I noticed that people want me Marcus to get Morphs for Eliwood to marry (Limstella, Sonia, Ephidel… no wait no one said Ephidel.) pretty smart idea despite the fact they are all dead (Who cares? Have you even seen the number of MatthewxLeila fics out there? She's dead.) So anyway, who am I thanking for this idea? Oh yes! Narakusnoone!

If I haven't used your ideas yet I am not trying to be mean and neglect you, I just haven't got round to them yet. It's not my fault. Blame Marcus. -Hides behind Marcus-

Warning: yeah you should know by now… don't read this if you are one of those nifty fan girls that are totally in love with Eliwood (but that's just my opinion.)

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Fire Emblem? No, I didn't think so.

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"Mardus id goding to ged Karda." Ginny explained to Lowen. "We had to stod hin."

"Um…" Lowen tried to make sense of what she was saying. "Why are you talking like that?"

"I had a code. Achoo!" Ginny sneezed into her food. "I don't think I wand to ead dat." She pushed her plate away and took out a piece of paper.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm goding to draw id oud for yoo." Unfortunately Ginny was not the best artist in the world. Her finished piece was a stick man on a stick horse speaking to another stick man with two long black hairs. "I cand drawd."

"The man on the horse is Marcus…" Lowen guessed. "And the other one is Karel!"

"Node," Ginny shook her head, "Dee udder one id Karda."

"Vaida?"

"NODE! Kar-da!"

"Ta-dah? He's getting a magician?"

"Node! Achoo!" Ginny began to write something on the paper.

"Karla?" Lowen read.

"Yed! Karda! We had to stod hin or Kardel will kill Ediwood."

"Okaay… when did Marcus leave?"

"Erdier todayd."

"Well I don't think he got as far as Sacae…" Lowen took out a carrier pigeon that he was sitting on. "One of Pherae's villagers sent me this just a second ago."

"Uh-hud." Ginny gave Lowen an odd look as if to say now-I'm-afraid, or maybe nowd-I'm-adfraid to be precise. She began to read the letter attached to the pigeon. "Grade-rodding?"

"Yes."

"And youd think dat dat's Mardus?" She asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Whyd?"

"Hmm… not sure. But I will go warn Lord Eliwood just in case."

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"Yes, thank you Lowen I will be ready for when Marcus returns."

"Are you sure Mi'lord? Did you have breakfast today?"

"Yes and no."

"You never change." Lowen bowed and exited.

Eliwood sighed. "I will have to start lying about eating breakfast, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not from Sacae." He laughed at his own rather crap joke.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Pheraen noble looked up as he heard a scream he could recognise as Lowen's.

"My joke wasn't that bad!" He shook his fist angrily at the closed door.

"Lord Eliwood I would be happy to spar with you sometime, you don't have to pick fights with the door." He noticed that Marcus was standing in the doorway.

"Uh hi Marcus, hey you wouldn't happen to know anything about this would you?" Eliwood held up the letter that Lowen had given him.

"Grave-robbing? That's preposterous! Now presenting your new wife…"

Eliwood sighed.

"…Sonia!" He began to back away.

"Didn't I tell you shortly after you brought me Limstella that I'm NOT marrying a morph?" Marcus started to remember that day.

"Marcus, firstly Limstella is dead and secondly she's a morph!"

"Yes Mi'lord."

"I'M NOT MARRYING A MORPH!"

"Oh right… that…" Marcus looked up as an idea struck him. "But Sonia doesn't like to admit she's a morph."

"She's still dead! Why are the Black Fang buried in Pherae anyway?"

"I think it was… Wil's idea, but I will have to get back to you on that. Sorry for bothering you Mi'lord." Marcus bowed and exited.

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Eliwood stared at the Christmas tree Ginny had made him put up. Marcus would probably work extra hard to find him a wife for a 'Christmas present'. Most of the knights of Pherae and employees of Castle Pherae were sitting around, and for some reason Renaud was there too.

The bishop looked up from the book he was reading. "Christmas trees are edible, they're a good source of vitamin C too…" He said randomly.

"On the eighth day of Christmas Lord Hector sent to me, eight thieves a-thieving!" Ginny sang happily.

"I don't even know why were celebrating Christmas, it's a religious tradition, not ours of course because we worship Saint Elimine…" Renaud stated.

"Five guiding rings!"

"Shut up Ginny."

"Four lightning tomes!"

"Shut up Ginny!"

"Three steel swords!"

"Shut up Ginny!"

"Two heavy spears!"

"SHUT UP GINNY!"

The tactician was quiet but only for a second.

"And a Dorcas and a Bartre!"

Erk bashed his head repeatedly on the wall. "Why did I marry you?"

"I dunno… On the ninth day of Christmas Lord Hector sent to me, nine dancers dancing!"

Renaud looked up again. "Didn't you have a cold when I arrived… or did you learn how to use the restore staff to cure it?"

"Yup! Seven wyverns flying! Six nosferatu's!"

"Santa only has 0.0012019 seconds to visit each house… that's because on time zones…"

"I don't care! All of you people are crazy! I'm going back to live in Etruria!" Erk yelled.

"Aww don't be evil. You said you'd stay here 'til Christmas." Ginny complained. "Hey! Why don't we play a game?"

"Ok, how about we blindfold someone, get people to hit them and then they have to guess who it was?" Erk sighed. "I'm going to my room."

"Ew! How morbid! Oh well, on the twelfth day of Christmas Lord Hector sent to me, twelve fighters fighting! Eleven clerics healing! Ten Lords a-sparring!…"

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And that's all we have time for, I started this chapter in November… it took me way too long. Just in case you were wondering, all of the random facts Renaud said were true and the game that Erk suggested was actually a popular game in medieval times, it was called 'Hot cockles'. Singing the twelve days of Christmas Fire Emblem style is a good way to annoy people… it's my 'seasonal annoying routine'. But I must be off now toodlepip, Merry Christmas (even if it is a little early.). Reviews?