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Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a revali x reader where revali and reader are best friends and are in love with each other but they’re both too oblivious to notice until one day something happens and they find out? i love your writing! thank you so much😊

Hey there! Sorry this took so long, but here it is! This is gonna be a two parter because I got super carried away with all the banter and scenes. Thanks for the request because I had a lot of fun with this! So, here is

Oblivious Actions Part 1 of 2

4015 Words (sorry it’s so long)

Revali x Reader

It was a perfect day to disobey your elders.

The sky was just waking, strokes of rose and honey painted the edges of the horizon. The wind was crisp, and playful, ruffling through his feathers as he flew. Lake Totori glistened below. Sunlight shone across a bright blue expanse, laced with only a few, white clouds. The plateaus surrounding the area were dotted with pine trees, their umber trunks rooted to the ground. The air was open and infinite. Gliding through the sky and observing the tiny specks of nature below filled him with a sense of wonder. Revali flapped his little wings down towards the forest.

HA! See? I’m already an expert flyer! I can explore as much of the world as I want, without any adults. I’m not a kid anymore!

The Rito baby blush marks that painted his cheeks said otherwise.

Even though Rito under 10 years of age were heavily discouraged from venturing beyond the bridges, Revali had decided he was big enough to go where he wanted. Behind him, the towering spire of Rito Village continued to shrink. To his left, the jutting figure of a wooden horse head could be seen. Hylians are so weird, needing other animals in order to move around. The stable in the distance then drowned into an evergreen sea. Gliding closer to the earth, the view of the sky was now covered with dry pine needles and brittle branches. He focused his attention to what was under him, trying to find a safe place to land. The breeze cooled and quickened. Revali angled his wings downward, trying to move his body to land gracefully among the trees.

He would fail.

There was a small clearing in the middle of the grove, a dirt path that travelers would use to hike between Warbler’s Nest and Rito Stable. Supposedly, following the trail even further up would lead to the infamous Hebra Peaks, a mountain range that lay just outside the view from his house, full of secrets and sights that no one has ever explored. Being the child that he was, naivety clouded his judgement, as Revali had ignored the warnings given to him about monsters nestled in the woods. The Rito was desperate to get out of the village in any way he could, even if it meant learning to glide all on his own.

Trying to plan his descent, he positioned himself at an angle, moving his weight backwards, ready to land. His feet shifted forward, ready to grip onto something solid, but the wind suddenly changed. It’s direction altered only slightly, but it was enough to catch him off guard. Flailing his wings, Revali tried to catch the current under his wings again, but it was no use, the current keeping him in the air was gone, and his baby wings weren’t big enough to flap a large gust of his own. A stray branch knocking into his side, the little Rito tumbled into the dirt. 

“Gaah!” he grunted, panic coursing through him.

Revali plunged through the trees, not unlike how a snowball tramples down a mountain slope, picking up debris as it rolls. Falling through the branches, his feathery features caught sticks, leaves, and pinecones, until he connected with the earth with a thud.

“…ow…” 

The impact caused dust to cloud around him. It got in his eyes and settled on the edges of his feathers. The dirt wasn’t the worst place to land, but it still hurt. His crash had broken a few branches, causing a couple of pinecones and leaves to break loose. One stray, falling leaf hovered through the air, delicately. Its flight was much more elegant, dancing in the wind. It landed gracefully on the tip of his beak, its cinnamon hue and crinkly features mocking him. Revali blew it off with a “hmph!”

Sitting in the dirt, Revali brushed off the dust and twigs on his tunic as best he could. It was one thing that he had snuck out of the house, but coming back all dirty wouldn’t do either. Mumbling to himself, he sat there, taking in the sights and sounds of the woods. A much better setting than sitting in the house all day. Then there was an abrupt shuffling in the bushes. 

Looking up, Revali searched for the source of the noise. Getting to his feet, he picked up a twig and held it in front of him like a sword. Was it the monsters everyone had warned him about? His heart quickened, his mind raced. The trees still swayed in the wind, and the birds and bugs chirped, but suddenly everything was looking a lot more ominous. Another rustle. He hastily faced his left side, where a single dark green bush greeted him. Do I move closer? Back away? Revali was frozen in place. Finally, he dared to whisper.

“W-who’s there?” he asked.

Instead of a cliché silence, his question was immediately answered with a loud scream from the bush.

“AHHHHH! IT’S TALKING!” the bush yelled.

Revali followed suit and screamed himself, as it was only natural to be scared of shrieking plants.

“AAHHHHHH!”

“AHHHHHHH?!”

This exchange of confused and fearful yelling went on for a few seconds. A few sparrows took off for the sky, startled by the noise. Then, silence took hold again, with only the wind brushing through the woods. The bush and Revali stared at each other for another eternity. Finally the bush spoke again.

“Why are you pretty?”

“AGH?! What?” the Rito took a step back, bewildered. “W-wha…what’re you talking about??”

Suddenly, a small face peeked out from the bush. Their eyes were wide, and curious, but their expression was still wary. “I said, why are you pretty? Monsters are supposed to be ugly.”

Revali tightened his grip around the twig. “I’m not! You’re the one hiding in a bush, so you’re the monster if anything. I’m a Rito!”

“A Rito?” a small, Hylian child stepped out of the bush. They were wearing a maroon tunic, along with stable gloves and boots. The collar of their shirt was lined with cotton. A loopy scarf, that was far too big for them, was wrapped around their shoulders, etched with the emblem of the Hylian Stable System. Their hair was messy, probably from hiding within the bush. Gripped in their hands was their own makeshift sword, a wooden spoon. They waved it in Revali’s direction. “You’re way too tiny to be a Rito. The ones who visit the stables are always taller than my mom.”

“W-well, then maybe you’re mom’s short!” Revali sputtered out.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh!’

He stomped his foot. “Obviously, I’m not a monster. I’m just of a… different height, because kids don’t leave the village without supervision. It’s only the adults you see. So quit being dumb. I mean, I can talk can’t I?”

The Hylian crossed their arms, tapping the spoon against their elbow. They considered his argument… I guess a tiny monster couldn’t eat me in one bite anyhow. “Fine then. If you’re not a monster, then you should have a Rito-sounding name, right? So what is it?”

Revali held his beak in the air and turned his back, crossing his own wings in imitation. “Hmph! Well why should I tell you when you’re a complete stranger! I thought you were a monster too, you know.”

The Hylian squinted their eyes thinking. “Well… fine. Your name probably sucks anyway! Thanks for scaring me half to death, tiny Rito!”

With that, the child turned around and started marching back in the direction of the stables. They made an effort to pound their boots on the ground to make as much sound as possible. Revali was left with his beak hanging open. How dare they! They’re the one with a sucky name, whatever it is.

He ran behind them, trying to catch up. He fluttered his wings to shake off any other dirt and twigs. He matched their pace, and puffed out his feathers. “I’ll have you know that I have a supercool nickname! Nicknames are always cool, therefore my name doesn’t suck. So, Ha!”

The Hylian raised an eyebrow. “Well, what is it then? What’s your fancy name?”

“They call me…” he stopped and posed, both wings outstretched in front of them, “…the Supreme Master of the Sky!”

They Hylian clutched their stomach, laughing hysterically. “HA! There’s no way that’s true. I saw you crash through the trees earlier! Some master you are, that’s probably even dumber than whatever your real name is.”

Revali narrowed his eyes, “Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh.”

“Hmph! Well at least I have a cool nickname. I bet you don’t even have one!” 

“Nope. People just call me [Name], because my name is already great and I don’t need dumb nicknames or titles.” They stuck out their tongue at him.

Revali made a dumb face in retaliation, before responding. “Fine, if you won’t call me that, you can just stick with ‘Revali,’ and you better remember it!” 

[Name] shot him a look, then huffed. “Yeah. Sure.”

The two of them continued their walk through the woods. Revali trusted it was the route back to the stable. They talked and jeered, laughed and scowled at each other, their conversations about nothing in particular. At one point, the Rito attempted to show off by gliding through the air. It would end with another crash, and the Hylian child chuckling.

“It’s cause you still have a bunch of stuff tucked in your wings!” [Name] said with a sigh. Removing a pinecone and several bits of dried leaves, they cleaned up the rest of Revali’s wing. When taking out a twig, they accidentally took out a feather.

Revali yelped, “Ow! What was that for?”

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to get rid of this.” [Name] chucked the twig over their shoulder. The feather they had taken out was mainly white, but faded into a deep, indigo color at the bottom. It was like a star had shot across the sky, and its streak had colored this single, delicate feather. [Name] brushed it against their fingers, and stared at it in awe. It’s so pretty.

“Pfft. I know that. Anything from me is great.” Revali’s feathers puffed up in pride.

Oh no! Did I say that out-loud?? “Uh…yeah.” [Name] mumbled. They suddenly became very interested in the condition of their boots, turning their head to the ground as the two of them walked. 

A silence fell between them. Then, 

“Can…can I keep this?” 

Revali cast them a glance. “Uh…sure, why not. Not like I need it anymore. I’ll have plenty next time I molt.”

[Name] looked up, eyes wide. “Really?! Are you sure? This doesn’t, like, curse me or anything right?”

He scoffed. “No, of course not. It’s just a feather. I’ve seen adults trade them all the time. It’s fine. Whatever…”

The large horse head was now in front of them. The trees were more dispersed, and piles of lumber scattered the ground. The muted colors that decorated the stable billowed in the wind, the breeze blowing loose cloth and banners across the sky. To the left were the wooden bridges. They led up to a towering spire, the familiar shape of Rito Village casting over the two of them. The two of them stopped by the back side of the stable. [Name] forced themself to plaster on a grin.

“Well, guess I’ll see you never!” they jeered.

“Ha! If I’m lucky, I’ll never see you or your wooden spoon again!” Revali stuck his tongue out at them. 

After staring at each other for another eternity, [Name] finally turned around and ran back towards the entrance to the stable. Revali then began his walk back over the wooden bridges.

The next day, Revali would be punished for sneaking out of the village. His grounding would include having to do extra chores, specifically by having to help around Rito Stable for the rest of the month, much to [Name]’s surprise. Neither of them minded.

- - - - - 

Years Later…

- - - - - 

The Champions had arrived. 

The letter had reached the village around a week ago, but they had come a day earlier than scheduled. But, that was to be expected, as the princess was always eager to go out and explore the shrines. The sun was set high in the sky, Rito Village’s shadow cast down on the woods below. The breeze exposed the pine cones nestled in the trees. The birds sang a familiar tune. However, the state of Rito Stable was very much unusual, or at the very least, uncustomary. Hylians and Rito alike were bustling. What was usually a quiet setting was now full of life and movement. People scrambled to set up decorations and supplies, most of which was being transported towards the village. Some were preparing lanterns, others setting up bright blue banners, adorned with the Hyrulean Family’s crest. The colors of the stable were now even brighter than usual, even the Rito flying about added streaks of bright colors in the sky. Children ran through the boxes of cargo, and stable hands moved barrels of goods towards the bridges that led to the towering stone spire. Among the chaos, a few individuals were chatting by the roadside. 

“I’m just saying, I don’t wanna accidentally break the bridge! It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened…” Daruk scratched the back of his head, chuckling. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. The bridges are sturdy enough to handle the strongest of winds, after all.” Mipha gave him a reassuring smile. She glanced at Urbosa for confirmation, “Don’t you agree?”

The Gerudo nodded, “There’s no need to worry about such things. The whole point of throwing a party is to sweep your worries away. Besides,” she cast a glance towards a particular Rito’s direction, “we owe it to everyone who worked hard to organize it to be there. Isn’t that right, Revali?”

The Rito Champion was busy observing… something, but it was clear he wasn’t listening. He kept watching people file in and out of the stable, as if waiting for something. Revali kept fiddling with the edges of his blue scarf, smoothing it out to make himself more presentable. 

“Revaaaaaali?”

“Hmm?” Finally snapping out of it, he turned to face the other Champions. “Ah yes, sorry. Daruk, there’s no need to be concerned, if you break the bridge all the Rito are perfectly capable of flying home, so it won’t matter anyhow. Plus Lake Totori is quite refreshing, so when you fall—”

Urbosa elbowed him on the side, cutting him off. He mumbled something about practicing honesty. She sighed, “Why did I expect you to add something genuine to the conversation…”

Revali scoffed, “Tsk. Your mistake.” Mipha gave a small laugh. The Zora princess tilted her head before chiming in, “Revali, Urbosa does have a point. You’re going to come to the celebration this time, yes?” The Rito Champion had a habit of not attending events that weren’t necessary or mandatory. He had skipped out on nearly every noble party, feast, and nightly social gatherings, on the pretense that “diplomats were boring,” “it’s utterly useless,” “I didn’t come here to socialize,” and “I’m busy doing something that’s actually important.”

However, it would be a bit more difficult to opt out of something that’s held right in your hometown. Revali turned and sighed. “Unfortunately, my schedule is quite clear for tonight. So, unless something more significant comes to my attention, I suppose I’ll attend the damn p—”

“HEY! IS THAT THE SUPREME MASTER OF THE SKY I SEE?”

The Champions turned in the direction of the voice. The feathers on Revali’s neck fluffed up in surprise, or was it embarrassment? Well, some sort of combination of the two. A Hylian stable-hand, carrying an assortment of wildflowers in their arms, made their way towards the group. 

Mipha snickered, “Master of the Sky?” The Rito shot daggers in her direction, before facing back towards the stable-hand. 

“Are you ever going to live that down? I was six. I think I’ve grown out of that.”

A bright grin grew on the Hylian’s face. “Hmm. Not vertically you haven’t!” They stood on their toes and used a hand to pat the feathers on the top of Revali’s head like a puppy. “I mean, you’re taller than me and I can still make fun of you for being a short Rito. That’s an achievement all on its own!” 

Daruk didn’t try to hide his laughter that time. Revali shot more daggers at the Hylian. Although no one could notice it (and he would certainly never admit it), there was the slightest creep of a smile on his face when they patted him. He responded with his own quip. “Funny hearing that from someone who awarded themselves the title of ‘Number One Horse Boss,’ don’t you think?”

Their cheeks flushed, their grin was replaced with an awkward smile. “I was nine…”

“Oh? Does age matter now?”

The two continued to laugh among themselves about things the other Champions couldn’t really understand. Daruk was scratching the back of his head again, clearly it was new seeing the Rito so carefree. Mipha also watched them curiously. Urbosa’s gaze continued to switch between Revali and the Hylian. She then asked, “So Revali, are you going to continue insulting each other, or are you going to introduce us?”

He quickly coughed and straightened himself out. “Right, sorry. Well, esteem fellow Champions, this is [Name], they’ve been working at Rito Stable for as long as I can remember.” He wrapped his wing around their shoulder, pushing them forward. “Say hi, [Name]”

Snapping their attention to them, [Name] turned to greet them with a beaming smile. They excitedly shook everyone’s hand, a bundle of wildflowers still in their other arm. “It’s great to finally meet you all! Revali’s told me so much about you guys.” 

Urbosa raised an eyebrow, looking at Revali. “Oh, what sort of things has he said?”

Before he even had a chance to stop them, [Name] gestured to Daruk. “He said that your optimism and laugh are very contagious,” they turned to Mipha, “And that you’re one of the nicest people he’s ever met.” Mipha blushed, Daruk had a grin plastered on his face. Turning to Urbosa, [Name] added, “And he said that you basically act as everyone’s mom in the group.”

Revali suddenly stepped in front of them, his feathers were puffed up. “AAAAAND NONE OF THAT IS TRUE OF COURSE. THAT WAS ALL A JOKE, A DUMB JOKE I TOLD A LONG TIME AGO. I GUESS THEY DIDN’T PICK UP ON THAT, OBVIOUSLY URBOSA ISN’T ANYONE’S MOM HAHA YEAH GOOD JOKE [NAME].” 

Urbosa put a hand on her chest fake offense. The Rito turned back to [Name]. “So you’ve met everyone now, maybe now’s a good time for you to leave and not say anything else about our old conversations, got it?”

“Oh! Wait before I go,” [Name] took a wreath of yellow wildflowers from their arm, “The, uh…the Rito children were making these flower crowns…I, uh…I thought you all might want some..?”

[Name] draped them over Revali’s head before he could object. The flowers were a bright, bumblebee color, with small blushes of white. It matched well with his indigo and white feathers. “See? Now you look, uh, pretty…” they said. Their cheeks were beginning to rose in color.

Urbosa took three flower crowns from [Name], blue, green, and red in color. She took the red flowers and placed them in her own hair. “Thank you [Name]. I’ll give these other two to Link and Zelda. He’s off somewhere chasing the princess near the shrine at Tabantha. So I’ll just give them these later.” 

[Name] nodded. Daruk took a pink flower crown, the salmon color bright on his white hair. It was more of a bracelet if anything. Mipha draped some on her own head, the pure, pearly white hue seemed to glow along with her other jewelry.   

Revali then took lavender ones. “Don’t forget yourself, don’t think you can escape without also wearing one of these ridiculous crowns…” He gently set them on [Name]. They mumbled a meek “thank you” to Revali.

“Awww” Daruk gushed, “you both look cute together.”

Revali and [Name] stared at him in confusion. 

“Uh, yes. The flowers are pretty…neat.” the Rito mumbled.

“Yeah,” [Name] whispered, “It’s pretty…swell…?”

Another silence fell over the group. Urbosa seemed to be barely holding it together, ready to snicker at any moment. But [Name] didn’t notice, they turned to Revali, slightly flustered. 

“And, uh, Revali?” He glanced at them with a raised eyebrow. “Since you’re back in town, maybe we can hang out later? Or tomorrow? Maybe sometime before your big Champion party, we could hang out at our usual spot? You up for it?” Their ears and cheeks were starting to red, perhaps from the cold…

The Rito smiled, “Yeah, I think I can make room in my schedule for it. I’m very busy, but I’ll make it work.”

The two just stared at each other for a moment, both oblivious to the other Champions staring wide eyed at Revali. Then [Name], broke their gaze, giving a forced cough. “Well, *cough* I think I should get back to work. There’s probably a bunch of guests I need to serve inside.” They turned to the other Champions, “Feel free to stop by and I’ll whip up something for you to eat! On the house!” With that, they cast one last glance at Revali, and then started walking back. The purple petals in their hair rustled in the breeze. 

“Uh, right. I’ll see you later.” Revali mumbled. He watched them walk away. “AND, um, Y-YOU LOOK NICE!” he called. [Name] turned, fumbling, and gave him a thumbs up, before joining the other workers inside the stable. 

Revali turned back to the other Champions. They were all staring at him in silence. 

“Tsk. What are you looking at?” he asked with a grimace. 

Urbosa finally broke the silence, half laughing as she spoke. “What in the hells did I just witness?” 

This cued all sorts of chaos in the group. Mipha started to barrage Revali with questions about his relationship with [Name]. Daruk was gesturing wildly at him, mouth agape, as if to wordlessly ask who are you?? How come you never smile like that when you’re around us? What’s the deal here?!

In the end, it was Urbosa who had to get everyone off Revali’s back. Placing an arm around him, she said, “Ok, now, now. Let’s leave our fellow Champion alone. We’ve been traveling for awhile, so I’m sure he’s eager to get back home without us all pestering him.”

Revali shook his wings and held his head in the air. “Hmph! That’s correct. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Giving a mighty flap, he summoned his gale and took off into the air in one smooth, fluid motion, literally leaving the other Champions in the dust. It seems he couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

Mipha turned to Urbosa with a teasing expression on her face. “Are we really going to pass up the chance to see how Revali’s gonna act around his obvious crush?”

“Oh don’t worry,” a knowing smile spread across the Gerudo’s face, “I’m not gonna let this opportunity go to waste.

- - - - - 

“So is it your title as Champion, or Gerudo Chief that entitles you to lurk on my property?”

Revali gave a condescending glare at Urbosa. While it was one thing that she had the audacity to visit him so early in the morning, he was mainly just embarrassed she had caught him with his hair still messy. She gave a smug smile. “Neither, it’s simply my role as a concerned mom.”

The Rito hopped off his hammock. He fitted messy ribbons into his braids, before wrapping a white scarf around himself. Glaring back at her, he added, “Just to clarify, I don’t need any additional parental figures in my life.”

Urbosa sighed. “Just follow me when you’re ready. I’m gonna take up [Name]’s offer on the free food.”

Revali clicked his tongue. “Tsk. I don’t see why it’s necessary that I tag along.”

“Just for the company, we can chat over a drink.”

“About what?”

“Well, I have a few interesting conversation topics,” she turned back towards the wooden stairs, a grin still shone on her face.

 “It’ll just be you and me, but I find the topic of your love life quite interesting.”

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In the Boot Pt 4

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The end of your shift came finally and like always the one way to calm yourself was to go mingle with your horses. So after getting home your sour mood was caught by Thranduil in his peek out of his room making you lean on your doorframe causing him to slink out of his doorway a bit more to lean on his. “You aren’t afraid of horses, are you?”

He shook his head with a grin having just gotten off the phone from a speaker phone conversation with Legolas, “Not at all.”

You nodded and said, “I’ll grab you some jeans and boots then.”

The grin on his face doubled following you to the closet where he ruffled through the stack of jeans for one in his size while you crouched to shift the boots beside his right foot. An amused chuckle left him and he stuck out his foot for you to size them for the right ones. Taking hold of the pair you swiveled on your feet and accepted the hand hovering between you and his thigh to help you up. On your feet again however his grin sank at catching the tears looming in your eyes when you flashed him a weak smile urging him to ask, “What is wrong?”

Weakly you replied in a tone you fought to keep steady through a tear rolling down your cheek, “We lost an infant today.”

Warmly you were wrapped in his arms with a hand gently folding around the back of your head while his other smoothed across your back freeing you to hold tight to him in the few minutes of tears you let loose. Closer around you he folded shutting his eyes to rest his cheek on top of your head, only to release when you had calmed. Slowly inching back and making certain to wipe your cheeks as you forced a chuckle and a grin, “Oh I better stop now. I can’t fall apart each time it happens.”

In his same soothing velvety tone he purred, “Any time you need to speak about it, I’m here.”

You nodded patting his side saying, “I better get changed.” He nodded and turned watching your path out of the room still patting your cheeks dry hoping to not smudge your probably already ruined eyeliner across your cheeks. As your door closed he pushed down his sweats and pulled on the jeans and found a pair of socks to add for under his borrowed boots he tied on with a smirk hoping he could lighten your mood out on a ride. Out in the hall he waited mentally listing the possible ways to do so.

Easing out of your sneakers you left in your closet you pulled your shirt off adding it to your hamper and adding your pants after. Wetting your lips anxiously fidgeting with the mithril and lasgalen gem belt around your waist just above the two piercings to your navel. A traditional marker of your devoting your heart and body for your One. Long since abandoned by most Nobles to follow their obligation to producing heirs and binding allegiances with blood and babies. A peak at the mirror hanging on the door revealed your tolerable eyeliner from your repair job after crying in your car after your shift still in tact before your eyes shifted over the belt ensuring it wasn’t folded.

Peering into the closet you found your favorite riding jeans worn by the sun and stretched just right for the saddle. Off the hanger you eyed the shirt your hand had landed on, rolling your eyes you pulled on the tank top, white with ruffles over the bust distracting from your pronounced bust over the floral flowing fabric over your middle. A bit dressy for the day, but with the heat outside it would help to keep cool. Bent down you found your favorite boots you pulled then tied on, stealing one last look over yourself in the mirror before you turned to join the Elf waiting in the hall.

As soon as the door opened his eyes scanned over you stirring a blush over your cheeks quickening your turn to lead him outside, allowing him to smile openly at your back, thoroughly awed at how lovely you looked even in your simple outfit for riding. Revealing even more freckles over your arms and shoulders strengthening his urge to kiss each and every one of them. The dressy shirt appearing to be more for a date revealed its possible true purpose at the wall of heat you had to pass through upon exiting the door.

Longer strides kept him at your side and his grin on his face as he spotted the horses, twelve towering Clydesdales in varying shades, one in pale speckled grey to a deep black with white patches. All moving to look you and your unknown guest over. The speckled one trotting over eagerly straight to you in your climb over the fence with a chestnut brother of hers following after curiously welcoming the guest.

In an awed tone Thranduil said, “Oh they are gorgeous, you breed these?”

“With some help, the Beorneon clan have a property on the edge of ours, we both share rearing responsibility though they mostly handle the breeding. Our lands are mainly their preferred grazing lands, we have clearer streams and fewer trains for their resting.”

Thranduil nodded, “If, you were to move-,”

You grinned up at him, “Rumil and the other hands could easily handle the lands. Though to be content fully I’d have to have lands for these two.” You said hugging your mare’s snout while stroking her brother’s. “Birthed them myself, the last pair their mother could carry before we buried her. Bottle fed from a couple weeks out, giant bunnies these two, always bouncing around, though they get terribly moody when I’m not around to care for  them and take them on runs. Bitten Rumil more than once out of spite for my absence.”

Thranduil chuckled eyeing the horses towering over even him, the brother eyed him and moved his head to bump his arm signaling him to rub his snout as well, “Well I could imagine myself taking a chunk out of someone if I couldn’t see you when I wished to.”

Rolling your eyes you leaned in kissing your mare’s snout asking, “How bout a ride Felienne, hmm?”

She bobbed her head and Thranduil asked, “What is he called?”

You grinned at him, “Moose.”

He chuckled, “Why? His size?”

You giggled weakly guiding the pair and him to the nearby barn, “More for his temperament more so than his size.” You caught his eye and giggled again, “Just don’t kick him or you’ll see why.”

“Who kicked him?” He asked to your back.

“One of our old hands. Moose stopped, dropped then rolled onto his side when he got kicked, nearly crushed his lower leg fully. He wasn’t even fully grown yet, I told them not to try and ride the pair yet.”

“You fired him after?”

“He refused to come back, not that we would have asked him to. The other hands didn’t take it as roughly as I expected, thought we’d have one or two follow suit, but they all understood these gorgeous giants are some of the kindest creatures alive, when treated fairly. Not to be kicked and ordered around, even when hauling, respect is demanded.”

He patted Moose’s side affectionately in another chuckle, “Of course. I can see how much work you all must have put into their care. I doubt I’ve seen any this large or pristine.”

You giggled again and moved to the rows of saddles, up the small steps to nowhere beside them you trotted and raised the saddle onto her back when she turned allowing you to do so. Next the simple bridle without a bit was added and you laid the rope reigns over her shoulders to rest around the knot on the saddle you sat on the steps to tighten into place. Another turn later and you showed Thranduil Moose’s saddle he grabbed and added himself while you added his bridle leaving a peck on his snout as you secured it fully. With a giggle you rubbed his snout saying, “Now, be nice.”

He bobbed his head and Felienne snorted moving sideways closer to the steps signaling you to stand and prop your foot into the stirrup then swing your leg over. In settling onto your saddle you heard your brothers enter, the three of them chuckling with their own black spotted horses behind them eagerly lining up for their own saddles in Felienne’s trot over to the hat stand where she grabbed your hat and passed it back to you.

With a giggle you settled it on your head then passed another hat to Thranduil, who added it gratefully and shifted his legs around the saddle far different than the proper riding saddles he was used to. Chuckles came from the trio coming up behind you already wearing their hats and with Felienne’s eager wiggle she started the path out to the fields where she was the one to begin the trot out into the open green ahead.

For a few hours you showed Thranduil a good portion of your lands, straight through the cooling winds picking up when you left the barn. Distant apple trees called out to the horses and you giggled ducking your heads avoiding branches until you reached the largest of them. Behind you the men watched you prop your leg up to stand on the saddle making the lowest branch at your waist easing your climb up onto the next row of branches.

Under you they watched and your brothers stole glances at Thranduil in his curious furrow of brows wondering what he had seen reflecting light under your loose shirt. The answer came when you reached the bunch of apples you wanted and you tucked them in the pocket you had formed with the front of your shirt revealing the belt and piercings underneath. Tossing down a full supply to your brothers on the ground around the horses eagerly inching closer to take the apples you had sent down for them.

Lowering his eyes over his thunderous heartbeat at the pleasant discovery solidifying his assurance of the image of your honorable soul and intentions towards yourself and others, casting off the demands of your distant mother to protect your One and future children. Biting his lip he focused on feeding Moose instead of daydreaming of all the plans he had for your courtship, including his insistence on a day by the pool back at the palace, tempting enough for his parents so they could see the path you had chosen.

With boots back on your saddle you lowered then hopped down. Walking over to the men who accepted the apples you offered and joined you on the short walk under the shade of the trees until a great lake came into view making Thranduil gasp at the floating wave of swans all preening and napping across the surface and around it. Their almost fully grown young crowded around the edges near their nests chatting amongst one another. Lowly Thranduil stated, “You were not kidding about the swans.”

You giggled as Rumil stated, “You should see them in the spring.”

Orophin, “Funny thing is, these aren’t even the largest we’ve gotten here.”

Thranduil glanced over at you seated with legs curled in front of you in your bite of the apple you kept for yourself, the sound of which drew the attention of a group of young cygnets that began to waddle over towards you making you giggle again. Haldir leaned over to whisper, “Mind your fingers and your hair. Some of the young ones get a bit too curious.” Thranduil chuckled sitting beside you opposite Haldir who chuckled at the smallest of them hopping onto his leg peering up at him curiously.

Clouds rolled in overhead as the crowd of cygnets got called back to the lake and drove you back to the barn again. Saddles and bridles were put up and you all split up hurrying back to your own cottages. Your boots hit the top step just in time as the sky fell out and rain poured down heavily making you giggle and lead the way inside to the kitchen. Thranduil picked the meal he preheated the oven for while you stood against the counter eying him curiously wondering if you would ask what had passed through your mind. This amazing man you had helped to heal couldn’t possibly have done something so possessive over your affections as to scare off the real Ned somehow.

Upright again he turned glancing at you grinning when he saw you were already staring at him adorably nibbling on your lip, “What are you thinking?”

“I have a question, I’m not exactly certain on how to ask.”

“Just ask. Anything you like.”

“I, um, you didn’t happen to call Ned, somehow, did you?” His brow inched up wondering how this was going to end, “It’s just, I’ve been getting these weird emails from him about my brother telling him I no longer wish to be acquainted with him.” You shrugged and he wet his lips taking in a short breath.

“About a week ago I got this message, on the phone you gave me, he called, he got the number from one of the women you worked with. And I understand it might have been over the line, but he stated he expected you to fly back out to fit into his schedule for another meeting. He called back and by his tone I thought hearing from me might get him to leave you alone. I never meant for him to start harassing you by email.”

You shook your head with a relieved giggle, “No, that, well he finally decided to leave me alone after the tenth ignored email. I just, my brothers, there’s no way they would handle the real Ned calling me without wondering who the guy staying in my cottage was.”

“No, I understand that completely.” He wet his lips again moving closer, “I can only imagine that would go poorly.” Barely a foot away from you he added with his eyes locked on yours, “He clearly doesn’t deserve your time. If there was any-,” The ring from his room made him pat his pockets realizing he’d forgotten his phone. “That’d be Naneth. I forgot it.”

He glanced at you then sighed when you said, “You must have missed a couple check ins, you go ahead.”

Quickly he rushed to the room hoping he didn’t set them off too eagerly in his silence, alone in the kitchen you heard him answer the call, “Naneth, sorry, we went out riding.” His conversation blurred from your attention as you poured yourself a drink only to abandon it and race outside into the storm at the sharp whinny from your mare. In the distance you caught sight of the problem, one of the tarps from the truck outside the fence had blown free and gotten wrapped around Felienne and Moose’s heads and front legs.

“Naneth-,” his voice cut off hearing your run out side and the door hitting the wall and the screen door slamming shut behind you, “Can I call you right back, there’s a storm and something’s up with the horses.” Before she could answer he hung up dropping the phone on the bed and raced after you, following your rapid dash straight for the horses grouping up at your shrill whistle heading for the barn.

A tap of your hands on their sides with calming Ancient Elvish words the siblings stilled from their frantic tugging, twisting and bucking. Leaning down you started to untangle the tattered ropes around their legs, as Thranduil reached you he helped to keep the pair still until you got a side free then he eased it up over Moose’s head holding it up to stroke Felienne’s snout until you had untangled it from her legs as well. Once free you led the pair to the barn while Thranduil bunched up the tarp he set in the empty stall you used for other cleaning supplies while the horses filed into their own stalls.

Inside the barn you sighed eyeing the siblings heading to the bucket of oats in their shared stall. A deep sigh left you at the next crack of thunder rolling overhead in your turn to head to the house again. The sturdy chest right behind you however stopped you in your tracks making you look up finally realizing your bun had been whipped free leaving your soaked curls loose down your back and shoulder at the hair tie in his fingers he eased onto the wrist of the hand he tenderly rose. The touch far softer than you’d ever dreamed possible from anyone, let alone this stranger with archers hands scarred from centuries of training.

“Your call-,”

“I told her I’d call back.” Those same fingers rose as he eased his lower lip into his mouth for a moment to nip at it. Shifting your hair over your shoulder again his thumb left a gentle trail from your chin up along your jaw. The longer he looked at you the deeper his affectionate yet hungry gaze grew, taking in each detail on your face he tilted back stirring a blush across your cheeks as your stomach twisted in knots, “I would really like to kiss you now.”

In a weak voice you stammered out, “But, you, you-,” your voice cracked and you wet your lips hastily drawing his eyes to them and then back to your eyes again at his thumbs next stroke along your cheek, “Back home, there, could be-,”

He shook his head, “I am single, my Naneth confirmed it.”

“And if you haven’t approached them yet? You could regret-,”

Inching closer to you he purred in a low velvety tone only drawing you closer to going weak at the knees, “All I would ever regret is never showing you.” Barely an inch from your lips he continued, “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” his nose brushed past yours as his hand cupped your cheek tilting it, “push me away.”

At your eyes closing warm lips pressed to yours, holding there for a moment then they inched back at your hand settling on his middle, but the gripping of your fingers around his shirt urged his fingers to ease back combing into your hair as his lips crashed into yours again. The first gentle kiss now melting into a fiery second with lips in a blind struggle to find a matching pace, abruptly it ended, however, when Thranduil was shoved away from you. A gasp from you sounded through Moose’s protective snort as his head looped over your shoulder and he drew you closer to his side making you giggle while Thranduil let out a weak chuckle seeing who had knocked him away.

He stood upright again at your arms circling Moose’s snout in a calming hug while his head nuzzled yours, “It’s alright Moose. Nobody takes your place, my love bug.” Again he snickered nuzzling his head against yours contently, gently you kissed his forehead and said, “Come on, let’s get you all dry.”

Each horse contently filed out for you to guide them into the drying stall where Thranduil helped you to brush out their manes and tails while you guided the dryer over the rest of them and brushed out their coats until they were contently warm and toasty with hoof feathers frilled out to their hearts content. Watered and fed you led Thranduil back to the cottage where you wrung out your hair and went to check on dinner after nudging him back to his room, “Go call her back.”

His grin deepened and he nodded walking backwards, “Alright, but I’m kissing you again after.”

Rolling your eyes you heard him explaining what happened and delved into a conversation while he changed his clothes. With the food not ready yet you went back to your room to strip, towel dry and change into a pair of shorts and a baggy t shirt, fuzzy socks were next and you made your way back to the kitchen to make some tea. Two mugs on the counter were set down through the kettle being left to boil. You turned to fetch the tea tin only to nip at your lip seeing it was down to the last helping, with a sigh you walked to the fridge to grab the dangling pencil from the magnetic pad to add it to the shopping list then left it to dangle to add the last two tea bags to the mugs. A whistle later you grabbed the kettle and filled the two mugs you carried to the table. The wafting scent of the food warned you to set the table.

Two plates, cups, forks, knives and spoons later you set the tray of food on the coaster in the center of the table only to pause feeling your grin drop hearing the cheerful one sided conversation he was having with his son. A quiver of your lip later you bit it and brushed your hair out of your face on your path out to the porch again.

Over the sound of the rain you couldn’t hear the painful reminder that he had to leave soon, that once again you’d be out here alone reminded of your every moment with him while he returned to his loving mother and child off, wherever he was from. Closing your eyes you focused on the sound of the storm raging on and the sound of the chattering horses in the distance muffled by the barn walls, forcing out the truth that for whatever reason he was growing closer to you was merely to keep on your good side or for whatever else he intended to gain from it.

Loud and obnoxious the next clap of thunder opened your eyes just in time for a familiar chest to press against your back, fingers eased around your shoulders in his purr, “Am I going to have to chase you out in the rain again?” You shook your head, “The tea is getting cold.”

Gently his hand eased around yours to guide you inside looking you over curiously before asking, “Did it hurt?” Your eyes met his, “Your piercings.” You wet your lips, “I understand what they mean, if that is your concern.” He helped you into your seat he eased out for you before he took his, asking, “Is that, what you’re worried about?”

“It did hurt, for about a week. Like a bruised elbow. And, I was wondering, you’re healed up. Any clues on where you’re from?”

His lips parted and he paused for a moment and said, “I haven’t found a way to ask yet, and Naneth, is content on giving me a bit of time to try and figure things out.” You nodded and he scooted his chair closer to yours gently cupping your cheek again, “I know this is beyond awkward of a way to start a courtship, and you must be terrified that I’m just going to remember everything and take off one day. But I’m not.” Shifting a bit closer to you he wet his lips and said, “With every piece of my being I am unequivocally yours. And this has nothing to do with you rescuing me. Had we met in the market reaching for the same pack of tea I would have been yours.”

“I don’t even know where you live, your name-,” his eyes locked onto your flurry of emotions flashing across your face, “You have a son out there. There are so many reasons why this wouldn’t work outside-,” His hand inched a bit closer to your hair with a stroke of his thumb across your pink cheeks.

“And none of that is going to matter when I get back, because I care about you. I will change what I have to ensuring I get to have you in my life if you’ll have me.”

“That sounds awfully close to a-,”

“I would like to have a date. I am asking you on a date. You, me, tomorrow night under the stars, I’m making a picnic and we are going to go fight off some swans to adore the starlight.” Your lips parted and he asked, “I’m not asking for marriage. We can go slow. Ease me back into whatever life I have back there. I have a job, a son, parents that are ready to scour Middle Earth to find me but are also willing to give me a chance to find myself first. Part of finding me is learning how to shape who I was into who I want to be with you. One date, please?”

His lower lip stuck out in a forced pout and you rolled your eyes turning your head only to make him lean in to kiss your cheek and purr near your ear, “Would it help if I let Moose knock me around a bit more?” Turning your head your eyes met his when he asked, “Please Princess?”

“How-,”

“Don’t be mad, I asked to know how formal of a wedding it would be. And it came out your rank made their parents agree to the union.” He shifted to leave a peck on your nose and pout again earning a smirk and another roll of your eyes.

“One date.” A victorious chuckle later his fingers slid over your cheek at your fingers gripping the neck of his shirt drawing him closer for a warm gentle kiss.

After which his lips met your nose again and he rose up grabbing both of your mugs saying, “I’m going to heat up the tea.”

On your feet you dished out the food onto the plates, now cool enough to eat, widening his grin when he settled back into his seat putting your mug down in front of you with his in front of him. “When did you want to ask your Naneth about going home? I can tell you miss your son.”

He sighed, “I don’t know. Any time after tomorrow night.” When you grabbed your fork he asked, “Did you want to meet him, when I figure it out?”

Playfully you replied, “I work with children, you really suppose I would be opposed to meeting your son? If anything I would guess your parents would object more to meeting me than he would.”

“They will love you.”

“I shoved you in a trunk!”

He chuckled saying, “Yes, but much nicer than the others did.”

You rolled your eyes, “I kidnapped you nicer than they did, amazing defense.”

Dinner was cleaned up and as the storm drug on outside you let out a yawn and both headed off to your separate beds at the late hour.

…

An early morning call tore you from bed without a breakfast leaving Thranduil determined to make your date perfect to make up for your missed breakfast. A hand off of the shopping list at his lonely helping of oatmeal to Rumil later Thranduil was back to planning while the trio of brothers were off to the store grinning about the supposed date their baby sister had. Wide grins spread across their faces on the drive through the town.

Rumil, “Picnic under the stars.”

Orophin, “Not a bad choice.”

Haldir chuckled, “Well you have to start somewhere, he was mugged and the land is quite romantic.”

Rumil nodded, “Wooed a few ladies out there myself.”

The carts filled easily enough and out of nowhere an extra armful of chips were added to the cart Orophin was pushing making their eyes turn to you in your irritated huff turning to eye the supply of popcorn on the opposite side of the aisle. Orophin turned to face you fully asking, “I take it something happened at work?”

You grumbled reaching for a box of popcorn way above your head Rumil gripped your hips and raised you up to help you reach it knowing him grabbing it would only irritate you more. You clearly needed a win, and even with help up claiming the impossible box was still a win.

“Lady Lo-Rienneal is being put on monitored bed rest and her security team would take up too much room next to mine so they have graciously asked me to take the month off, with pay. They will consult me if they find any openings at any other facilities.” You groaned, “Ugh! It’s Arnor all over again.” You kicked the wheel of the cart in a furious yet pathetically ineffective tap as you crossed your arms furrowing your brows while mumbling, “Stupid Lords and their stupid gallbladder surgeries, and Ladies with their, mining of uteruses and, it’s just all so stupid. Why do I even need the damn guard?”

Chuckling lowly at your adorable furious pout Haldir wrapped you in a hug and kissed the top of your head, “Because they need to keep you safe.”

Muffled against his chest their grins grew as you replied, “No one else needs a guard. Live their lives all willy nillie without need of a guard.”

Rumil snorted replying, “Ya, look where that got Ned.” You groaned against his chest making him kiss the top of your head and gently nudge you on to finish shopping.

Ten more aisles later you helped them load it all onto the conveyor belts to pay for it all, though in a stop after a bathroom break Haldir froze in his move past the long row of magazines. Smack dab in the center of the third row was the stoic darkly browed blonde currently planning a date with his baby sister. Sideways lounging in an antlered chair with his legs crossed in a long silver robe with a silver berry coated crown tucked around his slicked back hair with an infant of similar white blonde hair asleep on his chest. All over the title ‘Princes Abound.’

With lips parted Haldir grabbed the Elks and Crowns magazine apparently focused on the Royal family from Southern Greenwood, quickly flipping through it he saw that nearly twenty pages were focused on the Royal Family. Snapping it shut he moved to Orophin’s side where he added the magazine to his pile making him peer up at his brother when he spotted who was on the cover. The pair of them sharing an unspoken conversation uncertain of just who wasn’t being truthful in the match, hoping that you weren’t being deceived. With no care for the deceit being played on them at all simply hoping that you would not be hurt in this at all.

.

Out in the parking lot when the trunks were loaded you glanced between your brothers asking, “Ok, what’s going on?”

They all looked at one another and Haldir pulled the folded magazine out of the back of his jeans from under his jacket he passed to you instantly making your mouth fall open and instantly cover your eyes mumbling in your turn back to the back seat of Rumil’s suv. “That, oddly makes sense…Of course I kidnapped a fucking Prince.”

The three of them turned saying, “What?!” You climbed into the back seat and they all slid in after you, in a turn you managed to sit between the front seats on the back of the arm rest and stared at the cover inhaling shakily when the door was shut.

“Ok, now, you guys cannot laugh at me!” Wetting your lips anxiously.

Haldir said as they all scooted forward, “What is going on? Why would we laugh?”

Rumil, “You guys really just met in some random chat room?”

Oropher, “Why did he say he might be a pro archer?”

“Ok, I was in Arnor, on my way back from my last shift.” They nodded, “I’m in the garage on my way to my car, another car pulls up, there’s a van wide open. These Easterlings get out of the car, drag,” you peered at the magazine, “Thranduil, bound with a hood over his head,” their lips parted in shock, “I’m hiding at this point, and a cop car pulls in so the car takes off and they shove him out of sight. We’re not far from my car so I sneak over while they’re distracting the cop and lead him back to my car, where I put him in my trunk,”

Orophin’s hands covered his mouth at his chortle, and you continued, “And then I drove him home, realized he had no clue who he was, cleaned him up, and there he overheard Elanor’s message about the guy Ned I was talking to online-.”

Haldir, “So there is a Ned.”

The guys started smirking as your blush spread over your cheeks, “Yes, we planned to meet, he was screaming in a coffee shop so I just left. And Thranduil needed a name and you guys just showed up, so he, was Ned, and now I find out I kidnapped a Prince and no doubt by now his Ada and Naneth have found out where we live-,”

Orophin’s hands circled yours, “Jaqi, breathe.”

“I kidnapped a Prince! And we’re supposed to go on a date later, and last night he said if I meet his family he’s going to say I kidnapped him nicely!” They chuckled at that, “How am I supposed to break this to him? Just plop it on his lap? How am I supposed to handle getting him home? I can’t exactly just ring up the palace!”

Rumil, “You are off a month.”

Haldir nodded, “Yes, pop out on the train and, I mean his face is all healed, just take him up to the gates, they’re bound to let you in.”

Orophin, “Or at least him.”

You groaned and looked down at the magazine again and couldn’t help but grin, “That little squished face, and he’s drooling..” The guys chuckled and you were helped into Haldir’s lap to flip through each of the pages making you grin and giggle even more, especially the one with him wearing a baby sling on his back while he practiced archery with a quiver around his waist. “20 pages on him and his home life with an infant.”

Orophin kissed your cheek, “Let’s get you home and you can break it to Princey you know who he is.”

They helped you out of the back and you went to your car while they chose the driver. A low mumble left you while you set the magazine on the passenger seat mumbling, “Of course I go and kidnap a fucking Prince.” Starting the car to follow the guys home.

…

This was it, he was going to tell you. All morning he’d been setting up a whole evening in Southern Greenwood. He’d take you on a full tour of the inner city, complete with a stop at the giant Ferris wheel overlooking the city with a clear view of the palace in the distance. After which he had a table reserved at one of the finest restaurants in the kingdom, not one that fed you quarter sized meals for a fortune, but full sized portions of some of the most delectable meals you could ever imagine in one of the coziest little corners of the kingdom. All topped off with hopefully the river ride path up to the palace when he knew his parents would lose their patience and order you both to be escorted to meet them. They would eventually force an encounter, it was obvious they would, the Crown Prince would be home again signaling all the usual fanfare, but for the majority of the day you would be just his and he would be all yours.

Finally your car pulled up in the driveway and he nipped at his lip and exited to the porch seeing your brothers bringing in bags of food. Shaking his head Haldir said, “Nah, we got it. Um, you and Jaqi should, relax on the swing.”

He raised a brow then he spotted you and the forced grin on your face while Orophin nudged you to the swing leading the Prince after you wondering what had happened to you at work for you to be so quiet, hoping you didn’t lose another patient. “Jaqi?”

He sat as you did, turning to face you with a focused gaze on your face hoping for an answer there, “I, um, well, my brothers actually..” At a loss for words you passed him the magazine his eyes lowered to, “That was in the store.”

Instantly a smile eased across his face and he raised it higher admiring the image of Legolas on his chest, “Oh, that little squished drooling face.”

His eyes rose to you still holding his smile that flinched as you locked your eyes on his, “You knew? Have you known who you are this whole time?”

Shaking his head he moved closer resting his hands on yours in your lap, “Just a couple days,” he wet his lips, “I actually wanted to surprise you, today, over our lunch. I, in a couple days on your days off I planned a day to show you around Southern Greenwood.”

“But,” you wet your lips, “So wait, won’t you have to, go back right away?”

“Well, they would like me to, however, I plan on showing you around myself before I have to head back to all of that. I, um, I wanted us to have the conversation we had last night before I brought it up. Did work go alright? Your patients are all in good health?”

You rolled your eyes slumping against the back of the swing making him smirk, “A Lady is going on bed rest and her security will be too strict on top of my security so I’ve been given a month off with pay.” You turned your head to him asking, “Does your Naneth know you know who you are, or rather, does she know where you are?”

“Um, for certain, I believe she has caught on I have remembered more. As for if they know I am here, I am not certain. We are just an hour away by rail, no doubt it wouldn’t be hard for my Ada to find me here.”

“Great. So the King no doubt wishes to have such a lovely conversation-.”

His hand patted yours, “Ada will not be cross with you. I will explain it all to him.”

You raised a brow claiming the magazine you flipped to the picture of the King looking even more stoic and stern than Thranduil on the cover, “This King? His face doesn’t exactly scream hug me.”

Thranduil chuckled saying, “When I show you the palace you will see hundreds of family photos, all with the elusive smile of his. Or, just bring Legolas into the room and he will.”

“I kid-,”

His fingers rose to cup your cheek stealing a peck on your lips, “None of that. I will handle that. They will love you. Now, we’ve two days before our ride out there, first, lunch.”

You shook your head and flipped to the archery picture, “First, who, ever suggested this?”

He let out a laugh adoring Legolas’ hand out of the sling clutching his braid, “My Naneth suggested it as sort of a joke at first. So I could still practice archery and lull him to sleep. He used to love tugging on my hair, had to get used to aiming without being perfectly lined up with his tugs. Took months before he could fall asleep without being right against my heart. Naneth says that’s common in surrogate infants.”

“They’re so used to hearing a heartbeat in the womb, then they never hear it again. In the hospitals we have stuffed lambs with tiny clocks in them to help lull them off it.”

Thranduil spotted the pain in your eyes and scooted closer easing his arm around you kissing your forehead and showing you each of the photos then guided you inside to join your brothers for the meal. As soon as you were in the chair Haldir couldn’t help but chuckle asking, “I just can’t help but picture her trying to get you in her trunk with you all tied up.”

Thranduil chuckled saying, “My legs weren’t bound, and I remember her voice sounded kinder than theirs. The vanilla and apple scent didn’t hurt either. I did most of the work getting in.”

Grins spread across their faces and they stayed as long as they were able eventually leaving you both alone again. An afternoon ride melted into an early dinner and a film you sat through hand in hand until he left you lounging in his bed then came to fetch you when the basket was filled. Simple and casual you sat up admiring the stars arguing with the swans for most of it in their attempts to steal the food, after which you roamed back again and readied for bed, a time meant for rest but just left you restless and signaled his knock on your open door inviting you to his for another film. That night and two bonding filled days of freedom were all you had left, though unknowingly for Thranduil his planning did not go unnoticed and the King was ready to ensure his son was returned to the palace safely.

Pt 5

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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kissing & ass-kicking

LUNA-TERRA: Want to trust each other?

SATURN: Or is it more fun if we don't?

Heaven Will Be Mine plays the way that watching anime in high school used to feel. It's a universe of half-cocked social commentary and rule-of-cool physics, whose heroes carve reality through the force of their own belief. It is a big mess. I recommend it heartily.

You choose to play with the perspective of one of three women who pilot mecha in a distant space: Saturn, the hacker, benched by a cause she would die to defend, a former good-girl gone reckless; Pluto, a savant who credits her success to early struggle, a princess to a small sect of space-faring humanity whose big heart is paired with big power; and Luna-Terra, an ace pilot who credits that status to being the only pilot left fighting for humanity's return to earth, an arrogant heart-breaker and noted double-crosser. Each is associated with a particular cause, though your choices can change the ultimate outcome. Luna-Terra fights for Memorial Foundation, the remainder of humanity's intergovernmental space program intended to fight the Existential Threat, which, with that enemy soundly defeated, means that they have been charged by Earth with bringing everyone home to terra-firma, or be killed. Saturn fights for Celestial Mechanics, a sect of leftovers from the pilot program who want to become something other than human, replacing the Existential Threat that was so easily defeated. And Pluto fights for Cradle's Graces, a group interested in the contradictory goals of remaining human in space and colonizing the rest of the universe.

The reason that this last goal is contradictory centers on the game's incomplete considerations of what it means to be human. Here, the universe is ruled by Jungian-Newtonian mechanics, a kind of physics where all laws that determine reality derive from Culture and Gravity. To be human is to be subject to this combination of forces, but also to have the ability to wield it; the latter is usually termed tidal force, a person's ability to make something true, both physically and narratively. (Yes, the game is that meta.) This means that the difficulty in surviving in the vacuum of space isn't simply the usual physical needs, but cultural needs. The big robots that make survival in space possible are called Ship-Selves, powered by tidal reactors that generate the culture and gravity necessary. Such is the truth-making power of these mechs that it is impossible to kill another pilot 'in fact' in hand-to-hand combat; rather, one has to convince the other pilot that they are defeated, that they cannot recover, otherwise the reality-bending tidal reactor can always heal. Returning to the initial point, being human in space means not being subject to the cultural laws that define humanity, and yet still being human.

If this sounds like a bunch of broad-strokes conceptual mumbo-jumbo, you're right. It is. That's a lot of what the game is about. Each pilot, against the advice of everyone around them, while being chided frequently for being mistaken, engages in combat with other pilots, and those engagements depend on cheating distance and fucking with the story. They are carried by sheer belief, belief that often feels poorly informed. And yet, each woman is able to make the world in her image at the end, because it's the force of those beliefs and not the evidence that underwrites them that matters to making their outcomes real.

Those features linked this game to a particular part of my life. Adolescence, to me, involved a fizzing energy and idealism, a need to be important and to fix things and a sense that I needed to act on how I understood the world now, that there was an urgency to action and that it was important to trust my own sense on the matter. Anime, as available and translated in the United States in the early Aughts, paired nicely with that feeling. Whatever lore was available in the series did not generally strike me as deeply thought out; it was all about emotional punches, not from the conclusions necessary for the lore, but just from thinking along the lines that prompted it. In Heaven Will Be Mine, the conceptual line is about what it means to be considered human, what it means to have agency, what makes a person different from a machine, and what decides what is true. Merely thinking about that involves its own satisfaction, if only because those are all hard problems. And being thirteen, fifteen, seventeen, twenty-nine now, there was and is a sense that one could come against a hard problem, swing hard enough, and win.

The Existential Threat is poorly conveyed in the game; what I know is that it was non-human, that it traveled to earth, and that it was initially fought through an Earth-based force charmingly called the Scout program. (Sailor Scouts, assemble!) Though that force fails, the reason for the failure and the choice of a space-program to replace it are unclear. It's certainly true that the powers-that-be in the game decided that giant robots, that look like toys, which could fight as a way of communicating, rather than merely besting, would be the way to combat the aliens. It's true that the Scout program mainly recruited unfortunate girls who wouldn't be missed elsewhere, whose tidal forces were weak enough to engage the threat without easily besting them -- and those same young women were shipped to space for the same reason. Throughout the story there is a tension in the explanation for what humanity is doing in space; did they come to fight, to communicate, or to fight as a kind of communication? And if they can communicate with the Existential Threat, is the threat really inhuman? (And that, of course, is the threat to a world ruled by Culture. When your definition of humanity changes in a culture, everything else does.)

I'm bringing this up both because it is the central meditation of the game's protagonists and because it is the main offering of the game. Fighting "for real", versus really fighting, are opportunities your characters have, which affect the outcome of the various factions in space. Kissing and kicking ass turn out to be equally valid alternative communications with different comeuppances. I bought the game anticipating something silly and romantic where heated rivals make-out, and though every ending features feminine camaraderie, it is much more a game gesturing at how we convey our reality to others. That makes the success or failure of the game particularly interesting, since the game is also trying to convey a certain reality. Little of the shape of that world, of its rules, of why the protagonists won when they did, came out to me, and that's a kind of failure. But it made me feel so keenly that adolescent drive to take on the world, and it made me appreciate anew an orientation towards conflict: the willingness to fight someone is a way of recognizing their say in the outcome.

It could be a conversation, if only they understood each other. And sometimes they do.

It could be kissing, if they loved each other. And sometimes they do.

#heaven will be mine

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The ghostly maid: Love fishing

Nightfall befell the manor. Trevor was in his bedroom, sleeping like a baby. Suddenly, someone banged on his door, jolting him awake and making him fall of his bed. The boy opened his door and saw Jewely on the other side. "Jewely? It's two a.m in the morning. What's up?" he said. "You have a guest." she simply said. Jewely lead him to the living room, whereupon Pike and a woman were waiting. "Pike? What are you doing here? Who is that?" Trevor said. "Hey Trevor, this is my mom. Mom, this is the friend I was telling you about.". The woman approached Trevor and held out her hand. "Hello there young man. My name is Jane. I've heard a lot about you.". Trevor shook her hand and said: "Uh...It's nice to meet you.". Jewely suddenly appeared, which spooked Jane.. "Greetings, Manquer Jane. It's a pleasure to meet you." she says. "A ghost?..an actual ghost." Jane said as she shook. "Relax mom. This Jewely, Trevor's maid. She's cool." Pike said. "And a ghost." Trevor added. Jane approached Jewely and tried to touch her, but her hand passed right through her. "Would you like some coffee?" Jewely said. "Um...sure. I would love some.". She followed the ghost girl into the kitchen. "Pike, what is happening?" Trevor once again asked. "Your parents got divorced?" Trevor said in shock. "Yep." Pike nonchalantly said. "Well, why?". "Numerous reasons. Mainly money. My dad was always kinda cheap. I mean, he didn't even spare some to buy me a decent pair of shoes. Thanks for the new ones, by the way.". "No problem. Is that it?". "Well, there's a bunch of other stuff, but I don't want to get into it right now. The point is that my mom had enough and filed for divorce. Then he kicked my mom and me out.". "Oh. And you want to stay at my place?" Trevor said. "Yeah, just at least until my mom finds somebody new. You don't mind, do you?". "Are you kidding? My best friend shows up after getting kicked out of his home and asks if he can crash with me. How can I say no?". Pike breathed a sigh of relief and said "Thanks man." Both of them whoo'd in excitement. The whooping could be heard all the way in the dining room, were Jane was drinking coffee out of a teacup. Her shaking was causing coffee to be spilled on the table, which Jewely quickly cleaned up. The maid saw that the guest looked frightened and said: "You really should try to relax. I know that what you're going through right now is frightfully stressful. Believe me. I've seen it happen so many times to my former masters that I have lost count. You should be relieved to be out of such a bad relationship.". "That- that's what I...". Once Jane started to relax, she said "T-Thank you for your hospitality. Shouldn't have Trevor's parents have woken up by now?". "I've afraid they can't join us." Jewely said. "Why? are they on a business trip?" Jewely simply closed her eyes and sunk her head. "No...When did they go?". "I'm afraid they left when the boy was only 8. Bénissez leurs pauvres âmes." "So he's been living by his lonesome all this time?". "The servants do tend to his needs and I try my best to raise him. But due to his parent early departure, I'm afraid that the company his family owns demand him to have accelerated training, draining most of his free time. He has managed to find solace through your son, though.". Hearing this, certain comfert washes over Jane, as well as pride in her son. "I'm certain that Trevor has offered Pike a chance for both of you to stay here for the time being to Pike by now. I'm sure that Pike will accept wholeheartedly, but the decision is ultimately yours." Jewely said. A month has passed. Jane laid by the poolside, while a servant hands her a Martini. "Your cocktail. Ms. Jane" he said. "Thank you, Bellman. That will be all." she said. The servant walked away. Pike was looking at his mom through the second-floor window with a disappointed stare. Trevor walks over to him and says: "Alright Pike. It's been fun, but I feel like both have you have overstayed your welcome. I understand that you and your mom are trying to get through the whole ordeal. But you two have to move on. It's been over a month now.". "I know. I'm ready to go, but my mom is a different story. I keep trying to get her to look for someone, but she keeps saying that she's not ready to find someone new. I don't know what going on with her.". Trevor looks out the window to see Jane, then he says: "I think I know what's wrong.". "You do?" Pike questioned. "Yes. Pike, I'm afraid that your mom is slowly becoming something called...a golddigger.". "...What's that?". "It's a term used to describe a person who latches onto someone with a lot of money and leech of them.". "Oh come on. She can't be turning into that in just one month." Pike said. Trevor pulled out a receipt and read it, saying "1,500 dollars for chocolate. 5,000 dollars for a massage chair. 10,000 dollars for stupid shades And I had to cover for them, making the chairmen of my company question my buying habits. If this doesn't stop, then I'll be forced to kick you and your mom out.". "I've tried dozens of times to get her to try and meet people, but she keeps brushing it off.". "Okay, what do you suggest we try?" Trevor asked. Both of them thought for a moment, then Pike suggested: "What about one of those CEO guys you have meetings with?". "That could work, but we need to convince her to be with them.". "Don't worry about it, I got it covered.". Trevor and Pike were standing outside the meeting room. Pike was looking inside and saw that over half of the people in there were old men. "Trevor, what's wrong with you?" Pike said. "What?". "You told me that most of these guys were available.". "They are available. Some of them have gone through divorces like your mom.". "You also could have mentioned that most of them were near their deathbeds," Pike said. "Well, your mom is pretty old too." Trevor rebuttal. "She's 35!". "Well, what do you want from me? This is a much as I can pull off." Pike looks back inside and said "Okay, I see a couple of guys in there that look around my mom's age. We might still be able to pull this off." Jane approached them, wearing a grey business suit, saying "Boys, why am I doing this again?". "Because, uh..." Trevor stammered. Pike finished his sentence, saying: "Trevor needs you to fill in for his assistant in this meeting. The other one is sick.". "Assistant? I don't know." Jane said. "Oh, come on. It's easy. You don't really have to do that much. Right, Trevor?". "Uh, y-y-yes! It's stupidly easy to be an assistant." Trevor said. "And, it the least you could do. After all, we have been living in his house.". "I...I suppose.". Trevor and Jane entered the meeting room, where all eyes were on them. "Hey, everyone. Sorry that I'm late, I...I was stuck in traffic." Trevor said. "Mm-hm. So who is this women you brought in with you?" a chairman said. "This is Jane. She is my assistant who will be helping me with today's meeting.". Trevor sat down and said: "Jane, will you pass these papers around?", then got out a small stack of papers. After a while, Trevor and Jane came out of the meeting room. "Well, that was rather...interesting. I'll wait out in the car." she said. After she walked off, Pike asked "What happened?". "Nothing, that's what. I tried to get your mom to go around and nobody but one guy seemed interested." Trevor said. "What was the one guy?". "Well, he was this crotchety old man, who kept hitting on her in the middle of the meeting and wouldn't stop no matter how many times she said no. It was super uncomfortable.". "Do you got any idea's?" Pike asked. Driving in the limo, the three sat in the back, wearing casually fancy attire. "Oh this going to be so exciting. I've never been to a country club before. Isn't this exciting, sweetie?" Jane said "Uh, yeah. Can't wait to do country club stuff with you. Have you been here before, Trevor?". "Oh yeah. I've been here back when my parents were around. They used to take me all the time." Trevor said. "Well, I'm sure that wherever they are, they're hoping the best for you, Trevor.". "T-thank you. I don't really remember that much from my time in the club. But if I remember anything, my parents sure loved it. They even tried to buy it out once.". The three got out of the limo and went inside the country club. They entered the lobby and looked around, seeing the floral decor match the red carpeting, making the gold colored walls pop. "Oh my, It's like I'm in a royal palace." Jane said. "Yep, this place hasn't changed much...the flowers are new though." Trevor said. Pike saw a group of gentlemen pass through and told them: "What up, guys!". The group turned and one of them said: "Excuse me!?". "We was wondering if you'd like to show my mom around here?". "You "Was" wondering?" another one said. Trevor got in front of and said: "Pike. L-let me speak.". He turns to the gentlemen and says: "Excuse me, fine gentlemen. This fair lady of ours is looking for a night of pleasantries and delight. Might one of you exquisite men take this maiden and show her a momentous time?". "Oh. Why certainly young man. We would be delighted to." one of the gentlemen states. One of them grabs her hand gently and says to Jane: "Come with us, my lovely lady. We shall show you a spectacle of grand design and fancies.". "Oh my, how fancy. But I was looking forward with spending time with my son." she says. "Hey, don't worry mom. Well catch up later. You just enjoy yourself right now." Pike said. "If you say so.". Jane was whisked away by the group of gentlemen. Piek turns to his friend and says: "What was that?". "Oh! When you grow up around some stuffy people. You tend to know how to fake some mannerisms.". "Alright. What do you want to do?". "You know, from all my time here. I have never played golf.". Both boys were on the golf course, near the hole. Trevor's was lining up his stroke. He hit the ball and launched it into the hole. "Yes. I did it. How many strokes was that?" he said. Pike looked over a piece of paper and said: "23.". "Yikes! How did I get so many strokes?" Trevor asked. "Well, not even mentioning all the times you missed, you kept getting into the rough, sand, and water. You kept hitting trees which bounced off and hit you in the head. For the water, you tried to get the ball out by going in and stroking the ball out, which unsurprisingly didn't work, and I had to save you from drowning. And in the sand you tried getting the ball out using the putter. But you couldn't, so you got frustrated and just started swinging randomly.". "You counted those!? Man! Ah well, not bad for my first game, I'd say.". "This is the first hole." Pike remarked. Trevor sighed in defeat. "I don't get it. You said you've been here a lot before." Pike said. "Yeah, but I haven't been here since my parents were around. And I haven't exactly played golf before. I just watched my dad play it. I guess it's not really the same, is it?". "Hm, what you say we do something else?". Both boys were playing tennis. They were on opposite ends of the court, hitting the ball back to one another. As Trevor hit the ball to Pike, he got a chance to look up. "Hey, look up there." he said. Pike tried looking up, but the tennis ball hit him in the face and knocked him down. "Gah! Did you do that on purpose!?" Pike shouted. Trevor ran up and said: "No, no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! But look.", then pointed to the balcony of the building. They saw that Jane was having lunch with one of the gentlemen. They looked like they were talking and laughing. "Hey, looks like your mom got herself one of those guys. This might not have been a waste of time after all.". "Yeah, but won't this turn her into a gold digger faster?". "Pike, can I be honest with you. It might already be too late." Trevor confessed. "What do you mean?" Pike asked. "You said that your dad was very cheap and wouldn't spring for either of you, right? Well, I've been doing some thinking and realized that the jump from cheap accommodations to wealthy living might have turned your mom faster than I anticipated. Our best bet as of now as to just pass her on to someone else equally as rich, maybe richer.". "I hope this works out, then.". Some time passed as Trevor and Pike were sitting on the couch. "Why is this taking so long? Should that guy have asked her to move in?" Trevor said. "Will you calm down. It's only been a week. Relationships take time to forge. I'm sure that everything will work out." Pike said. Both of them heard the front door slam. The boys checked and saw Jane go through the hall in anger. "Uh, hey mom. How did your date with Remington go?". "It was just awful. He was so boring, always talking about his boat collection. When I told him if he had any other interests, he got all defensive. After we fought, I broke up with him. I need a martini." she said, then walked off. Both boys got back on the couch and sighed. "What do we do now?" Pike asked. "Does your mom by any chance swing both ways?" Trevor said. "I don't think so.". "Then I'm out of ideas.". Pike realized something and said: "I think I might have one more. It's not ideal, but it might work.". "Let's hear it." Trevor said. Both boys were on the computer. Pike was typing as Trevor said "Online Dating?". "Yep. Now, I know that online dating isn't a reliable assay, meeting someone face to face. But, we are running out of options. I've already created a profile for her. I just need a description.". "Hmm...how about...Woman seeking a wealthy man to have fun with." Trevor suggests. "Okay, but we need more than that. How about...Single mother looking for a rich entrepreneur with great looks, tons to spend, and know how to have a good time.". "That might work. We just need a picture of her to post.". "I got one." Pike said. He then uploaded a picture to the site. It was that of a young woman. "That doesn't really look like your mom." Trevor pointed out. "It was when she was in her 20's. I thought that posting a more flattering picture might get more people.". Pike posted the profile and said "Alright. Now we just wait and see how many people respond.". Three days later, noise could be heard outside the mansion. Pike looked out the front balcony, saying "What's all that noise?...Oh god!" He looked down and saw a mob of men standing at the front door, murmuring to one another. Trevor rushed to Pike and said: "Pike, what's happening? What going oooooh...Oh!...Oh...oh no." Pike looked down as Trevor was backing up. "I don't get it. Why are they all here?" he said. Pike looked back and saw that Trevor was trying to sneak away. He stopped in his tracks when Pike said in a stern voice: "What did you do?". "Um...Remember a couple days ago when we set up your mom dating profile?" Trevor said. "Yeeees...". "Well. I check to see how many people sent requests. Turns out, your mom is pretty popular.". "How many did you respond to?." Pike asked. "Um...all of them.". Pike was slack jawed as he said "All of them!? Trevor, there are at least 35 people down there. Are you telling me all those guys want my mom? What were you thinking!?". "I...I thought that we could go through them individually and see which one your mom like the most.". "They're not sheep, you idiot. Sooner or later, they're going to realize why they all showed up and start-" Pike said. But before he could finish. Everyone in the crowd started to throw punches and kicks at each other. "...fighting." Pike finished with frustration. As they saw the crowd mercilessly beating each other, Trevor remarked: "Man, all this over one woman? These guys must be desperate.". Pike, who looked stressed, said: "Maybe this could work out. They'll wear each other out and then we can shove them off the property.". "How did they get past the front gate?" Trevor said. "As long as my mom doesn't show herself, we should-" Pike said, but was cut off when Jane said: "What with all the noise out here?". They looked down and saw Jane at the front door, confronting the mob. "I'm trying to sleep and I hear a lot of you fighting.". The crowd stopped and all gazed at her. "Maybe they won't know it's her." Trevor said. The crowd started to murmur amongst themselves once more, saying: "Who is that?" "Isn't that the girl from the profile?". "She looks a little older." "But it does look like her.". They started to grow angry. "Oh no. MOM, RUN!" Pike shouted. Jane ran back in with the angry mob in hot pursuit. Trevor and Pike ran back inside and saw that the mob was tearing up everything in the house. From the walls and the carpet, to the living room and the dining hall. Jewely appeared and said: "Oh mon Dieu, where did all these people come from? They're tearing up everything!". "Jewely, do you know where my mom is? We need to get her out of here." "No, we need to get to the bomb shelter in the backyard. We'll be safe there. Jewely, find Pikes mom and get her there, pronto!" Trevor said. Jewely went around and looked for Jane while Trevor and Pike headed towards the backyard. As the boys ran through the halls, they saw the guys tearing through everything. In the living room, the TV was smashed, the couches were broken, and the paintings were torn apart. In the dining room, the 20-foot table was split in half and the pottery around it was in pieces. In the kitchen, food was everywhere, silverware all over the floor, and fridges tipped over. They finally made it to the backyard. Pike looked around and saw a garden, lawn decor, and brick paths, but not a shelter. "Where's the shelter? I thought you said it was in the backyard." Pike said. Trevor tipped over a bird bath, revealing a hole in the ground, then said: "It is in the backyard.". "You put it under a birdfeeder?". "Well yeah, it's underground so people can't find it. And hidden in plain sight. That mob of lonely madmen will never find us." Trevor said as he entered the shelter. Pike stood still, looking back at the mansion. Trevor peeked out and said: "What are you doing!?". "We have to wait for my mom.". He looked up and saw Jewely coming out of a second story window, holding Jane. They floated down near the shelter entrance. Jane was panicking, saying: "Pike, what's going on!? Who are all these people!?". "I'll explain later, now we have to-" Pike was saying, but he stopped when he saw some of the guys go through the back door. "Come on!" Trevor screamed. Pike and Jane rushed into the hole before the mob could get them. Trevor sealed the hatch shut. Jewely phased down into the shelter. After they climbed down, Trevor said: "I hope the other servants are doing okay.". "We are doing just fine, master Trevor." a raspy male voice answered. Trevor used his phone to light up the room and saw the servants huddled together. "Oh...neat.". "Will someone explain what was going on!?" Jane yelled. Pike sighed and said: "Mom. We-". "This is my fault. I was the one who brought all these guys here." Trevor spouted. "Trevor, you don't have to apologize. It was my idea to begin with.". "But I was the one who blew it out of proportion. If I had the least bit of foresight. None of this would have happened.". "What did you two do?" Jane said. "We used your name on a dating site to try and get you to meet someone.". "Why didn't you ask me first.". "Because we knew you'd just blow it off. Trevor said that if we didn't someone for you. He'd be forced to kick us out.". Pike said. "But why?". "Why were you spending my money on useless junk?" Trevor said. "You said we could spend it on whatever we needed.". "I meant like food and stuff, not tacky shades. I took you and Pike in so that you can maybe get back on your feet. I didn't think you'd turn into a leech.". "Trevor!" Jewely shouted. "Hey! You shut your-" Pike said. "Pike, stop." Jane said. She turned to Trevor and said: "You know what's funny. My ex-husband said the same thing a couple years back. I thought that he was being cheap at the time. But hearing it from you, I'm...I'm starting to think that he may have been right.". "Mom...No...No he wasn't. He was still a cheap tight wad. He didn't get me anything either. He didn't get me school supplies, so I had to make due with the same pencil for a month. He didn't get me a good pair of shoes, so I had to keep stapling my souls together to keep them from falling apart. Heck, he didn't even fight for custody over me. He wasn't right at all." Pike said. "If I may butt in. Both you and your former husband have problems. But you know what may be the difference is between you and him. He doesn't want to learn from it. But do you?" Jewely stated. "Yes. Yes I do. Pike. Tomorrow, we are going to find a place of our own. I'm going to get a job to help support the both of us." Jane said. "I'm sorry about what I said. It was out of bounds." Trevor said. "Trevor, sweetie. You have nothing to apologize for. And Pike, I don't want to get in the way of you two. We'll pack up and search for a new place tomorrow." Jane said. "You...you don't have to do that so soon. You could stay for a couple more weeks.". "No, we should really get going." "Hey. This is heartwarming and everything, but how are we gonna get rid of the mob outside?" Pike asked. "I called the police. They should be here any minute. They might have to bring the S.W.A.T team though.". Trevor, Pike, and Jane went out the front door of the mansion. Both Pike and his mom had their stuff packed. "Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Trevor said. "Trevor, we'll be fine. You've done plenty." Jane said. "We'll we be fine? Dude, look at your house." Pike said. Look at the entire mansion from the outside, the windows were broken, the roof caved in, and one of the walls collapsed. "Um...Well, it's nothing that insurance and lawsuit money can't fix. I'll just stay in the shelter until then.". "Okay, then. Tell Jewely that I said bye." Jane said. Both of them walked to their car and drove off. "Oh, and Pike. You're grounded for using my information without permission." Jane added. "Aw.".

#The Ghostly Maid #lillaxtrigger