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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 42

Faramir’s sobs quieted finally to hitched breaths. Encircled by the strong arms of his ada he fell into a deep sleep eventually, aided by Elrond’s brew, to the sounds of his ada’s lilting voice crooning to him of his how much he deserved love and how much he was loved. Holding on to his precious son, Thranduil pondered anew the set of contradictions that was his human son. A cunning warrior, a natural leader of men, quiet, gentle, compassionate, loved by so many in all walks-of-life, but ever vulnerable to the opinions of those whom he holds in high regard or are in positions of authority and influence over him. The elven King rose to his feet eventually and put his son abed, laying him on his stomach and pulling the covers up over him.

Maglor entered the room accompanied by Misto still carrying his kitten. Thranduil wondered briefly if the kitten was ever going to find it necessary to walk, although it appeared contented enough judging by the loudness of it’s purring. The young spider took one look at his mama and hissed.

“Do not start with me, tithen-pen,” Thranduil chided mildly. “He got exactly what he deserved.”

Grumbling, Misto carried his purring kitten into a corner of the room and began to play with him, using string and a small cloth ball that had been given to him by Arwen but kept several of his eyes on his mama. Thranduil smirked at the incongruous picture. Maglor drew back the blankets that covered Faramir and lifted his nightshirt. He whistled softly at the deep shade of red that covered his charge’s buttocks and thighs and looked at Thranduil, eyebrow raised, before replacing the nightshirt and covers.

“I can say, with all honesty, that on matters pertaining to self-worthiness and preservation of self, he would, without doubt, be the most stubborn being in all of Middle Earth and Valinor, past and present!” Thranduil complained quietly.

“He admitted to his fear finally, I hope?” Maglor asked.

“Aye, he admitted to his fear of not being deserving of love, but only because Boromir was there as well… assisting,” Thranduil replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I admit that I was overly harsh with him though. I asked him why he felt that way and he used Denethor’s words…”

“Let me guess. Weak, stupid, emotional, useless, worthless,” Maglor counted off on his fingers angrily. “I hope you are listening you old fool and understand truly what you have wrought on the child that was, unfortunately and through no fault of his, sired by you!” he growled, hoping that the former Steward was present in spirit or that Boromir was and would, hopefully, add his voice in outrage.

“The timing is ill, we march out for Minas Morgul in seven days. I fear the tension between Faramir and the young King of Rohan will make him even more reckless,” Thranduil sighed, grave concern evident in his expression and tone.

“You concentrate on this one and leave me to deal with the King of Rohan,” Maglor replied with what Faramir termed ‘a Mirkwood glint ‘ to the eye, a look that would have had the Steward protecting his behind quite unconsciously.

“Hannon le, mellon-nin,” Thranduil smiled, feeling a pang of sympathy, if only momentarily, for the Rohirrim King.

“Come, tithen-pen,” Maglor called to Misto, leaving Thranduil to sit with Faramir. Misto picked up his kitten and followed the elf happily enough although he did spare a small hiss for Thranduil as he passed. The elven King chuckled shaking his head at the departing spider.


Faramir awoke again just before midday, feeling slightly less delicate head-wise but with a fearful throbbing in his hindquarters. Tentatively, he sent out his awareness. He detected the amused, but thankfully less loud, thoughts of his ada.

“Aur Vaer, ion-nin,” Thranduil teased from his position seated on a chair beside his son’s bed in the same tone and intonation used by Legolas when his brother was in the process of awakening upon the morn or was under-the-weather.

Faramir groaned, grumbling into the pillow beneath his face a reference to the sadistic nature of certain elves of his acquaintance.

“My arse is afire, ada,” he whined into his pillow.

“I am sorry that I was so harsh with you, ion-nin, but I will not have you use the malicious and unjust words of that man who sired you to malign yourself,” Thranduil said leaning forward and pushing back the hair that covered Faramir’s face.

“Even if they are true?” Faramir whispered.

Thranduil took a deep calming breath before opening his mouth to answer when matters were taken out of his hands; somewhat dramatically. The blankets covering him flew off Faramir, seemingly of their own volition, coming to rest at the end of the bed. The young man’s nightshirt gathered at the waist as if an invisible hand was at play, exposing very rosy buttocks, followed in quick order by the unmistakable sound of hand meeting flesh and Faramir’s subsequent yelps of pain.

“Boromir! H-how did you do that!” Faramir yelped in indignation, pain and shock at what he recognised to be definitely a Boromirian wallop and at full strength at that. “And stop bellowing at me!” he snarled, turning onto his side to better protect his vulnerable and much abused posterior.

Thranduil watched the scene unfolding with much amusement and more than a modicum of astonishment. He watched as Faramir flinched as if from a loud sound and then looked sharply towards the door of his sleeping chamber, which was closed. Tentatively, the door opened admitting a reluctant Amrothos who sidled into the room, looking as if he was entering a very large, very dangerous beast’s den. Boromir had found his cousin, chatting with a very pretty young noblewoman, and demanded that he go to Faramir’s room. His ghostly cousin’s expression was very like his brother Elphir’s when on a tear and it did not bode well for Faramir.

“You bellowed, cousin?” he asked, looking beyond the bed at his ghostly cousin.

A strange conversation ensued where Amrothos relayed to Thranduil the words Boromir was bellowing… er… growling… er vocalising.

“We are having it out here and now, little brother!” Boromir growled, causing Faramir’s eyes to widen in astonishment and not a little fear. “You are not weak, nor are you useless, nor are you a burden, nor are you any of the negatives father, in his stupidity and self absorbed grief, called you! You are weak headed at times, I grant. You are very, very, stubborn, I more than grant. You are reckless with your life, I grant but you are not… weak… useless… a fool… nor… a… burden!”

Each point was emphasised by the resounding sound of hand meeting buttocks and Faramir appeared to be struggling to turn over onto his back to avoid the invisible swats even as he yelped in pain. Amrothos also yelped but in shock as he had not, in all his years of seeing ghosts, encountered a ghost that could do what Boromir was doing. His ghostly cousin was swinging his hand with all his might at Faramir’s posterior. The hand did not appear to meet flesh but the sound and his cousin’s pained yelps were unmistakeable. Thranduil’s eyes twinkled at the comical look of abject astonishment bordering on horror that graced the young Swan Knight’s face.

“Will you please cease hitting me!” Faramir whined.

“Father has told me that you bore very harsh punishments by him in silence. That is not the sign of a man who is weak,” Boromir argued.

“My s-silence was due to f-fear of bringing more of f-father’s ire d-down upon m-me,” Faramir retorted, falling into the stuttering that had plagued his speech, especially with Denethor, throughout his childhood and youth, eliciting ever greater scorn and derision from the former Steward.

It was then that Amrothos saw his uncle on the periphery of his vision, looking sad, dejected and with an air of guilt that made him look ancient. The Swan Knight also witnessed the glare of towering rage Boromir sent towards Denethor and how it made his uncle seemingly wilt even more and become even less substantial, as he continued to relay to Thranduil what Boromir was saying.

“No sane man is fearless, little brother,” Boromir replied, his expression turning melancholy. “A weak man would not have borne what you have borne over the years. You saved my bacon on any number of occasions including when we reclaimed Osgiliath, for Eru’s sake!”

“And according to f-father, I-I w-was the o-one who l-lost O-Osgiliath,” Faramir countered.

Another sound of hand meeting flesh was followed by another yelp from Faramir.

“Balderdash! Father lost Osgiliath by not supplying you and your Rangers with the food and equipment that would have enabled you to defend the city! Aye, little one, something else father has confessed to me,” Boromir added at Faramir’s startled look for he had never told Boromir of the promised stores that never reached Amon Hen.

“H-he said I was a b-burden on you,” Faramir stuttered again.

Boromir felt his heart shatter anew at the reappearance of his brother’s stutter, indicating the depth of the hurt that he carried within him.

“I know, Fara. You have never been a burden, little brother. You are my pride and joy. You are the only reason that I was able to keep fighting…”

“A-and I-I am the r-reason you are… as y-you are,” Faramir finished lamely, alluding to his brother’s deceased state.

“You are not responsible!” Boromir bellowed, causing Amrothos to cringe and Thranduil to raise an elven eyebrow at the young man’s reaction.

“I-if f-father had t-trusted m-me, it i-is I who w-would have g-gone to R-Rivendell,” Faramir said, his embarrassment over his stutter showing.

“Bunkum, Fara! Regardless of what father ordered, I would have forbidden you to go on the quest, and I would not have been gainsaid on the matter. So get thoughts of responsibility out of that very stubborn head of yours!”

“Nay, it was my fault… owwwwwwch, Boromir!” Faramir yelped as he again felt the full force of his brother’s right hand on his bottom.

“You… are… _not_… listening, Fara!” Boromir yelled, exasperated. Each word was followed by the sound of a slap and a yelp from Faramir.

“I am listening, I am,” Faramir yelped.

“Not with your heart, little brother,” Boromir contradicted, his expression softening. “I know that father hurt you deeply, Fara. He was wrong and is very sorry for what he did to you. Will you try to listen with your heart, miel neth nin? For me.”

Faramir’s eyes welled with tears but they did not fall. Regaining his composure, he nodded his head in affirmation that he would try.

“Aye, for you,” Faramir whispered and then gasped when he felt Boromir’s hand slide down his cheek in an age-old gesture of affection. “What is happening to you, Brom?” Faramir asked tears welling again and then overflowing.

“I do not know, miel neth, just that I yet have a part to play and a more active one than I had envisaged it seems. I will leave you for a while to think on what I have said,” he added before turning and exiting the room through the wall of stone.

Faramir held his hand out to Thranduil in a silent plea for much needed comfort from his ada. Within a heartbeat, Thranduil sat beside his son on the bed and embraced him. Faramir sighed, relaxing into the safe, strong arms of his ada. Looking up he gave his ada a tremulous, watery, smile, eliciting a brilliant smile from the elf in return.

“The coast is clear, you can enter,” Thranduil chuckled having been aware for some time that his Seneschal and elfling were eavesdropping on the other side of the door.

Legolas entered the room first, looking a little sheepish, followed by Maglor who looked not at all sheepish as he carried a tray of food and drink for his young charge. Faramir took one look at the amount of food and sighed. He was definitely not hungry.

“Were my ears deceiving me or did Boromir actually spank Faramir?” Legolas asked Amrothos tentatively, causing Faramir to blush furiously at the ‘s’ word and turn his head towards his ada’s chest to hide his embarrassment.

“Aye, that he did indeed,” Amrothos replied in the vague preoccupied way a person does when still within the grip of a severe shock.

“Is that normal for a ghost?” Legolas questioned.

“Nay, not such in my experience, but then my cousin was an atypical man, so why should I think he would be a typical ghost?” Amrothos reasoned in the same preoccupied manner.

Faramir groaned again at his cousin’s words, eliciting another chuckle from Thranduil.


After Faramir had eaten enough to satisfy Maglor, bathed and dressed, Amrothos, on Boromir’s orders, suggested a visit to the orphanage, as they would be leaving the city soon and should check that all would be well in the absence of the orphanage’s patron. Faramir eyed his cousin suspiciously, receiving a bland expression in return, but acquiesced to the request.

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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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