The Northern Mountains

~Four~

four

Hartlyn was wandering the gardens, Morrigan and Ghost trailing behind her. The beasts playing like pups, their little yips absolutely adorable and put a smile on the witch's face. She brushed her fingers over the wilting petals of the flowers, using her magic to bring them back to life. The colours more vibrant and brighter than before.

The redhead had left Jon sleeping in her bed, her thoughts of last night making her smirk. Hartlyn could feel her aura settling after finally... connecting with her soul mate. Finally, she could breathe.

"What a lovely gift you have, my Lady."

The witch spun around, shocked to be caught unawares. Even the direwolves were stunned by the new arrival, them too having not realised there was an intruder. It was a short man, wearing filthy brown robes with... was that bird droppings in his beard? And mould on his forehead?

And the only reason that Hartlyn hadn't blown him to bits, was the fact she could sense no malicious intent. Or maybe it was the fact he looked absolutely ridiculous?

He grinned at her, an innocent look that held curiosity and interest on his aged and weathered. Leaning on his staff, that was taller than him, he turned his gaze to the black and white wolves that watched him, "And such beautiful animals. They're bigger than the usual wolves in the forests around Middle Earth."

The redhead blinked several times, unsure of what to do next.

"My name is Radagast," his grin widened, as he tipped his floppy brown hat, " It's very nice to meet you."

:3

Meeting another wizard, who's magic was very different from her's, Hartlyn and the Istari learned a lot from each other. But Radagast did love the direwolves and the redhead couldn't help but think that that was really the only reason he came to visit her and Jon every now and then.

It took the former Night's Watchman a while to warm up to the Brown Wizard, mainly because he appeared out of nowhere and unlike Jon who had a reason to just how he arrived in his soulmate's castle, Radagast didn't.

However, when the Istari began to tell him stories about the other races on Middle Earth and the wars that had occurred, Jon eventually welcomed the man with open arms whenever he journeyed to the Northern Mountains.

:3

Lying in Hartlyn's massive bed, naked beneath the soft furs covering their bodies, the two soul mates relished the presence of each other amidst the silence, broken only by their breathing and the crackling of the flickering fire in the hearth.

The woman's head laid atop his beating heart, drawing random shapes on his bare chest whilst Jon ran his fingers through her curly hair, hypnotised by the flame coloured locks. The raven haired man's other hand rested on the witch's thigh, his grip soft but possessive.

The feeling of their auras entwined was enough to make the witch giddy, almost drunk on the power emanating from them both. Hartlyn moved her hand from his chest, touch his jaw, making Jon hum, leaning into her embrace.

Their peace was interrupted when Death slinked out from the shadows. Hartlyn inwardly groaned, knowing how smug the deity would be since his plan had worked. The cloaked figure swept a hand to the left and bowed, "My King and Queen."