Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters I use in this story. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and no money was/is made with it.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: A simple hunting trip turns into a disaster as Elladan and Elrohir are
attacked by orcs. With Elrohir being seriously hurt, their only chance lies now
in the hands of Aragorn and Legolas....but will they meet in time? Main
Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn, and Legolas.
E-mail: kaeera@yahoo.de
Feedback: Always appreciated, and constructive criticism is very welcome.
Notes: Gah. I know that you all are probably ready to kill me by now...I really DO feel
incredibly guilty about my delay, but then again, so many personal things have
happened in my life that I was simply unable to contonue writing for a while. In
fact, nearly two months passed in which I didn't write ANYTHING at all -
something that has never happened before, believe me. Right now, everything is
piling up on my - final examinations, my application for a year aproad, job
interviews, friends, orchestra, the students I tutor, and my fanfiction - that I
find it hard to coordinate it all. So all I can say is sorry. Be assured that I
always try my best, but unfortunately, that is no promise that the next chapter
won't come late...
by Kaeera
Chapter Fourteen: Home at last
"My Lord, Elrohir has regained consciousness!"
It took him merely seconds to scramble out of his chair. For a short moment –
frozen in time - he just stared at the servant who had entered his study. Then
the words penetrated his brain and he understood what the tall elf had said.
Elrohir was awake! He was awake!
In a flurry of motion, Lord Elrond spun around and headed his son's room, his
long robes flowing behind him as he nearly ran through the corridors, heedless
of his appearance to others.
His heart pounded in his chest and numerous thoughts flashed through his mind as
he hoped, so dearly hoped, the message hadn't been wrong, that Elrohir had
really regained consciousness.
The rational part of his mind told him he shouldn't be too happy for they still
didn't know what damage the blow may have caused. He knew he should act like a
healer – rational and realistic – but the father in him didn't know if he'd be
able to. His heart desperately clung to a small ray of hope, and he found
himself both anxious and relieved when he finally pushed open the door to
Elrohir's chambers.
Quick, familiar footsteps behind him told him that Glorfindel, his trustful
friend, had received the news as well, but he didn't glance at him. Instead, his
gaze was transfixed on lonely figure on the bed. Since the curtains were closed
and the light was dim, it took his eyes a little while to adjust, but he was
soon able to recognize the two figures in the room.
Elladan was kneeling beside the bed, smiling for the first time in days. His
face had lost the lines of worry, and although he looked worn out and tired, he
appeared much younger than he had before. He was gripped his twin's hand tightly
in his own as Elrohir looked back at him with a tired and confused expression on
his face.
Elrond's heart skipped a beat as he inwardly savored this sight. Elrohir's eyes
were open, not closed, and he was looking at Elladan, which meant that he was
awake.
"By the Valar…" A voice whispered behind him, and this time, Elrohir turned around to look at Glorfindel, the elf's face shone with relief and joy. "So I was right to trust Elrohir…
A small smile appeared on Elrond's face. "Indeed, you were my friend." Then he
strolled to Elladan's side and laid a comforting hand his shoulder.
He looked down at the Elf on the bed. "It is good to see you awake again my son.
You had us all worried." He leaned over Elrohir and examined him closely.
Carefully he looked at his son's pupils and noticed they were still a bit
dilated, though not dangerously so. Satisfied, he leaned back. Now he must
assess Elrohir's mental state for even though he was immensely relieved at his
son's awakening, he knew head injuries should not be taken lightly.
Elrohir was surprised when two other Elves entered his room. The same warmth
he'd felt for the tall Elf beside him spread through him at the sight of these
two, but he couldn't remember their names, a fact that greatly unnerved him.
Maybe it was because he felt so tired, although deep inside, he knew the problem
lay elsewhere.
He was still pondering this when one of them spoke to him. Startled, he looked
at the Elf, trying to understand what he was saying. He still found it hard to
concentrate on anything, for his mind was still a bit sluggish, but he tried his
best. As far as he could remember, the other one had not asked a question, he
merely stated how worried they'd all been. Well, that he had already
established, so he just smiled weakly at the three elves.
"I need you to answer a few questions for me, Elrohir." The older elf with long,
dark hair said, his face grave. "Can you do that for me?"
Unsure of what the Elf wanted, he nodded slowly.
"All right. I need to make sure your mind has not been affected, so I will ask
you several questions. I want you to answer them as honestly as you can, even if
they seem strange."
It took him a moment to understand what the other one had said, but when the
words finally sunk in, he nodded quickly. Maybe these Elves would be able to
help him for he was sure he knew them, somehow.
"Do you remember what happened to you?"
Elrohir felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. He blinked
– this was the same question he had asked himself over and over again! But his
mind provided no answers no matter how hard he tried to remember. In a moment of
panic, he stared at the Elf, his eyes widened in fear – and then suddenly an
image flashed through his mind…
…the smell of blood in the air, as he turned around, killing the orc with his
sword, and then suddenly a sharp pain in his head, running through his veins
like fire…
"Orcs!" he managed to gasp, more out of shock than a clear memory.
Elrond nodded. "That's right. You were attacked by orcs." He didn't like the
look in Elrohir's eyes. The younger twin seemed far too unfocused and his eyes
darted around as if he was searching for something. Elrond knew that memory loss
was not uncommon in head injuries, but he fervently hoped this would not be so
with Elrohir.
He gazed seriously at his son. "Elrohir, do you recognize me?"
Elrohir looked at the kind elf hovering over him, and he opened his mouth to say
something. Before he'd even thought of what to say, a single word escaped from
his lips.
"Ada…" he whispered in a hoarse voice. Then his eyes widened as he realized what
he had said. Ada…this man was his father! And, now that he thought about it, it
all made sense. Who else would this be? Who else wore this exact look of warmth
and love in their eyes? Only his father. Relieved he finally remembered
something, even if it only was a small thing, he smiled gratefully.
"Elrohir, can you tell me your name, your full name?" Elrond continued, hiding
the joy he'd felt when Elrohir recognized him.
This time he was sorely disappointed. Elrohir opened his mouth, but no sound
came out and in the end, he shook his head and looked away, avoiding his
father's gaze. The gesture told Elrond enough, and he sighed wearily.
"All right, you are tired; I will let you rest. Sleep – maybe we will be able to
accomplish more next time!"
He stood up, motioning to Elladan and Glorfindel to follow him out of the room.
Elladan, a bit reluctant to leave his brother's side so soon, sent his father a
questioning look, but Elrond shook his head. They needed to talk about this, but
not in front of Elrohir.
Seeing how tired his twin actually was, Elladan finally agreed and followed his
father outside, though he made sure they stood only a few meters from the door.
"What is it, Ada?" he asked briskly, too nervous and weary for small talk.
Elrond, never one to avoid telling the truth himself, sighed. "I fear the news I
have is not good my son."
Glorfindel stayed quiet, looking anxiously from one to the other. He had kept
his suspicions to himself, but he'd witnessed head injuries before and even
sustained several himself in his long years of life and he knew what the results
could be. At least Elrohir was able to talk and recognize people – Glorfindel
had seen warriors who'd lost the ability to speak and had spent the rest of
their lives in silent misery. The blonde elf prayed to the Valar that wouldn't
happen to Elrohir.
"What do you mean?" Fear brimmed in Elladan's eyes.
Elrond hesitated, trying to find the right words to express his thoughts. "Head
injuries are difficult to deal with Elladan, you know that. I've kept my fears
to myself for I didn't want to worry you further, but now I fear, some of them
may have come to pass. The brain – be it human, dwarven or Elven – is a very
delicate organ. When it is injured, it can affect the rest of the body. I once
knew an Elven maiden who lost her sight from an unfortunate accident – she hit
her head while tumbling down a cliff."
"But Elrohir seemed fine!" The older twin insisted.
"Right now it seems like that, yes." The Lord of Imladris agreed. "But the
questions I asked were for a reason. Didn't you notice the uncertainty in his
eyes while he looked at us? Didn't you notice his lost expression?"
"Sure, I did, but…"
Elrond raised his hand and silenced his son. "It may be that I am overreacting.
It may be that he was only tired and that was the reason he couldn't answer my
question. That, Elladan, might very well be the case, and if it is, I will be as
relieved as you. Alas, I fear Elrohir may have lost his memory – or at least
parts of it – and I wanted to warn you in advance. It is a very common side
effect of head injuries, as you might know, and very often only temporary.
However, we have to deal with it, and that's why I ask for your patience when
you talk with your brother. It may get even worse when he is under stress!"
Elladan shook his head. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his
mouth, he found himself unable to. His heart ached at thought that Elrohir may
have lost his memory, and yet he was reluctant to believe it. Elrohir's eyes had
looked as they always had, though confused, they reflected the same spirit, the
same strength.
"I know." he finally whispered and lowered his head.
Glorfindel squeezed his shoulder sympathetically. "I know it must be hard for
you, young one, but it is not yet a certainty – your father was only stating
possible consequences. We must yet hope for the best, and we must trust in
Elrohir to be strong enough to get through this ordeal. He's a stubborn elf, he
will not give up easily!"
A small smile appeared on Elladan's face. "That he is, very stubborn."
Elrond nodded, effectively masking his own fears and worries. "I'm glad you are
so calm about the whole thing. I believe it is best if we let Elrohir rest for a
bit, then I will examine him more thoroughly." He looked at his son. "You will
stay with him?" He didn't even wait for an answer, for he knew nothing would
make Elladan leave his brother's side. "Very well, I will return to my study – I
have to research a few things."
Glorfindel agreed. "That sounds good. I will fetch Aragorn and Legolas, for I
think they are anxiously waiting for news as well, and no one has told them yet.
They deserve a bit peace." He smirked and slapped Elladan one last time on the
shoulder. Then the blonde elf wandered off, followed by Elrond, until Elladan
stood alone in the corridor.
The Elven twin looked at the closed door leading to his brother's chambers with
mixed feelings. He didn't know what to think of the conversation he'd just had
with his father. His heart was happy, but his mind was still worried about
Elrohir's possible memory loss. How would he be able to deal with that?
"Ah, Valar!" he murmured fiercely and scowled at the door. Thinking about this
dilemma wouldn't help at all. As Glorfindel had said, all they could do was
hope. So he opened the wooden door, hoping his brother was still awake so that
he could ask him a few questions.
But Elrohir was already sleeping soundly and Elladan didn't have the heart to
wake him. Sighing softly, he settled himself down in a chair to wait.
Aragorn was sleeping soundly when someone suddenly began shaking his shoulder.
Irritated by the harsh interruption of his dreams, he turned around, hoping
whoever had shaken him would get the message. He buried his head in the pillows,
trying to return to the pleasant dream of a warm place where he had been able to
lie in the sun and relax.
But the intruder had not gone away and someone shook him yet again, this time
disturbing his sleep by calling out his name.
"Estel! You have to wake up!"
Aragorn groaned and tried to roll away, but he was pinned down by his shoulders.
Cursing inwardly, he cracked open one eyelid and glared at the incredible brutal
and horrible person who had the nerve to wake him up when he had been sleeping
so soundly.
Legolas hovered above, grinning at him with twinkling eyes. "Humans – I do not
understand how they can sleep so much!"
Aragorn simply growled at him and sat up, rubbing his eyes groggily. "Why did
you wake me?" he demanded. "I was sleeping so well!"
A pounding headache reminded him he was still confined to bed, and for a moment,
he thought about mentioning that to his friend so the blonde elf would leave him
in peace. Before he could, however, he remembered the reason why he was sick.
His eyes widened as his desire for sleep disappeared at an instant. "Elrohir??"
Legolas shook his head. "It took me five minutes to wake you. If we'd been in
the woods and I was an orc, you'd be dead by now!"
"Well, we're not are we? And besides, that's not the point right now!" Aragorn
intensified his glare, but unfortunately it had no effect on the elf. "What
about Elrohir? Is he well? Has something happened?"
"Well, you can certainly say so." Legolas' grin only broadened. "Elrohir has
finally decided to wake up!"
The ranger stared at him, his mouth agape. "Really? He has really woken up?"
Legolas nodded.
"Thank the Valar!!" He shouted so loud that it echoed through the hallway and
was heard by several elves passing by.
Legolas covered his ears. "Aragorn, must you shout? I am not deaf, although I'm
not entirely sure after this monstrous shout of you!"
Aragorn ignored the question and scrambled out of bed, dismissing the pain in
his head and chest. "Oh, quit griping and help me to my brother's room. I must
go see Elrohir immediately!!"
The prince rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but he was
interrupted by an amused voice coming from the doorway. "If I were you Aragorn,
son of Arathorn, I would be a bit more careful. After all, you have been ill and
you know it takes time to recover fully. Rushing off in your sleep clothes won't
help matters." Glorfindel entered the room and pointed at the young human, a
mischievous smile on his face.
Aragorn blushed furiously when he looked down at his clothing. It was true, he
was still wearing his sleeping clothes. He glared at Legolas who was doubled
over with laughter and hurriedly put on his normal clothing. "It is not that
funny Legolas!"
"Oh yes, it is!" The prince of Mirkwood wiped the tears from his eyes and
continued chuckling softly.
The ranger knew better than to argue with his friend when he was in this mood,
so he simply sighed and turned to Glorfindel when he'd finished dressing. "Tell
me, how is Elrohir? Is he all right?"
"Physically he seems to be well. Elrond has yet to examine him thoroughly for
your brother is sleeping and he needs to rest."
"Physically?" Aragorn repeated, his good mood disappearing as suddenly as it had
come.
Glorfindel hesitated. "Well, it may be too early to say this yet…"
"What, Glorfindel?" The human frowned and crossed his arms impatiently.
"Something is wrong with him, isn't it?"
"Well, it's just that…" Glorfindel chose his words carefully, trying not to
agitate the human any further. He was fully aware of the fact that Estel was
still healing and his body was very weak, although he would never admit it.
"Elrond asked him several questions and Elrohir couldn't tell him his full name.
He didn't seem to remember."
Aragorn stared at him dumbly. "He couldn't remember?" He finally croaked out,
exchanging a worried glance with Legolas.
"Yes, it seems so." Glorfindel confirmed. "However, it may be only temporary, we
are not sure yet. Elrond asked that I tell you, so you'd be warned when you talk
with Elrohir."
"Oh." Aragorn needed a moment to process the information, but when he did, his
gaze hardened. "Well, that only increases my desire to see him. Legolas, are you
coming with me?"
"Of course." the prince replied immediately, nodding to Glorfindel. He too,
understood the possible consequences of Elrohir's memory loss and was worried
about the younger twin.
Glorfindel stepped aside to allow Aragorn and Legolas to pass. "I believe he is
still resting, but you can speak with Elladan - he is at his bedside. I'll be
with your father in his study, he's buried himself in his books to find
I-don't-know-what." He smiled and excused himself.
Aragorn's eyes followed him for several moments before he muttered under his
breath. "Figures."
"What?" Legolas wanted to know, as they headed for Elrohir's room.
"Elrohir couldn't just wake up, he had to wake up without his memory! Argh!" The
human threw his hands in the air thoroughly disguested – but the elf knew it was
just his way of dealing with his worry. "He's always been like that! Every time
Elrohir has gotten hurt, it's either been from something very serious or from
some prank gone awry. And he never gets away unscathed!"
The blonde elf raised an eyebrow. "And how often have you seen him hurt,
Strider?"
"Uhm…" Aragorn's face reddened. "Well, actually only twice, but Elladan told me
a lot of stories."
"Ah." Legolas simply grinned, deciding not to comment on that. "You also must
remember that 'Ro is very stubborn. If he has lost his memory, will do what he
can to recover it."
"That's true."
"Yes, it is. Your entire family has that streak of stubborness." Legolas
chuckled as he received another glare, but he was spared a rather nasty reply
for they had reached their destination.
Quietly, he opened the door and peered inside, fully expecting to find Elrohir
asleep.
And he was, but beside him sat Elladan, staring off into space with a look of
sadness on his face. He was startled when the two friends entered the room.
"Legolas! Estel!" He exclaimed, a smile appearing on his face. The older twin
looked much better than he had a few days ago. His face no longer looked tired
and his eyes had regained their sparkle. "It's good to see you! How are you
feeling?"
His last question was directed at Aragorn, who sighed wearily. "I am fine, just
a bit tired. We came to see the more worrisome of patients in this house." He
studied Elrohir closely and was relieved to see his face looked a lot of
healthier. "He is still asleep."
"Yes." Elladan sighed. "He was awake for only a few minutes while Ada questioned
him. I barely had time to speak with him before he fell asleep again. He must be
exhausted, but I believe he will wake up again soon, and then we will find out
if he has lost his memory or not." He shook his head. "Somehow, I thought that
all my worries would disappear as soon as 'Ro opened his eyes, but alas, I was
wrong!"
"I understand your feelings, brother." Aragorn agreed and sat down on a chair.
Although he didn't want to admit it, his knees still felt very weak and he was
glad to sit down and rest a bit.
Legolas followed his example and took another chair next to his friends. "The
first step of his recovery has already begun and soon, others will follow." He
stated firmly. "I believe his memory loss – if there really is one – is only
temporary."
Elladan looked at him closely and then smiled when he realized Legolas was
trying to reassure them both. "I think you are right. 'Ro is way too stubborn to
lose his memories."
Both Aragorn and Legolas noticed the affection and love that coloured Elladan's
voice when he mentioned his brother, and they smiled simultaneously. It was only
at times like these that the closeness of the twins became blatantly obvious.
Their playful bantering often fooled most outside observers into thinking they
quarrelled and bickered all the time. But there was no doubt of the love Elladan
and Elrohir had for each other to any that knew them. And that bond was clearly
visible now to those in the room.
"Then we have to wait, don't we?" The young human sighed impatiently.
"Well, we haven't anything better to do." Legolas replied calmly. "And it's not
as if we haven't done this before."
Elladan laughed. "That's true. I'm beginning to think he really likes to keep us
waiting…"
"He probably only does it to annoy us." Aragorn grumbled. "He knows how
impatient I am."
The three looked at Elrohir with mixed feelings. "The scary thing is…" Legolas
said slowly, "It would be a typical thing for you to do. I remember many times
you've fooled innocent bystanders like me and my father…"
A small smile played around Elladan's lips. "My dear Legolas, against contrary
belief you have never been innocent, so pay attention to what you say."
The second time, it was easier to wake up. He came out of a dreamless slumber
and found himself lying on his back again. Quiet voices murmured above him, and
he concentrated, trying hard to understand what they were saying.
"You know, we still can't be sure, so all this worrying is useless…" someone
said, his voice tinged with impatience.
Elrohir kept his eyes closed – they were obviously talking about him. His mind
was a lot of clearer than it had been earlier, but his memory was still fuzzy,
and all he could recall from his last awakening were fractured bits of images he
couldn't place.
He remembered a familiar elf leaning over him, asking him questions, asking for
his name – a name he couldn't remember. He vaguely remembered the other one had
called him Elrohir and that this must be his name, alas, that was all he could
remember so far.
"Elrond mentioned it might be temporary, and that we shouldn't stress him too
much, so don't dare to…"
Elrohir stopped listening and instead opened his eyes, impatient with the
confusion in his mind and body.
They were in the middle of a conversation when Elrohir woke up again. At first,
the three of them didn't notice, but when Elladan glanced at the bed, he saw his
twin's eyes open, watching them.
"Elrohir!" he gasped and quickly leaned forward.
Aragorn and Legolas immediately dropped the topic of their conversation and
looked surprised at the twin. "He's awake!" the ranger exclaimed, joy evident in
his voice.
"How are you feeling?" Elladan inquired, trying to hide his fear.
Elrohir just stared at them for a while, and then opened his mouth. "D-Dizzy."
His voice sounded rough and unused, barely audible even to his elven ears.
"That's to be expected, considering all you've been through, brother." The older
twin joked lightly. "But you seem more alert than you were last time."
"Maybe." Elrohir smiled slightly, and Elladan saw how much effort it still cost
him to speak. Deciding not to strain his twin any more than necessary, he turned
to Legolas. "Can you go and fetch Ada? He wanted to examine Elrohir as soon as
he woke up again."
The prince nodded. "I can do that." He stood up and disappeared from the room.
"Elrohir," Elladan said patiently as soon as Legolas left, "I need you to answer
a few questions for me, and I need you to answer honestly. Do you think you can
manage that?"
His younger brother nodded and Elladan took a deep breath, trying to steady
himself.
"You have been hit pretty hard on your head and we don't know what damage may
have been done to your mind. We think you may have lost some of your memory. So
please, Elrohir, can you tell me where you are?"
Seconds of anxiousness passed, as both human and elf waited for the answer.
Elrohir seemed to concentrate hard, but in the end, a look of helplessness
crossed his face and he shook his head.
"All right." Elladan closed his eyes as he realized his worst fear, but he tried
to hide his disappointment. "Maybe we can try it the other way round. What do
you remember?"
The younger twin didn't reply, instead he tried to sit up. He felt incredibly vulnerable while being interrogated lying flat on his back, and he wanted to change his position.
"That's quite difficult." He said once he was sitting in an
upright position. "My head hurts and it is impossible to think clearly."
"Well, you could at least try." Aragorn interjected.
Elrohir glared at him. "What do you think I am trying to do?"
The human put up his hands in defence, but inwardly he chuckled. Elrohir might
not remember much, but his behaviour definitely hadn't changed at all. So he
settled down to wait patiently while the Elf gathered his thoughts.
"I don't remember very much." Elrohir finally said, clutching his head.
"Just…some images, fragments of memories I can't place anywhere. I remember
you!" he blurted out and pointed at Elladan. "And I remember we're very close.
But I don't know where I am, or who I am, though I do know my name is Elrohir…"
He narrowed his eyes. "And I know that I fought with those foul beasts you call
orcs."
Elladan felt his heart clench in pain as he watched his brother struggle to
remember, but he forced himself to remain silent. His twin didn't need any more
stress right now, and anything that might trouble him could only make the
situation worse.
Elrohir hesitated, lost in thought. His eyes darted back and forth from Elladan
to Aragorn, as he tried to make sense of the information his brain was sending
him. He felt he knew this Elf and human very well, and it irked him that he
couldn't place them in his mind.
"I was dreaming of you." the elf suddenly told them, frowning slightly. "You
were in my dream, and you were angry because I had forgotten about you…"
Elladan held his breath as he watched his brother struggling to reclaim his
memory. Although outwardly it didn't show, the older twin was tense with
anxiousness and worry as he watched his brother.
Elrohir finally looked up, and for the first time in days, he stared directly at
Elladan. His eyes were clear and pale blue, eyes so familiar to Elladan that he
knew even the smallest detail by heart. And then, a small smile crossed his
face. "Elladan?"
Elladan didn't even try to hide the forming in his eyes. "It's good to have you
back, brother." He lunged forward and engulfed his twin in a long-awaited hug
while Aragorn watched them with a look of happiness on his face.
Elrohir had come home.
To be continued...
Mystic Girl1 - Es hat mich wahnsinnig gefreut, dass dir meine Geschichte so sehr gefallen hat. Ich finde es immer besonders schön, wenn es Geschichten schaffen, tiefe Gefühle zu erwecken, und als du geschrieben hast, dass dir fast die Tränen gekommen sind...dan hat mich das irre gefreut, weil das doch irgendwie heißt, dass ich es geschafft hab, einen Teil der Emotionen real rüberzubringen (naja, so real wie Elben und Orks eben sein können^^). Deine review hat also ein sehr erfreutes Grinsen auf mein Gesicht gezaubert, und mir wurde ganz warm ums Herz. Ich hoffe, dass dir dieses Kapitel ebensosehr gefällt - manchmal musste ich schwer mit den Worten ringen, weil es eben doch nicht einfach ist, alles aus der Sicht von Elrohir zu sehen.
Lomiothiel - Yep, the One and Only decided to update. You know, the ideas are not the problem - I have tons of those!
The problems are: lack of time, incoherent grasp of the language, and times in which I am unable to write anything. Everything I write down
sounds awful...At least Elrohir is alive and the story should end soon. I hope.
Gwyn - Uhm...well, your question about the amnesia wasn't quite answered in this chapter...or was it? *gg* It's both...yes and no. (I am evil, aren't I?)
Iawen Londea - 'Ich liebe das' (=I love that) was perfectley correct. Although 'Ich liebe es'(=I love it) would sound a bit better.
Well, I don't want to make a big issue out of Elrohir's memory loss, but I simply couldn't let him wake up without any aftereffects. No, my
evil writer soul didn't allow that *snickers* However, it shouldn't take him long to recover, because the story is supposed to end soon...
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San - I don't think that this story will reach 20+ chapters. I would be old and worn by the day I could finally finish it, with my speed at writing...maybe three or four more chapters (I hope - depends on my muse^^).
FirstMate - Right now I think that my writing is terrible, that's why I am always very happy about positive feedback. I'm really
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