Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long. I got writer's block. As you know, I can't allude to certain parts in the movie due to copyright reasons.

Thanks for your support, everyone! :)

ArtemisCarolineSnow, Timothy Dalton (who played Milori) has a Northern England accent, which is kinda close to a Scottish one. I have a thing for Scottish accents, so I decided to throw Milori a few miles farther and make him from Scotland. :)

Hoangklinha123, I'm surprised that you've caught up to us already. I'm glad you've decided you like the stories mostly after all, but I'm not going to comment on your review quite yet...you reviewed one chapter too soon. :)

(We think alike, BelieveInAngels. I wrote the Author's Note before your review came in.) Yes, thank you, YazmineXD and BelieveInAngels! Someone finally put it into words in a review! (I know some of the other readers get it too, their reviews were just at the top so I grabbed them.) To the other Guest, the stories stopped being about the "suspense" and "shock value" long ago. This story, in particular, is about what these two reviewers are saying—we actually see Clarion's and Milori's love for each other growing and maturing, witnessing them pulling each other through things that break most couples. Fluffy stories about happily ever afters aren't reality because you have to work at love and relationships. I'm writing this from a nearly 30-year-old's perspective, so I like my stories to have more to them than what some of the younger authors on the site write. I agree that this story isn't credible—it's fantasy fiction. Harry Potter and Twilight series have multiple near-death experiences and climaxes too—again, fantasy fiction. Are my historical romance novels packed tight with so many climaxes? No, I keep it more contained in those novels because they need to be more believable for that genre. In this story, I write different events and read responses to see what readers like as a way to learn more about what kinds of things readers enjoy, in general (from what I've been told, I have a reader following from 11 to 54 year olds). I'm using this as a learning experience so I can write great novels to get published. Mainly, though, I write on this site purely for fun, and it's fun letting my imagination simply run free.


Clarion couldn't stop smiling.

Tinkerbell and Periwinkle had overheard her telling Mary about the baby, and the two of them had decided to throw a winter/warm fairy party so Clarion and Milori could announce the baby with a grand celebration.

The warm fairies were getting their wings frosted by Gliss and Spike on the log border so they could cross into winter safely.

Over in Clarion's and Milori's yard in spring, Milori anxiously kept a protective arm around her. "Sweetheart, I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Lord Milori, we've tested it on dozens and dozens of fairies. She'll be fine," Periwinkle promised from where they all stood in a circle on the border.

"I truly think it won't harm her or the baby," Spruce added. He stood in winter beside Periwinkle while Milori and Clarion stood on the spring side.

"Do you want to frost my wings instead?" Clarion asked Milori because he looked so nervous.

He shook his head. "No. My talents are stronger than Peri's. If I accidentally do it too strong, your wing will snap instantly." He pulled off his feather cape that he only wore outside of the house and presented his back to Periwinkle. "Do mine first."

Clarion bit her lip to keep from smiling at Milori's endearing protectiveness that also drove her mad sometimes.

Spruce caught her eye and smiled. "You're a nervous wreck, Milori."

"She's the first pregnant female in our history. Shut up," he retorted, not even bothering to turn his head to look at Spruce.

"Milori," Clarion cut in when he started letting his stress creep up on his patience.

Peri frosted his wing and stepped back.

Milori stood in winter and started bending his wing around.

"What are you doing?!" Clarion cried and started to rush forward.

"Checking if it's cold enough to make your wings snap," he answered distractedly.

"It's only enough to blanket the warmth into her wings, not enough to penetrate all the way through," Periwinkle explained.

Spruce examined it with Milori. "This won't hurt her."

Once Milori was satisfied, he stepped back into spring and helped her put on her coat and carefully guided her wings through the slits that Tinkerbell had made in the back. Then he led her just inches into winter, turning her so one wing was in spring while she waited for the frosting of the other to be completed.

She startled when Peri started frosting.

"What's wrong?" Milori demanded and stopped Peri's hand.

"It tingles," Clarion laughed. "Sorry."

Milori released a huge breath of relief and resumed supervising Peri. He felt her wing once it was done and glanced at Clarion. "Alright?" he asked her.

Clarion blushed and whispered in his ear. "It almost feels like when you rub white dust on my wings." His eyebrows rose, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Stop thinking about the bedroom," she scolded in a whisper.

He chuckled and then surveyed Peri's handwork when she was finished. "Your skills have come a long way," he told Periwinkle in approval.

"Thank you," Peri blushed, beaming that her lord had praised her work. "I have to go meet Tink." She curtseyed to them and then flew away.

"I'll head over too. The peppermint is helping with morning sickness?" Spruce asked Clarion.

She nodded. "Yes, thank you. Now go and make merry. No more duties tonight," she smiled, excited for the first party ever between warm and winter fairies.

Clarion had her arms wrapped around Milori as they flew in on Blizzard, circling above the festivities.

It was a beautiful party, with periwinkle flowers and snowflakes dropped down from baskets overhead that the snow owls carried. There was ice skating, food, winter games, snowman making contest and everyone making merry. But her favorite part was Milori holding her in his arms for the events in which she was nervous to do and preferred to watch, such as ice skating. He was laughing and chatting with everyone more than she had ever seen, all the while keeping a protective arm around her whenever she wasn't gone talking with fairies. She loved that he let her have space to roam and converse, yet whenever everyone paired off to start another event, he was always right there when she turned around.

When she was talking to Mary and giggling secretly about the baby, Tinkerbell announced they were going to have sled races. Everyone paired up, and Clarion wasn't surprised when she turned around and saw Milori striding across the way toward her with a smile.

Once he reached her, she set her hands on his chest, and his arms went around her waist. "I never worry about being without a partner," she smiled up at him tenderly, touched that she never had to go in search of or wait for him.

"Of course not," he smiled with a furrowed brow, confused why she even thought he might not be there. "Do you prefer to go with one of your friends?"

"No," she beamed, her heart melting even further when she saw he was baffled by her appreciation of him. "Show me how to sled, husband," she grinned, her eyes radiant.

He led her on his arm over to where the winter fairies were crafting sleds on the edge of the hill. "Who says I'm good at sledding?" he chuckled.

"Something tells me crafting is where your heart lies," she smiled, anxious to see him use his talents that she rarely had the opportunity to witness.

"The other fairies practice much more than I," he warned and then dropped to his knees.

"Ah, but the Lord of Winter doesn't need to practice," she replied proudly.

With a shake of his head and a smile, he scooped up a handful of snow that grew under his command, taking shape in the form of what resembled a beautiful canoe so thin she could look through it. He froze the snow into ice, and made it strong but as light as air.

She cocked her head, curious as to his logic as she watched him freeze it with a thin layer of ice. The other fairies were crafting sleds and sleighs, much larger and made out of snow/frost, and he was crafting the boat with runners.

Kneeling beside him, she watched the ice creeping across the boat in breathtaking swirls and patterns. It was the most intricate design she had ever seen, putting her intricate frosts on windowpanes to shame. Glancing at him, she saw the deep concentration in his eyes as he worked.

"Milori, it's beautiful," she said in awe when they climbed in, all of the fairies almost ready to begin the race.

He settled her in front of him and then climbed in behind her, tucking them in together tight.

"Why a canoe?" she asked over her shoulder and leaned her back against his chest to look up at him.

He pecked a kiss on her lips and smiled. "Watch."

"Ready. Set. Go!" Gliss called.

The two dozen teams took off, dropping down the long hill in what Clarion thought would be a short race.

The fairies on the sidelines were cheering like wild, but it was the winter fairies who were screaming with excitement.

Milori's arm wrapped around her tight, and her wings were tucked down inside her coat to stay protected. She squeaked in surprise when they hit a slight bump half way down the hill, sending them airborne just a bit. But they never touched the ground again.

She looked over the edge, scared why they were getting farther from the ground, and worried they would drop and crash at any minute. And then she looked down over the edge to see Milori's hand out and ice forming under them as they rode the air, a bridge being created behind them. Looking over at the other participants, she saw those winter fairies doing the same thing.

The boat was as light and thin as air it felt like they were flying. He took her up as high as he dared without risking her getting hurt if they fell. If they did, he could create a fluffy snow pile to catch them. The brisk wind licked over his face and tugged at his hair. When Clarion laughed with joy, he smiled and let his heart dance. For centuries he had been trapped with a bird or the ground under him, but this time there was almost nothing. He closed his eyes in exhilaration and threw his head back, welcoming the wind. Clarion's laughter filled his heart, bringing back memories of carrying her through the stars in his arms before his wing had broken. They soared through the air as he hadn't done in three hundred years, with Clarion in his arms. He was free.