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Disclaimer: As always, my imagination will never allow me the pleasure of dreaming up such wonderful characters, all credits are to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson for creating such fantastic characters for us to drool on. Especially Legolas. I thank thee for such a cute elf.
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They set out immediately the next morning at dawn. Both Princes taking 1 company of 100 elves in each, and made their way out of Mirkwood, with the prayers and blessings of all people of Mirkwood. As the two brothers rode in silence, their thoughts carried them to the Distant Lands, which they knew nothing off, except a map each with the basic ways to find their way through. No elves has wondered furthur than the North Border of Middle Earth. When their Company reached Forodwaith, the Last City which has the thickest forest that separates Middle Earth and the Distant Lands, they split into two on the Great Road North, one heading for the East, another for the West.
"I guess it is time." murmured Melandîn softly to Legolas, who was sitting stiffly on his horse. Who won't be stiff after making haste for 4 weeks for the border, which would normally take twice the amount of time, getting through the various traps that was left.
"I guess so." Legolas replied softly and dismounted from his horse, and strided over to his elder brother.
"Well..." began Melandîn as he eyed the rising sun.
"Stay in one piece." smiled Legolas.
"You too." laughed Melandîn as he thought about his witty brother who hardly manages to stay in one piece without being patched up so often.
"You should be extra careful, their borders are thick, and has evil lurking around, it won't be easy to cross them." said Legolas softly as he eyed the dark, cold surrounding.
"I guess that applies to you as well, take care little brother, Ada will have my head if anything happens to our little Princeling." teased Melandîn which got Legolas hitting him playfully on the ribs.
"Who are you called Princeling? I am 2931 years old, going into 2932." retorted Legolas.
"Still, compared to my age, you will always be young." laughed Melandîn and ruffled Legolas' hair in brotherly affection.
"Now stop ruining my hair will you? Lets go." laughed Legolas as he rearranged his hair.
"Well, Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya Penneth." said Melandîn, and hugged Legolas tightly.
"Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. Namárië." replied Legolas and returned the hug.
"Namárië." said Melandîn and walked back to his horse and climbed on. Waved a farewell and rode without looking back, with the fear of it being the last time he will see his youngest brother standing there, looking sadly at the retreating image of his elder brother.
"We will meet soon!! If not, we will see you back at home!" he heard Legolas' yell and smiled, before turning his head back and gave his youngest brother a smile and a wave of goodbye.
Legolas watched his elder brother ride off into the distance, with a heavy heart, he ordered the men to keep moving and make haste, hopefully to get to the edge of the border as soon as possible. He quietly prayed that it wouldn't be the last time he will ever see his brother.
As he quietly moved away towards the border, he doesn't know what will be in mind for him before he reaches the border, something evil stirs.
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Not knowing what was going on, on the other side of the Border, a young Maiden Elf was leading a hunting troop into the forest, hoping to catch some prey for their store, as it has been running low. She slowly walked down the hill and into the thicket, which was filled with life and buzzing with the insects.
"Now, aim properly then shoot. Not the females please, and not the babies." her sweet melodic voice rang through the thicket as she heard arrows being fired.
"Yes Princess!" the troops yelled and aimed for their target.
She slowly walked around the trees, listening to their daily reports of the news beyond their border. She lent against a tree, listening to them as they told her the wonderful tales of the world beyond their border, before she spotted a deer, and in a blink of an eye, has sent an arrow, flying so true to its target, and it dropped dead.
Her hunters applauded at the archery skill of the young Princess and went to retrieve the fallen animal.
Suddenly, the Princess tensed and swiftly got on her horse and ran into the distance. With the rest of the troops splitting up to follow the princess others to go back and take back their hunt.
As the other elves tore after their Princess for a few hours long, they suddenly stopped and looked to see where their Princess as gone. Their eyes widened with fear as they saw her still riding, riding towards the eastern border with haste. And without giving their horses a well deserved break, they ran after her until the sun was nearly down and finally stopped as the princess dismounted and disappeared onto the trees.
Leaving their horses, they ran up the trees and a few climbed onto the one bearing the princess.
"Your Highness, what is wrong?" asked one of her guards.
"There is evil beyond the border, they are killing elves!" the Princess cried in Anguish.
"You can hear them from here, there are Orcs, we need to help them." the princess cried and darted beyond their borders by the trees.
"What are you doing?" cried one of the guards, "Follow her and defend her!" and the rest of the company tore through the trees and darted to where a fierce fight was happening with the Wood Elves and the Orcs.
With a silent nod from the Princess, the warrior spread through the trees and formed a midair circle, before they fired arrow and knives at the Orcs that were killing and wounding the elves. Without knowing what was going on, the Orcs were quickly dead from the deadly firing of the arrows.
The Princess descended onto the floor and surveyed the horrid scene which greeted her. The Elves, some cut up, some torn into pieces, others sprouted arrows from their backs and laid in a bloody mess. Fighting back Nausea, she ordered her warriors to search them and make sure the seriously wounded are taken back beyond the borders to help, and the dead to be buried and a Plank to be erected in place for name carving. And the Orcs to be dragged into a clearing and burnt.
She slowly walked through the bloodied churned grass to look for survivors, some were injured so badly that they needed attention on the spot, but had no medical supplies. "Quickly go back to Ada." said the Princess, "Take them back, I will come soon." she said and shooed the warriors who were all covered with blood and soot to go back.
A pale shape laid in the thick of a bush caught her eye. She quickly made way and pushed back the leaves to find a seriously injured elf with a fair face, and bloody blond hair. She quickly checked for a pulse, and found a weak pulse that was racing. Trying to wake this fair faced elf, she found several arrows shafts in his back and chest, fighting back the urge to pull them out, she slowly pulled them out, hoping not to hurt him, but nothing could escape a soft moan that escaped from the body.
"Sorry." she whispered softly to the injured elf, "They have to come out."
And slowly, she saw the fluttering of the eyelid as he tried to regain consciousness.
"It is ok, you are safe." whispered the Lady softly in grey tongue.
"Hannon le." thanked the elf softly, and she smiled at the elf who was staring at her with silver blue eyes.
Before she could ask him for his name, a spasm of pain hit him and his head spun into darkness.
"Sir? Sir?" she cried and shook his still body, fearing for his life, feeling for his pulse again, she gasped at the faintness and speed. Quickly, she signaled for her horse with a shrill whistle and galloped back home to meet up with her father. Hoping that the elf in her arms will cling onto the thin strand of life line left in his immortal body.
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The King of the Distant Land, King Elros, knotted his brows as he watches his guards scurry home with some beings in their arms or behind them. He looks out for his daughter with worry, wondering what mischief his youngest has placed herself in, and what mess has she created this time.
Sighing inwards, he made his way down the stairs, and questioned the guards who where covered with blood from the pale forms in their arms. A further glance told him that they were Elves, Wood Elves or Silvan elves. Feeling a knot forming in his stomach, he quickly instructed the guards to place them in the guest rooms and send in the healers immediately.
"Arnos!" his clear voice sounded over the combustion.
"Yes sire?" the guard trembled with fear.
"Where is Princess Ithildriël?" questioned the king, and saw the trembling of the guard.
"Your Majesty, Lady Ithildriël is coming. She told us to hurry and bring back these elves and make sure they live. She found an Elf just when we were leaving and was extracting the arrow shaft when we left. She said she will be fine." Replied the guard with anxious in his words.
"Ithildriël..." murmured the King, "No guards were left?" asked the king.
"They should be with her, some where digging graves for the dead ones and others burning the bodies of Orcs." Replied the Guard, shivering in the memories of those tall dark creatures of foul.
"Orcs?" the King whispered. "Didn't they have some war with the ring and no Orcs were left?" the king asked uncertainly, as no news from Mirthandir has been through.
"We are not so sure. But we are sure that when those elves are well enough they could fill us in." replied the guard.
The sound of hooves brought their attention to the pack of men returning. They were covered with soil and soot from the jobs they took out from the orders of their lady.
"Where is Ithildriël?" asked the king.
"Here ada." A voice replied, And a figure of shimmering lights was seen decending her horse. In her arms was a pale blond elf with crimson stains on him.
"Go and help her!" cried the King as a handful of guards behind him swarmed in and lightened the load in the Ladys' arm.
"Now Ithildriël..." commanded the King. "What mess are you in now?"
"Orcs were attacking Elves, they are our Kin Ada! I can't let those evil foul creatures kill of a premature life!" replied Ithildriël quickly. "He was injured pretty badly, but he was kept tucked away from being hacked into shreds like his companions. He looks more than just a guard, probably their master. He isn't wearing the same clothing and..." rambled on.
"Enough, thank goodness you are not harmed and I am pleased with the information you bring back. Seems like your adventurous missions of saving people have proved you the knowledge far beyond what I expect." Smiled the King.
"No time for compliments Ada." Cried the Princess, "We need to heal him, he was been wounded by 4 arrows!" winced the Lady, "It was dipped in poison, I couldn't heal very much, I..." began Ithildriël but was cut off.
"I am glad you brought him back, now please breathe." Said the King.
"Can I go and see how he is doing with the healers?" asked Ithildriël quietly.
"IF you behave yourself." Warned the King and without furthur notice, his daughter flung her arms around him before shooting towards the door the young elf was taken into.
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"Your highness, please don't come here anymore, you are witnessing a horrifying scene." Cried the healer.
"Stop it Mar," complained Ithildriël, "Just let me help."
Soon, the wounds were clean and free of poison, his bloody body was washed and bandaged. His dirty clothing were about to be washed, but something caught the eyes of Ithildriël when she took the clothing to the cleaner.
A silver, mithril clasp was shimmering in the pale lights in the room, and she took it out from the armload of clothing.
It was a strange thing, it had two leaves interwining each other, with a forest behind and some sort of crest. Peering down at the tiny carvings of the clasps it wrote, "Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Underneath, in a more fancier carving, "Greenwood the Great".
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androme - hey!! yup, comment is like, imprinted and is one thing you can't get rid of...thanks to winglin!! =D thank you for posting double comments!! *hugs* sweet!!!
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aishiteru - thanks darl!!! i thought it was so.
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horse_of_wind - *clears throat* let me get this straight, there is NO movie movie column *get UR facts straight*, so u will just have to put up wif me. like i said, it is straight after rotk, the movie, how do you know i didn't read the books? do you know that they were lying on my table for 1 month, fotr, ttt, and rotk,i just haven't finished rotk YET! and i dun think i care that much bout da book since like, only half da population who have watched the movie has read da book. and plus, it is MY fiction, MY imagination, i hope you will accept them. and hope u will NOT comment how it is wrong coz it doesn' fit the book, you are a critic for my stories in Winglin and reader too, let it be, i just hope you will not do this to this fic, i hope to have a more peaceful time here at ff.net.
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meisalliam - thank you! i hope it as ok, it is just tat baby thing is one side rarely revealed, coz he needs to b older, hot elf is 2931!! hehe, well, probably 2932!
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Gozilla - thankis!!! hehe, hope u wun fin it tooo sucky!
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Kelsey - hi! thank you for reviewing, yeah i know i sounds cheesy, but hehe, i am not a person wif huge imagination...no, estella is not mary sue just an imaginary character, she has her own faults, as all elves and humans do, yup legomance, but, it wun be fom da beginning, coz u will c from da story soon about his attitude towards her.thank you for such a review!!
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fleur137 - haha!! mothering me around, like u always do! pity u are younger than me!! MUAHAHAHA!! kekeke!! well, thank You for annoying m in both geo and history JK! incase you start punching me again!! thanks for reviewing!!! hehe!!
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Phew! Enough I guess!! Thanks for reading and hope you will review/comment!!
Luv Alwayz ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004
Disclaimer: As always, my imagination will never allow me the pleasure of dreaming up such wonderful characters, all credits are to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson for creating such fantastic characters for us to drool on. Especially Legolas. I thank thee for such a cute elf.
~~~~~
They set out immediately the next morning at dawn. Both Princes taking 1 company of 100 elves in each, and made their way out of Mirkwood, with the prayers and blessings of all people of Mirkwood. As the two brothers rode in silence, their thoughts carried them to the Distant Lands, which they knew nothing off, except a map each with the basic ways to find their way through. No elves has wondered furthur than the North Border of Middle Earth. When their Company reached Forodwaith, the Last City which has the thickest forest that separates Middle Earth and the Distant Lands, they split into two on the Great Road North, one heading for the East, another for the West.
"I guess it is time." murmured Melandîn softly to Legolas, who was sitting stiffly on his horse. Who won't be stiff after making haste for 4 weeks for the border, which would normally take twice the amount of time, getting through the various traps that was left.
"I guess so." Legolas replied softly and dismounted from his horse, and strided over to his elder brother.
"Well..." began Melandîn as he eyed the rising sun.
"Stay in one piece." smiled Legolas.
"You too." laughed Melandîn as he thought about his witty brother who hardly manages to stay in one piece without being patched up so often.
"You should be extra careful, their borders are thick, and has evil lurking around, it won't be easy to cross them." said Legolas softly as he eyed the dark, cold surrounding.
"I guess that applies to you as well, take care little brother, Ada will have my head if anything happens to our little Princeling." teased Melandîn which got Legolas hitting him playfully on the ribs.
"Who are you called Princeling? I am 2931 years old, going into 2932." retorted Legolas.
"Still, compared to my age, you will always be young." laughed Melandîn and ruffled Legolas' hair in brotherly affection.
"Now stop ruining my hair will you? Lets go." laughed Legolas as he rearranged his hair.
"Well, Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya Penneth." said Melandîn, and hugged Legolas tightly.
"Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya. Namárië." replied Legolas and returned the hug.
"Namárië." said Melandîn and walked back to his horse and climbed on. Waved a farewell and rode without looking back, with the fear of it being the last time he will see his youngest brother standing there, looking sadly at the retreating image of his elder brother.
"We will meet soon!! If not, we will see you back at home!" he heard Legolas' yell and smiled, before turning his head back and gave his youngest brother a smile and a wave of goodbye.
Legolas watched his elder brother ride off into the distance, with a heavy heart, he ordered the men to keep moving and make haste, hopefully to get to the edge of the border as soon as possible. He quietly prayed that it wouldn't be the last time he will ever see his brother.
As he quietly moved away towards the border, he doesn't know what will be in mind for him before he reaches the border, something evil stirs.
~*~
Not knowing what was going on, on the other side of the Border, a young Maiden Elf was leading a hunting troop into the forest, hoping to catch some prey for their store, as it has been running low. She slowly walked down the hill and into the thicket, which was filled with life and buzzing with the insects.
"Now, aim properly then shoot. Not the females please, and not the babies." her sweet melodic voice rang through the thicket as she heard arrows being fired.
"Yes Princess!" the troops yelled and aimed for their target.
She slowly walked around the trees, listening to their daily reports of the news beyond their border. She lent against a tree, listening to them as they told her the wonderful tales of the world beyond their border, before she spotted a deer, and in a blink of an eye, has sent an arrow, flying so true to its target, and it dropped dead.
Her hunters applauded at the archery skill of the young Princess and went to retrieve the fallen animal.
Suddenly, the Princess tensed and swiftly got on her horse and ran into the distance. With the rest of the troops splitting up to follow the princess others to go back and take back their hunt.
As the other elves tore after their Princess for a few hours long, they suddenly stopped and looked to see where their Princess as gone. Their eyes widened with fear as they saw her still riding, riding towards the eastern border with haste. And without giving their horses a well deserved break, they ran after her until the sun was nearly down and finally stopped as the princess dismounted and disappeared onto the trees.
Leaving their horses, they ran up the trees and a few climbed onto the one bearing the princess.
"Your Highness, what is wrong?" asked one of her guards.
"There is evil beyond the border, they are killing elves!" the Princess cried in Anguish.
"You can hear them from here, there are Orcs, we need to help them." the princess cried and darted beyond their borders by the trees.
"What are you doing?" cried one of the guards, "Follow her and defend her!" and the rest of the company tore through the trees and darted to where a fierce fight was happening with the Wood Elves and the Orcs.
With a silent nod from the Princess, the warrior spread through the trees and formed a midair circle, before they fired arrow and knives at the Orcs that were killing and wounding the elves. Without knowing what was going on, the Orcs were quickly dead from the deadly firing of the arrows.
The Princess descended onto the floor and surveyed the horrid scene which greeted her. The Elves, some cut up, some torn into pieces, others sprouted arrows from their backs and laid in a bloody mess. Fighting back Nausea, she ordered her warriors to search them and make sure the seriously wounded are taken back beyond the borders to help, and the dead to be buried and a Plank to be erected in place for name carving. And the Orcs to be dragged into a clearing and burnt.
She slowly walked through the bloodied churned grass to look for survivors, some were injured so badly that they needed attention on the spot, but had no medical supplies. "Quickly go back to Ada." said the Princess, "Take them back, I will come soon." she said and shooed the warriors who were all covered with blood and soot to go back.
A pale shape laid in the thick of a bush caught her eye. She quickly made way and pushed back the leaves to find a seriously injured elf with a fair face, and bloody blond hair. She quickly checked for a pulse, and found a weak pulse that was racing. Trying to wake this fair faced elf, she found several arrows shafts in his back and chest, fighting back the urge to pull them out, she slowly pulled them out, hoping not to hurt him, but nothing could escape a soft moan that escaped from the body.
"Sorry." she whispered softly to the injured elf, "They have to come out."
And slowly, she saw the fluttering of the eyelid as he tried to regain consciousness.
"It is ok, you are safe." whispered the Lady softly in grey tongue.
"Hannon le." thanked the elf softly, and she smiled at the elf who was staring at her with silver blue eyes.
Before she could ask him for his name, a spasm of pain hit him and his head spun into darkness.
"Sir? Sir?" she cried and shook his still body, fearing for his life, feeling for his pulse again, she gasped at the faintness and speed. Quickly, she signaled for her horse with a shrill whistle and galloped back home to meet up with her father. Hoping that the elf in her arms will cling onto the thin strand of life line left in his immortal body.
~
The King of the Distant Land, King Elros, knotted his brows as he watches his guards scurry home with some beings in their arms or behind them. He looks out for his daughter with worry, wondering what mischief his youngest has placed herself in, and what mess has she created this time.
Sighing inwards, he made his way down the stairs, and questioned the guards who where covered with blood from the pale forms in their arms. A further glance told him that they were Elves, Wood Elves or Silvan elves. Feeling a knot forming in his stomach, he quickly instructed the guards to place them in the guest rooms and send in the healers immediately.
"Arnos!" his clear voice sounded over the combustion.
"Yes sire?" the guard trembled with fear.
"Where is Princess Ithildriël?" questioned the king, and saw the trembling of the guard.
"Your Majesty, Lady Ithildriël is coming. She told us to hurry and bring back these elves and make sure they live. She found an Elf just when we were leaving and was extracting the arrow shaft when we left. She said she will be fine." Replied the guard with anxious in his words.
"Ithildriël..." murmured the King, "No guards were left?" asked the king.
"They should be with her, some where digging graves for the dead ones and others burning the bodies of Orcs." Replied the Guard, shivering in the memories of those tall dark creatures of foul.
"Orcs?" the King whispered. "Didn't they have some war with the ring and no Orcs were left?" the king asked uncertainly, as no news from Mirthandir has been through.
"We are not so sure. But we are sure that when those elves are well enough they could fill us in." replied the guard.
The sound of hooves brought their attention to the pack of men returning. They were covered with soil and soot from the jobs they took out from the orders of their lady.
"Where is Ithildriël?" asked the king.
"Here ada." A voice replied, And a figure of shimmering lights was seen decending her horse. In her arms was a pale blond elf with crimson stains on him.
"Go and help her!" cried the King as a handful of guards behind him swarmed in and lightened the load in the Ladys' arm.
"Now Ithildriël..." commanded the King. "What mess are you in now?"
"Orcs were attacking Elves, they are our Kin Ada! I can't let those evil foul creatures kill of a premature life!" replied Ithildriël quickly. "He was injured pretty badly, but he was kept tucked away from being hacked into shreds like his companions. He looks more than just a guard, probably their master. He isn't wearing the same clothing and..." rambled on.
"Enough, thank goodness you are not harmed and I am pleased with the information you bring back. Seems like your adventurous missions of saving people have proved you the knowledge far beyond what I expect." Smiled the King.
"No time for compliments Ada." Cried the Princess, "We need to heal him, he was been wounded by 4 arrows!" winced the Lady, "It was dipped in poison, I couldn't heal very much, I..." began Ithildriël but was cut off.
"I am glad you brought him back, now please breathe." Said the King.
"Can I go and see how he is doing with the healers?" asked Ithildriël quietly.
"IF you behave yourself." Warned the King and without furthur notice, his daughter flung her arms around him before shooting towards the door the young elf was taken into.
~
"Your highness, please don't come here anymore, you are witnessing a horrifying scene." Cried the healer.
"Stop it Mar," complained Ithildriël, "Just let me help."
Soon, the wounds were clean and free of poison, his bloody body was washed and bandaged. His dirty clothing were about to be washed, but something caught the eyes of Ithildriël when she took the clothing to the cleaner.
A silver, mithril clasp was shimmering in the pale lights in the room, and she took it out from the armload of clothing.
It was a strange thing, it had two leaves interwining each other, with a forest behind and some sort of crest. Peering down at the tiny carvings of the clasps it wrote, "Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Underneath, in a more fancier carving, "Greenwood the Great".
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androme - hey!! yup, comment is like, imprinted and is one thing you can't get rid of...thanks to winglin!! =D thank you for posting double comments!! *hugs* sweet!!!
~~
aishiteru - thanks darl!!! i thought it was so.
~~
horse_of_wind - *clears throat* let me get this straight, there is NO movie movie column *get UR facts straight*, so u will just have to put up wif me. like i said, it is straight after rotk, the movie, how do you know i didn't read the books? do you know that they were lying on my table for 1 month, fotr, ttt, and rotk,i just haven't finished rotk YET! and i dun think i care that much bout da book since like, only half da population who have watched the movie has read da book. and plus, it is MY fiction, MY imagination, i hope you will accept them. and hope u will NOT comment how it is wrong coz it doesn' fit the book, you are a critic for my stories in Winglin and reader too, let it be, i just hope you will not do this to this fic, i hope to have a more peaceful time here at ff.net.
~~
meisalliam - thank you! i hope it as ok, it is just tat baby thing is one side rarely revealed, coz he needs to b older, hot elf is 2931!! hehe, well, probably 2932!
~~
Gozilla - thankis!!! hehe, hope u wun fin it tooo sucky!
~~
Kelsey - hi! thank you for reviewing, yeah i know i sounds cheesy, but hehe, i am not a person wif huge imagination...no, estella is not mary sue just an imaginary character, she has her own faults, as all elves and humans do, yup legomance, but, it wun be fom da beginning, coz u will c from da story soon about his attitude towards her.thank you for such a review!!
~~
fleur137 - haha!! mothering me around, like u always do! pity u are younger than me!! MUAHAHAHA!! kekeke!! well, thank You for annoying m in both geo and history JK! incase you start punching me again!! thanks for reviewing!!! hehe!!
~~
Phew! Enough I guess!! Thanks for reading and hope you will review/comment!!
Luv Alwayz ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004