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Ridikulus Pt 18

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For all their desire to keep wrapped around you when your lunch had ended you were on your feet passing from the King’s empty apartment through your enchanted doorway into your bedroom. Straight into your closet you went, tugging your shirt off over your head with your bra next. A halter sports bra you pulled your tank top back over again. Next you swapped your shoes and jeans for a pair of knee length sweats you added a pair of running shoes on under. All in either a grey or bright green shade to help with visibility in case the mist came in early today. With a sigh you removed your wedding band and placed it in your jewelry box to keep it safe during your workout turning around you started working your hair into four braids you pulled up into a looped bun halfway to a full ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.

Through your house you trekked and passed through the front door grabbing your broom stick along the way. Out to the group of waiting teens you trotted only to spot Oliver’s sour expression before saying, “The Crimson Trotters stole our training spot.”

You nodded and said, “We could try Greenwood. I’m sure Dew Drop won’t mind.”

Fred and George grinned, “Ya, there’s tons of empty forest around their riding grounds.”

Angelina grinned saying, “Either way with how soft he is on you they can’t get too upset. Just a few exercises.” You nodded your head and guided them through your enchanted doorway and led the group through to the riding grounds where you crossed paths with Tauriel on her way back from her patrols.

Her smile spread after a greeting nod to you and you asked, “Hey, we need some space to do some of our training, would we be fine out here?”

She nodded and eyed your brooms and the trunk floating behind Oliver, then met your eyes again, “Of course, would you need any supplies?”

You shook your head, “No, we’ve got it all in the trunk. Thank you though.”

With another nod she stated, “I will leave you to it then and inform others to keep this area clear until you are through with it.” Before you could object she had turned and hurried off back to her next post. Rolling your eyes you could feel the race of your men coming back to see what you were up to. Out in the clearing you all sent off your brooms into lines for your groups and then stood around the chest Oliver kicked open.

Waving your hands you all collected your thirty pound weighted balls and turned back to your brooms where you all dropped to a lunge position and passed the ball under your bent leg. In your rise you would shift the other leg out, drop and repeat only to rise and drop down again for the first leg again for fifty reps. In the distance you could already spot the curious Men of Rohan who had overheard you were training.

After that you would plant your feet and drop down into deep squats for ten reps. Then hold upright while you raised the ball up over your heads as steadily as you could ten times before dropping into a pistol squat with one leg planted and the other extending in front of you then you would start again for until you reached fifty each. By the third set Elves had gathered, trickling over from Greenwood with a few eagerly rushing over from Rivendell after one of the returning guard had rushed over to alert them to the odd training. The Feanoreans being the first to clamber into the hall to watch with Glorfindel after them.

The final set was finally reached and you would lower down onto your backs for bicycle twists, holding up your body for a joint count to ten with a pause to raise and press the balls to your chests before going again. The next set ending with the ball between your feet to raise up as high and as many times as you could.

Those ended with a crunch up holding your back and legs bent up off the ground tapping the ball on either side of you. After ten taps you would rest the ball on your joined shins and lower then rise again in sit ups. Grabbing the ball again your feet would plant and you would raise and lower the ball again over your heads and start again on the twisting crunches. At the end of this at your focused furrow of your brow soft giggles were heard from your boys watching from windows above with Taule behind them smiling at your determination while she spotted Thranduil, who had snuck out of his meeting to see what the commotion was.

His first sight of you came at your laying flat then backwards arch upwards into handstands around the ball. Lowering each time then rising to roll the ball to the other hand for the gritted joint count to fifty pushups signaling your drop into a planked position with feet off the ground for ten pushup reps and the ball being passed in between until you were in the handstand again. Awed in the distance they all watched your feet lower to the ground and rise up while you cradled your weighted balls, turning around as a group then darting off into the distance making the Elves gasp at your speed. Five startlingly fast laps gaining the attention of the herd of stags you passed later you were the first back to leap up grabbing hold of your hovering broom one handed.

The ball was lowered to between your feet and you followed alternating reps of one handed raises with high foot raises straight up over your heads. Each one stirring up comments and hushed giggles at your focused expression and reddening of the faces of the guys trying to keep up with you and Angelina. Those were followed by planting both hands on the brooms to raise your knees in sideways twists to your shoulders before repeating your pull-ups.

The closeness to the teammates behind you raised brows until your turns to face one another and transfer of the balls to a hand while your legs curled up so you were dangling by the back of your knees. In your crunches up you would trade balls with your partners and drop down straight again repeating the trade. He usefulness of the action far from clear at their lack of any knowledge of quidditch.

Though behind Feanor’s back Ron asked, “What’s going on?” Maedhros nodded his head to the training session before Ron chuckled saying, “Oh if you think the training is something I’m certain you’d be floored by their first match in a month.”

Maedhros, “Match?”

Ron nodded with a grin, “Quidditch. Wicked deadly game. I’ll uh, dig up one of our books on it on my next trip out to tea with my T.”

The Elves blinked at his back when he turned to find his intended in the mess of Elves spying on before they turned to see you all dropping down to your feet again for another set of laps only to start over again. With your final lap in the training complete you all dropped your balls to the ground and plop down onto your backs for a few end stretches halting as your head turned to see your boys staring up at the hovering brooms.

A giggle left you and you found your feet between Fred and George, the three of you raising one in your arms while your brooms lowered. Wide grins spread on their faces seated on your laps while your feet rested on the foot rests with the Elves gasping softly at your smooth flight through the path you had been racing through on your training.

On their feet again they giggled and bounced as you were able to slip away for a quick shower through the others sharing the secrets of the game while Oliver pulled out your training model with working figurines in your places enchanted to follow guidance through wands or the play sketch boards built in under the goals. Groaning lowly you pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a t shirt you walked barefoot back through the doorway to Greenwood where you lowered your hand from your jaw to slip on a pair of slipper moccasins at the blister forming on the back of your heel from your infrequently worn running shoes.

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Fully opened for the day Weasley Wizard Wheezes was filling with the chatter and sounds echoing of the enchanted toys floating around above Dudley in his final check up on the displays while Ginny locked the register and pulled out the order sheet for the items and potions not in stock to be made and prepped later. It didn’t take long until the first customers entered and the pair assisted each of them while the blonde upstairs finished restocking another display while keeping an eye on the customers ensuring the others wouldn’t get overwhelmed while they did the menial tasks.

A few hours in however a timid pair of Dwarves found their way inside. The ginger haired thickly bearded shorter one led his chestnut haired husband through the shop. Their green eyes shining hopefully while they looked over the displays only for them to turn back towards the door when they saw no sign of the one they wanted. Halfway however Dudley stopped in their path asking, “Can I help you find something?”

Wetting his lips the chestnut haired one peered up at the teen asking, “We were just browsing.”

Dudley nodded as they stuttered a step then he asked, “It wouldn’t happen to be about that gender potion? Would it?” Their lips parted and Dudley said, “Jaqi’s not here, but she said to take down the information of any coming to ask about it and she’d set an appointment to collect what’s needed.” The couple glanced at one another and Dudley stated, “We have one of our friends coming up with a Dwarvish sign. Should be in later today.” He drew a journal out of his back pocket along with a pen he uncapped, and gave them a soft grin handing the pair to the couple who wrote down their names and address for their home in Erebor then passed them back.

Dudley grinned again and said, “I’ll make sure she gets this by lunch, she’s due to drop in today, and she will contact you for a consultation.”

The pair bowed their heads thanking Dudley then hurried back out again making him chuckle and head back to Ginny who asked, “First gender potion request?”

Dudley nodded and chuckled, “We might want to hurry up with a sign. They nearly left.”

Ginny nodded, “Well, shouldn’t take too long now till we get more filing in to give their names.”

Dudley, “Just hope they don’t all start bustling in at once. I doubt they could handle more than two at a time.”

Ginny chuckled, “Well it’s a big step, I doubt they would come out in droves.”

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As the crowd waned you grinned while Thranduil crossed to you beside Glorfindel and the boys, all beaming at your hidden strength after having tested the weight of the balls for themselves.

Glorfindel, “Simply marvelous Darling. We cannot wait for your first game.”

Thranduil nodded and eyed your ringless hand you raised and turned over revealing the sheet of herb soaked gauze pressed to it up to your lower knuckles, “Been off practice a while, have to leave it on an hour then I can put the ring back on.”

He nodded and moved in claiming a gentle kiss from you after you flashed the ring on a chain around your neck until you could put it on again, “As long as you are not in pain. We have herbs if you are. Those were quite hefty weights.”

You giggled saying, “Well we have to train hard to be the best.”

Again your brows furrowed making Glorfindel ask, “Are you in pain Dearest?”

“Just my teeth, but I have an appointment with Hermione’s parents to tend to them.”

Thranduil, “When?”

“In a bit. I just wanted to, drop in I guess, let you know where I’m off to.”

Estel moved closer leaning against your leg asking, “Can we go?”

You grinned at him saying, “Well, they did want to have a look at your teeth as well.”

The twins peered up at you asking, “Ours?”

You nodded, “All preventative, for records and such. We start all our little ones up for appointments early on so your teeth stay strong and healthy.”

Glorfindel grinned at you saying, “We have herbs that do that.”

In a playful grin at him you twisted on your feet gently patting Estel’s back guiding him with you, “Then you can all just watch me get mine taken out then.”

Thranduil’s expression dropped, “Taken out?!”

“That bludger on my birthday, well it certainly didn’t help with how my wisdom teeth are sitting.” He raised a brow, “My four teeth in the back are crooked and one is cracked. Long overdue to have them removed, but, war is hell and leaves little time for dental appointments.” Reaching out you raised his hand to playfully kiss his knuckles and pat the back of his hand saying, “I will be much better after, I promise.”

Looking you over steadily he noted your still tense and strained muscles clearly not eased by your bathing he noted for special herbs and teas after this appointment of yours. The doorway to Dale was bustling and easily you led the guys through the streets they admired the quaint structures from the Muggle world muddled into the Wizarding portions all oddly crafted and being scrubbed and mended by their owners. Along the way they paused catching the gasps and excited waves from the teens and young children outside your shop you waved back at through their stolen pictures and hurried paces inside with their Dwarf guardians hurrying after them after respectful nods your way for what they’d witnessed you had done for their King.

“Our shop.” The men all peered back at it and the headless charred figure raising and lowering a hat towards its shoulders, “The sign took a fair bit of damage in our escape. Used to look like Fred and George with a bunny popping up under the hat.”

Glorfindel, “Why are you not on the sign?”

You giggled saying, “It was a purple eyed bunny.” Making them look down at you, “I get enough attention and mostly the guys spend more time here. I just help with ideas and crafting the objects, picking up occasional shifts.”

Thranduil, “Still-,” his words halted at your next giggle while you led them around another corner and up the stoop into the waiting room. The pastel yellow room with quaint chairs in pale green adorned with flowers around a section for toys and tables of magazines in varying subjects. Curiously the men watched as you filled in the first empty line on the sheet on the clipboard waiting on the counter then took your seat at the elderly woman saying with a grin, “They’ll be right with you, Love.”

After a nod and a soft thanks you turned to guide the men to the chairs they filled around you while the boys eyed the jumble of colored wires and beads beside a sand box with random shapes inside. In a glance at them you said, “You have to grab the wands and slide it under the table.”

They eyed the sticks dangling from the chords tied to the table and sat wide eyed seeing the shapes move following the wands, “They have magnets in them.” Widening the boys’ grins for the short time they got to play until you were called back and they all insisted on joining you in the exam room.

Curiously they eyed the odd chair and instruments around you not noticing your grin at their inspection of all around them or Mr Granger’s entrance. “Ready for the fun finally Jaqi?”

You giggled and nodded, “Yes, the boys brought out your monthly helping of draughts?”

He nodded with a grin, “Yes, they did. So much easier now.” Mrs Granger finished setting up the tray table and you were eased back and given a pair of sunglasses when the light was switched on, “Let’s get you numbed up and have a look at how badly cracked, if at all, that molar is.”

Closing your eyes under the sun glasses you heard him unscrew the lid to dab a q tip into the numbing tonic he then eased over your gums leaving the lower half of your face without sensation at all. Carefully while his wife consulted the xrays he used the mirror to inspect then said, “Ooh, that is a painful crack, must be.” Reaching over he grabbed the pliers making the men swallow dryly only to hear step by step what he was doing. Sure enough the first tooth was out, the one that was badly cracked nearly split in half with three others, all with chips and cracks of their own.

Gingerly his wife passed him the phoenix tear elixir he eased the lid off of, accepting the clean dropper he filled and then lowered into your mouth once he was sure there were no fragments inside. Four drops later he grinned eyeing the now healed gums stating, “All mended. We should have accepted your offer for aid years back.”

Mrs Weasley placed the suction tube into your mouth making the boys’ heads tilt until she explained what it was for while her husband eased out another bottle he poured a syringe full between your lips reversing the effects of the numbing tonic. Steadily you shifted your jaw and grumbled at the temporary tingling that faded before he said, “Now, onto the cleaning.” Weakly you chuckled and the boys listened in while the men peered over you seeing what he was doing as well as the healed empty spaces from your wisdom teeth.

An easy cleaning later the group all joined you on your feet to head out to the front counter. There as you scheduled your next appointment they watched you pull out a folded set of muggle bills the men eyed curiously while you counted out the 1575 and then paused seeing only singles left then glanced up at Mr Granger and his smirk asking, “I got it all but three sickles, I can swap it later-.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “I am certain we can break your sickles with our Dwarf customers. Quite a number after the engagement news broke. Had to get another register for Wizard and Dwarf coins.”

With a grin you stated, “Thank you all the same.”

He nodded, “See you soon.” Waving to the boys in your path out into the street again.

Straight back to your shop you wandered and the men both claimed one of the twins while you settled Estel on your shoulders. With open mouths they all eyed the enchanted toys floating around the half empty shop. Each section you showed them and explained what the intriguing items were until your head turned towards Dudley who grinned and reached into his back pocket.

“How’s it going Dudley?”

He nodded, “Good. Nearly got attacked by a fallen display of punching telescopes earlier but Ginny saved me. Jen’s in the back repairing the border for it so it won’t topple again.”

You chuckled and eyed the journal he passed you and Ginny leaned onto the counter, “Three couples today. Spotted a few more passing by the shop earlier. We might have to put a notice on the sign for how many you can handle at a time.”

Behind her Fred and George popped up with grins saying, “We could handle, what, four potions at a time? Though we’d have to keep them in separate rooms keep them from getting mixed up or for trying to mingle.”

“Well Fili did say he’d mention adding a line about there being a waiting list granting time to prep.”

Ginny, “That’s good.” Her eyes wandered to the door after a clock behind her bleated it was time for her lunch bringing a familiar blonde figure of Haldir in the doorway stirring a grin onto her face in her trot around the counter. Hugging you tightly she said, “We’ll keep track of the names. Keep you posted. I’m off to lunch.” She stole pecks on the boys cheeks widening their grins as well while Thranduil and Glorfindel nodded their heads to her in her goodbye. “Wish me luck, maybe I can sneak a hug.” Making you giggle and glance at the twins.

Fred claimed the journal and gave it a wave copying the pages with the originals going blank before he handed the journal back to Dudley who claimed a hug from you as well saying, “Promised Mum I’d be back for lunch. Little Em is learning paper mache.”

“Ooh.”

He chuckled, “She’s making masks for us all.” He leaned in to whisper, “Yours is a sheep.” Making you giggle on his path out to the door until your eyes dropped to the glowing orb floating in front of you making your lips part.

Glancing up at the men behind you their brows rose as you said, “That would be Dwalin about Lulu.”

They nodded and followed you through your enchanted doorway into Erebor’s Royal Wing where you followed the sound of Lulu’s wailing cries and the stunned Dwarves rushing in towards the open apartment you entered wondering what the reason for the commotion was. Through the crowd of Dwarves you lowered Estel to your hip where Glorfindel claimed him stealing a peck on your cheek freeing you to move closer to Dwalin while they turned to greet Diaa and Niro who neared them. Inside her nursery you found Dwalin pacing until he caught sight of you and he said, “Jaqi!”

Moving closer you reached out shifting a strip of her hair off her forehead spotting a telling scaly patch of skin. “Dragon pox.”

He raised a brow as his mouth fell open fearing the worst while Balin behind him asked, “Is it fatal?”

You caught his eye shaking his head, “Not for children. It’s a common illness.” Behind you Remus popped up at your glance towards the mirror mobile with a grin that faltered in his own reach towards Lulu, “You should bring Teddy.”

Remus nodded and Dwalin asked, “We’re not really fit for a play date right now.”

You shook your head, “No, I know.” A wave of your hand brought a vial into your palm you uncapped and filled the dropper on saying, “This should help with her fever. It sounds a bit strange I know but she’s the most contagious now so we should bring Teddy over to catch it.”

Balin raised a brow, “You wish to infect another child?!”

You smirked saying, “Please don’t misunderstand this. It is a common illness, for children after the fever is managed it is a day or so of discomfort at the rashes and then they are immune from it ever again. Adults however, they have five hours from contracting it to when the fever hits its high to catch the symptoms and seek treatment or they will die.”

Dwalin, “That, makes-.”

You shrugged, “I know, it doesn’t make any sense but babies have vastly different immune symptoms than adults do.” He nodded and you wet your lips squeezing the liquid between Lulu’s lips halting her tears in her swallowing leaving only an irritated whine. “Now this should ease things and I’ll get some cream for her skin and some oils for her bath tonight.”

Dwalin nodded and looked to Remus as he appeared again with Teddy in his arms who he set with Lulu in her play area in the sitting room. With a grin he said, “Please don’t worry about her, she’ll be right as rain after the rashes mend.”

Dwalin looked at him with teary eyes keeping her little hands from going to scratch herself, “Just a wee little thing. We should be able to protect her.”

Remus grinned and patted him on the shoulder, “It is troubling. And terrifying, I get that. And our methods of handling this may be a bit odd but it is to keep them safe down the road. She won’t remember this.”

The Durins all settled around the sitting room while you popped back up and knelt behind her withholding your groan at your burning thighs opening the jar you brought after sliding a pair of gloves onto Lulu’s hands, “These she won’t be able to take off.” A swipe of your finger later you slicked a bit of cream onto her forehead and then onto each of the patches you could see while Teddy snuggled with her until she calmed as the cream eased her irritation. In a glance up at Dwalin you said, “See, better already. Should last about three hours.” You said passing it to him he cradled carefully before he eyed the vial you passed him, “Warm water, no soap, just that, let her soak and be sure to use a wet cloth to coat her patches before bed. It’ll keep them moist even after you dab her dry and it’ll help her sleep through the night so you don’t have to stay up.”

Dwalin mumbled, “Not that I’ll be able to sleep anyways.” His eyes shifted to Teddy who smacked his lips and then turned his head away from Lulu to sneeze stirring a grin onto Remus’ face.

In another turn of your head you spotted another glowing orb making you sigh, “Off to Rivendell.”

Glorfindel behind you said, “Would it be another case?”

You nodded, “Most likely.” On your feet after you kissed Teddy and Lulu’s foreheads you turned to pass through the doorway giving a comforting comment to the family lingering around. Through the doorway Thranduil and Glorfindel carried the boys off to find Elrond in the sea of panicking Elves in the scream and wail filled city. Even from Lothlorien more and more children poured in filling the main corridors and gardens. A sharp whistle from you quieted the adults and with a swirl of your hand you brought the fever draught out and started issuing it.

Your call for Neville, Draco and Luna was answered and they started to help hand out the stocked up stash of creams and vials of bath tonic. Off in the distance Percy was sent a notice along with Cho and Dean were issued a notice along with other Ministry members noted as not having contracted it to go out to the chosen quarantine house.

By hours end Snape had joined the other professors in forming more creams and tonics to replenish the stores. The panic ceased and though disturbed by the older children the Dwarves brought, at the ministry request, to play with the toddlers stirring up a wave of sneezes signaling their contracting the illness, the fostering Elves sat content at least that their children were eased for the time being. Each child had the contraction and issued treatment added to their fostering filed copies of their medical records and all of them were sent home again with a helping of supplies with Hermione there to offer the fever draught when they showed signs of it.

Nightfall broke and you sat across from Maglor as he asked, “You just passed a pox onto a number of children? How are you content with this?”

A soft grin eased onto your face accepting the tea Thranduil offered while Glorfindel raced off to fix you a meal at the growling of your stomach a few minutes prior at lack of a lunch yet even after Taule had come to fetch the boys hours prior. “I am content knowing that it is a treatable tolerable condition now rather than when they pass fourteen and the illness becomes fatal.”

At that the Elves’ faced dropped while Amras asked, “How is that possible?”

You shrugged, “Children tend to heal faster. Their immune systems are greatly different than adults. We’re still not certain past that. I know it is troubling, seeing children sick and then knowing that we are forcing that on other children. It, would even seem barbaric to some.”

Thranduil patted his hand on your thigh, “Far from barbaric. A paper cut today over a broken leg twenty years down the line is far more tolerable of a choice.”

You grinned at him and Elrond asked, “It wouldn’t pass to us, would it?”

Shaking your head you answered, “I’ve watched the adults from Erebor and your kin, none have shown the signs. There is a short five hour window we’ve well since passed. The illness came from our world and it seems to remain with us. Though I do have warning charms I’ve left in the mountain and forests to alert us if any of your kin show symptoms.”

He nodded and the rest relaxed in their chairs, “That is comforting. Thank you.” His eyes wandered to the line of toddlers being carried home for their baths and bedtime then back to you, “You are not tired? That was quite a training this morning.”

Your head tilted to the side and you said, “I need to get used to it again. We took a long break for the hiding and fleeing and settling here.”

Maedhros, “You do all that for a game?”

You smirked at him replying, “Quidditch is in my blood. Long line of players. It bonds people over vast barriers of culture, language, backgrounds, countries even. It’s more than just a game.”

Glorfindel returned with a grin and a full tray of food for you he set down and claimed your side patting your other thigh grinning seeing your ring back on your finger finally when you had realized you still weren’t wearing it. The meal didn’t last long and you were led by the hand by your husbands off to Thranduil’s apartment.

Once inside you smelled the odd herbs being added by a servant into the bath who promptly bowed and left while the men eased off their robes and boots leaving them in the bedroom at the foot of the bed. In their undressing they looked at you curiously standing there making Glorfindel chuckle and say, “The bath is for you Love.”

You glanced at it again and Thranduil added, “To help lessen your pain.”

With a sigh you turned and went to the bath, winding up your hair as you sank into it once you had undressed. Oddly the liquid prickled against your skin making your hair turn an odd bright orange as you sat back against the wall. Propping your feet up on the sunken bench you glanced up at the pair with pants rolled up to eased their legs into the water to sir beside you. Both chatting calmly until you started to rise, though on your feet in the towel they wrapped around, in your turn you your eyes fell onto the healer with her golden hair tied back. A glance up at Thranduil eased his stolen kiss before he purred by your ear, “No objections.”

Kissing your cheek before Glorfindel added after a peck of his own, “This is Iris, one of our healers, she is here to help relax you.”

Looking her over and the cushioned table in front of her you asked, “Like a massage?”

Thranduil kissed your temple pressing his hand gently into your upper back coolly stating, “Good, you have treatment similar to this. Now, on the table.”

Eyeing the vials you asked, “What type of oils are those?”

Glorfindel replied, “We ensured there was no lavender included. Please.” His hands found your hips and he helped you onto it and helped to take your towel and fold it over your backside when you laid flat. Wetting your lips you laid your arms flat by your sides drawing in a deep breath to calm yourself while the oils were smoothed across Iris’ palms as the men took their seats along the wall wondering at why your hair turned to its natural pitch black shade and your shoulders tensing while she moved closer extending her hands.

Clamping your eyes shut you tried and failed to withhold your flinch at her fingertips touching your back. Softly you mumbled, “Sorry.” Your eyes opened to land on the pair looking at you confirming you were alright to continue before Iris started again at your saying, “Last time I was on a table it wasn’t pleasant. Just a bad memory.”

An exhale later you had relaxed at Thranduil stating, “Hopefully that memory will ease with continued sessions.”

You raised a brow while Iris stole a glance at the moving tattoo on your arm and the dog on the base of your neck sitting still over a few small scattered tattoos around your sides and back. “I’m fine.”

Their brows rose again and you sighed relaxing into the table some more trying to ignore the chilling effect from one oil to the warming effect of another. Slowly you sank into a near sleep when Iris was through and grinning around you they helped you up and into one of Glorfindel’s shirts over a fresh pair of panties before you were tucked into bed between them. Relaxed at your ease Iris’ grin eased back, still releasing deep breaths at the pain she still felt swirling inside you even with your mental wall locked up to keep the painful memories to yourself.

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Alone in bed you rolled onto your back smoothing a finger along the snout of the cow alarm clock floating above you stirring you up from bed. With a curious furrow of your brows you sighed and brushed the covers back mumbling to yourself about how busy the pair seemed to be to not be in bed with you this early. In a tug you pulled the borrowed shirt off you laid on the foot of the bed in your walk through your enchanted doorway into your closet. With tall socks you pulled up to your knees you covered with a pair of black jeans. Over that you pulled on a comfortable bra and a golden sweater you tugged the sleeves up on to your elbows. A tug on your hair tie freed your curls to fall over your back and shoulders in a forest green shade after you tied your heeled booties.

A simple pair of eyeliner and neutral eye shadow later you were down on your way to breakfast. Around the table you eyed the worn adults and teens that greeted you while Teddy grumbled folding his gloved fingers around his spoon to try and feed himself while you eyed his nearly gone rash. The plate of pancakes set before you made you glance between your smirking father and uncle at their soppy grins. “What?”

Sirius reached over cupping your ring bearing hand he raised to eye your ring, “I had an interesting conversation with my sons in law last night.”

Rolling your eyes you rested your forehead in your palms as Regulus chuckled rubbing your back, “Oh now, nothing so deserving of that.”

Sirius smirked as you grumbled, “I’m still a bit fuzzy on the whole husbands part.”

Sirius nodded, “Well it had something to say with the possibility of heirs.”

Furrowing your brows at him your hair shifted to sea foam green as you lowly mumbled, “That’s, not even, physically possibly…”

Regulus chuckled drawing your eye saying, “Well you’re not the only one who got hitched, so-,” you glanced at him with a curious grin that eased at Lindir’s entrance into the room to claim the seat beside Regulus that was eased out for him, “Eat up.” Sliding the plate he’d filled closer to his new husband with a peck on is cheek stirring a wide dopey grin onto his face.

Sirius leaned in drawing your eye again to whisper in latin by your ear, “Apparently any intimate contact could lead to the possibility of heirs.” He winked at you and you got to eating and he asked, “You are happy with the pair of them?”

You nodded, “They are very protective and devoted to my every need it seems.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek, “Let me know if that ever changes.” You nodded and took a glance at the clock as he added, “Besides, now we only have to settled the details on the wedding.”

You rolled your eyes mumbling around your mouthful, “I do not have time for that.” He chuckled as you added another mouthful of food and stood up, “I have class.” Walking around Regulus after hugging your father and uncle you spotted Lindir glancing up at you only to grin wider at your gentle hug for him, “Welcome to the family uncle Lindir.”

Pt 18

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Glorfindel x Reader OC #HP Crossover #Hobbit #lotr

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