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16

A Gift of Reconciliation

"Fíli my lad," Demetrius greeted, plucking a strawberry from his plate with greasy fingers. "Can't say I'm happy to see you."

"The feeling is mutual I assure you," the dwarf replied, yanking his arm away from Gris' iron grip. The interior of the man's wagon looked nicer than most houses Fíli had encountered, with multicolored lanterns swinging from the rafters and rich fabrics draped around the area instead of walls. It was spacious enough to fit the girth of Demetrius and then some, including the table he was currently sitting at, heavily laden with food.

"Do you know why you're here?" Demetrius continued unfazed, dabbing his cheek with a napkin.

"No, not especially. I was looking for my brother when I ran into those who miserable b—" Gris gave Fíli a sharp rap to the head, effectively silencing the stream of curses he was ready to list in description of Demetrius' niece and nephew. Fíli hissed and rubbed his head indignantly, casting the frightening man an icy glare. "I don't know how I got from the top of a horse to be here, a prisoner in your wagon. But if you do I'd love to be informed."

"I'll be damned this runt's got enough arrogance to run a furnace," Gris growled. "I can take him out a minute to teach him his place, if you'd rather Demetrius."

The tradelord rubbed his chin thoughtfully but shook his head. "We find ourselves in the presence of royalty, Master Gris. A little haughtiness is to be expected." Demetrius suddenly beckoned for Fíli to join him at the table, offering him a reassuring smile. "Come, sit. I would like to talk with you a moment."

Fíli didn't refuse; he'd like to have a chat with Demetrius himself. Several of them.

With his fist.

"Master Gris, you can leave us for now. I'll call if you're needed."

"What makes you think you're safe alone with me?" Fíli crossed his arms, taking his seat with damaged pride. Demetrius raised a brow at him and shrugged.

"Because Master Gris, I imagine, has no qualm about what is said or done to your brother."

The cold man nodded in affirmation before leaving the tent.

"No! I—" Fíli felt panic shatter his cool demeanor. "Don't hurt him!"

"He won't, dear boy, he won't. As long as you behave."

Panic swayed, Fíli now felt the heat of his anger rise full force. "Why him?" he demanded, turning back to the tradesman. "Why Kíli and not me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You took my brother away from us," Fíli seethed, "You took my friends. After we helped you through the mountain pass. There was no battle, no righteousness. You just snuck whatever you could fit in your pocket and ran for the shadows. Why?"

"Snuck? In my pocket!" Demetrius chuckled and shook his head. "Heavens…"

"Why would you take Kíli and not take me as well? Or in his stead?"

"You think I should have?"

Fíli's words caught in his throat. Was he actually upset about this? Did he feel indignant about not being wanted by slavers when Kíli was?

No. Of course not. This was about Kíli and his friends being held captive.

"No," Fíli resigned, allowing his anger to draw a dark scowl on his face much like the one that etched lines into Thorin's. "I don't think you should have taken anybody."

Demetrius sobered, his good-natured grin fading into a sad smile. Fíli waited patiently as he took a long swig of his ale. "The truth is we could have taken you with us, and quite easily," the man admitted. "Wandering about the village alone, searching for your brother like a lost pup. But I wouldn't allow it, prize that you are."

"Why?" Fíli repeated unflinchingly.

Demetrius looked at him, the dim light catching his eye. "A life for a life, dear boy. You saved mine, I spare yours."

Fíli's mind wound back to the day Kíli shot to Ironhead Viper on the way to Brendor. Fíli had stopped Demetrius from stepping right into the snake's path.

He never regretted something so deeply his entire life.

"You're brother on the other hand, now he was a downright sulky curmudgeon, make no mistake. But a talented boy, nonetheless. He'll fetch a good prize at auction, I'm sure."

"He's not livestock!" Fíli snapped, clenching his fists hard enough to break his fingers. "These are people whose lives you're ruining! They're sitting out there suffering while you're in here, eating your weight in meat and wiping the grease off on a velvet napkin. It's vile!"

"Let it be vile!" Demetrius laughed, opening his arms to Fíli's distain, "For it's a vile world, lad. You don't think I haven't felt the dry crack of hunger in my bones before? You think I haven't had my flesh handed to me for an offense not worth a shilling?" The gluttonous man was still smiling, but there was a warning in it now that Fíli couldn't miss. "I built this life for me and my family so that I would never, ever have to watch the ones I love turn to ash in the wake of starvation." Demetrius popped a grape in his mouth and the danger faded from his jubilant face. "And I think I've done a right good job of it."

"At the expense of hundreds."

"Thousands," he corrected.

Fíli remained silent, confusion seeping with anger. He had such a kind face, how could he be so evil? "I don't understand your reasoning."

"Everyone suffers until something is done to stop it," Demetrius shrugged, "And my time of suffering ended."

Fíli clenched his jaw and looked away, unable to argue anymore. This man was too warped for his opinion to make any difference now anyway.

"So, why am I here?" he asked finally. "Why don't you just let me take my family and friends and leave?"

"Oh lad," Demetrius sighed, "I like you, and I did try to spare you. But it would seem my prodigal niece and nephew have chosen to offer you as a gift of reconciliation. You can't lose an entire stock of cargo as they did and expect to join another flock empty-handed, after all. It's bad luck."

"A reconciliation gift?"

"So it would seem."

"And you've accepted?"

Demetrius swigged at his huge mug of tea and looked genuinely distressed. "I don't want to lad, truly…But family is family. And my sister—may she rest in peace—would have my hide handed to me if I abandoned them to enter the market alone and empty-handed. Their customers will be furious when they find out that their orders have been misplaced, and rightfully so. Lia and Tristan dipped their hands into a sensitive world full of rare and beautiful things. Expensive things. A bit of luck in the beginning led them to believe they could handle such a market…" Demetrius sighed a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "They will be hunted their whole lives if they don't make an appearance at the Greyflood market. They'll be murdered the moment they do. I can offer them protection."

Fíli was silent. To be honest, he was surprised at the man's candidness with him, as if they were truly old friends. And they would have been, he supposed, had Demetrius not turned out to be a conniving slave trader who kidnapped his brother. He also couldn't help but feel the sting of Lia and Tristan's betrayal, as if they had also somehow become his friends. Was this their plan all along? How could Lia just…throw him away?

Get it together you dull git, Fíli scolded himself, She's an underhanded merchant, just like her uncle. You expected honesty where you knew you'd never find it. Stop pitying yourself.

And yet…Fíli couldn't help but think back to the moment of his capture. She winked at me.

He knew, he really did know that the hope of some plan was going to lead him to more pain, but that wink still gave him hope. He was furious that Lia—or Yune—had lied about her name, and even more upset that she lied about her trade. But that didn't mean she'd betrayed him completely. There was still a chance that this was all in the plan.

But he certainly had a lot of questions.

"Well, it's late," Demetrius sighed, standing awkwardly between his table and the plush bench he'd been perched on. "It's with a heavy heart that I must accept my kin's gift. Welcome to the company, young dwarf."

Fíli felt someone take his arm, though he had never noticed anyone come in. "Wait," he implored as the man started dragging him out of the wagon, "Where are my friends? What happened to Millí, Gimli, and Bofur?! And where's Liza and Petry?! What did you do with them?! And why is Kíli tied up? Let him DOWN!" Fíli was working himself up into hysteria until his voice choked, the sound of it catching Demetrius' attention. But in that moment the dwarf's captor socked him in the stomach at an attempt to silence him as the ginger leader shook his head in disapproval. Fíli panted and looked at Demetrius through his eyelashes, feeling his feet slide over the wooden planks of the wagon in his attempt to stay stationary. "Please," he whispered, not bothering to mask his desperation. There was no way Kíli would survive long in his condition. "Please let him down."

Demetrius gave whoever was behind Fíli a small nod, and his relief was so instantaneous he forgot his struggle and let himself be pulled out into the night air.

"Make way for his Royal Highness!" the man declared, eliciting a few laughs from his mates at the far corners of the camp. Fíli's weary eyes turned to Kíli, who was now hanging limply by his bound arms from the post.

"Let me go to him," Fíli growled, restarting his earlier struggle. "Let me see my brother."

"You're going to the wagons just like everybody else," the man responded. A whip was strapped to the left side of his body like a coiled snake and a dagger shone on the other. "No arguments."

"Then take him with us! Demetrius said to let him go, you saw it!"

The blow came so quickly he barely registered it before he hit the ground with ringing ears. The brown haired man was in his face, gripping his cheeks with iron strong fingers. "You will not refer to your master in such a way. It's Master, and nothing less for you. Do I make myself clear?"

Fíli glared back but didn't answer, even when the man shook his jaw in frustration. "Answer me."

Fíli's eyes flitted to Kíli, who hadn't yet moved. Just this once, he was going to have to swallow his pride to spare his brother.

"I understand."

The man nodded and yanked Fíli up, dragging him over to the pile of chained people he'd passed before. "Meet your new mate," the merchant announced, pushing Fíli into the pile and fastening a chained collar around his neck.

"Fíli!"

The blonde dwarf's head snapped to the left, where Bofur was tethered to a post apart from the rest of the group. His ankle was splinted and his face bore many bruises, his shirt caked with dirt and what could possibly be blood.

"Bofur!" Fíli lurched towards his friends, but the chain tethering him to the tree yanked the shackles of two others, eliciting sharp cries that quickly turned into irritated curses sent his way. "Sorry," he winced, backing up to give them some slack.

"What are you doing here laddie?" Bofur hissed, his usual playful grin replaced with urgency.

"Rescuing you," the younger replied matter-of-factly.

"And doin' an excellent job of it, I see."

Fíli bit is lip, accepting the harsh truth of the joke. "The plan is still in progress," he admitted. "Are you alright? What happed to your leg?"

"Broke my ankle trying to escape this blasted camp with the other three. Nearly made it too, Kíli and I."

Fíli felt a cold hand clutch his heart. "Bofur…if Millí and Gimli are dead, please just say it. I don't want to be coddled."

"We don't know," the older admitted. "They were unconscious when Kíli threw them in the river. There's hope that they woke up in time to save themselves, but…it might be more likely to accept that they drowned."

Fíli's stomach lurched and for a moment he thought he might throw up. Two of his greatest friends, claimed by a river? No battle or glory, just a desperate attempt at freedom? At Kíli's hands, nonetheless. Who was going to explain that to Era? To Gloin and Guinn?

"They're strong kids, laddie," Bofur sighed, tugging a little against his bonds, "They might have gotten away."


"Ori!"

The company was running as fast as they possibly could towards the distant sound of the scream. Thorin's heart was ramming in his chest and bitterness seared his mouth. Why couldn't one damned thing go right?

A yelp rang through the trees, leading them on faster. Nori heaved a great sigh and brandished his axe. "When I…get m'hands…on tha' little shit—"

Ori's screams kept getting further and further away as the company chased after him. Ow he was moving so quickly was a mystery and an alarming one at that. The possible explanations got more and more frightening as the distance stretched on and the markings on the forest floor grew more mysterious. There were no footprints left by Ori's boots, despite the obvious scattering of leaves and twigs marking his passage. In fact, there were no footprints at all.

"I don't understand!" Era cried in frustration. "What could have…done this?!"

Thorin's heart lurched as a new sound rose in the night air and Ori's cries went silent. Echoing over the night air was the collective dissonant wail of the mountain's wolves.

Somehow their feet sped even faster after their target. Thorin wrung the hilt of his sword in anticipation as the yelp and howls grew closer.

"Agh!"

That's odd.

Even though Ori was still young, that cry sounded particularly female. Thorin roared as he tore through the trees into an opening flooded with moonlight, were three shadowy figures were huddled in the center of the clearing surrounded by a pack of famished wolves. Two of the figures had large sticks that they used to club at the attacking animals and a third was huddled between the other two, shaking like a leaf. Three wolves lie dead or unconscious on the ground nearby them.

"Oi!" Guinn hollered, "Be off with you, dogs!"

The dwarves charged into the moonlight, grunting and hollering. The remaining wolves were spooked by the onslaught of dwarves charging at them. One swing of Dwalin's hammer and the rest of the beasts ducked their heads and, with a longing look at their intended meal, scattered back into the darkness.

"Thank heavens! Some monster, some horrible dark creature dragged me through the trees! I was flying, for Mahal's sake!" Ori, the shaking young boy cried. Without a second thought his arms wrapped around the closest dwarf to him, which just so happened to be Thorin.

The king froze in surprise and then threw Dwalin a pleading look. When no help came, he resorted to clearing his throat. Twice. Finally, Ori backed away with a nervous laugh and a small bow.

"Monster you say?" Thorin mused, glaring at the boy.

"Look at m'arms," Ori offered, lifting his shaking limbs to reveal tear marks on his sleeves. The king's face darkened with confusion.

"We'll discuss it later, Ori."

Thorin's eyes then turned toward the other two figures both of whom were standing some distance away from the rest of them, hunched over in exhaustion. The one reached out and placed a steadying hand on the others shoulder and together they straightened up, resting their clubs on their shoulders and re-approaching the group.

"Millí?" Era whispered, her voice quiet with confusion. Guinn was less reserved.

"GIMLI!"

The ginger dwarf sprinted forward, knocking Oin unceremoniously out of her way until her arms encompassed her son. Millí, or who they supposed must be Millí, stood unsteadily beside them with her eyes trained right on Era.

"What happened to her beard?" Nori whispered. Thorin caught himself absent-mindedly caressing his own beard in sympathy for Millí's plain face. The girl didn't seem to notice them, however, as Era finally woke from her surprise and rushed to meet the young dwarrow.

"Aunt Era," Millí whimpered, biting her lip to keep her eyes from tearing up. Era let her tears show as she laughed and pulled Millí into her embrace. The younger let out a shaky breath of joy and disbelief, letting her fingers tangle up in the loose pieces of Era's braids. The elder brought her hands to the younger's face and touched their foreheads, before pulling back to look her in the eyes.

"Millí, we've been incredibly worried about you."

"We thought you weren't coming," the young dwarf admitted, "We were convinced you'd lost the path."

"It's been a long and difficult road," Era sighed, "I can't imagine what you've been through."

Era's thumb stroked Millí's cheek where her beard once was. The young girl winced, realizing how bizarre she must look to the others. "I should be ashamed that my beard is gone," she noted, her voice striking a sad chord. But a devious grin etched at the corners of her mouth and her eyes narrowed. "But I can't bring myself to care."

"As you shouldn't," Era affirmed, "It will grow back tenfold and we can use if as a noose for the men who did this to you."

The clan of dwarves continued to greet the overwhelmed pair of young dwarves while the humans and Thorin hung back. A hollow feeling gripped his heart knowing what he would have to ask.

"Millí, Gimli."

The crowd fell silent and the gaunt pair turned their eyes to Thorin. "Are you alone?"

The pair nodded solemnly.

"Where are the others?"

"Are we going to discuss the mysterious monster that kidnapped me and dragged me all the way to these two?! Doesn't anyone find that odd?!" Ori cried, brandishing his arms and torn sleeves. Oin smacked him on the back of the head.

"Later, Ori. Go ahead, lassie."

Millí opened her mouth once and shut it, looking at Gimli for help. He blinked at her and answered without looking away, "They're still with Demetrius last we—"

Gimli's brow furrowed in concern and it didn't take long to figure out why. Millí's face had gone white as a sheet. "Era—" Thorin warned, also noting the way the girl pitched. The dwarrow wrapped her arms around Millí just as she lost her footing, her head lolling back onto her aunt's shoulder.

"Her neck," Bifur gestured to the swollen lacerations, "That looks infected."

This seemed to set Gimli off. "She broke her nose, and her cheek is cut open, and we nearly drowned but she pulled us even when she was drugged, I think she has a concussion, we've barely eaten for days and—and…"

The boy faltered a moment and next thing they knew, he too fell unconscious. Except this time there was no warning and the lad ended up face first in the grass.

"Gimli!"

Dwalin swore and grabbed both of the young dwarves up and over his shoulder.

"These two are a real piece of work," Kendrick chuckled, watching as the elder dwarves all fussed over their young counterparts.

Bifur watched this too, his heart aching for his still-lost cousin. He didn't hear Brent approach in his distraction.

"We'll find them, Master Dwarf," he said, startling the toymaker a little. The inflection of the man's voice told him he didn't often offer words of comfort.

Fascinating.

"Aye, that we will."


"By special request," the guard sneered, throwing Fíli into a wooden box of a wagon with barred windows and straw. It reminded him of the prisoner wagons they had in Ered Luin when they needed to move criminals to different jails. Though his hands and legs were cuffed together they were not tethered to the wall.

"Why am I being separated from the others?" Fíli demanded.

"Special treatment for the special breeds," the boy scowled. The young man Fíli understood to be Daren dragged Bofur in next, his leg still heavily splinted and his face twisted into a grimace. Bofur remained cuffed as well, but Daren made sure his bonds were chained to the wall.

"That's what you get for runnin'," Daren explained, none-too-subtly tripping over Bofur's injured leg. The dwarf cursed under his breath, but maintained a tight smile as the guard left.

"Are you alright?" Fíli asked after they were gone. Bofur nodded and began scanning his new surroundings.

"Maybe there's a weakness in the wood or the bars," he offered. Fíli nodded, already running his hands over the surface and knocking on the planks. The lock on the door clicked and he quickly composed himself as it swung open, revealing the chubby blonde guard carrying Kíli over his shoulder. The blonde dwarf bit back a cry of relief in seeing his brother free of that wretched post.

He dropped Kíli unceremoniously into the straw, eliciting a pained gasp from him as his wounded shoulder collided with the ground. Fíli took a step forward, stopped only be the warning glare the merchant gave him.

He'll hurt Kíli. Wait for him to leave.

Kíli's hands and feet were shackled, but only his feet were chained to the wall before the guard left. As soon as the door shut, Fíli fell to his knees beside him.

"Kee? Kíli, can you hear me?"

The brunette dwarf opened his eyes and sat up, looping his arms over Fíli's head and pulling him into a hug.

"Hi Fee," he said in a voice muffled by Fíli's shirt. Fíli looped his arms over Kíli as well and held him and gingerly as possible, ducking his head into his brother's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Kíli."

The heat radiating off of the younger dwarf was enough to make Fíli's stomach churn with worry. The brunette was trembling violently despite his temperature as if they were caught in an ice storm.

"I-I'm s-so c-c-cold," Kíli breathed, slumping into his brother's warmth. Fíli began to hum quietly, trying to sooth him while formulating a plan.

Five strikes mark the devil's reap,

At anger's demise.

Five before the widows weep,

On the eve of wakeless sleep,

When the devil claims his prize.

Fíli held his brother tighter and willed his warmth to pass on to Kíli. Extreme chill, what phase was that?

The first will spin you side to side,

Fill your bones with ache,

In confusion lose your stride,

As the flames engulf your hide,

And watch your muscles quake…

No. Not that one.

The second strike will take your head,

Riddle it with stones.

Your stomach fills with shards of lead,

Until the devil deems you bled,

And stokes fire in your bones.

"Do you feel at all sick Kíli? Headache maybe?"

Kíli grunted dismissively at the same time Bofur cleared his throat. "The lad was sick for days on end just recently. Couldn't keep anything down, said his head felt like it was cleaved in two. He was coughing up blood as well, last I knew."

Fíli's heart froze as the grisly image of Kíli bleeding from the mouth tore through his imagination.

"Does…is that still happening?"

Kíli shrugged. "Dunno. I'm j-just co-old."

Fíli rolled his eyes behind Kíli's back and recalled the next part of the song.

The third marks the coldest days,

The flames turned to ice.

And though the flesh is still ablaze,

If feels the sun has quenched its rays.

And slipped to winter's vice.

That's the one. Stage Three. But who knows how long he's been in this phase? Or how long he'll last in it? He seems so weak.

The dwarves felt the rough ground moving below them as the caravan began to trek onwards. Kíli seemed to shiver less when Fíli held him, so he carefully shifted both of them so that his back leaned against the wall and Kíli remained slumped against his chest.

For a while Kíli just recounted the events of his capture all the way up to the present with the help of Bofur. Fíli cursed along with the tale, wincing at the mentions of punishment and illness and cheering at the moments of escape.

"And f-for the past few d-days its be-en like you saw. I…I think that's it." Kíli sighed and burrowed his face against his brother. "I h-hope Millí and Gi-mli are alright-t."

Kíli fell into an exhausted silence, Fíli at a loss for what to say. He resorted to gentle combing Kíli's hair with his fingers and humming some folk songs from back home. As Fíli hummed, he took the opportunity to scan Kíli for wounds. Nothing looked infected, however, the lacerations on his back, the arrow wound, and the multiple bruises looked less then pleasant. Moving his arms seemed to cause him a lot of discomfort as well due to the strain put on his shoulders from being tied up on the post night after night.

Kíli remained mostly silent, relishing the warmth and comfort that his brother provided. It was incredible how much he'd missed him. He focused on the vibrations in his chest as Fíli hummed.

Fíli shifted and suddenly a massive cold chill swept over Kíli's body and reduced him to a coughing fit. Fee gave him room to breath but kept a supportive hand on his arm until he was finished.

"Kíli…" the older dwarf looked down and saw small traces of blood left behind from Kíli's fit. His stomach churned again and it took all his self control to keep his nerves in check. Kíli's labored breathing evened and the he let himself fall against his brother again. Fíli wanted to give Kíli his coat and try to stem more of his shivering, but the handcuffs wouldn't allow it. So he shimmed out the bottom and pulled in over his head so that it wrapped around Kíli like a blanket.

"So, broth-ther," Kíli rasped with a small grin, "Tell m-me this is all p-part of your brilliant plan t-to break us-s free."

Guilt sat on Fíli's chest like a ton of stone bricks.

Lie.

"You better believe it."

"You a-actually have a p-plan?"

Just lie. "Yes."

He felt Bofur's eyes on him so he decided to focus on a messy piece of Kíli's hair.

I need to do something.

Two hours later and both Kíli and Bofur were fast asleep in the straw while Fíli chewed on his lip and deliberated with himself on what to do next. But it was hard to think with Kíli's feverish sleep muttering always cutting through his train of thought.

Suddenly the back door to their box opened and in came Tristan with a tray of food and a bowl of water. The sleeping dwarves shifted and groaned but didn't wake up. Fíli, on the other hand, felt his anger return like a punch to the chest.

"Evening," Tristan muttered, placing the bread and water down on the ground by Fíli.

"Explain."

"Barley wheat rolls, each have a slice of cheese inside though I'll admit I tried some and it's not very good…"

Fíli scowled at him in stony silence, letting the joke fall flat in the air. Tristan's smirk fell slowly and his face turned down to his boots.

"I'm not really supposed to talk to you."

"Tristan."

"What?"

Fíli ground his teeth together trying to wrangle in his whirlwind of emotions. What he wouldn't give to have that boy's neck just a little bit close to his hands. "Is this it then?" Fíli whispered, noting Kíli's stirring. "This is the plan?"

"What plan?" Tristan scoffed in the same hushed tone. "There was never any plan."

"Ambushing me and selling me over to Demetrius seems a lot like a plan to me."

"What did you expect?" Tristan laughed humorlessly. "My sister and I look out for ourselves, we didn't owe you anything. In fact, you owed us for getting all of our merchandise destroyed by mountain trolls."

"That wasn't me!"

"Hush!"

Fíli could feel the red in his face, the heat spreading from ear to ear.

"Tristan," Fíli gritted his teeth, "My brother is dying in here, please."

Tristan glanced at the sleeping Kíli and grimaced. "Why did they beat him so badly?"

"He tried to escape," Fíli shrugged. "And they'll do worse to you if they find out that you helped Thorin and the company get closer to the merchants than they were before. How do you think Demetrius would like that?"

"Are you threatening me?"

Fíli shrugged. "Perhaps I am."

"Unsavory," Tristan chuckled. Not the expected reaction and Fíli's face almost lost its regal composure. Suddenly, the ginger boy swooped down so that his mouth was a breath away from Fíli's ear.

"Listen, there is a plan," he hissed. "It wasn't part of the original plan, but it's all I've got."

Fíli's heart thumped with surprise and suspicion.

"How can I trust you?"

"Do you really have a choice?"

Fíli pondered that. The boy gave a solid argument. Tristan took Fíli's silence as a cue to continue.

"There's a special tea that merchants of this sort drink everyday to counteract the effects of our sleeping powder. At the last viewing, they will subdue the slaves with that powder so that you're all more 'agreeable'."

"You think you can get us some of the tea the day of?"

Tristan nodded curtly, a troubled and somehow mischievous expression twisted on his features.

"And then what?" Fíli continued.

"Raise hell the moment their guard is down, of course."

Fíli gnawed on the plan a moment. It wasn't much, but it was better than what he had going. "And you think that will work?

Tristan gave him an earnest smile before preparing to leave the wagon.

"That's what I hope."


Some H/C, TLC. Action upon the horizon as our story slowly but surely approaches its climatic peek. Hurray! New drawings soon and if you haven't seen my drawing of the Frigid story or of Milli and Gimli, go to deviantart website and look for my name. l-rose-c. Thanks loves!