The Wrath of Bronny Poo
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Of Bad Tempered Children and Dark Wizards
Thanks to all who have read and reviewed. Just to let you know, there a 2 other endings (a and C) on the LOTR side of this...)
The Wrath of Bronny Poo - 06B - Tel\' Lindar Ending...
Of bad tempered children and Dark Wizards.
***
\"NOOOOO!\"
She fell, fell flat on a hard surface. She opened her eyes, not seeing the Klingons she expected, but...
Darkness. Utter darkness. She could hear the wind howling and it whipped around her, caressing, biting, like an angry lover.
She stood up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the low light.
***Hello, mother. We need to talk.***
Bronwyn\'s eyes closed back again. \"When will you learn? I have nothing to say to you!\" She opened her eyes and finally recognized her surroundings.
She was at the top of Isengard.
Shit.
She moved to the middle, the safest part of the parapet. \"Look. I\'m not giving up my secrets. I will find you and kill you. And if I don\'t, my Shield will. Why don\'t you just either give up or at the very least, leave my bow where I can retrieve it and you just go away?\"
***You think to frighten me with the Potions Master? The turncoat?***
\"He was not a turncoat. He fought this war at great cost and danger to his life...\"
***Coward. Git!***
The wind continued to whip at her, its strength building. It began to buffet her about, pushing her slowly to the side.
*** I have a better idea. You tell me where the last Balrog is and I will leave you be.***
The last Balrog? Bronwyn forced her mind to clamp down, refuse to budge... not the Balrog...
\"I don\'t think so. Last I heard, that Balrog was so far underground, he was deeper than hell.\"
She was struggling, teetering closer to the edge...
***Mother, Mother, Mother. Will you never learn?***
\"Screw you!\"
Evil laughter.
***You would enjoy it. I promise.***
And with a single push, Bronwyn went, fell, over the edge, falling towards the upturned spikes...
***
\"NONONONONONO!\" Whipcord arms went around her pulling her tight, but she continued to struggle, her fists flying. They connected with something solid and she heard a sickening crunch before a curse was muttered and she found herself tied up with scarves.
Growling...
\"Quiet, you mangy cur! Lumos!\" The low lamps around her bed lit up and she immediately recognized her surroundings.
Her room at Hogwarts.
Severus stood at the foot of the bed, massaging the area under his eye. It would be black in the morning, which meant it would match his mood. He was in sleep pants and an unbelted black robe. His face was stubbled and she could see the faint line of hair leading from his navel to...
\"Enjoying the view?\"
Bronwyn keeled over, tied and bound.
\"If I untie you, will you promise not to hit me again?\"
She nodded.
The scarves disappeared and Bronwyn sat up, rubbing her wrists. \"I\'m sorry. I had a really bad dream and I thought you were a Klingon.\"
\"A what?\"
\"A Klingon... never mind. Stupid bad dream.\" Severus sat down next to her and took one of her wrists, rubbing the marks. He felt her other hand at his cheek where she had struck him. \"Are you hurt?\"
\"Only my pride.\"
He delved, feeling her rampant memories, lingering strands of the dream.
Big man-like creatures in leather... a pompous, over-sexed captain... a pointy eared individual who was not an Elf (there were others? Merlin help us all!)... the Big Elf calling him ‘Sev\' (Circe! That was a nightmare!), the Big Elf behaving as a dunderhead... himself... behaving as a dunde...
She was crying.
Great.
\"Would you like some tea?\"
\"No.\"
\"What would you like?\"
Great teary eyes peered up under wet lashes. \"You\'ll think I\'m a blubberbuss...\"
\"I already think you are a blubberbuss. What would you like?\"
She inhaled deeply and scooted over, wrapping her arms around him. \"Stay with me, for a while. Saes.\"
He allowed himself to smile over her head, grinning evilly at the wolf. \"I hardly think it is appropriate that I spend the night here, with all the students in residence.\"
She gripped him tighter. \"The brat that has my bow tossed me off the top of Isengard this evening.\" Severus saw the tall black tower, inverted spikes rising in the bricks, saw the wind whipping her, pushing her to the edge...
***Patience.***
\"I suppose I could stay until you calm down.\" He scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard. Bronwyn followed him up and molded herself into his side, her head on his chest. Her fingers played with the edge of his robe and he felt her slowly relax, calm down. Damn, the next ten minutes would probably rank up there as some of the most difficult of his life.
\"You smell good, Severus.\"
\"Hmmm. You have told me that before.\" His eyes fell on the wolf, pinned up against her back. Glowing eyes glinted in the low light.
*** You made a promise, Wizard.***
That I did.
\"Severus?\"
\"Hmm?\"
Silence.
Finally...
\"He knows. He knows you are my Shield.\"
Severus shrugged. \"So? We have not exactly been hiding it. They will know I am not a Wizard to be taken lightly. You are well protected.\"
\"Okay.\" She let out an inelegant, unladylike yawn.
Severus pointed his wand at the lights. \"Nox.\" The lamps went out and the room was flooded in darkness. \"Go to sleep, Bronwyn.\"
She already was.
***
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The Wrath of Bronny Poo - 06B - Tel\' Lindar Ending...
Of bad tempered children and Dark Wizards.
***
\"NOOOOO!\"
She fell, fell flat on a hard surface. She opened her eyes, not seeing the Klingons she expected, but...
Darkness. Utter darkness. She could hear the wind howling and it whipped around her, caressing, biting, like an angry lover.
She stood up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the low light.
***Hello, mother. We need to talk.***
Bronwyn\'s eyes closed back again. \"When will you learn? I have nothing to say to you!\" She opened her eyes and finally recognized her surroundings.
She was at the top of Isengard.
Shit.
She moved to the middle, the safest part of the parapet. \"Look. I\'m not giving up my secrets. I will find you and kill you. And if I don\'t, my Shield will. Why don\'t you just either give up or at the very least, leave my bow where I can retrieve it and you just go away?\"
***You think to frighten me with the Potions Master? The turncoat?***
\"He was not a turncoat. He fought this war at great cost and danger to his life...\"
***Coward. Git!***
The wind continued to whip at her, its strength building. It began to buffet her about, pushing her slowly to the side.
*** I have a better idea. You tell me where the last Balrog is and I will leave you be.***
The last Balrog? Bronwyn forced her mind to clamp down, refuse to budge... not the Balrog...
\"I don\'t think so. Last I heard, that Balrog was so far underground, he was deeper than hell.\"
She was struggling, teetering closer to the edge...
***Mother, Mother, Mother. Will you never learn?***
\"Screw you!\"
Evil laughter.
***You would enjoy it. I promise.***
And with a single push, Bronwyn went, fell, over the edge, falling towards the upturned spikes...
***
\"NONONONONONO!\" Whipcord arms went around her pulling her tight, but she continued to struggle, her fists flying. They connected with something solid and she heard a sickening crunch before a curse was muttered and she found herself tied up with scarves.
Growling...
\"Quiet, you mangy cur! Lumos!\" The low lamps around her bed lit up and she immediately recognized her surroundings.
Her room at Hogwarts.
Severus stood at the foot of the bed, massaging the area under his eye. It would be black in the morning, which meant it would match his mood. He was in sleep pants and an unbelted black robe. His face was stubbled and she could see the faint line of hair leading from his navel to...
\"Enjoying the view?\"
Bronwyn keeled over, tied and bound.
\"If I untie you, will you promise not to hit me again?\"
She nodded.
The scarves disappeared and Bronwyn sat up, rubbing her wrists. \"I\'m sorry. I had a really bad dream and I thought you were a Klingon.\"
\"A what?\"
\"A Klingon... never mind. Stupid bad dream.\" Severus sat down next to her and took one of her wrists, rubbing the marks. He felt her other hand at his cheek where she had struck him. \"Are you hurt?\"
\"Only my pride.\"
He delved, feeling her rampant memories, lingering strands of the dream.
Big man-like creatures in leather... a pompous, over-sexed captain... a pointy eared individual who was not an Elf (there were others? Merlin help us all!)... the Big Elf calling him ‘Sev\' (Circe! That was a nightmare!), the Big Elf behaving as a dunderhead... himself... behaving as a dunde...
She was crying.
Great.
\"Would you like some tea?\"
\"No.\"
\"What would you like?\"
Great teary eyes peered up under wet lashes. \"You\'ll think I\'m a blubberbuss...\"
\"I already think you are a blubberbuss. What would you like?\"
She inhaled deeply and scooted over, wrapping her arms around him. \"Stay with me, for a while. Saes.\"
He allowed himself to smile over her head, grinning evilly at the wolf. \"I hardly think it is appropriate that I spend the night here, with all the students in residence.\"
She gripped him tighter. \"The brat that has my bow tossed me off the top of Isengard this evening.\" Severus saw the tall black tower, inverted spikes rising in the bricks, saw the wind whipping her, pushing her to the edge...
***Patience.***
\"I suppose I could stay until you calm down.\" He scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard. Bronwyn followed him up and molded herself into his side, her head on his chest. Her fingers played with the edge of his robe and he felt her slowly relax, calm down. Damn, the next ten minutes would probably rank up there as some of the most difficult of his life.
\"You smell good, Severus.\"
\"Hmmm. You have told me that before.\" His eyes fell on the wolf, pinned up against her back. Glowing eyes glinted in the low light.
*** You made a promise, Wizard.***
That I did.
\"Severus?\"
\"Hmm?\"
Silence.
Finally...
\"He knows. He knows you are my Shield.\"
Severus shrugged. \"So? We have not exactly been hiding it. They will know I am not a Wizard to be taken lightly. You are well protected.\"
\"Okay.\" She let out an inelegant, unladylike yawn.
Severus pointed his wand at the lights. \"Nox.\" The lamps went out and the room was flooded in darkness. \"Go to sleep, Bronwyn.\"
She already was.
***
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