Disclaimer: Just thought I would randomly tell you that I don't own LOTR or
anything held within that! All I own (in this fic) is Silvawen, partly, and
Kemenhin, solely.
Translations: Melima qúen = fair one
E/N: Just to warn you in advance, Silva is a little OOC in this chapter. Well, not OOC really, because she's just her. But she's a little on the psycho side...... well, she's psycho anyway, but you get my drift. Hey, let's just say it's a combination of dodgy Elven medication and the impending doom of snogging a dwarf! *grins* Oh I'm so cruel! *rubs hands together with glee* In fact this whole chapter is a little - well, ok, a lot - on the stupid side. MEH! Means more fun for you lot, I guess.
Just thought I'd take this small opportunity to advertise. The Fellowship of the Naz-Girls by Guardian of Tears. Silvawen has made one appearance and been mentioned once after that so far and is due to make another appearance soon. In case you think these to fics are just really randomly unlinked, you are wrong. As the summary states, this is the prequel to FotNG (and if you're a really loyal reader/reviewer, Make The Right Choice is also a prequel to it). So, if you'd all like to mosey on GoT's profile and take a lookie, we'd both be very grateful! Merci!
You could read The Adventures of Pipehead in Nosgoth too, if you really want to. It's a kinda spoof sequel to FotNG. It's more of a giggle than anything!
Chapter 41
It was another three weeks before Silva's dressings were removed from her side. By this point, it had completely healed and all that was left was a long, pale line about 12 inches long.
"I finally feel I can breathe properly again," she had said happily whilst nervously running a hand over the scar.
Within those three weeks, Legolas had temporarily departed. He made a trip to Erebor to choose the lucky dwarf that got to be kissed by the Earth Spirit. Unsurprisingly, they were very uncooperative to begin with. However, when the slight factor of money and a beautiful semi-goddess was mentioned, they seemed just a tad keener. He also made them agree that the event should be held in Erebor, just so the Dwarves could watch (to piss Silva off!) On his return, Silva threw tantrums and sulked for a week.
"I HATE you, Legolas Greenleaf!!!"
"No you don't," he replied, nonchalantly, though he was still slowly but surely backing away from. (E/N: Btw, this is after he's come back but before she's unbandaged. I know I'm writing this a bit arse about face, but hey, this is me!)
"You're having no sex for a week!" Legolas blushed tremendously at that comment, since they were in the presence of all the sisters, Thranduil, Berae, Arwen and Galadriel (they had finally found a baby-sitter for Kemenhin. They would not miss this for the world).
"Isn't that what got you into this in the first place?"
"I... You... But... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" She threw a very expensive vase at the wall, making all spectators cringe. "I REALLY hate you!!!" She threw a book at him. "BASTARD!!!" He ducked, just in time to avoid being hit.
"I'm sorry, Silvawen, but you were the one that made the bet in the- ARGH!" She threw a china plate at him. "SILVA! Stop trying to kill me!!!" She threw a candleholder at him. "Oh, I'm not standing round here awaiting death by Silvawen's childish tantrums. I'm off!" He ran from the room, as a shoe went flying after him.
"Silva, calm down," said Riel, trying to stop herself giggling. "He probably deserves it, but you've got to chill out a bit."
"Why?!?!"
"You might hurt yourself," said Arwen.
"GOOD!" Though she instantly rethought what she said. "Wait, not good." She paused again. "I'll stop now." She grinned sweetly at them, confusing them greatly.
"I don't know anyone who has mood swings quicker than you," said Rath, shaking her head. "It defies logic the speed at which your mood changes. It shouldn't be possible."
"It is with me."
"Yeah, we noticed," said Nilia. "You really are quite strange, aren't you, Silva?" She nodded happily.
"And proud." Her smile faded ever so slightly. "I didn't actually hit him, did I?"
"No, he is an Elf, remember," said Thranduil. "He dodged everything you threw. But did you have to throw the vase and the plate, Silva?" Silva looked a little sheepish.
"Sorry, daddy." Thranduil raised an eyebrow.
"Daddy?" repeated Rath.
"It must be a Silvawen and Legolas thing," said Galadriel.
"Yeah," agreed Arwen, "he said it when he found out about Ke-" She stopped.
"Kengi!" Silva said quickly.
"Kengi?" echoed Rath.
"Yeah Kengi! When I first told Kemenhin about Thranduil being King and he said Kengi instead of King. Remember Arwen?" She glared at her best friend as he had done to her lover on that inspirational evening.
"Er... yeah, sure," said the Evenstar uncertainly.
"Anyway, I feel bad now for throwing the things at him." Her shoulders drooped and she pouted, her eyes going big and watery. Thranduil never could take it when she did that.
"I'll go and find him, melima qúen." He departed quickly to find his son. Silva looked to Berae.
"Now, Berae, don't you suddenly feel incredibly insignificant being the only male left in a room full of women that all rank higher than you?" she asked sweetly and softly. He suddenly looked panicky.
"Well, er, now you mention it.... er, BYE!" He ran from the room too. The Earth spirit grinned victoriously.
"Three sure fire ways to get rid of men, as demonstrated to you by Lady Silvawen of Mirkwood." The other six women applauded and she bowed.
"But won't Legolas and Thranduil be back soon?" queried Arian.
"Oh no, Legolas won't come near me for hours now and Thranduil will stay with him. Right then, now it's just us girlies again, you can all help me plot revenge against my beloved...."
One week after her bandages had been removed, on the morning of Silva's departure, there were several more arrivals in Mirkwood (E/N: Yes all at the same time, call it poetic license!). In addition to the four sisters, Arwen and Galadriel, there was Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, seven other Rivendell Elves, Celeborn, Haldir, Orophin, Rúmil, ten other Lothlórien Elves, Gandalf, Radagast the Brown, Alatar, Pallando (E/N: These the last two of the five Istari men that travelled over the sea to Middle Earth to fight Sauron. Saruman's a git, so I left him out) and an Oliphaunt.
When Silva saw all these people gathered in the Great Hall along with the six that were already here and twenty other Mirkwood Elves, she looked furiously to her lover.
"Tell me they are not here for the reason I think they are," she growled.
"I... er... and what would that be, my love?" he squeaked.
"Don't try and sweet talk me! And you know exactly what. Where are we heading to today and all these people that know me just so happen to be all gathered in Mirkwood at the same time?" She then noticed a group of marauding Orcs and Trolls in the darkest corner of the room. "WHAT THE HELL....?!?!"
"I... well... er... RATH, RIEL AND ARWEN MADE ME DO IT!!!" And with that, he ran into the depths of the crowd filled room and was lost from sight.
"Damn him. Well, Rath, Riel and Arwen have some answering to do then." She stalked the room for the wanted woman. She found Riel first. "Follow me!" Then Rath. "Get going!" And finally Arwen. "The three of you. Outside. Now!" The four of them left the Great Hall.
"What's all this about, Silva?" Arwen asked.
"You know damn well what!!"
"No we don't else we wouldn't have asked," said Rath.
"It's about all those bloody people in there!!!"
"Oh. That," said Riel, guiltily.
"Yes, that! Please tell me that my darling, half-wit soulmate is only joking in his pathetic accusations that you three told him to invite these 'guests' to come and view my condemnation." She looked at them angrily and expectantly.
"Well, if that's what you want to here..." began Arwen.
"I WANT THE TRUTH!"
"We're s-" started Riel.
"Don't you dare apologise! Just go and get rid of them, pronto."
"Don't be stupid, Silvawen," scoffed Rath. "We can't just send them back now. Some of them have travelled-"
"That's you're problem, not mine."
"Silva, be reasonable," said Riel. "We can't just get rid of twenty eight guests like that." She snapped her fingers.
"Well you're going to have to, unless you want to spend the rest of your lives as a pot plants! And it's been a while since I poofed anyone, I can't promise it won't be slow and painful." Riel and Arwen looked nervous, but Rath looked undeterred.
"Silvawen, you always tell us you hate being treated like you're the youngest," she said, "well, if you want us to stop, why don't you stop acting like a spoilt brat?!? You can't always have your way."
"I NEVER have my way with you though!" (E/N: I do NOT mean that in the dodgy in which that could be taken!)
"That's because you always act like a spoilt brat and you don't deserve for things to go your way. Eru help your children, should ever you be cursed with them." There was a sharp glint in her eye as she said that and she clearly struck a nerve in Silva. But they both knew nothing could be said because Riel did not know Silva was already a mother.
"Look, Silva, you're just going to have to accept that they're going, ok?" said Arwen, trying to change the conversation (well, argument) direction as quickly as possible.
"By the way, Arwen, I need a word with you. Privately." Riel and Rath took the hint and went back into the Great Hall.
"What's the problem, apart from the obvious?" Arwen asked.
"Who is looking after Kemenhin?"
"My Grandfather- wait. He's here. Er... I... er..."
"I left my son in your care and now you don't know who is looking after him?"
"It was my grandfather and Haldir- oopsie."
"HALDIR?!?!?!?!?!!?!?"
"Well, he offered!"
"He probably wanted to torture my poor-"
"You screamed?" Haldir popped his head around the door.
"It was a cry of disgust, not a call," she snarled. He shot her a dark look.
"Fine, I was going to be civil, but suit yourself." He disappeared again huffily.
"Gay ponce. Anyway, as I was saying- wait. He was going to be civil?" She raised an eyebrow. "What in the name of wonder is happening to the arrogant git? First he offers to look after the child that is the bane of his life and then he's going to be nice to me? What the hell is happening to the world? Honestly, you're confined to a room for two months and this is what transpires."
"Now, I can't say I understand that," said the Elven Princess confusedly. "That's just weird. Hey, maybe Kemen has brainwashed him." The girls were silent for a moment and then burst out laughing at the visions of Kemen sitting Haldir down and swinging a pendulum in front of his face whilst chanting: "Haldir go sleepy time. Haldir listen to me. Haldir like Silva. Silva lovely lady."
"Perhaps not," giggled Silva. "It's very funny though."
"Extremely. Anyway, look Silva, we're sorry we invited lots of people, but well..."
"Well what?"
"That's all I got."
"I suppose I really don't have a choice, do I?" Arwen grinned and shook her head.
"Nope, now come on, let's go back in." The two best friends re-entered the Great Hall. Thranduil spotted them and laughed.
"Well, if we're all ready, shall we get going?" he called. A cheer swept through the hall, and they all set off.
**
E/N: You know, I'm going to be really random and just have a little nostalgia moment. I'm going to do some reviewer notes! *wipes tears from eyes* Do excuse me! Oh, and I'm going to go from some random place, anywhere, ok?
Chrissie ~ Would you stop being so praise-y! You're making me blush here! And you don't worship me, we must all worship Tolkien for creating the preciousssssss... *ahem* sorry, Gollum is currently possessing me (not in a dodgy way) I meant Legolas. *manic grin* Anywayz, I'm glad I made you happy. And anyway, how could I kill her really? Would I do that? Well, ok, so maybe I would for dramatic purposes, but hey!
Mojo ~ Yes they are all friends again! 'Tis very good! And I'm glad I sufficiently amused you! And I have no idea in the slightest where 'Long live the Valars' undies' came from, but I'm kinda glad it did surface from the very depths of my twisted mind. It seems to have tickled people immensely! Lol!
Estriel ~ Hey chick! It's great to see you reviewing again! I'm glad you like the story, that is the aim, believe it or not! Lol! Chocolate does, indeed, calm all nerves, that is why our darling Thranduil is so obsessed. Only with him, there's the minor detail that it kind reacts with him to make him a lil hyper and a bit drunk. But oh well, what does it matter?
Nikki ~ Wow, do I have a lot to say to you. Hmm, now then, I think I'm going to go with the number things again. Lol! 1) Yes, I nearly killed her, but as I said to Chrissie, would I really do that to her? I can take her very close to death, but I couldn't kill her completely! I love her waaaaay too much for that. 2) I'm glad you liked my two points of view on her dying breath. I thought that would be quite effective. Obviously I was right! 3) Yes, I too was very mad, and I was writing it! They are very stupid for not accepting they are in love. I mean, HELLO! It's kinda obvious! 4) LLTVU seems to have gone down a treat with everyone. Like I said before to Mojo, I dunno where the heck it came from, but I'm damn glad it did! 5) Ah-ha, now that would be telling! Nah, I'm j/k! I am going to take this pretty much right up to the Council of Elrond, there it will be taken off my hands and given to Guardian of Tears in The Fellowship of the Naz-Girls. You should all go and check it out.
Gossamer: Fie, that is shameless promoting.
Elfie: Yeah I know, it's great, isn't it?! Anyway, as I was saying, GoT has already started FotNG (as everyone knows if you read my E/N's) and that's where it sort of begins with Silva. It's hard to explain, but you'll see when I get there. But don't worry, there's quite a while to go yet. Plenty more angst before this damn successful fic ends! *manic grin* 6) I don't mind in the slightest that you've used my bio as a sort of template for yours. The fact that you've mentioned me took me way, way, way over the concern border into 'chuffed to bits' league! 7) Is this update soon enough for you?
Kate ~ Hmmm, I guess you like this fic then? Lol!
Translations: Melima qúen = fair one
E/N: Just to warn you in advance, Silva is a little OOC in this chapter. Well, not OOC really, because she's just her. But she's a little on the psycho side...... well, she's psycho anyway, but you get my drift. Hey, let's just say it's a combination of dodgy Elven medication and the impending doom of snogging a dwarf! *grins* Oh I'm so cruel! *rubs hands together with glee* In fact this whole chapter is a little - well, ok, a lot - on the stupid side. MEH! Means more fun for you lot, I guess.
Just thought I'd take this small opportunity to advertise. The Fellowship of the Naz-Girls by Guardian of Tears. Silvawen has made one appearance and been mentioned once after that so far and is due to make another appearance soon. In case you think these to fics are just really randomly unlinked, you are wrong. As the summary states, this is the prequel to FotNG (and if you're a really loyal reader/reviewer, Make The Right Choice is also a prequel to it). So, if you'd all like to mosey on GoT's profile and take a lookie, we'd both be very grateful! Merci!
You could read The Adventures of Pipehead in Nosgoth too, if you really want to. It's a kinda spoof sequel to FotNG. It's more of a giggle than anything!
Chapter 41
It was another three weeks before Silva's dressings were removed from her side. By this point, it had completely healed and all that was left was a long, pale line about 12 inches long.
"I finally feel I can breathe properly again," she had said happily whilst nervously running a hand over the scar.
Within those three weeks, Legolas had temporarily departed. He made a trip to Erebor to choose the lucky dwarf that got to be kissed by the Earth Spirit. Unsurprisingly, they were very uncooperative to begin with. However, when the slight factor of money and a beautiful semi-goddess was mentioned, they seemed just a tad keener. He also made them agree that the event should be held in Erebor, just so the Dwarves could watch (to piss Silva off!) On his return, Silva threw tantrums and sulked for a week.
"I HATE you, Legolas Greenleaf!!!"
"No you don't," he replied, nonchalantly, though he was still slowly but surely backing away from. (E/N: Btw, this is after he's come back but before she's unbandaged. I know I'm writing this a bit arse about face, but hey, this is me!)
"You're having no sex for a week!" Legolas blushed tremendously at that comment, since they were in the presence of all the sisters, Thranduil, Berae, Arwen and Galadriel (they had finally found a baby-sitter for Kemenhin. They would not miss this for the world).
"Isn't that what got you into this in the first place?"
"I... You... But... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" She threw a very expensive vase at the wall, making all spectators cringe. "I REALLY hate you!!!" She threw a book at him. "BASTARD!!!" He ducked, just in time to avoid being hit.
"I'm sorry, Silvawen, but you were the one that made the bet in the- ARGH!" She threw a china plate at him. "SILVA! Stop trying to kill me!!!" She threw a candleholder at him. "Oh, I'm not standing round here awaiting death by Silvawen's childish tantrums. I'm off!" He ran from the room, as a shoe went flying after him.
"Silva, calm down," said Riel, trying to stop herself giggling. "He probably deserves it, but you've got to chill out a bit."
"Why?!?!"
"You might hurt yourself," said Arwen.
"GOOD!" Though she instantly rethought what she said. "Wait, not good." She paused again. "I'll stop now." She grinned sweetly at them, confusing them greatly.
"I don't know anyone who has mood swings quicker than you," said Rath, shaking her head. "It defies logic the speed at which your mood changes. It shouldn't be possible."
"It is with me."
"Yeah, we noticed," said Nilia. "You really are quite strange, aren't you, Silva?" She nodded happily.
"And proud." Her smile faded ever so slightly. "I didn't actually hit him, did I?"
"No, he is an Elf, remember," said Thranduil. "He dodged everything you threw. But did you have to throw the vase and the plate, Silva?" Silva looked a little sheepish.
"Sorry, daddy." Thranduil raised an eyebrow.
"Daddy?" repeated Rath.
"It must be a Silvawen and Legolas thing," said Galadriel.
"Yeah," agreed Arwen, "he said it when he found out about Ke-" She stopped.
"Kengi!" Silva said quickly.
"Kengi?" echoed Rath.
"Yeah Kengi! When I first told Kemenhin about Thranduil being King and he said Kengi instead of King. Remember Arwen?" She glared at her best friend as he had done to her lover on that inspirational evening.
"Er... yeah, sure," said the Evenstar uncertainly.
"Anyway, I feel bad now for throwing the things at him." Her shoulders drooped and she pouted, her eyes going big and watery. Thranduil never could take it when she did that.
"I'll go and find him, melima qúen." He departed quickly to find his son. Silva looked to Berae.
"Now, Berae, don't you suddenly feel incredibly insignificant being the only male left in a room full of women that all rank higher than you?" she asked sweetly and softly. He suddenly looked panicky.
"Well, er, now you mention it.... er, BYE!" He ran from the room too. The Earth spirit grinned victoriously.
"Three sure fire ways to get rid of men, as demonstrated to you by Lady Silvawen of Mirkwood." The other six women applauded and she bowed.
"But won't Legolas and Thranduil be back soon?" queried Arian.
"Oh no, Legolas won't come near me for hours now and Thranduil will stay with him. Right then, now it's just us girlies again, you can all help me plot revenge against my beloved...."
One week after her bandages had been removed, on the morning of Silva's departure, there were several more arrivals in Mirkwood (E/N: Yes all at the same time, call it poetic license!). In addition to the four sisters, Arwen and Galadriel, there was Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, seven other Rivendell Elves, Celeborn, Haldir, Orophin, Rúmil, ten other Lothlórien Elves, Gandalf, Radagast the Brown, Alatar, Pallando (E/N: These the last two of the five Istari men that travelled over the sea to Middle Earth to fight Sauron. Saruman's a git, so I left him out) and an Oliphaunt.
When Silva saw all these people gathered in the Great Hall along with the six that were already here and twenty other Mirkwood Elves, she looked furiously to her lover.
"Tell me they are not here for the reason I think they are," she growled.
"I... er... and what would that be, my love?" he squeaked.
"Don't try and sweet talk me! And you know exactly what. Where are we heading to today and all these people that know me just so happen to be all gathered in Mirkwood at the same time?" She then noticed a group of marauding Orcs and Trolls in the darkest corner of the room. "WHAT THE HELL....?!?!"
"I... well... er... RATH, RIEL AND ARWEN MADE ME DO IT!!!" And with that, he ran into the depths of the crowd filled room and was lost from sight.
"Damn him. Well, Rath, Riel and Arwen have some answering to do then." She stalked the room for the wanted woman. She found Riel first. "Follow me!" Then Rath. "Get going!" And finally Arwen. "The three of you. Outside. Now!" The four of them left the Great Hall.
"What's all this about, Silva?" Arwen asked.
"You know damn well what!!"
"No we don't else we wouldn't have asked," said Rath.
"It's about all those bloody people in there!!!"
"Oh. That," said Riel, guiltily.
"Yes, that! Please tell me that my darling, half-wit soulmate is only joking in his pathetic accusations that you three told him to invite these 'guests' to come and view my condemnation." She looked at them angrily and expectantly.
"Well, if that's what you want to here..." began Arwen.
"I WANT THE TRUTH!"
"We're s-" started Riel.
"Don't you dare apologise! Just go and get rid of them, pronto."
"Don't be stupid, Silvawen," scoffed Rath. "We can't just send them back now. Some of them have travelled-"
"That's you're problem, not mine."
"Silva, be reasonable," said Riel. "We can't just get rid of twenty eight guests like that." She snapped her fingers.
"Well you're going to have to, unless you want to spend the rest of your lives as a pot plants! And it's been a while since I poofed anyone, I can't promise it won't be slow and painful." Riel and Arwen looked nervous, but Rath looked undeterred.
"Silvawen, you always tell us you hate being treated like you're the youngest," she said, "well, if you want us to stop, why don't you stop acting like a spoilt brat?!? You can't always have your way."
"I NEVER have my way with you though!" (E/N: I do NOT mean that in the dodgy in which that could be taken!)
"That's because you always act like a spoilt brat and you don't deserve for things to go your way. Eru help your children, should ever you be cursed with them." There was a sharp glint in her eye as she said that and she clearly struck a nerve in Silva. But they both knew nothing could be said because Riel did not know Silva was already a mother.
"Look, Silva, you're just going to have to accept that they're going, ok?" said Arwen, trying to change the conversation (well, argument) direction as quickly as possible.
"By the way, Arwen, I need a word with you. Privately." Riel and Rath took the hint and went back into the Great Hall.
"What's the problem, apart from the obvious?" Arwen asked.
"Who is looking after Kemenhin?"
"My Grandfather- wait. He's here. Er... I... er..."
"I left my son in your care and now you don't know who is looking after him?"
"It was my grandfather and Haldir- oopsie."
"HALDIR?!?!?!?!?!!?!?"
"Well, he offered!"
"He probably wanted to torture my poor-"
"You screamed?" Haldir popped his head around the door.
"It was a cry of disgust, not a call," she snarled. He shot her a dark look.
"Fine, I was going to be civil, but suit yourself." He disappeared again huffily.
"Gay ponce. Anyway, as I was saying- wait. He was going to be civil?" She raised an eyebrow. "What in the name of wonder is happening to the arrogant git? First he offers to look after the child that is the bane of his life and then he's going to be nice to me? What the hell is happening to the world? Honestly, you're confined to a room for two months and this is what transpires."
"Now, I can't say I understand that," said the Elven Princess confusedly. "That's just weird. Hey, maybe Kemen has brainwashed him." The girls were silent for a moment and then burst out laughing at the visions of Kemen sitting Haldir down and swinging a pendulum in front of his face whilst chanting: "Haldir go sleepy time. Haldir listen to me. Haldir like Silva. Silva lovely lady."
"Perhaps not," giggled Silva. "It's very funny though."
"Extremely. Anyway, look Silva, we're sorry we invited lots of people, but well..."
"Well what?"
"That's all I got."
"I suppose I really don't have a choice, do I?" Arwen grinned and shook her head.
"Nope, now come on, let's go back in." The two best friends re-entered the Great Hall. Thranduil spotted them and laughed.
"Well, if we're all ready, shall we get going?" he called. A cheer swept through the hall, and they all set off.
**
E/N: You know, I'm going to be really random and just have a little nostalgia moment. I'm going to do some reviewer notes! *wipes tears from eyes* Do excuse me! Oh, and I'm going to go from some random place, anywhere, ok?
Chrissie ~ Would you stop being so praise-y! You're making me blush here! And you don't worship me, we must all worship Tolkien for creating the preciousssssss... *ahem* sorry, Gollum is currently possessing me (not in a dodgy way) I meant Legolas. *manic grin* Anywayz, I'm glad I made you happy. And anyway, how could I kill her really? Would I do that? Well, ok, so maybe I would for dramatic purposes, but hey!
Mojo ~ Yes they are all friends again! 'Tis very good! And I'm glad I sufficiently amused you! And I have no idea in the slightest where 'Long live the Valars' undies' came from, but I'm kinda glad it did surface from the very depths of my twisted mind. It seems to have tickled people immensely! Lol!
Estriel ~ Hey chick! It's great to see you reviewing again! I'm glad you like the story, that is the aim, believe it or not! Lol! Chocolate does, indeed, calm all nerves, that is why our darling Thranduil is so obsessed. Only with him, there's the minor detail that it kind reacts with him to make him a lil hyper and a bit drunk. But oh well, what does it matter?
Nikki ~ Wow, do I have a lot to say to you. Hmm, now then, I think I'm going to go with the number things again. Lol! 1) Yes, I nearly killed her, but as I said to Chrissie, would I really do that to her? I can take her very close to death, but I couldn't kill her completely! I love her waaaaay too much for that. 2) I'm glad you liked my two points of view on her dying breath. I thought that would be quite effective. Obviously I was right! 3) Yes, I too was very mad, and I was writing it! They are very stupid for not accepting they are in love. I mean, HELLO! It's kinda obvious! 4) LLTVU seems to have gone down a treat with everyone. Like I said before to Mojo, I dunno where the heck it came from, but I'm damn glad it did! 5) Ah-ha, now that would be telling! Nah, I'm j/k! I am going to take this pretty much right up to the Council of Elrond, there it will be taken off my hands and given to Guardian of Tears in The Fellowship of the Naz-Girls. You should all go and check it out.
Gossamer: Fie, that is shameless promoting.
Elfie: Yeah I know, it's great, isn't it?! Anyway, as I was saying, GoT has already started FotNG (as everyone knows if you read my E/N's) and that's where it sort of begins with Silva. It's hard to explain, but you'll see when I get there. But don't worry, there's quite a while to go yet. Plenty more angst before this damn successful fic ends! *manic grin* 6) I don't mind in the slightest that you've used my bio as a sort of template for yours. The fact that you've mentioned me took me way, way, way over the concern border into 'chuffed to bits' league! 7) Is this update soon enough for you?
Kate ~ Hmmm, I guess you like this fic then? Lol!