Chapter 9: A Sticky Situation
Confusion. Uncertainty. Doubt.
Staring deeply into the forest green eyes of Ídhaiamrûn, the dragoness felt more conflicted than she ever had in her entire existence. Her breath caught in her throat, unable to breathe for a moment as she felt her body become unnaturally still against her own wishes.
She wasn't stupid. She could easily piece together exactly what the elf meant with what he said. However, even if she could piece together that the one she felt so confused about just told her he loved her, it didn't mean that she fully understood her own feelings on the matter.
She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to react. What she did know is that she didn't want to push him away. She felt something for him, even if she didn't fully understand what that something was yet.
Tired of these confusing emotions spinning around wildly in her mind over the last month, she decided to let her emotions run rampant to try and decide exactly what it was she was dealing with, she shifted a bit and linked eyes with the elf again. Instinct has never let her down before, so why would it now?
Staring intently at the tiny elf below her, she took in a breath, and just… felt.
She wished to grab hold of him and never let go. She wished to wrap him in her coils and protect him from the world. She wanted to feel his soft comforting hand on her armored scales. She wished to listen to his music for as long as he would play for her. She wanted to not allow anyone else to hold his attention as she did. To allow him to soar among the clouds astride her back as no other will. To show him her kingdom above the clouds as they fly free forever.
I… Is… is this love?
She wanted to know. Needed to know.
A strained and exhausted noise came from her elf, causing her to snap out of her emotional tangent. Watching in horror as the now sweating elf slumped against the cave wall roughly, taking in deep breaths in rapid succession.
"Ídhaiamrûn! Are you okay?! What happened?"
The elf shakes his head before looking up to her massive head, now extremely close as she tries to find out exactly what went wrong with the elf.
"I… I don't know. That felt…"
Growling menacingly, her suddenly troubled thoughts immediately snapped to the sickness that she was forced to watch the animal-men succumb to. If her elf contracted something similar, she knew there was nothing she could do to help him.
Thankfully, she knew exactly who could.
Snapping her gaze down to Elrond down below, she tensed her muscles to quickly retrieve the elven healer, but was stopped when her elf spoke up again.
"I felt… you."
Confused, the dragoness tilted her head. Frustratingly enough, her confusion was only met with a bright smile.
"You know too… don't you?"
She didn't. She has never felt anything like this before, so possessive, so sure about something that confused her so much. About something no one had ever taught her.
Unable to respond, she turned her head back to the wagons below.
Studying the elven lords and ladies below, she knew full well they wouldn't take her seriously. Even if they did, how exactly would the conversation go?
Brushing off the idea of asking the elven lords exactly how love felt, she knew she needed to find someone she trusted. She needed someone to talk to openly. Someone who would take her feelings seriously, and who cared about her enough not to lie or distort anything because of her… unique heritage.
I need to talk to Radagast.
Her emotions over the last month have gone completely haywire. This was honestly starting to make her wish that she still had more orcs to chase, as the thrill she got from hunting was far less confusing than this inner turmoil.
Spinning around, she carefully avoided the elf as she went to go collect her treasures. She wished only to take the three that mattered the most to her. She didn't have the time to worry about her modest pile now, unwilling to delay her trip any longer.
She had questions that she needed to ask of her old caretaker… her father…
"We need to leave."
Scraping her horns on the ceiling of her cave loudly in her haste, she didn't pay the jarring sensation much mind as she found the three items she was looking for immediately.
Hearing the soft footsteps of Ídhaiamrûn moving somewhere behind her, she felt a strange sensation in the back of her mind. She knew exactly where the elf was, walking beside her left hind leg but between her folded wing. Switching her gaze, she watched as he appeared right from between her foreleg and wing.
Ignoring the odd sensation, her sharp eyes zeroed in on the pack of supplies he still had on his back. Unwilling to waste any more time, she opened her mouth to ask the question that was on her mind, but the words died before she could fully speak them.
"Could you carry…"
Watching as the elf makes his way over to her prized possessions, moving with a single minded determination. Carefully picking up the objects, he wrapped all three in his traveling blanket carefully before placing them in his pack.
Turning back to The dragoness, he smiled brightly. The glowing blue sapphire from her eyes reflecting in the darkness in his own emerald.
"Of course I can, dear Yúla."
Even with the urgency she now felt, she somehow lost herself in his eyes for a moment. The world seemed so far away in those peaceful few seconds before she shook herself back into reality.
Time to go.
-OtWoF-
Watching in tense anxious silence as the painting was placed into a soft cloth and loaded carefully into the cart, she shifted nervously. The item was the only one of her three treasures that couldn't be safely placed within Ídhaiamrûn's pack.
"~Worry not Morrovalûr, we will guard your treasures as if they were our own family heirlooms.~"
Looking over the few carts filled with both the gifts Elrond gave her and her own hard earned gold, the dragoness felt another bit of discomfort at what they intended to do with it.
After the wondrous yet emotionally confusing conversation with Ídhaiamrûn moments earlier, she wished more than ever to talk with her father. Wanting nothing more than to take to the skies, she knew better than just leave her gold unattended again.
Since her elf was coming with her, it was easy enough to take the easier of the two of her most valued treasures with her, but anxious thoughts about her old nesting falling prey to bandits or thieves or uneven ground within these wooden wheeled contraptions left her uneasy. The feeling didn't last however, as almost like he sensed her discomfort, the comforting weight between her wings shifted and she felt her elf's hand gently placed onto her scales comfortingly.
I can only hope they have safe travels on the road…
It was strange. The more confused and possessive she felt towards Ídhaiamrûn, the more clear her senses seemed to pick up on his presence. His touch on her normally invincible mithril-hard scales was now as clear as could be. She knew exactly where he was at all times, almost like a sixth sense, and that comforted her.
Taking one last look at the wagons, she nodded towards Elrohir.
Or is it Elladan?
Shaking off the confusion, she responded using the elvish she picked up over the years of her stay here.
"~Thank you. I wish you a safe journey… My friends.~"
She wasn't friends with these two, not really. Despite her relatively close relationship with their father, Elrond's younglings did not become a consistent part of her life. She could only hope that the open sentiment might change that. She was always open to new friends after all, even if the vast majority of the time the feelings weren't returned.
Thankfully, a soft smile came up from the elf, showing that her sentiment was received well enough.
Giving the worldly belongings she would be leaving behind one last glance, she readied herself for the journey ahead. Taking in one deep breath, she tensed her hind legs and launched into the skies.
-OtWoF-
Yúla flapped her mighty wings once before leveling out into a glide across the crisp midday sky. Feeling Ídhaiamrûn shifting upon her back to get a better view, she flew freely across Middle Earth with a fang-filled smile on her muzzle.
Yet even through the smile and happiness, she yawned. She has been flying nonstop over mountains and plains for days now. She was exhausting herself, pressing far past what would be considered a casual flight to reach her destination.
I need answers…
The crisp mountain air filled the dragoness's lungs as she soared over the last mountain separating her from the east in the range she now called home. The sky was a deep blue and the range below a snowy white. Sprawled out below her were the plains that separated the misty mountains and the Anduin river. The sun was directly overhead, casting the entire realm below in a heavenly light, reflecting off of the river's rapids in the distance and showing the forest of Lorien to the south.
Feeling her elf shifting on her back, she decided to bank and fly parallel to the mountains. Tilting herself to turn, she was sure that he got a clear view before she returned to her course.
Rather accidentally, she ended up flying directly over the still-open entrance to her new kingdom. Looking at the massive gates that led into Moria, she hesitated on her course for only a moment before shaking her desire to close the doors off.
Even if someone entered, they wouldn't be able to cross the gap I made between the entrance hall and the main city anyway.
Unwilling to stop even for a rest in her own home, she drove herself onward. Cutting the skies as fast as she was able to, the wind deafened her from the world as she pushed the wind itself behind her.
She cared not for a good night's sleep so long as her mind troubled her so. Her home was hers already. Fully securing it could wait.
-OtWoF-
Flying over the vaguely familiar trees of her youth, she spotted a few birds fluttering above the canopy, seemingly just now noticing the terrifying presence in the air above them. Orange and brown leaves scattered to the winds as Yúla beat her wings, creating a torrent of colors as she cut across the low skies in an attempt to find her old home.
She was here, in the first place she remembered. She felt like she was returning home, the forest below showing the old timeless growth from seeds fallen long ago. She thought she might remember some of the old growth or saplings she remembered in her youth overtaking some of the larger trees that were there previously, leading her home, but her searching was in vain.
Examining closer in an attempt to find some clue that would lead her to Rhosgobel, she glances down on the vast ocean of orange leaves that autumn has transformed Greenwood the Great into.
Not so green now it seems…
But yet, even from above the deceptively beautiful cover of the tree canopy, Yúla could tell that there was something wrong underneath the veil of oranges and reds. Something terribly, terribly wrong.
Even with the forest below blocked by the previous season's growth, the dragoness could tell that the forest was sick. Something else about it just seemed far different then she remembered from long ago. It was no longer a forest of seasons and wildlife and wild berries. It had a dark and foreboding atmosphere looming over it, and a magical sense that made her scales crawl and her senses sharp.
This was no longer the forest of her youth. No, now it was a sick and foreboding woods, rank with corruption and darkness.
Well, it would be foreboding, if she wasn't completely sure that nothing within the now corrupted forest could kill her.
Feeling her elf shifting on her back, she knew she couldn't let herself grow too comfortable here. She knew that when she landed, she would need to remain focused on her surroundings.
Flying towards Rhosgobel off of memories half a century old and maps she studied when she was smaller, she eventually had to face one seriously unpleasant fact.
I am hopelessly lost.
Angry with herself for losing her way, she decided to find a clearing and land. She needed to regain her bearings and try to find her way home.
Finding a relatively large clearing, she circled around before landing. Rearing her hind legs back, she cut into the forest ground, gouging out several trenches before she ground to a halt and her forepaws touched the dirt below.
"Have we arrived already?"
Ídhaiamrûn spoke up, shifting a bit on her back in an obvious attempt to dismount, but she stopped him by folding her wings in such a way to trap him astride her.
Studying the surroundings, she finally got a clear glance underneath the autumn leaves. Studying the surroundings, she felt a burning hot rage fill her chest.
The webs were everywhere.
No matter where she looked, she saw that everything beneath the canopy was dead, sucked clean of all life from the spiders she once preyed upon herself. Woods once filled with birdsong and wildlife as far as you could see were now dark and sticky and dead and…
Silent.
It was quiet. Far too quiet to be natural. Even the wind here seemed deadened, unwilling to intrude on the dark world below.
Listening for a few minutes, the only sounds that she heard were the snapping of a twig and the familiar but unwelcome sound of an arachnoid clicking its mouth. It wasn't long before those noises picked up a bit and she could hear soft whispers spoken in a dark and foreboding language around her, seemingly trying to remain hidden from the dragoness's attention while utterly failing to do so.
Debating on what exactly she should do here, her thoughts turned quickly toward the memory of Radagast's hut in the woods. She felt the sickness across the whole of the forest from above, and she just knew that these spiders were a symptom of this… Whatever it was.
If the whole forest is like this, is Rhosgobel even still here? Did he flee from this darkness?
She felt guilty, knowing that if she stayed when she was younger, she could have fought these horrid creatures off. She could have stopped this corruption from taking hold. She could have protected her father from this!
I need to find him.
Snaking her head back, she lowered one of her wings so she could meet the elf's eyes. Finding him looking a bit frustrated at her impromptu imprisonment, she ignored it as she studied him closely. Even as surprise at their surroundings was quickly replaced with disgust and anger, she quickly examined the elf's attire.
He was unarmored, wearing only the winter clothes that were required for long flights over the mountains and through the fall air. He was only armed with a short bow with a few pointed sticks. She couldn't tell if he had a dagger somewhere in his clothing, but she knew that she couldn't risk it even if he did. He was obviously not prepared to fight anything larger than himself.
Looking back to the forest, she studied the terrain carefully. To her immense dismay, she was smaller than the treetops, and more importantly, the webs coating the underneath. If she decided to fight these creatures, she had no doubt that she would prevail, but she knew full well that any sort of assault of this terrain would have every inch her skin crawling with spiders… literally.
The best course of action to clear the forest of these creatures would be to light the forest ablaze. After all, there were no other creatures in the area that would need to be saved. These parasitic monsters have undoubtedly already picked the wilderness clean at this point after all.
Thinking of Radagast's disappointed look and the thought of Ídhaiamrûn dying of smoke inhalation, she scrapped that idea quickly.
With conflagration out, this meant a more physical assault, and while she knew full well that those spiders couldn't pierce even her weak underbelly with their stingers, there was one singular glaring problem with this strategy.
If any of these spiders made their way onto my back, I could not defend him. There are too many angles that they could use in this wretched forest to prevent that outcome, and with only a few arrows and a dagger, leaving my elf to protect himself from an assault from all angles is a risk I am unwilling to take.
Whipping her head back to the skies, she felt a bit bad to leave the forest in such a state, but in the end she couldn't do anything as she was. Spreading her wings, she hesitated for only a moment as Ídhaiamrûn quickly found his spot astride her back once again before leaping clear into the skies.
Thinking of a new strategy to find Rhosgobel, she decided to follow her nose. She knew full well that Radagast, assuming he was still around this part of the woods, would be doing his best to hold off the corruption she just witnessed.
Scenting the air for the least foul and sticky smells, she angled southward as the sweet scent of wild berries cut through spider's webs.
Beating her wings faster, her mind refused to leave the scene she just witnessed. One thought came to mind that infuriated the dragoness.
This realm is under the protection of the woodland elves, is it not? Where is the forest protection? Where are the elven warriors? Where is the woodland king? Does he not care for the wilds of his own kingdom?
That was the entire reason she needed to leave her home so long ago, wasn't it? A force of elven warriors that was so large a threat to her own safety that she needed to flee this place to find safety elsewhere. If they were willing to face her, a grand force of fire and sky, why were they seemingly unwilling to face what is surely a weaker force of webs and traps?
She was determined to find out before the journey's end.
-OtWoF-
There it is!
It wasn't too hard to locate Rhosgobel using the newfound method she came up with. The closer she followed the scent of nature, the cleaner the forest felt. Eventually, after flying for quite some time, the seemingly run down shack in the woods came into view from overhead.
Studying it from overhead, it almost looked as if absolutely nothing changed. She could still see her old dugout beneath the shack, the birdhouses littering seemingly every branch that could hold one, the green and lush forest despite the seasonal pull towards autumn…
Feelings of nostalgia and comfort quickly came to the forefront of her mind, and it wasn't long before she glided down for a landing.
The sound of screeching rodents and terrified birds filled the clearing as she landed, causing the dragoness to let out a sigh of relief. She was immensely glad that the area was free of those wretched spiders, and the soft hum of gentle and familiar magic washing over her scales told her that the wizard was still present.
Not that she could see him.
Looking around more thoroughly from the ground, she found that the terrified screeches of the animals around her was all she could see and hear. The shack was seemingly empty, and the surroundings were unattended.
"Ah yes. This looks much more like the home you described. Less… sticky."
Snorting at the observation that Ídhaiamrûn made, she shifted a bit as she snaked her head forward. Finding herself looking down upon the burrow she used to live in, she caught the sight of a few shiny rocks piled up deep inside.
Her old burrow was so small now. She couldn't even fit her head in it now. Looking down upon it from above, she realized just how different she is now from what she was then.
Sighing, she settled in for a bit of a wait.
If Radagast is absent, it won't be long before he comes home.
"Indeed." She responded as she made a ramp for the elf to dismount. "Though, I don't think I will be able to make use of my old burrow."
Feeling the elf sliding down her wing membrane, she folded the appendage to her side. Watching as the artist made his way between her crossed forepaws, she smiled in fond amusement as he sat down on one of her knuckles.
She watched in calm anticipation as the elf reached into his pack for his harp, but their attention was yanked away as a third voice interrupted them.
"Yúla? Is that you?"
The two snapped their attention to the hut, watching as a familiar brown-garbed wizard opened his flimsy door with a squeak.
Several different rodents took the time to reintroduce themselves to the wilderness around them, scattering out from the opened doorway like a swarm of angry insects. Despite the rare sight, a small bit of familiarity at the situation ran through the dragoness.
It wasn't long before recognition came to the wizard's face when the sapphire eyes of the dragoness met his own, a bright smile quickly replacing the caution that was there previously.
Several emotions quickly filled the dragoness's chest at the sight of her old caretaker. Memories long since pushed aside bubbled to the surface as she smiled brightly at the wizard.
She remembered how he used to comfort her, letting her stay in his own nest to rest next to him during the wet-cold storms. She remembered him teaching her to fly, using the deck on the second floor of the hut to act as a launching pad with his arms outstretched below him, ready to catch her should she fail. She remembered the time she got herself stuck in a blackberry bush, and needed to wait for the wizard to untangle the wretched bush from her horns. She remembered the time she used his house as a scratching post, only to receive an earful and a whack from his staff on her snout. She remembered the lullabies he used to sing, ushering her into a peaceful slumber during the calm nights.
Feeling pure happiness at seeing the wizard unharmed and well caused her tail to swish back and forth behind her, impacting two trees violently and shaking several leaves down to the forest floor.
Sadly, it wasn't long before that pure excitement made way for worry when she saw the tired bags under the old wizard's eyes. His clothes were ragged and torn, and he was absolutely covered in dirt and grime.
Unable to do anything but whimper, the sad sound came from the dragoness's muzzle as her emotions took a turn for the worse.
"Radagast! You look terrible! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
The frantic dragon began to shuffle on her forepaws, unsure of exactly what to do to help. Just like the situation with her animal-men, she knew that there was nothing she could do to care for him should he be actually wounded.
She watched as the wizard's exhausted eyes softened, seemingly losing a weight to them that he was carrying for a long time.
"It's wonderful to see you again, little ember."
Blinking down to her old caretaker, she felt her tense muscles loosen a bit as he began to smile brightly up to her.
Shifting a bit of her weight, she brought her head down to glare at the wizard a bit closer.
"Not so little anymore, I think."
An uproarious laugh came from the wizard, as he leaned on his staff for support.
"No… No I suppose not."
A moment came and went between the two odd family members as she felt her elf making his way off her back. Unwilling to let her familial realization go unsaid, she broke the silence.
"I missed you… Father."
She watched as the word had a far larger impact on the wizard then she thought it might. Sure, she never addressed him as this before, but it truly felt right now that she understood what the word really meant.
"Yúla… I…"
Speechless, the wizard made his way toward her, to which she lowered her head to meet him. The wizard attempted to do his absolute best to hug the dragoness, but sadly he lost the ability to wrap his arms around her neck long ago.
"I missed you too… My daughter." The wizard said through clearly teary eyes.
The two sat like that for a moment, the dragoness staying as still as possible as the brown wizard did his best to compose himself. Thankfully, after a minute or so of this, he finally broke contact and backed up a bit to meet her eyes again.
Studying her closely as he leaned on the tree-branch he called a staff, he came to the very astute observation of, "You've most certainly gotten a bit bigger since last we met… Only a bit though, I think."
It took a second for the dragoness to register what he said, stunned at the idea that such an obvious observation needed to be said aloud. After all, when she left, she was just slightly larger than a horse, and now she was significantly larger than his house.
Snorting a bit of smoke in his direction, she fixed him with as much of a deadpan stare as she could through one of her eyes.
"To me, the world is growing small around me. You wouldn't know how to prevent it from becoming more so, would you?"
The wizard laughed uproariously, finding some sort of amusement in her statement.
"Sadly, I know of no such magic. I am quite sorry to say, however, that considering how large your mother was, I'd say you still have quite a ways to go too."
Unable to fully respond to that, she settles in as she fully relaxes onto the ground.
Bigger? How much more will I need to grow? Will Moria grow too small for me as well!?!
"Le suilon, keeper of the woods. It is an honor to meet you in person."
Radagast became tense at Ídhaiamrûn's words, as the elf introduced himself, drawing both of their attention. The elf was bowing respectful toward the ragged wizard, clearly treating him with as great of respect as he would Lord Elrond.
Sadly, the gesture fell a bit flat when Radagast didn't quite know how to react to the newcomer.
It was obvious how the elf seemingly appeared from in between her claws that the two strange companions knew each other, but it looked like the wizard didn't quite know what to think of this elf. Knowing that she needed to make introductions, she brought her head close to the artist.
"Ídhaiamrûn, this is Radagast, the one who hatched me." Switching her gaze, she met the brown eyes of her father. "Father, this is Ídhaiamrûn, my…"
My what?
Silence reigned supreme as she stopped, as the feeling of panic and uncertainty of what to call him reared its ugly head in her mind again.
Friend was wrong. Companion was wrong. Rider was wrong. She had been calling him her elf in her mind this whole time, but even that felt wrong.
Looking into the deep emerald eyes of the elf, she watched him smile brightly to her. It was a smile he really only ever gave to her, and it made her feel… happy.
Isn't that why I am here?
She opened her mouth to ask the question she was here for, but before she could, Ídhaiamrûn spoke up.
"Friend."
Hearing the word escape from the elf's mouth, she tilts her head at his interjection. The elf appeared unapologetic, simply shrugging his shoulders at the massive sapphire eye looking down upon him.
Despite the honesty of the statement, Yúla couldn't help but feel disappointed at the words once said aloud.
"Friend you say? Good, good!"
Looking up to his draconic adoptive daughter, the wizard looked joyful at the news, but yet the happy look didn't seem to reach his voice fully.
"You have no idea how happy I am that you have found friends…"
Radagast walked over to the nearby elf and began to look him over. Somehow, another pulse of energy similar enough to what she felt back at the council table in the woods, washed through the clearing. Yúla almost didn't sense it, as it seemingly blended into the wilds around them, but it was there unseen in the back of her mind nonetheless.
Yúla noted that she felt this before, a nagging memory from when she was too small to defend herself shoving itself to the front of her mind. It was the same thing she felt when hiding in her den long ago, magic covering the circular forest emulator to shield her from any threats.
"It was always my greatest worry that people would use her for her strength or power for their own gain…"
Now standing in front of her elf, who was now standing a bit too stiffly to be feeling the same magical comfort she was. The two began to have a silent exchange with a confused dragoness looking down on them from above.
The soft chirps of a bird interrupted their strange interaction, gaining the attention of the wizard quickly.
"Yes? What is it?"
Flapping its wings at a blindingly fast speed, the bird communicated the message it came to deliver.
Yúla watched the interaction, idly noting that she still to this day didn't know how the wizard managed to talk to seemingly every creature without a common language between them.
As the bird continued on, the wizard's exhaustion returned in full force.
"More?"
A rustling in the bushes nearby caught all of their attention as several different animals all made their way into the clearing around Rhosgobel.
Examining them, Yúla noted that there were three deer, a few beavers, and a single jungle cat. While there wasn't much that could bring animals like this together, it was rather clear upon first glance why the creatures were here.
All of them had one thing in common: they were all covered in webs and wounded.
"Oh dear! Oh goodness me! Come, come! Into the house, all of you!"
Pure red hot rage at the sight in front of her bubbling up, her thoughts became immediately clouded by her anger.
Where are the elves with the pointed sticks? Where are the warriors so ready to fight me, a creature that is doing no harm? Where is my forest's protection?
"Radagast? Where are the woodland elves? How have they let these creatures spread so far?"
Startled by the rumbling voice from above, Radagast needed a few moments to calm the wounded creatures before he could respond. Holding the small jungle cat in his hands like he would a newborn, he answered with care in his voice.
"It seems as if the woodland elves are locking themselves in their borders to the north. As to why, I do not know."
Gently removing the sticky material from the cat's fur, he spoke a bit softer when he continued.
"It seems Thranduil has left the southern forest to wither and die in the darkness now. Most of these poor creatures have come to me now, and I will not let them down."
The words struck at her heart, as the inferno within her reacted to this outrage. She couldn't let this injustice stand, and she would solve this one way or another.
"No longer."
Unwilling to let this situation stand, she knew just what to do. Placing a wing on the ground in front of Ídhaiamrûn, she almost forcefully placed him on her back before readying herself for another flight.
"Wait Yúla! There are far too many of those dark creatures! You will never get them all!"
But she never planned on attacking the spiders directly. No, the same issues of attacking them with Ífhaiamrûn upon her back were still very much present. She had a much different plan, one that she was sure would at least produce some kind of result.
And if it turns out that I need to slaughter them one by one, the hunt will be all the more glorious!
Launching herself skyward, she shook off the feeling of disappointment. She came here to decide her own feelings on the elf astride her back, but yet she didn't even manage to stay in her old home for more than a few minutes.
Feeling the corruptive embrace of black witchcraft and pungent smell of rancid spider silk returning to the forest below, she knew that her feelings could wait.
Letting loose a ferocious, ear-shattering roar that shook the forest wilderness below before turning herself northward.
-Author's Note-
Hello everyone!
Sadly, this chapter is a bit shorter than I wished it to be, but it seemed like it was a good cut off point for the next little bit… then again, 5600 words for a chapter is really only short for me.
Oh well, I'm weird.
Sorry that Yúla didn't get to decide her seemingly ever changing and strangely reactive feelings on her widdle elf fwend yet, but I like where I am going with this. Who's ready for some Legolas? Some Thranduil!? Some more canon shattering shenanigans?! I think I am!… assuming my seemingly ever present writers block doesn't smack me in the face on this one as hard as it has songbird…
To those that are waiting on songbird, please know I'm sorry about the delay, but MAN these recent chapters have been fighting me hard. Here's hoping for more inspiration later eh?
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