The Fallen
Chapter Five
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Author's Note: Alright, on to chapter five already! Hope you're enjoying this, as before! Also, if you have any questions about facts, or comments,
or if I've had a blonde moment and misstated a fact, let me know!!!
My email address is: buffypeaches@hotmail.com
Feel free to use it if you like! Thanks for reading!
Also, translations for any Elvish used in this story will be at the end of the chapter! If you have any questions about THAT, feel free to get ahold
of me too!
Now, on to the story!!!
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Nyara woke to the gentle prodding of Haldir shaking her shoulder. "What is it, Haldir?" she asked, sleep fogging her voice as she struggled to swim up from her sea of sleep. She had dreamt disturbing dreams this night, and they niggled at the back of her mind.
Haldir nodded ahead of them. "We have reached Eryn Lasgalen. Thranduil is not far away. His people will likely find us and take us to him. Do not fear them, though they may be mistrustful of you because you are mortal. They have not had dealings with Men in many long years."
"I am not afraid," Nyara said, straightening her back and tilting her chin. She did not see Haldir's smile at the stubborn gesture. In truth, she was scared and excited all at once. All her life she'd dreamt of seeing a real Elf, and suddenly all her thoughts were being made flesh. Haldir was an amazing specimen of Elf Lord in full splendor, and she knew she would remember him all her days. The way he'd saved her life, especially. She shuddered to think at what fate may have befallen her had he not come along.
"This is the same road Bilbo took on his first quest with the Dwarves. I'm afraid Thranduil's people held no love for them then, for the Dwarves and Bilbo created much turmoil during their stay. They locked the Dwarves in the dungeons of the palace, and Bilbo managed to free them. Then they stuffed themselves inside wine barrels and floated their way out of captivity, down the river."
Nyara laughed softly. "I have never read that tale before, but I know of Bilbo. Frodo was his nephew, wasn't he?"
Haldir nodded. "If not for Frodo, it's likely that Middle-earth would be a far different place than you know. It would be a place in darkness, ruled by all things evil. I do not often think on this, for it is too terrible a thought to dwell on."
"Do you think you can stop Umbrul, Haldir?"
He was silent for a long moment. Nyara wondered if she had overstepped a line that mustn't be crossed. But then Haldir spoke.
"I do not know if I have the strength to defeat Umbrul. He is something...different. I know not of him as Man or Elf. Perhaps I will kill him. Then, it is possible that he might kill me. To this, I have no answer."
Nyara was shaken as a sudden realization wove itself through her mind: she didn't want Haldir to die. It seemed unfair that such a noble Elf Lord should fall to such evil. Unintentionally, she leaned back against Haldir's chest, seeking the warmth and light that his very presence emanated. It was strange to her that she should feel such attachment after only a few days, but there it was. He was the closest thing to a true friend she had ever known. Perhaps that was why she felt such a need for him to be near.
Haldir's thoughts were similar. It was unlike him to allow someone so close, especially a mortal like Nyara. Where had his cold, hard façade gone that he could open up so easily to this young woman? Likely it was that he had saved her life, and now felt a certain responsibility toward her. Then again, perhaps it was simply that she was the only mortal who ever gave him real hope, save Aragorn.
She reminded him of his old friend, in many ways. There was that same stoic resolve to do what was right that radiated from her. Also, he found in her eyes knowledge beyond her years, which he couldn't guess to be more than twenty. So young to have experienced so much. He saw in her shadows of a past with many dark memories. To his Elf eyes she was more than some peasant girl whose mother had sold her for a profit; there was something else, something in her blood that gave him pause and told him to look closer. And each time he did, all he could see were faces. Faramir, Eowyn, Theoden, and Boromir, the man who given his life to save two Halflings from certain death. He couldn't explain these faces, nor why he should see them when he looked at Nyara.
Perhaps Thranduil and Celeborn would also have these answers for him. Often they sent Elves to the cities to scout and bring back news. Surely they would know more of this matter. Nyara was more than she seemed to know, though he wasn't sure how that was possible.
A sound caught his ear, and he turned his head to the left suddenly, making Nyara jump.
"What is it, Haldir?" she asked, and he held a finger to his lips.
"Thranduil's people have come to greet us. Let me speak to them, and speak only if you are addressed in the Common Tongue."
Relieved that she did not argue, he drew Steelsheen to a halt. Shapes materialized before them then, until six Elves surrounded the large stallion. Before him, Nyara drew a sharp breath. Seeing so many Elves when one had never before been witness to such beauty was a shock for her, but to her credit she remained silent.
One of the Elves stepped to the front, and Haldir smiled. King Thranduil himself had come, a great compliment. He was robed in autumn colors and greens, a wreath upon his head. Long blonde hair flowed down his back, a mark of many Ages gone by. His face was fair and young, and there was a light in his eye that spoke of his happiness in seeing Haldir once more.
"Oio na elealla alasse, Haldir," he said, placing his hand over his heart.
Haldir smiled and nodded, returning the gesture. "Aaye, Thranduil. Nae saian luume."
"Creoso a'baramin, mellonamin. Cila amin." With a curt nod and a curious glance in Nyara's direction, Thranduil turned from Haldir and walked aways ahead.
"What's going on, Haldir?" Nyara whispered, anxious now and little less relaxed than before. "What did he say?"
"He is King Thranduil, ruler of this realm, and he wishes to speak with me, Nyara. I must follow him, and you must stay here and wait for me." Haldir dismounted and, sensing her distress, placed a hand atop hers where they rested on Steelsheen's neck. "Do not fear. I will return soon."
Then he turned away and was soon gone. Nyara tried to remain unruffled by the distrustful stares of the Elves left to guard her, but it was no easy task. Still, she managed to study them without appearing rude, and was dazzled at what she saw.
They were all tall by the standards of Men, and strongly built. Most had long white blonde hair, a color she had never before seen save on Haldir. There were bows on their backs that she knew they were more than capable of using. In all, they were beautiful, and a light radiated from them that she could not explain. She decided she must ask Haldir about that later.
Ahead of her, Haldir and Thranduil spoke in their own language.
"What of the girl, then?" Thranduil asked. Haldir had already related the entire story of his quest, and the purpose for him being there. Thranduil had promised what aid he could, though he knew that he would not remain in Middle-earth much longer. Still, he found himself unable to ignore the fates of Men, as he had been unable to during the War of the Ring.
"I found her near the Gap of Rohan. She was pursued by a small band of Orcs, led by Uruk-hai. They killed her mount, and would have done the same to her had I not interfered."
"There is something else, as well."
Haldir nodded. "She is Umbrul's betrothed."
Thranduil exploded with an Elvish curse, but Haldir continued. "Her mother sold her to him."
"Sold! Now Men claim ownership over one another!" Thranduil's eyes flashed fury, fury that Haldir remembered feeling when Nyara had explained her situation many days before.
"Yes, my Lord. But Nyara, that is her name, rather than wedding him, took a horse and ran away."
Thranduil was silent for a moment. "I do not know why Umbrul would wish to make such an arrangement. But Nyara, as you call her, is a part of this now, and she must remain so until the end."
"She has already sworn that she will do nothing else. But she has no knowledge of battle, no skills in fighting."
"That can be remedied easily enough, Haldir. You are a good teacher. I will supply weapons to fit a young woman of her stature, and armor, and you will aid her in learning the use of them."
Thranduil was right, of course. Nyara would have to be taught to fight if she were to be involved in this battle. Perhaps he could teach her enough that she could defend herself. "Thank you, my Lord. And now I must ask you, where is Celeborn?"
Thranduil's face grew a little sad as he spoke. "I am sorry, my friend. Celeborn grew weary of this realm, for without Galadriel here it held no joy for him. He has returned to Imladris, to dwell with the sons of Elrond. There he will remain until he takes ship to Valinor."
"Then we will journey next to find him. Will you go with us, Thranduil?" Haldir couldn't help but ask. Thranduil was not only a wise and benevolent King, he was also a formidable ally in battle. His help would be welcome in any aspect.
"I must think on this. My people must be informed of these events, and we will hold council to decide what we must do. But first you must rest. Your friend will be welcome in my Halls for as long as you remain here. I should like to learn from her what has become of the world of Men." He touched Haldir's shoulder. "So come. We will escort you to my home, and you will take some rest, and eat. Tomorrow we shall hold council on these matters. I shall send for weapons and armor for your friend. Nyara is her name?"
"Yes. Nyara Ravencrow, Thranduil. She will prove trustworthy in this, I assure you. Perhaps when you meet her, you will sense what I sense. There is something different in her blood that I cannot conceive. I know her, but I do not."
Thranduil studied Haldir closely. "This girl already shows her affect on you. Perhaps her part in this is more grand than I had anticipated." Then he turned and made his way back to where he had left Nyara and the other Elves, and Haldir was left speechless. There was naught to do but follow the King.
They found Nyara sitting stone-like upon Steelsheen's back. Her chin was upturned, and determination seeped from every pore. She was definitely nervous, perhaps even a little afraid. He hurried to her side, and she gave him a grateful smile.
"You came back," she breathed.
"Did I not give you my word that I would return?" he said, and offered her his hand so that she could dismount.
"You did."
Her feet now on solid ground, she gazed around at the Elves before her. From this level they seemed even more intimidating. They still wore no particular expression, save perhaps a curious distrust, as before. "What happens now?"
"Thranduil has invited us to stay as guests in his Halls. No, not in the dungeons," he said, finding himself fighting back a laugh at the horrified expression on her face. "Tonight there will be a feast, and then we will rest. Tomorrow he has said he will hold council on these matters, and you are to attend them as a guest and as an important part of this journey."
"Me? Why am I important?"
"Because you are Umbrul's intended, his bride-to-be, and there must be a reason why he would enter into such a situation. You, whether you know it or not, are part of his plan to take over Middle-earth, as the Dark Lord himself once tried to do."
Nyara had no time to reply, for the Elf that had spoken to Haldir before now approached them. He gazed straight into her eyes, and Nyara felt shaken to her soul. Still, she did not flinch from him, but gazed steadily back. His eyes were an icy blue, pale as a cold dawn, but in them she saw no malice nor mistrust.
For a moment, she feared he would see something within her that would doom her. But then he blinked, and smiled. It was a small smile, barely recognizable, but enough to reassure her that he did not think her evil.
"You are Nyara Ravencrow," he said, now speaking in the Common Tongue so that she could understand him.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied, bowing her head in deference to his title. This seemed to impress him, for he smiled again.
"I see in you much light, young one, and many other things. Yet I see that you are trustworthy and loyal, a servant of the Light perhaps. Many things you will be ere too long, and you are welcome in my house. I am King Thranduil, and this is my kingdom," he said, sweeping an arm out wide to indicate the forest beyond them. "As long as you remain here you may walk free, but I warn you not to go too far from the palace. There are things in this forest that you have never seen and would be unprepared to defend yourself against should you stumble upon them."
Nyara nodded and inclined her head again, and Thranduil turned to Haldir. "Come, my friend. Soon, we will feast, and then you must rest. Tomorrow we will make our plans known."
Haldir spoke his agreement, and helped Nyara mount up again.
"Where are we going, Haldir?" she asked as he leapt up behind her.
"To Thranduil's palace. I have not been there in many long years. I wonder if it will have changed in such a span of time."
His thoughts seemed to turn inward, and Nyara fell silent, watching the woods pass them by. She couldn't remember seeing such beauty in a place of such closeness. The trees seemed to make a false ceiling that allowed light through in shafts that sparkled down to the ground and illuminated the forest floor. It was surreal to be walking moving through it, almost like a dream she wished never to wake from.
She couldn't help thinking, as they made their way to Thranduil's palace, that even if it meant her own death she would never allow such a beautiful place to fall to darkness.....
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Elvish Translations: "Oio na elealla alasse, Haldir," translates to: "Ever is thy sight a joy, Haldir."
"Aaye, Thranduil. Nae saian luume," translates to: "Hail, Thranduil. It has been too long."
"Creoso a'baramin, mellonamin. Cila amin," translates to: "Welcome to my home, my friend. Follow me."
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If you have any questions or comments, feel free to email me! Of course, REVIEWS are always welcome! I love to know what you think. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!!! Next part to follow soon!
Cheers!!!
~Rhiana~
Chapter Five
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Author's Note: Alright, on to chapter five already! Hope you're enjoying this, as before! Also, if you have any questions about facts, or comments,
or if I've had a blonde moment and misstated a fact, let me know!!!
My email address is: buffypeaches@hotmail.com
Feel free to use it if you like! Thanks for reading!
Also, translations for any Elvish used in this story will be at the end of the chapter! If you have any questions about THAT, feel free to get ahold
of me too!
Now, on to the story!!!
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Nyara woke to the gentle prodding of Haldir shaking her shoulder. "What is it, Haldir?" she asked, sleep fogging her voice as she struggled to swim up from her sea of sleep. She had dreamt disturbing dreams this night, and they niggled at the back of her mind.
Haldir nodded ahead of them. "We have reached Eryn Lasgalen. Thranduil is not far away. His people will likely find us and take us to him. Do not fear them, though they may be mistrustful of you because you are mortal. They have not had dealings with Men in many long years."
"I am not afraid," Nyara said, straightening her back and tilting her chin. She did not see Haldir's smile at the stubborn gesture. In truth, she was scared and excited all at once. All her life she'd dreamt of seeing a real Elf, and suddenly all her thoughts were being made flesh. Haldir was an amazing specimen of Elf Lord in full splendor, and she knew she would remember him all her days. The way he'd saved her life, especially. She shuddered to think at what fate may have befallen her had he not come along.
"This is the same road Bilbo took on his first quest with the Dwarves. I'm afraid Thranduil's people held no love for them then, for the Dwarves and Bilbo created much turmoil during their stay. They locked the Dwarves in the dungeons of the palace, and Bilbo managed to free them. Then they stuffed themselves inside wine barrels and floated their way out of captivity, down the river."
Nyara laughed softly. "I have never read that tale before, but I know of Bilbo. Frodo was his nephew, wasn't he?"
Haldir nodded. "If not for Frodo, it's likely that Middle-earth would be a far different place than you know. It would be a place in darkness, ruled by all things evil. I do not often think on this, for it is too terrible a thought to dwell on."
"Do you think you can stop Umbrul, Haldir?"
He was silent for a long moment. Nyara wondered if she had overstepped a line that mustn't be crossed. But then Haldir spoke.
"I do not know if I have the strength to defeat Umbrul. He is something...different. I know not of him as Man or Elf. Perhaps I will kill him. Then, it is possible that he might kill me. To this, I have no answer."
Nyara was shaken as a sudden realization wove itself through her mind: she didn't want Haldir to die. It seemed unfair that such a noble Elf Lord should fall to such evil. Unintentionally, she leaned back against Haldir's chest, seeking the warmth and light that his very presence emanated. It was strange to her that she should feel such attachment after only a few days, but there it was. He was the closest thing to a true friend she had ever known. Perhaps that was why she felt such a need for him to be near.
Haldir's thoughts were similar. It was unlike him to allow someone so close, especially a mortal like Nyara. Where had his cold, hard façade gone that he could open up so easily to this young woman? Likely it was that he had saved her life, and now felt a certain responsibility toward her. Then again, perhaps it was simply that she was the only mortal who ever gave him real hope, save Aragorn.
She reminded him of his old friend, in many ways. There was that same stoic resolve to do what was right that radiated from her. Also, he found in her eyes knowledge beyond her years, which he couldn't guess to be more than twenty. So young to have experienced so much. He saw in her shadows of a past with many dark memories. To his Elf eyes she was more than some peasant girl whose mother had sold her for a profit; there was something else, something in her blood that gave him pause and told him to look closer. And each time he did, all he could see were faces. Faramir, Eowyn, Theoden, and Boromir, the man who given his life to save two Halflings from certain death. He couldn't explain these faces, nor why he should see them when he looked at Nyara.
Perhaps Thranduil and Celeborn would also have these answers for him. Often they sent Elves to the cities to scout and bring back news. Surely they would know more of this matter. Nyara was more than she seemed to know, though he wasn't sure how that was possible.
A sound caught his ear, and he turned his head to the left suddenly, making Nyara jump.
"What is it, Haldir?" she asked, and he held a finger to his lips.
"Thranduil's people have come to greet us. Let me speak to them, and speak only if you are addressed in the Common Tongue."
Relieved that she did not argue, he drew Steelsheen to a halt. Shapes materialized before them then, until six Elves surrounded the large stallion. Before him, Nyara drew a sharp breath. Seeing so many Elves when one had never before been witness to such beauty was a shock for her, but to her credit she remained silent.
One of the Elves stepped to the front, and Haldir smiled. King Thranduil himself had come, a great compliment. He was robed in autumn colors and greens, a wreath upon his head. Long blonde hair flowed down his back, a mark of many Ages gone by. His face was fair and young, and there was a light in his eye that spoke of his happiness in seeing Haldir once more.
"Oio na elealla alasse, Haldir," he said, placing his hand over his heart.
Haldir smiled and nodded, returning the gesture. "Aaye, Thranduil. Nae saian luume."
"Creoso a'baramin, mellonamin. Cila amin." With a curt nod and a curious glance in Nyara's direction, Thranduil turned from Haldir and walked aways ahead.
"What's going on, Haldir?" Nyara whispered, anxious now and little less relaxed than before. "What did he say?"
"He is King Thranduil, ruler of this realm, and he wishes to speak with me, Nyara. I must follow him, and you must stay here and wait for me." Haldir dismounted and, sensing her distress, placed a hand atop hers where they rested on Steelsheen's neck. "Do not fear. I will return soon."
Then he turned away and was soon gone. Nyara tried to remain unruffled by the distrustful stares of the Elves left to guard her, but it was no easy task. Still, she managed to study them without appearing rude, and was dazzled at what she saw.
They were all tall by the standards of Men, and strongly built. Most had long white blonde hair, a color she had never before seen save on Haldir. There were bows on their backs that she knew they were more than capable of using. In all, they were beautiful, and a light radiated from them that she could not explain. She decided she must ask Haldir about that later.
Ahead of her, Haldir and Thranduil spoke in their own language.
"What of the girl, then?" Thranduil asked. Haldir had already related the entire story of his quest, and the purpose for him being there. Thranduil had promised what aid he could, though he knew that he would not remain in Middle-earth much longer. Still, he found himself unable to ignore the fates of Men, as he had been unable to during the War of the Ring.
"I found her near the Gap of Rohan. She was pursued by a small band of Orcs, led by Uruk-hai. They killed her mount, and would have done the same to her had I not interfered."
"There is something else, as well."
Haldir nodded. "She is Umbrul's betrothed."
Thranduil exploded with an Elvish curse, but Haldir continued. "Her mother sold her to him."
"Sold! Now Men claim ownership over one another!" Thranduil's eyes flashed fury, fury that Haldir remembered feeling when Nyara had explained her situation many days before.
"Yes, my Lord. But Nyara, that is her name, rather than wedding him, took a horse and ran away."
Thranduil was silent for a moment. "I do not know why Umbrul would wish to make such an arrangement. But Nyara, as you call her, is a part of this now, and she must remain so until the end."
"She has already sworn that she will do nothing else. But she has no knowledge of battle, no skills in fighting."
"That can be remedied easily enough, Haldir. You are a good teacher. I will supply weapons to fit a young woman of her stature, and armor, and you will aid her in learning the use of them."
Thranduil was right, of course. Nyara would have to be taught to fight if she were to be involved in this battle. Perhaps he could teach her enough that she could defend herself. "Thank you, my Lord. And now I must ask you, where is Celeborn?"
Thranduil's face grew a little sad as he spoke. "I am sorry, my friend. Celeborn grew weary of this realm, for without Galadriel here it held no joy for him. He has returned to Imladris, to dwell with the sons of Elrond. There he will remain until he takes ship to Valinor."
"Then we will journey next to find him. Will you go with us, Thranduil?" Haldir couldn't help but ask. Thranduil was not only a wise and benevolent King, he was also a formidable ally in battle. His help would be welcome in any aspect.
"I must think on this. My people must be informed of these events, and we will hold council to decide what we must do. But first you must rest. Your friend will be welcome in my Halls for as long as you remain here. I should like to learn from her what has become of the world of Men." He touched Haldir's shoulder. "So come. We will escort you to my home, and you will take some rest, and eat. Tomorrow we shall hold council on these matters. I shall send for weapons and armor for your friend. Nyara is her name?"
"Yes. Nyara Ravencrow, Thranduil. She will prove trustworthy in this, I assure you. Perhaps when you meet her, you will sense what I sense. There is something different in her blood that I cannot conceive. I know her, but I do not."
Thranduil studied Haldir closely. "This girl already shows her affect on you. Perhaps her part in this is more grand than I had anticipated." Then he turned and made his way back to where he had left Nyara and the other Elves, and Haldir was left speechless. There was naught to do but follow the King.
They found Nyara sitting stone-like upon Steelsheen's back. Her chin was upturned, and determination seeped from every pore. She was definitely nervous, perhaps even a little afraid. He hurried to her side, and she gave him a grateful smile.
"You came back," she breathed.
"Did I not give you my word that I would return?" he said, and offered her his hand so that she could dismount.
"You did."
Her feet now on solid ground, she gazed around at the Elves before her. From this level they seemed even more intimidating. They still wore no particular expression, save perhaps a curious distrust, as before. "What happens now?"
"Thranduil has invited us to stay as guests in his Halls. No, not in the dungeons," he said, finding himself fighting back a laugh at the horrified expression on her face. "Tonight there will be a feast, and then we will rest. Tomorrow he has said he will hold council on these matters, and you are to attend them as a guest and as an important part of this journey."
"Me? Why am I important?"
"Because you are Umbrul's intended, his bride-to-be, and there must be a reason why he would enter into such a situation. You, whether you know it or not, are part of his plan to take over Middle-earth, as the Dark Lord himself once tried to do."
Nyara had no time to reply, for the Elf that had spoken to Haldir before now approached them. He gazed straight into her eyes, and Nyara felt shaken to her soul. Still, she did not flinch from him, but gazed steadily back. His eyes were an icy blue, pale as a cold dawn, but in them she saw no malice nor mistrust.
For a moment, she feared he would see something within her that would doom her. But then he blinked, and smiled. It was a small smile, barely recognizable, but enough to reassure her that he did not think her evil.
"You are Nyara Ravencrow," he said, now speaking in the Common Tongue so that she could understand him.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied, bowing her head in deference to his title. This seemed to impress him, for he smiled again.
"I see in you much light, young one, and many other things. Yet I see that you are trustworthy and loyal, a servant of the Light perhaps. Many things you will be ere too long, and you are welcome in my house. I am King Thranduil, and this is my kingdom," he said, sweeping an arm out wide to indicate the forest beyond them. "As long as you remain here you may walk free, but I warn you not to go too far from the palace. There are things in this forest that you have never seen and would be unprepared to defend yourself against should you stumble upon them."
Nyara nodded and inclined her head again, and Thranduil turned to Haldir. "Come, my friend. Soon, we will feast, and then you must rest. Tomorrow we will make our plans known."
Haldir spoke his agreement, and helped Nyara mount up again.
"Where are we going, Haldir?" she asked as he leapt up behind her.
"To Thranduil's palace. I have not been there in many long years. I wonder if it will have changed in such a span of time."
His thoughts seemed to turn inward, and Nyara fell silent, watching the woods pass them by. She couldn't remember seeing such beauty in a place of such closeness. The trees seemed to make a false ceiling that allowed light through in shafts that sparkled down to the ground and illuminated the forest floor. It was surreal to be walking moving through it, almost like a dream she wished never to wake from.
She couldn't help thinking, as they made their way to Thranduil's palace, that even if it meant her own death she would never allow such a beautiful place to fall to darkness.....
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Elvish Translations: "Oio na elealla alasse, Haldir," translates to: "Ever is thy sight a joy, Haldir."
"Aaye, Thranduil. Nae saian luume," translates to: "Hail, Thranduil. It has been too long."
"Creoso a'baramin, mellonamin. Cila amin," translates to: "Welcome to my home, my friend. Follow me."
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If you have any questions or comments, feel free to email me! Of course, REVIEWS are always welcome! I love to know what you think. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!!! Next part to follow soon!
Cheers!!!
~Rhiana~