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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 28

Faramir pulled his cousin into a private meeting room not far from the Great Hall. He pushed the pale young knight into one of the lounge chairs dotted around the room in groups of three or four.

“Sir! Will you cease your bellowing?!” Faramir bellowed in turn, his face turning an interesting shade of magenta and startling his cousin who did not know that his normally soft-spoken cousin was capable of bellowing, yet alone that loudly.

This had an immediate effect upon Boromir who did indeed cease bellowing and was currently imitating a fish out of water, eyes wide in shock and mouth opening and closing. No less shocked at the volume of the sound emanating from Faramir, were the three elder elves and Imrahil as they entered the room.

“Thank you, Fara,” Amrothos whispered gratefully to his cousin.

“Shame on you Boromir!” Faramir admonished as he reached for a decanter of brandy on a side-table that was kept well stocked for guests, poured a goodly amount into a glass and passed it to Amrothos who accepted the glass with a shaking hand. “That was a terrible thing to do to him! The boy is still shaking!”

Amrothos felt some indignation at being called a boy since there was but five years between him and Faramir but upon reflection realised that his cousin had been forced into manhood at a much earlier age, his uncle the Steward being the way he was towards his second born; cold and disdainful.

“Well, sprog? What do you have to say for yourself?” Imrahil asked quietly as he knelt down beside his son.

Aragorn arrived at that moment and stood with the elves next to Elrond. He waved Amrothos to remain seated, when the very pale young knight made as if to rise to his feet. He had got away after the first dance leaving an annoyed wife in the hands of Legolas. Arwen wanted to come as well but Aragorn felt that at least one of them should remain and as he wanted to hear the explanation of what had occurred first hand, he had pulled rank.

“Uncle? Will you please tell Boromir to stop growling and snarling?” Faramir asked, glaring at his brother who seemed about to gain a second wind now that the initial shock seemed to have dissipated.

“Boromir, cease your tantrum now or I will tell everyone here of one of your more nefarious escapades. I could start with the summer of ninety-eight,” Imrahil said in a calm, quiet tone.

Boromir, forehead furrowed in concentration, counted back the years trying to recall where he had been in summer of ninety-eight. When he remembered, his eyes widened, his ghostly pallor turned slightly pink and he ceased his growling and snarling immediately.

“Thank you, uncle,” Faramir sighed with a not very well hidden smirk, wondering briefly how he could wheedle the story out of his uncle.

“Well, sprog. You can obviously see Boromir. Why did you not say anything?” Imrahil asked, frowning in consternation.

“Do you not remember what happened the last time I said I could see a ghost?” Amrothos replied petulantly.

“Oh, sprog! You really could see your grandfather,” Imrahil comprehended, feeling both shame and chagrin. “I am so sorry, son. We thought it a manifestation of your grief for the loss of your beloved grandfather,” he soothed.

“And of seeking attention,” he muttered, looking down at the glass he held with both hands resting on his knees. “People alternately dismissed me or acted as if they were walking on eggshells, not wanting to be accused of pushing the poor mad thing over the edge into insanity. You did not have any such thoughts about Faramir seeking attention, I am sure,” he added, feeling very much aggrieved at the moment for both the past and present.

“That is because, unlike you my gregarious son, Faramir would walk ten miles out of his way through burning lava simply not to bring attention to himself,” Imrahil retorted quietly, evincing a small smile from Amrothos, for he realised the truth of the statement, smirks and smiles from the elves and Aragorn and a flush of scarlet from Faramir who shook his head in denial. “Now back to the issue of concern. Why did you not say anything to Faramir?”

“I was not absolutely certain that he could see Boromir and you never mentioned in your letters home that Faramir was seeing ghosts. I was almost certain. Anyway, what opportunity have I had since entering the city? Things have been a little hectic,” Amrothos refuted as he took another gulp from the glass of brandy.

“Alright, sprog. I can understand why you did not tell Faramir but why did you not acknowledge the truth to Boromir?” Imrahil questioned gently.

“He was one of the ones who dismissed me for he did not believe in ghosts,” Amrothos replied, sarcasm fair dripping from the latter part of the statement.

Faramir turned to his brother, eyebrow almost touching his hairline. Boromir winced, remembering his not so delicate handling of his young cousin at the time. In truth, his judgement had been blurred by his still fresh grief over the loss of Adrahil, whom he had loved dearly.

“Sorry, sprog,” he apologised sincerely.

“Apology accepted,” Amrothos sighed.

“Which begs the obvious question as to why you can both see Boromir,” Thranduil interjected, his curiosity piqued.

“If I remember correctly,” Faramir mused as he refilled the glass held by Amrothos, for his young cousin was still too pale, “you almost died of a fever not long after our grandsire passed on.”

“Aye,” Amrothos acknowledged.

“Did you perchance dream of him?” Faramir asked gently.

“Aye, only t’was no dream. Grandfather sheltered me through the worst of the fever. He would not allow me to move on towards the light. He told me that I had to go back, that there were still adventures awaiting me,” Amrothos replied distantly, detached from the here and now and drifting upon the currents of past memories.

Imrahil gasped, tears welling in his eyes.

“It seems both of us had one foot firmly planted in the next realm and both of us were sheltered by those we love who had recently passed over. It is as if a door has been opened…,” Faramir mused.

“You were so ill, sprog. I am ever thankful to Adrahil for sending you back. My heart and the heart of your mother would have been broken to lose you. I am so sorry that you we did not believe, sprog,” Imrahil professed, leaning forward and cupping his son’s cheek. Amrothos, as always, leaned into his father’s caress.

“Nay father, it was not your fault. I suspect that I would have had the same reaction had it been one of the others and not me who could see ghosts,” he replied rather ruefully, returning the look of love he saw in his father’s eyes. Faramir looked on with haunted eyes.

“Faramir raised with love,” Thranduil gasped so softly that only Elrond and Maglor heard the words, heart aching for his human son as he felt the love between Imrahil and Amrothos.

Both elves agreed with the meaning of their friend’s words. The young Swan Knight was indeed alike to Faramir but Faramir raised with love; intelligent, witty, impish, loving but above all, cognisant of his value, confident of his place in the world and in the affections of those around him.

Thranduil walked over to his son, held out a hand, which Faramir grasped, pulled him to his feet and into his strong arms. The Steward buried his face into his beloved ada’s shoulder and sighed a quiet sob.

“Do not ever doubt that you are loved as dearly by all of us, ion-nin,” Thranduil whispered into his son’s ear, tears welling in his eyes, cursing the old Steward’s legacy, knowing that the hurt, abandoned child that resided also in Faramir sought still the love of the man who had sired him.

Faramir nodded, acknowledging the words, burrowing deeper into his ada’s embrace to hide his tears. Thranduil responded by tightening his embrace. Moved by the scene, Aragorn moved unconsciously closer to his ada. Boromir looked on, aching to hold his little brother but thankful for the elven King’s strong arms and compassionate heart.

Explanation received, Aragorn took his leave of the others, sharing a look of affection with his ada, and left to search for his still, he felt certain, annoyed wife; whom he was sure would require delicate handling if he was to avoid sleeping on the couch this night.

Thranduil held his son until he was sure that Faramir had regained his composure. Just as they parted, Misto, who had been up in the rafters the entire time, descended upon a silken thread to dangle just in front of Faramir.

“Hungry, mama,” the hatchling said adamantly.

Faramir sighed.

“Would you prefer him to go in search of his own food, ion-nin,” Thranduil teased.

Faramir’s eyes widened in horror and he shook his head vehemently, visualising having to explain the sudden disappearances of cats, dogs and undersized servants. Thranduil laughed. Calling Misto to him, the Steward turned and was walking towards the door when he was stopped by his ada calling out his name. He turned back just in time to catch something thrown to him by the elven King. To his utmost mortification it was the jar of numbing salve he had smuggled into the twins’ room.

“I…,” he began, eyes widened in panic and swallowing hard.

“I know that you did not lie to me, technically, ion-nin but it was a very fine line. And never underestimate the eyesight or hearing abilities of an elf, especially one as old as Maglor,” he teased, looking askance at his Seneschal who returned a mock indignant glare. “Now be off with you.”

Faramir turned bright scarlet, ducking his head and smiling a little ruefully, before turning and walking from the room with the hatchling scuttling beside him, leaving his cousin to enjoy some quiet time with his uncle.


Aragorn returned to the Great Hall just as a dance was reaching its conclusion. He found his wife and Legolas easily amongst the lords and ladies of Gondor and the Swan Knights. Legolas released Arwen’s hand to Aragorn, who was looking at Arwen rather sheepishly and apologetically in the face of his wife’s raised eyebrow eerily reminiscent of their ada. Legolas walked over to the main table where he was met by the dwarf who was looking formidable, for what he lacked in height he more than made up for in breadth. Legolas gulped and attempted a tentative smile that looked more like a grimace.

“Mae govannen, Gimli,” Legolas squeaked.

“Well met indeed, Laddie,” Gimli replied menacingly. “We hae unfinished business to talk aboot, hae we no?”

“I am sorry for deceiving you, Gimli. Lord Elrond has already… dealt with my errors… most forcefully,” Legolas whined.

“Aye, I know. I hae spoken to Elrond and your ada,” Gimli said, almost chuckling at the look of indignation on his elfling’s face. “You were brought to account for aiding in the prank but you hae no been for deception, Laddie. Come, me bairn,” he added, turning towards the exit from the Great Hall

“What about the twins?” Legolas asked, wincing at his own cowardice.

Gimli stopped and turned back to his elf, eying him intently. Legolas, feeling ashamed, averted his gaze.

“From what your ada told me, they hae paid dearly for their errors and wi’ red backsides to prove it,” Gimli replied, turning again and walking towards the exit.

Gimli did not look back at the elf and Legolas was tempted to bolt but thought better of it, knowing how much worse it would be when the dwarf caught him. And catch him he would, as he could not stay out of sight indefinitely. Muttering curses he had learned from Faramir, Legolas followed the dwarf. Gimli led his elven friend to a quiet room in the opposite direction to that taken by Faramir. He found a comfortable lounge that was of a height suitable for a dwarf; which is why he had chosen the room and sat down in the middle, leaving enough room on both sides for an elf.

“All right, laddie,” Gimli said, patting his knee.

Legolas huffed as he walked over to the dwarf, fumbled with the ties of his leggings, so annoyed was he at the situation, pushed his leggings down to his knees and lowered himself over the dwarf’s knees. Gimli wasted no time in landing the first of a flurry of blows to Legolas’ buttocks, which he had to admit had been thoroughly spanked already. On the advice of Lord Elrond he was careful not to cover ground that Elrond had already covered, for fear of Legolas’ feelings of guilt deepening. It was not long before Legolas’ whimpers turned to yelps and his yelps to howls.

“I… am… s-sorry… I… will… never… d-deceive… again,” the distressed elf gasped out between sobs and howls of pain.

Taking pity on his elfling, Gimli ceased the chastisement, pulling up his elfling’s leggings. Legolas knelt on the floor, placed his head on the dwarf’s lap and his arms around his friend’s waist. Gimli smiled at the request for comfort and rubbed Legolas’ back in soothing motions.

“I am s-sorry, G-Gimli,” he said repeatedly, his breath hitching.

“I know, Laddie. All is forgiven,” he soothed the distressed elfling.

Elf and Dwarf stayed that way for a long time before making for their respective beds.

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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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