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An Elven Chronicles Christmas novella
It has been three years since Branith has been home and a few of the Princes from the Free Lands have come with him. Things have changed and they are all quick to note the obvious ones. The young girls he remembered as cute little toddlers and scamps are developing curves, and he is suddenly feeling very protective. Where did that come from?As Elves gather for the celebration, Daroth finds his Kingdom is being invaded by what seems like every high-ranking Elven family in the Empire. There are toddlers everywhere! He would ask where they all came from, but their ages point at only one possible answer: their conceptions can be traced back to the time when Gabriel and Eden conjured their spell in the High Elven Kingdom. It reminds him of when their children were toddlers, and with that in mind, he is ready to enjoy the party.
Can it be that simple?
Genre: Fantasy
Content/Theme(s): Fae, Elves, Dragons, Demons, Magic, Humor, Paranormal, Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Publisher: Indie
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As they walked, Branith and Eanor looked over the meadow where the main gathering was being held, and exchanged a look of surprise. Where was everyone? It wasn’t that there weren’t any guests, there were lots, but the few thousands who were gathered barely lived up to the expectations of what was expected. To top it off, there were only a couple hundred toddlers in attendance. They watched as the youngsters bounced around and shared a look in agreement; this was nowhere near the thousands who had sent notice that they were coming.
“I thought this was supposed to be a toddler jamboree,” Branith commented.
“The group from the Free Lands are here, I see my brother and sister bopping around with the rest.” Eanor noted.
“I saw Liessen’s tribe,” Branith chuckled, before adding. “The Crown Prince just pinched one of the Elite Warrior’s on the backside.”
“Lucky boy, but not a good decision, I see Aredhel headed for him now,” Eanor noted.
“Yes, but the proud grin on Liessen’s face tells me he will get away with it.” Branith pointed out.
Eanor gave a slight chuckle, as he continued to look through the crowd for more toddlers, before commenting. “Your Uncle Gabriel must be losing his touch if this is the total of what Eden’s spell could deliver.”
“From what I understand, Aunt Eden was more focused on the High Elves, for some reason.” Branith coughed to hide a laugh.
Eanor knew the full story; sometimes it paid to be friends with a powerful family. He remembered Branith telling him about King Silas’ request and the resulting population explosion in the High Elven Kingdom. He was never told how Eden had managed to direct her power to exclude all the other Kingdoms. There had been a little trickle that managed to overflow into the Grey Elven forces that had answered Gabriel’s call to war, but on the average everyone was happy that her conjuring had missed them. They were especially pleased when they learned the results, and snickered every time they saw a High Elven family. They were pleased they had children, just happier that they weren’t theirs.
Eanor continued to check out the crowd, taking special note of the young teenage girls who were wandering around and couldn’t resist commenting further. “In a little under five hundred years we can probably expect another baby explosion.”
“Maybe,” Branith agreed. He didn’t tell his friend that Eden had sworn off using that spell again, although she would undoubtedly pass on that particular piece of knowledge to her daughters.
“No maybe about it, those girls are going to be hot and a lot have already been claimed as Life Mates for the future by Elven males. I know of one brother who won’t wait a moment longer to bond with his mate than he has to. He already watches her with eyes that glow, although he is desperately trying to be patient.” Eanor stated.
Any comment Branith might have come out with was cut off by the arrival of King Elrohir, Sherl, and their quads. They were leading a contingent of what looked like several thousand High Elves, most of which were toddlers. This was shortly followed by squeals of childish excitement, which served as fair warning, before he got bowled over by a wave of High Elven children. They were led by a set of boys and girls, who were screaming at the top of their voices. “Uncle Branith.”
Branith wondered how they knew who he was, or his name for that matter, as they had never seen him. Although, he was sure Sherl would have told them about their Uncles. A quick look at Sherl’s smirking face answered his question. It also told him who had given the children the idea of swarming him. That was something he would deal with later, if he managed to get out from under the enthusiastic crowd of toddlers covering him.
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