All right, everybody. Here's the chapter you all have been waiting for. I know I was supposed to post it last week, but I was working outstation. Hence, the delay.

Okay. Here we go.

(Drum rolls)

"Adromir proudly presents – the Grand Finale!"

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Several days later, they were home.

Sort of.

"So, this is it." Legolas released a pent-up breath before turning to his fellow companions. "Shall we go in, or are we going to just sit out here gaping at the gate?"

Keldarion threw him a dirty look. "Right. Why don't you go first? We'll be right behind you."

"I go first? Huh. Get real."

"What's the problem? Lose your nerves somewhere?" Keldarion taunted with a grin.

"If I had lost my nerves, I wouldn't even be here," Legolas shot back. He then added under his breath, "I might be hiding in a box where father can never find me."

Keldarion obviously heard this because he laughed out loud. "Oh, he will find you, all right. Even if you were the box!"

Sending his brother a murderous glare, Legolas retorted, "This is getting ridiculous. Darion, you go first!"

Startled, Eldarion literally jumped in his saddle. "M…me?"

"Yes, you. Minas Tirith is your home, is it not?"

"Of course, b…but…I…I…" the boy stammered, not relishing the idea of being the first to endure their fathers' wrath.

"Oh, go on, Darion. Let's not keep the family waiting. Don't worry, your father will not kill you," Keldarion assured him.

"That's because our father will kill us first!" Legolas said. He rubbed his belly with a grimace. "Ai. I just hope I won't faint dead away and humiliate myself when he does so."

Keldarion frowned at his brother' drawn and clammy face. "You look terrible. Will you be all right? Can you hang on?"

"Sure I can!" Legolas snapped, insulted. "Now let's get moving before I throw up all the day's meal!"

Biting down his lower lip to hide his grin, Eldarion kicked his mount and led the way to the city's great gate. The guards had already recognized the companions from afar. Not only were they glad to see their missing crown prince, those men of Gondor were also incredibly relieved, and it showed on their beaming faces as they surrounded the three riders. One of them even looked as if he was about to kiss Eldarion's booted feet.

"Bless you, your highness! Bless you!" one guard cried out, tears glistening in his eyes. The rest of the guards were clapping and cheering joyfully, pleased by their prince's return.

Deeply touched and humbled to the bone, Eldarion smiled back at them, appreciating their adoration for him. He had behaved so outrageously when he slipped under their watch that day, but still they loved him the same. He knew he owed these loyal guards not a small amount of apology.

"Your highness! I'm so glad you're back, hale and unharmed!" This came from one of the gate officers. "Ai, you have given us quite a scare, my prince."

"Forgive me, captain, for all the problems I've caused you by my impulsiveness," Eldarion respectfully apologized. "It won't happen again."

"Never you mind, your highness. I myself have learned a good lesson. Knowing what you are able to do, I will always be kept on my toes from now on," the captain replied, grinning. "But the next time you decide to run away, I pray you take me with you. I swear, your father nearly executed me when he found out how you've managed to pass through the gate!"

Eldarion laughed at this but, inside, his heart shriveled with dread. Ai. I'm as good as dead!

As if he could hear what the boy was thinking, Keldarion suddenly said, "Relax, Darion. Your mother won't let your father harm you."

"Lucky for you." Legolas indelicately snorted. "Our wives would cheerfully let our father harm us!"

And so, they continued to ride on, straight for the citadel. The news must have traveled fast ahead because many people streamed into the streets to catch the sight of their beloved prince, cheering him on the entire way.

Eldarion breathed easier. His father might have one heck of a temper, but even he knew it was not smart to harm his own son who was also the people's favorite. Why, they might call for a revolution if that happened!

At the citadel's terrace, the three princes of two different realms expertly reined in their mounts. Eldarion's family was already waiting. His mother, his father, his sisters—they all stood on the steps, expectantly watching him as he dismounted.

With a soft cry, Queen Arwen flew down the steps towards her son, her cheeks wet with happy tears.

"Mother!" Eldarion flung himself into his mother's arms, his eyes also damp. "Forgive me, mother. Forgive me for causing you hurt and grief. I'm so sorry…"

"Shhh. It's all right, my dear. Everything's all right now." Arwen tenderly stroked her son's face, smiling through her tears at him. "You have returned to us. That's all that matters."

"But I was so stupid! I shouldn't have…"

"No, no, Darion. None of that now," she cut his words and kissed his temple. "We will talk, as long as you want to, but later. Right now, let us welcome you home, for we have sorely missed you."

They embraced again, causing Eldarion's three sisters to loudly protest, "What about us? We want to hug him too!"

Chuckling, Arwen stepped away and let her daughters swarm their brother. Nessa and Elanor laughingly planted wet kisses on Eldarion's cheeks, but little Enelya stood back and just stared at him with her big, round eyes.

"Hello, little flower. Any hugs for me?" Eldarion smiled coaxingly at his youngest sister. He then frowned when he noticed Enelya's interesting footwear. The shoes were a lot bigger than her feet because, well, they were not hers to begin with. "Err…why are you wearing my boots?"

That was exactly what the young princess had been waiting for.

"So that I can do this!" she cried out and kicked with all her might, hitting Eldarion square on his left shin.

"Awww!" The prince screamed, hopping on one foot as he favored the other leg. "What did you do that for!"

"That's for leaving us so unhappy, you…you bird-brain!" Enelya shouted back. "Don't you know how much I cried when you left? Don't you know that you've made mommy cry? And then made father cry?"

Eldarion's eyes went up and met his father's, dead on. For many seconds, their gazes held.

Even when his family was celebrating below him, Aragorn had not moved from his spot. His face composed, the king of Gondor stood tall and proud as he watched everything. Only the odd brightness in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Suddenly tongue-tied, Eldarion went slowly up the steps to stand directly in front of his father. "M…my liege, I…"

"Are you well?" Aragorn interrupted, his face still unchanged.

"Yes, sire." The son nodded. He lowered his head, fully expecting to hear the form of punishments that he deserved.

"I'm glad then," the father responded, his voice gentle. "You must be tired. Let your mother take you inside. I believe she has ordered a bath and some refreshments for you."

"But, father," Eldarion quickly looked up, "I have done great wrong to you."

"As have I, likewise." The façade on Aragorn's face nearly cracked then, but he held on. Giving his son's shoulder a brief squeeze, he whispered, "We will talk, my son, you and I. Now go with your mother."

Eldarion looked down when his youngest sister suddenly gave his hand a tug. "Yes, Enelya?"

"I think you should do what father told you," the little girl solemnly said.

Even Aragorn had to smile when he heard that.

Grinning, Eldarion bent over until he was nose to nose with his sister. "All right, I will. But are you going to kick me again?"

"Are you going to leave us again?"

"You know I won't." He promptly kissed her nose. "I've missed you terribly, little sister, and I'm not going to go through that agony any more."

Enelya blushed, looking very pleased. "Then you can have your boots back. They are killing my feet!"

Laughing, Eldarion swept his giggling sister into his arms and went inside, Nessa and Elanor right on their heels.

Before turning to follow her children, Arwen silently approached the two Mirkwood brothers. He kissed them both tenderly on their lips.

"Thank you," she said, her voice only a soft whisper, her eyes watering. "Thank you for returning my baby to me."

The queen gave them another trembling smile and took herself back into the citadel.

"So," Aragorn spoke, walking down the steps towards her oldest friends, "You keep your promise. You found my son."

Still standing between their mounts, Legolas and Keldarion glanced at each other and broadly grinned. "Yep. That we did."

Aragorn also grinned, his head shaking. "Your father was right. You two are relentless!"

There was a catch in the man's voice when he said next, "I'm truly indebted to you, my friends. Valar only knows how I can repay you after what you have done for me, for my family."

"Estel, there is nothing to pay for," Legolas protested. "We love Eldarion too."

"That boy can drive us insane with his stubbornness—he got that from you, by the way—but we truly care for him. In fact, he is like a younger brother to me," Keldarion declared. He made a face when he realized what he had just said. "I can't believe I said that. Legolas is already a constant pain in my ass. Why do I need another one?"

Legolas glared. "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

"Thank you. I'm glad you agree." Keldarion deadpanned.

His chest rumbling with laughter, Aragorn stood watching as the two brothers' bickered. Some things would never change. But then he noticed that Legolas was a lot paler than usual, and Keldarion was slightly favoring his left chest.

"Are you two hurt?" the man asked.

"No!" Legolas answered, the same moment that Keldarion said, "Yes."

Aragorn raised one eyebrow. "Right. Which one is it?"

"It's not important." Legolas brushed the question away impatiently. "But tell me, where's our family? I thought they are all here."

"Well, yes, they are." Aragorn nodded.

"Why didn't they come out? Didn't they know of our arrival?"

Aragorn had a strange smile on his face by then. "Oh, they do. They do."

"Then, where are they?" Legolas asked, sounding mighty desperate now. "I want to see my wife and the twins."

"And I can't wait to see Aislinn," added Keldarion, already heading for the steps. "I have lots of things to tell her."

"Where is our father, by the way?" Legolas wondered in puzzlement.

"About time you ask!" A voice suddenly boomed behind them, causing the brothers to whirl around in unison. They gaped at their father, their faces drained of all color.

Where in Arda did he come from?

"Oh…uh…Hello, father," Keldarion managed to say, having a hard time to believe that the elven king managed to sneak upon them.

"What? Is that all you can say? Hello? " Thranduil was frowning with disapproval.

Legolas tried to come out with a smart reply, but he must have pulled something in his belly from his abrupt movement just now. He was horrified to know that he was about to get sick.

Very, very sick.

No one was more surprised than Thranduil when, without warning, his youngest son bent over at the waist and threw up his stomach content.

"Aiiieee!" The other three instantly leaped out of harm's way.

"Sorry," Legolas mumbled sheepishly when he finished. "Feel a lot better now."

"Are you sure?" Keldarion was skeptical. "You look very green to me."

"What's wrong with you?" Thranduil was frantic as he asked Legolas. "You are hurt, aren't you? What happened? What have you gotten yourself into?"

"May I answer that later? I think I'm…going to…to…"

Legolas' eyes rolled upward, a split second before he slumped. Thankfully, Thranduil was able to catch him before he could hit the ground.

"Legolas! What the…!" Thranduil sputtered, perplexed. He looked up to his other son. "Blast it, Kel! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!"

Keldarion sighed. Legolas was out, so it left only him to face their father's famous tirade. "Well, father, it's a long story."

"Whatever it is, it can wait." Aragorn decided that he must interfere. "Let's take Legolas where he can lie down first."

Without further arguments, the three rushed up the steps and went straight into the citadel, carrying the limp Legolas between them.

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"Valar, I feel like killing myself!" Those were Legolas' first words when he finally came around not long after.

"That's funny, because I feel like killing you too!"

Legolas was so startled he nearly bolted out of the bed. He glanced to the right and cringed. His father was giving him the famous 'Thranduil's glare' treatment.

"Your brother has told me everything and I'm not very happy with you right now," Thranduil said, clearly upset. "That was incredibly stupid of you, going into the enemy's lair all by yourself. What the blazes were you thinking?"

"Please father. Not now!" Groaning, Legolas looked around and found his brother sitting in a big chair a few yards away. "Kel, help me here."

"Sorry." Keldarion just shrugged. "It's now your turn. I've had mine a short while ago. And let me tell you, it was no fun while you were out because I couldn't share the joy in hearing father rant and yell and nag and… "

Keldarion slammed his mouth shut when Thranduil sent him a fierce look that could render a normal man to tears.

"Father, it's no big deal. The most important thing is that we are home, bodily intact," Legolas said, shifting about in the bed to find more comfortable position—which was extremely hard if you had your irate father looking ready to chew you alive!

"Bodily intact, my butt!" Thranduil growled. "You have a ruptured spleen, for crying out loud!"

"But that can be repaired," Legolas replied, trying to act nonchalant. "In fact, I can lead a normal life without a spleen. They only need to cut me open and remove it before…"

He came to a halt, and went terribly white in the face. "Oh, lord. They are going to cut me open. They will take apart my anatomy, I will bleed to death and…and…"

"Hey, hey. It's all right, son. Everything is going to be fine," Thranduil soothingly said, all trace of displeasure vanished from his face. He patted his son's arm. "Even as we speak, Aragorn is already busy putting together a team of well-trained healers for your coming surgery…"

"Surgery? No…!" Legolas wailed. He protectively hugged his tummy. "Look, I change my mind. Tell Estel not to go to all that trouble, will you? I think I'll keep my spleen, thank you very much."

Thranduil looked at Keldarion and rolled his eyes. "I think he needs a distraction."

Grinning, Keldarion stood and walked over to the bed. "There is no better distraction than his wife and children. I think you should let them go, father."

"Let them go?" Legolas was clearly puzzled. "What's that mean? Where are Nara and the twins?"

"Father locked them inside the nursery when he heard us coming." Now it was Keldarion's turn to glare at Thranduil. "Aislinn is locked inside with them too."

"You did what!" Shocked, Legolas stared opened mouth at his father.

Thranduil had the grace to look sheepish. "I…uhh…have to keep them out of my way for a bit."

"WHAT THE BLOODY FOR!"

"So that they won't interfere when I do this!" Thranduil grabbed his sons' ears and gave them a vicious twist. Shrieking, Legolas and Keldarion squirmed for release but their father held on fast.

"That's for driving me crazy with worry!" The elven king gave their ears another twist. "And that's for dumping your lady wives on me without even a by-your-leave! I adore both my daughters but female problems are definitely not my fort, do you hear me?"

As if on cue, the door to the room burst open and the said ladies rushed in. Their mouths dropped open when they saw what Thranduil was doing to his sons.

"My lord! What are you doing? No, stop! Get away from them!"

Narasene and Aislinn quickly ran over. They grabbed Thranduil by his sleeves and unceremoniously shoved him away, mere seconds before they threw themselves into their husbands' opened arms.

"How did you two escape? I keep the only key to the nursery with me." Thranduil frowned as the two couples started kissing.

"We broke the door down with a chair," Narasene replied without looking up, and continued running her lips all over Legolas' face. "Oh, honey bun, you are hurt? My poor darling."

Aislinn wrapped herself around Keldarion's tall frame. "I missed you like crazy, husband. I'm sorry for everything. Please don't leave me again. I love you so much."

Legolas and Keldarion wore identical stupid grin on their faces. They were so delighted by their spouses' attention they completely forgot their father's presence.

Even as Thranduil watched, his sons went on smooching with their lovely wives. He was startled when two little creatures suddenly brushed past him and leaped onto the bed.

Hadrian and Linden. Who else?

"Dada! Dada!" the twins cried, hugging and kissing their father.

"Oh, my little warriors!" Legolas laughed. "Come here and let me see how tall you have grown!"

Thranduil threw up his arms and turned away, muttering under his breath, "Fine. You can have them now."

Giggling and whispering, Keldarion and Aislinn headed for the door, arms curled around each other's waist. Shortly after, they locked themselves inside her chamber and didn't come out for hours.

Hadrian and Linden crawled off their father's bed and went to their grandfather, declaring in unison, "Dada and Mama kiss."

Chuckling, Thranduil picked them up. "Yes, I can see that. Or, should I say, I can hear them."

The two boys tittered uncontrollably, causing their grandfather's smile to grow even wider. "Let's leave them to it, shall we?"

Turning to Legolas the elven king said, "I'll tell Aragorn to postpone the surgery."

Legolas or Narasene didn't seem to hear.

Deeply amused, Thranduil carried his grandsons out of the room and gently closed the door. Now was his last chance to have the little tykes all for himself, before their lovesick parents gathered their senses and came to claim them.

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Aragorn was ensconced in his study late that night, poring over his daily journal, when someone timidly knocked at the door.

"Enter."

The door opened with a slight squeak, and the crown prince of Gondor cautiously poked in his head. "You asked to see me, father?"

"Ah, Darion. Yes, come in." Aragorn smiled. "And please close the door."

Eldarion obeyed. He slowly approached his father's table and stood there, waiting with growing suspense.

Still smiling, Aragorn put away his journal and fully faced his son. "Do have a seat."

The boy sat, looking anywhere but at the king. He couldn't guess what he was in for, but he believed it would not be pleasant.

"You look well rested," Aragorn remarked. "Had a nice nap?"

"Yes, father." Eldarion nodded. "Never felt better in weeks."

Aragorn was silent for several moments as he scanned his son's features. The boy still looked a bit pale, with fading cuts and bruises clearly visible all over his face. Rising to his feet, he walked around the table and stopped by Eldarion's chair.

"Stand up and turn around."

Baffled, Eldarion was slow to rise. When he had his back turned, his father gently lifted the tail end of his shirt.

Overwhelmed by sudden rage and despair, Aragorn could hardly stifle a painful choke when he saw the crisscrossing scars all over Eldarion's otherwise flawless skin. Someone had badly hurt his child, and he was not there to stop it.

At that moment, Aragorn felt terribly ashamed for being so powerless.

"I…" He had to swallow repeatedly before he could speak. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you, Darion. I'm sorry you have to go through all that horror. I'm sorry I was not…"

"No!" Eldarion spun to hug his father. "I'm the one who should apologize. I'm the one who created all these problems. I'm the one who has been hurting everyone that I love. Forgive me, father. I know I've disappointed you greatly, but I promise I'll make up for my past mistakes. I swear I'll make you proud. I swear it, father…I swear it…"

The boy wept in earnest, shaking uncontrollably in his father's arms. In tears himself, Aragorn tightened his embrace, willing his every strength to pour from his entire being into his son.

"I'm always proud of you, Darion. Always." Aragorn pulled away when Eldarion's sobs finally died down. "It was my big mistake that I never let you know."

"Truly? You are proud of me?" The boy was surprised to know.

"Of course."

"Even after the big mess I've made of everything? Even after I've told you that I…that I hate you?"

"Do you really hate me, Darion?"

"No, father! No!" Eldarion frantically shook his head. "How can I hate you when I admire you so? I spoke in anger. I didn't mean any of it."

With a regretful sigh, Aragorn brushed his son's tears away. "I shouldn't have spanked you that day. You are not a little child anymore."

"Yes, well, that would always remind me not to be such a big baby." Eldarion managed a wobbled grin. "It's about time that I grew up."

"Admitting your mistakes is a sign of growing up, my son," Aragorn said. "Learn from your mistakes, and you will become a better person. I'm not saying that it is going to be easy. I was young once. I know how it is. You might repeat the same mistakes, but at least now you knew what consequences to expect."

Eldarion still looked depressed. Before coming into his father's study, he had gone to visit Legolas. The surgery to repair the elf's spleen was successful, but he was so heavily sedated he would only wake up the next morning.

"I have this huge guilt which I don't think would fade away, father," Eldarion said, "Legolas got badly injured because of me. I saw what those people did to him. He nearly died trying to protect me."

Aragorn softly chuckled at this. "What? You think you're the only one who feels this way? Legolas and Keldarion have put themselves in trouble countless of times just to save my neck. Yes, I do feel bad whenever they get hurt while protecting me, yet at the same time I feel blessed to have them as my loyal friends. In return, I would gladly die for them."

Squeezing his son's shoulder, Aragorn continued, "I understand you have been through a lot, Darion. But don't ever let that experience weakened you. You are my heir. You will replace me one day. You must stay strong, no matter what happens."

"I understand, father. But I don't think I'll be as strong as you." A lone tear rolled down Eldarion's cheek.

Seeing this, Aragorn tipped up his son's chin. "Do you love her?"

Eldarion blinked. "Who?"

"The girl. The one that you ran away with. What was her name?"

"N…Nisha. Her name was Nisha." The boy started to break down once more. "Those men killed her after they raped her. Kel and Legolas showed me her grave on our way back. There were no special markings so I planted some wildflowers on it. I'm not sure if the flowers will grow, as I'm completely hopeless at gardening. But I hope they don't die before they fully bloom, just like…like Nisha…"

Aragorn gathered his weeping son back into his arms and gently rocked, soothing him with kind words.

"I'm terribly sorry, Darion. I know you are hurting, but time will heal your pain. Look, I tell you what. How about if I send some people to her grave and build her a monument? Then everyone will know how important she had been to you. She helped change you into an adult, making you wiser beyond your years."

Eldarion gaped. "You…you are serious? You would build her a monument?"

"I'm serious." Aragorn grimly nodded. Releasing his son, he went to a side table where a small gilded chest sat on top. "Come over here. I have been waiting to talk to you about this."

Opening the chest, he took something out.

It was the long lost crown of Isildur.

Fully aware of his son's curiosity, Aragorn took his time walking to the bell chord and gave it a sharp tug. The sound of a gong was clearly heard coming from another part of the citadel. As if by magic, polite knockings came at the door not long after. A group of the citadel's noble stewards then entered and formed a semi-circle around the young prince.

Eldarion stared at them in bewilderment. "What…what's going on? Father?"

"On your knees," Aragorn told him.

Unsure of what else to do, Eldarion knelt, gazing up with anticipation.

"You found Isildur's missing crown," his father was saying, "And you brought it back to Gondor, where it belongs."

"Yes. But is it real?"

Smiling, Aragorn responded, "If it wasn't real, the stewards would not have been so crazily delighted after they finished examining it."

The king's words caused some of the men to nod in agreement.

"I will formalize this inauguration in front of the rest of Gondor's lords of office and our people in a proper ceremony tomorrow. As for now, these gentlemen will stand witness."

Aragorn held the crown above his son's head, and declared, "I, Aragorn from the House of Telcontar, with all the powers bestowed upon me as the ruler of Gondor, hereby choose the son of my blood, Prince Eldarion, as my Regent."

"Hear, hear," the stewards chorused in response.

Eldarion's jaw dropped. "Re…regent?"

Smiling, Aragorn lowered the circlet and placed it atop his son's head. "I believe this crown now belongs to you. Finder's keepers."

Eldarion was still in a daze when the king pulled him to his feet and embraced him. And then, one by one, the stewards came forward to bow at the newly appointed Prince Regent of Gondor.

"This is unreal," the prince was saying, touching the crown around his head. "This is bloody unreal."

"You have to cut down that crude language when ruling this kingdom," Aragorn gently rebuked with a grin. "The people would not appreciate it if their ruler cursed like a drunkard."

"But Lord Thranduil curses all the time," the boy said, only half joking. But his smile froze when he finally understood what he was in for. "You want me to do what? Rule this kingdom? But…but…how? I mean, why? You are still the king, aren't you?"

"I'm planning on taking a sabbatical. Your mother has been wishing to revisit Rivendell, to see her old home, and to see her brothers and grandfather."

"So you want me to rule in your absence."

"Of course. That's what a Regent is for."

Aragorn laughed when he saw his son turned another shade of white. "Oh, go on, now! Tell your mother and sisters. But of course your mother already knows, though I'm sure she has more to say to you."

His eyes watering once again, Eldarion grabbed his father in a quick hug.

"Thank you, father," he whispered and ran out the door in search of his mother.

"His highness will be a fine king one day, my lord," one of the stewards remarked to Aragorn before they all left.

"Indeed, he will," the current king of Gondor agreed, sheen of mist filling his eyes. "Indeed, he will."

Alone once more, he went back to his table, picked up his journal and resumed his work.

In the queen's parlor, a delighted young prince was so drunk with happiness he gave his mother a crushing embrace that lifted her off her feet. She laughed, kissed both his cheeks, and pulled him to a love seat. There, they sat holding hands. More tears of joy flowed that night as the mother talked and the son listened.

In a chamber below, a warrior prince was trading numbers, back and forth, with his wife. She kept saying that three would be enough, but he kept on bargaining and raising the number, planting kisses all over her flat belly until she dissolved into laughter and gave in. After the feat earlier in the day, her belly wouldn't stay flat for long.

In the guest nursery three doors down, a mother was singing lullabies after lullabies to put his twin sons to sleep. But the boys were so energetic they refused to lie still, and they had begun to noisily wrestle each other. The mother just smiled adoringly and continued to sing.

In the room across the hall, a father sat by a bed. It was his turn to watch over his sleeping son. The father was fast growing nostalgic by that familiar situation. Various escapades that his son had gotten into since birth—one after another—swiftly came to his mind. He recalled that one time when his son had been badly gored by a wild boar while trying to save a friend. His son was only a young boy then, but what a hero he had turned into that day…

Alas, that was another story.

THE END

At last! (Slumps in her chair with a very big sigh) Thank God, I've finished it! Finally, it's over. OMG, that was the most jinxed fic I've ever written. I mean, I met a lot troubles to bring this story to end. What with my grandma's death, my demanding career, my ill health, and the list goes on. And now I'm so deliriously happy I feel like dancing a jig on the table! Yay!

I don't think I can manage this far without the support of you readers. Thank you soooooooooo much for reading this story, and spending your precious time to review. Truly, you guys keep me going and going and going! How can I ever repay you, except for writing more and more stories after this?

Yes, I will keep on writing until I run out of ideas. But I'll not worry too much if that happens because you guys always offer me brilliant suggestions and plot-bunnies. Heck, some of you are even willing to lend me their muses! LOL!

Anyway, THANK YOU again. I know I usually list down all reviewers' name on every last chapter, but you are so many! The review section is over 40 pages long! Wow! A record!

To Sara my beta—You are my savior, my angel, my teacher. You make me sound as if English was indeed my first language. Thank you, dear. (Let's hope Kimi and McLaren win this year!)

Okay. I have a little bad news. The auditors are coming next week! So I have to postpone my next story until the middle of March. I'm thinking of putting up little Leggy fic, or the one where he got zap by the lightning. I'm still not sure which one will come up first. Just wait and see, ya?

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See you all next time! Adromir is taking a short break!

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p/s : Is any of you going to Sepang for the Malaysian F1 GP this coming March 19? No?