#seeing them look at each other like this is making me giggle agh. great choice in pfps ty mar ilyyy

[mihai-florescu]

We're so cute

[thesoobfiles]

pregnancy pains – a. skywalker

Request: anon, Anakin Skywalker x Reader where maybe she’s giving birth to the twins and Anakin comes back but he’s not with the dark side? Also, I wanna make the Reader like Padmé.

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Representative (L/N) of Aiphos is the secret wife of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. Her Senator friends know she’s married, but to who they have no idea. She’s also 9 months pregnant and ready to pop; however, the stress of the war isn’t making her pregnancy any better. What will become of Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker and their child?

A/N: i really do feel bad when i pump out requests so late; but, please understand i try to write as often as i can. also, Aiphos is a product of my imagination to keep accuracy on all other planets in the Star Wars universe. i’d like to add i wasn’t sure how much anon wanted the reader to be like Padmé so i tried to give them a similar speech pattern and made them both involved in politics.

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“Here, let me help you.” Senator Bail Organa hurries to my side as I attempt and wobble out of the Senate meeting.

“Thanks, Bail.” I say as I accept his help, placing my arm around his neck while his arm goes to my side.

“You shouldn’t be flying at this stage in your pregnancy, (Y/N).” Bail reminds me as we walk out of the building and over to my speeder.

“I know, I know; but it’s only to my apartment. It’s not like I’m flying all the way back to Aiphos.” I reason.

“Ugh.” I groan as I bend over in pain. The baby is kicking again. Fiery little one, just like Anakin…

“Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital instead?” Bail asks me with concern, “The Hospital Plaza is just around the corner…”

“My water hasn’t broken yet and the contractions haven’t started, so I’m going to have to decline.” I reply with a strained voice, still in pain from the baby’s little kicks.

Bail stands between me and my speeder and grabs a hold of my arms, “Are you sure?” he asks, putting emphasis on every word.

“Yes, Bail. I think I’ll be fine; my husband returns home tonight and I’m sure he’ll take care of me.” I say to try and put Bail at ease. Earlier this evening, Anakin left to handle some Jedi business involving Master Windu and Chancellor Palpatine. He said he’d come back soon and I’m hoping soon is tonight.

“You aren’t the only one to worry about my safety; Padmé lent me 3PO so I wouldn’t have to fly alone.” I say as Bail releases my arms and my speeder is now in view.

“Mistress (Y/N)! How wonderful it is to see you!” C-3PO announces from the pilot’s seat of my speeder.

“It’s nice to see you too, 3PO. Even though we just saw each other before the meeting.” I remind the gold-plated protocol droid.

“Yes, but those meetings seem to drone on for eternity.” He replies back as he resettles into the speeder.

I giggle at his statement and look back at Bail, “Be safe.” He reminds me.

“Always am!” I respond as I walk closer to the speeder, “The next time you see me, I won’t be wearing maternity dresses anymore!” I joke as I sit beside 3PO. I hear Bail chuckle as he waves goodbye. I wave back as 3PO starts up the speeder and zooms off.

“Have you told anyone of the marriage?” I ask curiously. C-3PO and R2D2 were the only witnesses Anakin and I had at our wedding in order to keep it secret.

“Of course not, Mistress (Y/N).” He replies, “Your engagement is a secret only R2 and I have the pleasure of knowing.”

“Not even Padmé?” I ask for reassurance.

“Not even Mistress Padmé.” He confirms.

“Excellent.” I say, feeling a little more at peace knowing no one knows of our marriage.

“Will Master Anakin be there when we arrive?” C-3PO asks curiously.

“He said he would return soon; I just hope soon is tonight, but I’m not really sure…”

As soon as I finished my statement, I notice my apartment coming into view. The rest of the ride is quiet as we approach the building. 3PO lands the speeder and climbs out. He then rushes to the passenger side to aid me.

“Thank you, 3PO.”

“My pleasure, Mistress (Y/N).”

We walk inside to see Anakin meditating in front of the fireplace, the only light source in the apartment aside from the moonlight shining in through the giant window. From what I can see, he’s still wearing his Jedi robes and his hair is a mess.

“Hello, my love.” He says as he gets up from his spot to come hug me.

“Ani.” I say as I wrap my arms around him, “Did everything go ok? With Master Windu and the Chancellor?”

“Everything went…” He trails off.

- 10 minutes ago –

I came running down the hall to see Master Windu with his lightsaber at the Chancellor’s throat.

“You are under arrest, my lord.” Master Windu says. He suddenly takes notice of my presence and looks in my direction.

“Anakin,” Chancellor Palpatine starts, “I told you it would come to this. I was right, the Jedi are taking over!” He wheezes.

“The oppression of the Sith will never return!” Master Windu assures him, “You have lost.”

“No, no, no,” The Chancellor’s voice changes from smooth and manipulative to deep and raspy, “You will die!” He shouts as he shoots lightning out of his fingers at Master Windu. He blocks it with his purple-bladed lightsaber and continues to defend himself, but struggles to gain control.

Chancellor Palpatine struggles as well, to say his next few words, “He’s a traitor!”

“He is the traitor!” Master Windu retorts as he pushes his defense against the Chancellor.

“I have the power to save the one you love.” Chancellor Palpatine wheezes as his skin begins to change from the contact of his own lightning, “You must choose!”

“Don’t listen to him, Anakin!” Master Windu urges me as he pushes his lightsaber further in the Chancellor’s direction.

“Don’t let him kill me.” Chancellor Palpatine says as the lightning begins to stop flowing from his fingertips, “I can’t hold it any longer… Anakin, help me.”

“I am going to end this, once and for all.” Master Windu states with determination in his voice.

“You can’t, he must stand trial.” I reason with him.

“And what of Count Dooku?” Master Windu inquires, “Did he not deserve to stand trial?”

I widen my eyes at his statement. I’m caught off-guard by his reminder and am rendered speechless; he has a valid point.

“Remember, it was the Chancellor that told you to kill him.” He reminds me, “Why would a member of the Senate and leader of the Republic urge you to kill him when there was another way?”

“He-he’s distracting you, Anakin!” Chancellor Palpatine quickly shouts.

“Think about it, Anakin…” Master Windu urges me to take into consideration the situation at hand, “Does ‘he was too dangerous to be kept alive’ ring any bells?”

I look up at Master Windu and he looks back at me with hope and I look down at Chancellor Palpatine and he looks up at me with fear, for he said those words to me not too long ago.

“I can sense you are torn between decisions, young Skywalker. May I add that the only reason the Council hasn’t granted you the status of Master was because we were afraid the Chancellor was using you to spy on us?” Master Windu provides, “Once this ordeal is over, the Council has decided to give you the title of Master.”

“Empty promises, Anakin! He just wants to hinder you from making the best decision!” Chancellor Palpatine shouts.

“Make the right choice, Anakin.” He says calmly, ending his argument. I think about the Chancellor and his allegiance, about the Jedi Council and their decisions, and about (Y/N) and what’s best for her.

“I understand what needs to be done, Master.” I reply and step back from the fight at hand. Master Windu nods in my direction and quickly thrusts his lightsaber into the former Chancellor’s heart. He gasps and dies moments later.

- 5 minutes later -

“… great. Everything went great.” Anakin finally states with a smile on his face.

“That’s wonderful, Ani.” I say as I begin to feel something trickle down my leg. I step back from our hug only to double over in pain.

“(Y/N)! Are you alright?” Anakin asks, worry evident in his voice.

“Yeah,” I manage to say, “my water just broke. No big deal…”

“Oh dear.” I hear 3PO say from his place by the couch.

Anakin sweeps me off my feet with ease and rushes out the door. I grunt as I hold my stomach in an attempt to take away the pain.

He kisses my forehead, “Don’t worry, I’m taking you to the hospital.” I moan in response.

He runs to my speeder and gently places me in the passenger seat. He jumps into the pilot seat and wastes no time in speeding away from the apartment.

“Ah!” I shout as the baby continues to kick me.

“The contractions… Are they close together or far apart?” Anakin asks me and I respond with another proclamation of pain.

“Close together it is.” He says, somehow going faster than he already was.

Within a couple seconds, we are outside of the Hospital Plaza. Not the best place in my opinion, since this hospital is so close to the Senate building, but who am I to complain when there’s a child pushing itself out of me?

Anakin messily parks the speeder in the hospital parking lot. He hurriedly jumps out, rushes to my side and picks me up in his arms once more, running into the hospital.

“Someone, help! She’s going into labor!” Anakin shouts in the waiting room of the hospital. I groan after his plea and within seconds, a doctor and a couple of medical droids come with a stretcher. Anakin places me on the stretcher and follows them as they push me into an all-white room with various medical equipment.

The doctor stands in the doorframe and holds his hand out in front of Anakin, “Spouse only.” He states in a deep voice.

“Well good thing I’m her husband.” I hear him reply sassily. If I weren’t in so much pain, I might have laughed.

The doctor ushers him in, closes the door and shuts the curtains to the observation window.

“Agh!” I shout as I have been doing for the past couple minutes.

By the time Anakin comes over and holds my hand, they’ve already laid me down on the bed in the room and prepared me to have this baby.

“Push.” The mechanical voice of the medical droid instructs me.

“Well what do you think I’ve been doing for the past few minutes?!” I ask, exasperated.

Anakin chuckles beside me and holds my hand. I squeeze his hand with all my might to hopefully relieve some of the excruciating pain I’m in. He bends down and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

“It’s ok.”

“The head is visible.” The droid states.

“This will all be over soon.”

“The lower body is all that is left.” It drones.

“I’m here for you.”

I close my eyes as I focus on the sound of his voice and bringing this child into the world.

“It’s a boy.” The medical droid says as it hands the baby over to the doctor.

“Luke.” I say, still in pain. Something tells me, Luke isn’t the only baby I’m giving birth to today.

The doctor finishes cleaning up Luke and gives him to Anakin.

“Hello there…” He says as he cradles the baby.

“There is another one on the way.” The droid confirms my suspicions.

“What?” Anakin says, surprised. He looks over at me, but I’m too focused on getting this other baby out. This one is a lot less painful and comes out relatively quickly.

“It’s a girl.” It says, handing her to the doctor to get cleaned up.

“Leia.” I announce, finally done giving birth for the next couple of years.

The doctor finishes cleaning her up and hands her to me, “Congratulations, Ms. (L/N). You’ve given birth to-“

“Twins…” Anakin cuts him off with a smile on his face. He looks over at me and Leia and his smile widens.

“Why Luke and Leia?” Anakin asked curiously.

“I don’t know; those names just… spoke to me.” I decided.

“Luke and Leia Skywalker…” Anakin says, “has a nice ring to it.”

[trashyswitch]

3 Letters will make you Scream (Or laugh)

Chapter 2: A Giggly Father Needs Tickles

Patton falls into a GIGANTIC giggle fit, thanks to Logan's laughter. Now, Logan, Roman and Virgil must tickle the giggles out of him!

Logan walked up to the cuddling duo, and watched as Virgil lightly tickled Patton on the sides for a few seconds. Patton erupted into louder giggles, as he muffled them with Virgil's sweater.

"Come on, Patton! We wanna hear you laugh!" Roman cheered, as he sat beside them. he pulled out the feather he used before, and lightly teased the back of Patton's neck with it.

Patton threw his head back, to protect the spot. "EEE! heeheehee! Rohohohoman! Nahahat the Feheheather!" Patton yelled through his laughter.

"Aww! Why not the feather? It too much? Is Patton tooooo ticklish on his neeeeck?" Roman teased, stretching some of his words to heighten the teasing. Patton scrunched up his shoulders in an attempt to cover it, but his shoulders could only go so far.

"Oooh! Is Patton trying to cover up a super ticklish spot? Well I hate to break it to ya, but the front of your neck is juuuust sooo inviiiting!" Roman teased, before fluttering the feather onto the front of Patton's neck, near the Adam's apple. Patton was completely losing it! How was Roman so good at this?! Every little tease, was blush-inducing! It drove him INSANE!

"ROHOHOMAN! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE TEHEHEHEASING!" Patton begged, bending his head forward to cover up the ticklish spot that was being attacked.

"But I LOVE teasing! It's SOO MUCH FUN! Besides, you seem to be enjoying the teases and tickles!" Roman replied. His last sentence managed to get Patton's dark red face, even darker!

Soon, Virgil decided to take action as well. He moved his hands from Patton's sides, up to Patton's ribs. There, he started with the lowest rib and started scribbling his fingers on each and every rib.

"AAAAHH! WAHAHAHAHAHA! VIRG! STAHAHAHAHAP!" Patton yelled as his squirming intensified. Noticing Virgil's hand positions, Roman decided to stop the fluttering feather and put it away.

"Does someone have ticklish ribs?" Roman asked Virgil.

"Oh, you bet he does! Each and every rib is sooo ticklish, we've turned it into a game we play! Do you wanna hear about it?" Virgil pointed out, stopping his fingers and smirking as he stared at Roman. Patton's eyes practically widened to the size of dinner plates.

"VIRGIL! DOHOHON'T YOU DARE! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOOOHOOOOO!" Patton shouted with a wide smile on his face. Even though Virgil wasn't tickling him, Patton could not stop giggling for the life of him!

"OOH! This sounds fun! How do you play?" Roman asked, eagerly. His hands had come together in front of him, and he was practically bouncing in excitement, at the thought of a tickle game.

Logan's smile widened. He remembers the time he walked in on Virgil tickling Patton, and had helped Virgil. He had been the one who invented the game, and Virgil had been playing it with Patton ever since. As the creator of such a game, Logan was more than ready to join them when it was best appropriate. Poor, poor Patton! If it weren't for the scarlet blush on his face, Patton would've gone pale! The realization that he was about to go insane in a few moments, was almost as overwhelming as the tickling was!

"Oh! It's simple, really. Logan? How many ribs are in an average human body?" Virgil asked, looking towards the amused nerd, who was watching the entire thing.

"I believe there are 24 ribs in total, with 12 on each side." Logan replied, before smirking. "However, I can't be so sure, Virgil. Would you care to double check for me?" Logan asked, going into a teasy voice of his own.

By now, Virgil was over the moon! All three sides were just causing the embarrassed Patton to dissolve into a never-ending giggly mess! It was always an adorable sight to see.

"With pleasure, Logan." Virgil replied, before digging his fingers onto the first rib on the right.

"AAAAEEEE! WAHAHAHA!" Patton screamed, flailing his legs as best he could.

"One..." Virgil counted, before poking the second rib. "two..." Virgil's right hand moved up an inch. "Three...Four-"

"VIHIHIHIRGIHIHIL!" Patton shouted happily.

"Holy crap, Patton! You don't have to scream so loud! eight...nine- Wait a second...that's not right. Look what you've done, Patton! I lost count!" Virgil yelled, acting angry towards him. "Looks like I'm gonna have to start aaaaaaalll over again!" Virgil teased, before placing his fingers on Patton's first rib.

"WAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHAHAHOHO!" Patton laughed, kicking his legs once again.

"One...two...three...four...five...six- Patton, will you please hold still? I'll lose my place if you don't!" Virgil warned, struggling to keep his finger on the specific rib. Patton's laughter had went up an octave, and his squirming was starting to die down slightly. He was starting to get tired.

"Okay. Luckily for you, I didn't lose my place. Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten...Eleven...aaaaaand ready for his sweet spot?" Virgil asked.

"SWEET SPOT?!?!" Roman squealed excitedly.

"Yup! Aaaaaand...TWELVE!" Virgil yelled before digging the index finger, the middle finger and the ring finger into the twelfth rib, and wiggling them around. Patton's laughter had turned to cackling, and became silent pretty soon. His whole body was convulsing, and a gigantic smile was plastered onto Patton's blushy face.

Logan and Roman watched with great amusement as Virgil slowed his fingers. Roman had never known Patton's sweet spot was just below the armpit! Logan had been aware of the sweet spot, but still found it fascinating to watch them. Patton's laughing slowed to deep panting, and the occasional giggles.

"That is an adorable game! I may wanna try that sometime." Roman said, observing the exhausted Patton. Patton's eyes widened at the mention of the game they just played, and scooted himself away from the daring Prince.

"Thank you, Virgil for confirming how many ribs a person has. I was a little worried I hadn't been correct. But I would like to know: Does Roman have the right amount of ribs?" Logan asked, slowly glancing over to the new victim. Roman's eyes widened, and he started scooting away from the interested nerd.

Virgil eyed up the two of them, and immediately caught on. "Now that you mention it, I would like to know as well. Since I was the one to check Patton's ribs, would you like to do the honors of counting Roman's ribs?" Virgil asked. Roman tried to run away, but was stopped by a hand gripping his ankle.

"O course! That is, if you can help me hold Roman down. A strong man like Roman could need to get pinned down by more than just my one hand." Logan offered, before pulling Roman's ankle towards him. Roman came sliding towards the eager scientist.

Despite Roman's attempts, Virgil managed to pin Roman's hands above his head, so Logan could get access to all of Roman's ribs.

"Alright. If you keep still as best as you can, I'll be able to get this done and over with. But just like with Patton: If you interrupt my counting, or squirm too much, I'll have no choice but to start aaaaaaall over again." Logan explained, making Roman squeak and squirm slightly.

"Pl-Please! If this is revenge for my tickle attack earlier, I'm sorry." Roman attempted. Logan chuckled deeply.

"If I remember well, you asked for permission to tickle me. So any tickling you were doing to me, was because I allowed you to. However, I already know you don't mind this. So, I'm gonna double check my hypothesis, because I'm genuinely curious!" Logan explained, before a couple of his fingers on Roman's bottom rib.

"Nahahaha! Logahahan!" Roman laughed. Though he was fairly ticklish on his ribs, he wasn't as ticklish as Patton.

"What is it Roman? tickles already? That was quick." Logan taunted. "One..." Logan said, before moving up. "Two...Three..." Logan moved his fingers up. "Four...fi-AGH! Roman! Get off my hand!" Logan yelled, completely dropping the teasy voice for a moment. His right hand was literally stuck under Roman's turned body. He tried to move it, but all he could do was move his fingers in the one spot.

"The tihihickling and teheheheasing is driving mehehe crazy!" Roman complained.

"Already? But Roman, you're not even as ticklish as Patton! And Patton handled a lot more than this!" Logan defended, pointing at Patton with his free hand. "But, I guess if you won't move your body, I'll just have to..." Logan paused. A smirk appeared onto his lips. "...move onto the other side!" Logan said, with his teasy tone being used once again. He moved his free hand towards Roman's bottom left rib, and started wiggling his fingers. He watched as Roman's entire body jolted, and Roman's signature laughter spilled right out, as his upper body fell right onto his back. With his right hand free once again, he placed his right fingers onto the bottom right rib, and started wiggling.

"One..." Logan said, as he wiggled both sets of fingers on both bottom ribs.

"YYYAAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT BOHOHOHOHOTH!" Roman yelled loudly, squirming back and forth as best he could. His head was shaking back and forth, his mouth was molded into a toothy smile, and his legs were kicking as much as he possibly could muster.

"Um...Yes both! That's the only way to do this now! I can't have you holding my hand captive in the middle of an investigation!" Logan argued, moving both fingers up an inch. "Two...Three..." Logan said, moving up an inch every time he counted up another number. "Four...Five...Six...Seven...Ei-uh...Yup, that's right. Eight...Nine...Ten...Eleven...and Twelve." Logan said, finally saying the last number.

"Alright. It feels like there are 12 ribs on both sides. What's twelve multiplied by two, Roman?" Logan asked, digging into both of the twelfth ribs.

"TWEHEHEHEHTY FO-NAHAHAHAHAHA! LOGAHAHAN!" Roman's laughter intensified, because Logan's hands had reached his armpits.

"I can't heeeeeaaarr yooouuu!" Logan sing-songed, digging both hands into both ribs.

"TWEHEHEHEHEHENTY FOHOHOHOUR! THEHEHERE ARE TWEHEHEHENTY FOHOHOUR RIHIHIHIBS!" Roman yelled through his laughter. Logan smiled as he slowed his fingers. Virgil let go of Roman's hands, and moved back. As soon as his arms were free, Roman pulled them down around his middle, and curled into a giggly ball. Patton, who was still laying down, looked over at Roman.

"Now you know what it feels like." Patton said, with a smile still on his face. With the amount of air Roman had lost, all he could do was nod his head in agreement.

Both cheerful boys were carried to their rooms, and given lots of time to rest. As Logan put the scattered Uno cards away, Virgil pulled his headphones out of his pocket and started listening to Skillet music.

[ladyideal]

This Is Us Chapter 6

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 3392

Warnings: Canon violence, character death

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.

A/n: Sorry for taking ages to write this up, but here it is! Thanks everyone for patiently waiting. But y'all know what happens here.

Chapter 5 ~ Masterlist ~ Chapter 7

An elegant ship, carved in the likeness of a swan, flows through a river. Galadriel stood in it. On shore, cloaks were fastened around each of the Fellowship with green, silver-veined leaf-brooches.

"Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes," The Lord of Lothlorien spoke as he watched.

As elves prepared for the departure of the Fellowship, Legolas stood among them, shifting parcels into a set of boats provided by the Galadhrim. He held up a thin wafer for Merry and Pippin to see, as they sat within one of the boats.

"Lembas! Elvish Way-bread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man." The elf prince announced.

You rolled your eyes at him in turn, stepping back onto the shore for last minute provisioning.

"Every league you travel south, the danger will increase. Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin." Celeborn continued. ""Nor will you find safety on the western bank. Strange creatures bearing the mark of the White Hand have been seen on our borders. Seldom do Orcs journey in the open, under the sun, yet these have done so!"

You sighed. It had to be Saruman doing, that you were sure of. You paused in your steps, and looked down. Celeborn held an ornate dagger before you. 

"Le aphadar aen." (You are being tracked.)

You gently grasped it, and unsheathed it, watching as the blade glinted. "We can still finish this."

He nodded slowly. "By river you have the chance of outrunning the enemy to the Falls of Rauros."

You took one last glance at your reflection on the blade before safely sheathing it away. "It is time, Celeborn. Le hannon." (I thank you.)

"Alena," Haldir whispered, pulling the half elf into a tight hug. "Stay safe. Im mel cin." (I love you.)

They shared a quick kiss, before the marchwarden released his fiancee, and watched as she carefully climbed into the same boat with Aragorn.

"Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrien,

Yéni úntimë ve rámar aldaron!

yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier

mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva

Andúnë pella Vardo tellumar

nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni…"

(Alas! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,

long years numberless as the wings of the trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,beneath the vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice…)

"My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin," Galadriel spoke when you sat safely within the boat with Legolas steadying you. 

Ever since that fateful night, you had cautiously grown fond of him. Your smiles were less forced when around him, and your laughs were infectious. Love came hard for the elven, and when it did happen, it was an immortal kind. You patted his hand as the elven prince stared in awe of the beautifully gifted carved bow. 

Galadriel smiled at his thanks, and turned to Merry and Pippin next. "These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war."

Pippin seemed unsure of the weapon in his hand, almost trembling. 

"Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." The Lady of Light spoke with a gentle smile before turning to Sam. "And for you, Samwise Gamgee: Elven rope, made of hithlain."

"Thank you, my lady," He glanced sidelong at the blades held by Merry and Pippin, then looked up hopefully. "Have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?"

Galadriel smiled at him, but turned to Gimli, who diverted his eyes downwards. 

"And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?" Galadriel spoke, her golden hair shining beneath the poignant blues and whites and greens of the forest.

Nothing." He frowned as though he was changing his mind. "Except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time, for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth."

You grinned at his words, while the elf lady giggled. He turned away to face the front of the boat before looking back at her again.

"Actually, there was one thing , ah, agh, that's quite impossible. Stupid to ask."

Once his request was fulfilled, she next turned to Aragorn. There was silence for a moment. Branches shook, a spider web's glimmering strands swayed in the wind.

"I have nothing greater to give, than the gift you will bear. Take care of her well. She only has me left." She paused, looking out at the river. "But You have your own choice to make, Aragorn, to rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin."

He nodded. 

"Namárië. Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan ú-'eveditham, Elessar." (Farewell. There is much you have yet to do. We shall not meet again, Elessar.)

Aragorn nodded once more, turning away. Galadriel turned to the last of the hobbits, and handed him a crystalline vessel shaped like a teardrop, filling with a clear water and a shining light.

"Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star." and kissed him briefly on the forehead. "May it be a light for you, in dark places, when all other lights go out."

Next, she turned to Alena, who grinned up at her grandmother. "I too have nothing to give to you, as you have the greatest gift of all. Cherish it well, my granddaughter. I have taught you well, and I hope you may come out victorious."

You watched as Alena dipped her head, and spoke quietly in return. A tender smile appeared on Galadriel before she turned to the last member of the Fellowship.

You.

"And what will the daughter of the High Valars want?" She spoke within your mind.

"You know what I wish for," You spoke instead, watching her. 

There was a moment before the elf lady acquiesced with a nod of her own. "You have my word, Y/N."

And drew out a compact compass. "For when you lose sight of yourself and of the Fellowship. I hope that this will guide you in the right direction."

"Thank you," You replied, reaching out to grasp it, half in awe.

"Rinn- safelui bar." (Return safely home.)

A paddle splashed loudly into the water. As the Fellowship rows through the river, past the Elves onshore, out onto the river, leaving Lórien behind. White mountains rise starkly beneath blue skies and green trees. In the boats, Gimli talks to Legolas.

"I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Haugh, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me."

"What was it?" The elf smirked from behind you.

"I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three."

You smiled at the interaction, paddling along. Soon it didn't take long for Legolas to take over the owing. Before long, the Fellowship's boats passed through a canyon. Alena glanced worriedly at Frodo's boat across the water, as she gently rowed hers and Aragorn's boat.

"Frodo, look! The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin," Aragorn spoke, lifting his head, half-smiled and tapped Frodo on the shoulder.

Two, marble white, majestic statues proudly stood on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms held aloft, their palms facing outwards in a simple gesture of warning. Voices sang out softly in the light.

"Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!'" 

(Out of the Great Sea to Middle-Earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world!)

"Beautiful statues," You commented, laying back comfortably as Legolas rowed. Alena from your left in agreement.

"They certainly are," The half elf replied.

It didn't take long for the group to disembark on a gravel beach, a spectacular roaring waterfall behind. Boromir looks troubled, as though he was fighting a conflict within him. Frodo skirted around the Captain of the White Tower, looking afraid.

"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north," Aragorn spoke as he carried the items from each boat onto the shore.

Alena and Legolas left the makeshift camp to hunt for any nearby game. You and the hobbits started making camp, a little more cozier than just the dirt and sand for comfort.

"Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better!" Gimli sarcastically replied, dragging the heavier weapons towards where Sam was forming rocks in a circle.

"Frodo, Merry, let us gather wood for the fire," Boromir beckoned the two hobbits away. Frodo's eyes locked onto yours briefly, and all you could recognize was the helplessness, the weight of the evil ring around his neck, and the fear, before he followed after the others.

You shook your head.

"Festering, stinking marshlands, far as the eye can see!" The dwarf continued, although half of the company was gone.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf." Aragorn drawled.

"Recover my-?! Nooo."

"We could leave now," You suggested, interjecting into the conversation with a shrug.

"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness." Aragorn argued with a matter of fact tone.

"It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it," Your gaze turned towards the dark pine woods, with a dark, brooding statue nestled amongst their needles. "We are not alone."

"Where's Frodo?" Merry piped up, returning with some wood in his arms. 

“Didn't he go with you and Boromir?" You stood up, dusting the dirt off your knees.

"We got split up."

Aragorn turned his gaze toward Boromir's shield laying amongst the rest of his belongings. Then turned to you with that knowing look within his eyes.

Something bad was about to happen. Evil lurked around every crevice and corner.

You cursed loudly, sprinting after Alena and Legolas. Aragorn was hot on your heels, all the while calling for the two.

"Frodo?"

"Frodo?"

"Frodo!" Aragorn called from your right, rushing towards the hobbit. Before him was a high structure on the cliff edge, surrounded by the pines. A stairway ran up through its center, to a seat dwarfed by stone eagles on top.

You hurried to the other side of the hobbit, equally concerned. "Frodo, what happened? Where's Boromir?"

"Huh?! It has taken Boromir." The hobbit looked startled. 

"Where is the Ring, Frodo?" You asked.

"Stay away!" The hobbit scrambled up and retreated from Aragorn, who went after him.

"Frodo, please," The Ranger pleaded. "I swore to protect you!"

"Can you protect me from yourself?!" The hobbit turned back to you and Aragorn, holding the ring upon his palm. "Would you destroy it?"

There was silence as the breeze blew. Slowly, the Ranger approached the hobbit, seemingly entranced by the power of it. You on the other hand, grounded your feet into the ground, refusing to let the evil sway your beliefs.

The power was small, compared to yours, but the promises within still affected you. A trial, you realized a little too late, to test your very being.

Aragorn reached out towards the Ring. With both hands slightly shaking, he closed Frodo's hand over the Ring and pushed it back towards the Hobbit's chest. "I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor."

"I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand." He turned to you afterwards, and you nodded in turn.

Suddenly Aragorn straightened up, drawing his sword. "Orcs."

"Go, Frodo. Run." You grabbed your bow and an arrow. "Run!"

Quickly, you and the Ranger ran out from beneath the ruin and found a troop of Uruk-hai advancing.

Briefly, he tapped his sword once to his forehead before charging towards the nearest Uruk-hai.

You drew an arrow, and letting it go to see an Orc fell to it.

"Find the Halflings! Yaggh! Find the Halflings!" One of them chanted. 

"Elendil!" Aragorn yelled, slicing two more out of his away. 

In response, Legolas, Alena, and Gimli ran forward from behind the the ruin. As Legolas shot down several Uruk-hai, Gimli landed blows with his axe. While Alena sliced through multiple with her dual swords, you eagerly shot those that came too close to anyone. 

Across the way, Merry and Pippin hid in a space under some fallen tree trunks, before spying Frodo close to them.

"Frodo!" Merry hissed, gaining the attention of the other hobbit.

"Hide here! Quick! Come on!" Pippin indicated a spot beside him.

Frodo glanced at them, then sadly shook his head.

"What's he doin', Merry?"

"He's leavin'."

"What?! No!" Pippin lept out of his spot and toward where Frodo hid.

"Pippin!"

Soon, both hobbits found themselves out in an open. Several Uruk-hai sprinted down the hill, towards them and brandishing their weapons, teeth bared.

"Run, Frodo! Go!" Merry quietly spoke, before cupping his hands, and shouts louder at the oncoming orcs. "Hey! Hey you! Over here!"

"Hey!"

"Over here!"

"This way!" Pippin jumped up and down, arms flailing around.

As both Hobbits ran away from Frodo, the Uruk-hai troops followed with a loud roar of anger. Taking the chance, Frodo made a break for it, running in the opposite direction.

Back at the hilltop, you, Alena, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli continued to fight the Uruk-hai. In one smooth move, Legolas stabbed one Uruk with an arrow then shot it out at another. Gimli wielded his axe. As Aragorn stabbed one behind his back, Alena sliced cleanly through another.

In a hurry,, Merry and Pippin ran across an old stone bridge. At its far end, they stopped in horror as the Uruk-hai closed in, both in front and from behind. As an Uruk runs up to them, raising his battleaxe, Boromir came  charging into the mix, roughly knocking the Uruk back, and killing him with his own axe.

Yet more closed in.

"There's too many!" You called, slicing the head off an orc cleanly off its shoulder. Before anyone could respond, three loud horn blasts were heard from down the slope. 

"The horn of Gondor!"

"Boromir!"

Aragorn was the first to run down the slope towards the sound, but numerous Uruks stood between him and Boromir. The Captain sounded the Horn of Gondor again. This time, the Uruks rose their weapons, and charged at Boromir.

"Run, hobbits! Run!" He cried out, slicing through the first of many enemies that came at him. Soon you and the rest of the Fellowship followed in kind, shooting arrows and stabbing through the troops of Uruk-hai in a futile attempt to reach the Captain.

The captain of the Uruk-hai stepped forward from within the safety of his troops, and aimed a black-fletched bow and arrow before letting go.

You briefly closed your eyes, grimacing as you heard the gasp from Boromir, and the thud as he fell to his knees.

Merry stopped in mid-throw of a rock as Boromir, in shock. As the Uruks came closer again once more, Boromir let out a battle cry, rose, and swung his sword at one, who fell.

The Uruk chieftain growled, walking down the slope. He lifted his bow, and shot again, just as Boromir turned to look at him.

A black arrow flew into Boromir's stomach. He dropped to his knees again, gasping. Merry and Pippin still stood in shock, rocks in hand. You heard a scream from beside. Was it Alena?

He dropped his heavy head again, both gasping and panting at the exertion for air. Boromir stared at them for a moment before getting back up, and swung his sword at another Uruk.

 The captain shot at him one last time, in the chest. Boromir fell to his knees, and this time stayed there, swaying a little and blinking, as though he was surprised that this was it. His horn cloven into two. Merry and Pippin watched him, aghast. 

In turn, they took up their swords and attacked the Uruk-hai. "Ahgh!" "For Boromir!

However the Uruk-hai simply lifted them up and carried them off. Merry and Pippin waved their arms frantically. "Help! Help!!!"

The Uruk-hai troop walked away from Boromir, wholooksed on helplessly. The captain stopped before his foe, who defiantly swallowed and glared back.With an ugly snarl,the chieftain pulled his bow back, ready to deliver the final blow.

Instead, you and Legolas both let go of your arrows, one hitting the neck, and the other at the hand. Now angry that his arrow went awry, the Uruk-hai turned to you, not noticing Aragorn until it was too late.

As Aragorn closed in on the Orc and in a flurry of swordplay, sliced his arm off and then stabbed him through the chest. The captain pulled himself up on the sword, closer to Aragorn, snarling in both pain and anger.

You let go of your arrow, watching with narrowed eyes as it hit the forehead. Before the orc could respond, the Ranger pulled his sword out of the Orc, and hacked off the Uruk-hai's head. 

Panting, you and the rest of the Fellowship lowered your weapons. After a brief pause, Aragorn beelined straight for Boromir. "No!"

"Go! Go after them. Aragorn and I will catch up," You turned to the rest, whom swiftly left. Save for Alena, who hesitated, before agreeing with a nod.

Boromir, pale and bloodied, laid on his back. Aragorn kneeled beside Boromir, who grabbed the other's shoulder. "They took the little ones."

"Be still."

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"

"I let Frodo go."

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."

"The Ring is beyond our reach now."

"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all."

"No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor," You spoke instead, kneeling on the other side of him. Aragorn placed a hand on an arrow protruding from the captain.

"Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness; and my city to ruin."

"I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail!"

"Our people? Our people." He reached for his sword. Instead, you placed the hilt in his hand, and helped Boromir clasp it to his chest. "I would have followed you my Brother, my Captain, my King!"

You placed a hand on his chest, and smiled slightly at Aragorn. "Go on. I'll follow soon."

With a kiss on the captain's forehead, the Ranger straightened up, and followed in the direction after the others.

"Boromir, son of Denethor, Captain of the White Tower," You spoke quietly, grasping his hand in your other. "Listen to me very closely."

"Y/N?" He croaked in confusion.

You leaned into his ear. "You have fought bravely, honorably. For your friends, for your people, for your country, and for Middle Earth. You have done much to keep the peace, and I need someone like you in the future."

You paused.

"Sina na- vamme i tyelde, captain. Ni indóme cen- tye en-. Tenna i lú, phata hendulya ar n- at senda. Ni am i -iel -o i valaina manwë ar vesse varda. Let sina n-.       

(This is not the end, captain. I will see you again. Until the time, close your eyes and be at peace. I am the daughter of the Valar Manwë and his wife Varda. Let this be.)

Boromir's eyes brightened up at the recognition, and looked more at peace atthe words, as though he was guilty for earlier. He squeezed your hand one more time with the last of his waning strength in agreement, before closing his eyes. 

And took his last breath.

N- a captain an men. Yare dagor dagornath, tye are -esse maure, yondo -o denethor.       

(Be a captain for men. When Dagor Dagornath, you are in need, son of Denethor.)

Eats Everything: @asraime @mournthewicked @aspiring-ginger

[adamarinayu]

Now that we're on this hiatus, do you mind telling us what you thought of each episode?

Okay, I know I’m super late to answer this but here I am! I’m not gonna go too in depth on them, but I do want to talk about them.

Treasure of the Found Lamp!

This one was amusing, and I absolutely love what they did with Djinn. I’m so so so glad they changed his name, too, as “Dijon” always bothered me, even as a kid. Also, the story of the lamp was very heartwarming! And seeing Selene again was fun, especially as she had to run around and we find out she’s a terrible liar lol (so she definitely had nothing to do with Della’s disappearance, I think we can all finally put that theory to rest).

The wild goose chase aspect was funny, coming from both sides, and I still think the actress on Ma Beagle’s TV looked vaguely like a character from PKNA so. But Djinn did not pull punches and them Beagles at least got hurt XD

Also. It kinda has a “the greatest treasure is family” vibe to it.

The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!

As someone who loves Scrooge and loves Goldie, but is indifferent to Scroldie… I still loved this episode. It was great! It was also absolutely hilarious. And Gyro’s time traveling was amazing. Especially Scrooge’s sudden moment of realization when Gyro returned lol.

Louie’s gonna befriend Goldie! That makes me excited. I bet they’re gonna teach each other things that we haven’t even thought of (ie Louie values his family, while Goldie doesn’t even have a family. Maybe Goldie will officially join the Duck-McDuck family not through her strange but obviously antagonistically-romantic relationship with Scrooge, but through her friendship with and tutelage of Louie? Maybe he’s the one who shows her the importance of family and offers her a place in their family… it doesn’t mean giving up adventure, it just means always having somewhere she can call home, and people she can trust and rely on!).

I’m iffy about Jeeves’ redesign, and also his somewhat betrayal of Rockerduck, but I’ve never been like a hardcore fan of the two of them so it was easy for me to move on. I am curious, though, just how they’re gonna come back… guess Gyro’s not quite done with time travel shenanigans.

The only real gripe I have is Sheriff Marshal Cabrera. DON’T GET ME WRONG, I absolutely loved him. He’s a beautiful babby boy. But at the same time, he’s literally just. Fenton. I know he’s like. Fenton’s great grandfather (or maybe uncle, idk) or something. There should absolutely be similarities yes, but it felt like someone had taken the characters and placed them in an old west setting. That being said, I do love him, I just wish he’d been slightly more his own character. Like, maybe a little more like a mix of M’Ma and Fenton! Idk.

The 87 Cent Solution!

…….. You really want to know?

Okay, the episode was good. It was funny, and I enjoyed seeing Glomgold’s timestop shenanigans.

But the funeral scene? That wasn’t cool. I saw the “not really dead” twist coming, I think we all did, but no one thought to tell Donald? Donald thought that, so soon after finally making amends with his uncle, he had lost him for good.

And I get it. It’s meant to be a gag. It’s supposed to be funny. But it kinda really soured the rest of the episode for me. I hate to say that too, because it was a good and funny episode… I just… I can’t believe they did that to Donald. :(

The Golden Spear!

AGONY. Agony is how I feel about this one. Della made friends with the Lunarians! Actual friends! And then Penny made a bad choice, and Lunaris… damn you, Lunaris, you traitor.

All the things Della listed off, wanting to do with her kids and brother and uncle… they’re things the others have already done without her. That hit me in the feels.

AND THEN DONALD- AGH, I CAN’T EVEN. Poor Donald. He’s so stressed and his family loves him so much and just wanted him to have some peace. But alas, it was not to be. And now the fandom cries.

… Even if he really shouldn’t have climbed into that rocket but y’know. He didn’t MEAN to press buttons….

Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!

Della reunites with her boys and no one realizes Donald is gone. And we see Della trying to be a mom, and kinda failing miserably. But she’s trying, and she’s learning!

ALSO THEIR WOULD-BE NAMES HFBVSHKFCS

It really put to rest one of my biggest fears, that all of the triplets would accept her immediately (Louie showed serious hesitation through the entire episode, definitely coming from his place of insecurity that Dewey and Huey don’t share) and she’d be super-mom. She makes mistakes, and it’s acknowledged that she seems to be trying to be one of them rather than be their mother. It does feel awkward at times, and alien, like the boys are trying so hard to think she’s doing great when she’s really causing harm, but in the end when it comes down to it she’d do anything to protect them, and gives them the choice of letting her into their life. She doesn’t try and force her way in (as she kinda did at first, but came to realize this isn’t easy for them either).

Right now she feels kinda more like a cool aunt than a mom, but she’ll learn.

Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!

IS LUDWIG’S CONSCIOUS TRAPPED IN THE VAULT?! HE REACTED TO AND INTERACTED WITH THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE.

Anyway Scrooge and Glomgold’s parts were absolutely A+ hilarious. Della and Dewey bonding, they’re so much alike, but we see Dewey’s insecurity flare up- how he wants to impress Della, feeling like he has to earn her love. Even though she’s already loved them for ten years, even without ever knowing what they looked like.

Della has a moment of realization here, too. She looks down and realizes Dewey is in a dangerous situation. She realizes that Dewey is in danger. She questions if they’re doing something crazy, clearly thinking maybe we shouldn’t be doing this, but when Dewey quotes her “I’m your son, I can do anything!” she instead chooses to encourage him, not wanting to discourage him and possibly cause him to fall.

And then of course, her “exit strategy” thing. I honestly kinda feel like it’s a bit of an ass pull, but it at least makes a little sense. When you’re being hunted by a monster on the moon, you always want to have an escape route planned. Scrooge sees that, even if she’s the same ol’ Della she was before, she’s still changed. Ten years still changes you.

Friendship Hates Magic!

New Girl! New Girl! Violet’s pretty cool. At first she comes off as one of those “um, actually” people, but since I’m one of those “um, actually” people it’s pretty whatever to me lol. And Lena’s back! I’m super excited about that.

Lena gets a little jealous-possessive but who can blame her, Webby’s one of the few people who have always believed in her. And Webby spent so much time we never knew about trying to find ways to bring Lena back, to the point that it’s like clockwork.

The whole “being tormented by her own mind” thing was actually frightening in a way, and I’m just glad it all turned out alright. And now Webby isn’t just a fourth triplet, she’s the central member of her own trio. It’s great!

The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!

Admittedly another plotline to be seen from far away. A good episode full of secondhand embarrassment, but dang Huey’s LUNGS.

I love Gandra’s design and personality. It’s pretty durn great. I love it! I just have one gripe. Warning, this is a bit of a rant.

Why can’t we let characters be feminine? By this I mean traditionally feminine. Dresses, makeup, shopping, high heels, giggling, soft and compassion and gentle and things I’m not, pinks and lilacs, etc. Yes, Webby’s favourite colour is pink and she likes glitter and wears skirts, she is pretty feminine. But she’s the only one, besides Roxanne Featherby (Featherly? I don’t remember, and that’s only arguably because of her clothes), to be even slightly feminine, and even then it can be argued she’s not all that traditionally feminine because, well… she’s the bruiser of the group. Which there’s absolutely nothing wrong with! A feminine bruiser absolutely works, and I love it, but looking at it from certain angles…

Most of the (non-villain) females, besides Webby, show next to no traditionally feminine qualities- Goldie is the closest, when she dresses up for special events or for schemes. Which I don’t mind, per se, I don’t have many traditionally feminine qualities either, but you’d think at least a few would. The original Gandra Dee, who I am glad they changed mind you, was very feminine; she wore her hair long, wore dresses, enjoyed makeup and manicures, etc. She was traditionally feminine, AND smart. (even if I never liked how they drew her face (the eyes and beak look weird imho, DT17 pulled it off better), and I felt like she left much to be desired *cough*…)

There is nothing wrong with having traditionally feminine characters. There is nothing wrong with having characters who enjoy dressing up, or putting on makeup, or shopping, etc. The problem with traditionally feminine characters comes in when it’s done for sex appeal, or you have a woman running from dinosaurs in 6 inch heels (yeah I’m calling that out) or there’s a feminine character there only to be dragged on by the others for their feminine characteristics.

Anyway, rant about that over. I still love what they did with Gandra, but I’m just noticing this trend where female characters aren’t being allowed to like traditionally feminine things. Yeah, there are absolutely a lot of girls who don’t, but there’s probably an equal amount who do! And there’s nothing wrong with showing a competent, traditionally feminine character. :/

The Duck Knight Returns!

DARKWING DUCK DARKWING DUCK DARKWING DUCK NEGADUCK AAAAAAAA

Need I say more?

Okay, Launchpad is a sweetheart and let’s be honest, we knew the moment we saw him that the other guy at the signing was Drake Mallard.

I love that they kept the “Darkwing Duck inspires Drake Mallard to become Darkwing Duck” aspect of DW’s origin story, while twisting it around so that time travel and paradoxes don’t occur. Also! We still get Jim Cummings as Negaduck, while also getting a new VA for Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck- someone who does a pretty good job at sounding like them, too. So now Negaduck, who is no longer Darkwing/Drake Mallard from an alternate universe, has his own distinguishable voice!

… And I still think Negs is gonna have an unhealthy obsession with Launchpad, thanks to the “my fan” comment. I figure that’s how we’ll get Nega Launchpad, but who knows! There’s so many possibilities!

Anyway Gosalyn, yesterday please. Gimme.

[blog-in-a-corner]

TSOTBL - Blurred Perception

I was able to post this on time yeehaw!

It was a beautiful, fresh morning at the lodge. Although the snow was only getting thicker, and the cold was ever so vicious, there was something nice about the warmth inside the lodge. A kind of winter coziness.

Garroth walked out of his room, still in his pajamas. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms out a bit and yawned, he hadn’t been feeling well the past few days and tried to stay in his room for the most part, but he figured it was time for some fresh air. He went down the stairs and sat by the fireplace. He took a few deep breaths as he relaxed in the familiar warmth of the fire. He sat back and reminisced about all of his childhood winters, how often he and his brothers would play in the snow when there was not much else to do.

“It’s only 5am huh….” Garroth muttered to himself.

Good. The earlier he got up the more likely it was that he wouldn’t have to see...Zane.

Garroth took a deep breath, and stood up. He walked to the windows and looked outside. Although it was still kinda dark outside and the windows were frosted, there was enough light for Garroth to make out the trees and plants outside.

“The snow is so pretty.” He thought, gazing out the window.

Growing up Garroth had always loved the winter. The warmth of a fire, the cold winds, the snow, the variety of smells you couldn’t get from any other time of the year. It was without a doubt his favorite season. How unfortunate that he should be feeling so unhappy before the end of his favorite time of year.

“Spring is gonna be soon huh....in about two weeks.” Garroth spoke to himself, looking glumly out the window, proceeding to look away from the window. “And dad will be here and...Zane can finally leave...and I...and he can be much happier...” Garroth sighed, as single tear trailed down his cheek.

Just then, Garroth heard a noise come from the stairs that caught his attention. He instantly looked back to see what it was. It was Aphmau, still in her pajamas.

“Aphmau? What are you doing up so early?” Garroth asked, walking to Aphmau. “Oh, I just got up kinda early and couldn’t fall back asleep. What about you?” Aphmau explained, playing with her hair. “I...wasn’t really able to sleep much last night. I got tired of lying in bed so I got up once there was enough light out….” Garroth said, looking back to the window. “Ah I get you....” Aphmau mumbled, as she walked to the fireplace and sat by it. “Gosh it’s so cold, I don’t know how you guys put up with it!” She whisper-shouted. “Heh, I guess it’s something you have grow up with to get use to…” Garroth muttered, sitting down next to Aphmau.

They both sat quietly with each other by the fireplace, and soaked in the warmth of the fire. It was a nice silence, not one of isolation and loneliness, but a quiet time as a change of pace with everything that has happened recently. Aphmau huddled closer to her childhood friend, and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind, it was something she always did to all of her friends, especially because the only person she’s ever met in her life that was shorter than her, was her mom. Garroth let out a deep sigh, as he made a glum expression.

“Is something wrong Garroth?” Aphmau asked, changing her attention from the fire to him. “I’m fine….” Garroth sighed, still keeping his eyes on the fire. “Are you sure? You've seemed a bit off since yesterday…” She added, nudging his arm a bit. “I'm fine. Aphmau.” “But ever since yesterday you've been-” “So how has the situation with Aaron been.” Garroth cut off Aphmau, quickly changing the subject. “Oh, erm, things have been...I..I don’t know. Just….the break up has been harder to deal with then I thought…” Aphmau mumbled, moving her head off Garroth. “I thought you guys were just taking time apart...?” Garroth asked in confusion. “Ughh I don’t even know anymore...this whole thing’s been so damn confusing and just….” Aphmau trailed off, getting up from the floor. “I don’t know anymore…Aaron is, honestly just so great and wonderful, and I’m just...me, I guess….”

Garroth went silent for a moment.

“Well, I think you're nice...” Garroth assured his friend, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I...understand what you’re going through right now and...I know these things are hard to talk about and, well, I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you okay?” “Thanks Garroth…” Aphmau said happily, hugging Garroth. “I’ve got your back too y’know! If you ever need to vent out…” “Aw, well I’m never sad so you’ll never have to worry about that!” Garroth insisted, y’know, like a liar. “I’ve seen you cry!” Aphmau retorted in a teasing manner. “When we watch disney movies!” “Same difference!” She giggled.

The two shared a hug.

“Man we need to hang out more, I can't remember the last time it was just you, me, and Laurance just sitting around and playing video games. Y'know like back in the good ol’ days.” Aphmau commented. “Yeah that's right huh, we should all try to hang together again...you, uh, wanna walk outside for a bit?” Garroth asked Aphmau, gesturing to the door. “Are you kidding? It’s freezing! Plus, what if wolves eat us?!” Aphmau replied in horror. “Just throw on a coat! Besides the suns come out a bit more and I doubt any wolves are gonna eat us.” Garroth chuckled, insisting that Aphmau come with him outside. “Okay, Okay. Just give me a second.” Aphmau gave in, walking back to her room to grab her coat.

Once Aphmau was ready, she and Garroth walked out of the lodge. They looked around them and admired the scenery.

“Everything out here is so pretty...don’t you agree Aphmau?” Garroth commented, taking in a deep breath, of the fresh morning air. “Y-yeah!” Aphmau stuttered, as she was so could her teeth were chattering. “Are you chilly?” “Chilly. You call it chilly.” Aphmau responded with a straight face. “Okay so maybe not chilly but… you’re definitely freezing.” “Really? I thought it was pretty warm out…” “YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! Now here let me help warm you up a bit.” Garroth laughed, trapping her in a hug. “hEY!” “THERE. NOW YOU CAN’T BE COLD SO YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN!!” Garroth shouted, shaking Aphmau around. “LET ME GO YOU DUMMY!” She yelled, throwing her body hard enough to the side to make them both fall. “Oof...!” Garroth uttered, falling to the snow and dropping Aphmau, who also fell in the process. “Agh! Garroth, are you okay?!” Aphmau asked in concern. “I’m fine…” Garroth muttered, getting up from the ground. “But you won’t be!” He shouted, throwing a snowball at Aphmau. “OOOOW! FINE, YOU WANNA WAR? THEN YOU’RE GETTING A WAR!” Aphmau yelled, proceeding to make a snowball and throwing it at Garroth. “YOU’RE ON!”

They continued to have a snowball fight-well, more of a snowball war, but they laughed and laughed, pelting each other with snowballs.

“IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?” Aphmau coughed, preparing another snowball. “C’MON APH, YOU’RE COUGHING, THE COLD AIR IS GONNA GET YOU SICK JUST SURRENDER!” Garroth insisted, throwing yet another snowball at Aphmau. “I’LL NEVER SURRENDER!” Aphmau yelled, coughing in between her words. “THEN YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.” Garroth shouted, walking towards Aphmau as she pelted him with snowballs. “AHHH NO!” Aphmau coughed in distress, as Garroth came closer. “WE CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY, OR THE HARD WAY…” Garroth told Aphmau, cornering her.

Aphmau went silent, giving thought to Garroth’s words and looking around herself. “.... I'll do it the hard way.” Aphmau mumbled, as she began to run away.

“NOT SO FAST!” Garroth yelled, tackling Aphmau to the ground. “-NO!” Aphmau screamed, trying to squirm away.

“I’M SORRY APH I’M NOT LETTING ONE OF MY FRIENDS DIE OF LIKE, PHUNEUMONINIA OR SOMETHING!” Garroth explained, carrying Aphmau over his shoulder and walking inside. “IT'S PRONOUNCED PNEUMONIA.” “WHATEVER.”

As the two of them walked back inside they were greeted by a familiar face.

“Oh hey you guys! I was wondering what sounded like bloody murder out there.” Aaron greeted the two. “Hey Aaron, what are you doing up so early?” Aphmau questioned him. “What are you doing up so early? You always sleep in.” Aaron replied. “Early to bed, early to wake, makes a lady smart, pretty, and great!” Aphmau retorted. “Early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy but socially dead.” Aaron added. “Oh shuddup!” Aphmau chuckled. “Ha, well anyways you two start getting dressed, we have a busy day ahead of us.” Aaron insisted. “Okay!” Garroth and Aphmau said in unison.

The two walked back upstairs.

“Hey... Garroth?” Aphmau asked. “Yeah?” “I’m really glad we’re friends…” “Thats, uh, that's...nice.” Garroth uttered, walking into his room. He grabbed the book he had been so infatuated with for the past few days and stared at it. “I don't know...”