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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 46

“I do not understand. What has he done wrong?” Éomer asked; his expression perplexed making his seemingly ever-present frown deepen. “His plan succeeded.”

“My brother is not just the captain of a ship but commander of a fleet of ships,” Amrothos replied to the bemused Rohirrim. “And as such, had no business being on a decoy ship,” he said in what Faramir recognised as an accurate rendition of his uncle’s ‘stern’ tone. “Regardless of the temptation,” he added with a sideways glance and smirk at his cousin. It would have been tempting indeed, both fox cubs thought.

“That… ‘thing’ looked lethal,” Éomer vocalised unconsciously, eliciting chuckles from those present who had felt its sting or that of the human version, as not one of them could bring themselves to call it by the name ‘paddle’.

“Oh, aye! I can attest to that laddie, as can certain younger elves here as well,” Gimli answered in his forthright manner, causing the elves concerned to blush. “Although, I think young Faramir there is the resident expert on the topic, having felt the sting of both versions many times; if rumours be true.”

Faramir blushed spectacularly, ducking his head in acute embarrassment.

“I think this may be one time when the rumours fall well short of the actual count,” Amrothos teased his blushing cousin.

“Both versions!” Éomer exclaimed.

“Oh, do we… “ Elladan began.

“… have a story,” Elrohir continued.

“… to tell you!” Elladan concluded, both twins smirking at the glare they received from Faramir.


Imrahil led his second born back to his apartments located near his nephew’s apartments. He opened the door to the drawing room and gestured for Erchirion to precede him, which, with a fatalistic sigh, the seafaring Prince so did.

“Although very like it, that is not the one of my memory,” Erchirion stated, eyeing the red demon with distaste.

“Nay, this is the elvish version fashioned from the original, which has also seen much use recently, by an elf in Mirkwood on instructions from Elessar,” Imrahil replied humour at his son’s stunned expression evident. “I must admit the workmanship is exquisite.”

“I shall have a talk with Fara, later. My cousin’s hunting skills have deteriorated alarmingly not to found and disposed of the detestable… ‘thing’ by now,” the young Prince grumbled. “How fares he, really, father? Although he appears happier than I have seen him in many years, he is so thin,” he added seriously, as mercurial as his cousin on occasion.

“I thank the Valar daily that they guided foxling to the elves of Mirkwood. Thranduil has proven to be more of a father to Faramir in the short time he has fostered him, than Denethor had ever been and Legolas as true a brother as Boromir. As for Maglor, although positively evil at times, I wish I had had his assistance on the occasions when all of my children and nephews were under my roof at the same time,” Imrahil chuckled. “And as to foxling’s lack of weight, we are all well aware of the causes and are trying to overcome them. Now child, back to you.”

“I am sorry that I sank the Black Swan,” Erchirion said softly, genuinely contrite.

“Nay, child. Be easy on that subject. I should have insisted that the old scow be decommissioned some time ago,” Imrahil admitted. The elder Prince of Dol Amroth embraced his son when he saw the younger prince’s shoulders slump in relief. “However,” he added, feeling his son tense again. “On the matter of you being on a decoy ship when there was one of several captains present who could have been given the responsibility, we needs must address.”

“If I had known that it was a condition of becoming a commander, I would have remained a captain,” Erchirion retorted, somewhat petulantly, into his father’s shoulder.

“A conversation I remember having with your grandfather, Adrahil, and he in turn had with your great grandfather, Angelimar,” Imrahil chuckled, hugging his son more tightly to him before releasing him to face the consequences of his actions. “Your grandfather, bless him, accepted the necessity eventually with ill grace indeed, apparently. But come to accept it he did and so must you, child. Leggings down and over whatever looks most comfortable.”

Erchirion snorted. It did not matter how comfortable the support was, his father never stinted when chastising any of his children, with the exception of Lothiriel at times, and he feared that he was going to be very uncomfortable very quickly. The seafaring prince walked over to a high-backed lounge chair, loosened the ties of his leggings, pushed them down to his knees and bent over the back of the chair; holding on tightly to the well padded arms of the chair. He knew that he was in for an intense session as this was his third infraction of the rule about commanders not putting themselves in the firing line unless absolutely necessary. Upon reflecting for a moment, he realised that it was indeed his fifth infraction. He had managed to keep two instances quiet. Physical intimidation; the fact that he was as tall as his father and broader of shoulder, did have its uses he thought. He was often able to settle a situation without violence due to his imposing physique. All oth! er thoughts, except for the pain in his posterior, fled when his father let loose with a mighty whack to his exposed buttocks.

“What is this punishment for, child?” Imrahil asked as he continued to apply heavy swats of Faramir’s Bane to his sons posterior.

“For… putting myself… in danger… commander… should not…,” Erchirion grunted between gasps for breath.

“And how many times is this?” Imrahil asked.

“Third, Owwwwww!!” the prince replied and then yelped as a particularly blistering swat landed on his burning behind.

“My count is five, child,” Imrahil countered, shaking his head at the virulent muffled curse that escaped his son’s normally watertight control and letting loose with another almighty whack with the paddle.

“Owwww! Sorry… father,” Erchirion yelped when the expected heavier swat landed, chastising himself silently and at length for being caught out by his father, yet again! Would he ever learn not to underestimate his father’s intelligence networks and deviousness?

Imrahil continued to paddle his son over every inch of the hapless commander’s buttocks and thighs, turning them as red as the paddle. He stopped eventually when he heard the change in tenor of the soft muffled sobs that indicated that his son had capitulated and accepted the punishment and the reasoning behind the chastisement. Knowing the punishment had come to an end and sobbing quietly still, Erchirion pulled up his leggings, hissing as they scrapped over his much abused buttocks, and leaned against the back of the chair. Taking his son gently by the shoulders, Imrahil turned the young man around and into a tight embrace, crooning words of love and forgiveness as he ran his hand over his son’s back in soothing circles.

“I know that it is a hard lesson, child. As bad as it is for a ship to lose its captain, it is much worse for a fleet to lose its commander, especially one that is as gifted as you are,” Imrahil said as he continued to soothe his son through the aftershocks of the punishment.

“Elphir may not agree with you on that point, father. I have never seen him as vexed as when I had to tell him that I sank the Black Swan,” Erchirion groaned, shuddering anew at the memory of the murderous look on his brother’s face and the throbbing vein at his temple.

“I do admit that he had great fondness for the old bucket. He will come to terms with its loss… eventually, although I suspect he will never let you live it down,” Imrahil smiled.

Erchirion moaned and not just from the pain flaring like the noonday sun from his hindquarters.

“He has the memory of an Oliphant and the temperament of a one on a rampage when vexed, just as frightening as Boromir,” the seafaring prince whined. “OWWWW! Boromir?” he yelped, paling, when he felt what he remembered to be a very ‘Boromirian’ whack as only his cousin could deliver, which he knew could not have been imparted by his father who still had his arms around him.

“Ah, aye. I did write to about that, did I not?” Imrahil asked.

“Aye, but ghosts are not supposed to be that… physical. Are they?” Erchirion asked as he looked around nervously after his father released him, keeping his posterior against the back of the lounge chair and hopefully out of his ghostly cousin’s reach.

“Amrothos does not think so and he has had more experience with ghosts. We all owe your brother an apology,” Imrahil replied.

“He really could see grandfather, I know,” Erchirion winced.

“Aye, he could. Now, I think you have had enough shocks for the day and recommend that you go to your bed. Tomorrow I will introduce you formally to all, something I was remiss in doing today given all that transpired,” Imrahil said.

The young prince groaned again and blushed furiously, knowing that everyone who had retired to the King’s drawing room would know what transpired subsequently, including the King and Queen of Gondor and the King of Rohan.

“I do apologise for that, Chiri,” Imrahil said, knowing the reason for his son’s groan and blush. “They feel so much like family that I forgot momentarily that they are all but strangers to you. Be comforted by the fact that more than foxling has felt the bite of ‘Faramir’s Bane’, you are in good company,” he added, chuckling at the sour expression on his second-born child’s face.


Erchirion retired to the sleeping chamber in his father’s apartments that he always used on his infrequent visits to the White City. He washed, changed into a nightshirt and robe and was about to take off the robe and get into bed when he heard a knock on the door.

“Enter,” he said as the pulled the robe tight again.

“Are you up for a little company?” Faramir enquired, poking his head around the door.

“As long as you do not mind if I remain standing,” he winced as another flare of pain emanated from his burning hindquarters, eliciting an empathetic wince from Faramir.

“I bear a gift,” Faramir said, throwing a jar of numbing salve to his cousin who caught it deftly.

“Thank you, cousin,” Erchirion replied with relief, recognising the jar’s contents. “Come in, come in. I have a bone to pick with you. From where, pray tell, did you get that wine you fed me? It went straight to my head and loosened my tongue most alarmingly. And me a sailor!” he chided.

“Sorry about that,” Faramir replied sheepishly. “I was unaware that it was wine from Mirkwood, wine well known for its great potency. The elves of Mirkwood are not as affected by wine as humans and thus make their wine much stronger,” he explained. “I bring others as well,” he added shyly, still looking from around the door. “In all that happened this evening I realised that had I failed to introduce you to my family.

“And they are standing out there now! Oh, bring them in you dunderhead!” the seafaring prince admonished in a hushed whisper, eliciting a shy smile from his cousin and the tinkling laughter of elves from beyond the door.

Faramir entered the room fully, followed by Thranduil, Legolas, Maglor and Amrothos.

“Mae govannen, Prince Erchirion,” Thranduil greeted.

“Chiri,” Erchirion corrected with a smile as he held out an arm to the elf, who in turn held the arm in a warrior’s greeting. “And you are King Thranduil of Mirkwood. My father and brother have described in detail the three elves that have taken my cousin into their care and into their hearts,” he added at the questioning look in the elf’s eyes. “You are Legolas. You also have the look of your father,” he said holding out an arm to Legolas and remembering the King’s comment about his own resemblance to his father, Imrahil. Legolas returned the gesture. “And you are Maglor, …the nanny,” he teased, holding out his arm to the smirking elf and looking askance at his blushing cousin and sniggering younger brother. “Something of which my wayward cousin has ever been in need.”

“Indeed,” Legolas agreed, smiling broadly.

“I am not sorry I gave you that wine now, Chiri,” Faramir chided gently, eliciting chuckles and smiles from the others.

“My Seneschal was becoming far too complacent with life in Mirkwood,” Thranduil teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Faramir has proved to be an entertaining challenge for him.”

“As are my elflings still, on occasions,” Maglor countered, looking intently first at Legolas and then at Thranduil, both of who displayed identical smirks, causing Erchirion’s eyes to widen wondering just how old Maglor was.

“We will leave you to your bed, pen-neth,” Thranduil said smiling, taking his leave of the young man who he realised was in pain and too polite to take his leave for a few moments necessary to apply the numbing salve Faramir had provided. Maglor followed the elven King.

“Get into bed so that I can apply the salve,” Faramir ordered.

Although a little shy with Legolas present, Erchirion did as he was bid sighing with relief when the salve applied by Faramir took effect.

“I do not think I would like to be paddled by your ada,” Legolas let slip when he saw the bright red buttocks and then blushed. “I would not have thought him that angry.”

“Unfortunately for my rear, it was my third… fifth… infraction of the ‘commanders are not to place themselves in the line of fire unless absolutely necessary’ rule,” Erchirion replied in a mocking tone. “Which brings me to the question, cousin, as to why there are now two red… ‘things’ that bear your name and how you came never to find nor dispose of the original thus preventing access to the template from which its mate was created? And you the Sionnach of Ithilien, no less!” he scolded, twisting around to glare at his cousin, causing Faramir to blush spectacularly.

Much to Faramir’s embarrassment, Legolas launched into a very amusing account of the highlights of the previous year; from their visit to Mirkwood, skirmishes with orcs, bitter elves and humans, Faramir’s brushes with death and with ‘Faramir’s Bane. He recounted right up to the pranks including the incident involving his brother with a long bow at night, perched upon a small ornamental platform that protruded from the very edge of the topmost part of the steep palace roof and the consequences thereof. By the end of the tale, Erchirion was laughing heartily at his cousin’s antics and felt much more at ease about his own embarrassment.

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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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