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Hearts of fire, souls of ice	By : Nuredhel Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 2339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, what is this power Nireariel is both blessed and cursed with, what lays behind it? And how will it affect her relationship with the king? This chapter contains some more mature scenes so adult, just to be safe. Nothing graphic but…Things are heating up, and dark plans are being spun in secret.
Chapter Eight: Truth be told

Thranduil was trying to concentrate on doing his job, he was walking towards the healing ward in order to check up on the condition of the wounded warriors. From what he had been told they had been critically hurt and he was worried that more would die. To lose one fellow warrior was terrible, to lose more of them was a tragedy. They had no lives to spare, ever. He stopped at the doors and prepared himself for the worse, put up a serious expression and then he opened the doors. There were lot of activity but it stopped as soon as the king entered, they all bowed to him and he could spot Poicano standing by a table obviously busy with something. The healer turned around and swallowed, he looked a bit pale and Thranduil swallowed hard and prepared himself. “Poicano, how are our warriors doing?”
The healer had a peculiar expression on his face, he looked rather incredulous and bowed slightly. “Come here my liege and see for yourself”
Thranduil frowned, what was this? The healer never acted thus before?
He followed Poicano towards the beds and he was shocked to see four apparently very healthy young warriors who stared at him with huge eyes and tried to bow whilst in bed. None of them appeared to be in pain or discomfort and Poicano stared at the floor. “What is this? What has happened? Weren’t these ellyn close to death?”
He turned around, one of the ellyn stared at him and his eyes were shining. “My king, she saved us, the white lady, she sang to us and we were healed.”
Thranduil just gasped and Poicano sighed, he still stared at the floors as if they were to unravel some ancient mystery right before his eyes. “The white lady? Don’t tell me that…”
Poicano grimaced. “Yes, Nireariel healed them, all four of them. They are perfectly well, I have just kept them here to make sure that they doesn’t go right to the wine cellar and starts celebrating their second chance a little too hard.”
Thranduil felt a sudden need to sit down but he managed to remain upright. “How is that possible? I have never heard of healers able to do that, by song?”
He remembered the weird song he had heard and suddenly he knew it was her he had heard, through the bond he was already starting to create with her.
Poicano nodded slowly. “I have heard of this gift my lord, it is as ancient as this world itself and extremely rare and powerful, and dangerous. Not in the least for the one who wields it!”
Thranduil felt a surge of panic rush through him. “Is she alright? Please tell me!”
Poicano nodded. “She is, her father got to her right in time before she gave them too much of her own life to survive.”
Thranduil whimpered, he felt dizzy. He had almost lost her and he hadn’t even been aware of it, it shocked him to the core. “How is it possible for anyone to have such powers?”
Poicano bit his teeth together. “Her father told me the truth about her this day, or at least a little of it. I could of course reveal it also to you but it would not be fair, I think you deserve to hear that from her or her father, not from me. But I will tell you one thing my king, she is far more powerful than anyone else alive, the last of her kind. Nobody should ever tell her that she is unworthy of you because it is we who are unworthy of having her here with us.”
Thranduil could tell from Poicano’s face that the healer was unable to speak of this so he did not pursue the matter further. He just smiled and felt a deep sensation of gratitude. “She saved four of our warriors from certain death, how can I be anything but grateful? How can anyone? Tell them all who it was, explain to everybody what a treasure we are blessed to harbor among us. “
Poicano nodded and hid a small grin. “My lord, tell me, will you still ask for her attention?”
Thranduil nodded firmly. “Now more than ever my good ellon, now more than ever!”
He went to his study and sat down, wrote a small note. He gave it to one of his personal servants and told the ellon to bring it to Nireariel first thing in the morning. He needed to talk to her, needed to see that she really was ok, and he needed to vent this overwhelming feeling of worship. He had started to suspect who and what she really was.
Nireariel was sleeping again and she had eaten some more too, Astar was staying in the room and he knew that rumors had started to spread. He just hoped that this would be positive, that the others there started to look at her with respect. He prayed that they would be able to see how bright her light was and how caring her fea and heart were. Astar had almost fallen asleep in his chair when there was a knock on the door, he got up and opened it. He saw an elleth standing outside, she was shivering and she held a huge basket filled with food. There were tears in her eyes and Astar frowned, who was this? The elleth swallowed hard. “Your daughter, she saved my son, please, accept this! “
She almost pushed the basket into his hands. “Tell her…tell her our gratitude is without boundaries, we will do anything for her, anything!”
Astar just stared, he had not anticipated this kind of reaction. The elleth bowed down and grabbed his hand, kissed it. “May Eru bless you both!”
She curtsied and turned around, left running and obviously too caught by her emotions to be able to say anything more. Astar just stared at the disappearing elleth and hoped that nobody started getting the wrong kind of expectations, his daughter was young, untrained and too weak to heal more than once in a while. And she had her limitations, not everybody was to be rescued, she could not go against the will of the gods, nobody could or should do that. Destiny must run its own course and if you tried to intervene then disaster would follow, his wife had learned this the hard way.
Nireariel woke up just before sunrise, she washed herself, got on some clean clothes and prepared for another day working but Astar was not very happy about it. He feared that she would forget his words of advice and do something she shouldn’t, after all she was so eager to help others she forgot to think about her own well-being. He had told Poicano to keep an eye on her and give her just easy tasks and he was going to work too but he could not always be exactly where she was, it was impossible if he was to do his own work well. Nireariel was to leave when somebody knocked and she opened. It was a servant and he held a note. “My lady, this is for you.”
She thanked him and unfolded the note, she had not seen the handwriting before but knew it was the kings right away. Astar stared at it over her shoulder, he sighed. “He wants to talk to you, you should go right away, I guess he is waiting already.”
She nodded and felt a strange sensation, she wanted to see him again and at the same time she feared it. He had to know what she had done, how would he react? Had his feelings towards her changed in any way? She swallowed and smiled at her father before she left the room and started walking towards the king’s study. She noticed the way the elves she met stared at her, they appeared to be filled with both disbelief and awe and some were whispering small prayers as she walked by. She felt more different now than ever before, she had felt like a freak because of her looks, now it was her powers that made her different and she really didn’t know whether or not she liked it even a tiny bit more than their first reactions when she was a complete stranger. She was just Nireariel, not some deity or something like that.
The guards outside the door weren’t allowed to speak or move unless someone did something suspicious, yet they turned their heads towards her, all whispering the same thing. “Eru bless you my lady”
She sent them a rather sheepish smile before she knocked and heard his deep soft voice answer. She opened the door and took a deep breath, he sat by his desk with a stack of papers on top of it and a pen and a bottle of ink right by his side. He was apparently busy signing different important papers and she could see ink stains on his fingers and sleeves. He got up when she walked into the room, walked towards her and before she could reach the desk he surprised her by falling onto one knee, bowing his head with his right hand held above his heart. It was a gesture which showed absolute reverence and submission, and one she never could have imagined she’d ever see a king do. She gasped, fell to her knees too and tried to look him in the eye. “No, please, don’t kneel to me? I am just…just me! I should be kneeling for you, not the other way around!”
He finally looked up, there was such gratitude in his eyes but also disbelief, awe and even more love. “No Nireariel, I am doing the right thing, you saved four of my warriors yesterday, four lives who otherwise would have been lost and deeply mourned. It is just proper that I kneel for you, I am unworthy of standing on my feet in your presence.”
She almost scoffed. “Now you are being silly, you are not unworthy of standing? Let me be the one to decide what you are worthy of or not! I am me damn it, not something…super natural or anything like that!”
He looked almost shy, did not really dare to look at her face. She could claim to be just another elleth until the skies fell down, he knew better and he was even more honored by her presence there now than he had been. Now he knew. “I think we both know better my lady”
Nireariel sighed, she didn’t want to be regarded as anything exceptional, and now she was. She just reacted, followed a strange urge to prove him otherwise. She leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss on his lips, shocked by her own audacity and courage. Thranduil gasped, his eyes shut and an expression of utter disbelief on his face. Her lips were so firm and yet soft and the shock of feeling them upon his own made his breath catch and his heart skip several beats. He could not believe it.
Nireariel broke the contact and retreated and she felt herself blush, he still sat there with a weird expression upon his face. When he opened his ice blue eyes they were filled with tears and she swallowed hard and started to feel worried. “I…I shouldn’t have….I am sorry! I had no right to…to kiss you!”
He made a strange sound which seemed to come deep from within his chest, then he leaned forward, cupped her face with his hands and now he was kissing her. It was nothing like the kiss she had given him, this was passionate, demanding, filled with desire and yet gentle. She closed her eyes, felt how an entirely new emotion started to awaken within her. Her legs felt like they were made from something without strength because she knew they would have given in underneath her if she had been standing up. Her heart was racing and she felt warm and heavy and her skin was tingling all over. He was kissing her! Her mind was screaming at her and she felt herself shiver all over. It wasn’t real and yet it was. And it felt wonderful, just so right! Before she even knew it she had put her arms around his neck and felt how his long silky hair almost caressed her skin, he pulled her closer, the kiss became even deeper and now she felt his tongue against her lips, trying to make her open her mouth. She gasped and responded and the shock of feeling that smooth slick wetness slide against her own tongue was just too much, she had no idea of how to react, of what to do. She was suddenly aching for something yet unknown to her and she whimpered and felt as if she was melting.
He got to his senses first, broke the kiss and stared at her in disbelief. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she was panting, it was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen, it made his heart race and his whole body yearn to be one with her. He had the taste of her on his own lips and felt how her scent surrounded him like an unbelievable perfume. She was so beautiful, so full of life and he knew he couldn’t touch her again. She was just too tempting, the feel of her arms around him was heaven, he just wanted the moment to last for eternity and he did absolutely not want to let her go. But he had to. He gently stroked her cheek with a finger. “I cannot continue this meleth, because if I do I will not be able to stop and claim you in a way only a husband is allowed to.”
She blushed, knew what he meant. She was grateful that he had such control of himself for right now she had none, whatsoever.
He let his hand glide through her amazing silvery white locks and leaned his forehead towards hers. “Nireariel, I am going to ask your father for his permission to court you, but do I have your permission? “
She giggled, felt a bit silly. How could this be real? He was practically asking her to marry him and she felt like this whole situation was completely unreal, like a dream. She nodded, her face serious. “Yes, you have my permission, just…”
He stared at her, nervous that there was something wrong. “Yes?”
She felt herself blush. “I am not used to this…being courted. I have no idea of what you expect from me”
He smiled and dared to kiss her forehead, a very chaste kiss but it still contained a lot of emotions. ”Only for you to return my feelings, I love you Nireariel, and I always will. Please, allow me to hope that you may learn to love me too.”
She didn’t really know how to respond, she felt embarrassed by his open confession, honored by it, a bit frightened and also on the brink of breaking into a fit of giggling. “You may hope, I…I like you too, maybe I do more than like you but I have never felt like this before so I don’t know what it is that I feel, I mean…”
She felt how her voice faltered and he looked like a criminal who had been pardoned with his head already on the block. “Meleth, I could never have hoped for more. Then I will speak with your father, right away!”
She grinned. “He is at work now, don’t startle him too much!”
Thranduil just grinned. “I have never seen anything able to startle your adar Nireariel, he is the least squeamish ellon I have ever met”
She nodded. “I know, he is very brave. “
She looked down. “Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this my lord? I mean, I am not normal, I am so different. The others here may…”
He turned around and grasped her hands, kissed them passionately. “The others here may think or say whatever they like and it will not matter, because I have made up my mind. You are my one Nireariel, my beloved and I will let nothing stand in our way. Yes you are special and different but that is just who you are, it makes you complete. It is not a negative thing at all, trust me.”
She smiled, but her smile was a bit shy. “I trust you!”
He embraced her and he was beaming with joy. “Then I will go get my son to be my witness and I will ask your father officially and properly for his permission. I hope he will say yes.”
Nireariel grinned. “He will, but he will make demands I am sure, he isn’t willing to let me go all that easily”
Thranduil just grinned. “I wouldn’t expect anything else from him, he loves you dearly and any father will do whatever he think is necessary to ensure his child’s happiness and future.”
He got on his feet, helped her up and she blushed, it was such a wonderful sight. She brushed some dust from her dress and he smiled and kissed her hand once more. “I look forward to seeing you again, maybe tonight?”
She just smiled. “I’d love to. “
He looked thrilled and his smile was wide and rather contagious. “Then it is a date. “
She blushed even deeper and looked down. “Yes my lord. “
He grasped her hand, pressed it towards his chest above his heart. “Please, no more of that my lord, my king and so on, I am Thranduil, use my name. You are a part of my very fea, don’t hurt me by denying that.”
She felt his heart beating, the heat from his body and knew he was right, she felt whole when being near him. “I won’t Thranduil”
He kissed her brow and appeared to be close to tears out of pure relief. His emotions were no longer a secret, they were out in the open and he was a bit proud of his courage. He had dared to admit his love for her to her and he felt so much stronger now. Nireariel giggled and left the room and he went over to a table and emptied a glass of wine as if it had been water. He needed some courage now. Then he put on a rather discrete but nice tunic and combed his hair, made sure that he looked proper and not like some dimwit before he went down the hallway to his sons rooms. Legolas was preparing some new strings for his favorite bow and he grinned when he heard what his father was going to do. He had never seen the king looking like this before, it was really hard to believe that he was an ancient elf who had seen several millennia. He did not appear to be a day older than his son, not even when you looked him into his eyes. Legolas knew that she somehow had rejuvenated his father, made him stop fading and becoming happy and full of hope. It was something he never would have dreamed of before and he felt how his gratitude towards her filled his heart.
“So, this is it?”
Thranduil blushed and bit his lower lip, he looked a bit like some elfling and Legolas had to laugh at his expression. “It is, you will accompany me?”
Legolas nodded. “Of course ada, I promised didn’t I? I am so happy for you.”
He hurried to put on something nice too and then the two of them went towards the healing ward. Thranduil felt how his heart thundered within his chest, he felt sweat pouring down his back and his hands were shaking. Damn it, he was going to talk to an ellon he both knew and respected, not the dark lord himself. But he was scared shitless, he had to admit it. He had never had this conversation with anyone before and had no idea of how he should express himself. Legolas saw how pale his father looked and smirked. “Ada, he is Nireariel’s father, not a dragon”
Thranduil almost squeaked. “Right now I would prefer a dragon!”
They went in and soon found Astar, he was busy grounding up some dried herbs to mix into an ointment and he immediately knew why the king was there, after all, he had his son with him and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. Astar could see how the king’s hands were shivering and he was sweating too. This ought to be good, he smiled and closed the door to the small room. “My lords, I have no chairs to offer you, otherwise I would of course asked you to sit down. Now, to what do I owe the privilege of receiving such visitors while working?”
Thranduil froze, he felt his jaw tense up and he knew he looked like an idiot. Legolas nudged him in the ribs with his elbow, rather hard. “Ada?!”
He whispered the word rather loud and Astar hid a smirk. Thranduil jumped and his eyes were filled with terror. “Astar…I…I…”
Astar did pity him, he really did, he could not start off the relationship with his future son in law like this. ”What you are trying to say is that?”
Thranduil took a deep breath. “May I have your permission to court you daughter please”
The words came so fast it was really hard to understand what he was saying but Astar just smiled, the smile almost paternal. “Yes, and I guess you would like to ask me for her hand in marriage too while you are at it?”
Thranduil winced. “Yes, yes very much please”
It was a mere whimper and Astar had to laugh. “Don’t look like that my friend, I won’t bite. The answer is yes, to both. But remember, the final decision is hers and hers alone, got it?!”
Thranduil felt how his legs turned to jelly in pure relief, Legolas was discretely supporting him. “Oh thank you thank you thank you”
Astar smirked. “Once is enough.”
He went over and signaled Legolas to step back a few steps, he whispered to the king. “Now, Nireariel is young and passionate and if she is anything like her mother rather…what shall I say…easy to ignite? And I know you have been alone for a long time so I won’t be too disappointed if you two doesn’t manage to keep apart until the night of your wedding. What I will not accept though is for her to increase in girth before she is lawfully wed, are we clear about that?”
Thranduil gulped, he had never anticipated that his future father in law could be so direct and he of course knew what he meant. If she started to show signs of being pregnant before she was officially his wife it would be a scandal. He cringed. “I understand Astar, don’t worry!”
Astar gave him a stern look and Thranduil winced once more. “Don’t give me reason to, then we are fine. Congratulations, just try to keep certain body parts within your pants for as long as you can!”
Thranduil blushed and Legolas had an idea of what the two were talking about, he felt like blushing too. The idea of his father having a love life was a bit embarrassing but he could of course understand him too. After all, he did remember how his father had behaved when his mother was still alive and he knew that his father was an ellon with very strong needs. This would be good for him. Astar gave the king a quick handshake and Thranduil managed to look almost normal, almost.
When the two of them left Astar sighed and leaned against the table, he felt relieved in a way. At least he knew what he was dealing with now and could act upon it. He would have to prepare his daughter for her life as a married elleth and even more, as a queen. It would not be easy but he was in fact looking forward to it. She would at least have something to keep her occupied for a while.
Nireariel returned to the healing ward and now she was treated as if she was one of the valar themselves. She felt so very self-conscious and felt how her face turned stiff from her constant sheepish and rather fake smile. She was happy to be given the task of washing sheets, at least she was alone in the laundry room. She had a sudden urge to hide her face within her hands, she felt how her cheeks were burning. He had confessed that he loved her, and she had agreed on becoming his wife once they had courted for the appropriate period of time. The idea should have made her terrified and in a way it did but still she felt more excited than scared. It would change everything and she swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on doing her job. The problem was that she couldn’t, she kept repeating the whole thing in her head. How his lips had felt against hers, how he had held her, his scent and his words. She felt so silly, so filled with nervous energy and an almost explosive sensation of joy. So this was what it was like to be in love? It wasn’t completely unpleasant but it made her feel a bit strange.
She hadn’t expected to fall in love ever, she had forbidden herself such hopes but now it was a fact and she had to just accept it. She was head over heels in love and would never be the same again. He loved her, it was amazing but true, she had thought that she was unworthy of such feelings but was now being wooed by none other than the king himself. It had to be a dream but it was real, very real. Then she started thinking of what courtship really meant, they were supposed to get to know each other better and she was looking forward to that, but would he like everything about her? She had some far from lady like habits and of course she had minimal knowledge of how a royal lady was supposed to behave. He would have to teach her and she supposed that she would have to spend much of the time until the wedding learning a lot of which she had been oblivious before. Just the idea of royal feasts and such made her cringe, how in the name of the Valar was she supposed to know which fork or glass she was supposed to use? Or how to address others? She had to be mad to have given him her yes but she knew that she belonged with him, she just had to adapt to these changes.
Then she started thinking about their wedding, alright, it was more than a year ahead of her but she was already worried. Would they accept her, would the other realms really find the idea of him marrying an elleth of far from royal birth acceptable or would someone become annoyed that he didn’t choose some high born lady of their family? She had to blush, getting married, that meant more than just exchanging oaths and promises. She bit her lower lip, remembered his kisses, how would it feel to get even closer to him? To feel his skin against her own? To be touched by him? She had to let go of the sheet she was holding and felt a shudder rush through her body. By the Valar, she felt how that sweet hunger returned and she closed her eyes and tried to force her thoughts back onto the right track. She was getting ahead of herself, but a part of her was already looking forward to becoming his, entirely. She started scrubbing away at the sheets with an energy that seemed a bit over exaggerated.
Thranduil was going through the list of supplies available and the butler was almost beside himself with worry. They had gotten mice in one of the storage rooms and unbeknown to them all the rascals had eaten almost all the cheese. They would have to send someone to buy more and they were also running out of a few other items needed. The king agreed on sending someone to Laketown to buy supplies and then he had to deal with some members of court who needed his advice on some family matters. He felt as though his head was spinning when the day was over. He longed for some rest before he would meet Nireariel again and he left the study with a feeling of haven broken free from heavy chains. He was starting to hate that room by now. A patrol had returned telling that they had found and destroyed more than fifty spider nests and the only good thing about it was the spider silk, it could be spun and made into a very nice fabric and he knew that the other realms gladly paid huge sums of money for a roll of this material. At least that was a positive side of the problem.
He walked to his private dining room, it was small and cozy and a bit hidden and his butler had prepared a meal for him, he was hungry and finished in record time. He had suddenly developed a healthy appetite again and the butler was thrilled to see that the plates were empty. Thranduil noticed that everything tasted better now, his senses had reawakened and he felt like his energy was replenished in a strange way. He got up and went to his own room, he wanted a clean change of clothes and perhaps even a quick bath. He got his robes and tunic off and pulled his soft undershirt off too. His boots were removed and he was left with his breeches and belt. He found some new clean clothes and it struck him all of a sudden that he would have to give her an entirely new wardrobe as soon as he officially pronounced her as his fiancé. She could no longer live like a poor elleth, he would have to give her and her father better housing and make sure that they had everything they needed. He was looking forward to it, to give them a chance at luxury he knew they never had experienced before. He would shower her with presents and lovely things but he knew that she didn’t really want such things, all she wanted was his love and of that he would give her everything he had and more.
He sat down on the bed and smiled, remembered how her strong and yet delicate hands had felt towards his neck and how she had reacted to his kisses, Astar had to be right, she was a fiery one and he swallowed and felt how his body reacted to the thought. He was sure that she would be amazing and he longed for that one night when they could go all the way. Oh how he wanted to please her, show her pleasure and hear her moan his name. He was already breathing hard just from thinking about it and he got up and went to the small bathroom. He got his breeches off and got into the small pool with hot water, it felt amazing and he felt how all the stress left his muscles and body, he relaxed and closed his eyes. He remembered when he first saw her, by the pool in the garden and he swallowed hard, imagined how it would be to touch her. He looked down and made a grimace, of course he had reacted to those thoughts and he was struggling to remain in control of himself.
By the Valar, he was going to see her again in just a couple of hours and he felt like a damn stag in rut? He sighed and gave in to it, he would have problems speaking to her in a normal way if he didn’t release some of the pressure. He closed his eyes and imagined being with her and it didn’t take long before he saw sparks fly and gasped her name as he came almost violently. He released the grip and just relaxed, allowed the post orgasmic haze to take over and he just dozed for a while, feeling a bit better. He imagined the faces of the courtiers when he told them of his decision, there would be a lot of shock and perhaps even a bit of anger but soon they would all see what a true gem he had managed to find. He finished his bath, dried off and got into the more informal clothes he had picked out. He had sent a servant to Nireariels rooms with some clothes for her too and hoped that she would like them. He was looking forward to seeing her again, he had planned for them to just spend some time in one of his favorite rooms and he hoped that he wouldn’t bore her.
Nireariel had finished washing the sheets, she felt as if her hands were ready to fall off any minute and she ached everywhere. Poicano told her to go take a bath and eat something before she was to meet the king next and she left the ward feeling a bit weary. She was stopped halfway down the hall by a guard, he held a hawk in his arms and it was obvious that the bird had fractured his wing. The guard made a sheepish grin. “My lady, I know that it is much to ask for but I found this poor thing outside and I can’t stand the idea of having to kill it. Do you think you could help it?”
Nireariel sighed, she had never tried to heal an animal but why not? She loved everything alive and so she placed her hand on the shivering hawk and started to sing softly and gently. The wild piercing yellow eyes never left her own and she saw how the wing returned to normal. The hawk cried out once, a piercing cry filled with a sort of triumph and it lifted its head and stared at her. She felt a surge of gratitude from it and the guard stared at the healed wing with disbelief. “Thank you my lady, that was more than kind of you.”
She just smiled and felt how tired she was, she had used little strength healing the hawk, she barely felt it, but she had worked hard. She just hoped that Thranduil didn’t want to go for a ride in the woods or something like that. Then she would fall asleep for sure. She hurried eating and bathing and put on a light blue dress which were among the clothes he had sent to her. They were all lovely and not at all overly nice and she liked that. She preferred things with simple lines and details and yet with elegance. She tied her hair up and decided that she looked as good as she could. She walked through the winding corridors and halls and was greeted by many who bowed to her and she smiled back as graciously as she could. If she was to become the queen of this place she would have to do whatever she could to make sure that she received the goodwill of as many as possible.
Faicariel was staring at the small note in her hands, she was grinning to herself. It was ready, it was really perfect. It seemed as if the stars were smiling at her, that darn Poicano would go to the west forest with some guards the next day and then she would grasp her chance. She was sure that her plan would turn out to be perfectly manageable, her accomplishes were ready and they had bated the area thoroughly. There would be no escape, and she would get rid of that nuisance of an elleth. It would be just sweet.
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