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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 19 – Past and Present Families

After signing the contract Balin had waiting for her, Hari was allowed to go with Thorin, Acacia, and Balin to attend the reading of the map. The king-in-exile had suggested it, knowing another set of eyes and ears would be useful when it came to remembering the details uncovered during the reading.

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole? If what we have read is correct, then the Company needs to be at Erebor at that date. I must confess that I have no idea when Durin's Day is,” Elrond admitted, sorting though his memories to see if he had heard anything about that particular day.

“You would not be familiar with the holidays of Durin’s Folk, Elrond, because Uncle Maedhros was linked to the Broadbeam clan of Belegost,” Hari commented dryly, earning a gentle smack in the back of her head from the half-elf in turn. She grinned at the silent reminder that he was her elder in this life instead of the other way around as it had been in the past.

“It is in October this year; we need to cover a fair amount of distance every day so we do not miss this chance. Having to wait another full year would be a significant risk to my people and Hari,” Thorin said with a great deal of concern in his voice.

“I had wanted to be at Erebor on Durin’s Day anyway,” he continued once he managed to recover from his worries about his people and the young woman who meant a great deal to his clan. “It’s an important holiday to the Longbeards, and it seemed like the best day to choose for the day of our return home.”

The elf lord nodded, mind racing with a variety of thoughts and ideas.

“I shall have the supplies for your company readied,” Elrond stated. “I know Saruman will be here by this evening, Mithrandir, so we must be ready to distract him. Thorin, he must see your company when he arrives so he will not send people out looking for you.”

“We can depart sometime in the middle of the night once we’ve been seen,” the dwarf agreed.

“Hari knows another way out of the valley,” the taller male shared. “Once you are ready and fully equipped, she can lead you out of Imladris and towards the Misty Mountains.”

“Make sure to keep Uncle Maglor hidden as well. I fear what may happen if he is spotted, given how Saruman has acted of late according to you and the others,” Hari said in a voice that held notes of worry and pleading. Elrond, who wished to keep his foster-father safe, nodded in agreement with her suggestion.

Hearing that the company would leave that night, Lindir and the other servants did their best to almost literally swept away anything that could hint to Hari or Maglor being in Imladris. Her personal items was moved to other rooms and made to seem like they had been there all along; a few of her books even taken by Estel as he could use them in his schooling or just for reading. Maglor, thankfully, did not mind being hidden away in his guest room for the time Saruman would be there; he tended to sleep a lot anyway in order to try and regain strength.

“As much as the Valar and the All-Father may not listen to the prayers of a descendant of Fëanor, I will still pray that this journey will end well for you and the Company. It is the least I can do while staying here,” Maglor said while Hari was in his room to tell of her departure.

“Do me a big favour and remain alive for a while longer, uncle. I would like you to be there for any important events that take place in the future. You did promise me to give us time to build a relationship again. This way you’ll be able to give my father a big headbutt as a rather belated greeting from the living world as well as hold it over him that you managed to rebuild our bond,” she smiled, causing him to laugh a dry laugh.

“Or teasing him about seeing you in a lovely green dress and emerald jewelry that matches your eyes as you celebrate retaking Erebor. I’d love to be able to lord it over him that I danced with you at your wedding.”

“Uncle!”

Maglor did not mind the pillow he got tossed into his face for that comment. He was happy to see that she smiled as well. Recalling how volatile things had been between Celebrimbor and Curufin at their last meeting in life where he had disowned his father, Maglor thought that his brother deserved some small humiliation from his own son to flatten that overgrown ego of his.

Truthfully, it was fun teasing her about a possible wedding and hoped she would finally claim or be claimed by her dwarf. He’d seen the look on her face when they’d discussed Narvi and the dwarf who was his reincarnation. Maglor just hoped that this Fili would be able to pull her head out of her crafts and lift her from the self esteem issues that had stemmed from the family who had raised her in her old world.

When Saruman arrived, Thorin and Elrond pretended to have a minor argument about a possible trade agreement between Imladris and Durin’s Folk, even borrowing one of Estel’s more poorly done math tests as a parchment for it. Thorin faked taking huge offense when Elrond raised an eyebrow in pretended disagreement and stormed off to where the Company awaited him and Hari.

“Dwarves, stubborn as the stone they were created from,” Elrond said, which was a signal to Lindir to smuggle Hari though the house.

“No doubt. I see no reason for why Aulë even created them in the first place; they are a waste of time.”

That was clearly a step over a deadly thin line. Elrond could only pray that none of the servants present would repeat that to the Company, having their existence questioned by a Maia of their Maker was a mortal insult like nothing else. It was all he could do to hide his own anger at those callous words.

Thankfully, Hari, Acacia, and the dwarves were already on the way out of the valley and would not hear of the offensive comment. The witch led them to the mountains using the roads she knew so well from the seven years she had lived there.

“Let’s try and get as far as we can today. That wizard is better off far away from us,” Hari said while helping Acacia climb up through a narrow hole in the mountain wall. As expected, Bombur nearly got stuck but a hearty push from behind helped him get free.

“You need to lose a little of that stomach, brother,” Bofur joked from somewhere behind his big frame.

“You’re just jealous of his nice belly,” Acacia said, teasing Bofur while defending her friend. “He was the one who had all the lasses asking him to dance at the wedding in the Shire.”

It never ceased to amaze the dwarrow who made the trips to the Shire just how sought after Bombur was by the unattached maidens. While a stocky figure was appreciated by dwarrow, the rounder figure was prized by hobbits and it had flustered the dwarf just how often he was approached.

Nori chuckled when he spotted the pinked cheeks under the heavy beard when the hobbit’s words were heard.

“True enough, Bofur,” he added, steadying his younger brother.

The company chuckled as they headed towards the mountains, navigating the rocky hills, and both females were grateful for the excellent dark vision the dwarrow had as it helped them stay on the path.

Thorin called a halt once they had put a good amount of distance between themselves and Rivendell. He knew the Misty Mountains were not safe to travel in the dark, even with their ability to see at night, and he would not put Acacia and Hari at risk.

“Let’s get a fire going,” he ordered, setting his pack onto the ground. “We’ll eat and rest for now. Traveling at night in these mountains isn’t safe due to the trails and the creatures that wander at night. Bombur, see about a meal.”

The group scattered, setting up the camp. As they did this, Hari went looking for firewood and soon found Kili beside her. The archer helped gather what wood could be found, knowing they needed enough to last through the night.

“Doing all right, Hari?”

“Tired but doing fine,” she answered. “I’m glad to be away from Saruman honestly; it’s never a good thing when both Elrond and Glorfindel are worried.”

The dwarf nodded; Fili had been concerned too, and his brother had been relieved to find Hari was going with them. He was just waiting to see how long it would take before Fili remembered just what they were facing at the end of the quest.

“Hopefully Saruman avoids bothering Estel; from what I heard from the servants, he has been questioning Elrond’s fostering of his ancestors for a while now. Rather stupid since they are the last remaining descendants of his twin brother Elros after all. It’s only natural he would want to have that branch of the family close by even if they are long-lived mortals,” Hari revealed when they walked back to camp, both carrying firewood to use during the rest of the night.

The meal passed with pleasant chatter, and Hari was called upon to share stories from her time at Hogwarts as well as her past life. She was happy to do so, keeping to the happier memories that often portrayed herself and her friends as the occasional mischief makers.

As it grew late, Thorin broke into the conversation, knowing he needed to break this up for now since they would all need to be properly rested for tomorrow’s journey.

“Bifur, you take the first watch shift. Kili, you are after him as you were smart enough to take a nap earlier today. Nori, I’d like you to take the last watch.”

No one was surprised when Hari and Acacia fell asleep close to each other with Thorin on Acacia’s other side. They all agreed that it was better to keep the two ladies close together since it would be easier to protect them that way.

It didn’t escape the company’s notice that Fili was close to Hari as well; the blond warrior was never too far from his friend, not that they could blame him for being reluctant to allow her to leave his eye-line. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Acacia had threatened to never cook for them again, they would be taking wagers on how long it would be before the young prince approached the small witch to ask her to be allowed to court her.

Balin frowned a moment as Dori commented on something similar to him before retiring for the night; it had brought up a point he hadn’t thought of and had mulled over for a good portion of the night before falling asleep. He’d woken up with the same problem in his thoughts and finally came to a conclusion that would work well. The lass had no family here so he wasn’t certain who Fili would approach for permission whenever he pulled his courage together to initiate courtship. The adviser knew that Hari was protected by the royal family and the entire Longbeard clan, but there was no one to really speak for her.

“Brother, can we speak,” he asked, rising to his feet once he’d finished eating breakfast. Dwalin followed him a bit away.

“Hari may be the Door-maker reborn but as an orphaned lass, she needs the protection of a family,” the eldest began.

“Aye, that she does. She’ll be protected by the Line of Durin, but she needs family to help with things. Like as not, Fili might actually get off his arse and court her. She’ll need someone to be there to guide her through the rituals around that since her past self was a bit too air-headed to spot the signs when Narvi attempted,” the tattooed dwarf stated.

There were times his brother surprised him by his ability to observe and understand the cultural and political maneuverings going on around him. Most warriors were focused on protecting and didn’t pay attention to anything beyond potential threats to their lord.

“Exactly that,” Balin nodded. “I think we could be good for her, and Mahal knows we’re both fond of her.”

Dwalin nodded. Adoption of orphans was not unheard off in their culture; it generally provided the opportunity to give someone a new family and security without changing the name given by the birth parents.

“Aye, it’s a good idea. I think we should do it,” he told his brother. “Do we have something to give her once the ritual is complete?”

Balin smiled, reaching into an inner pocket and revealing a small gold key decorated with tiny diamonds on a chain. It had been a good luck-charm of their late mother, Eira, who had claimed that she had met their father, Fundin, the very same morning that she had bought the necklace at the market. According to both, it had felt like a key fitting into a lock as the two had gotten to know each other.

“What do you think?”

This was the only item they had of their mother, and Dwalin knew it would be treasured by Hari. He rubbed a hand over his face and nodded.

“It’s perfect, and I know she’ll appreciate it,” he answered his brother. “I think our mother would approve as well; she always wanted a daughter to spoil.”

“Aye, I believe she would too,” Balin agreed. “Let’s see if we can pull her aside and discuss this with her before we start traveling again. Wait here, Dwalin.”

The warrior waited as the elder headed into camp and returned a short while later with Hari, who looked rather curious. The dwarves didn’t speak until Balin and the witch were sitting down, and then the adviser began to explain why they had drawn her away from the others.

“My brother and I discussed something that we want to offer to you; during your tales, you have mentioned being without family in your old world?”

Hari nodded, answering his question softly.

“My parents were killed when I was a year old,” she said. “I refused to claim my mother’s family as my own because of how they treated me, and I know they never accepted me either. From what I understand, my aunt was incredibly jealous of my mother, her younger sister. As far as Celebrimbor’s family is concerned, Maglor is the only one still in Middle Earth that I know of since I left neither spouse or child of my own at my death. The rest of my direct paternal relatives were all long dead at the time of said event. That relationship is slowly rebuilding due to how the family treated me when I refused to take the oath regarding the Silmarils. Why do you ask?”

“My brother and I were discussing things and would like to become your family,” Balin told her.

This was not what Hari had expected to hear. She recalled some faint memories of such adoption ceremonies around the time after a serious mining accident had occurred, leaving several dwarflings orphaned, but she knew Celebrimbor had not observed any during his time with the Longbeards.

“Are you certain this is what you both want? I know there is no breaking it once the adoption ritual is complete and the king gives his blessing,” she asked.

“Wouldn’t have offered it if we didn’t want it and weren’t sure,” Dwalin answered in his usual blunt manner. “You have a stout heart that’s loyal, and that’s something important to us.”

“We wish to give you a family while gaining something we both have wanted for a long time,” the elder son of Fundin said.

“What is that?”

“A sister,” Balin smiled. “As you know, dwarrowdams are not plentiful and our mother was told not to try again after Dwalin was born since his size gave her difficulty during his birthing. We both were rather jealous of Thorin for being blessed with a sister.”

“Even though she’s insane,” the warrior grumbled, making his brother huff at him and Hari giggle. “But Balin is right, this isn’t something we will regret once it’s done.”

“I was jealous of my friend, Ron, because he has such a big family,” Hari admitted to them. “I gained a brother and sister in him and Hermione, but it wasn’t a legal or official thing, just a heart bond.”

“Nothing wrong with heart-family,” the balding dwarf replied. “You’ll gain two brothers and cousins along with that. You’ll be wanting a moment’s peace whenever you finally meet Dis, and Mahal knows the lads can be annoying at times too.”

“Kili and Fili remind me of Fred and George,” she answered while giggling. “Ron’s twin brothers were incredibly mischievous though Fili is quite a bit more serious when compared to the twins.”

Hari drew in a deep breath before continuing, focusing herself on being properly somber for this.

“I would like to join your family,” she shared, making them smile.

“Right, we’d best let Thorin and Oin know so we can perform the ceremony,” Balin said, looking incredibly pleased. He hoped that this would prove to be another good omen for the Longbeard clan in terms of getting back their former glory and home. The mere presence of the reborn Celebrimbor seemed to be one already, but there was nothing wrong with more blessings.

The trio returned to camp, and the elder brother pulled both of his cousins aside to inform them for Hari’s adoption into the line of Farin. Oin and Thorin were pleased and agreed to help with the ceremony since the dwarf lord’s blessing at the end would be needed.

Oin went through his pack to pull out the ceremonial items he kept with him as he knew that one could never be over prepared for journeys like this. As a healer, he knew that injuries and even death could happen and he wanted to be certain the company had access to any religious rites a Reader could provide.

None of the priests of Mahal had been able to accompany the king and his company which meant Oin was not just the healer but would have to take up the duties that would normally fall upon a priest. Since he was blessed with the ability to divine the future through rune stones and other means, he had been trained to fill in for a priest of Mahal should one be needed and not be around at that time.

“Acacia, please help Hari mark her face with this red ocher. You should recall the lines Dis marked you with at your coming-of-age celebration we had for you when the priests had you go through the ceremony to provide more proof that you are worthy to become a queen at Thorin’s side,” he instructed.

“I do,” the hobbit acknowledged, remembering that ceremony. It had taken place when she’d come of age in the Shire, though it had thrown a lot of dwarrow off since hobbits came of age sooner than the Children of Mahal.

She drew Hari off to the side and combed her hair, loosening the braids that the young woman had bound her hair in. As she did this, Acacia explained why this was necessary.

“During a certain part of the ceremony, Balin and Dwalin will put a family braid in your hair. That braid will be yours to wear until you pass on to the Halls of Mandos,” she told her. “According to what I was taught, that braid will be proof that you are allowed into Mahal’s Halls to rejoin your loved ones.”

“I recall the family braids I often saw on my dwarf friends. Narvi used to have one as well as his mastery braids,” Hari answered. “He used to tie the whole mess back whenever he was working. I used to tease him about it, and he’d threaten to dye my hair.”

“Dwarrow have braids for quite a few things; it surprised me to learn just how many there are when Lady Dis gave me a deeper insight of all the different meanings for the braids,” the hobbit said with a smile, brushing the dark hair off of the witch’s face so she could begin painting the other’s face.

Hari took the chance to tell what she remembered of the dwarrowdams’ gowns and hair styles back in the Second Age. In general, the royal ladies, be it by birth or marriage, tended to be the trendsetters when it came to the female fashion even if one could add personal touches on the dresses to make them unique.

“Hobbits are typically less elaborate in their formal wear,” Acacia shared. “It was a bit of a shock when Dis decided I needed better clothing the first time I went to Ered Luin to announce the treaty and betrothal. I went with Thorin and the others after the treaty was signed. I didn’t want to do it because I knew the people were having issues with food, and it didn’t seem right to waste money on clothing when things were so grim.”

“How did she handle your concerns?”

“Rather well,” she answered. “She reminded me that there would be a few formal events that would require me being a bit more dressed up in order to bring honor to the family I was to marry into. We compromised on it by letting me order the fabric from home so it wouldn’t put strain on the people of Ered Luin. Neither of us told Thorin, but my grandfather paid for the materials.”

“Wise decision,” Hari murmured, trying not to move as the other painted her face. It pained her to hear how the proud dwarrow of Durin’s Folk had fallen from glory in this manner. It was all because of the cursed Rings of Power and a dragon.

“We thought so, and it’s taken some compromise between myself and Lady Dis to make things right while following tradition. I’ve had a lot to learn, and I do my best. A trade agreement between hobbits and dwarrow was a good idea since it provides food for the dwarrow and allows good dwarven smiths into the Shire to help hobbits fix their tools when needed. Hobbits are able to trade with properly sized people who will treat us with respect as well as gain protection when the rangers are not enough to keep our borders safe,” the hobbit answered with a half shrug. “I’m just glad Thorin and I get along since a marriage was needed to make the treaty a binding one.”

“You and Thorin are a good match. I may not remember all the tinier details from my past life, but I know a perfect couple when I spot one. I believe that you two are one of them. I can already imagine that there will be no worries about the royal succession once the children starts arriving if the rumors of hobbit fertility is true.”

Acacia laughed nervously, before telling that her maternal grandparents had the highest known number of children among the Hobbits, twelve in total with nine sons and three daughters. She also shared why a lot of people had been surprised when her mother Belladonna only had ended up having a single child, Acacia herself.

“The succession is assured as Fili is Thorin’s heir and Kili is head over heels in love with a dwarrowdam who can keep up with him,” she said after explaining about her family. “While my children will be titled, they won’t be in line for the throne because of their mixed blood. Fili said before that Kili’s children will most likely be where he chooses his heir from. The dwarrow may be somewhat accepting of marriages between their race and another, but I know they won’t be pleased with a half dwarf on the throne.”

“I don’t remember hearing about any issue with children of mixed blood,” the witch said. “Then again, it was rare to see children near Narvi’s workshop.”

“Not safe for them around forges,” Acacia answered, putting the finishing touches on the face paint. “They don’t start developing their resistance to heat until they are much older so apprenticeships for those who work around forges or heat often don’t start until the late teens, early twenties. There we go, all done.”

“I don’t look stupid, do I?”

“Absolutely not,” the hobbit said with a smile. “Come, the others should be ready for the ritual now.”

In a way, Hari could understand why it was rather unlikely to have a reigning monarch of mixed blood on the throne. The fear of that the non-dwarf parent, being more short-lived than his or her dwarven spouse, would pass on the shorter life expectancy instead of the longer time dwarrow enjoyed. There was also a bigger risk that such children could fall victims to illnesses which would not harm a full-blooded dwarf. Well, at least Acacia would help to expand the royal family once she started to have children. With some luck, she and Thorin would be blessed with several daughters. A couple of royal princesses would be considered blessings to the family and clan, raising the spirits of the Longbeards.

Oin had ensured everything needed for the ceremony was ready, and the two women found the company sitting in a half circle to face the Reader and two brothers. Acacia took a seat between Thorin and Fili while Hari stepped towards the trio waiting for her.

“Even as our Maker was crafting us from stone, He knew that we would be able to see the beauty within others and created ways for us to add to our families should we find someone who carries the strength and heart to match the ideals of our bloodlines. Today, the sons of Fundin wish to add Harriet Potter to their line, claiming her as family. Balin, son of Fundin, son of Farin, why do you seek to add this woman into your line?”

“She has a core of mithril, a heart softer than shale, and a mind sharper than dwarven steel,” the white haired dwarf informed him. “Harriet Potter has proven herself to be as loyal to our people as her former self was when he befriended the dwarrow of Khazad-dûm. We seek to protect and love her as she deserves.”

“You will accept the responsibilities that come with adding a daughter to your line?”

“I accept them,” Balin replied. “I will guide her whenever she is need of wisdom and advice, encourage her in craft and life, and cherish her as the gem of our house and line.”

“Dwalin, son of Fundin, son of Farin, will you accept the responsibilities that come with adding a daughter to your line?”

“Aye, I accept them,” the burly warrior told Oin. “I will protect her and teach her to protect herself as a daughter of Fundin should. I will be there in whatever way she needs to me be.”

Oin poured wine into a silver chalice that was used for many rituals he had learned over the years. Once done, he handed Balin a silver and sapphire knife. The king’s adviser spoke the ritual words as he drew the sharp edge of the dagger across the palm of his right hand.

“Mahal created us to bring beauty to those who cannot see the worth of the materials we use; He granted us the strength to protect those of our hearts. By my blood and before my Maker, King, and kin, I do gift my love and guidance to the one my heart calls sister,” he said, handing the knife to Dwalin while he went on to the next step and held his hand out to Oin.

The Reader placed a finger into the pooling blood and drew a rune on Hari’s forehead, speaking as he did so.

“Balin, son of Fundin, will be your eldest brother. He will guide and teach you as you make your way through this life,” he said.

Once the rune was drawn, Dwalin removed a knuckle duster and also drew the blade across the softer part of his palm. He made no sound of pain, simply speaking as he passed the blade back to Oin.

“Mahal granted our bodies strength so that we may protect those we love and those weaker who need our protection. He created our hearts to be loyal so that we will never abandon family or duty. By my blood and before my Maker, King, and kin, I do gift my strength and loyalty to the one my heart calls sister.”

The wounded hand was held out to the Reader, who dipped a finger into the blood to draw another rune beside the first one.

“Dwalin, son of Fundin, will be your next oldest brother. He will defend you with the strength his arm and heart grants him as well as remain steadfastly by your side,” he told her.

After the rune was drawn, both brothers placed the injured hands over the goblet, allowing blood to drop into the wine. The pair spoke in unison, chanting something they had been taught but had never thought to use.

“Our blood to your blood, our name to yours,” they stated. “We are the sons of Fundin, son of Farin, whose blood goes back to Durin.”

Once they had done so, they drew back and Oin turned his attention to the lass in front of him. He held the dagger out to her, watching as she drew the sharp edge over the soft skin of her palm. Once blood had been drawn, Hari placed her hand over the goblet and spoke the words that came to mind.

“My blood to your blood, my name to yours, and my magic to aid you in times of need,” she said firmly. “I am the daughter of James, son of Fleamont, whose blood goes back to the Peverells. I carry the soul of Celebrimbor, friend of the line of Durin, and I also vow that name to yours.”

The goblet was handed to Balin first, who took several mouthfuls before speaking.

“Blood to blood, name to name, may our hearts carry this bond in this life and throughout the others until the world is remade.”

Dwalin did the same, drinking some of the blood-wine before repeating his brother’s words. Hari was then handed the goblet, waiting as the pair spoke in unison once more.

“As we have taken what you have shared with us, now take what we are gifting to you. Before Mahal, our king, and kin, we name you Jewel Dancer, daughter of Fundin, son of Farin. May He, our king, and kin judge us righteously should our oaths ever fail.”

Oin’s voice was firm.

“Their oaths have been heard, secret name given. Will you accept blood, name, and all that comes with it?”

Her voice was equally firm, allowing her magic to flow freely as she accepted the gifts given to her as well as allowing her power to seal the blood adoption.

“As you have taken what I have shared so shall I take what you have offered,” she began. “Before Mother Magic, the elements that bind us all, and the Valar of Arda, I vow to love and protect those I call family. As I will it so mote it be.”

She drank after sealing her vow with the traditional ritual response she’d learned during her years of researching at Hogwarts. Hari could feel her magic flare in response to her oath and determination, binding her heart and blood to the two dwarrow who had granted her a family. A light surrounded all three of them for a moment and when it dissipated, the runes were gone and injuries healed.

“Balin and Dwalin, sons of Fundin, grant your sister the braid that will tell all who meet her what family she is from,” Thorin said, watching as both dwarrow created two small braids before twisting them together and sealing it with a bead that bore Farin’s mark and Durin’s seal.

“Welcome, Jewel Dancer, to the line of Durin,” he continued once the braiding was done. “I welcome our cousin to our line and congratulate all three of you for joining your hearts as family.”

That was the final moment, and then the trio were mobbed by the rest of the company. Everyone wanted to offer their congratulations, and Hari, who had wanted family so badly growing up, could only bask in the knowledge that Dwalin and Balin had chosen her.

Twice she had lost her birth families in different manners, events which had haunted her in both her lives. Yet now, with this adoption into a new family, Hari hoped that the pattern would finally be broken and she would be able to remain with her new relatives all her life. If they only could get rid of the shadow Sauron had cast upon her as a threat because of her past life, then she might actually feel free to fully enjoy her new family and friends.

Authors’ End Note – We hope everyone enjoyed this installment of the story. Thank you so much for reading, and please share your thoughts with us. We take inspiration from the comments you leave. Take care, and see you next chapter! ~Rogercat and Laran
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