A/N: Ok so I'm back again! I was suffering a writer's block as I tried to decide on Leggy's reaction then I eventually managed to keep going. XD Hope everyone is still enjoying this story as its taken me six months to write the bloody thing. :P

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Minas Tirith's splendour had diminished under the heavy rain of fire and rock; no building had been left untarnished or battered in some way. Thousands of men, women and children were now homeless, forced to take refuge in alleyways and other relatives' holdings. The roads through the levels were kept clear of people as much as possible to maintain a steady flow of carts and repair workers; not only that but dozens of wargs leant a paw as well.

Sometimes they acted as transport - pulling carts or helping those who could no longer walk, through Minas Tirith. They were rewarded with several meats and occasionally a fresh goat or cow; it kept them eager to work and controllable in the sense of appetite. Braig and Jigar walked shoulder to shoulder among the people; the splendid silver bitch and her heavy built, massive black mate. They had done the impossible. What remained of the wargs were now a part of their pack. Something that has never been seen in Middle-Earth.

Wargs dipped their heads in respect or offered a piece of their own reward to the alphas as they passed, high-stepping with a swinging gait. Jigar did not like being the city but if it made Braig happy then he would follow her to the depths of hell. The silver warg nuzzled against her scarred mate before glancing up at the higher levels, ears lowering to her skull as she wondered where her little human had gone to.

One minute Marina had been there and the next she'd disappeared.

Braig missed her company and even though Jigar was now her mate, Marina was her mother.

You have strong feelings for the two-leg. Jigar's baritone rolled across her thoughts, his gold eyes glancing at her as they walked down the path. Several two-legs stared at the great beasts as they passed them; some grateful, others seething. Given the chance, most of the human population would smote the wargs at any opportunity but they did not dare. Not with the human who was rumoured to change into a warg herself nearby.

Marina is my mother. She saved me. Whether she is two-leg or warg, the pack will always be here for her. Braig vowed, tilting her head, eyes challenging the tall male.

Jigar rubbed his head submissively against her shoulder, acknowledging her request without words. Even if he didn't approve of her love for the female two-leg, he could understand and respect it. Though he would never see Marina as dominant to him unless she faced him in combat. Braig's ears perked, turning around to glance back at the sharp-ear's accompanying them. It was the one wearing the steel-dress and though she wasn't fond of him, he was injured and Marina would undoubtedly be unhappy if he were to die.

Haldir's armour was dented and badly damaged; the spaulders hung off one shoulder. The red cloak was tattered and stained with blood and dirt. One arm was draped loosely against his chest whilst the other rested on the hilt of his sword. There was a profound limp in his right leg. Judging by the location of scent, Braig could only assume there was a cut across his torso and another injury on his right leg.

The Marchwarden's expression was as stoic as it had ever been though internally his body was screaming and writhing in agony. For every step, another sizzle of pain danced up his leg, ricocheting across his sternum where Legolas's deadly dagger had smote him all the way across. The Prince of Mirkwood had been serious; more serious than Haldir had first anticipated, and he paid for it.

Legolas hadn't said another word to him, leaving him in the dirt without a backward glance.

Haldir knew he had deserved it and wouldn't be surprised if Marina opted never to speak with him again. What kind of friend was he? To not beg her forgiveness. To not get down on his knees and plead with her to understand why he did it. Instead he'd been arrogant and self-centred, utterly devoted to the outcome for the rest of the world. Never did he consider her feelings on the matter. Mentally cursing himself, Haldir was resigned to remain in agony. If nothing else, that alone should tell her he was sorry. Or very stupid.

Braig gingerly came to a stop, dashing over to the elf as a few soldiers jostled past him. A hair-raising snarl sent the men scattering, muttering apologies to the giant female warg. Some of them gave her scathing looks, having been present the night she'd gone on a rampage. Only Marina's pleading (and the army of wargs in the city) had placated the guard captain to sparing Braig's life. If only just.

Haldir was surprised as she came to tower beside him, cocking her head. Humbled, the Marchwarden silently accepted Braig's assistance and draped his arm over her shoulders, relieved as walking became slightly easier.

"Thank you, Braig."

Jigar snorted at his mate before reluctantly falling in behind the staggering elf, nudging him in the back whenever he felt the two-legged sharp-ear would fall. Though it wasn't particularly kind it was helpful. The black male growled softly whenever the sharp-ear staggered and trod on his paw and gave him a non-too-gentle shove back. Unable to do anything about it, Haldir grudgingly tried very hard not to lose his footing.

The next time Jigar wasn't gentle, however, Braig caught him in the act and snarled at him.

Chastised, the male went to nudging the elf with his snout oh so gently.

Haldir hid a smile.

With the aid of the warg alphas, Haldir was able to make it to his housing quarters. The Marchwarden dipped his head in respect to the large beasts as they left him at the front door, disappearing into the encroaching darkness of night. A snap of teeth and a startled yip was all the indication the Marchwarden needed to know Braig was telling Jigar off again. With a soft smile, Haldir entered and set about removing his armour as gingerly as possible.

Needles to say it was difficult and strenuous; each piece of armour was tied separately and intricately and weighed a considerable amount. By the time the last piece of metal hit the stone floor, Haldir's body was sweat streaked and his wounds had reopened, beginning to bleed profusely in response to the stress.

Never in his lifetime had he received such injuries from another elf. Rarely did fights break out amongst the highly esteemed race and even when they did it was usually verbal. To have participated in a blood match with the prince of Mirkwood was an all too telling sign that the Marchwarden had done wrong by his Noldorin. And Legolas had of course felt reason to make him pay for it. Amongst the elves, harming another's wife in any way was considered to be an insult punishable by death.

Haldir was all too aware that Legolas had left him alive, if only for Marina's sake.

It made the Marchwarden angry that the Prince had so disdainfully dismissed him - and so easily defeated him.

But if it took grievous injuries and countless pints of blood lost to gain Marina's forgiveness, Haldir would do it even if it killed him. Brushing his fingers over the skin of his stomach, it wasn't difficult to recall where he had gained this particular scar. A life debt was owed to the mortal and he had been doing a poor job of portraying his appreciation.

Even though Marina was pregnant with Legolas's child and the woman would never be his, he couldn't deny that he cared for her deeply.

And he missed her company.

Things were going to change.

When he was healed Haldir vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to restore Marina's trust in him.

No matter what.

A woman's expectation when announcing they are pregnant to a prospective partner generally consists of happiness, discussion of gender, names and so on. Following up with gifts of chocolate and flowers from the partner to show their appreciation for the child bearer. And having the man take over the house chores and provide meals whenever the woman requests.

An exaggeration but something to strive for.

Some women simply want their partner to be present through childbirth and expect nothing in return.

Others don't want men around at all as they get in the way.

Marina simply wanted an acknowledgement that she had said anything.

A twitch.

A quirk of lips.

An exhalation of breath.

Something!

Nothing happened.

A cricket chirped on the balcony.

More seconds went by.

And then the panic started. Men that were excited about the prospect of being a father responded instantaneously. Well they either, jumped for joy, made a terrified expression or fainted. And unless elves fainted without losing consciousness, this reaction was worrying. Legolas wasn't doing a damn thing save for staring at her with blue, blue eyes. Shouldn't he have done something that indicated the news was a good thing? Or just slightly acceptable? Hugged her? Yelled at her?

Concerned that he may well be in shock Marina sat up and pushed at his shoulders, squeaking as his hands settled against her waist. There was something in his gaze now. And the woman wasn't sure what to call it. Legolas curled his body around her, clutching at her skin like a dying man. Fingers grazed over her hips, lighting a trail of fire down her thighs and through her breasts as his elegant fingers traced their gentle contours. Marina closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief both from pleasure and the fact that he wasn't mad. At least he didn't seem to be mad.

"Pregnant?" Legolas tested the word on his tongue, his body becoming unnaturally still beneath her hands.

Managing not to pout as his talented fingers stopped their roam over her skin she said, "Yeah."

"With my child?"

Restraint was the only thing that stopped Marina from smacking him silly.

No Haldir's child.

Though it was really tempting to say out loud Marina didn't dare. If Haldir was in a stable condition he certainly wouldn't be if she let her mouth run wild with that one. Legolas would never give her the opportunity to explain it was a joke until after he killed him. Or castrated him. Or both. No, for the moment, best keep her dry humour to herself.

Wearily, Marina nodded this time, not quite trusting herself to speak as she gauged his reaction. If he got mad she'd cry. If he walked out she'd cry. Hell, any negative reaction to this fragile announcement would make her cry. Then again that could just be the hormones talking...again. Excitement had never been her first emotion when discovering she was pregnant. But now tiny fluttering sensations were breaking through into her stomach. Restraint was her best asset just in case he would do as she feared.

Reject her.

The very idea, even with his hands on her body, made flesh cold and her heart thump erratically.

Marina tentatively met his eyes to find him still staring at her before ever so slowly his eyes brightened and a smile stretched the length of his lips. Said girl could feel her heart palpating as he laughed; a joyous, masculine note before wrapping her in his embrace, fingers dancing over the expanse of her body as she giggled in relief and stupidity. Legolas peppered kisses over every inch of her body he could reach, the smile locked into place on his mouth as he showered her with affection. Marina squeaked and laughed with surprise as he cuddled her like an over-sized teddy bear.

To have his arms wrapped around her; cocooning her with his warmth and affection was such a relief that tears pooled in her eyes. Upon seeing the crystal water, Legolas's brow furrowed with concern and the smile disappeared entirely as he cupped her face in his hands as he had done so many times before. "Marina? What's wrong, nin?" (Love)

Feeling silly, Marina wiped at her eyes with her wrist, giggling stupidly. Not to mention he called her love and Nina in the same sentence. It was enough to make her giddy. "Nothing. I'm happy. I thought you would be mad at me. I wasn't sure if you wanted children or-"

The young woman let out a squeak as she suddenly found herself beneath him, elegant fingers holding her wrists prisoner above her head. Legolas leaned down; a predatory smile on his lips with blue eyes sparkling like sapphires. Ensnaring her lips in a passionate exchange, the elf laved attention on her sweet mouth, nipping the skin of her clavicle and the junction between neck and shoulder. Soon her skin was decorated with his marks, much to her mortification. There was one standing out brilliantly just above her breast.

"My little minx. My precious 'Nina. My mil-nin." Legolas murmured and gently kissed her thoroughly abused lips as she stared up at him with willing grey eyes. Releasing one of her wrists, the Prince brought her dainty fingers up to rest over his heart, placing his own over hers. "I love you. You are my wife. My soul mate. How could I be mad when I am privileged enough to have you? Of course I want to have children with you; be it fair-haired or your beautiful, raven locks. I will cherish any and all that we have together."

I'm not going to cry.

Marina felt her throat go dry and clench.

Nope. Not going to cry.

Red flushed into her cheeks and her eyes stung.

I'm not going to cry just 'cause he said something all mushy and lovey-dovey.

Legolas watched with a gentle smile as she burst into hysterical tears and laughter before throwing her arms around him, clutching him for all she was worth."I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby."

The Prince laughed with her, feeling his heart and soul soar with joy.

Children were a rarity amongst elves; so long lived and with little to no reason for reproduction there were just so few. And elves do not seek physical gratification as so many other races therefore limiting the number of children born. Marina and Legolas would change all that; their unity would bring new light to the elves sexual outlook.

Legolas could feel his heart racing in sync to the beat of the young woman's as she laughed and cried her joy against him. Never would he tire of this creature as do many if his kind tire of each other. Always he would feel the yearning in his loins for her. The desire pulsing through his veins. The Prince buried his face against her fragrant, black locks, committing her scent forever to memory.

"I will never let you leave." He was suddenly serious. "You can never return home."

Marinas smile faltered only slightly before she poked his nose. "I am home."

And then she realised those words had eternally sealed her fate to this world. Earth was no longer an escape route for Legolas would never consent for her to leave. Marina sobered immediately and decided that she had spoken true. This was her home now. Here. In his arms.

Forever.

And she couldn't see a damn thing wrong with that.

Holding her to him in utter content, Legolas sighed softly against her hair. After all this time, the thing he had feared the most was no longer possible. Marina had consented to remain in Middle-Earth. With him. And not only that but pregnant. How long had she known? Surely she didn't just discover the fact. Curious, Legolas leaned up so that she was practically straddling his thighs, his thumbs smoothing over her long, silky hair.

"Marina, how long have you known?"

"Known what?" The woman hedged offhandedly, nuzzling and nipping at his neck to distract him.

The Prince wouldn't allow it, grasping her shoulders and holding her out of reach. A smirk quirked his lips as she pulled a face. "Do I need to remind you what happens to disobedient wives?"

"...I've known for about six weeks. I was hesitant to tell you because I didn't know if you wanted children."

Smiling, Legolas hugged her. "I understand, mil-nin. But you had no reason to fear."

"I know that now." Marina growled with a soft yawn.

A yelp of surprise escaped as Legolas all but wrestled her under the sheets of the warm bed, enclosing her in the warmth of his arms. Their first night, properly reunited, in each other's arms. Neither could think of a place they'd rather be.

Where it ought to be days to clean up the Pelennor Fields quickly transformed into weeks; the bodies were numerous and for every one removed two more seemed to take their place. Wargs grew frustrated, expected to work every day from dawn till dusk - meat grew scarce. Feeding the gigantic beasts was similar to nourishing an entire city and Minas Tirith couldn't afford to continue giving them handouts without suffering losses.

The wargs went on strike, so to speak and moved away from the city, despite Marina's protests.

Braig and Jigar did not return.

And that, coupled with hormones and Legolas's irritating presence was getting close to making Marina batty.

Aragorn was holding a small council in an hour and as much as Marina insisted on going, she was consistently admonished by a certain Prince. And it wasn't just for that but for everything! Where before he was tolerant of her association with the wargs, now he forbade the idea of the woman seeing where they had went off to. All because he knew she was pregnant. Daily tasks had been deemed dangerous and unnecessary for Marina.

At almost three months, the swell of her belly was clear for all to see and made Legolas that much more of a tyrant.

Marina, the first amount of alone time she had, had in weeks, sat on the balcony of her house, overlooking the city.

In her head, she mimicked Legolas's constant warnings.

"No, mil-nin. You cannot lift that basket. Let me."

"Daro, Marina. Let me carry you. I would never forgive myself if you fell down the stairs." (Stop)

"Don't go anywhere without me, mil-nin. Your condition is too fragile."

A harmless ant lost its life as Marina brought her fist down on the balcony ledge. That particular nuisance had managed to rile her up the most so far though she hadn't pointed that out to him. Aragorn had wisely distracted her whilst they were escorting her through the recently repaired markets.

"No, you can't do that."

"No, you can't go there."

"No, that isn't safe."

All his proclamations of keeping her safe and not allowing her to do anything that may cause harm to herself were galloping around inside her head. Marina placed a palm over her face, heaving a sigh. For awhile his over-protectiveness had been cute and endearing. Now it was just plain annoying. And it was driving her nuts. Not only that but she had not seen her warg in weeks, ever since they were forced to leave the city.

She missed Braig. Severely.

Guards had been posted at her door because Legolas did not trust her.

The nerve of the damned elf was uncanny.

It wasn't a complete lost cause however. Legolas showered affection upon her. Trinkets and clothing would constantly arrive from the market directly to her door, always with a note from the Prince with his personal signature. At night he would be by her side, singing to her and the child within or showing her just how much he loved her.

Marina loved him but right now, she wanted to punch him in the face.

Hard.

Another forceful sigh sent innocent ants careening off the edge of the balcony.

It just wasn't fair. On Earth a woman wouldn't be confined to her room - at least not since the middle ages. Legolas was being ridiculous. A few chores and wanders around Minas Tirith wouldn't kill her! Why couldn't he get that through his thick skull?

And now she couldn't attend the council.

The hell I'm not. Haldir will be there. I've still got to kick his ass.

Glancing briefly at the door, Marina decided to hell with it. There was only one way out and she was stir-crazy enough to attempt it. Scrambling up onto the railing was easy enough; the hard part was convincing herself to climb over it and start the perilous side-walk to the next balcony. Ever so carefully, Marina eased a leg over first, conscious of her ballooned stomach before following with the other leg.

"This is easy...shit." Marina made the mistake of judging how far she would fall. It was a very long way. "Don't look down. Don't look down."

Adrenaline pumped through her veins, making her aware of every single nerve ending and muscle in her body. Marina clung with all her strength to the railing, having to walk along side on so as to not crush her stomach against the stone. After what felt like hours, Marina was able to navigate around another housing arrangement before perching on a wall and began to clamber down towards the street. It was difficult and twice she lost her footing. Legs almost collapsing beneath her, her feet finally touched on solid ground.

People in the street gave her an amused look or pitying.

Minas Tirith was well aware of Marina's tyrant husband.

She blushed at the attention before sucking in a breath. "Well, come on." She murmured to the baby nestled in her womb. "We have got a long walk ahead."

A long, awkward walk that she would remember for the rest of her life.

How did women manage to walk around at any stage of pregnancy? It almost overbalanced her several times as she dug her feet in up an incline or leaned back to totter down a steep slope. This baby was turning her into a fool and the father was turning her into a mental case. Sighing for the umpteenth time Marina trudged up to the top level at last, sweat-streaked and thoroughly in need of sugar.

The Citadel guards glanced at her but said nothing and did nothing as she tottered unsteadily towards the Tower Hall. The entrance was unguarded so Marina had no trouble slipping inside the doors to catch what seemed to be a serious discussion about Sauron and the Ring though the closer she got to the Throne at the end of the Hall, the more she was able to make out.

Hiding behind a pillar, heart thumping with the guise of stealth, Marina peeked around to see Legolas and Éomer standing together. Gimli sat in the steward's chair. No one missed Denethor but the woman still grieved for any soul lost in the battle; no one had told her how he died no matter how much she pushed. Aragorn and Gandalf were swivelling about across the shining floors, troubled.

Haldir, who stood away from the others, snapped his head around to stare at her, quirking a brow. He also knew of her house arrest.

Marina glowered at him and made a zipping motion with her fingers.

The Marchwarden smirked and slightly inclined his head before transferring his gaze back to the dwarf smoking contently at his pipe. "Let him stay there." All heads swivelled to stare at Gimli. "Let him rot. Why should we care?"

"Because ten thousand orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom." Gandalf pointed out gravelly, walking with his hands behind his back. Gimli lowered the pipe to his lap, letting out the smoke in a weary exhale. The gravity of the situation was finally beginning to set in. Marina frowned and skipped past another few pillars to get closer, almost squeaking as her shoes slid on the slick floor. Whoever polished the tiles deserved a kick up the ass.

Gandalf shook his head and murmured, "I've sent him to his death."

"No." Aragorn turned around, his expression firm in his belief. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time. And safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that."

"How?" Gimli said, utterly baffled.

"Draw out Sauron's armies - empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."

Gimli choked on his pipe, spluttering and coughing. Marina giggled for a split second before clamping a hand over her mouth.

Éomer stepped forward, hand on the hilt of his sword. "We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms."

Never before had Marina seen Aragorn seem more like a King then he did at that moment as he said, "Not for ourselves...but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's eye fixed upon us." At this he looked at Gandalf. "Keep him blind to all else that moves."

"A diversion..." Legolas said approvingly, before his eyes snapped straight to Marina's. Said woman went a deep red and shrugged her shoulders. Blue eyes darkened in response. She'd know about it later but for now she was in on the action. Skittering up to Aragorn's side, Marina glanced up at the ranger with a broad smile. The would-be-king grinned at her and ruffled her locks.

"Certainty of death. Small chance of success." Gimli puffed at his pipe and gestured with his hand. "What are we waiting for?"

"Sauron will suspect a trap." Gandalf said to Aragorn, eyes weary. "He will not take the bait."

"Oh I think he will." Aragorn said with a smile before moving his gentle eyes to the pregnant woman beside him. "And I see you gave your jailors the slip."

"You could say that. I won't bore you with the details." Marina chirped, thoroughly enjoying Aragorn's presence as the ranger chuckled at her.

"How did you escape?" Gandalf quirked a brow and Marina tried very hard not to throw him across the room in vexation.

To be reminded that absolutely everyone knew of Legolas's protective house arrest order was grating on already frayed nerves. The last thing she needed was a cocky wizard rubbing it in.

Haldir was very interested in learning of her escape tactic and drifted closer only to be stopped by a hard-eyed prince. The two regal elves stared each other down.

That did it.

A sheep's wool and leather shoe bounced off the side of Legolas's head whilst the other smacked Haldir right in the face.

Marina stood bare foot, pregnant, sweat-streaked and red as power curled around her hands. Air particles shifted and reformed around her fingers, subject to her will.

Éomer stepped back wearily, having not seen but only heard of the woman's magical power. At first he'd been sceptical. Now he was downright disturbed. A woman that led an army if wargs with the power to control air and heal. What could be worse? A pregnant one, that's what.

"I'm tired of this. Legolas back off. Haldir come here." When neither male moved her voice thundered in the confines of the hall. "Now!" The Marchwarden scooted out from under Legolas's heady gaze and strode to Marina's side.

Gimli was chortling loudly much to the elves' embarrassment. Éomer discreetly placed a hand over his mouth whilst Gandalf and Aragorn watched on with rapt amusement. Legolas remained still, every line of his body tensing as he fought between instinct to go to his mate, and willingness to obey Marina's request. It hadn't taken him long to know she was irritated with him but he just couldn't help it. The thought of her being harmed was too much to bear.

Gathering energy particles into the palm of her hand, Marina waited unit Haldir was scant inches away before throwing her body into a viscous punch. Muscle shifted under her hand as the combined force of her body (which wasn't a lot) and the magical power landed directly against the elf's cheek. Had Braig been nearby, the power would have amplified to the point it could have sent Haldir across the Hall. But, we all have to make do with what is available.

Had it been just her fist, Haldir wouldn't have budged but with her power flowing through her flesh, it was enough to put him on his backside with a bewildered expression. Gimli was a bundle of fits and giggles, unable to contain his delight at seeing the Marchwarden floored by Marina. Said elf could barely believe what just happened; if it hadn't been for the tremendous ache in his jaw he would have said he'd imagined it.

Marina's grey eyes were alive and practically swirling with power. "If you use me for the world's benefit ever again, make no mistake. You will live to regret it. And you." Eyes swivelled to the White Wizard who stood calmly by Aragorn's side. "That goes for you as well. And." The woman turned to face Legolas whose molten blue gaze almost made her falter. Had he been that close a second ago? He was practically within inches of her person. Those deep, drowning eyes were sucking her under completely against her will.

"And?" Legolas prompted with a purr, eyes dark with anger but also amusement to see her so easily swayed by his proximity.

"And..."

All males watched her steadily as she struggled for words or same basis of the English language.

With a frustrated growl, Marina threw her hands up in the air. "Fine. No sex for you!"

And she stalked away.

Only to glance back over her shoulder at the blushing elf and the gathered friends around him. "And I don't care if I am pregnant. I'm going wherever you guys are going."

Marina watched on with glowering contempt from the space of her balcony as the line of horsemen exited from Minas Tirith, wriggling in an attempt to escape her predicament. It was a lost cause. Legolas had grown so concerned over night at her willingness to attend the battle, he'd tied her up while she slept only to wake her to give her a kiss goodbye. After yelling obscenities and crying at his retreating back to no avail, Marina had settled to glaring down at her makeshift prisoner.

A comfortable futon had been moved onto the balcony and now Marina found herself tied to it.

"Bloody Legolas...he is so never getting his ears licked ever again!"

My little one!

Braig's voice roared through her mind as said warg came bounding over the railing, almost crushing Marina beneath her. The young woman laughed happily as the warg licked all over her face and neck, tail wagging so fast it was almost invisible. With a few precise snips of her fangs, Braig freed Marina of her confines and contently nuzzled the little human.

"Where have you been!?" Marina admonished, hugging the female warg tightly about the neck. Braig had grown so much over the weeks that it was impossible to reach that high without standing on her tip toes let alone getting her arms around the girth of the warg's neck. Purring deep within her chest, the silver warg curled her massive head over the mortal's shoulder, cuddling her.

I had no choice, little one. My pack needed me.

"I thought you were mad at me or no longer wanted to be around me." Marina said softly, clutching the silver fur between her fingers.

Gently leaning back, Braig lowered her head to touch her soft muzzle to Marina's bulging stomach, cocking her head left and right. Jaws gaping open, the warg dragged her tongue across the length of the woman's stomach leaving a great wet patch on her clothes. Marina grinned at the warg's way of greeting her child.

Sitting back on her haunches, Braig nuzzled and licked at Marina's face like a happy puppy. The reality of her being a dangerous, adult warg never even passed through the woman's mind.

Never, Marina. I missed you so much.

Marina could feel her eyes smart and placed her hands against the massive muzzle, pressing her cheek against Braig's jaw. "I missed you too. Legolas is going to war. They won't let me go."

Braig snorted and stood, tossing her head and tail. Wargs do not flee from battle just because they are with pup. Shall we ride again into the fray, little one?

Feeling a smile creep onto her lips, Marina nodded. "Hell yeah. I'm not going to miss out on the action!"

Braig crouched, allowing the woman to scramble onto her back. Marina could feel the difference since before. There was no fear. Only a great expectation for exhilaration and a huge adrenaline rush. Muscles tensed beneath her as the warg leapt to balance precariously on the railing, several cracks zigzagging along the stone as it protested against the weight.

"To infinity and beyond!" Marina crowed.

Braig let out an ear-piercing howl before leaping off the balcony and into the open air.

Like it? Hate it? Think its too short? Well we already knew that one so DONT GO THERE.

If any of you were wondering how long this story is going to go for, its definitely going to extend past the actual movie line. Unless you want me to wrap it up early. I have contingency plans just in case.

Well, its on to A Yakuza's Gratitude now! Hopefully I'll update this story in two weeks if not earlier. Love to all! Ciao, dearies!