Suilad everyone! :)…:|…:( AAAHHHCK!
*runs and hides behind Grimi-son-of-Grimy* DON'T LET THEM KILL ME! *realized that dwarves body-guard is three feet shorter than her* Oh never mind. *tosses useless dwarf aside, and faces the on-coming reader-mob with strength, valor, bravery-* STOP! WAIT! I didn't MEAN it!!! *…and well, yes, a bit of cowardliness, but hey. She's only human*
Okay, okay. *gets smacked in the face by a tree-branch* SARAH! I am trying to talk. ;) Well, I am SO glad that you guys…eh…read it. Despite the nasty ending. :) Because you all are SO long-suffering for me, I got a TON of reviews from you guys. THANK YOU!!! :) But also due to this, I have decided that on my responses to each of you, I'm going to write your name in italic rather than BOLD, so you can spot your own response easily, and don't have to read through ALL of these.
For example:
Sorry about that mix-up, Karri.
You get it. You're smart people. ;) OKAY!
Sorry about that mix-up, Karri. ;) I accidentally posted the wrong chapter at first. But I think it's fine now. At least…I hope. Though, missing that ending probably isn't a bad thing. :D
Ditto for what I said to Karri, JRRrox. Sorry about that. I'm glad you're enjoying the story! And NO, no, no, no, no, no. NO evil "S" words. Huh-uh. No way. ;)
Oh MAN! I'd love to answer your questions, None, but as you said. No-can-do. *sigh* But you WILL find everything out in time, that I promise. :)
*backs away from Myfanwy, and her ff.net Rule Book* Now, now, be reasonable. Besides, I DO get this from Cassia, as you've said, so you shouldn't- well, okay, and I am evil -but you STILL shouldn't blame it all on me! ;) And there won't be any more cliffies, okay? Uh…*realizes she just told a fib, and tacks an M onto previous adj.* There won't be MANY more cliffies, okay? :D…
Now, now, Elwen. It's dangerous to play with sharp objects. Take our next chapter for example…bet yet, don't! ;) I won't hurt Estel TOO bad. I value my life, and I'll have you AND Lina Skye to deal with, if I touch him more than once. Better not breath on him either. ;)
Hm. Yes, chrisalin, I've heard that cliffies can drive one to insanity. Why do I still do it? Well, as Myfanwy has so courteously pointed out, I'm just plain evil that way. ;)
Yes, Siri, I'm SORRY. Okay? GET OFF MY CASE UM NOSENARI! And thank you for the feedback, maer Narandune…hm…I'm somewhere between smacking you over the head and giving you heart-shaped chocolates so you keep reading. It seems my mission is on the edge of a knife. "Stray but a little, and I will fail to-" the ruin of me, my life, my limb, and my cat. And possibly my laptop. Ooh. That REALLY hurts. Sorry, Zoe. :P Well, Shmallow, I can't decide whether you liked the post or not. But, I think you did. Or at least you'll read the next part under protest. ;)
Hey melodie! Glad you liked it! :)
Quentech Sindarin, Astaldocalwen! :) Haro dad and WRITE?! Now why would I want to do a thing like that…well, I mean besides the hungry mob waiting at my door for chapter 3. ;) And, well, I know that I'm posting 2.*6*.03, but who exactly is perfect? :D Hantach i iirima nanquenie! (I can translate in the next chapter, if you'd like. :)
Legolas' swe- erm -Ithilden! ;) I'm SO glad to see you! I was afraid you wouldn't show up, and, well, I WANT you to show up. :D I like 'star moon' more also. Legolas' sweetie isn't as original in my mind. ANYWAY! Keep ON rambling! I'm enjoying this. :) Ah! Yes the trailer. I'll send that along ASAP for ya! Glad you liked it so much! :)
Oh, SO glad you're enjoying it, mortal being. I'm also glad you liked Iston. :D I hope this is as good in your opinion!
Oh, SANK 'OU ardomir! I'm thrilled that so many people enjoy Iston, I Know, so immensely! Let us just hope you enjoy this one as much! :)
*hands Golden Days a Kleenex* I'm sorry!!! Here. Don't cry, there's another chapter, seeee? Hm…*re-reads current chapter again* eh…perhaps you should save the "don't cry" thing for later. I think it's a little too much to ask right now. :D
*give Kaeera a BIG hug* I LOVE ANGST TOO!!! Welcome to the club. *joins Kaeera in rubbing her hands evilly) Heheh…;) Yeah, the 'pesky-elf' scene did ring of reporter nuisances, didn't it? "Mr. Greenleaf! Mornaeg claims that this strange adventure you've recently returned from might be the cause of the nightmarish Bengwiil, would you like to comment?" *grins* A Sindarin elf…with a microphone…can't imagine it. ;)
AHCK! *leaps behind Grimi-son-of-Grimy again* Heheh…hide, e? Whatever for! You wouldn't really kill an innocent- you wouldn't really kill an author, would you? ;) Oh please, state ALL your suggestions and wonderings if you wish. Even if they're not correct, they're still interesting! Talk away, e! :)
Oh GOLLY Sarah Snicket, you've DONE it this time! I mean, okay, I already kinda told you what I liked about your feedback, but it certainly bares repeating! *kisses, hugs, and a coupon to Lina's Loegolas Gift Shop* You are SO funny! Keep it up, although I know they won't always be this long, but I enjoy them no matter what. AND DON'T stop your Sarah-Snicket thing. Pleeeeeease? You're having too much fun to stop anyway. ;) LOV E YA maer nosenari nin! Yeah, it doesn't take a whole lot to get on my good side, but what you just wrote could wring laughter out of a Bowdark poast. ;)
*throws an arm around Halo's shoulders* I DID! I missed you. :) You are SO fun, and you don't mind talking. I like that, Halo, you make a spectacular reviewer! And- and- *squeezes plushie, and places it proudly on her shelf* and you give Estel plushies away for FREE! :) Hanthach, Halo, mellon nin!
*catches one of little elf's pillows in her face* Goodness! Don't worry, 'nother chapter up now. See? See? Chapter! :D Iston? The best? Aww, you're so sweet! *hands little elf a coupon for one T-shirt at Lina's Legolas Gift Shop* :)
*shakes head slowly* THANKS EOMER!!! *sigh* You KNOW, Lina. I can't KILL him unless it's an AU. Now, I never SAID it WASN'T an AU, but I haven't killed him YET, have I? So, *pulls Lina off Eomer's horse* why don't you stay here and be calm awhile? Sound good? Oh good…*looks over post* Hm. *shoves Lina back onto Eomer's horse* Noro lim, Eomer. I think it'd be best if Lina ISN'T around for this- eh -particular chapter…:)
I LOVE you Saturn's Hikari! You know why? Well, because you are a fellow human being, fellow ff.net member, and fellow Tolkien-fan, but that aside, you DON'T LIKE SLASH!!! Woohoo! As you can see, neither do I. And this, therefore, will NOT be a slash fic. I don't even READ slash, let alone write it. Yeah, so no slash. Nope. Yuck. ;)
*giggle* Angel of the Elves, you are HILARIOUS! :) You completely cracked me up with that Mornaeg-and-the-squirrels thing. :D lol! Look at that. It MUST have been funny, because only something hilarious drives me to using lol. In general, I think it's an over-used acronym. Right, so, thanks for the review! I laughed SO hard! :) :D
*grins* you loved my fic, szhismine? Ooh! How sweet. :) Thank you so much for reading it!!! You don't think the evil elven dagger is a GOOD thing? Aw, why ever not? :P
*grins at Cheysuli and pulls the 'Kill Me' sign off Aragorn's back* what a silly sign, wonder who put it there. Certainly wasn't ME. Cassia found it first, and least *I* pulled it off, right? I'm an upstanding citizen! Besides, Aragorn CAN stay out of trouble…sometimes…occasionally…on leap years…once. :D Okay, okay. So maybe the guy has death-wish issues, but hey! He's only human, right? *looks both ways, and slaps the 'Kill Me' sign back on* Well, I'm only human TOO…;)
Iston, Firnsarnien, that was a mean cliffy. But if gets better!…not in this chapter, but sometime…I think…*gulp* :D
Hehe, sorry to de depriving you of sleep, Queen-of-Gondor. But maybe I should have a contract stating "I will not be held responsible for"…wait…*pulls out ff.net Rule Book* let's see…Contents…Concerning Sleep Deprival Due to Abnormally Tense Cliff-Hangers…page 2847...*flips through book* AHAH! "Author will not be held responsible for sleep deprival as a result of abnormally tense cliff-hangers, except in the cases of very nice 17-year-olds in Germany…" hehe…you didn't hear that. ;)
Mae govonnen Moonrose! I hope you enjoy the story. :) Hate cliffies ya say? Wow. It's a wonder you enjoy my stuff! ;) Enjoy, as best as possible, Moonrose, and welcome! :D
Well, people, I've managed to use-up another 3 pages over responses, sorry. :D BUT! Finally you can actually READ the story.
Here you go! *pulls Grimi in front of her again*
don't hurt me?
Chapter 3
Pain Without Cause
Aragorn's first impulse, to push away from this intruder, and get his bearings, was soon dashed, as he was pulled against the stranger's chest, his arm twisted behind him, and the dagger at his throat.
"Where is it?!" Hissed the voice from behind him. The normally melodic and calming voice of an elf was stifled by the angry tone he used now.
Aragorn wouldn't know what to answer if he could have, but as it was, the dagger was too close against his throat to speak. He felt himself being dragged back towards the big bed, and he struggled angrily against the grip which only tightened.
The dagger was suddenly thrown aside, and Aragorn had only a moment to wonder why. Just as suddenly as the dagger had flown, Aragorn was whirled around, and forced face-down onto the bed. He gauged on the heavy smell that emanated from the thick blankets that pressed over his face. In his whirling mind, he picked up the sound of the dagger being retrieved, and felt slender fingers reach into his hair.
In a sudden panic, Aragorn wrenched himself away, and ignoring the sharp pain in his head from jerking some of his hair out, he leapt over the bed, and ran around it to the door. Throwing the door open, he called as loud as he could, "Legolas! Legolas please h-" but he did not get any further. The elf, who had taken a moment to get his wits about him, was now behind the human, and aimed a swift kick at Aragorn's side. The human doubled over, grabbing the doorpost for support as the air rushed from his lungs.
He tried to straighten, but another blow hit him in his other side. And then, as if to top everything off, he was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown back a pace, falling on his back, and losing the rest of his air.
The aggravated elf jerked the stunned ranger upright, and pushed him back onto the bed. This time, he felt his arms being jerked behind him, and a strip of leather was tied around his wrists. But he was too busy trying to pull oxygen into his aching chest and dizzy head to struggle. Before he could think to kick at the dark being, he felt straps being wrapped around his ankles as well, cutting off the circulation to his feet.
Once again, the slender fingers tangled themselves in his hair, this time closing very close to the human's skull, so to avoid any other escapes. Aragorn felt his head being jerked up, and he was looking in to dark, green eyes. The stranger leered evilly, and pulled his dagger up again. His voice was low and almost pleased as he spoke.
"I know exactly how it was. Do not move, or you shall mess me up. I should be very angry if you did so." And he lifted his dagger.
Aragorn closed his eyes as the silver blade came nearer and nearer to his face. He felt sick inside as cold mettle touch his cheek. Suddenly, a sharp, stinging pain shot down the side of his face, and he tasted blood. Then another sting, and another. Soon, he couldn't tell one cut from another, and he lost count in his agony.
"Please." He begged, his voice hoarse and frightened as a child's. "Who are- w- why are you doing this?"
"As if you, a human, could ever understand." Came the flat replay. The elf let go of his face, and let it drop limply to the bed again. "Perfect." He whispered breathlessly, and Aragorn could hear a smile in his words.
Then, the elf lifted Aragorn's bound hands, and pulled his sleeve back. Aragorn felt another sharp sting as the dagger was dragged across the side of his wrists several times in secession. It felt as though the elf were trying to sharpen his dagger on Aragorn's wrists.
Once that was done, the young ranger was jerked up onto his knees, and the elf pulled him against his chest. He clamped one hand over Aragorn's mouth, pressing the human's head against his shoulder. He then lifted the other hand, the one clutching the dagger, and held it above Aragorn's shoulder.
"Try not to scream *too* loudly." He jeered softly, pressing annoyingly close to Aragorn's face. "It wouldn't do to have your friend up here too soon."
Suddenly, he drove the dagger into deep into Aragorn's shoulder. The human held his breath, pressing back the urge to cry out. Wanting Legolas' help, while unwilling to give into stranger's expectations.
"Please." He whispered desperately, trying to speak around the firm hand. "Please s-stop…"
The elf leered evilly, and ignored the human's pleas. Then, in one, swift motion, he jerked the dagger violently down Aragorn's arm until he struck the bone in the ranger's wrist.
He couldn't help it. Aragorn cried out in agony, and struggled against the elf's grip. The thin hand clamped tighter over Aragorn's mouth, and the dagger jerked ruthlessly out of his wrist. Aragorn couldn't breathe through the pain, so he began to pant violently.
The hand around his mouth let go, and he slid limply down the elf's chest. He lay gasping for breath a moment, and felt the figure above him wipe his weapon off on the young man's pant leg.
"Catch your breath now, human. You have little time." Aragorn was suddenly flipped over on his stomach again and he tried to breathe as best he could in the position. "Stay quiet, now. He screamed over this one the most." The elf's voice was low, and cruel, and Aragorn momentarily caught a note of something else. Bitterness.
The elf once again tangled his slender fingers in Aragorn's hair, but this time, instead of jerking his head up, he pushed the human's face into the thick blankets covering the huge bed.
Aragorn's oxygen began to fade, and his starving lungs burned. He tried to lift his head, but was pressed too close to the bed. The musty smell gauged him again, and he couldn't think straight.
All of a sudden, he knew why the elf was attempting to suffocate him. He cried out with the last of his breath as the evil dagger plunged once more, this time into his leg, just behind his knee. The weapon struck his kneecap, and the blow sent an earthquake of pain up Aragorn's leg.
The human's head became dizzy for lack of oxygen, and his thoughts seemed to swirl with the feeling. He couldn't think. He couldn't see. Black spots appeared in what was left of his vision, and all sound was forgotten.
As if morbidly satisfied, the elf let go of Aragorn's hair, and the nearly suffocated human gasped for breath once more.
Aragorn lay, half-unconscious from the unbearable pain that shot through his weary body. Every once and awhile, he'd feel the evil dagger slice into his finger here, and several times into his ankle there. They left only minor cuts, but they burned like fire, though Aragorn was in too much pain to notice more.
Finally, the dark elf wiped his knife off, on Aragorn's unhurt shoulder this time, and nodded as if pleased with a work of art. He then sheathed his weapon, and rolled Aragorn over on his back, so he could look him in the face.
"There, human. Does it hurt?" He leered, his dark eyes shining like emeralds. He ran his fingers brutally down Aragorn's cut cheek. Aragorn hissed with pain, and jerked away. The elf's smile widened. "Good. Perhaps we will meet again. I must go now. Namarie, fier. Foolish boy."
//farewell, mortal/
And he disappeared from Aragorn's sight.
It was awhile till the elf actually left. Aragorn heard him rustling about the room awhile longer, perhaps looking for whatever it was he thought Aragorn had had. But finally, the wounded human heard the curtains rustle, and knew the stranger had escaped out the window.
Pain ripped through Aragorn's entire body. He couldn't concentrate on any one injury, for there were too many. His lungs hurt from his moments without breath, and his throat was sore from the blood that had flown into his mouth from the cuts on his cheek. Even so, he was desperate. He wanted to call for help. But with these injuries, he could only plead in a hoarse whisper.
"Legolas. It hurts…it really hurts. Oh Legolas, where are you?"
**********
Legolas was awake in an instant. He was *sure* he'd heard someone calling him. His eyes focused, and he looked about his room. He watched the shadows on his wall, and listened carefully.
"Legolas! Please help me!"
There it was. Had he only imagined it? Was it his paranoid mind? His mind tore itself away from the supposed voices and suddenly realized something else. The shadows on his wall. There was a candle burning in his room.
Legolas rolled over, and jumped onto his knees, his hand flying to the bow and quiver hanging from his bedpost.
There was an elf sitting at his desk, with a feather quill in one hand, and an ink bottle in the other. He had been writing something by candlelight, but at Legolas' sudden motion, dropped both items. "Gwiil, my prince! I meant no harm!"
Legolas dropped his bow and arrow to his bed, and didn't hold back the look of surprise on his face. "Mornaeg?"
The elf bowed low, and was shaking all over. "I am very sorry, your highness. I was only- I thought I
should-"
"What is it, Mornaeg?" Legolas sighed, returning his bow and arrow to their proper place.
"I came to write an apology to you . For bringing up the Bengwiil. I meant no harm by it, you know. I was just so curious- anyway, I came to write an apology."
Legolas creased his eyebrows in confusion. "Why did you not come and tell me yourself?"
"I thought that after all the trouble I had caused you, you wouldn't listen to me if I came to apologize myself."
"Well I am sorry I have put myself across as one who would not forgive easily."
"Oh- no, my prince, I did not mean-"
"No, no, Mornaeg, it is well. I am sorry I became so upset over a mere mention of the Bengwiil. I just need time, that is all. Time to forget the horrible feelings that it caused me. Until eventually, all I will be able to remember is the facts. And I can tell them as facts only. No pain left to tell."
Mornaeg nodded sympathetically. "And I am most sincerely sorry for bringing it up, and questioning you so. Very sorry indeed." And his expression was so deep and honest, Legolas couldn't help but believe he was indeed sorry.
The prince shook his head and smiled. "Forgiven. And upon my honor, I will tell you all I have to tell in time."
"I know you will, highness." Mornaeg half-smiled, and looked down at his cloths sheepishly. "What a mess I've made." He groaned, trying to wipe the crimson ink from his pale blue tunic.
"Here." Legolas handed him a ink-blotting cloth, and shrugged. "Sorry, it's all I have."
Mornaeg still looked grateful, and wiped away most of the deep red ink. Finally, he set the cloth down on Legolas' desk, and smiled. "Well, I believe I heard someone calling you, so I should go."
"You *heard* that?" Legolas inquired, looking suddenly eager.
Mornaeg looked confused. "Well, it was loud enough. I think it came from down the hall. I guess someone's looking for you, though it seems odd this late, does it not?"
Legolas scrambled for his bow and quiver, swinging both over his shoulder. "It's Aragorn. I know it is. He was calling for help. Please, Mornaeg , come with me."
"Anything, your highness." And the confused elf turned, and followed Legolas from his room.
The two made their way swiftly up the long staircase. Mornaeg didn't mind it too much, but Legolas liked it about as much as Aragorn had. For it reminded him too of Gabil Gû ndu.
When they finally reached the door, it was open. Legolas strung his bow, and walked slowly into the dark bedroom. Paper swirled around the elves' feet, and a large, red puddle was spreading over the floor. Legolas toed at it nervously, but saw it was only ink. Even so, it looked a little too much like blood for his comfort, and gave the already dark scene and eerie look.
Legolas slowly made his way across the inky floor, his eyes wide in the darkness, trying to catch any sign of movement. Then, he heard it.
A softy groan came from the huge bed in the room's center. Legolas sprinted to the bed's side, and his eyes went wide with horror at what he saw. Dropping his bow and arrow, he threw himself to his knees beside his bloody friend. "Aragorn!" He cried, scooping the human's head up in his arms. "Aragorn." He repeated quietly, and his voice cracked with pain at seeing his friend like this.
Aragorn's eyes fluttered open, and fixed on the figure above him. "Legolas." He whispered, smiling faintly. "I'm so glad you're h- here-" He broke off into a coughing fit as his throat constricted. "An elf. He- he just attacked me. Thought I had something. He attacked. It hurts."
"What has he done to you?!" Legolas demanded, and tears began to slide down his face, as his silver gaze swept over the many cuts and gashes on the young man's body.
"It hurts Legolas." Aragorn whispered brokenly, and looked so frightened and vulnerable, that it rent Legolas' heart in two.
Legolas looked over towards Mornaeg. "Please, go get my father and all his healers. Noro!"
//hurry!//
The pale elf nodded, and tore off down the staircase again. Legolas gently flipped Aragorn over on his stomach, and wrestled angrily at the leather straps around his friend's wrists. His fingers trembled as he worked, and the knots were slippery with blood. After a long struggle though, he managed to pull them away.
"The coward." He hissed through his tears, as he worked at the straps on Aragorn's ankles. "Attacking an unarmed human in the middle of the night. And for what purpose?"
"I know not." Aragorn whispered back, as Legolas tore away the last of the straps, and flipped his friend over again. "I tried to call for you. I wanted to see you."
"Oh Aragorn, forgive me. I was so slow to come. I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me when I heard you. Oh I should have been here!"
Aragorn lifted two, crimson-tinged fingers to Legolas' lips, but was too weak to touch him. "Sh…" He whispered, letting his hand drop to the bed again. "Legolas, do not blame yourself this time. It could *not* have been helped. He was too sure of his plan. He knew what he was doing."
"But why?" Legolas demanded, his voice still choked with tears. "Why did he attack you? Oh Aragorn, if you die I will never, *never* forgive myself!"
"Do not say such things. You are the only reason I am still here. I'm holding out for you. Hold on for me."
"I will Aragorn, I will. I promise I will. I will never leave you, you have my word." Legolas pulled Aragorn further towards him, laying the wounded human's head in his lap. Reaching down to the bed underneath him, he tore a strip of the blanket away, and began to bind Aragorn's cuts. He couldn't help the tears that spilled down his face as he took in the unfair wounds.
Four cuts over his cheek, six across each wrist, three over his ankle, one, deep gash in his leg, and a huge run from his shoulder to his wrist. Here and there, there would a slice our jab on the hand, the back, or the side. And all for nothing. For something Aragorn didn't have. It made Legolas' blood boil.
When he began to bind the large run down Aragorn's arm, the human's breath hissed sharply, and he pulled away. "Matho foech." Was all he could say, and he tried to steady his shaking fingers.
//I am sorry.//
Legolas had just finished tying the wound on Aragorn's knee, when he heard footsteps coming up the staircase. Thranduil appeared in the doorway, accompanied by Morenaeg and three elven healers. They rushed to the bedside, and one of the healers, an ancient elf named Prestomin, knelt on the bed beside Legolas and Aragorn. Gently, he took the bloodied human from his miserable friend, and pulled him into his own lap. "Aragorn? Lasto beth nin."
//hear my voice.//
Aragorn's eyes fluttered open again. "I hear you." He murmured back.
Prestomin nodded, and leaned a little closer to the human's face, looking into his eyes. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible." Came the miserable reply. "But I also begin to feel dizzy. Everything's spinning…it's dark, and I- I can't see." Aragorn suddenly began to pant for breath in panic. "I can't see- Legolas!"
Legolas moved forward, and leaned over Aragorn. "I am here, my friend. Gwiil, maech. Maech."
//peace. you are well. you are well//
Aragorn relaxed a bit at the words, but continued to pant steadily. Prestomin looked up at Thranduil gravely. "He has lost much blood. We must stop the blood flow as best we can." He turned to the other healers. "Tirniel. Go, fetch me extra cloths and some water. I fear I have not brought enough of either. Tirniel, find me some Salab. We will need to dull the pain. Then, also bring me as much Nanegro as we have in store. It is the only thing we can heal these wounds with, without risking infection at this point." The elves nodded, and disappeared down the staircase.
"Mornaeg, will you light a few candles?" Thranduil asked quietly, and the elf quickly complied.
Prestomin looked over at Legolas. "I will need you to keep him conscious. It is the only way we can keep his blood flowing quickly enough." Legolas took a deep breath and nodded.
Prestomin turned to Thranduil. "Your majesty, might I suggest that you close the door? Even once we have used the Salab, it will not be painless to heal these wounds."
Thranduil nodded, and Legolas felt his stomach churn. He couldn't bare to hear his friend's cries. He wanted to leave this terrible scene, but refused to abandon his friend. To calm his mind, he took several slow and deep breaths. One. Two. Three. Legolas stopped. Something had hit him like a wave of hot air. Something unnerving.
"It isn't safe." Prestomin, Thranduil, and Mornaeg looked at Legolas quizzically. His eyes were wide, and his face pale. "This room is not safe." He said slowly, and his eyes went as if in slow motion, from Aragorn's bloody form, to his father's confused face. "Get him out of here!"
Hello again everyone! Sorry, I know I shouldn't be showing my face after that ending, but I wanted to say one last thing.
I'd like to specially thank EVERYONE who posted on Chapter 2. Yesterday, I went to get my second set of braces put on. In the process of removing my OLD orthodontia, one of my teeth got chipped. So, coming home, I had stinging teeth, and the fear of a tooth-filling hanging in the air. I was miserable.
But when I got home, climbed onto my hotmail account to check for any e-mails, and saw 26 e-mails marked "Review Alert!" I was SO pleased. You guys quite literally made my day. I laughed, sighed, and smiled so much that evening, and felt SO much better because of it.
You guys are being a greater help than you think, posting on my story like this. It really helps, and I wanted to thank you.
Hantach mellhyn nin!
~Chloe