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Timmy was astounded. As soon as the group emerged from the dark tunnel and greeted by the sight of Riocht Cluricaune, he was astounded. They didn't have time to be shown even a portion of the amazing structures and architecture, because they were rushed to the side of Mieg, Mistress of the Goblins.

"Mieg-Mistress! Mieg-Mistress! Dwalin returns!" one of the Goblins who looked like Dwalin ran ahead of them, shouting the news. From one of the larger rock domiciles emerged a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Morrigan the Sand Witch, except instead of desert colors, hers were of the forest. She approached the group of weary travelers, and smiled when Dwalin dropped to one knee in semblance of a bow.

"Mieg-Mistress." He greeted, and Timmy was amazed to see that her hair was living, green moss.

"Dwalin-Goblin, what news do you have for Mieg?" she implored, and Dwalin quickly rose, motioning to his companions.

"Tootie-Comrade sacrificed herself to save Goblins. Ventured into Roma-Demon camp to kill Sybilla-Monster. Timmy-Man-Brat and Faeries join, and follow Dwalin on Tootie-Comrade's request. Timmy-Man-Brat needs Goblin-Healer for wound from Morrigan-Mistress' sand-demon." He explained, not noticing the surprise on Mieg's face at the name changes for Tootie, as well as her sister. Ignoring it for now, Mieg bent over gracefully to look at Timmy's leg.

"Goblins can fix that. If Timmy-Man-Brat will follow Mieg, she can help his wound." She turned to enter another building, but Timmy didn't immediately follow her.

"Can Mieg-Mistress grant Cosmo-Faerie, Wanda-Faerie and Poof-Faerie their magik so they can help Timmy-Man-Brat help save Tootie-Comrade?" he asked, and both Dwalin and Mieg smiled at how well he spoke Goblin.

"Fix leg first, talk of rescue can follow. Come." She motioned for them to follow her, and this time they did. Mieg led them into a room that was obviously meant for healing, ordering Timmy to lie on the bed of firs and mats. When he did as he was told, she ripped his jeans around the bite, looking it over before placing her hands over the wound.

"Does Timmy-Man-Brat love Tootie-Comrade?" Mieg asked, and Timmy shot a glance at his faeries, who smiled and even laughed.

"Timmy-Man-Brat doesn't know." He finally admitted, and Mieg smiled as she allowed her magic to flow into Timmy, healing his wound smoothly and without his notice.

"Mieg thinks Timmy-Man-Brat should make up his mind. Tootie-Comrade may not be around by the time he does, and Mieg also thinks Trixie-Man-Brat is not as deserving as Tootie-Comrade." She finished, and before Timmy could ask her how she knew about Trixie, she turned to face the group of faeries.

"Faeries, you have permission from Mieg, Leader of Riocht Cluricaune, to use Faerie Magik to help rescue Tootie-Comrade." Mieg issued, and everyone watched as the two wands and the rattle immediately changed from faded and limp to straight and shinning.

"Now, this rescue party needs a one more member." She rose to exit the healing room to address her Goblins, when Dwalin stepped forward.

"Dwalin will go. He has already put up with Timmy-Man-Brat and his Faeries today, and Tootie-Man-Brat is his friend." Mieg nodded, and stood to formally bid her guests farewell.

"Mieg wishes you good luck on your mission."

The faeries lifted their wands, and Timmy readied himself for his wish.

"I wish we were -"

"Wait!" they all turned to Dwalin in confusion. Why did he stop the wish?

With determination, he marched over to Mieg, and kissed her hard on the mouth in a scene that was oddly reminiscent of Timmy and Tootie. When he pulled away, Mieg had an amused smile on her face, and Dwalin still looked serious.

"No regrets." The little Goblin announced, and their audience had to hold in a laugh as Dwalin nodded to Timmy.

"I wish we were at the Gypsy camp!" he shouted, and Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof granted the wish with a poof. It was only after they arrived by the campfire, surrounded by angry Roma-Demons, that Wanda came to a realization.

"You know Timmy, you could have just wished Tootie back at Riocht Cluricaune, and the war over." she pointed out, and Timmy slapped his forehead.

"Dammit!"

*

Sitting in what I dubbed the 'Torture Tent' and tied to the center post, I realized that my torture wasn't as bad as it could be. So far, at least. Mostly I'd been slapped around and punched and cut a few times, but all my limbs were in tack and I hadn't been humiliated yet. And I still hadn't told them where the tunnels were; aside from the fact that I had no clue where they were, I'd like to think I'm a pretty tough cookie.

"Tell us where the entrances are, girl." One of the men ordered me, and my only response was to look up at him slowly through my good, non-swollen eye. Call me a performer, but I feel it added dramatic effect. And effect it certainly had, for his big friend hit me across my other cheek, silencing my defiant look. They think this is torture?

They should try living with Vicky.

Suddenly a commotion erupted from the center of camp, names were shouted, and the two men fled my side to aide in what ever was happening. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that I knew what was going on, but pushed it aside in hope.

"Please don't be them please don't be them please don't be them please don't be -"

"He's got faeries and a goblin!"

"Dammit." My curse was followed shortly by a loud poof/cloud of smoke combo, wherein Timmy, Cosmo, Poof, Wanda and Dwalin all emerged. They immediately rushed to my side, where Timmy started untying my hands. Once my wrists were free, I tried to rub away the rope burn but he stopped my hands. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me the same way I did on that hilltop. When he pulled away, breathing heavily and looking angry, he sighed.

"Don't you ever do that again. Got it?" he warned, and I nodded as he kissed me again.

"Uh, Timmy, Tootie, do I need to remind you two that we are surrounded by armed and hostile Gypsies who want nothing more than to kill us?" Wanda interrupted, and Timmy released me so he could help me to my feet. Dwalin immediately moved in to hug me, and I crushed his small body into mine as Timmy addressed Cosmo and Wanda.

"Alright guys, I wish the Gypsy threat was gone!" he called, and I watched as the pair raised their wands, only to have them fall limp with that same fake fart noise.

"What now?" Timmy sighed exhaustedly, and his faeries shared a look.

"Sorry Timmy, we're not Goblins!" Cosmo shrugged, we all stared at him stupidly.

"What Cosmo means is Da Rulz say we aren't allowed to meddle in the affairs of Goblins. This isn't ours to fix."

Suddenly Dwalin pulled away from me, and headed for the tent flap.

"Dwalin, what are you doing?" I called, and he stopped at the entrance.

"Dwalin is a Goblin." Was all he said before exiting the tent. As soon as he disappeared did I realize what he meant.

"Dwalin!" I shouted, and rushed after him. The five of us stopped just outside the tent, watching as Dwalin stalked towards Sybilla, who was making her way towards us.

"Ah, the little Goblin. How cute. I think I shall kill and harvest your magik myself." She announced, accepting the curved sword one of her Gypsies handed to her. I felt Timmy start towards the pending battle, but grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Timmy, no, this is Dwalin's fight." I squeezed his hand tightly to emphasize my point, and Timmy looked down on me softly, but nodded. Turning towards Cosmo and Wanda, he was ready to issue another wish.

"I wish Dwalin had a sword!" they were all too happy to help, and Dwalin didn't even notice when a short but pointed Goblin sword appeared in his hand. He just continued on, and the two met in a dangerous duel of wills.

I have never seen a Goblin battle before, let alone a Goblin and a Gypsy duking it out to the death. They used magic and did things I couldn't even begin to understand, things I couldn't begin to explain. Dwalin's magic was focused more towards nature, and bending it to his will, manipulating the trees and the earth around the pair to his advantage. Sybilla, on the hand, had her magic concentrated in her hands and subsequently in her sword. They would thrust and parry and slice superficially, and for quite some time I thought Dwalin might lose. Especially when she stabbed him through the stomach.

"Dwalin!"

*

Right away the odds were against him. He was smaller than she was. He had less magic. She had an army while he only had a ragtag group of two humans, three faeries – one of whom was an infant – and him. Dwalin. The Goblin. It was almost guaranteed that he would lose. She, that Roma-Demon, had so much more in resources than he could ever hope.

"Dwalin!"

But really, all she had were followers. He had something she didn't, and maybe that something was the one thing he needed in order to win and save his people, despite the wound in his stomach.

"Dwalin!"

He had friends.

He wasn't just any Goblin to them. He was Dwalin, the Goblin, the Goblin that could defeat Sybilla-Monster, send up the marker to the awaiting Goblin Army. The Goblin that could end the siege.

"Dwalin!"

For them, for Mieg-Mistress, Tootie-Comrade, Cosmo-Faerie, Wanda-Faerie, Poof-Faerie, Morrigan-Mistress, even for Timmy-Man-Brat. For all Goblin, for all magikal kind. For them, he would rise above Dwalin. Even above Dwalin-Goblin.

"Dwalin!"

For them, he would ascend to Dwalin the Savior. Dwalin-Savior, hm, has a nice sound to it.

"Dwalin!" Tootie's frantic cry entered his ears, and in it Dwalin found the strength to shove the sword out of his body, even in the face of Sybilla's victorious laughter. As the Gypsy leader choked on her triumph, Dwalin used her surprise to his advantage, thrusting his own sword into her chest. All the noises she would utter died upon her lips, and Dwalin pushed her away. Stumbling to his knees, he watched as one of her Gypsy followers approached her motionless body, and felt for a pulse.

When the Roma-Demon bowed his head, Dwalin knew that he had won, and mustered up the will to toss a bag he had strapped to his waist into a nearby fire. A large burst of green smoke wafted towards the heavens, and within moments Goblins began pouring into the campsite from the surrounding woods.

Tootie was at his side almost immediately, and breathed a sigh of relief to find the little Goblin still alive.

"Don't worry Tootie-Comrade, Dwalin still alive." He assured her, and Tootie laughed even through her tears as she turned to Timmy.

"I wish we were back in the healing room with Mieg." Timmy spoke softly to his faeries, and they vanished in a poof of smoke as the sun's rays gently made first contact with the small battlefield.

*

Tootie sat on the edge of Dwalin's bed, Timmy beside her and the faeries floating over head. Dwalin was sitting up and talking animatedly about how much he hated bed rest. He was fine. Mieg had healed him with her magic in the same way she healed Timmy. Tootie giggled at her friend's antics as Mieg re-entered the room.

"How is Dwalin feeling now?" she asked, and Dwalin scowled.

"Dwalin is fine! Dwalin wants to leave." He whined, and Mieg ignored him in favor of the outsiders.

"How can Goblins ever repay Comrades for saving them?" she asked, and Tootie shook her head.

"Actually, Dwalin did all the saving." She informed, and Mieg spun back around.

"Dwalin! How many times has Mieg told Dwalin not to fight the Roma-Demons! Goblins need Savior just as much as they need Mistress!" she scolded, and Dwalin looked down.

"Dwalin is sorry, Mieg-Wife." At that one statement, several things happened.

Cosmo and Wanda fainted, Timmy's eyes bugged out, Tootie's brow furrowed, and Poof giggled.

"Is Dwalin-Savior king of the Goblins?" Tootie asked, and Dwalin nodded.

"Dwalin likes to think of himself as Savior, but yes." He admitted, and Tootie let out a laugh.

"Well, Tootie-Man-Brat wishes Dwalin-Savior and Mieg-Mistress best of luck, but Tootie-Man-Brat and her friends need to get back home." She said, looking out at the sun, which was at about high noon. So much for school.

"Dwalin will come visit again as soon as Mieg-Wife lets him out of bed." Dwalin promised, and Mieg laughed as she kissed her husband on the forehead.

"Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were back in Dimmsdale Park." Timmy called, and before the wish could be carried out, Tootie whispered to Mieg.

"Timmy-Man-Brat not very good at farewells." The women shared a laugh as Timmy, Tootie, Wanda, Cosmo and Poof all disappeared, only to reappear at the pond they had been at the night before. It was hard to think that their adventure had only lasted one night. It was more than enough to leave them tired as hell, as they both collapsed onto the soft grass looking a little more than worse for wear.

"Well, that was fun." Timmy said breathlessly, and Tootie started laughing from exhaustion. Within seconds, both were laughing on the brink of hysteria, and when they finally calmed down, Timmy sat up and threw the crystal rose he still had in his pocket as far as he could out into the lake. Tootie said nothing, but smiled as she sat up as well.

"If you think that was wild, just wait until you meet Jack Frost."

The only thing Timmy did was tackle her back onto the grass with a kiss.

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