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Rowan week - day 1 - Samhain

Helloooo That’s me back in Scotland and ready to celebrate our buzzard. Now, I just re read it but I am not very awake. I have been up since 4am this morning so apologies if there are typos. So, it’s not 100% Rowan centric, but it’s him with his family. It’s post canon.

A few notes: Latha Bealltain, Lùnastal, :these are the name in Scottish Gaelic for Beltane and Lughnasadh.

Mirrie dancers is a Shetland for the northern lights...

Well, I hope you will love it.

No Warnings jus 1.9k words of undiluted fluff.

@rowaelinscourt

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The castle lay silent on a cold autumn morning. The trees outside, had long lost their leaves save for the expanse of pine trees, and the first soft blanket on snow covered the estate. It was all silent and that was the part of the day Rowan loved the most. Slowly he sneaked out of bed, without waking his wife still heavily asleep at his side. Out of habit he dropped a soft kiss on her head in a routine that accompanied him every morning. Quietly, he walked to the room adjacent and stared at the small body still curled under the heavy quilt. A big smile spread on his lips, Aisling, their six years old daughter, looked back at him with pine green eyes just like his.

“Dada?”

Rowan chuckled and walked to her sitting at her side “morning, love.”

The girl sneaked out of the covers and stretched her arms in an attempt to be picked up by her father “done sleeping?”

“Yes,” she pipped happily. Aisling was his clone, her hair just as silver as his, but was a mix of her parents when it came to her disposition. She was definitely an early riser like her father. “Want to go and have breakfast with me?”

“Yes, hungry.” When it came to food, Aisling was, on the other hand, all of her mother. He lived with two bottomless pits and his daughter seemed interested in sugary foods just like Aelin.

He grabbed a jumper and placed it on the little girl, the castle in the morning could be quite cold. “Let’s go, little terror.”

Aisling roared and Rowan burst out laughing while with her on his shoulders he walked to the kitchens.

When they arrived father and daughter got enveloped by the smell of baking and the heat of a fully working kitchen.

“Good morning,” Emrys welcomed them and with his hands covered in flour he tapped Aisling’s nose leaving a white spot, and the little girl giggled happily. She loved Emrys.

“Your majesty.” He addressed Rowan who almost flinched. Even after eight years he was still not used to be called and treated with such deference. He still felt like a warrior. He had tried to tell the chef over and over to call him Rowan, but the man’s hearing became erratic all of a sudden when he protested.

“Are you baking?”

“Yes, her majesty requested a selection of sweets for Samhain.”

Rowan grinned “did you make the spooky biscuits I requested?”

The chef nodded and turned to the little girl who was carefully listening to the two men talking “and you, little one, what would you like for breakfast?”

“Pancakes, and jam.”

Emrys smiled and ruffled her hair “pancakes you will have,” at the same time he passed her a glass with warm milk.

“Is it all setup for tonight?”

“Yes, Malakai brought in what you requested and stashed it in the agreed upon location.”

“Thank your husband for me, please.”

“Food,” screamed the girl and the two men laughed and the first pancakes finally landed on her plate.

Aelin joined them half an hour later, dressed in a loose and long blue dress that gently hugged her swollen belly. She was six months pregnant and always very tired. He’d take any opportunity to let his mate rest if he could.

“Morning, husband,” a soft kiss on his head, while Rowan’s hand gently brushed the bump “morning, fireheart,” he looked up at her, eyes full of joy and love.

“Mama!”Aisling climbed off the chair and ran to her mother, hugging her at legs level “morning, peanut.” In that instant Aelin felt a kick and smiled at the feeling.

“Emrys, I smell wonderful food.”

“I have baked a few things for you.”

Aelin walked to the man and plastered a loud kiss on his cheek “you are the most wonderful chef.”

Rowan snorted loudly “just because he fuels your unhealthy addiction to sugary stuff.”

Aelin turned to her mate “oh buzzard, you are such an old boring man.”

He was about to reply that she didn’t think he was that boring in bed when he made her melt under his touch but their daughter was around and she was very quick at picking up on these things.

“Yes, buzzard.” Screamed the girl tapping his arm with sticky hands from the jam.

Later on that night he had sneaked out and went to call Malakai to get everything ready for the evening he had prepared for his two women. He and the other man had set up a tent in a quiet corner of the gardens, with an open view of the sky too. It was meant to be a crispy night and he had a feeling that there was the possibility to see the Mirrie Dancers. Carefully they started the bonfire and once ready Rowan thanked the warrior and went to collect his two girls.

He found them in the royal chambers, both of them dressed with winter clothes and ready for whatever plan he had. Happy that they were warm enough, he took Aisling in his arms and grabbed Aelin’s hand in his and they started walking outside.

“Dada, where are we going?”

Rowan kissed her head “almost there, my love.”

Not long after Aelin spotted a big tent and a bonfire “Rowan, what is this?”

“Our Samhain celebrations.”

Her head leaned against his arm and kissed it gently “I love it already.”

“Don’t worry there is food.”

“Good, you know our priorities.”

Slowly he guided them inside “I guess you can top up the bonfire for us, yes?”

“Of course,”

Aisling squealed in delight when she entered the tent. It was an old battle tent and was spacious enough for all of them. He had it carpeted with thick warm quilts. In a corner lay a tray full of biscuits with monster shapes. It was cozy and it was bathed in the soft light of the bonfire outside.

Just on the side of the entrance there were a few carved turnips with grotesque faces and small candles in them, they were meant to ward off the evil spirits.

“Ro, this is amazing.”

“Go in, both of you. I have warm food.”

Aelin and Aisling sat inside and the girl started crawling around in happiness “do you like this, my love?”

“Yes mum,” she grinned deeply, showing some of her missing teeth.

Rowan came back a moment later with a big tray. On it three bowls with stew and fresh bread on the side “deer stew, Emrys made it today.” The smell of the food enveloped the tent and the family ate happily “Do you know what day it’s today, Lin?” She shook her head. “Tonight it’s a special night called Samhain.”

Aisling, who was done eating moved to her father and sat in his lap. Rowan had started telling her all about the old ways, about the festivals of Latha Bealltain, Lùnastal, Imbolc and the winter solstice. He told her legends and the meaning of the festivals and his daughter had loved all of them. “Samhain is an ancient festival too,” she turned her head up to look at her father, totally transfixed by him “it marks the beginning of the darker part of the year, so we lit bonfires to imitate the sun.”

“Why dad?”

“The bonfire is meant to ward off the evil spirits.”

Aisling laughed “like ghosts?”

Their daughter was as fearless as her mother and when once her uncle Fen told her a horror story they had been worried she would have been scared, but the little girl always went back for more.

“Yes,” said Aelin softly “big fat ghosts who steal out biscuits.”

Aisling giggled and took the treat her mother passed her.

“But there is another story, little one,” added Rowan, still holding his daughter “it’s meant to be also the time of the year when the veil with our world and the Otherworld can be crossed and spirits can come to us.”

“Like fairies?”

Aelin chuckled “Yes, darling.”

“I want to see a fairy.” She squirmed out of her father embrace and crawled to the edge of the tent “come out fairies!” She shouted into the night.

Rowan exited too and helped Aelin follow him. The three of them stood outside, near the fire, Aelin with her back against his chest and his hands on her bump and Aisling at her father side, her face up to the sky.

“Tonight may be a good night for the Mirrie Dancers, the conditions are the right ones.”

“That would be the best way to finish this wonderful night.”

They waited a while but Rowan entertained them with stories and legends and used the carved turnips to make up spooky stories for them.

Until he looked up and he saw the sky ablaze with green and blue waves of light, the air crackling with the energy of the moment. With his strong arms he pulled his daughter on his shoulder and Aelin tucked at his side.

“Pretty!”

“They are called Mirrie Dancers, my love,” he explained, his eyes never looking away from the stunning phenomenon “there are legends that they are the souls of the departed,” he explained “I want to believe that in this special night, they are here to bless us with their presence.”

“Like grandma and grandpa?” “Yes, darling,” said Aelin, grabbing on of her daughter’s hand.

“Hi grandma, hi grandpa, I love you.” Aelin almost burst into tears. “I want to believe our parents have crossed the veil and are dancing in the sky to let us know that they are happy of what we have accomplished.“

Aelin hugged her husband “I hope so, buzzard.” In that instant Rowan started singing an old song in the old language. She caught some words, it spoke of dreams, love and missing beloved. It sounded sad, but with a hint of hope at the end.

Aelin looked up at the sky and her flames in her hands, reacted gently at the energy emitted by the display. She felt alive. In a night to celebrated the dead, that festival of light in the sky made her feel alive. Just like the man and the girl at her side did. Every day. “Thank you for this, Rowan.” His face was still turned to the sky, his eyes closed and bathed in the light of the sky, while Aisling patted his head gently at the rhythm of the song her father was singing.

Mum, dad, I did it. She sent a thought to the sky I have created the better world I promised.

Rowan looked down and caressed her face “you did, fireheart.”

The poignant moment was broken by Aisling’s screams.

In the distance they spotted some dark shapes and Rowan smiled when he recognised the Little Folk. He let his daughter down who ran screaming “fairies.”

When they joined her she was sitting in the snow dejected “the fairies have gone.”

Rowan lifted her in his arms “they left presents, look.”

He picked up three figurines carved in acorns. A hawk, a woman with what looked a big belly and a little one.” “Dada, were they faeries?”

Aisling went back to his shoulder and walked back to the tent. Inside his two women fell asleep at the sound of his voice telling Aisling all about the Little Folk and how they helped her mum and dad.

Once they were asleep he walked out and looked towards the woods and the skies and whispered a silent thank you both the ancient gods and the Little Folk.

One last goodbye to his and Aelin’s parents and Gavriel and walked back in the tent with his family.

His everything.

His dream.

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Thicker than blood - 31

Hello all,

So here we are with a. chapter that I hop will make you happy. It’s finally time for the moment you have all been waiting for. After that prepare for the olympics of fussing and a lot of hurt/comfort. The worst of the angst is definitely over. You made it.

The sun was about to set once more behind the peaks when Rowan and Rhoe finally reached the ridge and were ready to cross on the other side. In the distance they could see the clearing with the house. A few lights were on. Hopefully it was Maeve and not some human or vampire looking for peace.

They stepped closer and Rowan felt it. A tug in the bond. It was far stronger than he had felt in a while and a hint of hope started to spread in him. She was there. She was close and alive.

“Aelin is here.” He said quietly while his eyes were glued on the building down the mountain.

Rhoe looked at him in a question.

“I can feel her. She is here.”

“Then what are we waiting for. Let’s get our girl back.”

They both collected their rucksacks and started the descent towards the mansion.

Aelin wanted to die.

For the past two days pain was all she had known. She had woken up back in her cell feeling her body torn apart by excruciating pain. Her skin felt on fire all the time, but what was causing such dark thought was her constant craving to feed on spiked humans. The need was gnawing inside her, driving her insane. The small space around her was not helping either. There was no light from the outside world and the darkness was closing in. And the ghosts… she was never alone in that cell. The ghosts of all the people she had fed on were haunting her day in and day out. She had enough.

On shaky legs, Aelin pulled herself up and tried to attract’s someone’s attention but after half an hour, Aelin collapsed back on the cold floor and started crying in desperation while her stomach cramped. Gods, she was going through withdrawals. Lying on her side she curled on herself and held her tummy to try and ease the pain but with little success. Aelin started to try and breath deeper but then nausea hit her and was sick on the ground.

She was now on her four and sobbing hard.

“Make it stop,” a deep breath “Make it stop.” She shouted again at the top of her lungs then she lunged for the wall and banging hard with her bare fists “Let me out, let me out, let me out.”

Desperation had taken over when all of a sudden she felt a familiar tug in her bond with Rowan.

“Rowan,” she whispered among tears “Rowan I am here.”

Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor and closed her eyes basking in Rowan’s presence.

Maeve was done waiting. She had read Erawan’s lab diary and knew what to do to push Aelin over the edge. With a spring in her step she walked quickly to the cells, opened the one she needed and in the darkness she found what she was looking for.

Maeve grabbed Aelin’s arms and pulled her out “let’s go niece, it’s time to finally become useful.”

Aelin seemed to perk up in that instant and tried to rebel, but Maeve was strong and she was far too weak to fight her. The woman dragged her with little ceremony down a corridor she had never seen. They were going deeper in their hideout. She was going to die there alone.

One more shout to Rowan, if he really was near he might be able to feel her.

Maeve kept dragging her with little ceremony, the grip hard on her wrist.

Once in front of a big black door Maeve pushed her inside and Aelin collapsed on the floor. She was only wearing a thin white shift, her bare knees scraped on the brick floor and yelped at the pain.

“Erawan wanted to wait, but I have little patience,” she grabbed Aelin by her hair and dragged her with her to a table with a lot of utensils. Aelin closed her eyes.

Maeve grabbed a syringe and stabbed Aelin in the neck and then pushed her niece back on the ground “Now you are finally ready to fulfil your destiny,” her finger lifted Aelin’s chin “After the transformation is complete I will unleash you on Orynth and you will kill so many humans for me.”

Aelin felt pain spread through her and gritted her teeth “Never.”

“You have no choice.”

Pain like she never experienced before, shot through her body and she screamed. She went on all fours and her nails scraped the floor drawing blood. The pain was unbearable and Aelin felt something snap in her. She lifted her head and saw Maeve looking at her and smiling.

In a burst of energy Aelin stood up and faced Maeve.

“You are stunning.”

Aelin tilted her head and took a step towards Maeve.

“You will be my perfect killing machine.”

Aelin’s hand sprang forward and grabbed Maeve by the neck and slammed the woman against the wall with a lot of force.

She stared in those violet eyes full of hate and then her canines plunged in her neck and with brutality bit the woman, the skin tearing in her mouth. She kept drinking while the woman trashed in her grasp. She brutally tore into Maeve again and again and again, until the woman was dead.

Aelin dropped her in a pool of her own blood, then took a few steps back and crouched on the floor, her head tucked between her arms.

A savage roar left her then ran for the metal door and started trying to use her body to open it.

Rowan and Rhoe had ran down the hill after Rowan felt a pang of fear through the bond. They burst into the house and stopped. They had no idea where to go so they started to wander.

Aelin had given up trying to use her body to tore the door down after it had started to hurt. The room, probably a torture chamber, was full of tools and she saw a metal bar. With it she was now trying to force the door open. The evil concoction had given her super strength so she tried to open the door.

It was a good half an hour later when the door finally bent enough for her to sneak through. She was exhausted and felt sick. Slowly she leaned against the wall and stepped out. Step by step. Stopping from time to time to empty her stomach. The cramps were getting worse and she was starting to struggle to stand. Once at the top of the stairs she collapsed on her knees.

“I can feel her.” Rowan rushed through a corridor.

“Her scent. She was here.”

Rhoe did not object and just followed his son in law.

With the desperation of a mated male whose mate was in danger, Rowan followed her trace and rounded a wall and he saw her.

“Fireheart.”

Aelin lifted her head and stared at the silver-haired stranger that had just appeared. All of a sudden her instincts told her to attack, so she stood in a swift motion and lounged for the man, fangs bared.

“Aelin, it’s me.”

“I must kill.”

Rhoe reached them in that instant and Aelin went wild. She still had the metal bar in her hands and attacked the two men but Rhoe was quick enough to grab his daughter and pull her to his chest. With his strong hands he made her drop the metal bar all the while Rowan stared at his mate trash in her father’s arms.

“Rowan, in my backpack I have a syringe with tranquilliser.”

He was frozen. Aelin was wild and did not recognise them. Had they been too late? Had she slipped? Was she forever lost to him?

“Rowan.”

At the urgency in Rhoe’s voice he snapped back and grabbed the man’s sack and searched for the injection.

He passed it to Rhoe and the man pushed it to Aelin’s neck. It was a matter of seconds and she fell asleep.

Rhoe deposited Aelin on the floor “You stay with her, I am going to deal with Maeve.”

Rowan wanted to protest, but in that instant Aelin had the priority.

Rhoe disappeared and Rowan finally had the courage to kneel at her side. Her hair was dirty and messy, her mouth covered in blood, her hands and fingers bore the marks of struggle and her body was covered in bruises.

“I got you, fireheart. I told I would found you.”

He sat down and pulled her to his chest cradling her.

Rowan started to sing to her while tears marked his cheeks “I will help you. I am not leaving you again, no matter how much you scream at me.” A kiss to the top of her head “I love you.”

It was half an hour later when Rhoe came back with a dark face and a bag of IV in his arm.

“Maeve is dead, it looks like Aelin took a few pieces of her aunt.”

Rowan felt a deep sense of pride. That had been Aelin’s kill.

“What is that?”

Rhoe placed the IV in his backpack “I did some exploring. I found a lab with the remains of a man. Erawan according to his badge. He was in a lab and there were these bags on a tray. I have a feeling this is what they pumped into her. I need to have Aedion to run tests.”

Rowan nodded and stood. All he cared about now was to take Aelin back to safety.

“Let’s all go home.”

Rowan smiled and walked out. Rhoe was getting ready to hike again but Rowan stopped him.

“We are not walking back.”

“What do you mean?”

Rowan tilted his head toward the helicopter “we are flying.”

“Can you?”

“I am 320, do you really think I grew this old without taking flight lessons?” He chuckled “I have clocked over 20000 hours throughout my life and flew a vast array of planes. I was in the airforce too for a brief time.”

Rhoe chuckled “Well then, takes us home.”

Rowan was hesitant, it meant he had to let go of Aelin and he doubted his instincts were allowing him to do so.

“You can’t fly with Aelin in your arms, I will hold her.”

Rowan almost refused but Rhoe extended his arms to catch his daughter.

“I am not leaving you,” he whispered against her hair “I am just passing you to your dad. I am flying us home.” A kiss on her head and then finally he handed his mate over to Rhoe. The man climbed in the back of the helicopter and Rowan stared at him extract a blanket from his rucksack and envelop Aelin in it.

“Land at the airport, we have a private hangar. I will call Brullo.”

Rowan climbed to the front and started all of his checks, he switched on the radio and grabbed a headset to contact ATC. He checked the documents and obtained the call sign of the helicopter.

Mentally he went through all of his checks once more and then finally started the rotor and hoped the plane was in good flying condition. All his dials were working correctly and they had fuel.

“Fasten your seat belts, we are ready to go.”

He contacted ATC and got clearance to take off.

With a few practiced moves they were in the air, he banked gently and took in the house where Aelin had been held captive. He should have set it on fire.

“We should have torched the place.”

“I was just thinking the same,” added Rhoe staring at the mansion from the window “There is still time…”

Rowan went back flying and realised he missed it maybe he should buy a small airplane and take Aelin away from time to time. He was wealthy, he had savings, maybe it was time to finally enjoy some of the perks of being immortal.

It was a while later when in the distance he finally saw a city and knew it was Perranth.

Over the radio he asked permission to Perranth airspace for transiting and followed the heading that ATC had ordered.

Rowan repeated the instructions and kept flying to Orynth.

“You will need to ask clearance to land at our landing strip. I have the code to pass to ATC.”

Rowan nodded.

It took them a good forty minutes to get cleared for approach. Orynth airport was super busy and they were an helicopter landing in a private airstrip. That would mess up ATC plans.

When Rowan got clearance to land he followed the instructions from the tower and finally landed the helicopter on the tarmac. Outside the hangar there was a black SUV parked and he recognised the head of security.

He switched off the helicopter and got off. Rhoe was already walking to the car while Brullo was collecting their backpacks.

Rhoe placed his daughter in the backseat and Rowan followed while the two other men climbed in the front seats.

He pulled Aelin in his arms.

“We are home, fireheart.”

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