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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 23

Elrond ordered complete bed rest for Faramir for no less than two weeks. The young Steward had protested vociferously on hearing the Rivendell Lord’s pronouncement, that was, until quelled by glares from both Elrond and Maglor, after which he muttered to himself much in the way Misto mimicked when annoyed. Thranduil chuckled to himself at his son’s dark glare and mutterings. By the beginning of the fourth day of his enforced incarceration, Faramir was able to sit up and feed himself. He felt his strength returning, albeit slowly. Such was his restlessness by this time that he felt himself capable of walking unassisted, something his carers refused outright to allow him to attempt. By the beginning of the sixth day the young Steward thought he would spontaneously combust, such was the heat of the frustration building within him by his captivity. The feeling of frustration was further heightened by the sunlight that was streaming through the window that looked out upon the inviting garden scene below. After ensuring that he had eaten enough to satisfy both of them, Thranduil and Maglor had left giving Faramir some time to himself. Legolas had scarpered as soon a he came back from reverie the morning after Imrahil had carried the exhausted elf back to the Houses of Healing. Even Boromir had departed intent upon gathering further intelligence. Faramir snorted thinking that the only intelligence his brother was likely to gather was of certain ladies of his acquaintance.

Not long after he was left alone, Faramir decided to throw caution to the wind and go out into the sunshine. Casting his mind about, for throwing caution to the wind was one thing but throwing sanity directly after it was quite another, he thought, Faramir checked whether there were any familiar minds within the vicinity of the houses of healing of which he should be cognisant. The only familiar mind he could detect was that of Misto who was happily ensconced in his web above the bed and dreaming of his favourite food, mice. Mentally declaring the vicinity clear, the young Steward took hold of the blankets that covered him and threw them off. Swinging his legs and body around until his legs were dangling over the side of the very tall bed, Faramir slipped onto his feet. He would have collapsed from the powerful wave of vertigo that him if he had not grabbed the post at the head of the bed. Faramir concentrated on taking deep breaths. The dizziness lessened eventually.

Hunched over like an old man for he still felt considerable pain and weakness, Faramir shuffled to the end of the bed on which his folded robe had been placed. He put on the robe and then shuffled over to the opened door. It was at this point, as he leaned heavily against the doorjamb, that the Steward thought that maybe he should have waited another day before venturing out into the garden. He was however, committed to his objective and through sheer stubbornness determined to make it out into the garden to feel the sun on his face and the grass beneath his feet, which he realised, on looking down, were bare. Faramir leaned out into the corridor and looked in both directions, casting his mind out at the same time. Determining that the way was indeed clear, he turned to the left and shuffled along using the wall as support. He had almost made it to the end of the corridor and to the door that led outside when he was startled severely by Misto descending on a thread and dangling in front of him.

“Misto!” Faramir exclaimed in a hushed voice, holding a hand over his heart which he could feel beating an insanely quick tattoo and trying to catch his breath after the severe fright.

“Mama trouble in,” Misto said with conviction.

“That would be ‘mama is in trouble’, tithen-pen,” Faramir heard Elrond’s voice behind him, causing the Steward to cringe and to bang his head against the wall, repeatedly.

“Mama in trouble, big,” Misto declared again with the same conviction.

“Aye, tithen-pen. Mama is in big trouble,” the Lord of Rivendell said with a calmness that made Faramir wince. “Can you make it back to bed on your own, or do you require assistance?” Elrond asked in the same calm voice. Faramir sighed mightily but did not move or to be more precise, could not have moved even if Sauron himself was pursuing him. “I thought as much pen-neth,” Elrond said as he moved to Faramir’s side, gathered his patient into his arms with the ease granted to him by his elven heritage and carried the foiled escapee back towards his room with Misto following along in the rafters above them.

At that moment Thranduil was also walking towards Faramir’s room but from the opposite direction. He saw Elrond with Faramir in his friend’s arms and let out an exasperated breath. Faramir graced his ada with such a look of innocent intent that Elrond snorted.

“This one is truly of Adrahil’s line, mellon-nin,” Elrond said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I suggest you put that look away, pen-neth, for use on those who knew not your grandsire and are therefore susceptible.”

“Let me guess,” Thranduil said, sounding exasperated, “he was heading out into the garden. How far did he get?” he asked when Elrond nodded in the affirmative.

“Almost to the door,” the Rivendell elf replied as he looked down the long corridor. “Do you wish to do the honours?” he asked in such a light tone that Faramir cringed, understanding only too well the meaning behind the innocuous words.

“Nay, mellon-nin. You are his healer and I would have too much sympathy for his restless spirit and desire to be away from this place of stone and out with the trees,” Thranduil replied. “Although I would ask that it be hand only.”

Elrond nodded his agreement as he had planned on using his hand for he knew his patient was still too weak to endure a session with ‘Faramir’s Bane’. Faramir sighed, scrunching up his nose in distaste at the unfortunate turn of events. He was definitely not looking forward to the next little while.

Thranduil smiled at his scowling son sympathetically. He brushed back the locks of hair that had fallen over his son’s face and bestowed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, ion-nin,” he said gently, seeing his love returned in Faramir’s expression, before looking up at the hatchling. “Come Misto. Let us see what tempting morsels we can find for you in the dungeons,” he called to the hatchling before turning and leaving the way he had came.

Elrond entered Faramir’s room, closed the door behind him using his foot and deposited the young human onto his bed. He relieved Faramir of his robe and checked the bandages wrapped around his patient’s back and chest to ensure that he had done no further damage to the healing wounds. Satisfied that no further damage had been done, Elrond gathered Faramir in his arms again, sat down upon the bed, well back from the edge and turned Faramir over his lap easily ensuring that the young man’s head and feet were well supported by the bed. The elf pulled Faramir’s leggings down enough to expose the young man’s buttocks.

“I trust you know what this chastisement is for, pen-neth?” Elrond asked. Faramir mumbled an affirmative into the blanket in which his face was buried. Unseen by Faramir, Elrond smiled at the surly response. “I would rein in that temper of yours, tithen-pen,” the elf said as he landed the first of a series of hard slaps to the exposed buttocks.

“What have you done now, little brother?” Faramir heard the exasperated voice of his ghostly brother ask, causing him to groan into the blanket beneath him.

“You will not go against my orders when it comes to your health,” Elrond said, enunciating the important points with extra hard slaps to Faramir’s buttocks.

“Did you try to escape the houses of healing again? What were you thinking? You are still unwell, little brother. And what, may I be so bold as to enquire, made you think that you could get away with absconding? You are the Steward of Gondor for Eru’s sake. Did you not think they would notice that the Steward had disappeared? No, wait, you were not thinking were you? As it has ever been with you, Fara, when you feel caged you…” Boromir ranted.

“Will you please cease your blasted prattling,” Faramir interjected with a snarl and a snap even as he squirmed in an attempt to lessen the impact of Elrond’s hand on his increasingly sore posterior.

“I… am… not… prattling… pen-neth,” Elrond replied, indignantly, punctuating each word with several slaps to the thighs.

“Ouch! Not… owww!… you….That… ouch!… dunderhead… of a… owwwww! brother… of mine,” Faramir ground out between gasps for breath.

“I am very impressed. Lord Elrond has an elegant rhythm and strength about his swings, little brother,” Boromir teased

“Owwww! If you were not already a ghost… brother… I would happily… strangle you,” Faramir growled in an impressive fit of temper, considering his upended position. In an attempt to regain the angry human’s attention, Elrond let loose such a blistering slap to Faramir’s posterior that Boromir winced in sympathy and ceased his taunting. “Owwwww!” Faramir yelped.

“Do I have your attention, tithen-pen?” Elrond asked in a calm manner as he continued to land blistering slap after blistering slap.

“I am not about to say no, now am I,” Faramir snarled, his mouth taking over from his mind as it often did when he was being chastised and he was in a strop. “Owwww! Owwww! Aye… aye… you have my… attention,” he added in a more contrite manner, although still gasping for breath, after Elrond increased the strength of the slaps yet again.

“Your grandsire will never be dead whilst you are alive, pen-neth,” Elrond said ruefully, continuing to blister the hapless human’s buttocks and thighs. “Back to the issues to be addressed. What is this punishment for, again?”

Faramir groaned.

“For… not staying… in bed,” Faramir replied.

“And?”

“For… going against… your orders,” Faramir added after a moment’s thought.

“Will you do so again?”

“Nay… I will… stay… in bed.”

Elrond ceased the punishment, turned Faramir over and held the teary, gasping human close, soothing him with soft elvish crooning.

“I never thought the day would come when I would find myself saying this, tithen-pen, but you make the ‘duo horribus’ seem positively tractable,” Elrond whispered as he rocked the distressed human, eyes alight with humour.

Faramir blushed furiously and Boromir snorted.

“Oh, do shut up you dunce!” Faramir snapped out at Boromir who was chortling merrily, thinking that he had not done as badly as he had thought with his little brother, when it was he alone dealing with Faramir’s discipline.

The colour drained from Faramir’s face suddenly and he looked up at Elrond expecting to see a livid expression upon the elf’s face. He relaxed slightly when he saw that Elrond’s eyes were crinkled and the corners of his mouth turned up as if he was trying to suppress his laughter.

“I suspect that that comment was aimed at Boromir and not me, pen-neth,” Elrond said.

Faramir nodded and then sent a glare at his brother. He sighed on seeing his glare bounce off his brother’s mumak-thick hide. Feeling drained, Faramir’s eyelids began to droop. Still cradling his patient, Elrond slipped off the bed, turned around and placed Faramir under the covers. The Rivendell elf poured a cup of water from the pitcher of water that was located on the table against the far wall. He placed several drops of poppy extract in the water and bade Faramir to drink. The irony of the situation was not lost on the young Steward. Due to the emotional turmoil that Faramir had just undergone, his guard was lowered and his thoughts open to Elrond. The elf chuckled at the rather irreverent thoughts he sensed from the young human centred on the inconsistency of elven healers, adding pain to what had been a relatively pain free area and then giving him a pain-relieving draught.

“When you awake, pen-neth, I will teach you how to remain undetected when another mind is scanning,” Elrond said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Faramir blushed spectacularly.

“Busted, Fara,” Boromir chortled, growing merrier at the glare he received from his long-suffering sibling.

The repentant Steward had almost dropped off to sleep when Thranduil and Misto returned. The elven King approached his son, sat down upon the bed and gently brushed the hair from Faramir’s face, smiling sympathetically. Faramir looked at his ada with such love and trust in his eyes that it took Thranduil’s breath away. A smile still playing around his mouth, Faramir dropped off into a peaceful sleep. Thranduil looked up at his life-long friend who returned a rueful expression.

“He is a handful, mellon-nin,” Elrond said, shaking his head.

“And that from the sire of the ‘duo horribus’,” Thranduil retorted, chuckling.

Unseen by both elder elves, Boromir stood close to his brother, his eyes a-twinkle with humour. He had not done so badly after all, he thought.

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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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