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Chapter 29 – Armies Battle
Alania didn't know how or when exactly she first heard it, but it was clear not long after Legolas left that battle had begun. It had started as a buzz or a soft roar and soon increased to drown almost all ability to think. After the warriors had left to fight, the remaining volunteers of older folk and women who had stayed behind to help behind the lines quickly organized areas and supplies for the injured. It hadn't felt as even five minutes had passed from when they all began to when the first injury had come in. At that time the sound of battle had begun to increase incrementally, though Alania hadn't thought it could have gotten louder. To Alania it sounded like a very large angry mob in a riot combined with a speeding freight train and the largest active construction site ever. If one would attempt to be very still, one could just barely make out each separate noise within the cacophony of sound. Alania tried it briefly and paled when she realized she could hear the sounds of men and beasts screaming and the swinging of swords.
Early in the battle, Roxy had escaped to a turret to watch the scene in the dark of night. She had come back visibly shaken and pale. When Alania had attempted to go out later, Roxy physically restrained her and said "Don't. Just stay here… You don't want to see this."
The stream of injuries started to come hard and fast, each seemingly worse than the previous. The volunteers did what they could to help, but soon Aerdin insisted on triaging the injured. He put Roxy in charge of it, and asked Alania to join him on a turret. There was no way Roxy could have stopped her from going, though she did warn her.
As Alania and Aerdin climbed the stairs, the sounds became that much louder as fewer and fewer walls blocked the noise out. Once on the balcony, the grisly scene unfolded. Fire everywhere, flaming arrows shot from every direction, non-stop movement from both sides and the occasional exploding cocktail being tossed causing bodies to burn. It was impossible to tell if anyone was winning. They were far away enough from the front lines for safety, but close enough to be able to see that there were bodies strewn all over.
Nothing Alania had ever seen had prepared her for this. She had seen her share of grisly street living and more than enough gory movies, but this was almost too much for her senses. She was shocked numb. No wonder Roxy had tried to prevent her from seeing it. Seeing the injured and dying was hard, but there was no recovering from the images being burned into her brain from the battle. Her thoughts quickly focused on Legolas and she felt panic start to rise from her stomach. Unconsciously she began to inch backwards with an urge to fly to his side. Aerdin caught her wrist before she could move off the balcony.
He forced her to meet his eyes, making her focus on something other than the carnage. In them Alania saw a hardness that she had always suspected he carried but hadn't seen until now. He was almost terrifying to behold. Now she understood what Legolas had been talking about when he spoke of Aerdin's grandfather and how his line would carry that quality. Before her no longer stood a man and her friend, but a king.
"I am leaving to join my men when we go back downstairs. You will not, under any circumstances, follow unless it is with Gandalf's approval. Do I make myself clear Alania?" he asked.
She nodded in response. Seeing her come to her senses, he took advantage of the situation they were in. He would do this only one other time after this. Putting a hand behind her neck pulling her to him, he leaned down and said "Forgive me, I cannot help myself" as he gave her a quick hard kiss.
Almost as soon as it started it ended. Alania barely had time to respond, never mind absorb what was behind it. It had been on his mind to do for the months she had been in his company, and he wanted to taste her lips before possible death. Knowing he acted only because he headed into the fight, she understood subconsciously that it was not meant to signify that he had further intentions nor would he stand between her and the elf.
Together they headed back down and Alania stood by his side in silence as he gathered his armor and weapons. Watching as he walked to the door, she was overpowered with an emotion she hadn't allowed herself to realize. Knowing that he may not return, she called out to him. As he turned back to her, she ran to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a proper kiss. Allowing it to linger only a fraction longer than the one outside, Alania pulled away and said "There is nothing to forgive your highness. Keep safe and good luck."
Roxy had witnessed the kiss and saw the concern in her friend's eyes as she returned to help the injured. When Alania met her gaze, Roxy only smiled at her friend with understanding. There was too much happening too fast, and there was a tangible feeling in air of imminent death. With all the hurt and dying around them, and after witnessing the battle itself, it was near to impossible to maintain any kind of control or rationalization of raw emotion. What Alania and Aerdin shared was a relationship saturated with love and friendship. Both knew that had Alania met Aerdin before she had met Legolas, the two would be together. Neither would ever act on it. Aerdin due to his admiration for both the elf and the woman; Alania because of her intense love and respect for the elf. Therefore, their feelings for each other were kept tightly shut and only surfaced now that a permanent separation was dangerously possible. Roxy knew better than to discuss it or even mention it to Alania. Somehow Roxy also knew that if it was ever disclosed, Legolas would only be upset for a short time. In the end he would understand that they shared an undeniable connection, much like his connection to his old departed friend Gimli.
The hours to dawn passed both with incredible speed and agonizing sluggishness. While the women were working, triaging the warriors, stitching the wounds, applying bandages, they saw more than anyone's fair share of young men die as they held their hands murmuring words of comfort. It seemed the night would never end, and yet all at once the dawn came and the sounds of battle faded. Knowing it would continue later that night, Roxy and Alania did their best to get news of their loved ones while they cared for those in their presence.
Both women caught only a few hours of sleep at separate times, and could barely stomach to eat anything as they forced some food down their throats. Their concern was to keep their energy up for those in their care.
Three days passed this way. And as more and more bodies filled the keep's rooms and hallways, Roxy and Alania felt terror with each new person brought in. Neither were sure if it was a good sign that no one they were close to came in with an injury. It was possible that they had been killed and their bodies still out there.
Alania was beginning to feel as if her nerves were being pulled to their breaking point. She had never been one to sit and wait for an outcome. She began to feel the need to act. Sensing her need, Gandalf pulled her aside the early afternoon after the third night of battle.
"You are doing what you need to do. You ARE helping Alania. Do not think you do nothing. I have watched you all this time. It is amazing how you calm those closest to death. Your words and actions here do you credit. Tell me why you feel you need to do more" said Gandalf.
Wringing her hands, she replied "I feel as though I helped bring this upon the city by bringing the manuscripts here. Had I known this would happen and so many would be hurt and killed I would have never agreed to this plan."
"I know you feel this way. Do you think I am immune to these thoughts myself? After all, they are my manuscripts. But you must remember that all who are involved act of their own volition. They choose to fight Alania. And even if we had not come, Malficent would still be a problem to Aerdin and his people. His lands border Mordor, and so long as there is evil there, Gondor and its people will have to deal with it."
"But Gandalf, all this to lure Malficent... Three nights of this bloodshed and no sign of him. What if he chooses to not come? What then?"
"Then we will find another solution. What else is there?" he asked pointedly. It seemed he was looking for something from her.
Alania frowned at his answer. She grew irritated and then angry to finally furious at the old wizard. Lashing out at him she spat "What good is a powerful wizard who will not even use his magic to help those who are helping him? How dare you use these people as pawns, only to throw them away when the outcome you want does not come about? Who the hell do you think you are? Well, if you want to sit on your ass and do nothing while all these people put themselves on the line for you then you go right ahead. I, for one, am tired of sitting around doing nothing but watch the hurt cry in pain and others die in agony."
Gandalf lowered his head to hide his smile. He had been waiting for her to get angry. She knew perfectly well that he would not use his magic unless he absolutely had to. It was common knowledge that there are dire consequences to using magic, and he would hold off until he absolutely had no other means at his disposal. He had taught her well and knew she was a brilliant tactician. In her anger she would find a method to lure Malficent out here.
Pacing now, Alania ranted some more until finally taking a breath to think. Rubbing her forehead in frustration and anger at everything going on around her, a hundred thoughts ran through her head. The sounds of battle, the looks of the injured as they were treated, watching a young man barely in his twenties die from a poisoned arrow, the panic she felt momentarily with every new body brought before her, the sweat and toil of her fellow volunteers, the agony on Roxy's face every time she sat with the dying, her fear for Legolas and Aerdin. Strangely though, the most prevalent thought racing in her head was how much she wanted to be done with it. How much she wanted to go home and choreograph a video shoot, eat a pizza and do a million other everyday things. And the only thing in her way was Malficent. Turning her fury at this enemy, she felt her mind turn towards finding a solution to 'The Malficent Problem'. Surely there was some way to lure him out of Mordor and end the fighting.
Stopping dead in her pacing, a solution hit her. Running to her rooms, she ignored Gandalf's calling after her. Ripping the manuscripts out of her pack, Alania opened up to a random page and ripped a half of a sheet out of it. She flipped randomly and did this several more times. She tore out half pages lengthwise, so that one could tell what they were but couldn't actually use them for anything. Finding blank sheets of parchment she hurriedly scribbled the same note on each sheet. Collecting the notes and pages and grabbing her weapons, she ran downstairs and hurriedly found Gandalf. She had made a promise to Aerdin and she would keep it. "I need your permission to leave the keep, Gandalf. I think I have found our solution" she said.
Gandalf was intrigued, but asked no questions. He saw the papers in her hands and had an idea of what her plan was. He had barely given her his nod when she flew to the doors. At the stables she managed to saddle a horse in minutes and was galloping to the front lines at breakneck speeds.
The scene at the first gate of the city was far worse than she had imagined. Never would she look at violent movies in the same light. Even the most vicious and graphic was laughable compared to the sight before her. Doing her best to block as much of the vision out of her mind, she focused on finding an elf. Any elf. She needed their keen eyesight.
Finding a captain that had been in the hall when she was making the cocktails, she attempted to enlist his help in finding an elf. His shock at seeing her there made him stubborn and insolent. He insisted that she leave at once and called for two of his men to escort her back to the keep. He believed she had no place on the battle field.
Seeing his idiocy and two guards approaching her, she pulled her sword on him and said "If you will not help me, then just walk away for I will not be deterred in my quest. Do not stand in my way and make me take down someone who is not my enemy."
Threatened within an inch of his life, the captain finally saw her determination and sent a call up within his troops. Alania thanked him and asked him to help her tie the pages and notes she had brought with her to arrows. These arrows were to be flagged so that they would be seen and read.
Incredibly quickly Elrohir approached. He was astonished that Alania was here. Knowing that Legolas would likely go ballistic if her saw her, he hurried to her side to inquire about her presence. When he discovered her purpose, he nodded and grabbed the arrows she had prepared. Slowly he shot all five arrows directly into the enemies camp; close enough to the troops, but not aiming for bodies. They were meant to be noticed and at dusk when the enemy became active again, hopefully they would be. As Elrohir fired the last arrow, Aerdin approached. He had been informed of Alania's presence and was livid.
"What are you doing here?! I expressly told you not to come? How dare you disobey me?" he asked vehemently.
"I did not Aerdin. You told me I couldn't come unless I had Gandalf's permission, which I got before I left. Stop worrying. I have no intentions of staying. I don't know how you do it. How you can stay. There was something I needed to do. Elrohir will explain. I am need back with the injured" she replied and left directly following her explanation.
Aerdin watched her go, mouth agape. He wasn't the only one. All who had witnessed her arrival, her command of the situation and her departure were awed. None of them could know how she was quaking on the inside and how affected she was by what she had seen. All the men knew was that she had a drive and will stronger than some of the greatest warriors of legend; though she would never think so.
Elrohir quickly dispersed the crowd, concerned that Legolas would get wind of it. As Elrohir returned to his original post, he saw Legolas waiting for him. Legolas merely asked what had happened. When Elrohir explained, Legolas nodded and then inquired about Alania's well-being. Elrohir answered all his questions and was astonished when Legolas smiled when he was through.
"Are you not angry Legolas?" asked Elrohir incredulously.
"Why should I be? It is not as though I had any control over her actions. Further she had no intentions of staying. Her timing could not have been better, as the enemy is at rest. She is not stupid Elrohir. If anything I am beginning to believe as Gandalf does. She and Roxy may be the key to defeating Malficent. I trust her. I trust her judgment. I foolishly did not for a little while, and I almost lost her for it. I will not make the same mistake twice" he replied.
Elrohir stared at his back as Legolas walked away to prepare for the night. Then he smiled as he realized that theirs was a love that songs would be written about and sung for ages by the elves.
Entering the keep once more, Alania sought out Gandalf to update him. Simply, the notes accompanying the pages of manuscript said that if Malficent wanted the manuscripts he would have to call off his armies and come for them himself or the manuscripts would be destroyed within a fortnight. Surprising everyone except Gandalf, the armies were quickly ordered to hold their positions and not fire another arrow. It seemed Malficent had received Alania's message.
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A/N: Wow. Was this chapter ever so difficult to write. The funny thing is that as soon as I had gotten about a page onto paper and got a glass of wine in me, the words just flowed. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review. Thanks!
Chapter 29 – Armies Battle
Alania didn't know how or when exactly she first heard it, but it was clear not long after Legolas left that battle had begun. It had started as a buzz or a soft roar and soon increased to drown almost all ability to think. After the warriors had left to fight, the remaining volunteers of older folk and women who had stayed behind to help behind the lines quickly organized areas and supplies for the injured. It hadn't felt as even five minutes had passed from when they all began to when the first injury had come in. At that time the sound of battle had begun to increase incrementally, though Alania hadn't thought it could have gotten louder. To Alania it sounded like a very large angry mob in a riot combined with a speeding freight train and the largest active construction site ever. If one would attempt to be very still, one could just barely make out each separate noise within the cacophony of sound. Alania tried it briefly and paled when she realized she could hear the sounds of men and beasts screaming and the swinging of swords.
Early in the battle, Roxy had escaped to a turret to watch the scene in the dark of night. She had come back visibly shaken and pale. When Alania had attempted to go out later, Roxy physically restrained her and said "Don't. Just stay here… You don't want to see this."
The stream of injuries started to come hard and fast, each seemingly worse than the previous. The volunteers did what they could to help, but soon Aerdin insisted on triaging the injured. He put Roxy in charge of it, and asked Alania to join him on a turret. There was no way Roxy could have stopped her from going, though she did warn her.
As Alania and Aerdin climbed the stairs, the sounds became that much louder as fewer and fewer walls blocked the noise out. Once on the balcony, the grisly scene unfolded. Fire everywhere, flaming arrows shot from every direction, non-stop movement from both sides and the occasional exploding cocktail being tossed causing bodies to burn. It was impossible to tell if anyone was winning. They were far away enough from the front lines for safety, but close enough to be able to see that there were bodies strewn all over.
Nothing Alania had ever seen had prepared her for this. She had seen her share of grisly street living and more than enough gory movies, but this was almost too much for her senses. She was shocked numb. No wonder Roxy had tried to prevent her from seeing it. Seeing the injured and dying was hard, but there was no recovering from the images being burned into her brain from the battle. Her thoughts quickly focused on Legolas and she felt panic start to rise from her stomach. Unconsciously she began to inch backwards with an urge to fly to his side. Aerdin caught her wrist before she could move off the balcony.
He forced her to meet his eyes, making her focus on something other than the carnage. In them Alania saw a hardness that she had always suspected he carried but hadn't seen until now. He was almost terrifying to behold. Now she understood what Legolas had been talking about when he spoke of Aerdin's grandfather and how his line would carry that quality. Before her no longer stood a man and her friend, but a king.
"I am leaving to join my men when we go back downstairs. You will not, under any circumstances, follow unless it is with Gandalf's approval. Do I make myself clear Alania?" he asked.
She nodded in response. Seeing her come to her senses, he took advantage of the situation they were in. He would do this only one other time after this. Putting a hand behind her neck pulling her to him, he leaned down and said "Forgive me, I cannot help myself" as he gave her a quick hard kiss.
Almost as soon as it started it ended. Alania barely had time to respond, never mind absorb what was behind it. It had been on his mind to do for the months she had been in his company, and he wanted to taste her lips before possible death. Knowing he acted only because he headed into the fight, she understood subconsciously that it was not meant to signify that he had further intentions nor would he stand between her and the elf.
Together they headed back down and Alania stood by his side in silence as he gathered his armor and weapons. Watching as he walked to the door, she was overpowered with an emotion she hadn't allowed herself to realize. Knowing that he may not return, she called out to him. As he turned back to her, she ran to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a proper kiss. Allowing it to linger only a fraction longer than the one outside, Alania pulled away and said "There is nothing to forgive your highness. Keep safe and good luck."
Roxy had witnessed the kiss and saw the concern in her friend's eyes as she returned to help the injured. When Alania met her gaze, Roxy only smiled at her friend with understanding. There was too much happening too fast, and there was a tangible feeling in air of imminent death. With all the hurt and dying around them, and after witnessing the battle itself, it was near to impossible to maintain any kind of control or rationalization of raw emotion. What Alania and Aerdin shared was a relationship saturated with love and friendship. Both knew that had Alania met Aerdin before she had met Legolas, the two would be together. Neither would ever act on it. Aerdin due to his admiration for both the elf and the woman; Alania because of her intense love and respect for the elf. Therefore, their feelings for each other were kept tightly shut and only surfaced now that a permanent separation was dangerously possible. Roxy knew better than to discuss it or even mention it to Alania. Somehow Roxy also knew that if it was ever disclosed, Legolas would only be upset for a short time. In the end he would understand that they shared an undeniable connection, much like his connection to his old departed friend Gimli.
The hours to dawn passed both with incredible speed and agonizing sluggishness. While the women were working, triaging the warriors, stitching the wounds, applying bandages, they saw more than anyone's fair share of young men die as they held their hands murmuring words of comfort. It seemed the night would never end, and yet all at once the dawn came and the sounds of battle faded. Knowing it would continue later that night, Roxy and Alania did their best to get news of their loved ones while they cared for those in their presence.
Both women caught only a few hours of sleep at separate times, and could barely stomach to eat anything as they forced some food down their throats. Their concern was to keep their energy up for those in their care.
Three days passed this way. And as more and more bodies filled the keep's rooms and hallways, Roxy and Alania felt terror with each new person brought in. Neither were sure if it was a good sign that no one they were close to came in with an injury. It was possible that they had been killed and their bodies still out there.
Alania was beginning to feel as if her nerves were being pulled to their breaking point. She had never been one to sit and wait for an outcome. She began to feel the need to act. Sensing her need, Gandalf pulled her aside the early afternoon after the third night of battle.
"You are doing what you need to do. You ARE helping Alania. Do not think you do nothing. I have watched you all this time. It is amazing how you calm those closest to death. Your words and actions here do you credit. Tell me why you feel you need to do more" said Gandalf.
Wringing her hands, she replied "I feel as though I helped bring this upon the city by bringing the manuscripts here. Had I known this would happen and so many would be hurt and killed I would have never agreed to this plan."
"I know you feel this way. Do you think I am immune to these thoughts myself? After all, they are my manuscripts. But you must remember that all who are involved act of their own volition. They choose to fight Alania. And even if we had not come, Malficent would still be a problem to Aerdin and his people. His lands border Mordor, and so long as there is evil there, Gondor and its people will have to deal with it."
"But Gandalf, all this to lure Malficent... Three nights of this bloodshed and no sign of him. What if he chooses to not come? What then?"
"Then we will find another solution. What else is there?" he asked pointedly. It seemed he was looking for something from her.
Alania frowned at his answer. She grew irritated and then angry to finally furious at the old wizard. Lashing out at him she spat "What good is a powerful wizard who will not even use his magic to help those who are helping him? How dare you use these people as pawns, only to throw them away when the outcome you want does not come about? Who the hell do you think you are? Well, if you want to sit on your ass and do nothing while all these people put themselves on the line for you then you go right ahead. I, for one, am tired of sitting around doing nothing but watch the hurt cry in pain and others die in agony."
Gandalf lowered his head to hide his smile. He had been waiting for her to get angry. She knew perfectly well that he would not use his magic unless he absolutely had to. It was common knowledge that there are dire consequences to using magic, and he would hold off until he absolutely had no other means at his disposal. He had taught her well and knew she was a brilliant tactician. In her anger she would find a method to lure Malficent out here.
Pacing now, Alania ranted some more until finally taking a breath to think. Rubbing her forehead in frustration and anger at everything going on around her, a hundred thoughts ran through her head. The sounds of battle, the looks of the injured as they were treated, watching a young man barely in his twenties die from a poisoned arrow, the panic she felt momentarily with every new body brought before her, the sweat and toil of her fellow volunteers, the agony on Roxy's face every time she sat with the dying, her fear for Legolas and Aerdin. Strangely though, the most prevalent thought racing in her head was how much she wanted to be done with it. How much she wanted to go home and choreograph a video shoot, eat a pizza and do a million other everyday things. And the only thing in her way was Malficent. Turning her fury at this enemy, she felt her mind turn towards finding a solution to 'The Malficent Problem'. Surely there was some way to lure him out of Mordor and end the fighting.
Stopping dead in her pacing, a solution hit her. Running to her rooms, she ignored Gandalf's calling after her. Ripping the manuscripts out of her pack, Alania opened up to a random page and ripped a half of a sheet out of it. She flipped randomly and did this several more times. She tore out half pages lengthwise, so that one could tell what they were but couldn't actually use them for anything. Finding blank sheets of parchment she hurriedly scribbled the same note on each sheet. Collecting the notes and pages and grabbing her weapons, she ran downstairs and hurriedly found Gandalf. She had made a promise to Aerdin and she would keep it. "I need your permission to leave the keep, Gandalf. I think I have found our solution" she said.
Gandalf was intrigued, but asked no questions. He saw the papers in her hands and had an idea of what her plan was. He had barely given her his nod when she flew to the doors. At the stables she managed to saddle a horse in minutes and was galloping to the front lines at breakneck speeds.
The scene at the first gate of the city was far worse than she had imagined. Never would she look at violent movies in the same light. Even the most vicious and graphic was laughable compared to the sight before her. Doing her best to block as much of the vision out of her mind, she focused on finding an elf. Any elf. She needed their keen eyesight.
Finding a captain that had been in the hall when she was making the cocktails, she attempted to enlist his help in finding an elf. His shock at seeing her there made him stubborn and insolent. He insisted that she leave at once and called for two of his men to escort her back to the keep. He believed she had no place on the battle field.
Seeing his idiocy and two guards approaching her, she pulled her sword on him and said "If you will not help me, then just walk away for I will not be deterred in my quest. Do not stand in my way and make me take down someone who is not my enemy."
Threatened within an inch of his life, the captain finally saw her determination and sent a call up within his troops. Alania thanked him and asked him to help her tie the pages and notes she had brought with her to arrows. These arrows were to be flagged so that they would be seen and read.
Incredibly quickly Elrohir approached. He was astonished that Alania was here. Knowing that Legolas would likely go ballistic if her saw her, he hurried to her side to inquire about her presence. When he discovered her purpose, he nodded and grabbed the arrows she had prepared. Slowly he shot all five arrows directly into the enemies camp; close enough to the troops, but not aiming for bodies. They were meant to be noticed and at dusk when the enemy became active again, hopefully they would be. As Elrohir fired the last arrow, Aerdin approached. He had been informed of Alania's presence and was livid.
"What are you doing here?! I expressly told you not to come? How dare you disobey me?" he asked vehemently.
"I did not Aerdin. You told me I couldn't come unless I had Gandalf's permission, which I got before I left. Stop worrying. I have no intentions of staying. I don't know how you do it. How you can stay. There was something I needed to do. Elrohir will explain. I am need back with the injured" she replied and left directly following her explanation.
Aerdin watched her go, mouth agape. He wasn't the only one. All who had witnessed her arrival, her command of the situation and her departure were awed. None of them could know how she was quaking on the inside and how affected she was by what she had seen. All the men knew was that she had a drive and will stronger than some of the greatest warriors of legend; though she would never think so.
Elrohir quickly dispersed the crowd, concerned that Legolas would get wind of it. As Elrohir returned to his original post, he saw Legolas waiting for him. Legolas merely asked what had happened. When Elrohir explained, Legolas nodded and then inquired about Alania's well-being. Elrohir answered all his questions and was astonished when Legolas smiled when he was through.
"Are you not angry Legolas?" asked Elrohir incredulously.
"Why should I be? It is not as though I had any control over her actions. Further she had no intentions of staying. Her timing could not have been better, as the enemy is at rest. She is not stupid Elrohir. If anything I am beginning to believe as Gandalf does. She and Roxy may be the key to defeating Malficent. I trust her. I trust her judgment. I foolishly did not for a little while, and I almost lost her for it. I will not make the same mistake twice" he replied.
Elrohir stared at his back as Legolas walked away to prepare for the night. Then he smiled as he realized that theirs was a love that songs would be written about and sung for ages by the elves.
Entering the keep once more, Alania sought out Gandalf to update him. Simply, the notes accompanying the pages of manuscript said that if Malficent wanted the manuscripts he would have to call off his armies and come for them himself or the manuscripts would be destroyed within a fortnight. Surprising everyone except Gandalf, the armies were quickly ordered to hold their positions and not fire another arrow. It seemed Malficent had received Alania's message.
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A/N: Wow. Was this chapter ever so difficult to write. The funny thing is that as soon as I had gotten about a page onto paper and got a glass of wine in me, the words just flowed. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review. Thanks!