My dreams last night seemed to shunt me through a lot in short order. After the battle on Hyjal and what happened with my father, I founded a new nation, Theramore, for the survivors who'd followed me across the sea. We had an uneasy peace with the Horde, and the Night Elves joined the Alliance, but I kept Theramore neutral and signed a non-aggression pact with the Horde leader, Thrall.
Once I helped a woman I hero worshipped stop some demons, anyway. I could probably spend hours just talking about her.
But it seemed best to act as a mediator between the two sides to prevent disagreements from turning into war once more.