Hello there, mellyn-nín! I hope you liked the last chapter even if it was a little…slow. Ah well, my muses weren't very active that day. Though I did learn how to fix my computer desk with a stapler. Hehe. Maybe they are awake today. Let us see, shall we?
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Chapter 13- Aerogaladhad
The Crown Prince took long, hurried strides down the corridor with his youngest sister behind him. The parchment with the newest message was clutched tightly in his hand and the writings gnawed at the ellon's mind as he tried to decipher it. He forced the doors open to Lord Elrond's study and dashed over to his desk while still trying to keep up his princely aura. The noble lord looked up at Nendir was curiosity and surprise.
"May I help you, Prince Nendir?" He asked as politely as he could without showing too much of his annoyance. He took a quick glance over the ellon's shoulder as Melyanna rushed into the room and then looked back to the Crown Prince.
"I just found another one of the messages." He said quickly, "Have you figured anything out yet?"
"Nay, I have not." He replied and Nendir's face visibly fell, "Let me see the message." The ellon thrust the paper to Elrond who raised an eyebrow at him. The young elf bowed his head apologetically.
"Forgive me. This matter has been plaguing my mind since it first started occurring." He said quietly. The lord nodded his head once in understanding and took the paper.
Elrond leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh and carefully read over the passages. Even as he read, Nendir could see the noble's lips turn to a frown and he knew that he could make no sense of it either. The ellon leaned forward in his chair again and picked up his quill, dipping it in his ink and then started making markings in the writing. The Crown Prince watched this curiously, not understanding anything he wrote down. After a moment, Elrond gave a tired sigh and set the quill back down. He looked up at Nendir with an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry, Nendir, but this is still as baffling to me as it is to you. Have you tried speaking with anyone else on this matter?" He asked, "Perhaps my wife could help you. After all, she is the daughter of the Lady Galadriel." At this, Nendir nodded.
"Where can I find her?"
"I believe she is with your parents."
"Thank you." He bowed low and turned on his heel, nearly running into Melyanna, and then strode out of the room. The young princess glanced at Elrond and bowed her head, then hurried after her brother.
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Ithilwen's eyes were still slightly red from her crying. The protective arm of her husband was wrapped around her shoulders and one of his gentle hands was resting on her swollen belly. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as the face of Lord Daeron flashed in front of her eyes and more tears threatened to spill from her cerulean eyes. Lady Celebrían, wife of Elrond and daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, sat across from them with a troubled look upon her delicate face. Her light blonde, almost silver, hair cascaded over her features, escaping from their usual confinement of braids. She had been trying to comfort the distressed elven couple but was failing to do so. The burden of the recent occurrences weighed heavily on their thoughts.
"How do your children fare?" She asked quietly. Her voiced was as melodious as the soft calling of birds in the early morning but it was currently marred with sorrow.
"They are suffering greatly, I believe." Thranduil replied, still stroking his beloved comfortingly, "They are too young, Celebrían, to be going through this. Too innocent."
"They will always be too young, Thranduil." She replied.
"I feel as if I cannot protect my children!" Ithilwen cried, "What am I to do with this new one if I cannot defend the ones I have now?"
Celebrían was at a loss on what to say. Never before had she seen her closest friend in such a state. The Queen of Mirkwood was always composed and loving towards her family and people. She had some trying times in Rivendell, yes, but nothing could prepare her for this.
"Come now, Ithilwen, you have done a wonderful job raising and protecting your children." She said, then chuckled softly, "You protected them from taking on my sons' qualities, did you not?" This gained her a watery smile but the Queen quickly buried her face in her husband's neck again. Celebrían gave a sorrowful sigh and sent Thranduil an apologetic look. He managed a small smile, then rested his cheek on Ithilwen's golden head.
There was soft tapping at the door and Thranduil sighed.
"Come in." He called monotonously without even looking up. The large doors creaked open to reveal a slightly tousled Nendir. The Crown Prince walked in slowly and closed, the door then began trying to straighten out his hair. He bowed quickly and then took a few steps forward.
"If I may, I would like to speak to Lady Celebrían privately." He said quietly, almost shyly, and the lady smiled.
"Of course, Prince Nendir." She replied and stood up. She placed a comforting hand on Thranduil's shoulder, then strode gracefully over to Nendir. She gave him another smile and he offered her his arm. With a small chuckle, she tucked her arm in his and they strode out of the room. They vaguely noticed Melyanna who stood there, watching as they slowly meandered down the hall.
"What would you like to speak about?" Celebrían asked softly.
"I have been receiving messages lately, my lady, but I cannot figure out what they mean." Nendir replied after a long while, as if carefully choosing his words. The lady furrowed her brow.
"Perhaps it is some sort of telepathy or foresight." She suggested but he shook his head.
"It could not be. Neither telepathy or foresight runs in our family." He said, "Besides, I do not think that it is telling something that will happen. The only recurrent statement is something that has to do with a red bird's call. What could this mean, my lady?"
Celebrían sighed heavily as she unconsciously gripped tighter onto the Crown Prince's arm. She looked down to her feet as she walked and searched her mind for any possible explanations. When none came to her, she sighed once more.
"I do not know what this might mean." She said quietly, "I am sorry I cannot help you."
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The ellon dragged his feet as he opened to door to his room, a solemn look on his fair face. He closed the door quietly and strode over to his bed. He felt his spirits fall even further when he found that Ethiriel was not there as he hoped her to be. Her love would have helped him greatly at the moment. He flopped down on his stomach and buried his face in the pillows with a soft groan.
After a moment, he propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his eyes on his palms. He glanced out the window to see that it clouds had covered the sun completely, leaving shadows to flit across his room and create an eerie mask on his face.
A faint shuffling and a muffled snort from the closet caught Nendir's attention. The ellon stopped in his tracks immediately, eyes wide. His heart began to pound when there was a crash inside and another snort. When the noise seemed to subside, he took another step forward, trying to get out of his chambers as quickly as possible but the shuffling continued.
Nendir swallowed hard and his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. He didn't know why but, for the first time in a long time, he was truly horrified of what he might find in the closet. As an elfling, he continuously pleaded with his parents to let him stay in their room in fear that something might come out of his wardrobe. Those childhood thoughts had seemed to come back to haunt him.
Hesitantly, he reached out to the handle and grasped it firmly. The shuffling stopped once more as if it, what ever it was, knew that someone was near. The Crown Prince prayed to the Valar that it was just one of his siblings, or the twins, playing a joke on him but something deep in his heart told him otherwise. With a shaky sigh, he slowly turned the knob.
But something slammed forcefully against the opposite side of the door and grabbed the handle, keeping the ellon from turning it.
His heart leapt up in his throat, eyes wide with fear, and he held his breath. Visions of what it might be flooded his senses until he slowly released the knob and took two steps back. The beat of his heart slowed slightly when nothing more happened but he suddenly felt hot bile rise up in his throat.
The handle creaked eerily as it rotated slowly. The door opened inwards just a crack but that was enough to send Nendir running.
Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he bolted out of his chambers and down the corridor to where he knew his naneth would be. Without a second thought, he busted through the doors and all eyes of the noble lords and ladies turned to the distraught ellon. He didn't take too much noticed of them; only enough to realize that they weren't there before he entered earlier.
"Naneth!"
Ithilwen stood up from her seat and gazed at her son with questioning eyes. With a distressed cry, he dashed forward and threw himself into her awaiting arms. She immediately wrapped her arms protectively around him and kissed his temple. Nendir let his tears fall freely onto the Queen's dew colored dress, saying no words.
"Hush, my son, what ails you?"
"Naneth…" He breathed, trying to compose himself, "There…there is something in my wardrobe."
The Queen furrowed her brow, thinking that she had misunderstood him. Something in his wardrobe, she thought. That seemed a bit juvenile.
"Nendir, what do you mean?" She questioned quietly so no one else could hear them.
"Something was in there. When I tried to open the door, it stopped me and I stepped away but it continued to open by itself." He explained, gritting his teeth as he tried to restrain his tears. Ithilwen sighed and grabbed the ellon by the shoulders and pushed him away gently.
"Don't you think you are a little old for this?" She asked with slight annoyance in her voice. The Crown Prince's tears immediately dried up and he looked at his naneth questioningly.
"You do not believe me?" He breathed. The elleth frowned and took a step away from up but immediately felt a pang of hurt pass through her heart when she saw the pained expression upon his face. She immediately came forward again and kissed his forehead.
"I think perhaps this whole ordeal is going to your head. I am sorry, Nendir, but maybe you should take some rest." She replied, "I assure you that there is nothing in your wardrobe."
She nearly tripped over her dress when the Crown Prince shoved her away from himself. Ithilwen, after regaining her footing, stared in disbelief at the ellon. He glared back at her with icy eyes and spun around, storming out the door with his gray-green cloak billowing out behind him. Every elf in the room jumped when the door slammed shut and then glanced among one another when they heard the ellon crying out in frustration and anger.
Ithilwen slumped back down into her seat and held her head in her hands. She sighed tiredly and placed her hands on her belly once again. A faint smile spread across her face when she felt her baby daughter already kicking. It seemed as if she would have her youngest brother's spirit when she was born and the Queen wasn't sure if she should be thankful for that. Legolas had put up quite a fuss in his earlier years.
But she frowned once more when the moving ceased and she heard Nendir's quick footsteps running down the hall and constant crashes and banging. Far down the corridor, she heard a set of doors slam and she let her emotions spill out.
Her shoulders racked with sobs and she buried her face in her hands. Golden hair spilled over her face and she vaguely felt the nobles around her coming to her side. They put their arms around her shoulders and caressed her arms and back comforting while whispering soothing words. Ithilwen could feel none of it nor hear any of it. Her thoughts drifted to her husband and how much she would give to be in his warm embrace once more.
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A vase shattered against the wall and the shards fell to the floor in a pile. The door was forcefully kicked closed and the slam echoed in the room and down the corridor. More crashes followed that as the Crown Prince yelled, trying to vent his anger. Finally, he fell to his knees and rested his forehead in his palms.
Nendir sat there for a long moment, never looking up. Blood was pounding in his ears and he couldn't hear anything because of it. He sighed softly and allowed his hands to drop to the floor. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the ceiling.
"Why is this happening?" He asked himself quietly, "Why us? What have we done?"
"You know why, Nendir."
The ellon leapt to his feet and spun around with wide eyes. Fire erupted in his heart and he saw red in front of him when his emerald eyes landed upon the silvery form of Nimedhel.
"What do you want!" The Crown Prince growled. He quickly gazed around his room, looking for any sort of weapon. He knew that his bow was in his closet, which he had no intention of going in, and his dagger was upon the desk that the silver elf was perched upon. Nimedhel shook his head.
"I ask nothing of you, my prince." He replied, sliding off the desk and taking a few steps towards him, "But I have something for you."
Nendir contemplated this for a moment with hesitant eyes. So far, the elf had done no harm to him or his family. The only thing he had done was bring him more of the messages. The Crown Prince's face faltered at this thought. If that was the only thing he brought, then he probably was carrying yet another one.
"A message." Nendir said more as a statement then a question. Nimedhel nodded once.
"You are correct." He replied, "But I was bidden to give this one to you verbally." The Crown Prince quirked his eyebrow and nodded slowly.
"Alright." He said hesitantly, "This is the last one that you shall receive." With a sigh, the silver elf strode slowly over to the ellon with a saddened look in his eyes. Nendir watched him carefully and furrowed his brow when he sensed something.
He felt as if he knew this elf for a long time. There was something about him that was familiar but he could not place it. Something about his silver eyes stood out to him and it unnerved the Crown Prince.
"Listen." Nimedhel said breathily. As he continued to speak, his voice seemed to gain more power and was more masculine. It echoed off the walls and sent a shiver down his spine.
'Death is not an option
In the fate of the red bird's call
Remember the day the red bird called'
Everything was silent for a moment and Nimedhel seemed to sway on his feet. Just before he collapsed to the ground, Nendir swooped down and caught his, keeping him upon his feet.
"What does it mean?" The Crown Prince asked frantically while the silver elf clung to consciousness. His eyes drooped slightly and his mouth opened and closed but no words came out, "Nimedhel?"
"Do not look for it." He breathed, clutching onto his tunic.
"Look for what, Nimedhel?" He asked.
"You will not find it." The silver elf continued, "It will come to you."
"What is it!" He called but got no response. The elf had already gone limp in his arms.
A shrill scratching in the wardrobe caught the Crown Prince's attention and his eyes widened. He gently let Nimedhel drop to the ground and he stood up, fists clenched. Just as it had before, the knob on the door creaked and the door was pulled inwards.
Nendir gulped once the door was completely open but he saw nothing but darkness and his clothing. After a tense moment, he took a slow step forward and then another until he was a few feet from the opening. Still, nothing happened. With a shaky sigh, the ellon closed the gap and grabbed the handle.
A hand gripped his wrist tightly to the point where it was almost unbearable. The Crown Prince cried out in both fear and pain and yanked away. The hand let him go easily and he fell to the ground in a heap.
His breath was ragged and his whole body shook as Elinyro stepped slowly out of the closet. His lips were turned up into a malicious smile as he fingered the dagger that was tucked in his belt. He still looked the same as ever; clad in silver.
"Hello, Prince Nendir." He said wickedly.
"What do you want from me?" Nendir hissed.
"Do you not know? Has your brother not told you?" The elf asked, grinning.
"You want our power." The Crown Prince said, "But you shall never receive what you seek." Elinyro merely shrugged and looked over the young ellon's shoulder.
"Ah, speaking of your brother." Nendir furrowed his brow and cautiously turned around, not wanting to be caught off guard.
Where Nimedhel once lay was a young ellon who looked to be a few years short of two thousand. His golden hair covered his face though his fine features were still visible. He was clad in a brown tunic with grey leggings. Nendir felt his heart drop.
"Oh Valar…" He breathed, "Legolas!"
He crawled over to his youngest brother and picked him up, cradling him against his chest. He buried his face in his golden mane, already fearing the worst.
"Oh, Legolas, what has happened to you?"
"He has proven most helpful, prince." Elinyro said, still smirking.
"What have you done to him?" Nendir growled, spinning around to face him while still holding his brother protectively.
"Well, I needed some way to get those messages to you, did I not? I needed someone who was deep inside your pathetic family." He replied, "This whelp seemed innocent enough."
Nendir felt his blood boil at this treacherous elf's words. How dare he use Legolas for his own horrible deeds! The young prince should not have been involved in this.
"Legolas has nothing to do with this! How could do this to someone as innocent as he!" The Crown Prince shouted. Elinyro shrugged.
"Well, that is exactly what I wanted. Someone who was innocent and would not be suspected." He replied and a malicious grin slowly spread across his lips, "Speaking of which."
The Crown Prince felt the wind knocked out of him as the other elf's boot was thrust into his stomach. Legolas flew out of his arms and landed in a heap, still oblivious to it all. Nendir fell onto his back with a sharp yelp. He looked up at Elinyro who was standing above him and screamed painfully until his world went black before his eyes.
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Legolas vaguely felt himself tossed into a small room carelessly and his head collided into a sharp corner. When he heard the door slam once more, he groaned and brought his hand up to his now bleeding head. A hiss escaped his lips when a shot of pain traveled up his arm and he pried his eyes open. The sling that it had been placed in was missing and it was sporting brown and blue bruises.
He tried to recollect what had happened to him but he could scarcely remember anything. He knew that someone had come into the room while he was resting and grabbed him roughly on the neck. He tried to fight back but the person was too strong and his broken arm didn't help matters. The last memory he had was of a fist connecting with his face.
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Lightning cracked outside the window, followed by the inevitable boom of thunder. Rain pelted down onto the windows, creating a normally gentle and calming sound but not this time. The winds whipped violently outside and leaves were shredded in midair. Trees were snapped like twigs and were coming dangerously close to the homes and markets scattered in the palace grounds.
Nendir awoke with a jolt when a branch was slammed against the window. A few cracks formed in the glass but not enough to shatter it. The Crown Prince groaned and pulled his arms out from underneath his body. He rolled over, only to feel something sharp cut into his skin. He hissed in pain and reached under him. Lying beneath him was a dagger with an ivory hilt carved into a dragon. His eyes adjusted to the light slowly and he felt a hot bile rise up in his throat.
It was coated in blood.
With a small gasp in fear, he threw the dagger aside and stood up hurriedly. He was still in his room and Legolas had gone. Elinyro was no where to be found. He stole a glance down at himself and felt his heart constrict.
Not only was his dagger bloodied, his tunic and leggings were also covered in the thick, crimson liquid. His soft boots had been soaked through and he could feel the iciness of it caked on his feet. His heart fluttering, he reached up and ran his hands through his mahogany hair. His mane was slicked back tightly from the fresh blood.
He felt near to fainting until he noticed dark prints stained in his carpet. Not even bothering to clean up first, he slowly followed the tracks. As he continued, he picked up the pace until he was sprinting down the halls. No one was about and, for that, he was thankful. He was only horrified of what he might find around the next corner.
And horrified would only be a mild way of putting it when his eyes met the sight on the ground.
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Thranduil awoke with a great cry and sprang up from his bed. His heart was pounding madly in his chest and beads of sweat trailed down his forehead. A dream had come to him; one that was too horrible to imagine. Elves rarely dreamed and when they did, it was usually a vision of something that would come in the future.
And that was the one thing that frightened the Elvenking the most.
He dreamed that his wife, Ithilwen, had been attacked and was lying helpless somewhere in the dark forest. No one was around and they never found her.
When he was about to lie back down, he glanced over to Ithilwen's side of the bed and felt his heart skip a beat. She was nowhere to be seen. He searched deep inside for the bond that they had created countless times but found nothing. He could no longer feel her presence inside of himself.
With shaky hands, Thranduil took his robe from the floor where it hard been carelessly tossed and pulled it onto his body. He took a small knife from his nightstand and held it so tight that his knuckles turned white. With nervous steps, he moved out of the chamber and down the hallway, now using the bond that had been created already between him and his unborn daughter to find where Ithilwen was.
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Nendir shook his head in disbelief. His eyes were wide open in shock and his jaw hung slack. The dagger that he held in his hand dropped to the floor with a clatter and he dropped to his knees, ignoring the pain that coursed through his thigh when he landed upon the blade.
He was oblivious to his father coming upon him from the opposite side. There was a sharp gasp as the Elvenking laid his eyes upon the one in front of him.
Ithilwen's lifeless cerulean eyes stared up at the ceiling, glistening with tears that did not have time to be shed. Her white dress had been stained by her own blood, marring its beauty. Her golden hair cascaded over her head like a halo; an angel passing into the Halls of Mandos. The only thing that brought comfort to the two ellons was that her swollen belly remained, free of blood.
But this was not enough for the Elvenking.
Tears streamed down his pale cheeks and he dropped down to his knees, crawling towards the elleth. He reached out with trembling hands and stroked back her silky hair. He traced her jaw line with his finger up to the point of her ear. When he received no response, he let his emotions loose.
He yelled in anguish, as loud as he could, and pulled his wife to his chest. He let all of his pain, torture, and sufferings explode in his screams. Nendir still had not moved from his spot, frozen in shock.
"Who did this!" Thranduil shouted desperately, placing kisses upon Ithilwen's forehead, "Who took my wife from me!"
The screams continued and all those around awoke from their slumber. The elves poked their heads out of the room in curiosity and they cried out in pain and shock. Their beloved Queen was gone!
"Why, Valar, why!" Thranduil cried, "Why have you done this to me!"
The light steps of the younger princes and princesses reached the elves ears but they paid no attention to them. Melyanna, who had come with Elladan, gasped and nearly fell to the ground when she saw her naneth on the ground. The Noldo Elf quickly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead, whispering soft words. Norui stood in disbelief, Glithiel attached to his arm, and Legolas had come with Ethiriel. Both young elves were stunned.
Lothron plunged through the group and, which would be surprising to the other elves if the situation was not what it was, Elrohir followed in tow. The elleth knelt down by her ada and fought back the lump in her throat. She vaguely noticed the ellon behind her, stroking her back comfortingly.
"Ada, we must take Naneth to the Healing Wing if we want to save the baby." She said tearfully. It hurt her to have to wrench her naneth from the King's arms but he seemed limp and was not able to fight her. Elrohir scooped the Queen up in his arms and the two rushed to the Healing Wing.
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Not more then an hour later, Thranduil sat in the Healing Wing's with his baby daughter in his arms. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gazed upon the small elfling. Her bright eyes were behind half closed eyelids, concealing their peculiar color. The baby's left eye was an emerald green, like her father's and most of her sibling', while her right eye was a cerulean blue, like her mother's and Legolas's. Little puffs of golden hair was scattered over her head. Though she was born prematurely, the healers had assured the King that she would live.
Thranduil choked back the lump in his throat as he rocked his baby in his arms, whispering soft words to her. When she sighed softly and grabbed his large finger, he could not help but let his tears flow once more.
The princes and princesses stood behind their ada, clueless of what to do next. The other healers had taken Ithilwen from Lothron's care and were treating her far from the couple. It was now that they needed to be together to help get each other through this new experience.
Norui placed his hand on his youngest brother's shoulder and squeezed slightly.
"It looks like you are not the baby anymore." He said through his tears. Legolas inhaled sharply with a short nod but did not say anything.
"Legolas, come." Thranduil said suddenly, his voice cracking. The ellon obeyed without question. He placed a hand on his Ada's arm, "What is her name?"
"What?" He questioned. His voice was so raspy that the others could not recognize it.
"It is a family tradition." The King said slowly, "The youngest always names the new child. Melyanna gave you your name and Lothron gave her hers. Her name was given to her by Norui whose name was given to him by Nendir. Now it is your turn."
Legolas searched his young mind for the best name possible. It had to be something that would fit her wonderfully and would compliment the beauty that he was sure she would have later in her life. Inspiration hit him when the little elfling opened her eyes slowly and blinked at the golden haired prince.
"Aerogaladhad." He said quietly, "Her name will be Aerogaladhad." A small smile flitted across Thranduil's face. Nendir smiled at his brother.
"Sea of Trees." He breathed, "That suits her."
"That is beautiful, Legolas." The Elvenking said just as quietly, "Your naneth would have loved that name."
"Not 'would'." Legolas said, earning him curious glances, "She will love that name." The golden haired prince kneeled in front of his father and placed a hand on his knee.
"Naneth lives, Ada. She lives here," He pointed to his heart, "Here," Then his head, "And here." Legolas gently placed his hand on his baby sister.
The Elvenking thought for a moment and when it sunk in, he cried out and pulled his children to him. They all let their tears flow freely now as they embraced one another, comforting each other as well as they could in this trying time.
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Far away in the distant lands of Hollin, a lone Peregrine Falcon swooped over the grassy plains. Her piercing eyes studied the ground intently, searching for any prey to quench her hunger and loneliness. She was about to swoop down on an unsuspecting hare when a sting of pain shot through her heart.
She screeched madly and felt herself plummeting down to earth but was suddenly stopped right before she hit the ground. For a moment, she seemed to hover in midair until she finally dropped the remaining distance. Immediately, she popped up once more and twirled her head around. After a moment, she cooed softly and took flight again, heading in the direction of Mirkwood.
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You better have liked this one! I hurt a few fingers on my right hand so I was using basically six fingers to write this::destroys her hand and the brother who injured it: Aaanywho…
By the way, I don't know if it is possible for elves to be born with two different eye colors but oh well. I thought it was cute. :grin: As for her name, which means Sea of Trees, is named after her eyes. I think you can figure it out. ;)
Crecy- Aw, I am sorry! I did not know there was anyone out there that liked him that much. Trust me, it was hard for me to do that but I felt it necessary. I am sorry:( Yes, I did make the messages (during geometry, hehe) and yes, they mean something. But I cannot tell you what! You shall see that next chapter, I promise. ;) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Jousting Elf with a Sabre- Hello there, mellon-nín! How are you? Lol, yes, you are the Queen of Inconsistency. ;) Thank you for all of those compliments in the email! Greatly appreciated. ;) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Well, that is about it! We now have one chapter left and then the epilogue! Whew, my first completed story and then I am free to deal with only one! lol! Of course, I have several other planned but oh well. We'll see what happens. Thank you all so much!
Also, I am not going to be here next Saturday so I will see if I can get a chapter up sometime Thursday. Remember that! ;) See you then!
Until Next Time,
Manwathiel