Just a quick note to readers…. After waiting anxiously for Harry Potter 5, I zoomed down to the book store and bought the book immediately and spent the next 16 and ½ hours indulged in JK's fantasy world and I must say… If you haven't had a chance to read it.. DO SO! What a wonderful book, though I did bawl like a baby at a couple places!
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Cheysuli: Thanks! Glad you like all the torture, unfortunately, though you may not like the girl in here, she does play a vital role later, so sorry, she doesn't get killed off. But it doesn't mean I'm not plotting the demise of some other characters in an upcoming fic. EG
Elenillor: Yeah, we're opposites, but we strive for the same thing. Me for facts, you for grammar. Thanks for all your kind words and wonderful review. I just beam as I read them. J And I know what ya mean about the website… its acting on its own accord lately, telling me I don't have any reviews for a story, then telling others that chapters don't exist. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this site, then I remember all the great reviews and the encouragement and I remember why I go through the headache. J
LIttlesaiyangirl: Nope, the girl wont die. She plays a crucial role in this fic, and wont make any more appearances in any other I'm planning. The next fics I have center around Haldir. J
Supergurl115: YES@ I updated! Though FF.net tells me that I cant, then tells me it cant find the particular fic I'm updating. Man what a pain. Naw, just cause ya like a bit of violence and elf torture, doesn't mean ya psychotic… unless you want the person beating him to hum the Batman theme while wearing a Goofy outfit and pausing long enough to give a dissertation on politics and the legislative acts of our century.. then it MAY be a bit psychotic… or one hell of a good time@! Lol
Gwyn: Yeah, even when ya down and out and don't want anyone around, there is usually someone that has experienced the same thing or knows what ya going through to help ya out and become an ally. I just hope I gave them enough time. I wanted to get the story going but make sure there was extreme caution and fright before the trusting and willingness to follow kicked in. Hope everything works out. J
Legolas's fanatical fan girl: Cliffies exist to torture readers and keep them interested in the story line and emotionally involved. There isn't a cliffie in this chapter, though I do think it's a bit off my norm. Anyways, enjoy@
TO ALL READERS: I think this chapter is perhaps the slowest or maybe its just my imagination but I thought it was rather 'low' on what I normally finish. But I'll let you read and decide and let me know what ya think, even if you thought it totally blew.
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Chapter Five
When the Prince once again opened his eyes, he wondered how he could have ever slept through the noise. Screams and cries filled the distant air. The sounds of dozens of people running about echoed strangely down into the prison. The sounds could have been interpreted as a good party, but the occasional scream of terror proved otherwise.
Legolas rolled over, cradling his stomach and his breath hissing with the effort. He stopped when he noticed the small frail body sprawled out on the floor beside him. He recognized the tangled hair immediately.
"Yarna?" Legolas asked tentatively, crawling over and kneeling by her side. "Yarna, can you hear me?"
A soft moan answered him as the elf rolled the girl over. A sharp intake of breath came from his lips as he surveyed the girl's face, which was dark and bloody. A large mark ran the length of her jawbone, disappearing into her tangled hair, which was wet with what the prince expected, was blood.
"Yarna, can you answer me?" Legolas tried again, wiping the hair away from the girl's face. "I need you to wake up. Come on…"
Darkened eyes fluttered open, though still very glazed but alert enough to see a form hovering over her. "Get away from me!" she screeched.
"Yarna, it is Legolas. Do not be frightened," Legolas said, trying to calm her down.
Yarna's vision cleared enough to recognize the fair being, and she crumpled, crying.
"Yarna," Legolas said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "There is a battle going on. Now is our time for escape."
Yarna's head snapped up, her eyes boring into the elf's, "How can we escape? We will be killed!"
Legolas smiled and pulled something out from a fold of material wrapped around his sore and still healing ribs. It was a small set of keys. The keys to their cell.
"How?" Yarna started in amazement.
"When I landed on top of the guard when I tried to stop them from taking you. I felt the keys through his vest and I relieved him of their burden." Legolas smiled then put out his hand, "Can you walk Milady?"
Yarna, shaking all over, accepted his hand. Legolas pulled Yarna to her feet then went to the door. With a bit of luck, and heightened Elven hearing, the lock retracted and the door swung open. Legolas glanced quickly into the hall, then turned to Yarna and bowed as low as he could with ailing ribs, "After you, Milady."
Yarna gave him a small smile and stepped out into the corridor leading to freedom. The shouts and cries from above were much louder and wilder in the hallway. Legolas led the way through the passage, first turning right, then left, then right again, the floor rising up and the sounds of the terrified townsfolk growing louder. Yarna prayed he knew where he was going, but as the sounds became louder and the panic hanging thickly in the air, she knew he was leading them right.
As the outside noise grew to a fevered pitch and the hallway opened up wider, Legolas stopped dead in his tracks and threw out his arm to stop Yarna. He cocked his head slightly. Despite all the commotion, his Elven ears detected voices close by.
Pressing his finger to his lips, he took a tentative step forward and peered around the corner. Two large figures stood silhouetted in the doorway, their bodies defined due to fires that raged just beyond from burning buildings.
"They think they can outwit us," one of the burly men said.
"Lord Temeriul has ordered everyone to guard the borders of the North and East," the second put in.
"Even the women?" the first said with a slight hint of amusement.
"Aye," The second nodded. "Everyone is to fight off the beasts the elves have summoned to claim their own."
Legolas stiffened when he heard 'elves'. His mind raced with scenarios and possibilities, wondering if Orcs were once again attacking the village, or if something else had come from the fiery shadows. He focused on a burning building beyond the two guards and watched as frightened citizens ran to put out the fire that had already spread to the foundation. Thick black plumes of smoke filled the sky and gave the day an eerie cast, drowning out the rose and orange streaks of evening. Legolas's keen eyes detected arrows whistling through the leaden sky, some of them alight. The arrows were of Orc fashion. His attention was drawn back to the two men when one of them laughed roughly.
"When we drive those demons back to wherever they came from, Temeriul will have fun punishing the elf for his misdeeds."
Legolas took a deep, cleansing breath, strode forward and said in his most casual voice, "Will I be allowed to fight back this time?"
The two stunned men turned quickly to address the voice, but felt a strong, lithe hand on either side of their heads, then aching blackness as their skulls collided and sent both into a dreamless sleep.
"Humans," Legolas spat and then turned around to see Yarna staring down at the two men. Noting her thin clothing and petiteness, Legolas glanced down at the two men and pulled off their thick leather overcoats.
"Here," Legolas said, handing her an overcoat. "We will need to blend into the people. And I fear that the border back home is guarded too heavily. We will have to make for Rivendell."
Yarna draped the coat over her shoulders, its weight making her knees buckle slightly. "Rivendell?"
Legolas wrapped a coat around his shoulders and looked over to the small woman, dwarfed even more by the large bulky coat. "That was were I was to head after alerting this village of the Orc bands attacking. Clearly they now know I spoke the truth, but I fear for their anger when the battle is over. Rivendell will be safer; it is the home of Lord Elrond."
Yarna's face shone with fear once more. "I will not go! I will not serve any master!"
Legolas looked at her confused, then realized that she mistook the meaning of 'Lord' and believed she was going to be sold back into slavery. "Milady, Lord Elrond would never enslave you. He is an Elven Lord, not human."
The word 'Elven' caused Yarna to become more frightful. "I have already seen first hand the treatment elves give to humans," She shook her head, tears fell down her cheeks. "I refuse to be hurt like that again."
Legolas's patience was wearing thin. Sounds of battle, screams, shouted orders, desperate pleas for help, and burning chaos reigned around them. They needed to leave as quickly as possible. Fire was spreading quickly, consuming one building and then moving on to the next establishment, enjoying the smorgasbord of wooden dwellings so closely knit together.
"Yarna, please. We are not safe here. We can not go to my home; the way is too closely guarded. I swear to you that you will be safe in Rivendell. No harm will come to you. But if we do not leave now, we are certainly to be found."
Yarna paused, her body poised for an attack, her face furrowed in a frown as she thought, the light from the burning buildings illuminating her face into a strange orange glow.
"Have I done anything to offend or harm you?" Legolas pressed, trying to get Yarna to see reason.
Yarna regarded the elf beside, her mind flashing with the past few days. The distance he gave her. The gentleness of his voice. The thankful manner. Without even realizing what she was doing, she nodded her ascent to the elf.
"You have not. I will trust you, and follow."
Yarna felt a tight knot in her stomach, her mind warring with itself and chastising her decision. Legolas smiled kindly and led the way around the side of the prison. Several buildings were ablaze between the two escapees and freedom into the wood that led towards the Misty Mountains and into Rivendell.
Squaring his shoulders and giving a meaningful glance to Yarna, Legolas strode out, weaving through debris and people frantically running to and fro. If anyone had been paying attention to the two striding through town, they would have found the scene amusing.
In the lead was a tall figure, draped clumsily with an overcoat, the collar raised high. The second figure, much smaller and wearing an obviously oversized coat that drug the ground like a train on a wedding gown. The collar was also raised high, so high in fact it covered most of the petite being's head. At a distance, the figure looked like a decapitated corpse walking through town.
As the two neared the wood, their pace increased. As soon as they reached the safety of the wood line, they broke out into a run, Yarna holding the folds of her overcoat high against her chest as she sprinted after her elf companion.
After a few minutes, Yarna stumbled on the uneven ground and fell, sprawling out on the forest floor. Hearing the girl fall, Legolas stopped and backtracked to her, noticing her severe effort to push herself upright.
"Milady, are you hurt?" Legolas bent down so their eyes were level.
"I am fine," Yarna said quickly, though by her actions, the elf could tell she was lying.
"Milady, you are not fine," Legolas said softly. "Would you allow me to carry you?"
Yarna's eyes locked with the elf's, a look of sheer terror on her face.
"We will be able to move at a much quicker pace," Legolas added. "We need to put more distance between us and the village."
Yarna bit back the pain that raced up her leg and tried to raise herself up, but the lack of decent food and the constant mistreatments left her body frail and vulnerable. She teetered forward, Legolas catching her easily with his quick reflexes.
Gently Legolas steadied her and said softly in her ear, "If we remain we will be caught, and I am not going any further without you."
Yarna thought for a moment, her better instincts fighting with her experience and built-up hatred. Years of mistreatment and suffering came flooding into her mind, but logic whispered in the back of her consciousness, reminding her that Legolas had never harmed her in any way. He had never touched her, even when she fell asleep and was now refusing to leave her side even though he could easily escape without her tagging along.
Before she could rationalize her thoughts, she agreed. Legolas smiled and slightly inclined his head. With little effort he placed one hand behind her back and the other under her knees and lifted her gently from the ground, hiding his wince as his ribs flared their dull ache once again.
'She is so thin,' Legolas thought as he ran swiftly through the forest. He had carried human and elf alike, male and female, adult and child and if memory served him properly, Yarna should not have felt so weightless. Human adults tend to be fairly heavy, no matter the sex. Concern crossed his mind as he raced through the thick forest, black skeletal trees appearing through the surrounding gloom and vanishing into the darkness once again like ghostly specters.
A slight whimper caught the elf's attention and he glanced down to see Yarna apparently asleep in his arms. He adjusted his hold, careful not to disturb her, and passed through the thinning trees as gentle as a whisper, passing by as soft as a breeze stirring their branches as the sun disappeared completely behind the hills, casting the world into dreamy shadow. Thick brambles began to dot the landscape, sometimes stretching a vast distance, in which the Elf had to skirt their edges, and weave through their thorny maze.
Yarna seemed to waver between sleep and consciousness. Her eyes fluttered, her head lolled, and she seemingly shrank against the Prince, as if trying to hide in his wake. Legolas remained quiet, but watchful, monitoring the shift and alertness of the woman he carried. The relative quiet made a soft blanket of comfortable silence, as the two wound their way through the dense foliage to the safety of Rivendell. The night hours crept by slowly as Legolas carried Yarna tirelessly.
As dawn approached, Yarna stirred and looked up into the face of the elf that carried her, expecting to see any sign of tiring. She was surprised to see his boyish face, now more clearly in the early dawn light, was relaxed and concentrating on the path ahead.
"Legolas, are you tired?" She asked quietly.
Legolas looked down at her and smiled, "Nay Milady. Elves do not tire as quickly as humans do."
"Do you think we are far enough away?"
Legolas slowed down to a walk and cast a suspecting glance over his shoulder, "I believe so," he said slowly.
"Then put me down. You need to rest," Yarna insisted.
"But we still have a way to travel," Legolas started but was cut off by Yarna waving her hand.
"I will be fine. Besides, you may say that elves do not tire easily, but I would ask that you take some rest. We do not know the path ahead and I fear I am not the best companion during a battle," Yarna said.
Legolas nodded his head and searched the surrounding area. Hearing a familiar rustle, he followed the sound to a small babbling brook and gently lowered Yarna down. "I believe you are right. Maybe some rest and fresh water before we begin the journey into the mountains."
"Mountains?" Yarna's face fell, then she cast her eyes upwards and realized they were in the shadow of a majestic mountain, whose summit was hidden by a ghostly mist. "We are to go through the mountains?"
Legolas lay down on the ground beside her and craned his neck to the rocky giant. "It is the quickest route to Rivendell. The journey should take no more than a day and a half," Legolas looked back at Yarna and read the look of panicked disbelief. "It will be alright Milady. It is not as deadly as it pretends to be. I have been through the pass many times over the centuries."
"Centuries?" Yarna questioned, her sharp eyes turning once more the elf. "What do you mean by 'centuries'? You do not look older than I."
Legolas smiled, "Milady, I have lived over two thousand years." Legolas laughed as Yarna's jaw dropped in amazement.
"You do not look that old," Yarna said, still slightly in awe.
Legolas laughed again and quirked his face in feigned thought, "I do not think that was an insult."
"I... I did not mean…" Yarna stammered. Memories of her previous masters and their hostile response to such blatant musings came rushing back to her.
"It matters not Milady," Legolas said through chuckles, not noticing the change in Yarna's manner. "I know you meant no disrespect."
Yarna lowered her head in shame and embarrassment. Her nerve and recently acquired stubbornness trickled away from her as instinct kicked in. The beatings, the torture, the solitude in enclosed spaces, the submission to the master's wants, the days of not eating, all painful in their own right, their implement had its desired effect as she humbly subjected herself to the elf.
"I am sorry. I have dishonored you. I will submit to whatever form of punishment you see fit to put upon me." Yarna fumbled to her hands and knees and lowered her head to the ground. Her body was visibly shaking.
Seeing her cower to his mercy, Legolas felt a deep resentment towards Man, especially the ones that had obviously tortured the girl. He knelt beside her and placed his hands under her shoulders to raise her off the ground and felt her body trembling ferociously, "Yarna, you have experienced things that even I, in my thousands of years, can not imagine. But know this," Legolas gently lifted her chin with a slender finger and looked into her green-gray eyes, "You will never be punished for your words or actions again. You are no longer a servant, to anyone. Do you understand?"
Tears leaked out of the corner of Yarna's eyes as she stared into the Prince's bright blue ones, unsure how to answer.
Legolas smiled and gestured towards the small stream babbling constantly at their side a few feet away, "Drink and rest. I will return shortly."
"Where are you going?" Yarna questioned.
"To find something to eat. I am starved," Legolas said, swiftly getting to his feet and smiling mischievously.
With a quick nod, the elf disappeared into the forest, his footsteps soft and unheard as he traveled. Yarna crawled to the stream, cupped her hands, and drank the cool water.
The water tasted rather sweet, like honeysuckle, but felt like a benediction, cleansing her soul as she drank in its pureness. The cool water easily soothed her throat and stomach as it washed down, causing an easiness in her stomach.
She smiled, mostly to herself. I do not have to beg for water or food. Is this the taste of freedom?
Splashing the water on her face, she inhaled sharply as the shockingly cold sensation tingled her face. She expected it to be painful from the chill, but the water felt strangely good, almost like magic.
As the sun set high in the sky, chasing back the long fingers of shadow from the mountain on the land, Legolas returned. In his arms he carried several small limbs, each plush with leaves and berries. Yarna smiled as he approached and eyed the berries hungrily as he sat down beside her and offered her a branch.
"We should rest here until morning, then start for Rivendell. If we are lucky, we will only encounter snow on the mountain," Legolas said as he pulled out several leaves and twigs from the leather overcoat he wore. He cast a sly grin to Yarna, then nearly did a double take when she looked back.
In the blazing sunlight, he could see her features with crystal clarity. Her face was small, slightly rounded, fair of skin. Her hair, though still tangled, was tucked behind her ears, which were a small, perfectly shell shape, tapering slightly and framing her face in an almost elfin fashion. Bright, hauntingly familiar gray-green eyes stared back at him. She plucked berries with strong, nimble fingers, which seemed awkward when compared to the thinness of her wrist and forearm.
"Are you going to eat?" Yarna asked, glaring at the elf that seemed to be staring.
"In a moment. I would like first to tend your wounds," Legolas said, pointing to the ankle and calf that were exposed, showing bruising and deep abrasions.
Yarna stopped eating immediately and recoiled slightly, her eyes full of fear. Her eyes darted nervously over the prince and the surrounding terrain.
Legolas perceived her train of thought and held up the leaves he had removed from his pocket, "They are herbs, Milady."
Yarna looked at the strange weeds, then back to the elf.
Legolas separated several different species of plant life and explained, "Your wounds may become infected, these herbs will prevent sickness and aid in healing."
Yarna nodded, albeit apprehensively.
Nodding his head, Legolas untied one of the bandages that bound his arm and dipped it into the brook. "They will need to be cleaned first."
Yarna nodded and extended her legs, pulling the fabric of her skirt up to her knees and tucking it in roughly, as if to discourage any promiscuity.
As gently as he could, Legolas wiped the blood and dirt away from the wounds. They were more severe than he had anticipated; some of them bled freely, even with the soft caress of cleansing water and material.
Yarna's breath caught in her throat as a particularly nasty wound was wiped.
"I am sorry," The elf whispered.
"It is not your fault," Yarna hissed softly.
"Who did this to you?" Legolas asked. He knew it was an intrusion, but the better part of his protective nature took over, and he couldn't stop himself.
Yarna gritted her teeth. "One of the guards. The second time they took you away from questioning. He was going to.." Yarna broke off, choking on her words. ".. Hurt me…. So I kicked him. He kicked me back." She smiled grimly.
Legolas didn't know what to say. He only nodded quietly and resumed wiping the grit from a nasty abrasion on Yarna's calf. They sat in silence for a short time before Yarna spoke up.
"Why are you helping me like this? If you do not wish to make me your servant, then what reason would you possibly go through all this trouble for?"
Legolas was taken slightly aback by the question and stopped his ministrations to look up into Yarna's eyes. "Because I have been a prisoner of Men before. I know the evil that Men do to one another. The pain and suffering they cause. Calling it their right to do terrible things to others," Legolas shook his head sadly. "I would not leave any one to that fate."
Yarna regarded the elf for a moment, then said, "Elves can do the same thing."
Legolas's eyes shone with resentment as he shook his head, "Nay. We would not treat an enemy as such. We may imprison, but we never cause intentional pain and suffering."
Yarna's eyes clouded over, as if a giant shadow passed over them. "Oh, but you are wrong Legolas. A former master used to do business with Elves. I do not know their names or their home, but they were just as terrible."
Legolas's brow drew, his mind reeling with the information and trying to understand who could have done such a horrible thing.
"He was my master for only a short time," Yarna continued. "But he traded all things, including people. He encountered some elves and bartered with them for a full storehouse of game. I was one of their payments."
Legolas watched quietly as Yarna spoke, sometimes having to strain his hearing to catch her words when her voice dropped.
"My master offered them whatever they wanted," Yarna's head lowered and tears spilled down her cheeks and splashed soundlessly on her shirt. "For a week I was theirs, to do with what ever they wanted. When they were finished, I was returned. He promised me to them whenever they felt need of me. They returned a few times, occasionally bringing friends. When I refused their advances, they thought if fun to pursue me. When my master heard of this, he would punish me."
Legolas's heart stopped dead in his chest as he watched Yarna retell her traumatic past. When she fell silent for many moments he asked tentatively, "How did you get away from him?"
Yarna raised her head, her eyes deadened, her face drawn, "I killed him." Seeing the elf's jaw drop, she added, "I did not mean to. He came after me one night. He was going to hurt me again. I do not know how I did it, but I picked up a cooking pot and hit him as hard as I could. Then I ran. When I was caught, they said that he was dead and I was responsible. I was thrown into prison and promised a swift execution. The guards taunted me about my execution date and how they were going to do it. They started amusing themselves with me."
"How long were you in there?" Legolas asked, resuming his cleaning of her wounds. He grudgingly noted the bruises being revealed from under the blood and dirt. Bruises that were the size, shape, and consistency of a Man's hand. Further discreet inspection revealed they marred most of her visible body. What was hidden beneath fabric and dirt, the Elf Prince could only guess, and cringe inwardly.
Yarna shrugged, "I do not know. After what seemed like an eternity, they threw you into my cell. I guess hoping that you would have some fun and they could enjoy the entertainment."
Legolas shook his head wearily and said in a hushed voice, "Humans." His mind jumbled through emotions and memories, pains and heartache, replaying the last few days over in his head and his own mistreatments at the hands of Men. He remembered how Yarna had cowered from him. How she watched him. The tenseness and fear she showed when she was told their destination was an Elven haven. Her hatred roiled off in waves, so thick you could almost cut through it.
"I am sorry you had to endure such hardships, Yarna," Legolas said. "But I can promise to you that you will not be mistreated in Rivendell. The elves there are more open and kind to humans."
"How can you be so sure?" Yarna asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Because the Lord of the Vale has a human son," Legolas said with a smile.
Yarna's eyes widened and her jaw went slack at the news.
Wiping off the last bit of dirt from Yarna's ankle, Legolas saw the deep discoloration and swelling around the joint. He dipped a leaf in the stream and rubbed it vigorously between his hands, creating a green paste, and as easy as possible, smoothed it over Yarna's wounds. She hissed in response as the medicinal plant started to work its magic of killing infection and closing the wounds.
After a few minutes, Yarna's legs were completely covered in the healing plant paste. She looked at her strangely decorated legs and favored the elf with a small smile. When he returned it, holding up several large leaves, she cocked her head questioningly.
"These will keep the plants in place and offer some warmth," The elf explained, opening up a leaf and gently placing it under Yarna's ankle. The leaf looked jagged, twisted, and scaly, covered in what looked like raised ridges of fish scales.
When the leaf touched her skin, Yarna gasped at the unexpected sensation.
The leaf was soft and seemed to be radiating off its own source of heat, which felt like it reached into her very bones and cradled them in their safe warmth. The scales were perfectly positioned to latch together, barbing on one another and holding gently, but firmly in place as the elf thatched them expertly.
When the Prince was done interlacing the leaves protectively over Yarna's legs, he pulled his overcoat over Yarna's body and tucked in the edges, securing her tightly in warm folds of material, "Get some rest. I will keep watch."
Yarna yawned, her eyes drooping heavily. The call of a truly restful, deep sleep called to her, "Thank you for all you have done, Legolas."
"It was my pleasure, Milady." Legolas said as he watched her eyes close and slumber overtake her. Quickly he cleaned and dresses his own wounds, which were already healing well. When he was done, he sighed as he felt the familiar warmth spread through his body from the healing herb and soothe away all his aches and woes.
Several hours passed as the Prince kept watch over the petite form curled up among the leather coats. He wondered how anyone, let alone a mortal human, could have survived the mistreatment and abuse that Yarna had described and lived. As the Prince sat in total stillness, pondering over the cruelty of man, his attention didn't notice Yarna's eyes flutter awake.
Yarna had been in a deep sleep when a strange feeling to return to consciousness called to her. Her instinctual nature to distrust people roiled in her awareness as the sounds of a still and silent night thundered in her ears. Her eyes opened slightly to take in the surrounding area and not give up her alertness.
Her eyes immediately fell onto the Prince who sat with his back to a tree a few feet away. His eyes were open, distant, his brow furrowed, lips slightly parted, his fair face seemed lost in contemplation. He didn't notice her wakefulness.
Glancing around the area and straining her hearing, Yarna heard no noise, and saw no threat. With a small smile, she closed her eyes and returned to the vastness of sleep, her dreams filled with peace and happiness.
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Authors notes: I know, this chapter kinda sucked but I was in a hurry to get it out and I do have other commitments other than writing, though I would much prefer to write full time and tell the Real World to bite me… alas, I can't do that. But on a happier note, I'm not home and have caught up on most things that I need to get done, so I can get some more writing done over the next few days before real life rears its ugly head and demands attention.
Again, sorry if this was disappointing… but think of it this way… No cliffie J
