Hey everyone!

This one, for whatever reason, gave me slight writer's block, but I've gotten past it! xD

So, with that being all I have to say, enjoy this chapter! :)

PS: There is a Lord of the Rings reference in here! Can you spot it? ;)

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Now that Aelin was back from the dead and with the company once more, there was now cause for celebration, which completely changed the atmosphere of the mountain. When once, it was filled with nothing but sorrow and misery, it was now abuzz with excitement and joy. Repairs in the mountain were being temporarily delayed while they took time to prepare for a lovely feast that evening in honor of Aelin's return.

Thorin had suggested that word be sent to Bilbo, Dain, Bard and Thranduil of her resurrection, but Aelin had a better idea. She suggested that they invite Bard, Dain and Thranduil to the feast that evening without telling them of her and then visiting Bilbo in person, surprising all of them, in typical Aelin fashion. Thorin was amused by the idea and agreed she could do that, as long as he could go with her on this little voyage, to which she gladly obliged. Kili specifically requested that Tauriel also be invited to the feast along with Thranduil so he could see her again. Thorin was a bit iffy about Kili's relationship with her, but Aelin had helped him come around somewhat.

"Who are you to judge who your nephew falls in love with?" she had asked him. "You fell in love with a commoner, not to mention a former thief. Kili having feelings for a she-Elf is no different. Besides, relations between Erebor and the Woodland Realm are better now, are they not? I say, what harm is there in allowing Kili and Tauriel to court each other, if that is their wish?"

Admittedly, Thorin had found it a little hard to argue with her point. He said he would extend an additional invitation to Tauriel, but it would still take him some time to adjust to Kili's newfound relationship.

After that, Thorin told Aelin he was going to go back to the treasure room for a while. A look of concern crossed her face immediately at hearing this. He quelled her fears by explaining, "It is not what you think. I simply want to find something for you to wear tonight."

"Thorin, you tried this once with Thranduil's gems. You know I'm not fond of gaudy, flashy jewelry," Aelin protested.

He nodded his head. "I do that know that, yes," he said, "and I am not looking for anything of such like. I promise I will find something simple yet elegant enough that I know you will appreciate."

"Very well, then," she replied, grinning curiously as he left.

Soon thereafter, Fili and Kili found her as she was walking down some stairs. As soon as they did, they grabbed her together in a big hug again.

"Wh-what is this, lads?" she asked in surprise as she hugged them back.

"We wanted to thank you for saving our lives during the battle," Kili told her.

"You've saved us so many times, but we narrowly escaped death in that battle because of you. Especially me," added Fili. "I literally thought I was going to die in that moment just before you came."

"It's a good thing I went up to Ravenhill, then, wasn't it?" she asked as they came apart. As they nodded, she looked to Fili. "And even in death, I still saved you."

"So it really was you who woke me?" asked Fili.

She shrugged. "Well, I woke you, It was Durin who healed you of the poison damage. Which, by the way…." She then proceeded to punch him hard in the shoulder, eliciting a cry of slight pain and surprise from him.

"What was that for?" he asked.

She raised a pointing finger at him and said sternly, "Don't you ever do something that stupid again! Do you hear me, Fili? The last thing I wanted for you was to join me in death! Why did you think that was a choice worth making when you have a younger brother who looks up to you and needs you, a mother who hasn't seen you in months, friends who protect you and an uncle who loves you dearly? That was a completely reckless thing to do!"

Fili simply stared at her...but then he and Kili exchanged glances and he commented to him, "She really does sound like Mother."

"That, she does," added Kili in agreement before the two of them started chuckling.

Aelin rolled her eyes and grinned in amusement. "Well, someone's got to mother you when she's not around," she replied.

"I cannot wait for you to meet our mother when she gets here!" said Kili excitedly. "I think she will like you."

"I agree," said Fili. Then he smirked and added, looking at Aelin, "Do you want to know something interesting?"

Now intrigued, Aelin answered, "Ooh, yes. Tell me!"

"I do believe Mister Dwalin has a bit of a fancy for our mother," he divulged.

"Hold on, what?" cried Kili in disbelief.

Aelin's hands came up to her mouth as she gasped and said, "Are you joking?"

Fili shook his head. "Dwalin has always spoken highly of Mother and he even did so when he caught me with the poison and before I collapsed. Upon reflection, I've also realized that I've seen him stealing a glance or two her way over the last few years. I am merely guessing, of course, but it seems probable."

Kili, however, didn't look so enthused with this theory. "Do you realize what that would mean if it was true and if Mother ever fancied him back? Dwalin could be our...our...our…." He couldn't bring himself to say it.

So Aelin finished it for him and said, "Your stepfather."

Upon hearing the word "step-father", Kili let out a big, exaggerated groan of disgust, shaking his entire body. "I don't want to even think of such a thing!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, you know good and well that you would love having Dwalin as a stepfather!" Aelin countered. "And knowing Dwalin, I believe he would take good care of your mother and the two of you. He already does that well enough."

"I know, but...Dwalin is our friend," he said. "It would be strange to have him go from our friend to a our stepfather."

"Is he not already a father-figure to you?" Aelin asked. "And besides, I am also your friend and yet you two keep saying that one day, I will be your aunt. How is that any different?"

Fili raised his eyebrows at Kili and said, "She's got a point, brother."

Kili waved his hands dismissively. "I'm changing the subject," he declared.

Aelin and Fili just grinned at each other, knowing they'd proven Aelin's point right.

Then Kili went on to ask, "Aelin, tell us...what was death like? Or rather, what was the afterlife like?"

Somehow, Aelin knew that question was going to be asked of her eventually, yet she hadn't quite thought of how she would answer. "Well...that is something I don't even know I can find the words to describe," she said. She thought for a moment and then told them, "Have a seat, lads." The three of them all sat themselves down on the stairs. Fili and Kili sat an a step lower than Aelin so they could look up at her and Aelin leaned up against the railing of the stairs.

"I will tell you this to begin with:" she started, "I was not afraid to die."

"Really?" asked Fili.

Aelin shook her head. "No, I was not," she verified. "I died saving Thorin. I couldn't think of a way I would rather die, other than naturally of old age with my loved ones beside me, which is something I thought I would never have. But I accepted my fate when I put myself between Thorin and Azog. Death is just another path; one that we all must take one day." Then her eyes lifted a little and became distant and a smile gradually crept up on her lips as she described, "Then the gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all turns to silver glass...and then you see it."

When she didn't continue for a moment, the two boys grew even more curious. "What, Aelin?" asked Fili.

"See what?" added Kili.

"White shores…," she told them, her smile growing wider and her voice, reminiscent, "...and beyond...a far green country under a swift sunrise." In that moment, Aelin seemed to return to the then and now as her distant eyes found the awed gazes of Fili and Kili.

"Well, that...that doesn't sound too bad," replied Kili, still imagining what she described.

"It sounds breathtaking, more like," commented Fili.

"It truly was," said Aelin. "It was everything you would ever hope the afterlife would be and more."

Kili's face then fell a little. "You miss it, don't you…?" he asked tentatively.

Aelin could see in his eyes and face what he was thinking. He was afraid that she missed the wonderful afterlife and would possibly not be happy being alive again; that she would rather be in heaven than in the world of the living.

She gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his cheek, chuckling at his needless worry. "Not in the least, my lad," she answered him. When he looked perplexed at her answer, she clarified, "I spent too much of my time worrying about you lot. I didn't have time to see more of what heaven was like. I wanted to be sure all of you were okay in my absence. I would much rather be here where I belong than in the world of the dead."

Kili smiled a smile of satisfaction. "That's a relief," he stated.

"Believe me, I would be much happier here," she added. "To be honest, I would more than likely feel more alone in the afterlife, when all the people I care about are still here."

"Well, we can't have you feeling alone, now, can we?" asked Fili.

"Certainly not!" added Kili, causing him to snicker.

Aelin couldn't help but chuckle at the two young Dwarves. "You two always have a way of making me laugh," she told them.

Fili smiled. "We're just glad we get to hear your laugh again," he said.

"And that we get to laugh again, as well," said Kili. "I can't remember when was the last time I actually laughed or even smiled since we lost you."

It hurt Aelin's heart to hear him say that and her face fell. "That was exactly why I wanted to come back," she stated. "I couldn't bear watching my chipper, young boys withering away in misery. You were not your normal happy selves and it hurt to see you that way. I knew I had to come back when that sadness drove Fili to try and kill himself; something I never, ever believed he was capable of doing. My death ruined you both more than I could have ever imagined."

Then Fili shook his head and waved a hand dismissively. "We need not think of that any longer. You are alive, you are back with us and that's all that matters. All is well again."

Aelin smiled. "Indeed. All is well again."

The remainder of the morning and afternoon passed while the Dwarves were busy away getting things ready for the feast. As they were gettings things ready, their guests began arriving. Bard and his family arrived first, followed by Thranduil and Tauriel and then Dain. They were warmly welcomed by the Dwarves, even Thranduil, but the Dwarves were aware of the truce called between him and Thorin. The company did not let on the reason for the feast; they were keeping that a surprise as Aelin requested, but they kept their guests entertained.

Earlier that day, Thorin had found Aelin and requested that she meet him privately on the highest balcony before the feast began. He wanted to speak to her before they joined in the festivities. After she had freshened up a bit, Aelin made her way to the balcony. Sure enough, she found Thorin there, standing against the railing and admiring the impending orange and red sunset.

"I've seen many sunsets in my life...but none of them compare to this marvelous display," she spoke as she came up beside him.

Thorin craned his head to look at Aelin as she approached and a small smile appeared on his face at seeing her. He looked back out to the sunset and replied, "I would agree. It seems as though the sunsets seen from Erebor are the most glorious of all."

For a moment, they both said nothing and just watched the sky in silence. But then Aelin was getting a little impatient and broke the silence, asking, "Why did you want to see me before the feast, Thorin?"

At first, Thorin said nothing. He kept his eyes on the setting sun. Then he said, without looking at her, "Oftentimes, I am not a Dwarf of many words...however, there are things on my mind that I feel I must speak."

"Is everything all right?" she asked, concerned.

Thorin then turned to face her, still bearing his smile from before. "Everything is more than all right," he answered gladly. "You have returned home...and all is as it should be."

Now that her concerns were alleviated, Aelin smiled back and said, "I agree. I told your nephews earlier that I would have felt quite alone in the afterlife because everyone that I care for was still here in Erebor. I am much happier here."

"I had hoped you were happy here," said Thorin.

"Well, of course, I am. Why would I not be?" she asked, wondering why he would wonder if she was happy or not. "I am here, in the home where I know I belong; I am with my friends and Nori, Fili and Kili...and you. I finally have everything I have ever wanted...and I am the happiest I have ever been in my life."

Thorin still smiled at her...but yet, there seemed to be something sad in his eyes that made Aelin curious.

Wondering if he was truly as all right as he put on, she prompted him, "Are you happy, Thorin?"

"I am," he affirmed, nodding. "I cannot recall ever being remotely this content since before the dragon came. It is quite a foreign feeling to me."

"Well, maybe soon it won't be," she told him.

"I hope so." Then his expression became more serious. "Aelin...I need to thank you for saving my life...but I also do not want to lose you a second time," he said to her, taking her hands in his. "I could not bear it if you died again. I have you back...but it seems as though, every time we are happy together, something has come between us."

Aelin was taken aback. What was he talking about?

He explained, "I confessed my love and then we were separated in the Mirkwood dungeons. You confessed yours and we were together, but then you left and, when you returned to make amends, I had fallen prey to the sickness of my fathers and nearly destroyed what we have. Then I broke free of the curse and our love was restored...but then you were killed shortly after. I feared that we were never meant to be...and in truth, I still harbor that fear."

Aelin fought the urge to smack Thorin across the face for even thinking in such a way, but instead, declared sternly at him, "Dispel those thoughts from your mind immediately, Thorin Oakenshield!" As he stared blankly at her, she went on, "Would Mahal, the Great Creator of the Dwarves himself, have sent me back for your sake if we were truly not meant to be? No, he wouldn't have. If there is one thing I believe in this world, it's that you and I are destined to be together. You see our journey as trials coming between us and ruining our happiness...I see it as us overcoming our trials, finding happiness with each other in the aftermath and proving that our love is stronger than ever each time. How could you have any doubts about us, Thorin? There is-"

Suddenly, her words were halted as Thorin cupped Aelin's face in his hands and kissed her firmly. For a moment, she froze in startlement, but then relaxed and gave into his sudden gesture.

When he pulled back from her, he looked into her eyes, now smiling again, and said, "You are right. I should have no doubts and I should have seen it all the way you have, especially since we have been given a second chance."

She grinned back at him, glad that her words had gotten through to him.

He then told her, "There has only been one other instance in Middle-Earth history where the gods restored someone's life for the sake of love."

"What instance was that?" she inquired.

"It was that of Beren and Luthien," answered Thorin, "a mortal man who fell in love with an Elven woman. Beren was given a task to prove he was worthy of Luthien's hand in marriage, but he perished in the process." He then turned away and looked out towards the lowering sun again. "In her grief, Luthien followed him in death, but she pleaded with the gods to restore Beren's life. Her plea moved them and touched the hearts of the gods that they revived them both and sent them back to the world of the living to live out the rest of their days. No one else until now has been giving such an act of mercy."

"Then that ultimately proves that you and I have something quite special," Aelin said to him sweetly, moving closer to him and laying her hand on his arm.

"Indeed," he back, returning his gaze to hers. Then he faced her once again, took her hands and looked into her eyes with deep intent. Then he spoke with conviction, "You are a truly special woman, Aelin...one whom I intend to hold onto. Losing you made me realize that I cannot put my intentions aside any longer. You have saved me in more ways than one. You gave me more purpose and more to fight for than I already thought I possessed. Moreover, you have opened my eyes to the error of my ways numerous times throughout our journey. You are my heart, my judgement...and the future that I have chosen."

Then, in that moment, Thorin gradually bent down onto one knee before her.

Aelin slowly gasped as she realized what was happening and she couldn't hold back the wide smile that curled up on her face.

From his pocket, Thorin withdrew and held up a simple silver band with beautiful, intricate Dwarven designs around the outside. Then he said, "I love you, Aelin, and you are my One. I now desire to ask you: will you be my Queen to rule at my side, my companion to face life's adventures with together, and my wife for me to love for the rest of my days?"

For a moment, Aelin couldn't say anything. She was just so overwhelmed with joy and couldn't stop smiling. When she finally could get herself to speak, she replied, "There is one thing I wish to know before I give my answer."

Thorin was slightly taken aback, not expecting that kind of reaction, but he still nodded in compliance, awaiting her question.

Then she asked him with a scrunched expression, "Do I have to wear a dress?"

That was certainly not anything Thorin was expecting Aelin to ask and all he could do at first was chuckle and shake his head in amusement. In a way, though, he wasn't all that surprised, knowing that she despised dresses.

Aelin grinned at hearing Thorin laugh; a sound that she hadn't heard in ages and was like music to her ears.

When he could speak again, he answered her, "You do not, but I would request that you, at least, wear something formal."

"That, I can do," she said, content. Then her smile grew as she then gave him her answer: "Yes, Thorin...I will be your Queen and rule at your side. I will be your companion and face all of life's adventures with you. And I will be your wife and I will love you for the rest of your days and mine."

With no more needing to be said, Thorin moved back to his feet and slid the ring onto Aelin's ring finger on her left hand. Then he gathered her in his arms and embraced her ever so tightly, to which she reacted with equal enthusiasm. The two of them were nothing short of overjoyed that were truly going to be married in the future.

"That was much better than the first time you proposed to me," Aelin told Thorin with a snicker.

Thorin groaned. "Do not remind me...I am ashamed of how that happened," he replied.

Aelin just chuckled at him, kissed him softly and then her eyes moved down to her hand, admiring the ring he had just given her. "Where did you find this?" she inquired, in awe of it.

"In the treasure room. That's what I had gone down there to find before," he answered.

"Really?" she asked.

He then explained, "I remember seeing boxes of rings down there, so I thought I could easily find one for you. I know you are not overly fond of jewels or gaudy jewelry, but I found this and thought it was simple yet elegant enough that you would still love it."

"I do...it's perfect," she said, her face beaming with delight. Then her eyes widened a little as she exclaimed, "Oh! That reminds me….." She then dug into her own pockets and said, "You gave me a ring...and now I'm giving one to you. Or rather...back to you."

Which then, she took out Thorin's silver rune ring that he had buried with her and held it out to him. "You said this ring was what caused our paths to cross and it would be here when we parted...well, we are no longer apart, so I really have no need for this now," she said with a smile.

He smiled, put the ring back on his finger and then took her hand in both of his. "Now, we have even more to celebrate tonight and everyone is here with us to share in the joy."

"Everyone except Bilbo," she clarified, looking a little disappointed.

"I know...we will go visit him after my sister and the other Dwarves of Erebor return," he said to comfort her.

"I look forward to meeting her," she stated.

He chuckled. "I look forward to that, as well. I think you two will get along very well."

"Come on, let's get to the feast. We mustn't keep our guests waiting," said Aelin, looping her arm through Thorin's.

"Spoken like a true Queen," he said back. Then, arm in arm, they made their way down to join their friends and guests.

Before long, they came outside the dining hall and Thorin told Aelin to wait outside and he would signal her in after greeting everyone. She complied and waited just outside the doorway as he went in.

"I apologize for my tardiness," he announced to the room. "I had a last minute endeavor I had to see to."

Aelin couldn't help but smirk and shake her head. "Asking me to marry you was 'a last minute endeavor'? You would say that, Oakenshield…!" she thought, amused.

Thorin made his way to the other side of the room and faced everyone. "I wish to thank all of our guests who have so graciously joined us tonight." Then he gestured to each one accordingly. "King Bard of Dale and his three children, the Elvenking, Thranduil, of the Woodland Realm and Lord Dain of the Iron Hills."

"I do not wish to come across as suspicious, but for what reason have you called us all here today, my lord?" asked Bard inquisitively.

"Indeed, I wish to know the answer to this, as well," Thranduil asked in a calm, also curious manner.

Thorin gave a nod and replied, "I suppose we are getting straight to the point. Very well...there is someone who has returned to the mountain that I thought all of you would wish to see." Then he called out to Aelin, "You may enter!"

She took one step into the doorway and all heads turned her direction. To say they were shocked to see her was an understatement. Both Thranduil and Bard bolted up from their chairs immediately, their eyes as large as dishes.

Aelin chuckled and commented as she made her way into the room, "You look like you've seen a ghost, gentlemen."

"This is not possible…," gasped Thranduil.

"Da, I thought she was dead?" Sigrid asked her father.

Without looking away from Aelin, Bard answered his daughter, "She...was…."

"Aelin...you're alive…?" asked Dain in disbelief, standing up from the table.

"Indeed, I am. I have been sent back," answered Aelin. "I saw how broken the company was without me and how lost my family was." She stole a look at Fili and Kili and then to Thorin. "Their sorrow became too great and almost at a great cost that I finally begged the gods to send me back here. They relented and allowed me to return."

"The gods are certainly merciful, indeed," commented Bard. He strode forward and embraced Aelin with gladness, the gesture she returned in kind.

Dain then came from around the table, his arms out to his sides. "You don't know how glad I am to see you alive," he said as he hugged her. "I felt so guilty about what happened…."

"My death was not your fault, Dain," Aelin reassured him. "As I know Thorin told you: I would have found a way to follow him anyways, whether or not you had chosen to let me go." Then she grinned. "I'm a bit stubborn that way."

He smiled gladly. "Durin be praised for your return," he said. "It will be a joyous day in the Iron Hills when I return with the wonderful news of your resurrection. We have honored your name in my kingdom for your sacrifice, but my people will be pleased to hear of your return."

"I am honored by your gesture, Dain. One day, I hope to visit the Iron Hills myself," she replied. Then she turned and saw Thranduil and Tauriel standing at their end of the table. With a small, polite smile, she approached them. "Lord Thranduil, Tauriel," she greeted them with a slight bow of her head.

"Lady Aelin," Tauriel said back respectfully, bowing her head.

Aelin looked up to Thranduil and said to him, "By the way, you have my thanks for returning my knives to me. That was...very kind of you."

Thranduil took a step forward. "I saw it as a gesture of goodwill towards Thorin and, of course, it was out of respect for you. Unexpectedly, you impressed me with your diplomacy before the battle."

"Me, diplomacy? How dare you," she said back in fake offense, with a devious grin on her face.

Then his expression softened. "Now that I can offer this in person, I wish to express my sincerest apologies to you. I was wrong to punish you for the sins of your father. I have realized my mistakes and that, perhaps, was one of my worst offenses. I hope you can forgive me."

"Normally, I would never even dream of forgiving you for what you did to me," said Aelin, "but, however, I have seen what has become of you and your change of heart during my time in the afterlife. I know what you say is true and I believe you. In that regard...there is nothing to forgive."

The Dwarves in the room were all a bit surprised at Aelin's quickness to forgive Thranduil for locking her in his darkest cell. They wondered if she even would, considering how much that experience had affected her. However, in a way, they were also proud that she, too, was able to accept a truce between her and the Elvenking.

Thranduil, too, was a bit taken aback at her forgiveness, but then a look of relief came over him and, for the first time, they all saw him smile pleasantly.

"You are far too gracious towards me," he commented, "yet I am relieved that you could find it in your heart to forgive me. You truly have the heart and compassion befitting a Dwarven Queen."

Then, once again to everyone's bemusement, Thranduil bowed before Aelin.

At the mention of the word "Queen", Aelin cast a curious glance at Thorin, wondering if they should now announce their engagement.

Thorin seemed to have the same thought. He gave her a loving smile and held out a hand to her. She moved up towards him and took his hand as he brought her beside him.

He then declared, "Aye, Aelin has the heart of a Queen...and a Queen, she will be. For earlier this evening, I asked Aelin for her hand in marriage and we are now engaged to be wed."

The company and Dain all burst into loud cheers and yells as they threw their fists or mugs in the air in celebration. Fili and Kili leapt from their chairs and sprinted towards Thorin and Aelin, throwing themselves onto them and hugging them tightly.

"It's about time!" exclaimed Kili.

"I am so happy!" added Fili.

"My sister's marrying up!" shouted Nori, raising his mug, which earned him a teasing scowl from Aelin.

Bard, his children, Thranduil and Tauriel were applauding with big, pleased smiles on their faces in response to the announcement.

There was the sound of metal hitting glass and Balin stood up from his chair, tapping his goblet with a fork. Once the room was silenced, Balin spoke, "This night is already turning out to be a truly special one. Not only has our beloved companion, Aelin, been restored to us, but our friend and King has, at last, asked her to be his bride and now, a wedding is on the horizon." A jolly, proud smile curved upward underneath his great, white beard as he looked toward Thorin and Aelin. "I have been with Thorin since he was but a little lad running around the halls of the mountain with his brother and sister. He has grown into a fine Dwarf; one I know his grandfather, mother and father would be proud of. Moreover, he has grown into a Dwarf that I am immensely proud of in their place. He is a leader that I have known I could follow for over sixty years and a King I knew I could support always."

Thorin's face softened, touched by the heartfelt words that his oldest friends was saying on his behalf.

Balin's gaze then switched over to Aelin. "And then there's Aelin:" he went on, "the woman I swore, at the beginning, would either rip Thorin to shreds or the other way around." After letting the others have a laugh at his comment, he continued, "However, I watched as she and Thorin put behind their troubled past and turn over a new leaf and what a change I saw in both of them! Aelin opened herself more to the rest of us, putting aside her trouble with trusting others. She proved a valuable asset to us in our quest and, in so doing, became an irreplaceable friend to us all. Above all else, she proved herself to be a perfect match for Thorin in every way; one worthy of the companionship of a King. I prayed every day that their love would weather the storm when Thorin was taken by dragon-sickness and, to my great relief, it did, despite the hardships they endured. Nothing brings me greater joy to see Thorin, the Dwarf that I have grown to love as a son, find his true love in someone like Aelin, a woman truly worthy to rule at his side." He then raised his goblet high and shouted, "To the King and Queen of Erebor!"

In accordance with Balin's toast, everyone got to their feet, raised their glasses and mugs and cried out in unison, "To the King and Queen of Erebor!"

Thorin and Aelin were overwhelmed with pride and joy in the words Balin had spoken and in their friends. Still smiling, they turned to each other, grasping each other's hands.

"To the King," said Aelin.

"To the Queen," said Thorin.

Then Aelin threw up her hands and exclaimed, "What are we waiting for? This a celebration! Let's get things started!"

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*giddy squealing!*

Apart from the chapter when Thorin and Aelin FINALLY admitted they were in love with each other, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN WANTING TO GET TO THIS CHAPTER?!

Seriously, I love writing proposal scenes! They're so romantic and beautiful to write (if you do it right, anyway) And with these two particular characters, I've just been dying to write theirs!

There's so much more to come; however, it may be a while before another chapter is uploaded. I'm trying to get back to my novel I'm writing and get some more work done on that as well as I'd like to try and get chapters for my other fanfictions, as well, motivation pending.

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Until next time!