Blue Kitsune: Okay here's the grand finale of the SFP and hope you all enjoy as much as I'm proud of this baby but promise to write more soon once I get inspire to. I like to also thank tmwillson3 for her help on this and for correcting some of the things on here. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Blue kitsune does not own George Lucasfilm or the story of Strange magic but oc character are mine.
Epilogue: Nymue
And there you have it, my wee little darling. Those be your brothers and sisters, and I'm proud to say that they each show a unique trait that you will see soon enough.
You have your eldest brother, Oberon with his considerate leadership skill and take-charge attitude.
Your eldest sister, Gisela who with the supportive and understanding role when your mother isn't around and will always lend a helpful hand in your need.
Your brother Soren full of wisdom and creative ideas and know you will enjoy them as much as we do, long as it isn't anything too dangerous.
The twins Loke and Eris with their skilled craft of trickery but still lovable and know they'll provide you with double the care you need.
And finally Valken with his kind and valorous spirit who will always be by you and show you he'll be there by your side.
They're a very lively bunch; I can tell you that much and wouldn't have it any other way. I'm absolutely certain they will be as happy and welcome you with open arms come morrow when they get here.
They're going to be in for a big surprise when they see you, yes they will! Oh, they'll be very excited to see you my wee one!
I know Valken will be since he went through all that trouble just for you; plus now he will get the chance to watch over you just as everyone else will so you won't be alone.
We have a sort of ongoing tradition that the previous youngest gets to hold the newborn and then pass on to the next sibling till they reach the eldest, then handing the newborn back to the parents.
It was actually your mother's thoughtful idea when we had the twins, and she figured that they could each get the chance to hold one after the other.
They worked so hard to get it all set and knowing that they wanted to make certain you know how very welcome you are into our lives.
You may be the youngest of your siblings, but do not fear, because we have enough love for all of you and nothing can change that.
We love you all very much, and now it's time to say goodnight my little one.
With his tale already finished, the Bog King kissed her brow and looked to the curled-up infant in his arms. She was already fast asleep and was drifting into pleasant dreams, and he smiled once more at his little darling.
She had certainly taken her sweet time, almost a month and a half at the very least more than she should have, but yet seemed just as eager to come and be welcome into their lives.
She was their seventh child, such a beautiful little girl born with her mother's soft delicate features with a little of him showing as the perfect blend of them.
Her skin wasn't exactly the same creamy shade like her mother, but wasn't so gray-blue like his, but in a way it was a mix of the two which seemed to fit her so well. She had her mother's nose, which he was entirely thankful as he didn't think she needed his as she was cute as a button with the one she had.
Her ears were pointy with his high cheekbones and markings down her chubby cheeks.
She had a bit of chitin on her forehead almost in the shape of a crown and some scales down her forearm and legs just like her brothers and sisters.
So adorable and precious she was, just like all his children she had found a place in his heart, and he had plenty to give for all of them. There was no competition to be held for who was his favorite child as he loved them all equally and same with Marianne that he was sure.
Despite how he was in front of everyone with his fearsome reputation as the King of the Dark Forest, he practically melted under his wife and was easily wrapped around by his family.
He was so enchanted by this tiny creature that was lying against his chest and felt her soft breaths that came with a small smile on her fine, rose petal lips.
But the most captivating feature of hers had to be her eyes. Her eyes were a deep mesmerizing blue but had tiny specks of gold around the irises.
The best way to describe them was they were like gazing up at the open night sky with the stars shining brightly, and that's what he saw within her gaze.
She would grow into a fine beauty like her mother one day, and he was sure boys would be lining up for her hand. Bog would do everything in his power to protect her just as he planned to do the same with Gisela and Eris once they reached that age.
He prayed they wouldn't be anything like their aunt as the last thing he needed to fret about was their growing obsession with boys. From the stories he heard, she constantly had her head in the clouds with them and shuddered to think if they dare acted upon those instincts.
Hopefully they'll be more like Marianne, smarter and more mature; that way he wouldn't have so much to worry about as they could very well take care of themselves. He would see that they didn't let their guard down and teach them a few useful techniques to arm themselves.
Whatever happens, I'm sure everything will be all right. I wouldn't have it any other way as you are a part of me as I am a part of you.
There would come a time when he would see about having them learning what to expect from such courtship if any male, goblin or fairy otherwise, dared to catch his daughter's eyes.
He set her down in the bassinet, the soft moss cushioning her while he pulled the spider silk blanket over to keep her warm. He gently brushed his hand over her brow, pushing the soft auburn curls to the side.
He went to touch the little mobile that was hanging over her canopy, a gift that each child went through the trouble of getting to present to their newest sister.
The flowers that Valken got was set right in the center with the glowing green droplets circling around it that illuminated softly in the darkness and provided comforting light for her.
This had been Soren's idea, and everyone had taken part in gathering what was needed to make this special device for her.
There were also small crystals, bug shells, and other certain items hanging in there. The children had certainly outdone themselves as they went to the effort of setting this up.
"Goodnight my precious little Nym, have sweet dreams, my child." He went to exit the room quietly as he could, tiptoeing with care as he dare not make any other sound.
The goblins on guard duty made sure to keep the noise level at a minimum as they dared not wake the sleeping occupant as the king gave then a stern warning that if they dare wake her, they'd have to answer to him.
Once the door was shut behind him, he headed for the royal bedchambers to go join his wife in bed.
He was smiling to himself and thinking how fortunate he was to be blessed with having a wife and his wonderful family.
He had always thought that he would have to be alone because he doubted any woman would want anything to do with him. But not his Marianne, she saw beneath all his hard armor and made her way through his stone cold heart.
For years he had thought love was a weakness, but it turns out it made him see things differently and gave him strength to become a much better ruler with his lovely queen.
She showed him there was more to everything, and she loved him inside and out just as he did with her, his tough girl.
She was so amazing, and he felt incredibly lucky to have her in his life.
Bog had immediately slipped under the covers when he felt two slender arms wrap around his waist. He turned to see Marianne as she snuggled up against him.
"What took you so long, love? Is everything all right?"
Marianne had been resting for quite some time, still recuperating from giving birth hours ago, and now she finally sensed her husband coming to join her.
She knew that he had been keeping the baby company while she recovered. But now that he was here, she wanted to go and cuddle him hard and find out what he had been up to all day. Knowing him, he must've been gushing all over and being all cute with her.
The Bog King leaned into her warm embrace, caressing her form against him and holding his true love, his soul mate, his everything who gave him so much.
"Everything is fine, Marianne. I was just telling our little Nym a bedtime story about her family, and I'm sure she'll be excited to see them just as they are for her."
"Oh, is that so?" Marianne's lips quirked as she went to lean close to him, whispering, "Maybe you should tell me all about it."
"Perhaps tomorrow, I can tell you all about it." Bog then thought of something, "Maybe it will be a nice story to tell the children once they show up."
"You know I think they would like that very much." She then snuggled closer, "But you know, there's one story that they love hearing and know Nymue will too when she's a bit older."
"Yes," Bog wrapped his arms around her and holding her close as he softly answer, "We'll tell her our story, no doubt about it and she'll know how her parents were able to find love in the strangest manner."
"Maybe it was a bit of magic."
"Yes strange magic it was but you know what," Bog looked her in the eyes seeing she was looking back at him, "I don't mind it at all. Because it lead me right to you."
With that said, he went to embrace his mate and fell asleep, dreaming back of the day they met and how their lives had changed for the better and wouldn't have it any other way.
