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The Ranger and the Hobbit by Cairistiona	20 Review(s)
Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/22/2026
Aww I think the world could use some more Tookishness as well, and I'm excited to hear about another one adventuring <3 No, it was a song. Some song he thought he knew, a song from the Shire, perhaps. Something about eating turkey or duck or suckling pig. Something roasted, at any rate. The words sluggishly came to him... Fancy it roasted, fancy it toasted, fancy it served on a platter... LOLL sounds like a Shire song indeed "Drink a good ale, sing a brave tale, a song of the heroes that mattered," Aragorn mumbled. He blinked and opened one eye. Saw a very close glimpse of an ant climbing a grass stem. It stopped and looked at him. Or at least seemed to. I must be delirious. LOLLLLLLL he's so cute hobbit vibes right there, finishing the song even as he wakes up (Frodo vibes :)) THE ANT STOPPING AND LOOKING AT HIM XD so cute But he supposed he wasn’t, and the thought brought no comfort. Feeling was trickling back, and with it hazy fragments of memory, and with both the realization that he could do with a bit more oblivion. oooh lol he's like I'm not delirious...that's not better The song churned in his mind, the same feverish bit over and over. Fancy it roasted... fancy it toasted... fancy it roasted... mmm I love how disorienting this is trying to return to the normal world He groaned. He could not imagine eating anything at the moment. Or drinking ale, good or otherwise. And he realised with a growing sense of dread that no one would ever sing of this latest misfortune of his, unless it be as a cautionary tale to frighten young hobbits into having the good sense never to leave their holes. Though his brain had yet to truly sort out the details, he could not ignore the vague but persistent notion that this fix was entirely due to some failing of his own. skasjgjksdh yess sick to his stomach not his own <:( He turned his head slightly, straining to place himself in time and memory. He started with the only thing he knew for certain: he lay sprawled on his side, nearly face down in the scrubby weeds and grasses somewhere in the middle of the wilds between Bree and Weathertop. oooh yess almost face down sprawled Why here? Why between Bree and... Patrolling. He had been patrolling. mm okay He swallowed. What else? Fancy it roasted... fancy it toasted... LOL he's like He growled and clenched his fists, driving away the distracting drone of those random words. ...it roasted... toasted... he's like stop XD He pushed himself onto his back and gasped. Pain... his side... He was wounded... yesssss gasp of pain Yes, that was it! Despite the pain, he was exultant. He was wounded, yes. Wounded by a bandit who had fancied his sword. LOLLLLLL cackling at how happy Aragorn is over this I figured it out! I remembered! I am WOUNDED! That's it satisfied nod Aragorn breathed a laugh as sweet memory returned. Oh, yes. He had given the man his sword. In the belly. Up to the hilt. LOLL laughing over remembering He smiled at the memory, but then he coughed and the pain in his side drove away any satisfaction he felt over vanquishing said villain. Far better had he dispatched the man before the man had stabbed him in the side with a dagger. hehe yes Stabbed him... a day ago? Two? He could remember shredding his tunic into a makeshift bandage, and then after that nothing but an endless struggle of walking and falling and losing himself only to waken once more and struggle to his feet, keeping on until somehow he might find safety. Keeping on until strength finally left him, and he fell one last time to the ground here in this place, awakening to an eye-to-eye encounter with an ant and... oooooh yess it's been awhile <:(( struggling through these days, so alone with no one to find support in, and so he must struggle on making his own bandages and trying to find safety Whistling. He thought a moment, wondering if he should stay hidden or try to summon the mysterious whistler. Surely no one who would whistle so merry a tune could be a villain. yess I agree :) Aragorn blinked a few more times and then struggled to sit up. The scrubby vegetation still rose too high for him to see anything, so painfully, slowly, he struggled to his knees. The world broke out in black spots. After a long moment kneeling with head hanging, the spots faded. SKADSHSGKJH KNEELING WITH HIS HEAD HANGING showing how precarious his hold on staying upright is He drew one knee and then the other under him and pushed to his feet. He staggered in a circle, his head swimming as he looked all around and finally spied the music maker, whose crown of curly light brown hair bobbed along barely visible above the grasses. It was a... yessss head swimming YES HOBBIT Surely not... HEHE He squinted and tried to focus eyes that did not seem inclined to work the way they should. Yes, it was a hobbit. In the wilds, not only well beyond the safety of the Shire but well off the Great East Road and heading straight toward him. LOL only a Took :)) he's like we're trying to protect you guys! What are you doing out here! love his eyes continuing to be uncooperative "Surely this cannot be," he muttered and rubbed his eyes, but it did indeed appear that a Shireling was walking briskly toward him, stumping along the faint game path, his walking stick beating time to the song he whistled. YESSSS I love them "Hail..." Aragorn tried to call but his voice was so weak the wind snatched the word away. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Hail, Master Hobbit!" skashgksjh weak voice The hobbit, who looked neither young nor old, stopped abruptly and stared. "Mercy upon me, what has sprung out from a hole in the ground but a man, and a very raggedy and patchedy man at that!" YESS HI <3 lolll Aragorn supposed he did look a sight, bloodied in his makeshift bandage, shirtless under his tattered leather coat, his pack askew on his back and untidily festooned with his dark green cloak. dang did he not even take his pack off before collapsing I suppose he wouldn't In far too much pain to be bothered with rolling the cloak up properly, he had merely stuffed it through the straps with a prayer that it stayed put. yess "My apologies for my appearance," he said with what he hoped was a disarming smile but feared was more likely a death’s head rictus of pain. yessss <3 "It... it has not been the best of days for me." oh yeah? The hobbit suddenly started. "You’re injured!" YES THANKS <3 "So it... would seem," Aragorn gasped and felt his knees buckle. lolll HAHAHA THE GASP AND BUCKLE The hobbit dropped his stick and hurried to his side. "My dear man, let me help you." AWW I LOVE HIM someone, a stranger, caring for Aragorn and readily helping him, particularly a hobbit, who are generally kind but shy of big folk, makes me happy and warms my heart <33 calling him "my dear man" sounds so very hobbity (or like Gandalf, either Gandalf or Bilbo) but also so kind and friendly and warm <3 He caught Aragorn around the waist, easing him gently down, managing somehow despite his small size to keep Aragorn from helplessly thudding to the ground to do Valar only knew what additional damage to himself. yessss No easy task, that, Aragorn thought wryly, since even kneeling, he overtopped the hobbit by a head if not a bit more. STRONG HOBBIT <3 As the hobbit helped pull the pack from Aragorn’s shoulders, Aragorn wanted to thank him, but his thoughts were getting increasingly fuzzy, and he could not quite get his tongue around the words. So he merely gave the hobbit’s arm a clumsy pat. Based on the smile he received in return, the message got through. "gentled" awwww that that's the verb used shows how much care he's using in this The hobbit carefully pulled open Aragorn’s coat and gentled his arms from the sleeves. Aragorn looked down and noted with a strange detachment that the crimson stain marring the bandages had grown alarmingly. A coppery taste filled his mouth and a faint buzzing in his ears was growing loud enough to drown out the wind. "I-I think... I am going to faint...." yessss OOH BLOOD IN HIS MOUTH OH DEAR LOL that considerate announcement Ferdinand is probably like, well thank you, oh dear And he did. yessss He woke up to stars over his head and the cheerful crackle of a fire beside him and a strange constricting tightness around his chest. His questing hand encountered cloth. He looked down and saw what looked like strips of his spare shirt wrapped around and around his ribs far more neatly than his own bandage had been. ooooh so it's more in his ribs dangerous, that How the small hobbit had managed to contrive such a thing so skillfully on a man so much bigger than he astonished him a bit, but then he had heard many times from Gandalf that there was quite more to hobbits than met the eye. Maybe hobbits were uncommonly strong for their size. yessss He pressed down lightly on the site of the wound. He might have struck himself with a blazing poker, so fierce did the pain bite. LOL HA :) He grimaced and abandoned his explorations, turning his face instead toward the fire’s warmth. The hobbit sat near it, poking at something sizzling in an iron spider. He spied Aragorn’s small movements and smiled. "Ah, awake at last, I see!" He gave the food he was cooking one last poke and then brushed his hands on his pants and stood. He gave Aragorn a small bow. "Ferdinand Took, at your service." awwww yay hehe of course he's cooking <3 Aragorn could certainly learn that skill "Call me Strider, and I am at yours," Aragorn replied, bowing as best as he could, considering he was flat on his back and in no way possessing the strength to rise. Just raising his head made the world tilt and spin like a child’s top. He swallowed hard, digging his fingers into the soil as if he could force Arda to be still. "I... I am... in your debt." awwwww loll yesss getting incredibly dizzy even raising his head trying to make Arda be still, as if that's the problem :)) "Bah, ‘twas only what any decent citizen would do. You have a grave wound." Bright blue eyes surveyed him quizzically. <33 "A bandit," Aragorn supplied. He wished his voice was stronger. "He will no longer trouble travelers in these parts." yayyy hehe weak voice "Good, good." The hobbit suddenly bent back down and poked his food again. The wind shifted slightly, and Aragorn smelled a tantalizing combination of wood smoke laced with sausage and onions and potatoes. His mouth watered and he swallowed, wondering if the hobbit intended to share the bounty and how he could repay him if he did. Ferdinand Took saw his hungry look and laughed. "Don’t worry, there’s plenty for us both. I’m glad you woke up by yourself. I wasn’t sure I would be able to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly." aww yessss he's like a respectable hobbit would never leave another hungry! I'm glad he's ready for food now Aragorn grunted and hissed as he pulled himself upright, trying to ignore the fact that the world promptly started drifting slowly back and forth like a worn-out clock pendulum. Spying a handy boulder nearby, he hitched himself around so he could lean against it. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, the ground was steady and the stabbing echoes of the bandit’s blade had mercifully faded to a more manageable dull throb. He tried to take shallow breaths, supporting his ribs with one hand as he wiped the sweat that had popped out on his brow with the back of the other. "That was not so pleasant," he murmured. sksadjsgh yessss the ordeal of sitting up without falling over enough that he remarks on it "You have a cracked rib or two. That must have been a fairly hefty blade you got stuck with." "It was a dagger. Harad-make." eeee yeah dang cracking his ribs I suppose we should not expect it to just slide neatly between although that may be even more dangerous, there are LUNGS there "Oh ho! Such blades those are! I saw one once," he explained at Aragorn’s raised eyebrows. "Owned by a man sitting at the table across from me at the Prancing Pony. Where he got it from, I’ve no idea. Likely traded for it somewhere. He was utterly drunk, a real menace, waving it about like that. Nearly stabbed his companion! I was glad when his companion finally told him to put it away before he put out someone’s eye. Wickedly sharp, it was, and with a great heavy knob on the pommel. Nasty thing. That explains your bruises and the broken rib. You’re lucky to still have your lung." oooh was it the same guy? He watched Aragorn for a moment, then satisfied that he wasn’t about to topple over, returned his attention to his skillet. yesss making sure he doesn't topple Aragorn did not argue nor even reply, but instead quietly conducted his own study of the little hobbit. He had not met many hobbits, for the simple fact that they preferred to stay in their holes and smials and gardens and inns, not often venturing out into the broader world beyond their borders. And his own duty kept him in the shadows. Gandalf had charged him and his Rangers with guarding the Shire, secretly, and so he kept his distance, even when he was in Bree. He knew his wary ways made him an object of suspicion and fear, but so much the better; sometimes it helped to have a nefarious reputation. You don’t want to mess with them Rangers, no sir, he had overheard one of the swampers at the Prancing Pony whisper once to one of the customers. Don’t mess with them Rangers. They’ll carve you up and eat you in the dark of night and leave your bones to rot. lollll knowing what the Rangers are actually like, but also, sad <:(. And lonely for them, kind souls <:(. Well and good, but this time, he had been the one carved up, and it galled his pride as much as it pained his body to know he had been such easy prey. His first days back to help his men guard the Shire, after traveling long leagues in a fruitless beginning to his search for Gollum, had not started out very auspiciously. aww <:( wait is it just this first spring or summer after the beginning of the hunt and he almost died of fever??? he can't catch a break Not wanting to linger overmuch on thoughts of his own failings, he turned his attention back to the hobbit as he busied himself with his cooking. The only hobbit he remembered ever seeing up close, besides the ones he encountered in Bree, was Bilbo Baggins, in Rivendell way back when he was a ten year old peering through the shrubbery because Elrond had insisted he stay hidden while so many strangers were about. aww picturing Aragorn looking through bushes <3 cute but also kind of sad but kind of makes sense did he have to stay hidden when just Bilbo and Gandalf returned, as well? I need to continue the ffn story of Aragorn's sickness during the dwarves' visit. I started it. So it was both a marvel and a mystery to meet one here in the Wilds. This one was dressed much as Bilbo had been: brown woolen jacket, white shirt, blue vest. Bare, furry feet sticking out from tweedy gray trousers. Curly hair that was not quite blonde, not quite brown. Bright blue eyes that glanced at him occasionally with an uncomplicated mix of friendliness and concern. awww <3 "Are you feeling all right, sir? I know you must not feel much like talking, but you still look a bit peaked, to my mind. You should probably lay back down." yesss aw <3 thank you for pointing out "I am well." At the hobbit’s raised eyebrow, Aragorn amended with a faint smile, "Well enough, that is, considering the circumstances. I meant only that I do not need to lie down, not yet." Aragorn changed the subject from the tiresome topic of his own well-being. "What brings a Shireling so far from home, and so far off the road?" loll the tiresome topic of his own well-being, buddy really does not like talking about it "Tookishness, nothing more," Ferdinand answered merrily, as if that explained things. XD <3 fair, I love him "Tookishness?" XD he doesn't know "Yes, yes, Tookishness. The Tooks have always had a sense of adventure and I daresay the yen to wander did not pass me by. You may have heard of my cousin, Bilbo Baggins. His Tookishness took him on all kinds of adventures." "Yes, I have heard of him," Aragorn said. yesss aww he was just thinking of him :) "Well then." He handed Aragorn a plate heaped high with golden brown sausages and translucent white onions and steaming potatoes with crispy browned edges. Had the hobbit hauled potatoes all the way out into the wilds, Aragorn wondered, then decided he likely had. A hobbit daring to venture out near the Weather Hills was apt to do just about anything. And last Aragorn looked, potato farmers were in short supply out this way. LOLL well of course he would, he is a hobbit <3 Ferdinand produced a fork from some hidden pocket inside his jacket, then, seeing that lifting his left arm to hold the plate pained Aragorn, helped him situate the plate on his lap. "There. Now you need only lift the fork, and it would be dire indeed if you had not the strength to lift a fork! Eat up, lad, for you lost a lot of blood and the only cure for that is good food and drink and rest, and lots of all three." awww yess helping him not have to hold the plate Aragorn smiled his thanks and with a heartfelt glance to the West and a thankful prayer to the Valar for sending him such a sturdy and caring little rescuer, he carefully blew on a bit of potato and then placed it in his mouth. "Good," he said, meaning it with all his heart. He had had to force down his share of foul-tasting, ill-cooked food, mostly prepared by his own hands, but this was a treat. awwwww yesss <33 thankful prayer "Of course it’s good, young man," Ferdinand fussed at him. "I cooked it, didn’t I?" XD fair, he's used to most hobbits being good cooks Amused at being called young by a hobbit who appeared half his age, Aragorn smiled. "How old are you, Master Took?" lollll fair "I turned fifty-three this past spring. And you?" Aragorn forked a large bite of sausage into his mouth. "Older than you," he said as he chewed. He had turned seventy-one the past March, and he did not have any desire to explain the reason why his looks contrasted so oddly with his long years. The hobbit may or may not know of the long life of Númenóreans, but if not, Aragorn was too tired to dredge up a history lesson. hahaha "You have the looks of one half whatever age you must be." There was a question behind the statement. :))) "I get plenty of sleep." "Sleep! Bah! That has nothing to do with it," Ferdinand Took snorted. "You are Númenórean, one of the Dúnedain–and do not look so surprised I know that word. I know quite a bit of Elvish, you know–or I will eat my hat." LOL YES :)) sleep, sure yesss he knows thingsss Ah, so this Took was educated. Somehow that did not surprise Aragorn. "Save your hat for your head, Master Took, for you are correct." yessss "And you and your Rangers have been guarding our lands." ooh he knows MANY things Aragorn went still. "How do you know that?" "Tookishness." XD okay then Aragorn waited, and Ferdinand finally let out a laugh. "Don’t glower so. Most hobbits go about completely ignorant of the presence of you and your companions. But most hobbits don’t go about wandering all over like I do. I watch and listen and make my own conclusions. Much like you do, I would imagine." LOLLL "And your conclusion is that the Rangers are guarding the Shire." trying to sound neutral "Right you are. And right I am, if your reaction is any indication. A reaction that I would also imagine you would not have let be seen if you were feeling a bit more yourself." Aragorn nodded a bit ruefully. "I confess I am not at my best." lol yesssss he is a good judge of character/personality, even guessing what Aragorn's usually like very shrewd "Why do you watch over our land so closely? It seems of late that I can’t take a step off the road without tripping over a Dúnadan." lol fair, considering he just did nearly that Because if we do not, Sauron or his minions will come blasting through here to get his ring and then go on to destroy the entire world. But Aragorn could hardly say that, having been sworn to secrecy by Gandalf, so he merely gave Ferdinand an apologetic smile. "I fear I cannot say, only that we are following the wishes of someone who has good reason to be concerned." mmm "Now who might that be? Not many of the Big Folk take much notice of the goings on in the Shire." "A friend," Aragorn said. Not liking the direction of the conversation, and lacking the energy to continue acting the enigmatic – Gandalf was far more skilled at that than he LOL Gandalf is indeed good at that – Aragorn put his half-eaten meal aside and let his eyelids droop. It hardly took much playacting, for he did feel desperately weary. "I must apologize, Master Ferdinand, but a longing for sleep is about to gain the upper hand." yessss not so much pretending as taking advantage of feelings already there Ferdinand was instantly all concern and solicitude, and Aragorn felt slightly guilty at letting the hobbit think he was feeling worse than he really was. Still, as Ferdinand helped lower him to the ground and spread Aragorn’s cloak across him, he had to admit that it felt very good to lay down. awww yes yeah I don't think you're actually feeling much, if any, better than he thinks XD even Rangers and Elves consistently underestimate your pain or sickness, so strongly do you bear it. "There, there, my boy," Ferdinand said as he tucked the cloak up under his chin. "You sleep now, and how’s this for turnabout – the hobbit will guard the Dúnadan!" He laughed merrily, and Aragorn drifted to sleep on the joyful sound. AWWW he'll guard the Dunadain for a change :))) I love how amused he is by this, full well knowing the usual straits, but also full willing <3

Mirach	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/12/2009
I must say that I’m always anxiously looking forwards to the nexz chapter, but I’m a bit behind with reviews, so I’ll try to catch up gradually. The first part of this chapter is just brilliant! The eye-to-eye encounter with an ant and a song about food that Aragorn obviously knew enough to fill the next rhyme (about heroes that mattered – a Shire song through and through!)... no wonder he thought he must be delirious... And I really like Ferdinand – a perfect tookish hobbit! Author Reply: Yay, you're my 100th Reviewer! hands you box of chocolate-covered Rangers Thank you, Mirach... I'm glad you've found time to read this little-ish tale. I've had so much fun with it, exploring hobbits and the Shire and things I've not felt familiar enough with to actually write. I'm glad you like Ferdinand, too! I did try to put into him all that was Tookish, the good to the brave to yes, the slightly annoying. g I hope you enjoy the rest of the tale as well. Thanks for the (100th!) review!

rafagast el pardo	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/6/2009
Es la primera NARRACION que veo de este tipo. Y como fan de Tolkien, expreso mi total admiracion y gratitud por el autor al logrado este relato.No se que decir, salvo que el argumento es curioso y perfectamente pausible. (Aunque mi traductor no funciono bien) me gusto mucho. La verdad es que estaria muy bien que las buenas acciones (de los Rangers) se vean recompensadas tambien Aunque Sea una sola vez, y que vean (Aragorn) que al final Dieron su fruto. Gracias. sigan asi y un cordial saludo. Author Reply: Muchas, muchas gracias! Lo siento, mi espanol no es perfecto. La trama es inusual, sí. Me alegro de que lo encontró plausible. :) Me alegra que haya disfrutado de este, y gracias por tomarse el tiempo para decirme! Tener un hermoso día!

Lily Baggins	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/4/2009
How do I love this? In so many ways. I can't even count 'em. For one things, there are absolutely FEW things I adore in life as much as a fainting Aragorn. Chocolate? No. TV? No. Diet Coke? Nope. And that's saying a lot. Your descriptions of Aragorn's weakness and pain are heart-wrenching. However, I do love the way you inject humor into the situation, too---and give us Aragorn's typical understatement of "It has not been the best of days for me." I absolutely am completely besotted by your writing of injured Aragorn---I'll never tire of it. And I adore Ferdinand! He's the perfect hobbit---reminds me of Bilbo, but seems a little more adventurous. Gosh, if I were injured and stranded in the woods, I'd also be saying a little prayer of thanks to the Valar that a hobbit was looking out for me! Anyway, I just love him, as he seems the perfect sort to take care of a ranger who's not always the best at taking care of himself. Author Reply: Thank you, Lily! I was hoping you'd enjoy this... and hoping you enjoy all of it as you get a chance to read. :) Hmm, fainting Aragorn is better than chocolate, eh? g I'm happy to have satisfied your craving then. And I'm very glad you like Ferdinand... he seems to embody all the best traits, and some of the more annoying traits, of hobbits. He's been fun to write. :) Thanks for the review!

Minerva Organa	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/1/2009
I'm so glad I finally got a chance to sit down and read this! It's wonderful...can't wait for more! "How do you know that?" "Tookishness." snort Tookishness indeed...we all could do with a bit more of that! XD Author Reply: Thanks, Minerva! I'm glad you're getting a chance to read this, and doubly glad you're enjoying the humor in it. g

Linda Hoyland	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 10/29/2009
Poor aragorn, but I feel he is in good hands. I like Ferdinand. Author Reply: Thank you, Linda... Aragorn is definitely in good hands for the moment. I'm glad you like Ferdinand!

curiouswombat	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 10/27/2009
What an excellent start. Perhaps I should have tried to squeeze reading it in before dinner - we had sausages and fried potatoes but I didn't think to do any onions; I realise now how remiss I was! Author Reply: Thank you, curiouswombat! How funny that you had almost the identical dish! And yes, next time add the onions. (Maybe we need to put together a M-e cookbook). I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter. Thanks for the kind review!

Silivren Tinu	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 10/27/2009
If you go on like that, you'll manage to turn me into a hobbit-fan before the end of this story! g Well, at least I'm already very much a Ferdinand-Took-fan. I think this is the first time I read a hobbit-ranger h/c scene. I don't know how likely or unlikely the existence of Ferdinand Took and his knowledge of the Dunedain are, but I loved the way he managed to take care of Aragorn. He seems to be a very Tookish hobbit indeed, even for a Took, and Aragorn is very lucky that he is. I loved that that poor ranger finally got a good meal, for once. Methinks it wouldn't harm him to travel with a certain hobbit for a while. ;-) //"You sleep now, and how’s this for turnabout – the hobbit will guard the Dúnadan!"// I really loved that - it is such a sweet idea that a hobbit would guard a Dunadan for a while! I very much enjoyed the beginning of your new story and am looking forward to reading more! :) Almut Author Reply: Thank you, Almut! I'm not entirely sure either how likely the existence of Ferdinand might be, but there's hints in Tolkien to support the idea of him, and that's close enough for fanfic. g I like that Aragorn's finally getting a bit of a bite to eat, too, but I'm afraid he's probably in too much pain at the moment to appreciate it. Something about pain and full stomachs... shakes head, remembering my own experience Not always pretty! I'll probably post a couple chapters a week. :) Thanks again for the review! (And as for reading hobbit-ranger h/c... go immediately and read Shirebound's Quarantined stories and her Keep Him Secret, Keep Him Safe. Really terrific hobbity care of ill Aragorn in those!)

Idril Celebrindal	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 10/27/2009
I am liking this so far! Idril Author Reply: Thank you, Idril! I'm so glad you are, and very appreciative that you took the time to tell me. :)

utfrog	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 10/27/2009
I hope this is only the first chapter! Delightful story! Author Reply: Thank you, utfrog! Glad you're liking this so far. And yes, more chapters to come, definitely. It runs about 12 chapters and an epilogue. :)

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