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Written by KC

15 July 2010 | 120215 words | Work in Progress

Title: War of the Wizards
Author: KC
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Faramir
Warnings: Spanking
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Tolkien.<br>,Please let me know what you think of this story by leaving a comment.

This is number seven in the series that started with Grief, Elf, Wasps and an Angry Wizard and Stubborn Stewards and Bright Red Paddles, Human King, Elven King & One Stubborn Steward, Sweet Revenge or Let Licking Dogs Lie and Elves, Orcs and the Road to Recovery.
Added: Chapter 52


Part 21

“How many wizards are there likely to be? How long have they been training? How much power will they be able to wield? How…” Faramir fired off questions at a frantic pace, his quiet voice rising in inflection with each question uttered and his breathing becoming rapid to the point where a fit of coughing ensued.

“Calm down, my boy,” Gandalf soothed, hands raised in a placating manner. “Or Elrond will have me thrown out.” Thranduil moved closer to Faramir and pulled his son gently into a more upright position being careful not to put pressure on his son’s back. “As to the number of wizards? I would hazard a guess at no more than thirty,” Gandalf replied.

“That many?” Aragorn hissed softly as he sat down on the side of Faramir’s bed, sharing a concerned glance with Imrahil who was leaning against the right hand post at the end of the bed.

“I am certain that we still have some months to prepare as training wizards takes time. However I will send Finrod and the Lieutenant to keep us abreast of the situation as it develops,” the White Wizard said.

“Why so many? What is their source of power?” Faramir asked, his face paling at the thought of fighting so many wizards and thinking himself a poor excuse for one. “I thought all wizards needed a specialised medium such as this ring, or your staff,” Faramir said indicating the ring on his finger and looking over to where Gandalf’s staff was leaning against the end of the fireplace, “through which to focus their energy.”

“I suspect that Saruman, as bitter and twisted as he has become, is teaching dark magic. It is an easier, more seductive path and even weak wizards can become powerful using dark magic but at a cost. The lives of dark wizards are usually very short in comparison to their light counterparts, although their lives can be extended by the darkest of means; using the life-force of innocents,” Gandalf said sombrely and with great sadness as he looked at his wizardling. “As to their source of power? There are many stones and gems in Mordor, still imbued with evil, through which they can focus their energy. Whilst there are many objects through which energy can be focussed, there are few humans who have the potential to become wizards.”

“Oh, just wonderful,” Faramir replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Potentially, thirty wizards, albeit ones that may or may not be long lived, on the side of darkness and what do we have on the side of light? Two wizards, one of whom needs a familiar to stop him from falling over cliffs, as he is wont to do when in deep thought,” Faramir whined, referring to Radagast, “and one unstable wizard-in-training who is ruled by his emotions and beyond useless at this point in time! Owwwwww, aaddaa!” Faramir exclaimed as Thranduil pinched the top of his son’s ear for the want of his usual and, in his opinion, more tempting target.

“Do I have your attention, ion-nin?” the elven King asked in a conversational tone that belied the strength of his grip on Faramir’s ear.

“Owwwww! Aye,” Faramir squeaked, subdued by the sparks of fire he could see in his ada’s eyes.

“Good,” Thranduil said in a deceptively calm tone, eyes still sparking, making Faramir swallow hard. “You are a powerful wizard. You are not useless. You will learn to control your powers and you will learn to control your temper… eventually,” he added, turning his attention to Elrond, daring his friend to so much as smirk.” Faramir winced as the grip on his ear tightened. “Do… you… hear… me?”

“Ahhhh! Aye, ada,” the Steward replied and then started at the booming voice of his ghostly brother.

“Ha!! Pot, kettle, black is what I say after witnessing his nib-ship’s temper tantrum when fighting the orcs,” Boromir boomed, nodding his head towards Thranduil.

“I take it by your reaction that Boromir is back from his… haunting?” Thranduil asked, emphasising the last word as he let go of Faramir’s ear. The Steward put a hand to the abused ear immediately, rubbing it to temper the sting and nodded.

“What did you tell him?” Boromir asked, his suspicion aroused at Thranduil’s tone.

At the same time Thranduil said, “What has he got to say?”

“Nothing,” Faramir replied to Boromir’s question, wincing at the glare his brother was directing his way. “Pot, kettle, black,” he added a whisper in response to his ada’s question.

“What do you mean ‘nothing’ and ‘pot, kettle, black?” Thranduil asked, perplexed.

“’Nothing’ to Boromir’s question and ‘pot, kettle, black’ to yours,” Faramir replied, feeling besieged by the glares he was receiving from his brother and ada.

Elrond, holding a cup in his hand, threw back his head and laughed merrily, an occurrence so unusual from the normally sedate elf that Aragorn looked at his father in astonishment.

“Remind me later to impart to you the more interesting stories of your ada’s awe inspiring temper,” Elrond said, his laughter reducing to chuckles. “I must admit, mellon-nin, that that works almost as well on human ears as it does on elven,” Elrond addressed Thranduil, ignoring his friend’s glare as he stood over Faramir and eased his hand gently behind the young man’s back to raise him to a more upright position. “I never thought to use it on Estel.” Aragorn blushed furiously when he realised that he had put his hands over his ears protectively. Elrond put the cup to Faramir’s lips. The Steward glared up at the elven Lord. “Drink, pen-neth. You are in pain and do not, through that famous stubbornness, attempt to tell me differently,” he added when he saw the denial on his patient’s lips and heard it in his mind.

Faramir glared at Boromir who was giggling like a loon and then looked imploringly at his uncle, knowing that he was likely to get no support from his ada, Aragorn or Gandalf.

“What do you want me to argue, foxling?” Imrahil asked, eyes a-twinkle with mirth. “That you are not stubborn or that you are not in pain. I would be telling an untruth either way.”

Faramir spared a glare for each of those gathered, including another for Boromir who was smirking again, but did as he was bid. It was not long before the pain he had been feeling eased somewhat and sleep threatened. He would have dropped into sleep had his attention not been distracted by the unusually noisy entrance of Legolas, Maglor and Misto. Legolas, still sans shoes and Misto were both grumbling and muttering at each other. Maglor followed in their wake, looking thunderous.

“You, bed!” the Mirkwood Seneschal barked, pointing first at the elf and then at the empty bed. “You, web!” he added, pointing at Misto and then the hatchling’s web located in the corner over Faramir’s bed. “Do not even think of using that word again tithen-pen or you will find yourself minus supper and confined to your web for the rest of the day and night,” the elf admonished. “And you, elfling,” he growled turning to Legolas, “watch your mouth around the hatchling.”

Misto scurried up the wall and into his web. Legolas glared at the hatchling and sat down, gingerly, upon his bed. The guarded movements and slight wince did not go unnoticed by Faramir who sighed.

“Misto? Come here, please,” Faramir said as he looked up at the spider above his bed. The hatchling, knowing that he was about to receive another lecture, lowered himself, reluctantly, down onto Faramir’s bed, via a thread.

“This nonsense has gone on long enough, I think,” Faramir said quietly but sternly. “I believe that you are more than even for the indignity of the pink bow and drenching incident. It is time to put this behind you and apologise to Legolas.” Misto looked ready to argue. “This is not a request, little one.” Again, seemingly reluctantly, the hatchling jumped off the bed and scuttled over to where Legolas sat.

“Sssorrry,” the baby spider said as he looked up at Legolas, although sounding more sincere it still lacked the tenor of forgiveness.

Legolas continued to glare at the spider, remaining silent.

“This is not a request, brother,” Faramir warned as he looked across at the silent elf. Although he did not expect that this would cease the hostilities between his familiar and his elven brother, Faramir hoped it would at least slow its escalation if both were aware that they were ‘on notice’.

“Accepted,” Legolas replied finally, with a sigh.

“Thank… you… both,” Faramir responded, finally succumbing to the pain medication and falling into slumber.

It was not long after Faramir fell into sleep that servants arrived with what appeared to be enough food to feed a small army, followed by the twins. The food was placed by the servants on a large table that stood against the wall between the two beds, before they left.

“He needs to eat but should we wake him?” asked Thranduil quietly, brushing a red-gold lock of hair from Faramir’s face.

The decision on whether to wake Faramir or not was taken out of their hands when Faramir awoke abruptly, starting severely and looking around in what appeared to be confusion mingled with panic, having awoken to Boromir’s booming voice calling him to, “wake up Fara, you are already late for lessons!”

“Boromir!” Faramir growled glaring at his brother when he realised what Boromir had done.

“Thank you, Boromir. I think,” Thranduil added, his eyes twinkling with mirth, directing his comments in the general direction in which Faramir was glaring.

“They are decidedly too soft with you at times, little brother,” Boromir said.

“Soft!” Faramir exclaimed quietly. “I think being on the other side has muffled your senses, brother. And keep that up,” Faramir growled in reference to the fright given him, “you may just find me joining you on the other side of life!”

Chuckling at the one sided conversation but having a very good idea what had been said on the other side, Maglor approached Faramir with a tray containing some light broth and bread. Thranduil pulled his son once again into a more upright position, whilst Elrond placed additional pillows behind Faramir’s back. Maglor placed the tray on his charge’s lap. Faramir was still glaring at Boromir who was leaning against the far wall, smiling.

“Eat,” both Maglor and Boromir said in exactly the same ‘will brook no argument’ tone, at exactly the same moment.

Maglor held the bowl of soup so that Faramir, who was weakened to the point that he was unable to hold the bowl himself, could spoon its contents into his mouth. Elrohir walked over to the table laden with food and drink, poured two cups of juice, one for himself and one for Legolas and offered one to his Mirkwood friend. Legolas eyed the juice suspiciously, his eyes narrowed as he put two and two together to reach the conclusion that his reverie the night before did not begin by natural means.

“It is juice only, mellon-nin,” the younger twin smiled.

“You drugged me!” Legolas exclaimed indignantly.

“Which reminds me, ion-nin. I have been meaning to ask you how you managed such a feat?” Elrond asked.

“Both drinks were drugged,” Elladan replied, his pride in his brother’s deviousness apparent.

“Last evening I had taken a mild stimulant to counteract the effects of the sleeping draught, prior to entering this room,” Elrohir said, smiling broadly.

“So when Legolas insisted on switching cups as I am sure he would have…” Thranduil mused.

“… he still ingested the sleeping draught,” Elrohir replied. “Although I was a little concerned when he also drank the rest of mine.”

“It never ceases to amaze me,” Thranduil said to Elrond, “how much the ‘duo horribus’ have inherited from their grand sire.”

“Are you insinuating that my father-by-law is devious?” Elrond asked mildly.

“Nay, not insinuating; stating. Although I do believe that Adrahil was the most devious being with whom I have ever been acquainted, no offence intended, mellon-nin,” Thranduil said looking at Imrahil, his eyes twinkling; a look mirrored in Imrahil’s expression. The twins and Aragorn smiled broadly at the friendly banter. Faramir looked wide-eyed as he continued to eat the soup.

“None taken. I loved the wily old fox dearly but I was not blind his deviousness, nor his temper,” Imrahil sighed, remembering his father affectionately and then looking at Faramir who blushed, knowing what Imrahil was thinking about traits that bred true. “I knew that Elrond had met my father and that they had had many adventures in my father’s younger days, but I was unaware that you also had met him,” he added, looking at Thranduil.

“In all the stories that Adrahil related to you about me, of which there appear to be many judging by your reaction, mellon-nin, did he never mention ‘Twinkles’?” Elrond asked straight-faced.

Soup spraying from his mouth, for even he had heard stories of the infamous Twinkles; a legendary figure in Dol Amroth, even though the enigmatic elf had never visited the city, Faramir gasped eventually, accidentally inhaling a small amount of the soup down his windpipe causing a severe coughing fit. Maglor grabbed the spoon from Faramir and put it and the almost empty bowl of soup onto the tray and then moved the tray over to the table, as Faramir tried to regain his breath.

“Nay, you jest! You do not mean to tell me that Thranduil is the notorious ‘Twinkles’! But I thought him a Rivendell elf,” Imrahil replied disbelievingly, as he stared at the blushing elven King who in turn was glaring at Elrond.

The Prince of Dol Amroth threw back his head and laughed heartily, remembering snippets of the many antics, as told to him by his father and others, that his father, Elrond and Twinkles had got up to, in his father’s youth. The twins, Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other in puzzlement for they had not known of the link between their adas and Imrahil’s. Neither Gandalf nor Maglor looked surprised.

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51 Comment(s)

I really like what you’ve done with all these stories. I can’t wait to continue reading them. I do have a question. How on earth will Faramir continue to age. Will he get old like gandalf, or just stop like hte elves? Just curious! Keep writing! classacte

— classacte    Thursday 20 April 2006, 5:53    #

when are you going to update this? Poor Chiri, and I can’t wait to see what happens with Sarumon! COntinue soon! classacte

— classacte    Tuesday 2 May 2006, 3:24    #

wow, these stories are great. Can’t wait to read the rest. I’d love to see a flashback of Thranduil and Maglor dealing with the escape of the dwarves since you made it sound so funny. Keep up the good work.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Saturday 10 June 2006, 6:00    #

Hi again. Just curious as to when you will be updating next?

— Daughter of Thranduil    Thursday 13 July 2006, 23:46    #

I LOVE it! Keep up the fantastic work. Just one little question: what does Maglor truely look like? I’ve reread this fiction at least a dozen times & I’m curious to his hair color and style!

— Lori Tankersley    Friday 4 August 2006, 4:14    #

Hi Lori,

Thank you for the kind words and I’m pleased you are enjoying the story. I described Maglor very briefly in Elves, Orcs and the Road to recovery as “a tall blond elven warrior”. I picture him as having long blond hair in the elven way with warrior braids. He is taller than Legolas and Faramir. Of course, like all evles he is stunning with deep blue eyes that seem endlessly deep.

KC    Friday 4 August 2006, 18:10    #

Hee hee! Serves Eomer right for being so nasty to Faramir! I really enjoyed this chapter. Maglor is such a wonderful character. Keep up the great work.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Saturday 5 August 2006, 16:39    #

Thank you!! Maglor has been an absolute hoot to write and I’m pleased it shows through :)

KC    Sunday 6 August 2006, 14:18    #

Great chapter. Loved it.

— Daughter of Thranduil    Wednesday 27 September 2006, 20:52    #

I alsways enjoy your story very much. This chapter was no exception. I think that Eomer got what he deserved and Misto’s reaction/action was what to be expected! ;) Are we starting with the march towards Minas Morgul next? Can’t wait to see how the battle plays out! Patience is not a virtue :)

— maeglina    Monday 2 October 2006, 15:14    #

It’s so good to see a new chapter of this story! Such fun :-)

— Monica    Wednesday 30 May 2007, 9:56    #

Thank you Monica,

It’s been a rough few months but I’m back to writing (whew!). I’ve even started on part 51.

KC    Thursday 31 May 2007, 5:34    #

Welcome back! We missed you!

— Archmage XIII    Saturday 16 June 2007, 7:24    #

Thank you! Good to be writing again. Hope to have the next part finished soon.

KC    Monday 18 June 2007, 12:06    #

Wonderful to see another chapter to this story, I’ve been reading since the beginning on a yahoo group that I lost track of, so I’ very glad you post here. Loved Misto’s armour! Looking forward to the next part.

— wendyuk    Wednesday 1 August 2007, 11:32    #

Thank you Wendy!! It’s certainly been a long journey. I never imagined the story would go in the directions it has LOL. Hope to update Soon. Thanks again :)

KC    Sunday 5 August 2007, 9:10    #

Delighted to see a new chapter of this fun read. It always puts a smile on my face.
BTw – I love your portrayal of Arwen.

— Dixie    Monday 6 August 2007, 0:41    #

Thank you Dixie! Always nice to know that people find something to smile about in my stories. And thank you for the compliment about Arwen!! :)

KC    Monday 13 August 2007, 9:51    #

Since this hasn’t been updated in around 7 months, I gather it’s dead? Shame, as I was enjoying it. I keep checking back periodically to see if there’s an update, but my hopes dwindle.

— Mandy    Saturday 23 February 2008, 22:48    #

Hi Mandy,

Sorry but RL got in the way big time. My country had a welcome change of Government last November. A change of Government, before and after, means a lot of work. The project that I was working was discontinued so apart from looking for a transfer to another organisation, I have more time on my hands now in addition to a new laptop. I have started work on the next chapter and hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.
Cheers
KC

KC    Sunday 24 February 2008, 7:27    #

That comment made me laugh out loud. You must be British. Did no one in England like poor Tony? He seems about as popular as Bush is over here, but I imagine both men meant well. Lord knows what we’ll end up with in Nov. Oh well, I’ll keep checking on the story. Thanks.

— Mandy    Sunday 24 February 2008, 23:57    #

@Mandy:

“You must be British.”

I think not. Blair left us some 5 months earlier, in June, not November, and as he stood down as Prime Minister during the Labour government’s term in office and handed over to Gordon Brown for the rest of that term, it was not a change of government either. Imagine (keeping in mind that prime ministers are not presidents and the two systems are not comparable) that —God forbid— something would happen to Bush: then Cheney would take over until the next elections.

Countries that were in the process of changing their governments around last November include Australia, Denmark, Croatia and Argentina. A glance at KC's email address makes me suspect we're dealing with the first.

PS: If you want to keep up with political affairs around the world (US media are so inwardly focused), the BBC are an invaluable source. Personally I prefer The Economist which has an excellent ‘Politics this week’ section, with matching weekly newsletter.

Admin    Monday 25 February 2008, 8:12    #

Hi Mandy
Admin is right. Blair was extremely popular in comparison to our ex-Prime Minister Howard. We now have a round faced, blond, blue-eyed Labor PM who speaks, of all languages, Mandarin. A breath of fresh air but damn Kevin Rudd’s hard work. He makes workaholics look narcoleptic.

KC    Monday 25 February 2008, 8:53    #

Ouch. And I thought that our lot was bad. Good to hear that this isn’t dead, since I’m rather fond of them. Although, I do find myself feeling sorry for Eomer. Even if he is an ass.

— Jerry    Saturday 22 March 2008, 21:38    #

This is very good! Give yourself a pat on the back! ;)
P.S when is the next chapter coming? it been almost a year since i last read this (Yes i read your stories twice)

— Victoria    Friday 29 August 2008, 2:51    #

Sorry to all who have been following this story. Work has consumed every waking minute both physically and emotionally for over 12 months and has given me nothing but grief and heartache in return. So I start a new job on 15 September that pays more, involves less time and is something I enjoy doing. The upshot is that I hope to have my half completed chapter finished before the end of November. Thank you again all for your patience but I am determined to finish this story and Misto keeps rattling his armour at me menacingly in my dreams!!

— KC    Monday 1 September 2008, 11:25    #

Congratulations on your new job! It is so important to also have time for yourself, not just for work – great to hear you’re finding a better balance. Best of luck!

iris    Thursday 4 September 2008, 11:18    #

Well done on getting a much better job. I know I’m being selfish but I love this story so much please continue it as soon as possible. I enjoy reading and experiencing the way your characters continue to evolve…keep up the good work.

— Annette    Monday 17 November 2008, 20:05    #

Hi. I just found this story and really enjoyed it. I love your characterization of Faramir and the elves. I can’t wait to see where you go with this story next. Please update again soon.

— ana    Wednesday 29 April 2009, 6:31    #

Hi KC!

I just discovered your story, and was well impressed by it. I see you’ve not updated for a while, and I’m guessing RL got in the way? I hope all is well and that you keep writing as you’ve got a great talent. Thanks for all your effort!

— Aqua    Tuesday 1 September 2009, 7:29    #

Hey, as I said before but this time it different, I think you should consider publishing this but I’ll think it’ll be a short book but still! and yep this is much be…fourth time I read this? It just too enjoyable :D

— Victoria    Tuesday 20 October 2009, 0:01    #

Please do finish this story.
Even though I don’t second your “love” for spanking, you write so well that I need to know how it ends.
Don’t keep us in the dark.
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

— lille mermeid    Sunday 31 January 2010, 19:15    #

Hi all,
Sorry to have gone MIA for so long but 2009 was a hard year. Worked like a dog on a successful project and won an organisational award.

Went to another project job, worked like a dog and won another organisational award.

Went into a non-project job in the same organisation and four days later retrenchment packages were offered to all. Much to the chagrin of the bosses, mine was too good to refuse and has set me up for life.

Left work and looked forward to writing again. Unfortunately I had to look after an ailing mother for three months. Mother is now better. Looked forward to writing again.

Unfortunately, bosses begged me to come back as a contractor. In a moment of weakness said yes. Still working but am starting to write again only to face a bit of writer’s block.

Whew!! What a year!!

— KC    Monday 1 February 2010, 22:06    #

Hi KC,

I have very much enjoyed your series of stories beginning with Grief and currently ending in War of Wizards. They are a very fun read, you really give a charming personality to characters I’ve always loved and wanted to know more about, such as Faramir, and his uncle Imrahil’s family.

No pressure whatsoever, but if you do write more in the future, I will be happy to read. In particular, I wonder whether Saruman realizes how thoroughly he may be outclassed in cunning by the fox cubs and their families and friends. I also wonder whether Eowyn has decided to accompany the soldiers from Rohan in the War of the Wizards, since Eomer elected to leave her in Rohan, and it seems the type of thing she might do again, this time for the purpose of watching Farmir’s back. I’m also interested in seeing the first meeting between Eomer and Imrahil’s daughter, and Faramir’s elven family and Eowyn. If I can be of any assistance in terms of proofreading or hashing out ideas, please feel free to drop me a line.

Best of luck with everything,

Susana R.

— Susana R    Sunday 23 May 2010, 7:46    #

I am doing the happy dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t wait to read the rest of this wonderful story, full of humour and adventure.

You were one of the writers who made me want to write Faramir Fan Fiction.

— Lille Mermeid    Thursday 15 July 2010, 16:48    #

KC, It’s wonderful to see you writing again! Thank you so much for sharing your fantastic stories with us, and I hope life is treating you better now. This is one of my favourite stories, and an update is a lovely excuse for a re-read! Thank you again. Wendy

— Wendy    Thursday 15 July 2010, 20:34    #

You’re back!! How wonderful! I enjoy your stories so much and to see an update to War of Wizards has made my day! Thank you so very, very much!!

— Libraryblue    Thursday 15 July 2010, 20:51    #

Happy to see You back and for that reason I re-read whole story once again. Thank You!

— Cicely    Sunday 18 July 2010, 5:43    #

Lovely to see you writing again! The personalities and interactions of your characters are as delightful as ever. Still brings a smile to my face!

— trixie    Thursday 22 July 2010, 5:40    #

Hello,

I have just finished reading the entire series you wrote. I have enjoyed so much that I can’t help but ask you to continue. Everything, from the idea of younger ones being spanked, to larger roles of some characters, to the amused elderly Elves, to fox cubs… I don’t know, just everything seems so right. This series has had me both on the edge of tears and chuckling throughout the reading. I enjoy Faramir fictions and the way you’re writing this one, intertwining the memories and the presence, going into the depths with each character yet not going out of them (OOC) is amazing. I would very much like to see this to be finished some day.

Thank you very much for the delightful experience of being able to read the brilliantly written story.
And I do apologize, for this comment doesn’t make up even for the half of it, but there is so much I can’t quite put into words at the moment. Am still stunned at how you managed to do it and how good it came out.

Best regards,
A.

— Aneyrin    Thursday 23 December 2010, 21:10    #

OMG! I love these stories so much they have had me laughing and crying at Faramirs exploits! I cant wait to read the rest :) x

— key    Friday 25 February 2011, 19:50    #

Wow, Your stories are wonderful.
I couldn’t stop reading them until the end. I almost cry when I saw that war of the wizards wasn’t finished. (ok, it was probably the nerves since I didn’t sleep in two nights that I spent reading. XD)
You’re a very good writer and these fics are just very interesting, and the plot is fun and intriguing at the same time.

Bye!!!!!

— Girlytiger    Thursday 21 April 2011, 22:32    #

I love this series i will admit i never thought about faramir being adopted by elves please please please update soon.

— Nikki    Monday 11 July 2011, 2:35    #

great story – please do continue.Can hardly wait for how it ends. thanks for writing.

— joe    Monday 2 January 2012, 10:43    #

Greeting, dear KC!

I just re-read War of Wizards and enjoyed it as much as I did the frist time through. I still had fits of laughter and giggles throughout the reading and I swear someone was peeling onion at certain times when I was reading.

This site hasn’t heard from you in a while, but I do hope you’re well and will once continue writing and posting this wonderful story you created.

Thank you for sharing it with us and good luck with whatever it is you’re doing in your life currently,
A.

— Aneyrin    Tuesday 17 July 2012, 22:01    #

Hi KC,

I hope all is well in your life and you still have the time to write.

Just wanted to thank you for the great story and for the sharing of it .
It is amazing how you manage to create such a wanderfull time line and I just love the characters and the way they interact .

Looking forward to the next chapters and a happy end of the story .

Many thanks for your work.
Good luck in life and happiness .
BlackSwan

— BlackSwan    Thursday 14 February 2013, 6:20    #

Hi KC, just wanted to say I really enjoyed this story. Thank you so much for sharing it. I know it’s been a long time since you updated it and hope everything is alright in your life. I hold out hope that this fantastic story will eventually be finished. Again thanks for the story and good luck in your life.

— Anna    Thursday 5 June 2014, 20:41    #

Hi – thanks for a great read. I’m assuming this story has been abandoned – or is continued on a 3rd site? Can you advise?

— tiinaj1    Thursday 20 July 2017, 3:37    #

Are you going to update this anytime soon. I’m dying to figure out what happens! I love Love LOVE!!!! these stories please keep writing. ;)

— Alexa    Sunday 29 July 2018, 19:41    #

Very enjoyable and fulfilling read! Is this story still in the making, or has it been abandoned? I hope not the latter! So much want to find out how it ends!

— Treedweller    Saturday 19 January 2019, 10:48    #

Me again. I’ve just read the entire series up to here for the third time. It looks like this has been abandoned? Alas, so many of us are dying to find out what happens! Thank you for your work and for sharing it with us.

— Treedweller    Friday 14 June 2019, 13:27    #

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