As Farath's blade came whistling down, Legolas made to push himself off the
ground. Deep down, he wanted to protect Calaen, though he had no idea why.
However, as a sharp command of 'Daro!' forced him back down. He looked on
in amazement as arrows flew from the trees and found their way into the
bodies of every single man.
Calaen however, was unconscious on the forest floor. The arrows had missed him, but Farath had stabbed the Elf twice in the stomach, before being shot down himself. There was not a blade of grass in the small clearing that was not stained crimson, and the smell of the men's blood was already over- powering.
Legolas blinked, surprised at what had just happened. How could they all be dead? Where had the killers come from? They were Elves, so probably Rivendell. The Prince pushed himself backwards and held Aradan's body to his own, hoping to keep the younger Elf warm. As black spots swam in front of his eyes, he was dimly aware of figures dropping down to the ground, and someone shouting orders.
One of the figures knelt beside Legolas and Aradan, grimacing as he took in their wounds. "Elladan, come over here! We must get them back to Rivendell!"
"You take Aradan now, for his injury looks worse than the Prince's. Your brother can follow, for I fear that Aradan will not survive if he does not receive help soon," said a soldier.
"Damn, why did we not bring Airëlus?" Elrohir muttered, as he gently pulled the unconscious Elf from Legolas' arms and into his own. "What of Calaen? Is he injured?"
"Very much so, but he still lives. What do you wish us to do with him?" asked the solider.
"He cannot be left here if there is a possibility that he can be saved," said Elladan, coming up to stand next to the fair haired Elf. "No matter what he has done, to leave him here to die would just be inhuman."
"Ah, but we are Elves, not humans," Elrohir pointed out. He glanced up then, and smiled grimly when he saw who his brother held. "Ah, it is the little charmer Tain. What a surprise. Still, at least he can do no harm whilst unconscious. Alright, if you're taking the child, Estel must take Legolas. Where is that damned Ranger?"
"Here, and less of the 'damned', thank you very much," said Aragorn, kneeling on the ground and ripping some cloth from his cloak to staunch the flow of blood coming from Legolas' injury, whilst Elrohir did the same for Aradan.
"Who is going to take Calaen back to Rivendell?" asked Elladan, watching his brothers anxiously.
"Seeing as how it was I who let them leave, I will carry him back," Iaurath volunteered. "The others will stay here and build a cairn over the fallen men. Though, I doubt they deserve one."
Elrohir nodded and stood up, holding Aradan tightly to him. He had taken a chance and removed the knife from the younger Elf's chest, though maybe that had been a mistake. Blood was spurting freely from the wound, and had already soaked the twin's tunic.
"Noro lim, Elrohir," Legolas muttered, opening one eye as his friend was helped onto a waiting horse.
"You are awake? I thought you had fallen unconscious," Aragorn said in surprise.
"No, sorry to disappoint you," Legolas replied. He opened his other eye, and glanced around at the slain men. "You see, unlike filthy edain, I am able to take whatever pain is thrown at me."
"Filthy edain? Keep talking like that, mellon nin, and you will not live to feel any more pain," Aragorn warned the Prince. "Prissy Elf," he added quietly.
Legolas merely rolled his eyes. "I heard you mention you would have to 'take' me back to Rivendell. Thank you all the same, but I am perfectly capable of riding back without help...especially from an edan, a filthy one at that."
"Right, that is quite fair enough. However, I should probably point out that when the prissy Elf loses consciousness and falls from his horse, the filthy edan will do nothing more than laugh at him," said Aragorn.
"Charming," muttered Legolas. He winced then, as a piece of cloth was tied around his shoulder.
"Sorry, I did not mean to pull so tightly," Aragorn said. He glanced down at his friend, and frowned when he saw that the Elf's eyes were shut, and he was shivering. "Legolas, are you alright? Legolas, can you hear me?"
"I...what? Oh, yes," murmured the Prince, nodding vaguely.
Elladan smiled, and motioned for Aragorn to remain silent. "Tell me, what did Estel just say?"
"Something about...prissy Elves," muttered Legolas.
"Forgive me for doing this, but you are stubborn and proud, and will not let me help you back to Rivendell," said Aragorn. "If you are asleep, at least you cannot protest."
Elladan arched an eyebrow as the Ranger hooked a thumb under Legolas' jaw, and pushed. "Estel, you have knocked the poor thing out. He will not thank you for that, what with being a prissy Elf."
"He will eventually," said Aragorn. "Come, let us leave now. I only hope that Aradan is still fighting."
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Legolas turned his had to the side slightly, though he did not open his eyes. Strange, he was in a bed. The last thing he could remember was being in the forest clearing, fighting Calaen. What had happened then? Oh yes, someone else had turned up. Who was it?
"Valar, Aradan!" Legolas cried out, sitting up sharply in bed.
"Careful, you'll do yourself an injury. Another one," Airëlus said, as his brother winced and closed his eyes.
"No, I am fine. What happened? Where is Aradan? He still lives, does he not? And what of Calaen?" asked Legolas.
Airëlus sighed, and passed the younger Elf some water. "Drink this. Elrohir left the clearing with Aradan, for his wound was a lot more dangerous than yours. As soon as he returned here, I set to work healing him."
"So, he is alright then?" asked Legolas.
"Aradan lost a lot of blood and was weak, very weak," replied Airëlus, shaking his head sadly. "He refused to accept any strength I tried to pass into him."
Begin Flashback
"The bleeding is too much to stop," hissed Thranduil, rubbing his crimson stained hand on the side of his robe. "Airëlus, can you do nothing for him?"
"I am trying, but he will not take in my strength. Whatever I give him is merely resisted by him, which only destroys the power," replied the healer helplessly, pushing down on his patient's chest. "I do not understand why he refuses it."
"Don't let me die," whispered Aradan.
"No, you are not going to," Thranduil said, glancing desperately at Elrond.
The Elven-lord had been watching the proceedings quietly, and his brow was creased as he tried to fathom what was happening. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and he cursed violently. Airëlus pulled a bloodied hand from Aradan's chest and pushed some stray strands of hair from his eyes, and gestured for Elrond to speak.
"What is it?"
"I know why your strength is being refused," the Lord replied in a low voice. "Aradan himself wants to accept it, his soul is screaming for it, but his body is what's pushing it away. He has been hurt in a way worse than we imagined."
"What is it?" asked Thranduil tensely.
"His heart is bleeding. Not so much emotionally, but physically," replied Elrond.
End Flashback
Legolas closed his eyes briefly in despair, before re-opening them to look up at his brother. "But if Aradan's heart is bleeding, that would mean he has little chance of survival, despite your powers."
"Not a little chance," Airëlus whispered. "He has no chance."
"He will die," Legolas breathed.
The healer nodded, and as he did so, a single tear fell. "I failed. It was my job to protect him, but-
"No. Fate is not something which can be controlled," cut in Legolas. "Everyone knows you did your best, and you can do nothing more than that."
Airëlus sighed, but nodded slowly. "Hmm. I have already said my goodbyes, and I think Ada is watching over him right now. Do you wish to go also?"
"Yes," Legolas nodded. He paused, and looked up at his brother. "You have not yet spoken of Calaen."
"Put it this way: the fact that the innocent die and the guilty live is ironic, do you not think?" replied Airëlus, eyes flashing slightly. "Calaen still lives."
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Thranduil leant forwards and rested his head in his hands. He was sitting at the side of Aradan's bed, and had been for ten minutes, since Airëlus had left. The dark haired Elf was not bleeding as badly as before, but the damage had already been done.
"I thought I was afraid of death," Aradan murmured. "Now I am in its clutches though, I feel no fear. Instead, I feel somewhat...calm."
'Your spirit is slowly leaving your body,' thought Thranduil, 'ridding you of pain.'
"I find it funny that it takes something as tragic as this to make me feel wanted," continued Aradan. "When I was with my father, I felt un-important, yet I was not at death's door. Now though, I have little time left on Middle Earth, yet I will be happy when I depart, for I know there were people who cared."
"Yes, we all care," said Thranduil gently. "I only wish there had been more time for us to care before."
Aradan exhaled deeply, and stared up at the ceiling. "I am never going to see Mirkwood again. I am never going to see you or your sons ever again. I am never again going to see that which I have dreamed of. My dream never was, and never will be, anything."
"Rest. Do not use up your remaining strength," said Thranduil softly.
As the younger Elf closed his eyes, the door opened. Legolas came in, an expression of confusion on his face, as though he could not quite comprehend what was happening. Behind him was Airëlus, and he stood quietly at the side of the room. The younger Elf went forwards though, and stood behind his father.
"Here, have my seat," Thranduil said, standing up and moving away from the bed. He let his gaze linger on Aradan's pale face for a moment, then he sighed deeply.
"Thank you," Legolas replied quietly. He sat down, and touched a gentle hand to Aradan's shoulder. "When I stepped in front of Farath's blade, I thought I was saving your life."
"You did," murmured Aradan.
Thranduil glanced sideways at Airëlus, and arched an enquiring eyebrow. The healer merely shrugged his shoulders. This information was new to the both of them. All they had heard was how Aradan had come to be in the clearing, and how he had been injured. That Legolas had put his life in jeopardy was a revelation.
"Maybe I saved you in the clearing, but then again, maybe it is my fault you are in this position now," the Prince continued. "If I had not ducked, then Calaen's knife would have got me, not you."
"Yes, but you did not know it was I in the tree," Aradan replied quietly. "In a way, I am glad it was not you who took the weapon. If you had died, you would lose so much. But it is different for me."
Legolas cocked his head to one side. "I see no difference."
"What you have never had, you will not miss," said Aradan. He coughed gently, and winced at the pain. "Calaen will not care if I die, and to everyone else, I am merely another Elf. I am one among hundreds, thousands."
"No, do not think like that," said Legolas fiercely. "Aradan, do not think for one moment that we do not care. Of course we do."
"I...I know. I just wanted to hear it from you," Aradan breathed. "I..." He trailed off then, and a shadow passed over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and it was with one final effort that he murmured: "I wanted it to be the last thing I ever heard."
Legolas bit down on his lip as the dark haired Elf's eyes fluttered. He leant forwards, close to Aradan's ear, and whispered softly, so that the words would remain private. "I will always care."
Aradan opened his eyes for just a brief moment, and locked them onto Legolas'. The now gentle blue depths were the last thing he saw in Arda, though in the Halls of Mandos, the words of Mirkwood's Prince played over and over again for him.
Legolas let out a deep sigh and bowed his head, muttering an Elvish prayer for the one who had passed one. Thranduil and Airëlus came forwards to stand silently behind the golden haired Elf, staring down at Aradan. They remained quiet, though their hearts grieved.
Aradan, son of Calaen, was dead.
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Legolas-gurl88: Yeah, Legolas is very, very sweet, and yes, those DAMN humans! Why must they insist on coming along and ruining everything?! Well, they got their comeuppance!
Idril Miriel: You know a guy who's a bit like Tain? Creepy!
Leeanne: Thanks for the advice!
October Skye: Yeah, I like Calaen that way as well. Pity he wasn't always like that...
That Undomiel Chick: Do you have any more of those cookies lying around?
Rutu: Yeah, I totally understand what you mean about Corelen. The thing with him though, is that he had never been good, he was just evil through and through. At least with Calaen we know that he used to be a lovely Elf. Hee hee, yeah, I always give Legolas a different family! I don't know why!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: It would be really nice to see a change in Calaen, and I'm still debating with myself about what to do!
Rachel13: Yeah, I've found that 'poof' doesn't work as well as it used to!
Warriormaid 3000: Thanks so much for the compliment. Well, how do I come up with my ideas? Um....I have a basic storyline, and I write the first chapter with very little planning. Like, I plan the characters and all, but not the actual plot line and where its gonna go. Every single one of my ideas has come while I write them down, except for a few. Like, as soon as I started 'A Brother's Jealousy', I knew that Airëlus was gonna die. I don't know, I just put my pen on paper, and ideas come!
Kelsey: No, Legolas won't go back to the way he used to be. Yeah, I also like the rarer side of Calaen!
The Last Hope: Thanks so much for the nice review! Yeah, Calaen reconciling with his entire family would be nice. I guess you'll have to wait and see!!!
Halimanya: I'm glad you liked that! I love Calaen, no matter what he's done!
I am sorry. I am so, so, SO sorry. In fact, I may just have to jump on a plane and fly to my private country, where no-one will be able to track me down. Really, I'm so sorry. Please don't eat me. Please? The whole 'caring' thing that went on between Aradan and Legolas was based on a real life happening, between me and one of my friends. You didn't need to know that, but I thought I'd tell you anyway. Misto. PS: I'm so sorry.
Calaen however, was unconscious on the forest floor. The arrows had missed him, but Farath had stabbed the Elf twice in the stomach, before being shot down himself. There was not a blade of grass in the small clearing that was not stained crimson, and the smell of the men's blood was already over- powering.
Legolas blinked, surprised at what had just happened. How could they all be dead? Where had the killers come from? They were Elves, so probably Rivendell. The Prince pushed himself backwards and held Aradan's body to his own, hoping to keep the younger Elf warm. As black spots swam in front of his eyes, he was dimly aware of figures dropping down to the ground, and someone shouting orders.
One of the figures knelt beside Legolas and Aradan, grimacing as he took in their wounds. "Elladan, come over here! We must get them back to Rivendell!"
"You take Aradan now, for his injury looks worse than the Prince's. Your brother can follow, for I fear that Aradan will not survive if he does not receive help soon," said a soldier.
"Damn, why did we not bring Airëlus?" Elrohir muttered, as he gently pulled the unconscious Elf from Legolas' arms and into his own. "What of Calaen? Is he injured?"
"Very much so, but he still lives. What do you wish us to do with him?" asked the solider.
"He cannot be left here if there is a possibility that he can be saved," said Elladan, coming up to stand next to the fair haired Elf. "No matter what he has done, to leave him here to die would just be inhuman."
"Ah, but we are Elves, not humans," Elrohir pointed out. He glanced up then, and smiled grimly when he saw who his brother held. "Ah, it is the little charmer Tain. What a surprise. Still, at least he can do no harm whilst unconscious. Alright, if you're taking the child, Estel must take Legolas. Where is that damned Ranger?"
"Here, and less of the 'damned', thank you very much," said Aragorn, kneeling on the ground and ripping some cloth from his cloak to staunch the flow of blood coming from Legolas' injury, whilst Elrohir did the same for Aradan.
"Who is going to take Calaen back to Rivendell?" asked Elladan, watching his brothers anxiously.
"Seeing as how it was I who let them leave, I will carry him back," Iaurath volunteered. "The others will stay here and build a cairn over the fallen men. Though, I doubt they deserve one."
Elrohir nodded and stood up, holding Aradan tightly to him. He had taken a chance and removed the knife from the younger Elf's chest, though maybe that had been a mistake. Blood was spurting freely from the wound, and had already soaked the twin's tunic.
"Noro lim, Elrohir," Legolas muttered, opening one eye as his friend was helped onto a waiting horse.
"You are awake? I thought you had fallen unconscious," Aragorn said in surprise.
"No, sorry to disappoint you," Legolas replied. He opened his other eye, and glanced around at the slain men. "You see, unlike filthy edain, I am able to take whatever pain is thrown at me."
"Filthy edain? Keep talking like that, mellon nin, and you will not live to feel any more pain," Aragorn warned the Prince. "Prissy Elf," he added quietly.
Legolas merely rolled his eyes. "I heard you mention you would have to 'take' me back to Rivendell. Thank you all the same, but I am perfectly capable of riding back without help...especially from an edan, a filthy one at that."
"Right, that is quite fair enough. However, I should probably point out that when the prissy Elf loses consciousness and falls from his horse, the filthy edan will do nothing more than laugh at him," said Aragorn.
"Charming," muttered Legolas. He winced then, as a piece of cloth was tied around his shoulder.
"Sorry, I did not mean to pull so tightly," Aragorn said. He glanced down at his friend, and frowned when he saw that the Elf's eyes were shut, and he was shivering. "Legolas, are you alright? Legolas, can you hear me?"
"I...what? Oh, yes," murmured the Prince, nodding vaguely.
Elladan smiled, and motioned for Aragorn to remain silent. "Tell me, what did Estel just say?"
"Something about...prissy Elves," muttered Legolas.
"Forgive me for doing this, but you are stubborn and proud, and will not let me help you back to Rivendell," said Aragorn. "If you are asleep, at least you cannot protest."
Elladan arched an eyebrow as the Ranger hooked a thumb under Legolas' jaw, and pushed. "Estel, you have knocked the poor thing out. He will not thank you for that, what with being a prissy Elf."
"He will eventually," said Aragorn. "Come, let us leave now. I only hope that Aradan is still fighting."
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Legolas turned his had to the side slightly, though he did not open his eyes. Strange, he was in a bed. The last thing he could remember was being in the forest clearing, fighting Calaen. What had happened then? Oh yes, someone else had turned up. Who was it?
"Valar, Aradan!" Legolas cried out, sitting up sharply in bed.
"Careful, you'll do yourself an injury. Another one," Airëlus said, as his brother winced and closed his eyes.
"No, I am fine. What happened? Where is Aradan? He still lives, does he not? And what of Calaen?" asked Legolas.
Airëlus sighed, and passed the younger Elf some water. "Drink this. Elrohir left the clearing with Aradan, for his wound was a lot more dangerous than yours. As soon as he returned here, I set to work healing him."
"So, he is alright then?" asked Legolas.
"Aradan lost a lot of blood and was weak, very weak," replied Airëlus, shaking his head sadly. "He refused to accept any strength I tried to pass into him."
Begin Flashback
"The bleeding is too much to stop," hissed Thranduil, rubbing his crimson stained hand on the side of his robe. "Airëlus, can you do nothing for him?"
"I am trying, but he will not take in my strength. Whatever I give him is merely resisted by him, which only destroys the power," replied the healer helplessly, pushing down on his patient's chest. "I do not understand why he refuses it."
"Don't let me die," whispered Aradan.
"No, you are not going to," Thranduil said, glancing desperately at Elrond.
The Elven-lord had been watching the proceedings quietly, and his brow was creased as he tried to fathom what was happening. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and he cursed violently. Airëlus pulled a bloodied hand from Aradan's chest and pushed some stray strands of hair from his eyes, and gestured for Elrond to speak.
"What is it?"
"I know why your strength is being refused," the Lord replied in a low voice. "Aradan himself wants to accept it, his soul is screaming for it, but his body is what's pushing it away. He has been hurt in a way worse than we imagined."
"What is it?" asked Thranduil tensely.
"His heart is bleeding. Not so much emotionally, but physically," replied Elrond.
End Flashback
Legolas closed his eyes briefly in despair, before re-opening them to look up at his brother. "But if Aradan's heart is bleeding, that would mean he has little chance of survival, despite your powers."
"Not a little chance," Airëlus whispered. "He has no chance."
"He will die," Legolas breathed.
The healer nodded, and as he did so, a single tear fell. "I failed. It was my job to protect him, but-
"No. Fate is not something which can be controlled," cut in Legolas. "Everyone knows you did your best, and you can do nothing more than that."
Airëlus sighed, but nodded slowly. "Hmm. I have already said my goodbyes, and I think Ada is watching over him right now. Do you wish to go also?"
"Yes," Legolas nodded. He paused, and looked up at his brother. "You have not yet spoken of Calaen."
"Put it this way: the fact that the innocent die and the guilty live is ironic, do you not think?" replied Airëlus, eyes flashing slightly. "Calaen still lives."
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Thranduil leant forwards and rested his head in his hands. He was sitting at the side of Aradan's bed, and had been for ten minutes, since Airëlus had left. The dark haired Elf was not bleeding as badly as before, but the damage had already been done.
"I thought I was afraid of death," Aradan murmured. "Now I am in its clutches though, I feel no fear. Instead, I feel somewhat...calm."
'Your spirit is slowly leaving your body,' thought Thranduil, 'ridding you of pain.'
"I find it funny that it takes something as tragic as this to make me feel wanted," continued Aradan. "When I was with my father, I felt un-important, yet I was not at death's door. Now though, I have little time left on Middle Earth, yet I will be happy when I depart, for I know there were people who cared."
"Yes, we all care," said Thranduil gently. "I only wish there had been more time for us to care before."
Aradan exhaled deeply, and stared up at the ceiling. "I am never going to see Mirkwood again. I am never going to see you or your sons ever again. I am never again going to see that which I have dreamed of. My dream never was, and never will be, anything."
"Rest. Do not use up your remaining strength," said Thranduil softly.
As the younger Elf closed his eyes, the door opened. Legolas came in, an expression of confusion on his face, as though he could not quite comprehend what was happening. Behind him was Airëlus, and he stood quietly at the side of the room. The younger Elf went forwards though, and stood behind his father.
"Here, have my seat," Thranduil said, standing up and moving away from the bed. He let his gaze linger on Aradan's pale face for a moment, then he sighed deeply.
"Thank you," Legolas replied quietly. He sat down, and touched a gentle hand to Aradan's shoulder. "When I stepped in front of Farath's blade, I thought I was saving your life."
"You did," murmured Aradan.
Thranduil glanced sideways at Airëlus, and arched an enquiring eyebrow. The healer merely shrugged his shoulders. This information was new to the both of them. All they had heard was how Aradan had come to be in the clearing, and how he had been injured. That Legolas had put his life in jeopardy was a revelation.
"Maybe I saved you in the clearing, but then again, maybe it is my fault you are in this position now," the Prince continued. "If I had not ducked, then Calaen's knife would have got me, not you."
"Yes, but you did not know it was I in the tree," Aradan replied quietly. "In a way, I am glad it was not you who took the weapon. If you had died, you would lose so much. But it is different for me."
Legolas cocked his head to one side. "I see no difference."
"What you have never had, you will not miss," said Aradan. He coughed gently, and winced at the pain. "Calaen will not care if I die, and to everyone else, I am merely another Elf. I am one among hundreds, thousands."
"No, do not think like that," said Legolas fiercely. "Aradan, do not think for one moment that we do not care. Of course we do."
"I...I know. I just wanted to hear it from you," Aradan breathed. "I..." He trailed off then, and a shadow passed over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and it was with one final effort that he murmured: "I wanted it to be the last thing I ever heard."
Legolas bit down on his lip as the dark haired Elf's eyes fluttered. He leant forwards, close to Aradan's ear, and whispered softly, so that the words would remain private. "I will always care."
Aradan opened his eyes for just a brief moment, and locked them onto Legolas'. The now gentle blue depths were the last thing he saw in Arda, though in the Halls of Mandos, the words of Mirkwood's Prince played over and over again for him.
Legolas let out a deep sigh and bowed his head, muttering an Elvish prayer for the one who had passed one. Thranduil and Airëlus came forwards to stand silently behind the golden haired Elf, staring down at Aradan. They remained quiet, though their hearts grieved.
Aradan, son of Calaen, was dead.
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Legolas-gurl88: Yeah, Legolas is very, very sweet, and yes, those DAMN humans! Why must they insist on coming along and ruining everything?! Well, they got their comeuppance!
Idril Miriel: You know a guy who's a bit like Tain? Creepy!
Leeanne: Thanks for the advice!
October Skye: Yeah, I like Calaen that way as well. Pity he wasn't always like that...
That Undomiel Chick: Do you have any more of those cookies lying around?
Rutu: Yeah, I totally understand what you mean about Corelen. The thing with him though, is that he had never been good, he was just evil through and through. At least with Calaen we know that he used to be a lovely Elf. Hee hee, yeah, I always give Legolas a different family! I don't know why!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: It would be really nice to see a change in Calaen, and I'm still debating with myself about what to do!
Rachel13: Yeah, I've found that 'poof' doesn't work as well as it used to!
Warriormaid 3000: Thanks so much for the compliment. Well, how do I come up with my ideas? Um....I have a basic storyline, and I write the first chapter with very little planning. Like, I plan the characters and all, but not the actual plot line and where its gonna go. Every single one of my ideas has come while I write them down, except for a few. Like, as soon as I started 'A Brother's Jealousy', I knew that Airëlus was gonna die. I don't know, I just put my pen on paper, and ideas come!
Kelsey: No, Legolas won't go back to the way he used to be. Yeah, I also like the rarer side of Calaen!
The Last Hope: Thanks so much for the nice review! Yeah, Calaen reconciling with his entire family would be nice. I guess you'll have to wait and see!!!
Halimanya: I'm glad you liked that! I love Calaen, no matter what he's done!
I am sorry. I am so, so, SO sorry. In fact, I may just have to jump on a plane and fly to my private country, where no-one will be able to track me down. Really, I'm so sorry. Please don't eat me. Please? The whole 'caring' thing that went on between Aradan and Legolas was based on a real life happening, between me and one of my friends. You didn't need to know that, but I thought I'd tell you anyway. Misto. PS: I'm so sorry.