as he did so. He knew even now that this couldn't last, the world wouldn't let it. Continuing to hold her in his arms he wished that he could just spend the rest of his life with her in his arms.
“This will be the last time, right?” she asked as he released her from his grip. “Ya know dis is how it must end. If it continued any further I fear dat my people will figure it out and I do not want you ta get hurt.” He replied while gently gliding his hand down the side of her face.
She knew he was right but didn't want him to be. If only I had been born a troll like him, she thought as she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. It would hurt when he would leave and she knew she would promise herself not to send for him again, but she also knew that she was willing to fight to keep what they had. As she leans on him, she starts to think of how they came be here right now.