Author's Note: Arg, writing all these A/J fics is really getting to me. But I am STILL an A/G fan! So I decided to continue this story as a reviewer suggested, going from the end of Lioness Rampant to the beginning of Wild Magic. And go me - I wrote in another section! That makes 5 different sections! {This new one is for the Lord of the Rings, which was an excellent movie, by the way.}
Thank you for your reviews! :)
Ocean sunlight streamed through the recently replaced stained glass windows of the master bedroom of Pirate's Swoop. George Cooper, resident Baron and former King of Thieves, grumbled as the light hit his eyes. Rolling over, he pulled the covers over his head, dragging the lady who lie beside him with him. Soft, sleepy giggles could be heard as she woke to find herself in bed with her fiancé. Pulling back the covers, she stretched and ran fingers through her coppery hair.
George sat up, grinning, and again pulled his lady into his strong, tan arms. She gazed up into his face lovingly, blowing him a kiss. George lowered his head and met her soft lips with his.
Stretching again and lying back on the bed, George nuzzled the Lioness, the lady who had promised her "hand" to him a few weeks earlier. Alanna, the first Lady Knight in Tortall of the age, kissed him and sighed contentedly.
"So when do we start plannin'?" asked George, caressing her smooth neck. She smiled at him and closed her eyes.
"No idea. I've no idea of what a wedding needs," she admitted, wiggling her toes.
The ex-thief frowned in thought. "Nor do I," he declared. "But I know someone who must!"
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Alanna and George left at dawn the next day, set for the royal palace in Corus. George had suggested they ask for Thayet's help, and Alanna couldn't agree more. Thayet, the new Queen of Tortall, was an intelligent, thoughtful, and clever ruler, not to mention one of Alanna's best friends. The Lioness was sure that she'd have plenty of suggestions.
Along the shoreline, their mounts kicking up sand, Alanna and George raced in the morning sunshine. All day they pressed their horses to keep moving so that they would reach the palace sooner. By late evening, both horses were exhausted and they decided to make camp.
Starting a fire with her Gift, Alanna rummaged through their supplies, looking for the food they had packed. She set to cooking it and left it roasting while she went to check on the horses.
Moonlight, her flaxen war horse, and Beauty, George's bay mare, grazed peacefully in the dusk silence. George had already groomed and fed them their oats and had untethered them so they could feed on the soft meadow grass. She leaned against her mare, who nickered softly.
The sudden smell of something burning and a yelp brought Alanna back to her senses. She turned and crashed through the greenery and found George trying to stamp out something engulfed in flames. It had spread to George's shoe and he was dancing around frantically, trying to put it out.
Despite the fact she loved and cared for him, Alanna found this hilariously funny. Dropping to the ground, she howled in laughter as George jumped around the fire, still trying to put out his shoe and the object.
"Get up and help me!" bellowed George, shaking his foot fervently. Alanna ceased her giggles and grabbed the bucket of water at the edge of their campsite. Tossing it over George, the fires went out.
Smoke invaded the clearing from the newly put out fire. She coughed and tried to wave it away. "George?" she coughed, not seeing anything in the dark of night with the fire put out. "George?!"
"Right here, lass. And thanks for all the great help," George said sarcastically. He was sitting on a nearby log, nursing his burned foot.
Alanna couldn't help cracking a smile and went to examine what had started the shoe burning experience. Her broad smile faded as she realized, poking it with her new sword, that it was the mutton she had been roasting. It lay blackened in the soft dirt, still slightly smoldering.
She returned and sat next to George, who was in as foul a mood as any. "Some cook I am," she muttered, indicating the burned meat. She sighed. "I'm sorry, George, and I'm sorry for laughing," she said softly, meeting his warm hazel eyes sincerely. He smiled and cupped her face with one strong hand and kissed her.
"Only an accident," he assured her, hugging her tightly before using his own magic to rekindle the flames of their original roasting fire. "And don' start wit' the 'what if ye had a proper wife' business either. Come, Alanna, ye know I love you." he smiled and kissed her again. Alanna returned his kiss, smiling herself.
Alanna set to work on nursing George's foot with her healing powers. George winced slightly when she touched it, but soon smiled as his foot began to feel better.
Stars appeared in the cobalt sky as the two lovers settled in their bedroll. Alanna snuggled up to him sleepily. "George, what's next?" she asked dreamily, kissing his neck softly.
The former thief smiled. "First, we're to be married, and what a wonderful occasion I know it'll be! Then, after we've been on more adventures, we'll start a family..."
George described their life together and Alanna shut her eyes, knowing it would be perfect.
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I know that this chapter was kind of....disturbing. More with the wedding soon!
Disclaimer: Alanna, George, and the Tamora Pierce characters belong to Tamora Pierce (like, wow). The plot is mine. MINE, I TELL YOU! MINE!!!
Thank you for your reviews! :)
Ocean sunlight streamed through the recently replaced stained glass windows of the master bedroom of Pirate's Swoop. George Cooper, resident Baron and former King of Thieves, grumbled as the light hit his eyes. Rolling over, he pulled the covers over his head, dragging the lady who lie beside him with him. Soft, sleepy giggles could be heard as she woke to find herself in bed with her fiancé. Pulling back the covers, she stretched and ran fingers through her coppery hair.
George sat up, grinning, and again pulled his lady into his strong, tan arms. She gazed up into his face lovingly, blowing him a kiss. George lowered his head and met her soft lips with his.
Stretching again and lying back on the bed, George nuzzled the Lioness, the lady who had promised her "hand" to him a few weeks earlier. Alanna, the first Lady Knight in Tortall of the age, kissed him and sighed contentedly.
"So when do we start plannin'?" asked George, caressing her smooth neck. She smiled at him and closed her eyes.
"No idea. I've no idea of what a wedding needs," she admitted, wiggling her toes.
The ex-thief frowned in thought. "Nor do I," he declared. "But I know someone who must!"
@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@
Alanna and George left at dawn the next day, set for the royal palace in Corus. George had suggested they ask for Thayet's help, and Alanna couldn't agree more. Thayet, the new Queen of Tortall, was an intelligent, thoughtful, and clever ruler, not to mention one of Alanna's best friends. The Lioness was sure that she'd have plenty of suggestions.
Along the shoreline, their mounts kicking up sand, Alanna and George raced in the morning sunshine. All day they pressed their horses to keep moving so that they would reach the palace sooner. By late evening, both horses were exhausted and they decided to make camp.
Starting a fire with her Gift, Alanna rummaged through their supplies, looking for the food they had packed. She set to cooking it and left it roasting while she went to check on the horses.
Moonlight, her flaxen war horse, and Beauty, George's bay mare, grazed peacefully in the dusk silence. George had already groomed and fed them their oats and had untethered them so they could feed on the soft meadow grass. She leaned against her mare, who nickered softly.
The sudden smell of something burning and a yelp brought Alanna back to her senses. She turned and crashed through the greenery and found George trying to stamp out something engulfed in flames. It had spread to George's shoe and he was dancing around frantically, trying to put it out.
Despite the fact she loved and cared for him, Alanna found this hilariously funny. Dropping to the ground, she howled in laughter as George jumped around the fire, still trying to put out his shoe and the object.
"Get up and help me!" bellowed George, shaking his foot fervently. Alanna ceased her giggles and grabbed the bucket of water at the edge of their campsite. Tossing it over George, the fires went out.
Smoke invaded the clearing from the newly put out fire. She coughed and tried to wave it away. "George?" she coughed, not seeing anything in the dark of night with the fire put out. "George?!"
"Right here, lass. And thanks for all the great help," George said sarcastically. He was sitting on a nearby log, nursing his burned foot.
Alanna couldn't help cracking a smile and went to examine what had started the shoe burning experience. Her broad smile faded as she realized, poking it with her new sword, that it was the mutton she had been roasting. It lay blackened in the soft dirt, still slightly smoldering.
She returned and sat next to George, who was in as foul a mood as any. "Some cook I am," she muttered, indicating the burned meat. She sighed. "I'm sorry, George, and I'm sorry for laughing," she said softly, meeting his warm hazel eyes sincerely. He smiled and cupped her face with one strong hand and kissed her.
"Only an accident," he assured her, hugging her tightly before using his own magic to rekindle the flames of their original roasting fire. "And don' start wit' the 'what if ye had a proper wife' business either. Come, Alanna, ye know I love you." he smiled and kissed her again. Alanna returned his kiss, smiling herself.
Alanna set to work on nursing George's foot with her healing powers. George winced slightly when she touched it, but soon smiled as his foot began to feel better.
Stars appeared in the cobalt sky as the two lovers settled in their bedroll. Alanna snuggled up to him sleepily. "George, what's next?" she asked dreamily, kissing his neck softly.
The former thief smiled. "First, we're to be married, and what a wonderful occasion I know it'll be! Then, after we've been on more adventures, we'll start a family..."
George described their life together and Alanna shut her eyes, knowing it would be perfect.
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I know that this chapter was kind of....disturbing. More with the wedding soon!
Disclaimer: Alanna, George, and the Tamora Pierce characters belong to Tamora Pierce (like, wow). The plot is mine. MINE, I TELL YOU! MINE!!!
