Kindred: Book 1 A Realms of the Otherworld Book (28 page)

Declan looks so serious as he replies, “You are mo neart, my strength. Yes I will complete the binding, mo grá.” As they lean in toward one another foreheads together. Everyone claps and there are smiles all around as the two kiss one another cementing their promise to each other.

Clíodna speaks up with a smile, “As I have always said, you are stronger together than apart. You have my blessing and I will be happy to officiate the ceremony for both couples this evening.” She says looking toward Danu she continues, “Sister, we have much to do. As High Queen and Mother Goddess to the Realm we will do this right. We will evoke the old ways for this binding ceremony and these two couples will receive both our blessings, Dagda you too.”

With that I’m brought back to my earlier thought about the Tree and ask, “The old ways? Did the old ways have the binding ceremony taking place in the sacred meadow? And if so, when did things change?”

Clíodna tilts her head as she looks at me studying my face as if trying to understand my thought process before she replies, “There has not been a true kindred binding ceremony in some time. That is why I could feel the energy of you and Alaric once you entered the realm and that of Alexia and Declan so strongly. Over two hundred years ago the ceremonies fell out of fashion and couples sought to have their ceremonies take place in their perspective courts. That way they could schedule them at the time and place of their choosing. You see, the three of us scheduled the binding ceremonies to take place four times a year on the solstices. Any in the realm that sought to be bound would make their way to sacred meadow to participate in a group ceremony. Then each couple would come forward to accept a blessing on their union from the three of us and Bridgid as well. The blessing took place under the canopy of the Tree. Afterwards there would be a huge celebration. Why do you ask, princess?”

“From what you just said, I think that the Tree of Life has been starved for over a two centuries. The only way that she was susceptible to The Morrígan’s curse was because she has been neglected. What better way for her to recharge than to have the binding ceremonies take place at the meadow. You said it yourself, that from a couples binding comes its own special majic. Think about it. The purpose of The Tree of Life is to balance us all and to keep the cycle of life going. She gives life and how does new life begin? When a male and female come together it is the hope and beginning of new life. I hope that I’m wrong but I don’t think that I am. Think about how she appeared before and then after the binding ceremonies.” I direct my statement to the god and goddess in the room.

“By the Creator, how could I have missed this? Danu, Dagda? Could this be? If Ashlinn is correct and I really think she is then it would help us to understand the decline in paired kindred mates.”

The three converse amongst themselves as the rest of us wait patiently for them to come to their own epiphany. For whatever reason I know this to be true, Faerie has neglected the Tree of Life and that neglect has resulted in the decline of kindred mates and has weaken the Tree to the point of decline. “Alaric I fear that we may run out of time. I know that I’m not ready for what’s to come but now we have to find a way to strengthen the Tree so that she can hold on long enough for us to break the curse that the Morrígan has placed on her.”

“Then it’s time that we get busy. Everyone, the morning is getting away from us. The girls need to begin training in earnest for the rest of the morning. Then we will break for lunch. After lunch we’ll meet back here in the library to reconvene and continue working on bringing us all up to speed on the histories, the prophecy, blood contracts, and anything else we need to work through. Lunch will be at one. Come on let’s get going.” Alaric says to everyone. We all agree to reconvene at lunch.

Chapter 27

(Ashlinn)

Combat training sucks! Once again Tolin has handed me my ass and it is firmly planted on the ground. I glare up at him as he laughs at me. Again. To think that I was looking forward to this torture, we’ve been at it for over two hours now. Lexie is doing no better than I am at the present moment as we’re both catching our breath before standing. The Guard was not interested in seeing what we know of Taekwondo but I still think that it could help us if we incorporate what we know with how the Guard is training us in techniques known to the realm. So, like always, I make a decision to change things up. All the moves they’re trying to instill work best with brute force. The guys have that in spades. They outweigh us by at least a hundred and fifty pounds if not more. It’s time to see if I can get the upper hand on Tolin, even though he’s taking pleasure in my ass becoming overly acquainted with the ground, I can tell he’s holding back. I look around the training ground in the courtyard and see that everyone is training, some in hand to hand and others in sword play. Alaric and Declan are going at each other with short swords and even though he is engrossed in his exercise he continues to monitor me thru our bond. If I’m going to change it up now is as good a time as any.

I think static thru our link as I get up and take my stance. Looking over to catch Lexie’s eye I wink and take the sitting stance. She smiles and does the same. Thru our link I hear Alaric ask,
“What are you up to?”
I choose not to answer and direct my attention to my opponent. “Alright T, come and get it.”

“Ash that’s not the stance we’re working on.” Tolin tries to correct me.

“Are you chicken? Scared to try something new? Maybe Ferg will be willing to spare with me if you’re feeling a little out of your element.” I taunt. Giving a sidelong look at Lexie and grin as TNT size us both up and then they shrug and stand before us with a cocky bring it on look.

I quickly move into my walking stance and then drop back into my fighting stance as Tolin makes a move toward me. I’m able to dodge him sinking lower into my stance. I’m now in my own zone as my brain slows the scene for me to determine Tolin’s weak points. I quickly determine my next move as I dodge his next attack quickly utilizing a fingertip strike to a pressure point in his abdomen causing Tolin to exhale and bend at the waist in pain. I quickly deliver another strike to the pressure point in his neck bringing him to his knees. Before I can deliver the next blow he staggers back up to his feet. My stance changes to my fighting stance and before Tolin can recover I deliver a roundhouse kick to the back of his leg downing him again, at which point I deliver an elbow strike to the back of his head pulling back ever so much not wanting to really hurt Tolin. He goes down with a heavy thud. I look over and see Lexie has taken down Torin as well. Both males are slow to get up and we are both still in our sitting stances ready to go another round. Ferg is the first to recover as I hear his deep bellowing laugh. Then the others join in. Lorcan I have noticed is always quietly observant and he steps forward.

Smiling Lorcan says, “We can definitely work with that. I think that Ēolieus and I should take over. Their training will require a little more… finesse. We can also learn from these young ladies. It’s obvious that the two are outmatched physically by any of us but utilizing their fighting technique they were able to determine weaknesses in their opponent and deliver blows that were able to take their opponents down. Alaric, I hate to admit it, but we should have listened to them initially. ”

I grimace as I look at Tolin and say, “I’m sorry Tolin. It was not my intent to switch sparing partners. You know I love you right?” I wait for his reaction.

“You are so dead.” He says in a completely deadpan voice. I squeal as he reaches for me with his huge hands. As they grab for my waist he begins tickling me and I’m helpless but to succumb to a bout of giggles.

He is relentless in his quest to make me pee my pants. I squirm and wiggle and try to get away to no avail. In moments I’m panting and begging for him to stop. Secretly I love his playfulness and think that this would be what it would be like if I had grown up with a brother. When he does finally stop he says with a smirk, “And that is what you get, little bit, for holding out on me.”

“What?” I ask indignantly. Stomping my boot clad feet I go toe to toe with the large elf in front of me. “You… You… You giant ass! You didn’t want to see what we could do. You shut us down before we could even show you. You got what you deserved and I’ll kick your ass again, Tolin. Let’s go big boy!” Tolin doubles over laughing and as I’m about to deliver a blow to his head my mate intervenes.

“Easy Álainn, remember he’s your friend.” Alaric grabs me from behind as he whispers into my ear holding me close, my back to his front.

As always I become totally distracted by Alaric as I turn into his embrace. “I’ll think about it.” I say with a smirk before pulling him down for a kiss. My stomach decides it’s time to eat as it rumbles loudly. “Oh. My. God. Really, what is up with my growly stomach? You would think three plus plates of food would hold me over till lunch.” Alaric laughs and pulls me in for another kiss. I whisper, “I love you, Elf Man. Let’s go eat.”

Lunch is really thirty minutes away but because we’re so famished we make our way to the dining room in the Keep. They are just beginning to put food out and my mouth is watering. I breathe in the scent of my mate and say in a low husky voice, “Distract me.” Wow. Where did that come from?

He decides to pull the tip of my ear into his mouth and I can hardly hold my weight as his tongue slides over that sensitive spot. “Oh. Merciful gods.” I shudder and say. I turn to him and we are helpless but to succumb to our passion for one another. Oh my freakin’ goodness I love this male. He is the only one that can make me feel this way. For a moment we are lost in each other before I hear someone distantly clearing their throat and we pull out of the kiss.

As we pull back from one another and I see two people I have not yet met standing behind Alaric. I look to my mate for direction as he smiles broadly and says, “Mother, Father. I didn’t expect you until a little later in the day. I’m so glad you made it. We’re about to sit for our mid-day meal. Please, join us.” He takes my left hand in his much larger right hand and our mate markings tingle and almost come to life, I look down to see that they are glowing ever so slightly. That’s new but I don’t have time to ponder. “First, I’m happy to introduce my kindred. Mother, Father it is my honor to introduce you to Ashlinn Ryllae Elan, after tonight to be Faerondarl.” Alaric is beaming.

The whole time I am trying to figure a way out of an awkward situation as we have just been caught in a rather intimate moment. There really isn’t one. Not to mention I don’t know how to curtsy. I’m in skinny jeans and a tank top as well. I’m filthy from all the tumbles to the ground that I and my ass made over the last several hours. I inwardly cringe as I know that I look nothing like a princess in their eyes. I take the two of them in and without a doubt they look like the royalty that they are. His mother is in a beautiful gown and his father is decked out in dress leathers and weapons. Both are stunning standing before me staring at the disheveled young women that their son has become entangled with and I feel my face flush as I suddenly feel lacking. Alaric looks at me as my gaze drops to my feet feeling uncertain and then thru our bond I hear,
“Don’t. You are beautiful and perfect for me. I love you, mo grá. You are my perfect match. You need to have faith that others see you the way I do. Stop fussing.”

Aloud Alaric says, “Ashlinn, meet my parents, King and Queen of the Northern Territories, Áemarick and Airmed Faerondarl. We’re famished after training this morning. Please join us for lunch.”

Alaric’s mother is beautiful and to say that Alaric takes after his mother is an understatement they have the same hair and eye coloring, she steps forward to take my hand and I panic, “I’m so sorry my lady, I need to wash up. I’m filthy after combat training.” Airmed arches her brow at her son and then to me she says with a smile, “Go wash up, quickly. I can’t wait to get to know you. I have so many questions for you.”

I race from the room looking for a wash room and panic as I have no idea where a wash room is located on this level. When I get back to Alaric I’m going to insist on an extensive tour. In my distraction I full on run it a beautiful blonde who of course towers above me. “My lady, how can I help you?’

Wow, I know that voice, “Claire?”

“Yes, my lady.” She says.

“Please forgive me for the other night. I’m so very sorry.” I sputter.

She smiles down at me. Really? I thought elves were supposed to be short and tiny. I guess that only applies to me. I appear to be the only vertically challenged elf that I’ve met.

“Nothing to forgive, my lady. How can I help you?” She asks.

“One, I need to find a wash room and two Lexie is having her binding ceremony tonight as well. Do you have something in green that you may have made for me that she could where? We are similar in height and size overall. I plan on wearing that bronze beauty you made tonight.”

“First, the washroom is right behind you and secondly I have the perfect gown for Alexia tonight.” She says with a smile.