I'm baaaackkk! And thank god my health is still improving! Slowly, yeah but we're getting there. Thank you so much for your lovely responses to the last chapter, I seriously have the best readers ever, this is just insane! A special thanks to those I can't thank via PM, including Hermione Granger (I'm so glad that you enjoyed it again, thank you!) and I Just Won a Free Toaster Oven (Thank you, I'm glad you like it and I am honoured to have made your day!)

For all those curious, the Fairy-tale is called Verde Prato and it is by Giambassita Basile (I hope I spelt that right) and the link I found it from is here: 2013/03/16/10-unusual-little-known-fairy-tales/

This chapter's title was partially inspired by the song 'Dream' by Priscilla Ahn, particularly the first verse and chorus:

"I was a little girl, alone in my little world

Who dreamed of a little home for me

I played pretend between the trees

And fed my house-guests bark and leaves

And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream, that I could fly

From the highest swing,

I had a dream."

It's a really beautiful song, and if you like to listen to music as you read I'd recommend sticking it on at the beginning of the chapter :D

Right, apologies for typos as ever, and I hope you enjoy!

Read. Enjoy. Review.

Chapter Eighty One # To Fly From the Highest Swing #

Tucking her curls behind her ears, Pearl raised her arms and lifted herself up onto the railing of the bridge. She did not want to leave Rivendell. The elves enchanted her and she wanted to know more. She wanted to know everything there was to know about them. They were so beautiful, so graceful and perfect.

Pearl wished that she had been born an elf. Being a hobbit was fine and all – there were far worse things to be – but if the choice had been hers, Pearl would have picked the race of the fair folk. If she could be half as pretty as the ugliest elf she had seen when she grew up, she would be a very happy lass.

It was not their beauty that was the main attraction, though. They were just good at – well, everything! They told great stories and made good food and sang amazing songs and made wonderful clothes and fought with astounding grace and walked like fairies and knew magic and she just knew that was only half of what Rivendell's residents were capable of.

She took a deep, steadying breath and stood up, glancing down at the drop below. Pearl swallowed. It was not too high, six feet at most, but that was a fair distance for a little hobbit. If she fell she better make sure it was onto the bridge on her other side. Slowly, Pearl extended her arms and began to walk across the railing.

Balancing with the posture of a princess, Pearl made her way across the rail. She did not wobble once. Smirking in triumph, she leapt deftly onto the end of the bridge, walking towards a set of stairs. They led all the way up the side of the slope, and at the top stood a building that took her breath away.

She was not sure what exactly to call it, but her feet began to drag her closer almost without her consent. There were arches, lots of arches and the roof looked as though it was made of lace. It would hardly be suitable if it was raining, but it was so beautiful that Pearl could not bring herself to care.

Before she knew it she had reached the top of the stairs, and she tiptoed through the nearest archway. A pretty stone table stood in the middle of the circular room – the whole place was shaped like that little dome jewellery box that Mama kept her locket in.

All of a sudden, the breath was stolen from Pearl's lungs.

The most beautiful view she had ever seen in her life stretched out before her. Waterfalls and valleys and flowers and trees and all things beautiful spilled out beneath her feet, and the energetic child was frozen in place for a full minute as she took it all in reverently.

Oh, how she wished she could belong here.

She closed her eyes.

"There's nothing you can do about it," she told herself firmly. "You're a hobbit and that's that. You just have to be the bestest hobbit you can."

She began to sway, watching her skirt fly out around her. The elves had given her the most beautiful dress, and Mama had allowed her to keep it after seeing how excited she was.

Pearl smiled as the soft pink fabric fluttered around her and allowed her imagination to take her away. She was a princess now, an elven princess, and it was now her job to do a dance for all the most important people in the world.

Playing the music in her mind, Pearl began to dance. She leapt through the air and twirled around and around, losing herself totally to her daydream. Pearl pointed her toes and stretched up her arms, twisting and turning and soaring and swaying in a dance that was, unbeknownst to her, far beyond her years.

She danced as the sun rose, unaware of the time flying by her. As far reality was concerned, Pearl could not be further away.

With a soft gasp she dipped all the way back and twirled up into a posh lady's posture. Her hunger had finally caught up with her and her daydream was fading – this princess needed a snack.

"That was incredible, Miss Took."

Pearl gasped again, jumping as she whirled around to see Estel perched in a nearby tree. He jumped down deftly and held out his palms in surrender.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said sincerely, crouching down so that he was a little closer to her height.

"That's alright, Master Estel," she murmured, glancing down at her feet. Maybe she was not supposed to be here after all… "What're you doing here?"

"I heard tell that there was a fairy princess dancing in the northwest pavilion, and I think I found her." Estel winked at Pearl.

She blushed slightly as her eyes widened. "Me?!"

"Are you not a fairy princess?" he raised his eyebrows. "You look like one to me…"

Pearl could not stop the smile that burst across her face. "Thank you, Master Estel!"

"Please, just call me Estel. May I call you Pearl?"

She nodded quickly. "Am I in trouble?"

Estel did a double take. "Why on earth would you be in trouble?"

"I was just exploring and I'm not sure I'm supposed to be here…" she explained sheepishly.

"Ah, don't worry about it!" Estel scoffed. "If there's not a guard, you're usually good to go. I must ask you one question though."

"Oh, alright…" Pearl began to slowly morph into puppy-dog eyes in case they were going to be needed.

"Who taught you to dance like that? It was very beautiful."

Pearl blinked several times. "No one really taught me… I just watched Mama and Auntie Ellie and all the other women dancing and then just…played."

"Then you are one of the most naturally talented dancers I have ever seen." Estel declared, and she giggled shyly. "What are you doing up here all alone, though?"

"Everyone's a little busy," she admitted, playing with the hem of her skirt. "I thought I might get a little bit of quiet time – it's kinda hard when you're on the road all the time."

"Ah, I see." Estel nodded wisely. "Am I ruining that alone time? Do not feel obliged to spare my feelings – just tell me if you want to go and I will leave the fairy princess to her dance?"

She giggled again. "It's alright, you're not ruining anything!"

"Phew!" Estel wiped his forehead dramatically. "I was worried for a moment there. So… can I play?"

"You want to play dance with me?" Pearl's eyes widened.

"If you don't mind," Estel shrugged.

"I don't mind," she grinned.

"So, catch me up on what the situation is." He clapped his hands together. "Are you a fairy princess?"

"Yes," she nodded curtly. "And you can be the king if you want?"

"King?" Estel wrinkled his nose. "Kings can't have any fun! It's all rules and regulations and duties."

"Oh," Pearl frowned. "That's true. You can be the warrior princess!"

"Warrior princess?" Estel raised his eyebrows and Pearl froze. Her tongue had slipped – she did not mean princess, she meant prince, he was going to think she was such an- "I would be honoured to be the warrior princess. You may call me Stella."

Pearl grinned. "Princess Stella, I am Princess Pearl."

Estel stood up a little taller into a very ladylike pose. "It's nice to meet you Princess Pearl."

Her grin strengthened to a beam. "Would you like to start our day with some dancing, Princess Stella?"

"I would love to!" Estel curtseyed.

They began to dance together, hand in hand, and as it turned out Estel was a brilliant dancer. He knew all sorts of lifts and spins that Pervinca had never ever seen before, and sometimes she was off the ground for minutes at a time.

After they danced, they pretended to be exploring a palace in search of some wicked thieves who had stolen the High Princess's cupcakes. Pearl became so immersed in the game that she did not even notice Kíli coming up the steps towards them.

Estel grinned as he snarled. "I'm gonna get you!"

Squealing, Pearl ran away from the 'thief', but he caught her and flung her high up into the air.

"Don't worry, Princess!" Estel cried, using his higher pitched 'Princess Voice' this time. "I've got you!"

She felt her hair flap around her face as she fell, and Pearl shrieked in delight as she landed in the young man's arms. Estel spun around and around and around and she got dizzier and dizzier, giggling the whole way.

Kíli cleared his throat. "This looks like fun, why wasn't I invited?"

"Oh, good afternoon, Kíli." Estel grinned, dangling Pearl upside down.

"Put me down!" she laughed. "You can join in if you want, Kíli!"

"We're playing princesses," Estel explained, hoisting Pearl into the air. "How good are you at catching?"

"No, no, no!" Pearl began, but Kíli grinned.

"I'm wonderful at catching," he bragged, holding out his hands.

"No, no, nooooo!" Pearl shrieked as she was tossed through the air.

Kíli caught her as if she weighed nothing more than a doll. "Gotcha!"

Pearl wanted to make a cheeky remark, but that was Nelly's area of expertise and she was a little shocked from having been flung through the air so she had to make do with an indignant 'hmph!'

"I was just looking for you," Kíli prodded her nose. "But alas, it wasn't to join in your game."

She recognised that look. "Aw, Kíli!"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your mother says it's bath time and you need an early night tonight – you know we move out tomorrow." the regret on Kíli's face was entirely unconvincing.

"But I'm not even dirty!" Pearl protested. Her mother was an unmovable force when it came to bath time, but Kíli was not nearly so difficult to persuade. "I don't wanna have a bath."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Kíli covered her face with one hand. "Nope, no guilt tripping, begging, bribing or negotiation will prevent me from delivering you straight to your mother. I'm under direct instruction from Bilbo and my mother."

Pearl pouted. "But I was playing with Estel."

"It's alright, Pearl." Estel smiled. "We'll play some other time."

"We're leaving tomorrow, though."

"There'll be another time." The young man promised. "We should go; we shouldn't let your mother wait for too long. She seems like a force to be reckoned with when she gets something into her mind."

Sighing, Pearl rested her head against Kíli's shoulder. "It's not fair."

Kíli hummed wordlessly and they began to walk back towards Rivendell's main buildings.

"Did you speak to Lord Elrond about…?"

Pearl's interest piqued as Kíli trailed off, but to her annoyance Estel's answer was just as cryptic as the question.

"I did. He said that he will think on the matter, but I do not know how he will reply." Estel sounded disappointed.

"Well, it's no worry if the plan falls apart," Kíli reasoned in his usual, cheery tone. "As you said yourself, there'll be more opportunities in the future."

Pearl bit her lip. "What're you talking about?"

"A secret," Kíli winked. "But I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise."

Content that that was the best reply she was going to get, Pearl dropped her head down onto Kíli's shoulder and allowed him to march her towards the baths. They said goodbye to Estel halfway there, for he had lessons to attend, and soon Ellie was plucking her daughter from Kíli's arms with a satisfied smile.

"And Pearl makes seven! Where've you been all day, my little princess?"

Pearl grinned. "Playing princesses!"

"You have?" Ellie gasped. "I must be a mind reader, then!"

Nodding sombrely, Pearl added. "And I was dancing too. With Estel."

"Estel danced with you?" Ellie looked impressed.

"Uh huh, and he was a princess too."

"He was? My, you've had an exciting day!" exclaimed Ellie as she lowered Pearl onto the floor.

The girl shrugged. "Yup."

Dís walked over with a smile, wiping her hands dry on a towel. "There you are, Pearl! We've got two baths going at the moment, one for the boys and one for the girls, so-"

As if on cue, a very naked Merry clambered out of the pool on the left of the room to run all the way across to the girl's bath on the right, and he jumped in with a cry of "For Frodo!" and a splash the size of a dwarf. Nelly and Pervinca shrieked and squealed and began to splash him back.

"This means war!" Pearl roared excitedly, racing forward to take revenge on her cousin for her sisters.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Dís hooked her arm under Pearl's and lifted her effortlessly off of the floor. "Not so fast. You can't bathe with your clothes on and you cannot wage war until you're completely and utterly clean, from head to those little hairy toes of yours. That means you use soap, and it also applies to you, Meriadoc."

With a sheepish grin, Merry scampered up and out of the bath, slipping into the boys' pool across the room.

"Now, can you be trusted to bathe without causing any fuss?"

"Yes, Miss Dís," they all chimed, except for Frodo who exchanged 'Miss' for 'Auntie'. Pearl was not quite sure why Frodo called her that, but it was an unspoken rule that he was the only one who did. She was not sure why that was the case, either…

Pearl quickly undressed herself like a big girl and sank into the warm, deep water. She knew that these were some of the shallowest baths in Rivendell, but the water still came all the way up to her chest – Pervinca's chin was only just above the surface! Stretching her arms out, Pearl started to swim, but her mother tugged her gently to the side and poured some sweet smelling soap into her hair.

"Ow!" Pearl winced as her mother began to scrub at her hair. "Mama, my eyes!"

"Hush Pearl," was the gentle reply. "There's nothing in your eyes."

Pearl pouted. "Is too."

"Hush," Ellie murmured again, massaging the soap into Pearl's skull.

Sighing heavily, Pearl squeezed her eyes shut and succumbed to her fate. The bubbles dripped down her face, but her mother's gentle hands protected her eyes from the stingy soap.

"Mama?" she asked after a long moment. "Why do we have to leave so soon? I wanna stay here, with the elves, just for a little bit longer!"

"We can't, sweetheart. We need to get moving again so that we can reach the mountain in time for Durin's Day."

"But why?" Pearl insisted. "We won't be locked out or anything if we're a little bit late."

"Because Durin's Day marks a year since Thorin entered the mountain and officially gained Kingship over its halls," Dís interrupted gently from the other side of the room. "It's very symbolic, because that's when the official coronation ceremony will occur, and when Fíli and Kíli are officially instated as heirs to the throne of Erebor."

"I thought they already were Thorin's heirs," Frodo puzzled. "And I thought that Thorin was already the king… Why do they have to be coronated?"

"Well, can anyone guess why?" Dís suggested, washing the soap out of Pippin's curls. Pearl's brother was squirming all over the place, and the little hobbit was impressed how well Dís was doing.

Nelly was the first to guess. "Because they haven't got a proper crown yet?"

"That's a very clever suggestion, but it's not the right answer." The princess smiled encouragingly, and Nelly's face screwed up in concentration.

"Because… because…"

"Because it was smelly before?" Pervinca piped up. At the room's quizzical look, she elaborated. "Kíli said that the mountain smelled like yucky dead dragon, and a carnation is like a party, isn't it? You couldn't have a party if it was all stinky."

"Coronation," Nelly corrected smugly. Pervinca splashed her in the face.

"Another great guess," Ellie reached over Pearl's head to put a warning hand on Nelly's shoulder. "But not quite."

"Is it because it takes a long time to plan?" wondered Pearl.

Again, Dís shook her head.

"Is it because before they were just kings and princes of the dwarves, but now they're kings and princes of the dwarves and the mountain?" Merry suggested as he used the bubbles to mould his hair into a spike.

Dís beamed. "That is exactly right! Can you think why it must be a year after they first gained entry?"

This time it was Frodo who replied. "Is it like a practise year?"

"In a way, yes." Dís nodded, finally releasing a clean Pippin. "A year in the throne proves Thorin's suitability as a leader. Of course he's been king for so long that it's all just symbolic, but it is an important occasion nevertheless."

"How'd you guess that, Frodo?" Sam asked curiously.

"Something Fíli said," the little Baggins shrugged.

"Alright then," Pearl sighed. "I s'pose it wouldn't do to miss a big party."

Ellie laughed. "No, it wouldn't. You're all done now, Pearl."

"Thank Mahal!" she gasped, diving down into the water. When she resurfaced, Dís was raising her eyebrows at her.

"And just where did you learn that?"

"Fíli!" Pearl squeaked, ducking back beneath the water.

Using her older sister as a distraction, Nelly snuck around to the boys' bath.

"Du Bekar!" she roared, flinging herself in the air and causing an even larger splash than Merry had.

This time Dís and Ellie shook their heads and allowed the children their excitable game with the hope that they would tire each other out in time for bed so that in the morn their journey could get off to a bright and early start.


There was no air in Kíli's lungs, and there was a very specific reason for that.

"Rise and shine!" Frodo sang from atop his chest. "Wakey-wakey sleepyhead!"

Kíli opened one eye and grunted, before closing his eye again.

Frodo was clearly unimpressed by that response. "Look alive, Kíli!"

"It's too early to be alive!" Kíli groaned.

"We gotta go!" Frodo insisted. "And Pippin's eating all your breakfast."

Kíli snorted. "Bilbo would never let that happen."

"Bilbo doesn't know that Pippin found your secret stash of muffins."

"What?" Kíli yelped, sitting up so quickly that Frodo tumbled off his chest. If it had not been for the dwarf's quick reflexes, the little hobbit would have been on the floor. Bilbo would not have been impressed at all.

Unfazed by his near-bruise experience, Frodo cackled mischievously. "I knew that'd work!"

Kíli growled playfully and began tickling the boy mercilessly. "You little liar!"

"Help!" Frodo squealed. "Help me!"

Kíli clambered out of bed and slung Frodo over his shoulder, going about his final few preparations as if there was not a child pounding on his back. Bilbo did not even ask when he walked in to give Kíli their food supplies.

All too soon they were standing outside the gates of Rivendell, ready to leave their friends behind for what would likely be half a decade. That was no time for the elves, of course, but for the others it was considerably longer. To Kíli's surprise and joy, Estel appeared with Lord Elrond in what looked to be full travelling gear. The ancient elf and young man were talking intently and sombrely until one of the twins jumped behind them with a grin and a warm arm slung around the both of them.

"Don't worry, Ada." Elladan crooned. "We'll take good care of lickle Estel!"

"Don't worry, my Lord," a golden haired elf Kíli believed was named Glorfindel smirked. "I will look after all three children."

Kíli wondered how Elrond was not rolling his eyes as he turned to address the assembling company.

"As you are aware, those trailing you have been housed in a different part of Rivendell these past few days, each treated according to their station. From now, my sons, Estel and Glorfindel will be taking care of the dwarves Sindri and Frár, leaving the rangers free to return to their usual posts. Master Ned will remain and see out the end of the journey with them, so as to educate Estel further in the ways of the rangers." He explained.

"Really?" Pearl gasped. "They're coming to Erebor with us?"

"Not really with us," Kíli corrected mildly. "A few miles behind us. But they'll meet with us there."

Pearl looked incredibly pleased by that news, and Estel winked at her.

"Right, I think we're all set," Bilbo clapped his hands together. "Thank you, Lord Elrond, for your kind hospitality. It is much, much appreciated, and if there ever comes a time when we can do anything to repay you for your kindness-"

"Do not mention it, Master Bilbo. It has been a pleasure having your company and I would be happy to host your family again, should you ever be passing by again." Elrond smiled and bowed slightly.

Bilbo and Kíli bowed back deeply, and before long they were on their way.

They travelled faster now; the children and their parents were more used to travelling and they were well rested from their time in Rivendell. It was not an uncomfortable pace, as far as Kíli was concerned, but he knew that if they went any faster it would be.

They had decided upon setting out for their journey that they would follow their path home instead of their original trek. It would not be feasible to cross the Misty Mountains with the wagons they carted, not to mention the vulnerability of the little ones. Rohan was their safest option – although it was admittedly a longer route.

It seemed that luck was on their side – they travelled smoothly through the lands east of the mountain, and passed through the Gap of Rohan without even a peep of trouble. Even Pippin seemed to be on his best behaviour.

However, there were downsides to the peace.

"I spy, with my little eye…" Nelly drawled, marking the fifty seventh round of the game that evening. "Something beginning with…"

"No more, please!" Bofur groaned, pulling his hat down over his ears and making the children giggle. "I can't take much more of this!"

Ignoring the troublesome toymaker, Nelly continued. "Something beginning with F."

"Forest?" Frodo guessed immediately, since they were passing by Fangorn's intimidating outskirts.

"Nope." The 'p' popped teasingly of the young lass' tongue.

"Fangorn forest?" amended Merry.

"No, Merry," Nelly shook her head and tutted. "Frodo just said that."

"He just said forest, not Fangorn!" Merry scowled, and Kíli put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder.

"A forlorn toymaker?" Bofur suggested glumly. If Sam's giggles were anything to go by, the dwarf's hat was still pulled firmly over his eyes.

"Nuh-uh."

"F…free horsies?" Pervinca asked, staring at a small heard of wild ponies on the horizon.

"No – where are- ooh, they're cute!"

"Fosco!" Pippin cried unexpectedly.

Nelly beamed triumphantly. "Yes! Pippin's go!"

Sighing, Kíli threw his head back and tried to drown out the never-ending hell that was I spy.

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with…" Pippin's face screwed up in concentration. "Sss."

"S," Fíli offered, and Pippin nodded.

"S. Something beginning with S."

"Sky?"

"Uh-uh."

The guessing went on for another torturous minute, until Bofur could not take any more. "We give up laddie, please just put us out of our misery and tell us what you see!"

Pippin's chest puffed up proudly at having won the round. "Strangers!"

"Strangers?" Kíli frowned. "Where can you see strangers, Pip?"

Pippin pointed straight ahead and sure enough, on the horizon was the upwards curling smoke of a fire, and the silhouetted figures of several people huddled around it. The hairs on the back of Kíli's neck stood up and he reached around to stroke his bow.

It was not only the adults who became aware of the possibility of danger – as their elders tensed the children shifted and squirmed uncomfortably. Merry leant back into Kíli's chest.

"Did I do something bad?" Pippin mumbled to Fíli.

"No, don't be silly!" the dwarf scoffed. "In fact, you did something very good. You can be one of our official watchers now, and keep an eye out for anything strange for us!"

Pleased with the praise but still evidently nervous, Pippin snuggled as close to Fíli as he possibly could.

"Should we change course?" Bilbo offered with a forced lightness to his tone.

"No," Dís shook her head. "We should hold our line. If we come to danger we know what to do."

"Very well," Bilbo met the woman's eyes and nodded. "We hold our line."

Darkness drew in as they drew closer to the fire, and as the figures began to take a more certain shape it was evident that they had noticed the approaching company.

"They are gathering arms," Fíli murmured in Khuzdul, gently lifting Pippin off of his pony and into Paladin's ready arms in case of a fight. "Battle positions, just in case. No attacks until I give the word."

Kíli nodded and dropped back to Esme's side and nudged Merry gently.

"Kíli," the child whimpered. "Kíli, is there going to be a fight?"

"No, Merry," Kíli put a hand on the boy's cheek. "This is just in case. Can you put on your brave boy face for me?"

Merry swallowed and clenched his jaw, jutting his chin higher into the air.

"There's a good boy," Kíli eased Merry onto the front of Esme's pony.

Saradoc handed his reigns to Esme and leapt down off of his horse, grabbing his son and all but throwing him into the nearest wagon. He grabbed Pippin next, and Pervinca under the other arm, delivering the little ones one by one until they were all hiding in the wagons without slowing the company down a fraction. Then he managed to clamber back onto his own moving pony.

Kíli could not help but grin. "You're still agile, Doc."

"Well, I won't say why in front of the children."

Esme reached across and smacked her husband across the back of the head, and the solemnity returned.

Their own formation shifted as the faceless figures on the horizon fell into what were clearly ranks.

Now Fíli rode at their head, flanked by Kíli and their mother. Nori flanked Kíli and Bofur, Dís, while Bilbo rode directly behind him a few feet back. Esme and Ellie were next, then Paladin and Saradoc taking up the rear. The ponies dragging the wagons were now riderless, but two of the strange wolves were flanking them. Another loped out to the right while Luno whined and darted between ponies' legs to take the left flank of the group.

The she-wolf began to run in front of them all, and with a slight thrill Kíli thought that they must be a fearsome sight.

"They have an archer!" Fíli barked in Khuzdul, so as not to scare the children. "Kíli!"

Instantly, Kíli drew his bow and nocked and arrow, taking sight of the one Fíli spoke of. "Got him!"

The strange archer loosed an arrow and it pierced the ground mere feet in front of the she-wolf. Immediately, all five wolves burst into a terrifying symphony of barks and howls and yaps, and the she-wolf barrelled forward with startling speed. Kíli's fingers began to release an arrow of his own but he stopped at the last second.

"Wait!" he cried. "There are children among them!"

"What?" Fíli drew back his arm to throw a knife.

Cursing, Kíli realised that he had yelled in Elvish instead of Khuzdul. "Children, there are children among them, look!"

Fíli's arm froze in position. "Slow down!"

They began to pull their ponies slower, but the she-wolf darted on, making a bee-line for the archer, who seemed to be fumbling to nock another arrow. They were clumsy, clearly not accustomed to this. A frightened scream met Kíli's ears.

"Amad!"

"Sweet Mahal!" Bofur cried in horror. "Stop, wolf, stop!"

Surprisingly, the she-wolf skidded to a halt, craning her neck over her shoulder to stare at the dwarf.

And then, the child screamed again. This time, however, it was in surprise.

"Uncle Bofur!?"

And here I leave you! I hope you enjoyed that chapter, it didn't move forward as much as I would've liked, but the beginning took an interesting direction. I've always liked the more sensitive side of Aragorn and I'd like to think that he would've been happy to be a princess to humour a slightly lonely little girl.

Thank you so much for reading! I have one deadline this Friday and another one a week later, but after that I'm done! If I can update sooner I shall, but I doubt that will be the case. Thank you for your patience guys, you're all seriously awesome!

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