Disclaimer: This conclusion of Solnuska. Fairly Odd Parents is not mine. Enjoy.

FOP

Feldan watched in rapt interest as his darling Witch moved forward with something other than cold cruelty in her eyes. Gently she ran the palm of her hand down their young captive's face, waiting for any signs of flinching or fear. She could already feel the void within her being filled by the presence of the young one, and smiled genuinely because of it.

Without a word to anyone in the room, she took the girl's hand and led her away, looking nowhere but at her young face.

Observing them leave, Feldan smiled as well before turning towards the Wolf he had so mercilessly controlled. His smile turned sadistic as the tall creature spread his mighty wings in an act of casual intimidation. His Wolf didn't flinch, a credit Feldan annoyingly acknowledged.

"You have done well, Wolf. But you were followed, by a group that shall be here soon enough. You shall stay here and when they arrive take them to the crystals." With that Feldan turned and left the angered Wolf in his wake. As soon as he was alone Dominik fell to his knees, his sorrow nearly swallowing him whole. He couldn't take Nyssia to the crystals, she wouldn't survive, and he would never see her again.

Leaning back he let loose a howl so full of grieve that it would echo in the throne room for centuries to come. In the corridor, Feldan grinned.

~O~

Harpsichord couldn't keep herself from touching Tootie, stroking her cheek or brushing hair from her eyes. It was such a wonderful feeling, having this girl so close to her, restoring her magic. Leading her into a moderately sized room, the Witch guided her to a bed of Silver Wormwood, laying her down and closing her eyes. She kissed the girl's forehead before sitting beside her to weave blossoms of Rose Milkweed and Lark in her dark hair.

Feldan entered, and was struck with the sight of his beloved Witch placing the magikal flowers in their young ward's hair. She looked so calm and collected, on her knees in that dress of stars, humming a soft sort of spell, but he knew she was as charged as he was. Moving towards the only window of the room, he swept aside the curtain of moonflowers to let in the glorious morning light. In one swift motion Harpsichord was on her feet the same instant Feldan went to his knees before the now bewitched young girl. Bending over her, he slipped around her neck a pendant carved from a single, solid piece of oak. Intricately carved into it was the image of an acorn framed by two oak leaves. His insignia.

He, too, kissed her forehead before standing to move beside his witch. Together they watched as the light wove with the flowers, their own spell twisting and bending and dancing around the form of the girl. The girl who was now writhing within the circle.

Their magik would be complete once more.

~O~

Dwalin could go no further, the battle within him was too great to ignore. He couldn't let the Man-Brat continue on without a clue. It wouldn't be right, he deserved to know.

And so the Goblin King stopped running, walked a few more paces and then became still altogether. Nyssia and Orlana were the first to notice, halting instantly while calling out to Timmy. Being the last to stop, the human was angry at the delay, but any furious words were stilled on his lips when he saw the look on Dwalin's face.

"Dwalin?"

"Dwalin has not been honest with the Man-Brat."

That unsettling feeling within Timmy's stomach became even bigger.

"What do you mean, Dwalin? What's going on?" he felt an sickening feeling of déjà vu, which grew into dread as he watched the small creature remove his cap and start to wring it nervously.

"Dwalin knew Tootie-Comrade would be taken."

Timmy couldn't believe what he just heard. Dwalin knew? He knew? And he let them take her anyway?

"What?"

"Dwalin was tasked by Feldan to watch and protect Tootie-Comrade until the time had come for the Watch to take her." he thought he was going to throw up. Timmy felt as if he would actually become physically sick at the information coming from Dwalin.

"How could you – how could -" unable to finish the tormented thoughts in his head, Timmy turned away, hiding the tears of betrayal. Had Tootie known? Did Dwalin watch as those creatures took her? Did she fight them? Did she try?

"Dwalin, I think it's time you go back to your kingdom. The Goblins need their King and I can't trust you any longer." And then he walked away. Nyssia and Orlana followed, sparing the Goblin one last look of despair before they disappeared within the foliage. Dwalin stood still for a moment, confused and angry.

The Man-Brat didn't understand, just jumped to conclusions like all Man-Brats do. Words of explanation were on Dwalin's lips, but he held them back. Those were not his secrets to tell. No, he would continue on his quest with the Man-Brat for Tootie-Comrade – not with him but beside him. No Man-Brat ordered the Goblin King around. And no Man-Brat told the Goblin King what was and was not wrong.

Forcing his hat back on his head, Dwalin spit a curse at the ground and moved quickly after the group. If he took a shortcut through the land of the Lúidín Dair Daoine he would reach Feldan's lair before the others; he just hoped the Bone-Crunchers weren't out today.

Bone-Crunchers make Goblins uncomfortable.

~0~

"So do we just walk through the front door?" Timmy whispered as he and the Nymph twins crouched behind a fallen log at the edge of the forest. The sight before them was certainly one to behold – Timmy had never seen material like that which had been used to construct Feldan's castle. The human boy was unable to tell from where he stood if the tall and twisting towers were built out of wood, or stone, or even water in some places and fire in others. It was a dark sort of light, and filled him with a sad completion. It sucked the confidence clear out of his soul, but he knew he had to try, to save Tootie.

But save her from what, he still wasn't sure.

"We can't go through the main entrance, we'd be captured and killed on sight. See high on the ramparts?" Nyssia pointed, and Orlana gasped at the frightful vision of the Bone-Crunchers standing guard. Some had taken to their owls and were circling, as if they could sense the creatures hiding just out of reach.

"Bone-Crunchers." The younger sister mumbled, and for the first time Timmy recognized one question he shouldn't ask, and left it at their fear. He groped around blindly for some sort of weapon with the thought in mind that they'd have to fight their way in, and was hit with a harsh realization.

They had no weapons, not even a big stick.

"Damn, no sword, no stick, and no magic. How the hell do we get in?" the sisters shrugged in unison, and just as Timmy was about to try his luck at strategizing, a creature emerged from the thicket behind them.

"They get in with an escort."

Surprise was written all over his face Timmy looked the young Goblin over.

"Dwalin, I thought I told you to go home." The Goblin smirked, scampering over to the group to better see the castle they would attempt to breech.

"How many times does Dwalin have to tell Timmy-Man-Brat that he not the only one to love Tootie-Comrade? Timmy-Man-Brat knows nothing of the situation at hand, but Dwalin will help him steal Tootie-Comrade back anyway. Because they both love her. So Dwalin will escort Man-Brat and Nymphs into fortress, and go from there." Battle speech finished, Dwalin stood to his full height and made his way along the path towards the magnificent archway. Nyssia and Orlana followed close behind, and Timmy brought up the rear, wondering once again how Dwalin managed to do that.

They passed beneath the entrance in silence, Dwalin stoic as any guard while Nyssia and Orlana held each other in fear and unease. Timmy was overwhelmed by it all, the dark beauty of the structure, the fantastical engravings tugged at his imagination as he thought of how old they were and what they could mean. And yet he was still painfully aware of the eyes on him, the beady dark little eyes from the ramparts and the towers. It was unsettling.

A great gust of wind stopped them, and Timmy looked up to see a great owl swooping down, one of those nasty little creatures on its back. The large barn owl was the size of a horse, seventeen hands tall at least. The monster mounted on her leaned over but didn't dismount. Judging by the black and red cape hanging off the boney spikes protruding from his back, Timmy figured this to be the captain of the guard.

"Hail Goblin! What brings you to Caisleán Dubh?" while his tone was jovial, Timmy couldn't look away from the jagged teeth in that smiling mouth. Dwalin couldn't either.

"He is Dwalin of the Riocht Cluricaune, to see Lord Feldan."

The Bone-Cruncher regarded him for a moment, before nodding. Pulling the reins on his great steed, the creature began to take off, but not before her rider spoke on final time.

"The Master and his Witch are in the Sealing Chambers, but you can stay in the Throne Room till they are finished. The Wolf will keep you company." and then they were gone, nothing but a vast dark spot in the sky. Dwalin nodded to their shadow, and made his way up the stone steps toward the throne room, trying to ignore the hesitation from the Nymphs. Timmy followed quietly, surprised at how easy that was.

The large oak doors opened, and Nyssia gasped when she met eyes with Dominik. He seemed just as struck as her, but was able to look away in time to catch Dwalin's gaze.

"Dwalin."

"Dominik."

The room was still, the tension so thick it could be physically touched. And then Dominik smiled and nodded towards a door to his left.

"She's down that hallway in the Sealing Chamber, the last doorway. They are with her. You better go now while there is still perhaps a chance." Dwalin nodded his appreciation of the assistance, and in a sudden motion grabbed Timmy's hand and led him in the direction. The sisters followed, but Dominik took hold of Nyssia's arm before she could be fully passed him. Orlana stopped, and was surprised when her sister wouldn't look at her.

"Go, I'll be right behind you."

The little sister nodded, and disappeared.

The pair remained silent until the door closed fully, encasing them in their own little world. Softly, Nyssia lifted her hand to stroke the Wolf's face, and he leaned into her touch while pulling her closer to him.

"Nyssia . . ."

"I know. I missed you too." He kissed her palm, waiting a moment longer, letting her presence surround and comfort him, before he spoke again.

"You should not have come back, now you'll never be free. Why did you not flee like I told you to?" she smiled, and his heart hurt even more at the agonized sight.

"The human is in love with the girl. I couldn't let him do this on his own – it spoke too much of a past still very much alive." Dominik barked and gripped her to him fiercely, the sorrow of her words far to true for him. His heart broke with her certainty, as long as one of them was still trapped neither would be free. And now another pair of young lovers would suffer the same fate.

"I love you Nyssia." He whispered into her hair, and she laughed through a sob as she gripped him tighter.

"I love you too, so very much." And then he pulled away from her, and kissed her. Desperately, he kissed her soft Fae lips and tried to be gentle. Because there would be no escape for her now, just like there would be no escape for him.

Drawing the small dagger from his belt, he kept kissing her even as he buried the blade in her chest. She gasped, stumbling back a bit but he wouldn't let her go. Looking down at her wound, she smiled back up at her lover and kissed him again, with the blood as blue and clear as water ran down her front. She disappeared in his arms, like a bubble that had been popped, and all that was left was a wet throne room floor, and a Wolf on his knees with a clean blade.

Throwing the damned weapon to the side, he threw his head back and howled again, a sound so full of agony and despair that all within the Realm stopped, just to listen. And then he fled. But he would return, for though she was now free he was not, and a hound of Feldan's, no matter how beaten and kicked, always returned.

Always.

~O~

It was the longest hallway Orlana was certain she had ever been in, and was relieved when they finally made it to the doorway at the end. Her excited breathing was cut short by a sudden gasp, and Timmy and Dwalin had just enough time to see a wet patch grow on the breast of her gown before she laughed and collapsed into a puddle of water. Timmy, stunned by what he just saw, had no time to ask what had happened before the door was opened, and there Feldan stood.

Dwalin dropped quickly to one knee before standing, but his human accomplice was so surprise that he stepped back and slipped on the now wet floor. Landing on his back side, Feldan now appeared even taller as he looked down on the inferior creature.

"Whoa!" was Timmy's excited shout as he watched the great being stretch out his moth-like wings before replacing them.

"Dwalin, what a surprise, I was not expecting you until the solstice. This must be the young human that accompanied you in following my Watch. Well, come in, the Sealing is just about over and the more the merrier." Turning around, he didn't bother to help Timmy to his feet, and with a cool sort of embarrassment he helped himself. Dwalin shook his head, before leading the young man into the room.

Again Timmy was amazed. Not at all the living greenery that had taken over, but at the creature kneeling beside Tootie's prone form. He recognized her instantly as the woman from the forest, but now she seemed far more elegant and beautiful. Her black clothes had been replaced by a dress that seemed to be made out of stars, and her short hair was filled with glittering lights and white flowers. She turned to look at the company, and smiled, not sadistic and cold, but warm and loving as she held out a hand for Dwalin to take, kissing it as he bowed.

"Dwalin is pleased to see the Lady Aileen in good health. Mieg-Mistress wishes her the best." Her smile became even more radiant as she nodded.

"It is good to see you again as well, Dwalin. You are just in time, she is about to wake."

Timmy had never been more confused in all his life. Moments again it had been nothing but doom and gloom and Tootie's life is in danger and we have to save her – and now they were all being so cordial as if they were sitting down to afternoon tea. Just what in the hell is going on here?

"Just what in the hell is going on here?" when he finally spoke, the rest looked at the human as if noticing him for the first time. It was the Witch's eyes that were the most surprised.

"You mean no one told you?" her posture was soft, warm and inviting, but all he could see was Tootie, wrapped up in light and flowers. Feldan and his Witch turned to Dwalin, who shrugged, all pretenses gone.

"Timmy-Man-Brat wishes to take her back." Was his simple explanation, and the pair of power beings shared a sharp glance that Timmy didn't want to see.

"Well if he wants her he's going to have to earn her." The deep and commanding voice of Feldan was strong, but Timmy's weariness was equally strong.

"No, no one told me – please, no more. No more riddles, no more prophesies, just tell me the truth in plain English. What's going on?"

No one spoke, no one had to, for at that moment Tootie opened her lovely violet eyes. Blinking a few times, she groaned while sitting up, confusion setting in as she took in her surroundings. Feldan did nothing but watch as his Witch grasped the young girl's hand and held it to her, smiling infinitely. Dwalin held in his happiness at seeing her move, but did not go to embrace her. Only Timmy did, falling to his knees and crawling towards her.

"Tootie, Tootie thank God. I was so worried." And then he kissed her, and he really meant it this time. Not like the few kisses they'd shared after their first Dwalin-related adventure, but really truly sincerely meant it. Pulling away from her he smiled, expecting to see her overjoyed, and instead met a confused but flattered smile.

"Have we met before?"

His heart broke.

~0~

Feldan and Dwalin remained in the throne room while the Witch took Timmy and Tootie out into her courtyard. What had once been a place of stone and dead plants and crows had come alive, with greenery and flowers blooming all around, and music and servants – although there were still crows. Tootie was off by the patch of Monkshood, eagerly talking with the black birds as if she had known their language all her life. Timmy was escorted to a bench where he sat by the Lady, amazed at the transformation in both she and Tootie, still stunned by her lack of memory.

"I serve two purposes here in Feldan's kingdom; outside I am his Witch Harpsichord, the eyes and ears in lands he cannot yet go. And within the walls of Caisleán Dubh I am his wife the Lady Aileen. I know you must be full of questions and misunderstandings, so I will wait, and answer when you are ready to ask." And she took his hand in hers; the pair sat watching Tootie with nothing but love. Fifteen minutes later Timmy was still sitting in a near catatonic state, and Aileen was becoming annoyed at waiting. Just as she was about to stand and find her husband to express her concerns, the young human spoke.

"Why does Feldan want Tootie so badly? Why her?" his voice was so quiet she nearly missed it, nonetheless she heard and with a sigh turned his face so he would meet her eyes.

"He wants her because she is ours," at his look she continued, "The girl you knew as Tootie was a lie. Seventeen years ago I bore Feldan a magnificent child, a daughter. But those were dark times of war, and she was far too powerful to be kept in such danger. So we had the Watch find us a human family with a newborn as well, and switched the children a few days later. Though our decoy daughter, it seemed, was a sickly child, and did not survive the year even with magic. The grave of the real Tootie is there, just below the Rowan tree." Here she paused, and Timmy moved his gaze over to see a small rose bush growing beneath the branches.

"She's a Changeling." The words seemed foreign to him, but even as he said it and looked to the girl he cared so deeply for, he knew it to be accurate. Aileen smiled.

"Yes. We enlisted the aid of Dwalin to watch over her and guide her after the wars ended. He gave us information we desperately clung to, and introduced her to magic slowly so that when she was collected it would not be such a shock." Looking to her daughter, she smiled as the raven haired woman grinned at them and made her way over. Gone were her jeans and jacket, and was now in a purple dress that seemed to be fashioned from pure fog. She looked radiant.

Sitting beside her mother, she smiled at the human boy, but felt saddened when he couldn't meet her eyes.

"Why can't she remember me?"Frustrated, the girl he still thought of as Tootie moved so she now sat next to him. She took his other hand and was comfortable with such intimate contact, although she wasn't sure why.

"It's a side effect of being in Feldan's kingdom all humans suffer. His child she may be, but she was still born to a human mother, no matter how magical I am. The only reason you are not affected is because you've had such long exposure to magical Faeries." He looked at her in shock, and she laughed openly, a supernatural sound that bewitched him.

"I'm not just his wife, but his Witch too, remember? His eyes and ears. And what kind of Witch would I be if I was not aware of you and your Faerie Godparents?" she laughed again, this time more of a witch's cackle as he smiled and looked back at Tootie. No, not Tootie. Someone else. But what about roses with other names still smelling sweetly?

"If she's not Tootie, then who is she?" Tootie looked at her mother then too, a voice from a memory of a dream echoing around in her head. Without bidding she looked at her mother and smiled.

"Aisling." Aileen smiled and leaned over Timmy to stroke her daughter's cheek, love pouring out of her eyes.

"My Darling."

Timmy looked at To-Aisling, he had to correct in his mind, and smiled. She certainly looked like an Aisling, but in his heart she'll always be Tootie.

"Will you ever remember me?" he whispered to her, his heart breaking all over again when her vivid eyes met his. Had it all been for nothing? All the chasing and the fighting and the magic, only to lose her anyway? Where was the justice in that?

"I know you, but I don't know how. It's biting at the back of my mind, and I wish I could remember. You are important to me, I'm certain of it." to emphasize her point she leaned over and kissed him delicately on the cheek, and as her lips lingered he grabbed her hand tightly. He was on the edge of something, but of what still remained a mystery.

At that moment Feldan strode out with Dwalin by his side, the pair a picture of peaceful diplomatic relations. Aileen stood to receive her husband, and as the magnificent creature bent to kiss her delicately on the forehead Timmy was too enthralled to look away.

"Dwalin tells me that you are in love with my daughter." There was no question. And Timmy could feel there would be no lying or denial either.

"Yes."

Feldan nodded as Aileen took Aisling in her arms. Dwalin was quiet.

"We cannot let her go now. She has restored our magic, filled the void that opened when we had to give her up. But I will make you a wager: If you can get her to remember you in one attempt, then you have our permission to stay here with her." with astonishment and just a small amount of anger Timmy met eyes with Dwalin and Aileen before looking at the young woman who held his heart. Just one shot, huh? Oh what a fairy tale this is turning out to be.

Squaring his shoulders Timmy reached forward, took her in his arms and kissed her hard. Like he did that day she ran off to fight the gypsies, when his desperation and worry ate at him. When he thought he would never see her again.

When some small part of him knew he loved her.

Pulling away, he slowly opened his eyes, and felt his heart break all over again when he saw once more the eyes of someone who was just complimented by a complete stranger.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, and he knew she was. Because whether she was Tootie or Aisling, Fae or Human, Princess or Nerd, she was always caring, especially for him.

"You failed." Feldan's voice was ominous and final. Timmy's shoulders sagged with regret as he fell to his knees and the Lord of Caisleán Dubh ushered his wife and daughter out of the courtyard.

"I love you Tootie." His muttered brokenly, and the young woman had just enough time to gasp and look his way before she was pulled inside and away from him completely. Slowly Dwalin moved forward and stood before the broken man. Now that he was one his knees Timmy found that he and the Goblin King could be eye to eye.

"I never should have told her it meant nothing when we kissed. I should have defeated my denial then and there and made her my girlfriend. I never should have – should have . . ." wasted all that time his mind finished as he broke down in sobs. Dwalin remained quiet, until the man had ceased his weeping and met the earthen eyes of the powerful creature.

"Yes, Man-Brat should have."

Timmy's shoulders sagged a bit more. Suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder and he was looking at the Goblin once more.

"But hope not yet gone." Nodding behind him, Timmy turned to see Aisling standing in the doorway, eyes wide and hand on her lips.

"You kissed me." She whispered, and he almost laughed.

"Tootie."

"Timmy!" she shouted, running for him and falling to her knees before he had a chance to stand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gripped him tightly as she laughed at her regained memories, and cried at their predicament. He had failed and there was nothing that could change that.

"Run away with me, Tootie." He whispered into her hair, and she smiled even as she shook her head no.

"I can't. I've been Tootie for seventeen years, and never happy. Feldan and Aileen can give me the real love of parents, and I feel complete here. I need to be Aisling now. I want to become who I was born to be." Her smile was calm and infectious, and Timmy found himself smiling back even though he felt unbelievable hurt.

"I'm in love with you Tootie." Now her smile was even brighter than the sun as she kissed his lips softly.

"I know, and it's wonderful, isn't it?" she sounded positively giddy, and he wasn't surprised in the least when he felt inside his heart that being in love with her was the greatest feeling he ever had. Why had he been so scared of her before? This was a feeling he wanted to have for the rest of his life.

"I'll come to you, sneak if I have to and fight if I must, but I will come to you." His vow was solemn and sincere, and it shook her to hear carefree Timmy Turner make such a promise to her.

"I know."

Suddenly he felt tingly, as if his whole body were going numb. Tootie looked frantically to Dwalin, who shook his head.

"Feldan conspiring with Lady Aileen to send Man-Brat back home." Tootie started crying while Timmy kissed her hand frantically before he was entirely gone. Mere moments later left Dwalin shaking his head, and Aisling crying on her knees. Even with Dwalin beside her, she felt completely and utterly alone.

~O~

Timmy appeared in his room at half past six in the morning, just in time to turn off his alarm clock. It was Monday, he had school, and yet he couldn't manage more than a stagger to the bed before collapsing with his head in his hands. In all his life he could never remember his heart being so empty. Hearing movement, Cosmo and Wanda poofed out of their fish bowl, and though they could read his body language clear enough, they still had to know.

"Tootie?" Cosmo ventured, but Wanda took his hand with a frown when Timmy's whole form shook with a sob. That would be answer enough for them.

"She was never mine to save."

FOP