You realize that every argument you've made about the blood elves "clinging" to the Horde is irrelevant when the so-called Highborne now obey the rule of Malfurion and Tyrande, right? And you also realize that the blood elves are the descendents of those Highborne who actually had the guts to openly rebel against Malfurion's whole "use arcane magic and I'll have you executed" thing? I don't know why I'm having to point these obvious facts out.
Those superstitious primitives the Highborne once ruled over now control your fate. Good job, well done. You've gone slinking back to the people who once exiled you with nothing to show for all the time you've spent hiding like rats. Not even an apology from dear old daddy Stormrage. Have you at least been welcomed back with open arms? No, you're being reluctantly tolerated and suspiciously watched.
You go ahead and keep thinking you're special just because you're now allowed to show that pretty face around your defective "world tree" without a guard slicing it off. That you also now share with the -worgen-. Cursed dog-people. So classy you can almost smell the pedigree.
There's a reason Azshara's court chose to chase the Well of Eternity. They would rather be mutated reptiles than live like you. Same reason Dath'remar and his followers risked death sailing through the Maelstrom. Because it's better to carve a new kingdom from scratch than to obey the feeble-minded zealots you now serve so proudly.
There is no greater treasure to the true sorcerer than sovereignty of will. The people of Quel'thalas have repeatedly demonstrated that they will do anything to keep it. Your people, the sad and feeble echo of a memory best left forgotten, have not.
We're both surrounded by backward yokels who wouldn't know a summoning circle from the hole in their backside. The difference between us is that -we- are aware of it. We made a deliberate deal with the figurative Devil, you seem to actually think you're one of the sheep.
We don't "serve" Malfurion. We help to end the war in hopes that, after said war, we can work on slowly converting the tree-kissing society into the cultured, elegant one. As if we would allow these ignorant leaders to have our true obedience... It is merely a temporary symbiotic relationship that will soon become a parasitic one. We will drain Darnassus of every free-minded, intelligent citizen until they are left with only simple farmers and fighters. Of course... this will happen slowly over time and not be noticed right away. Yes... yes... The gradual recreation of the caste system... Trees will be put in planters. Wood shall be replaced with stone. Elegant structures will tower over the commoners. Everyone will know how to read and write, and there shall be plays and concerts and art galleries in Darnassus! *Rubs hands together with an evil grin.* You can not escape education, zealots!
If you're going to cling to someone, at least choose the better smelling faction.
Come help civilize the night elves.
This response is the closest thing to lucidity you've managed yet. I'm almost impressed.
If I actually gave a damn about the fate of the night elves, I'd consider your proposal.