Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, "The Shannara Chronicles", "A Series of Unfortunate Events", and "Red Riding Hood (2011)". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Terry Brooks, MTV, Spike, Lemony Snicket, Paramount, and Warner Brothers. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the second part of my fanfiction mini-trilogy, Alindor, the Druid King, part of my Origin Series and my Long Series. :)

So, Alindor's back, as well as Ulmayá. We'll get to meet some new and old characters, canon and original. Don't worry! We will pick up where we left off in The Second Druid. Enjoy. :)

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The Littlest Elf climbed out of his tree house. His blue clothes and hat stood out alongside his blond hair, adding to how happy and giddy he was. But this was no time to be so cheery. Instead, his gaze turned just beyond the woods, where the brown wooden cottage stood out in the flatlands.

Huh? Who was coming towards the cottage? Two cats! They certainly didn't look like cats. Something was different about them… and the Littlest Elf would have to find out what that was!

Well, time to go exploring with his two favorite cats, Jine and Tracker!

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Alindor approached his real parents' cottage, with its long rounded wooden planks fitted to the house's exterior, unsure what he was going to say or do when he met them. They had been apart for nearly two years, since the day Jine and Tracker placed him in an iridescent bubble, transporting him from one time period to the next.

Alindor couldn't forget how Jine scratched up the light red dragonoid Parker Dooley with her sharp claws. The pain the poor dragonoid must have endured hurt Alindor. He didn't know what his real mother's issue was with Parker Dooley, but he felt sure he would meet Parker and get this whole mess straightened out.

Alindor, in his cat form, had beautiful golden fur. In his elven form, he had brownish-blue eyes, pale skin, and short dark brown hair. Since leaving Paranor, during the time Brona, the Warlock Lord, stole the Ildatch book a second time from the fortress Druid's Keep, Alindor still wore his brown robes, even in his cat form, which had changed with him when he transformed from elf to house cat.

He turned to Ulmayá, who looked eager to meet his parents. Ulmayá, in her cat form, had furry, brown paws and silver streaked fur. She was in her Oriental Cat form, which he thought was beautiful. In her elvish form, Ulmayá had raven-black hair, bright green eyes, pointy ears, and pale skin. She wore her long-sleeved tan tunic, black pants, and black boots that she wore during the Portal Race, the race she won in order to get this far and meet Alindor.

Ulmayá could admit it was fate that she won the race, but who knew. The important thing was that she was helping Alindor out, as well as attempting to find her real family at the same time.

Alindor found out weeks ago that his real parents, Jine and Tracker, were king and queen of the Land of Talking Animals. They had been driven out from their home, the kingdom known as Creadon, in the time Before the First Age. Alindor, being sent through a portal via Iridescent Bubble, was sent to live with his foster parents, the black Doberman Pinscher Farzad and the Oriental Cat named Eleanor, who an inkling of their foster son's destiny.

Alindor was sure Farzad reasons for sending him to Bremen, the Druid from the Druid's Keep in Paranor after Alindor stole his foster father's bike out of anger and rage, on the assumption that he wanted to be freedom from his tedious life.

The Land of Talking Animals suffered greatly since Jine and Tracker, along with their son Alindor, fled, becoming a land with nomadic villages. The animals of this realm still awaited the day when their king would come and restore their land to its rightful state. Alindor learned in a dream what happened to Jine and Tracker's citizens from the kingdom of Creadon. A female snow leopard and her bears took the citizens to Daggerhorn, which was another world away.

That was Alindor and Ulmayá's next stop. Now, all they needed to do was convince Jine and Tracker to go with them, if they were still alive.

Alindor sighed. He had to do this. He just needed to knock on the front door and hope for the best. He turned to Ulmayá, hoping she would give him the support he needed.

Ever since they met at Druid's Keep, Alindor found out from Ulmayá, who passed on the message from the golden-brown Lion called Aslan, they were soulmates. How Aslan knew this was beyond Alindor. All the golden house cat could count on was that Aslan knew what he was doing, including bringing Ulmayá to him.

Now, his gaze fell on Ulmayá. She was so beautiful. If only he could figure out a way to get them married. Somehow, he would figure it out. For now, he just needed to pass this test and find his real parents. He turned to the front door, knocking three times, before taking a step back.

There was no response. Alindor tried again, moving his ear close to the door's wood surface to hear if anyone was inside. There was no one coming to answer the door. Alindor huffed, turning to Ulmayá and shaking his head.

"Perhaps we've come at the wrong time," Ulmayá suggested, trying to be optimistic. "I'm sure they're here, Alindor."

"Even if they were here, we have no way of knowing if they're alive," Alindor said, referring to Jine and Tracker. He sighed in despair, looking up at the blue sky with patches of white and grey fluffy clouds floating in the air above their heads. "Maybe this was all for naught." He shrugged, facing Ulmayá. "Oh well. At least we tried. Now—" He was interrupted by the front door again. It was unlocked. The cat that stepped outside was a brown Burmese cat. By the looks of him, this Burmese cat had seen years of war and turmoil.

"Hello," Ulmayá said, approaching Alindor and telling the brown Burmese cat. "We need to find two cats. Their names are Jine and Tracker. Jine's an Oriental Cat and Tracker's a Burmese Cat. Have you seen them? Do you know where they are?"

The brown Burmese cat huffed, shaking his head. "It's been almost two years since those names have meant something. Now, my wife Jine and I are refugees in a land that no longer belongs to us."

"You're Tracker? The Tracker?" Alindor asked, stunned.

"What are you looking for? An autograph?" Tracker said in a gruff deep voice. "Yes, I am he. My wife is out back, trying to chase off little elves that keep invading our land, looking to stir up trouble and perform tedious tasks for us. Adventures as the little elves call them. The forest is alive with their activity."

"Wait," Alindor said, stopping Tracker. He approached the brown Burmese cat, asking him, "Is this Jine, your wife, the one who beat up Parker Dooley? The dragonoid who came here as a dignitary, an ambassador to the Land of Dragons?"

It was in that moment that Tracker grabbed Alindor's robes, shoving the cat against the house's exterior wood paneled surface. Alindor winced, trembling at the sight of Tracker's angry eyes. It was clear this cat did not like hearing this story of how Jine beat up Parker Dooley.

"So, you know what I'm talking about then," Alindor said, scared.

"Why bring up such a memory? What's your business here, boy?" Tracker asked, fury raging in his heart.

"He didn't mean any harm! We just want to restore this kingdom! Hasn't the Land of Talking Animals been looking for a king to come and save them?" Ulmayá asked in desperation, hoping Tracker would release her beloved soulmate.

Tracker glared at her, asking in tension, "How do you know so much about our history?" He turned to Alindor, asking him sharply, "How do you know about us?"

"Because I'm your son," Alindor said, curtly. "I remember what happened that day at the castle. How a snow leopard bested you, as well as some bears, tearing this whole kingdom apart. The citizens of Creadon, your citizens as well as Mum's, wound up in another world, didn't they? Daggerhorn, it's called."

"You know nothing about what really happened," Tracker said, releasing the lad. He rushed into the house, not stopping to close the front door and instead allowing Alindor and Ulmayá to enter his abode. "A few days before we fled, Jine and I, we heard a rumor about raids heading into different kingdoms across the Land of Talking Animals. A few animals grew restless of their life here. So, they rebelled. They attacked Creadon. Jine and I…" he paused to catch his breath, "…we had no choice but to send our kitten Alindor away. We did it to keep him safe before the snow leopards could take our boy away. The snow leopards have been the most precarious Big Cats anyone has ever seen. They're smart. They knew what they were doing when they organized those raids. They said house cats have no place to rule!

"So, when the new king comes, the rest of the prophecy states the Big Cats will take over. But no one knows for certain when that moment will be. That king is our son Alindor." Tracker turned to Alindor, approaching him and staring him down. "You look so like our son." He stared at Alindor, seeing the compassion in his eyes. His eyes widened. He embraced Alindor, tearing up. "Alindor! You've come back!"

"What took you so long?" Alindor asked, falling into the embrace.

Tracker released him, turning to Ulmayá. "Who's this?"

"She's my mate. Aslan decided this for us," Alindor said, introducing Ulmayá to Tracker. "She's Ulmayá and she was once an elf, but is now looking for her real family, just like I found mine."

"Ulmayá," Tracker said, staring at her. He released his son, approaching Ulmayá. "Yes, I know you. I recognize your father's eyes and your mother's smile."

"Then you know her? You know her family?" Alindor asked, concerned.

"Aye, I know her," Tracker said with a smile. He told the silver-streaked Oriental Cat Ulmayá with candor, "There was a bloodline of silver-streaked Oriental Cats that escaped the First World. They're a rarity here, but as beautiful and as elegant as the tall elves of old. They say that they will bring us luck, but it seems we found one waiting to come home." He told Ulmayá, "Your parents, brothers, and sister fled the time Before the First Age, around the time of the Shapeshifter Migration. It was around the same time we fled, Alindor's mother and I, as well as Alindor. Much has changed here."

"Will you help us find my family and restore your kingdom?" Ulmayá asked Tracker, curiously.

"Aye, we will," Tracker said with a warm-hearted smile.

"Where's Mum?" Alindor asked, also curious.

"She's out back, trying to stop the Littlest Elf from demanding tedious adventures," Tracker said, gesturing for Alindor and Ulmayá to follow him out to the backyard. The moment they were outside, Tracker watched the Littlest Elf kicked out of the backyard by a cream-colored Oriental Cat. The Littlest Elf giggled, jumping back into the forest before another word was spoken.

The cream-colored Oriental Cat sighed in relief, facing Tracker with determined eyes. "Next time, we should choose a safer spot! These little elves wander through some of these woods." She pointed out the mountainous region beyond the forest. "That route is the bridge between the Land of the Unicorns and our own, the Land of Talking Animals. It's a shame the Littlest Elves has to be there. Otherwise, we'd see more Unicorns cross into these lands. Maybe one of the Unicorns will be brave enough to face us someday."

She pointed to Alindor and Ulmayá, asking Tracker, kindly, "Tracker, who are they?"

"Jine, our son has come back," Tracker said with a smile.

Jine stared at Alindor in confusion. She remembered giving birth to a golden house cat. And now, here was a golden house cat standing before her. He looked so young, so vibrant. She approached him, getting a better look at him. His features looked so familiar. She remembered her kitten. The memories… they were flooding back!

She remembered Parker Dooley and how much shame she brought to him. Regret filled her being, as well as regret for making her son leave her and Tracker to a time and a land that no longer belonged to them. A tear nearly left her eyes. She looked at Alindor with remorse, recognizing him.

"Alindor!" She said in a hushed, tender voice, embracing her son and not letting him go. "We missed you." She released Alindor moments later, telling him, "You know how hurt I feel after having beaten Parker Dooley up. If it wasn't for that moment, we would have been together. I could have watched you grow up."

"It's all right," Alindor said with a kind smirk.

"I'm afraid it's not," Jine said, worriedly. "I have to apologize to Parker. I hope that someday he will forgive me. I was villainous. I caused this and the peoples of this land fall to ruin. We're living in a nomadic time unless you do something." She told Alindor, "Right this wrong and I shall do the same, or I will live to regret it."

"I will, Mum. I promise." Alindor said, curtly. "It's time I took up the mantle of king."

"Then you know your destiny," Jine said, nodding and smiling. She turned to Ulmayá, asking in jealousy, "Alindor, who is this young cat? She looks elvish."

"Her name is Ulmayá," Alindor said, approaching Ulmayá and wrapping an arm around her. "She's my soulmate." He added, serious when Jine glared at him, "It was Aslan's doing."

"You know silver-streaked Oriental Cats bring us luck, right?" Jine asked, curiously. "How did you find her?"

"She found me," Alindor said, pleased.

"It's quite a convoluted story. Alindor's a Druid. He was trained by Bremen," Ulmayá said, smiling.

"A Druid?" Jine asked, stunned. She asked, turning to Alindor, "Alindor, what exactly have you been doing for these past two years?"

"Like we said, it's quite the story," Alindor said, leading his real parents inside the house. "We might as well talk about it indoors."

"That sounds like a good idea. Let's go," Jine said, leading the way.

Tracker smiled, facing Alindor and telling him, "Your mother does have a way with words. Headstrong, but her heart's in the right place. You should be fine."

"I hope so," Alindor said, glad when they were indoors. Now, he could tell his story without interruption. He just hoped his real parents wouldn't be too harsh on him when they learned the truth about his actions and how he failed to save the Ildatch book from Brona's grasp.

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References:

The Littlest Elf comes from "A Series of Unfortunate Events".

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Thanks for reading. :)