A/N: Argh! I couldn't help it, I just HAVE to update again. Boromir's such
a sweetie, no? And that cliffhanger was worse for me then it was for you,
you know. I've been plagued with plot twists for the last 24 (well, 48 now
that I'm posting. Can't post too quickly, now can I?) hours so I'm going to
try my best to work myself up to what I know has to happen. And haven't I
mentioned that the love interest will not be Legolas? There are way too
many Legolas fics around. The only reason this is under Legolas as it's
primary character is to get more people to read it because people search
for Legolas more than any other character, I'm guessing (devious aren't
I?).
Oh yeah, *grumbles* *Shaitan gives Aman a shove* Grr! Tolkien's not mine, most likely never will be lest I succeed in my quest. Nat, Thom and Jluvien (he still needs a name and he's getting impatient!) are mine.
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Title: A Place Of Her Own
Chapter: Mellifluous Divulgences
Rating: *sigh*
Summary: Obvious, girl and her brother find themselves in ME and the following are the adventures that ensue.
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"I will teach you," Boromir said quietly as Nat turned to Gimli to strike up the conversation again.
Nat hadn't heard him. Boromir sighed softly and watched her laugh animatedly with Gimli. Moments later the second course arrived and Nat's attention was on her food.
Boromir turned to his plate. Venison. How he detested venison. It had been all he had eaten on the way to Rivendell. Dried venison then and now they served it with rich sauces and a fresh salad. He made a quick face at the dish before him and glanced to the girl seated next to him. She was also eyeing the food suspiciously.
"Come on," he told her, taking her hand, "Let's get some real food." He grinned and she smiled gratefully.
"Thanks, that pheasant before was really . . ." Nat told him quietly a they wound their way through the tables to the servant's entrance.
"Rich?"
"Yeah . . ."
Boromir led her down the stairs to the kitchen to find the Hall's cooks hard at work. No one noticed them as they made their way to a pantry in the corner.
Boromir looked over his choices and then took out two pieces of bread, giving one to Nat.
"Not much here I'm afraid," he told her as he rummaged though the pantry for some filling.
Nat looked over his shoulder and spotted some cheese in the corner.
"How about that?" she suggested. Boromir looked over and took the cheese out, looking over it and finally satisfied, grabbed a knife from a nearby bench and cut some slices, handing some to Nat.
They went outside and sat down to eat in silence.
Nat broke off the bread into smaller pieces to eat the roll slowly while Boromir took a chunk out of it. Crumbs were soon falling into his beard.
Nat laughed when she looked at him.
"You got breadcrumbs in your beard!" she said, smiling. Boromir wiped his mouth quickly, dislodging the crumbs. They finished their rolls in silence and sat there, staring out over the valley.
Somewhere above them in the Hall, the orchestra began another number. Boromir stood up and gestured to Nat.
"It's now or never," he told her.
"What? Me dance? No way."
"Come on," he urged her taking her hand and pulling her up, "It will be fun, I promise you. Or at least interesting." He smirked.
"You saying I can't dance?" accused Nat.
"Oh, never," Boromir smirked at her again, challenging her.
"Well, that's settled, let's go back up then." Nat turned her back on the man and made her way back towards the Hall.
Boromir grabbed at her arm, nearly ripping the sleeve.
"You'll be asked to dance as son as you enter that door you know," he told her.
Nat shrugged his hand off her shoulder.
"Well, then. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
She turned and made her way to where she thought her rooms were.
"You're going the wrong way, lady. The guest rooms are in the western wing."
Nat turned and glared at him.
"And it'll be seen as bad grace if you leave so early."
"It's nearly eleven!"
The man shrugged.
"Elven banquets last quite late into the night, Nat."
Nat watched him warily.
"Why can't I just not dance?" she asked, oblivious to the disgusting double negative. Boromir winced at her language but answered her nonetheless.
"Well, you've already offended the princeling by not dancing with him, and I know for a fact that Elrond will be asking you."
"But he's . . . he's . . ."
"Your host. And I know for a fact that his son's are charged with dancing at least twice with you this night."
Nat blew air through her nose in fury, getting a well-deserved look from Boromir as well as an awkward position.
"I don't want to . . . but he's . . . I can't dance . . . I . . ." Nat gave up trying to get her thoughts out of her head in a near scream of indignation.
Boromir handed her a hanky, which she looked over suspiciously before accepting gratefully and blowing into it.
"Bleugh . . ." she said trying to give it back to Boromir.
"Keep it," he said.
She sat down on the chair she'd so recently vacated in a sigh of despair.
"Why should I care if . . ."
"You brother will be frowned upon and be given a hard time, not to mention yourself."
This hit the nail on the head. Nat turned to Boromir.
"Not that I want to or anything, but before I go in there I want a five minute lesson in dance."
She got up and approached him carefully.
"I don't believe I'm doing this . . ." she said as she surrendered herself to Boromir's meticulous corrections in her posture.
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Five minutes later she walked back into the Hall, slightly educated about the nuances of dancing. Boromir had taught her enough to keep her on her feet and not trip anyone else up. Almost immediately she was accosted by two dark haired elves.
"Lady Natalie?" one asked, "My name is Elrohir, would you care to dance?" Without waiting for answer he took her by the arm and dragged her onto the floor.
"Don't take too long, brother!" yelled the one that was left behind.
"My twin, Elladan," explained the elf that had now taken firm hold of her waist and hand.
"So, Lady Natalie . . ."he began
"Just Nat," said Nat distractedly.
"Nat then. How long do you plan to stay in Rivendell?" the elf asked her courteously.
"I don't know," replied Nat, watching her feet uncertainly.
"I hope you enjoy your stay, however long you will be staying. My father spoke of you taking some archery lessons tomorrow and wondered what would be good time would be for you?"
She looked up at him in surprise and nearly tripped where it not for his hands gripping her tightly.
"Archery?"
"Yes. Oh, I'm sorry. My father has told me that I was to teach you," he explained. He continued to talk in her ear as he spun her. Nat let herself be moved, here, there and everywhere in the capable hands of the elf.
He had asked her another question but Nat has simply blinked at him so it seemed the end of the conversation. These people confused her to know end. They were so much more confident with themselves and seemed at ease all the time.
Elrohir proceeded to stately lead her though two dances before returning to his brother and handing her over to him.
She felt positively dizzy after them, and she was passed along lines of men who waited patiently on the edge of the floor.
To her credit, she did not step on any feet or bump any of the other couples but she felt her clumsiness stand out among the other elven couples.
Names whirled past her, and soon enough she was reduced to her most basic of defences: Smile and Nod. For the next two hours, she grew tried and the elves that had twirled her around the floor began giving her drinks.
Boromir watched this nervously. He didn't want her doing something she'd regret in the morning.
He turned back to Aragorn, the heir of Isildur . . . or so he was told. He resumed telling the man of the affairs of Gondor, of his father, his brother, the enemies movements and their defences . . .
Nat was in the meanwhile, getting quite tipsy. The potent ingredient' of elven wine were beginning to go to her head. She stumbled a bit when one the elves gathered around her shoved her accidentally.
"Whoa . . ." she mumbled.
She'd been trashed before, but not this much. She felt the bile rise in her throat and knew she had to get out of there before she embarrassed herself and her host.
She tripped over and elf's leg as she went, and nearly went sprawling when someone caught her and heaved one of her arms around her shoulder. She murmured her thanks and let her head slump forward. Her saviour rudely slapped her awake again.
Together they staggered outside to the balcony where stranger was holding her head while she disgorged the night's meal.
"Uhghhh . . ." she said when she'd finished. She looked up blearily into the eyes of Iluvion who looked disapprovingly at her.
"No one will miss you if you retire now," he said as he pulled her from the balcony and half carried her towards her rooms.
"Need some help?" asked Boromir as Iluvion rested himself for a third time in only a matter of a few metres down the path.
Iluvion nodded gratefully.
The girl slumped between them, mumbling incoherently.
"So, you seemed a little cold towards your charge tonight," observed Boromir. Jluvien shot him a sideways look.
"I fell a bit . . . uncomfortable around her now," said Iluvion, trying to close the topic.
"Oh? What she do?" asked Boromir.
"Nothing that concerns you," sniffed Iluvion.
Boromir raised an eyebrow at the elf as they began on the steps up to the girl's room.
"She's very forward," said Iluvion, breaking the silence.
Boromir smiled at having gotten through to the elf.
"What did she say?"
Iluvion bashfully told Boromir the story of the dress as they hauled the comatose girl up the stairs.
Boromir nodded understandingly, he could believe the girl capable of being so blunt. Though, it seemed she had tried every other way of explaining her predicament to the elf everyway she knew how. He felt that sometimes he was the only one in Rivendell who understood how out of place she must have felt. Everyone else knew the ways of the elves. They were the only two human's there.
They heaved her on to her bed moments later. Nat threw her hands about for a while in a nightmare. Boromir went out and fetched some water to splash her face with.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily as she focussed on Iluvion's face, "Where's Thom?"
"Thom is asleep in bed, we've moved him to the room next to you," said Jluvien soothingly.
"Oh, that's good."
"And you are in your own room, get some sleep and drink plenty of water on the morrow."
Nat nodded and rolled over, snoring lightly. Boromir watched her before leaving the room with Iluvion.
He looked up in surprise to see the Elven Lord standing before them.
"I fear she did not know the potency of elven drink," Elrond said with a smile.
Boromir shook his head.
"My Lord, you should have warned her. She does not know the ways of elves," said Boromir sullenly.
Elrond raised his eyebrows at the man.
"You are excused from your duties here," he told Iluvion.
They both waited until the guard had gone out of earshot before looking back at each other.
"She did well, this night."
"That doesn't matter, what about next time? She can't always play it by ear. She's virtually defenceless in this world!" Boromir felt himself rapidly losing hi temper but at that moment he felt so sick by the elves and their high and mighty forbearance, he disregarded the warning signals that flashed caution at him and went on, about to yell when Aragorn came striding down the corridor.
"Boromir!" he began to chide, "I heard you form outside the building, lower your voice or those in the Hall will hear you too!"
Boromir paled visibly and trembled, realising his folly at raising his voice against his host.
"I am sorry, Lord Elrond, it's just that I . . ."
"No matter, Boromir. I understand your concern. I have arranged for her to learn some elvish crafts. Hopefully she will be able to blend into our company."
Boromir nodded bashfully.
"If I may take my leave?" he asked politely.
Elrond nodded and Boromir hurried back to his rooms, kicking himself mentally for having let his temper get the best of him.
Aragorn and Elrond looked at each other and then to the rapidly retreating back of the Heir to the Stewardship of Gondor.
"Elrond?"
"Yes, Estel?"
"No matter, my lord. It's just that . . . that man worries me, must he come with us?"
"Yes, I feel he has an important part to play."
Aragorn nodded and left Elrond alone to walk back to the Hall alone with his thoughts.
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A/N: Bleurgh. This chappy's a bit shorter than the other ones. Well, before I extended it a bit. Will leave you to review now. Hope you all enjoyed! I really want to get Thom back into the scene though. Maybe I'll let Thom take over the PoV next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Since this is a short one, I'll put in mythanks that seem to have accumulated over the psat week or two.
Alina11: Thanks, I'm hoping that I can have two separate stories with Thom and Nat now. Don't worry about the Boromir thing, I will not cheat! I promise you! Plus, Since this isn't a tenth walker, Nat can't go with Boromir . . . I tell you, you're the plot bunny that's latched onto my ankle! Stop it! I've got so many ideas! Argh! Make it stop! *thinks up another ending to story* Nooo! *is confused* *runs in circles* *smacks into wall* Oww . . . *looks up* *eyes widen* Perfect!
Me: I've kept writing . . . where are your reviews? :D
Seductive Gypsy: Not a Legomance definitely, and I've kept it up.
Ssam: Nullus anxietas, mate.
Stephanie-Priz: Glad you liked.
Porcelain Teacup: Teehee. Yes, poor widdle Boromir.. :D
Mandy5: I'm going, I'm going!
sqky0o7: Heh heh, Shaitan's still trying to destroy every wal in sight . . .
The Green Sorceress: Umm, I'll email you now, ks?
Thequeenbitch: Updated! And as you can now read, it's Jluvien!
Tindomiel: Thanks for such great crits! You're one of the main reviewers that have kept my hopes up for my fics. Thanks again for being so supportive and detailed in your reviews!
Ri0t-Gurl: No way! The Legions of Evil Penguins belong to ME! Mwahahaha! Thanks for the review!
Oracle: *pokes Oracle back* Chappy's are up!
SugarIcing: Glad you liked. Yeah, Nat's a toughie. She's still a girl but she's learned not to take things at face value, if you know what I mean.
Anaire Eruthiadeth: Congrats! You got the mistake! Wow, I didn't expect it to be picked up on so quickly! I didn't realise till after I posted but when no one pointed it out I thought maybe I could put it as a little competition.
Haki: So many names! Hmmm, I'll et you know next chappy, okies?
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Alrighties, that's it for now! See you next time I update!
Oh yeah, *grumbles* *Shaitan gives Aman a shove* Grr! Tolkien's not mine, most likely never will be lest I succeed in my quest. Nat, Thom and Jluvien (he still needs a name and he's getting impatient!) are mine.
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Title: A Place Of Her Own
Chapter: Mellifluous Divulgences
Rating: *sigh*
Summary: Obvious, girl and her brother find themselves in ME and the following are the adventures that ensue.
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"I will teach you," Boromir said quietly as Nat turned to Gimli to strike up the conversation again.
Nat hadn't heard him. Boromir sighed softly and watched her laugh animatedly with Gimli. Moments later the second course arrived and Nat's attention was on her food.
Boromir turned to his plate. Venison. How he detested venison. It had been all he had eaten on the way to Rivendell. Dried venison then and now they served it with rich sauces and a fresh salad. He made a quick face at the dish before him and glanced to the girl seated next to him. She was also eyeing the food suspiciously.
"Come on," he told her, taking her hand, "Let's get some real food." He grinned and she smiled gratefully.
"Thanks, that pheasant before was really . . ." Nat told him quietly a they wound their way through the tables to the servant's entrance.
"Rich?"
"Yeah . . ."
Boromir led her down the stairs to the kitchen to find the Hall's cooks hard at work. No one noticed them as they made their way to a pantry in the corner.
Boromir looked over his choices and then took out two pieces of bread, giving one to Nat.
"Not much here I'm afraid," he told her as he rummaged though the pantry for some filling.
Nat looked over his shoulder and spotted some cheese in the corner.
"How about that?" she suggested. Boromir looked over and took the cheese out, looking over it and finally satisfied, grabbed a knife from a nearby bench and cut some slices, handing some to Nat.
They went outside and sat down to eat in silence.
Nat broke off the bread into smaller pieces to eat the roll slowly while Boromir took a chunk out of it. Crumbs were soon falling into his beard.
Nat laughed when she looked at him.
"You got breadcrumbs in your beard!" she said, smiling. Boromir wiped his mouth quickly, dislodging the crumbs. They finished their rolls in silence and sat there, staring out over the valley.
Somewhere above them in the Hall, the orchestra began another number. Boromir stood up and gestured to Nat.
"It's now or never," he told her.
"What? Me dance? No way."
"Come on," he urged her taking her hand and pulling her up, "It will be fun, I promise you. Or at least interesting." He smirked.
"You saying I can't dance?" accused Nat.
"Oh, never," Boromir smirked at her again, challenging her.
"Well, that's settled, let's go back up then." Nat turned her back on the man and made her way back towards the Hall.
Boromir grabbed at her arm, nearly ripping the sleeve.
"You'll be asked to dance as son as you enter that door you know," he told her.
Nat shrugged his hand off her shoulder.
"Well, then. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
She turned and made her way to where she thought her rooms were.
"You're going the wrong way, lady. The guest rooms are in the western wing."
Nat turned and glared at him.
"And it'll be seen as bad grace if you leave so early."
"It's nearly eleven!"
The man shrugged.
"Elven banquets last quite late into the night, Nat."
Nat watched him warily.
"Why can't I just not dance?" she asked, oblivious to the disgusting double negative. Boromir winced at her language but answered her nonetheless.
"Well, you've already offended the princeling by not dancing with him, and I know for a fact that Elrond will be asking you."
"But he's . . . he's . . ."
"Your host. And I know for a fact that his son's are charged with dancing at least twice with you this night."
Nat blew air through her nose in fury, getting a well-deserved look from Boromir as well as an awkward position.
"I don't want to . . . but he's . . . I can't dance . . . I . . ." Nat gave up trying to get her thoughts out of her head in a near scream of indignation.
Boromir handed her a hanky, which she looked over suspiciously before accepting gratefully and blowing into it.
"Bleugh . . ." she said trying to give it back to Boromir.
"Keep it," he said.
She sat down on the chair she'd so recently vacated in a sigh of despair.
"Why should I care if . . ."
"You brother will be frowned upon and be given a hard time, not to mention yourself."
This hit the nail on the head. Nat turned to Boromir.
"Not that I want to or anything, but before I go in there I want a five minute lesson in dance."
She got up and approached him carefully.
"I don't believe I'm doing this . . ." she said as she surrendered herself to Boromir's meticulous corrections in her posture.
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Five minutes later she walked back into the Hall, slightly educated about the nuances of dancing. Boromir had taught her enough to keep her on her feet and not trip anyone else up. Almost immediately she was accosted by two dark haired elves.
"Lady Natalie?" one asked, "My name is Elrohir, would you care to dance?" Without waiting for answer he took her by the arm and dragged her onto the floor.
"Don't take too long, brother!" yelled the one that was left behind.
"My twin, Elladan," explained the elf that had now taken firm hold of her waist and hand.
"So, Lady Natalie . . ."he began
"Just Nat," said Nat distractedly.
"Nat then. How long do you plan to stay in Rivendell?" the elf asked her courteously.
"I don't know," replied Nat, watching her feet uncertainly.
"I hope you enjoy your stay, however long you will be staying. My father spoke of you taking some archery lessons tomorrow and wondered what would be good time would be for you?"
She looked up at him in surprise and nearly tripped where it not for his hands gripping her tightly.
"Archery?"
"Yes. Oh, I'm sorry. My father has told me that I was to teach you," he explained. He continued to talk in her ear as he spun her. Nat let herself be moved, here, there and everywhere in the capable hands of the elf.
He had asked her another question but Nat has simply blinked at him so it seemed the end of the conversation. These people confused her to know end. They were so much more confident with themselves and seemed at ease all the time.
Elrohir proceeded to stately lead her though two dances before returning to his brother and handing her over to him.
She felt positively dizzy after them, and she was passed along lines of men who waited patiently on the edge of the floor.
To her credit, she did not step on any feet or bump any of the other couples but she felt her clumsiness stand out among the other elven couples.
Names whirled past her, and soon enough she was reduced to her most basic of defences: Smile and Nod. For the next two hours, she grew tried and the elves that had twirled her around the floor began giving her drinks.
Boromir watched this nervously. He didn't want her doing something she'd regret in the morning.
He turned back to Aragorn, the heir of Isildur . . . or so he was told. He resumed telling the man of the affairs of Gondor, of his father, his brother, the enemies movements and their defences . . .
Nat was in the meanwhile, getting quite tipsy. The potent ingredient' of elven wine were beginning to go to her head. She stumbled a bit when one the elves gathered around her shoved her accidentally.
"Whoa . . ." she mumbled.
She'd been trashed before, but not this much. She felt the bile rise in her throat and knew she had to get out of there before she embarrassed herself and her host.
She tripped over and elf's leg as she went, and nearly went sprawling when someone caught her and heaved one of her arms around her shoulder. She murmured her thanks and let her head slump forward. Her saviour rudely slapped her awake again.
Together they staggered outside to the balcony where stranger was holding her head while she disgorged the night's meal.
"Uhghhh . . ." she said when she'd finished. She looked up blearily into the eyes of Iluvion who looked disapprovingly at her.
"No one will miss you if you retire now," he said as he pulled her from the balcony and half carried her towards her rooms.
"Need some help?" asked Boromir as Iluvion rested himself for a third time in only a matter of a few metres down the path.
Iluvion nodded gratefully.
The girl slumped between them, mumbling incoherently.
"So, you seemed a little cold towards your charge tonight," observed Boromir. Jluvien shot him a sideways look.
"I fell a bit . . . uncomfortable around her now," said Iluvion, trying to close the topic.
"Oh? What she do?" asked Boromir.
"Nothing that concerns you," sniffed Iluvion.
Boromir raised an eyebrow at the elf as they began on the steps up to the girl's room.
"She's very forward," said Iluvion, breaking the silence.
Boromir smiled at having gotten through to the elf.
"What did she say?"
Iluvion bashfully told Boromir the story of the dress as they hauled the comatose girl up the stairs.
Boromir nodded understandingly, he could believe the girl capable of being so blunt. Though, it seemed she had tried every other way of explaining her predicament to the elf everyway she knew how. He felt that sometimes he was the only one in Rivendell who understood how out of place she must have felt. Everyone else knew the ways of the elves. They were the only two human's there.
They heaved her on to her bed moments later. Nat threw her hands about for a while in a nightmare. Boromir went out and fetched some water to splash her face with.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily as she focussed on Iluvion's face, "Where's Thom?"
"Thom is asleep in bed, we've moved him to the room next to you," said Jluvien soothingly.
"Oh, that's good."
"And you are in your own room, get some sleep and drink plenty of water on the morrow."
Nat nodded and rolled over, snoring lightly. Boromir watched her before leaving the room with Iluvion.
He looked up in surprise to see the Elven Lord standing before them.
"I fear she did not know the potency of elven drink," Elrond said with a smile.
Boromir shook his head.
"My Lord, you should have warned her. She does not know the ways of elves," said Boromir sullenly.
Elrond raised his eyebrows at the man.
"You are excused from your duties here," he told Iluvion.
They both waited until the guard had gone out of earshot before looking back at each other.
"She did well, this night."
"That doesn't matter, what about next time? She can't always play it by ear. She's virtually defenceless in this world!" Boromir felt himself rapidly losing hi temper but at that moment he felt so sick by the elves and their high and mighty forbearance, he disregarded the warning signals that flashed caution at him and went on, about to yell when Aragorn came striding down the corridor.
"Boromir!" he began to chide, "I heard you form outside the building, lower your voice or those in the Hall will hear you too!"
Boromir paled visibly and trembled, realising his folly at raising his voice against his host.
"I am sorry, Lord Elrond, it's just that I . . ."
"No matter, Boromir. I understand your concern. I have arranged for her to learn some elvish crafts. Hopefully she will be able to blend into our company."
Boromir nodded bashfully.
"If I may take my leave?" he asked politely.
Elrond nodded and Boromir hurried back to his rooms, kicking himself mentally for having let his temper get the best of him.
Aragorn and Elrond looked at each other and then to the rapidly retreating back of the Heir to the Stewardship of Gondor.
"Elrond?"
"Yes, Estel?"
"No matter, my lord. It's just that . . . that man worries me, must he come with us?"
"Yes, I feel he has an important part to play."
Aragorn nodded and left Elrond alone to walk back to the Hall alone with his thoughts.
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A/N: Bleurgh. This chappy's a bit shorter than the other ones. Well, before I extended it a bit. Will leave you to review now. Hope you all enjoyed! I really want to get Thom back into the scene though. Maybe I'll let Thom take over the PoV next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Since this is a short one, I'll put in mythanks that seem to have accumulated over the psat week or two.
Alina11: Thanks, I'm hoping that I can have two separate stories with Thom and Nat now. Don't worry about the Boromir thing, I will not cheat! I promise you! Plus, Since this isn't a tenth walker, Nat can't go with Boromir . . . I tell you, you're the plot bunny that's latched onto my ankle! Stop it! I've got so many ideas! Argh! Make it stop! *thinks up another ending to story* Nooo! *is confused* *runs in circles* *smacks into wall* Oww . . . *looks up* *eyes widen* Perfect!
Me: I've kept writing . . . where are your reviews? :D
Seductive Gypsy: Not a Legomance definitely, and I've kept it up.
Ssam: Nullus anxietas, mate.
Stephanie-Priz: Glad you liked.
Porcelain Teacup: Teehee. Yes, poor widdle Boromir.. :D
Mandy5: I'm going, I'm going!
sqky0o7: Heh heh, Shaitan's still trying to destroy every wal in sight . . .
The Green Sorceress: Umm, I'll email you now, ks?
Thequeenbitch: Updated! And as you can now read, it's Jluvien!
Tindomiel: Thanks for such great crits! You're one of the main reviewers that have kept my hopes up for my fics. Thanks again for being so supportive and detailed in your reviews!
Ri0t-Gurl: No way! The Legions of Evil Penguins belong to ME! Mwahahaha! Thanks for the review!
Oracle: *pokes Oracle back* Chappy's are up!
SugarIcing: Glad you liked. Yeah, Nat's a toughie. She's still a girl but she's learned not to take things at face value, if you know what I mean.
Anaire Eruthiadeth: Congrats! You got the mistake! Wow, I didn't expect it to be picked up on so quickly! I didn't realise till after I posted but when no one pointed it out I thought maybe I could put it as a little competition.
Haki: So many names! Hmmm, I'll et you know next chappy, okies?
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Alrighties, that's it for now! See you next time I update!