Children were normally considered precious amongst the Elves; however, relationships amongst Elves could go awry just like they could amongst Men, Dwarves, or any other Folk. While there was nothing Lord Glorfindel could do about his little warrior’s past, he could nurture his future.
“fëa (pl. fëar), and hröa (pl. hröar), are Quenya terms for ‘soul’ (or ‘spirit’) and ‘body’. The Sindarin equivalents are fae and rhaw, respectively.”
“Child,” the lord of Lórien spoke with a voice that was as grimly firm as his face. “You need a home. That is all anybody needs to know. And you are correct, you are absurd for even worrying about being ‘adopted out of wedlock’.” He chuckled as he gathered the poor child into his arms. He was the clingiest kitten Lord Celeborn had ever seen, rather justifiably. He had less than an inch of black hair on him, and his eyes were emeralds that were shining with the first polish they’d been given in years.
Another night, another flight for AP-9923: a puttering little orb with faded yellow and blue stripes. Its owner lovingly called it Patches, for all the patchwork repairs it’d done to keep it aloft. Patches was crammed with a mishmash of spare arms and legs and even a tail―everything a protogen on the go would need in case the nanites acted up, cosmic dust got inside the sockets, or what have you.
In a Mystery Dungeon-style AU featuing fusion Pokémon, Team Fusion leader Sophia stays behind to care for their teammate Roquelle. That leaves Muddy and J on their own to rescue Wy-Lopmon from Heatmor Hills!