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KELIA Title: Host: 20 Ques Bet Your Knowledge PT Rewrite Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/10/06 7:45am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	"I’ll kiss you one day,” Amri said with a firm nod of his head. Then he grinned and she felt a surge of something go through her, something she had never felt before. “But I’ll be kissing you in my own good time…and not a moment before.” “Tease!” she called out, sticking her tongue out at him. Ah Amri... Somehow I don't think Lenora's mother is going to be all that thrilled when she finds out about her daughter's infatuation. Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/14/06 7:27am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	Healer_Leona I'd prefer Amri myself! dianethx Loves makes us not only play with fire, but jump right into it! Lady_Padme_Organa He's a VERY good guy! Gina Yep, she's fallen hard and fast. KELIA Nope, not at all! Chapter 3 Sarta giggled when she opened Lenora’s door, alerting Lenora to the fact that mischief was afoot. It frequently was when the two young women were together, a fact that they had been mostly successful in keeping from Lenora’s parents. Sarta’s mother, however, was well aware of their penchant for trouble, but had given up long ago trying to tame them. She had settled for what she called “damage control” and tried to shield Lenora from her parents’ censure. Sarta had willingly shouldered the blame for more than one stunt, knowing that her own punishment would be nothing compared to what Lenora’s parents would mete out. Lenora had argued against that tactic and had insisted on taking the blame until it seemed that her parents might send her away to some hideous “finishing school” in the Core. They were still partners in crime, they merely settled for being as unobtrusive as possible, at least where Lord and Lady Meretti were concerned. The expression on Sarta’s face, however, promised something spectacular and Lenora felt her interest rise. With a grin, Sarta held out a small square of flimsy and winked at her friend. “Who’s it from?” Lenora asked impatiently. “Open it and find out, silly,” Sarta advised. “I’m just the messenger.” Her expression, however, betrayed the fact that she knew more than she was letting on. Lenora shook her head indulgently as she unfolded the flimsy. The usual place, tomorrow morning, 0700. – A. Laughing, Lenora folded it back up. “Well…he does have a way with romantic words, doesn’t he?” Sarta sighed, clasping her hands in front of her. “When a man looks like that, he doesn’t need sweet words to charm a woman into his arms.” “Been getting an eyeful, have you?” Lenora asked. “By the goddess, he’s huge!” Sarta said softly. Lenora giggled. “I said exactly the same thing when we met.” The two friends looked and each other and dissolved into more laughter. “Did you see the size of his feet?” Lenora gasped and they grabbed each other and squealed. “I could use one of those boots as a boat on the lake,” Sarta quipped. “And those shoulders…” She sighed dramatically. “There ought to be a law against shoulders that broad.” “I’m sure there is – somewhere in the galaxy,” Lenora replied. “Do you suppose he’d let me lock him up for his crime?” This prompted more laughter and finally they could do no more than flop back on Lenora’s bed and look up at the ceiling, contemplating the many attractions of Amri-Lon Jinn together. Finally, Sarta said quietly, “Your parents will have a fit if they find out you’re meeting him.” “I know,” Lenora answered softly, her voice solemn. The two were silent for a moment and then Sarta asked, “Why are you risking it? You never have before,” she noted. Lenora shook her head and reached out for Sarta’s hand. “I don’t know, and that’s the sad truth of it.” She lightly squeezed her friend’s hand. “There’s just something about that man that draws me to him…” “Those big shoulders most likely, or perhaps those gigantic feet,” Sarta teased. Lenora rolled so that she was facing her friend and the two young women stared at each other. “He’s…he’s going to change my life,” Lenora predicted. “I don’t know how exactly, or when, but he will.” “Change can be bad as well as good, you know,” Sarta warned. Lenora smiled slyly. “I know… But I also know he’d never hurt me – or anyone for that matter.” Sarta snorted delicately. “You can’t know that, Len,” she admonished. “You’ve only just met him!” “I do know,” Lenora replied with great conviction. “I don’t know how I can be so sure of it, but I am.” Sarta’s kind brown eyes were worried. “Just be careful,” she pleaded. “Not only with your giant gentleman friend, but with your parents. If they find out…” “There’ll be hell to pay,” Lenora finished their oft-repeated litany. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, Lenora put on a dress that Sarta had loaned her. The dark colors would attract less notice and with a kerchief wrapped around her hair, she would probably be mistaken for one of the servants at a quick glance. She took a quick look in the mirror and decided that there was nothing else she could do, and quickly left. Despite her brave words to Sarta, she could not help but experience a twinge of anxiety. It was true that she did not know Amri-Lon Jinn very well at all. Perhaps today she would get some more answers, but even if she did not, she knew nothing would stop her from meeting him. She passed through the gardens quickly, practically running as she got close to their meeting place. At last, the stone wall was there before her and she came to an abrupt halt, suddenly feeling shy and uncertain. “Having second thoughts, are you?” a deep voice whispered behind her. She whirled around, her hand to her throat, to see Amri-Lon behind her, standing beside a huge tree. “You scared me,” she gasped. “You’ve scared me from the moment I met you,” he confessed in a husky whisper. “I couldn’t hurt you,” Lenora protested. Amri-Lon shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lenora Meretti,” he informed her. Lenora looked up at him through her lashes. “And how could I hurt you?” He had taken a few steps, bringing him much closer to her with his long strides. She found herself closing the remaining distance. He reached out and took her hand, placed it on his wide chest. She could feel the hammering of his heart beneath her palm. “You could shatter that into a thousand tiny pieces,” he admitted softly. She could do no more than stare up at him, her mouth suddenly gone dry. She sensed that he did not often speak in such a manner, even he seemed surprised at the charming words that came from his mouth. Then the corners of his lips turned down and he frowned. “I’ve got to go away for a while,” he said quickly, as if he doubted his courage to say the words. “My father needs to me transport some things for him.” “What sort of things?” Lenora asked. She truly did not care what the cargo was, but she was so taken aback by her reaction to his coming absence that she spoke without thinking. “We’re not smugglers, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Amri-Lon said in a hard voice. She looked up at him in disbelief. “Why would I think that?” He must have seen the genuine bewilderment in her expression because the line of his lips softened and he shook his head. “Never mind me,” he said. “I’m just grumpy.” Her lips quirked. “And why are you grumpy on this beautiful day?” she asked breathlessly, sensing already what his answer would be. She wondered that she could be so sure of what he was feeling. They barely knew each other, she reminded herself yet again. “Because I’m going to miss you,” he rasped, his hand tightening around hers. “You barely know me,” she reminded him – reminded herself. “That’s what I keep telling myself,” he admitted and because his thoughts were so much like her own, she laughed. “How long will you be gone?” she asked. Amri-Lon sighed and released her hand, taking a step away. “Too long to expect that you’ll be waiting when I get back,” he said. “How long?” Lenora asked again, moving toward him. He had turned away from her, facing the wild forest that skirted the edges of the estate. Lenora came up behind him and put one hand on his broad back. She was fascinated with the feel of his muscles bunching under her hand; she felt a slight tremor run through him. “About six months,” he finally answered. Abruptly, he turned and wrapped his big, strong arms around her. Lenora settled her cheek against his chest, savoring the sound of his heartbeat. It sounded so reassuringly steady and strong, she thought. Amri-Lon Jinn was a man a woman could rely on through good times and bad. Surprising them both, Lenora looked up at him and grinned. “Oh, I’ll be waiting all right,” she retorted. “If you think I’m going to marry one of the useless pretty boys that my mother insists on parading in front of me, then you – and my mother - have quite another thing coming!” “Be serious, Lenora,” Amri urged. “We’ve only just met and now I’m leaving for six months! At least six months – who knows how long this damned trip may drag on!” He spat out in frustration. “I’d be a fool to think that someone like you is going to sit around and wait for a big gundark like me.” “You are big,” Lenora agreed solemnly. “But I was thinking more along the lines of a rancor…or perhaps a shaak…” He groaned and pulled her tightly against him. “Enough of that now.” Hitting him in the chest, she leaned back. “You’re always telling me when it’s enough,” she scolded. “I’ll decide when it’s enough for myself, thank you!” Amri held up his hands in surrender. “All right, all right, I get the holo!” Slightly mollified at his immediate capitulation, she sniffed lightly. “That’s better,” she admitted. “My point, however, is that we barely know each other,” he continued. “We’ve never even kissed for goddess’ sake!” She looked up at him slyly and tilted her head. “Well now, that’s something we can take care of easily enough,” she told him. “You,” he said quietly, “are a hoyden!” “Only with you,” she admitted softly and she watched him go utterly still. “Ah, little one,” he murmured. “You’d best run far and fast if you’re going to run.” Lenora stayed right where she was, lightly pressed up against him. “You’re not running,” he said in a voice that was almost accusatory. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not.” “You’re going to be getting kissed in a moment,” he warned. “I’m waiting.” “Last chance to run,” he whispered, his lips moving closer to hers. “Do you always talk so-?” She groaned when his mouth touched lightly to hers. His kiss was tentative but she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. He moaned and gave into her direction, letting his tongue slide gently over his lips, delicately seeking to deepen their kiss. With a happy murmur, she gave in and felt him tremble against her. It was Amri-Lon who ended the kiss, gasping for breath. He put some space between them, still breathing hard. He pointed at her, shaking his head. “Lenora, have mercy on me, I’m just a man,” he begged. “I’ll get word to you as I can through your maid,” he said softly, his voice still a bit shaky. “But please…do me a favor and leave now, before I throw you over my shoulder and take you with me.” Feeling a bit frightened by the intensity of the feelings still racing through her, Lenora nodded. “I’ll be waiting, Amri-Lon Jinn,” she told him. Then she turned and walked away. She stopped briefly, calling over her shoulder. “And don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily, Amri!” Lenora smiled slyly. “I’ll be most upset with you if you think you’re going to wriggle your way out of your promise to return to me!” Amri-Lon merely buried his face in his hands and gave a hearty sigh. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 8/14/06 8:29am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/14
	“Been getting an eyeful, have you?” Lenora asked. “By the goddess, he’s huge!” Sarta said softly. Lenora giggled. “I said exactly the same thing when we met.” The two friends looked and each other and dissolved into more laughter. “Did you see the size of his feet?” Lenora gasped and they grabbed each other and squealed. “I could use one of those boots as a boat on the lake,” Sarta quipped. “And those shoulders…” She sighed dramatically. “There ought to be a law against shoulders that broad.” “I’m sure there is – somewhere in the galaxy,” Lenora replied. “Do you suppose he’d let me lock him up for his crime?” Love these dreamy descriptions!! Lenora looked up at him through her lashes. “And how could I hurt you?” He had taken a few steps, bringing him much closer to her with his long strides. She found herself closing the remaining distance. He reached out and took her hand, placed it on his wide chest. She could feel the hammering of his heart beneath her palm. “You could shatter that into a thousand tiny pieces,” he admitted softly. And that is the point where I'd be throwing myself at him - forget etiquette or playing hard to get. From any other guy, I'd think it's just a line. But somehow from Amri, it seems so utterly sincere. “Ah, little one,” he murmured. “You’d best run far and fast if you’re going to run.” Lenora stayed right where she was, lightly pressed up against him. “You’re not running,” he said in a voice that was almost accusatory. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not.” “You’re going to be getting kissed in a moment,” he warned. “I’m waiting.” “Last chance to run,” he whispered, his lips moving closer to hers. “Do you always talk so-?” She groaned when his mouth touched lightly to hers. His kiss was tentative but she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. Wow!! This story is my newest fan fic addiction. -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 8/14/06 9:22am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/14
	I missed a post! How did that happen?? I am totally loving this story, Kim, especially the latest post -- she finally got kissed! Wooot! Only hope nothing happens to him in the six months while he's gone... but if he's anything like his son trouble is attracted to him -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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KELIA Title: Host: 20 Ques Bet Your Knowledge PT Rewrite Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/14/06 9:42am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/14
	When a man looks like that, he doesn’t need sweet words to charm a woman into his arms.” I heartily agree! I know a few SW men who fit that description Sarta sounds like a great friend. Lenora is lucky to have her. Amri is leaving for 6 months! Hmmmmmm...could Lenora's parents somehow be involved in that? Sounds like something they would do. Awesome update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/14/06 8:18pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/14
	I giggled right along with the girls in their discussion of Amri and his shoulders. “I do know,” Lenora replied with great conviction. “I don’t know how I can be so sure of it, but I am.” I love the little shine of Force sensitivity. No, not six months. They've only just met. Oh my, that kiss. I could't decide between sighing along with them or crying for how sweet it was. -----signature----- I want to swim away but don't know how Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/24/06 6:57am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/14 - Date Edited: 8/24/06 7:18am (1 edits total) Edited By: VaderLVR64
	Gina I think Amri was as surprised that those words came out of his mouth as Lenora! Layren Well, at least you know they end up together! KELIA Nope, her parents still don't have a clue! Healer_Leona Well, as first kisses go it was a pretty darn good one! Chapter 4 Lenora was surprised to discover that she missed Amri-Lon. It was not that she did not find him intriguing and attractive, but she had only known him a few days before he left and already he had made enough of a place in her heart and thoughts that she felt bereft, knowing she would not see his tall figure standing in her garden. It did not seem fair that he had come to mean so much to her in so little time. Sarta confided that Amri-Lon had given her his comm code before he left, promising that any messages would get to him. She would also convey Amri’s messages to Lenora. Her mother, however, sensing her restlessness, decided that nothing would do but that they took a trip into Theed. Lady Meretti decided to make it a shopping expedition, no doubt hopeful that the clothes Lenora purchased would prove to be part of her trousseau. They arrived in Theed on a sunny morning, Lady Meretti already having contacted her many friends who still resided in the city. Already, they had obligations lined up before them for the next two weeks, a fact that brought Lenora to despair. The trip to the city was not at all her idea of fun, and she did not really know any of the families her mother had arranged for them to meet. The only bright spot in the fiasco was the fact that Sarta had been allowed to accompany them so that she could act as Lenora’s maid. Theed was a lovely city, and Lenora’s reluctance had nothing to do with the city itself. While she would have been happy to visit the gardens and wander through museums, her mother considered such activities a waste of time. So instead, she would be stuck visiting people she did not know – and shopping, there would be a lot of shopping. As Sarta unpacked, Lady Meretti bustled into the room and immediately began ordering Lenora to get changed. “Mother, we just got here,” Lenora said in exasperation. “Why can’t we just rest today?” Secretly, she was hoping her mother would settle down for a nap so that she could wander along the main avenue in the city, taking in some of the sights. Lady Meretti shook her head. “My dear girl, we have so many people to visit that if we don’t get started right away, we’ll never get them all in.” “And what a tragedy that would be,” Lenora muttered under her breath. Luckily, her mother did not hear her because she was too busy rifling through Lenora’s dresses and picking out something suitable. “No, Sarta,” her mother was complaining. “That simply won’t do. Yellow makes her look sallow.” Sarta glanced over Lady Meretti’s shoulder and rolled her eyes. Lenora had to stifle a laugh and bit her lip. When her mother handed her a light blue dress she accepted it without protest. It was a bit tight, and not the most comfortable dress she owned, but she knew those things would not matter at all to her mother, and so she remained silent. “See that she’s ready in one hour,” Lady Meretti ordered Sarta, “and not one minute after.” “Yes, ma’am,” Sarta replied quietly. “And so it begins,” Lenora said with a sigh as the door closed behind her mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amri-Lon looked at the chrono again. It was only a minute later. Odd, he would have thought that at least fifteen minutes had passed since he checked the time. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. This trip was proving to be even longer and more boring than he had anticipated. However, his father had needed him. A smile came to his face when he remembered the discussion about the trip – and other matters - with his father. “I hate asking you to do this, my boy,” Qui-Gon had said. “But this broken leg of mine is taking longer than I thought to heal. That’s the hell of growing old, I suppose.” “That’s all right, Dad,” Amri-Lon replied, though he desperately wanted to stay on Naboo. Lenora was on Naboo. Besides, his father had broken his leg cliff climbing, not the average activity of an elderly man. Qui-Gon’s piercing blue eyes studied his son. “I know you don’t really want to go, son,” he said with a half-smile. “But it shows me what kind of man you are that you make no argument against it.” Amri-Lon gave a rueful smile. “You know too much,” he complained with a touch of humor. “I’m a good guesser,” Qui-Gon answered with a laugh. “Too good,” Amri corrected. “Who is she?” Qui-Gon asked suddenly. Taken aback by the unexpected question, Amri-Lon was unable to stop the blush that rose in his cheeks. Damn, he had blushed more in the past few days than he had in the past decade. Grown men did not blush like schoolgirls, he chided himself. “What makes you think there’s a she?” Qui-Gon laughed loudly and patted his son on the back with one huge hand. “Oh, my boy, there’s always a “she” when a man gets that look about him,” he told his son. “So…who is it? The grocer’s daughter? I’ve seen her giving you the eye more than once.” He nudged his son good-naturedly. “Or perhaps that pretty widow who lives down the lane? She’s a few years older than you, but very sweet,” Qui-Gon noted. “She’d make a fine wife.” “Thanks for the information, Dad,” Amri-Lon answered dryly. “I didn’t know you were keeping such good track of the available women in the area.” “Just observing, my boy, that’s all,” Qui-Gon answered placidly. “Never hurts to know who my son might eventually settle down with,” he added. “There’s no hurry, none at all, but when you meet the right one, you’ll soon find that’s the only thing on your mind.” He smiled in memory. “I was a goner once I saw your mother. She ruined me for every other woman in the galaxy.” “I know,” Amri-Lon murmured. His mother had only been dead two years, and they both still grieved for her, but his father seemed diminished somehow, less than he had been, as if his sorrow had eaten away at him from the inside. “So, what’s her name?” Amri-Lon sighed heavily, seeing that his father was not going to give up without getting what he sought. “Her name is Lenora,” he said at last. Qui-Gon frowned and rubbed thoughtfully at his beard. “I don’t remember a Lenora in the village,” he said. “That’s because she doesn’t live in the village.” “Interesting,” Qui-Gon answered. “What’s her last name?” “Her name is Lenora Meretti.” Once more, Qui-Gon frowned, obviously trying to place the name. “The only Meretti I know of is the manor folk that live up on the hill.” Then he studied his son. “She’s a poor relation, is she? A cousin who lives with them?” “She lives with them,” Amri-Lon answered carefully. “In what capacity?” Qui-Gon asked pointedly, for he knew his son quite well. Amri sank down into a chair and buried his face in his hands. “She’s the daughter,” he said quietly. Qui-Gon sat down next to his son and patted him on the leg. “You fell in love with a girl of high station, then?” “Something like that,” he grumbled. “How does she feel?” Amri grimaced and leaned back in the chair. “We just met a few days ago,” he admitted. Qui-Gon smiled and shook his head. “Oh…it’s like that, is it?” Waiting for his father to tell him that he could not possibly know if he was in love, Amri closed his eyes and rubbed at them. To his surprise, his father only laughed softly. “Amri-Lon Jinn, you’re following in a fine family tradition.” “What’s that supposed to mean? Mom wasn’t from a rich family,” he reminded his father as if he had forgotten. “Well, that’s not what I meant. When I said I was a lost man from the moment I met your mother, I wasn’t lying,” Qui-Gon said gently. “When I saw her for the first time, I knew I’d never love any woman as much as I was going to love her.” He smiled sadly. “I’m not saying it all went smoothly or even that I truly loved her from that moment, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to help loving her, if that makes sense.” “Oh yeah, it makes sense,” Amri groaned. “Goddess, I feel like an idiot! Even if she does learn to love me, I can never give her what she’s used to, what she deserves!” He hunched his shoulders. “If I was really a good man, I’d stay out of her life so that she can marry someone who can give her all the pretty things she should have.” He knew he sounded utterly miserable, but that was exactly how he felt, so it did not matter. “You should let her decide what she needs out of life, Amri-Lon,” Qui-Gon cautioned quietly. “She’ll have time to think on things while you’re gone, and I’m sure you’ve got a way to keep in touch with her.” Sheepishly, Amri admitted that he did. Qui-Gon nodded and patted his son on the shoulder. “Then let things develop naturally,” his father advised. “Don’t push the girl, but don’t push her away either.” “I really just wanted to kidnap her and keep her locked up until she said she loved me,” Amri-Lon confessed with a rueful grin. “But I was noble and walked away.” “You’ll be back,” Qui-Gon comforted him. “And then you’ll see if what you feel for this girl is the real thing or not.” He smiled and shrugged. “And so will she.” “And if she doesn’t feel the same way?” “Then you’ll hurt like hell,” Qui-Gon said bluntly. “But it’ll be an honest pain, and you’ll heal.” “When I’m as old as you,” Amri-Lon teased, “maybe.” His father ruffled his hair as he used to do when Amri was a boy. “Just remember, that if a woman loves you, really loves you, then any home you make with her will be a mansion.” -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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KELIA Title: Host: 20 Ques Bet Your Knowledge PT Rewrite Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/24/06 9:14am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	I loved the conversation between the elder Qui-Gon and his son. if a woman loves you, really loves you, then any home you make with her will be a mansion.” Truer words were never spoken. Lovely update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 8/24/06 9:20am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	Love that Qui-Gon is named for his grandfather. Loved this : His father ruffled his hair as he used to do when Amri was a boy. “Just remember, that if a woman loves you, really loves you, then any home you make with her will be a mansion.” Absolutely. Although it doesn't hurt to have a bit of money... Gerat job. Keep going. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/24/06 9:30am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	Lucky for Lenora that Sarta is there to keep her company. The shopping sounds pretty boring, but depending on the people, she could find new friends. Awwww, Qui-Gon was named after his grandfather. How sweet and he is such a wise man. We can see how wisdom and compassion runs in the family. Outstandig post!! -----signature----- I want to swim away but don't know how Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 8/25/06 4:22am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	Poor Lenora. Her mother is truly a woman on a mission. Love that Amri is named after his grandfather, and it seems that wisdom, true wisdom, runs in the family. “Just remember, that if a woman loves you, really loves you, then any home you make with her will be a mansion.” Loved it! You know how much I love this story and its characters!! -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 9/1/06 7:08am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	KELIA I think our two Qui-Gons have a lot in common. dianethx Well, no! But it's easier to make money than to find love. Most of the time, anyway! Healer_Leona I had fun writing the elder Qui-Gon Gina I admit, it's fun writing love story that doesn't end in tragedy. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/30/06 7:35am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/24
	Chapter 5 Dear Lenora, My journey proceeds without incident, though more slowly than I had hoped. Before I met you, I would have been quite happy to roam about the galaxy, but now it seems I cannot drag my thoughts from a certain beauty on Naboo. You’ve spoiled for anything else, you know. I hope you’re happy now that you’ve ruined me. Here I am, putting my heart in these words, and you may have very well have forgotten me by the time you read them. My father has always said that I express myself better – more passionately - in writing than I do with speech, and I can only hope that this is so. Perhaps it is easier to say what I feel here because I do not have to look at you – because when I look at you I want only to kiss you and hold you in my arms. So far, nothing exciting has happened on this trip, something for which I am grateful. If things go according to schedule I’ll be home in five months – an eternity. I know I am every sort of fool to hope you’ll remember me, much less think of me as I do of you, but I will continue to hope until you tell me plainly that the time for that has passed. Until we meet again, I am yours – if you want me. Amri-Lon He sighed as he ended the letter. During those times when he was busy attending to business, Lenora was still always there, lingering in the back of his thoughts, but he could function. During quiet moments such as this, however, he longed for her with a ferocity that surprised even him. The scent of her hair, the graceful way she moved, the music of her laughter, all of these became the heart of his desire. Before Lenora, he had admired women, lusted after a few, indulged in healthy passion, but never had he felt such an overwhelming need for any of them. Groaning, Amri turned over in his bunk, knowing it would be a very long night indeed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Amri, You insult me to think I am so fickle that I would not remember you. I am in Theed now, which could have been an exciting adventure except that my mother insists on dragging me to every dull party in the city. How many times can one have the same conversation without screaming? I suppose I shall soon find out. To get your message today, the first one I might add, was unexpected. I had almost come to the conclusion that you had forgotten me, in which case I was fully prepared to steal a ship and go looking for you. Since I have no piloting skills to speak of, it might have been a very hazardous journey. So, if you want to keep me safe, write me as often as possible just so that I don’t get a mad idea in my head to go searching the galaxy for a big gundark of a man. I have a tendency toward wild adventure, I’m afraid. I’ve just never been able to indulge it. Consider yourself warned, Amri-Lon Jinn. Still yours, Lenora Lenora could not help but sigh happily that night as she lay in bed. She had memorized every word of his message and when she closed her eyes she could see Amri standing before her, his great booming laugh ringing out in their garden. Their garden? Yes, that’s what it was now, she mused. It was a little frightening, how quickly she had become attached to him. Somehow, when the men her mother paraded before her bent over her hand, she was always wondering why their hair was cut so short, or why they were so very slim and delicate-looking. It seemed that a dark-haired giant of a rogue had captured her heart and she was not at all sure if she would ever get it back. Tossing and turning in her lonely bed, Lenora dreamt of laughing blue eyes and lips that beckoned her closer. ~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Lenora, I can see that you have a wicked streak in you a kilometer wide. How you have survived to this age I have no idea. Luckily, I like that sort of thing in a girl! Who wants a well-behaved, insipid girl who breaks into sobs at the least provocation? Not me, because I would quickly grow impatient with her and she would spend all her days crying. That’s no way to go through life, is it? I like a woman who stands her ground, even when she does so by stomping on my toes. I’ve got big feet, they can take a lot of abuse. I apologize for the lateness of my communication, but getting them to you has proven to be rather problematic. I’ve just come from Tatooine, an adventure I hope never to experience again. Goddess! The heat alone is enough to kill a man – it drains the life right out of you. After Naboo, Tatooine seemed a hellish place to live. I can only wonder that anyone at all has settled there when there are so many more lovely worlds on which to live. I expect that you are meeting a great number of charming men, men who have been raised as you have. I won’t hold it against you if you fall in love with one of them, so please be honest. I miss you. I don’t know what else to say. Amri Just after he pushed the button that sent the communication, he grimaced. She was not going to like that last bit, not at all. Lenora was blunt and truthful, almost to a fault, so he knew that if she had developed feelings for someone else, he would be the first to know. She was not the type to leave a man dangling, or to offer up a nasty surprise upon return. No, Lenora was sweet and honest, and if she said she felt something for him then she did. What worried Amri, what kept him awake at night, was the fact that she was so far above him. He could offer her nothing compared to what she had had growing up. His future was uncertain, not without promise, that was true, but there would be no guarantees. He had big plans, exciting plans that might one day bring him much success, but it would be a long, hard road to get there and he was not sure he had the right to ask Lenora to suffer it with him. Why not let her make the choice for herself? he heard his father’s voice ask him. “Be quiet, Dad,” he growled and closed his eyes, determined to go to sleep. ~~~~~~~~ Dear Amri, I can see that we are going to have this conversation many, many times. I guess that skull of yours is as thick as it looks. I suppose I can learn to live with that particular fault if I must. We are back home, though my – our- little garden seems terribly lonely now. It is almost more than I can bear to go there, but I do, because I feel closer to you there than anywhere else. That sounds terribly cliché, doesn’t it, but I finally see now why those holodramas appeal to so many, which is something I never understood before. Love, even that feeling that comes just before love, is horribly confusing and makes you act in ways that you’ve never considered before. I’m not at all sure I like feeling like this, but there doesn’t seem to be a cure. You’ll never guess who I ran into in the village this morning. Are you at least trying guess? All right, it was your father. I knew him right away. He’s a giant, just like you are. He knew me, too, which struck me as strange until he told me that your communications to him are filled with thoughts about me. I was surprised when it seemed his feelings weren’t hurt by that. He merely laughed when I tried to apologize for your bad manners. This won’t be a habit will it? You doing something wrong and I end up apologizing for it? Because I’ll be honest and tell you that I’m not very good at saying I’m sorry. That’s something you might want to keep in mind when thinking about the future. On the other hand, I accept apologies rather well, so I think that sort of makes up for my other failing. Don’t you? Lenora P.S. And consider your feet stomped. Meeting Amri’s father had been strange. It was like seeing Amri in thirty years. Qui-Gon Jinn had limped, apparently recovering from an injury of some sort, but his broad shoulders were squared and a confident expression was on his craggy face. His features were strong rather than handsome, and she supposed that Amri looked somewhat like his mother, for his features were finer than his father’s, though they shared the same build. There was something about the Jinn men that made her feel as if they could be depended on, turned to in times of trouble – not to solve a woman’s problems, but to help her through them, to share the burden. That seemed a very nice thing indeed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dearest Lenora, I’m sorry. I won’t bring up all those other, more suitable men you might have met ever again. Or at least I’ll try not to, which isn’t really the same thing, is it? You may as well know it now, I’m not perfect. There, the ugly truth is out. Although I seem perfect, I do have my flaws – but the way I feel about you is not among them. Why you should think to apologize to my father, I’m not sure. He likes hearing about you and I’m sure he’d much rather that I talk about you than the boring details of this trip. If one could die of monotony, I’d be in mortal danger. Oh, and we are not giants, everyone else is just too small. We can’t help it that we’re the right size and everyone else stopped growing too soon. As it happens, I’m fairly good at saying I’m sorry, and since you’re good at accepting apologies, I think we’ve got a fine foundation upon which to build. But there are other much more important issues to settle before we make any rash decisions. Such as – will you let me have the last piece of chocolate cake or will you insist on woman’s prerogative and claim it for yourself? Amri P.S. Ouch. He laughed as he wrote that last bit about the cake, and mused that he would be more than willing to give her the last piece. Amri shook his head, wondering why that struck him as so…significant. Cake, however, really was important and it was best to get these things worked out ahead of time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dearest Amri, The cake issue is a critical one, I agree. Before I answer that, I would have to know exactly how much you want the cake? Are you going to eat it just to spite me? Or do you feel like if you don’t get it you just might possibly die? These are decisive factors. But if I have to give an answer right now, I would say that I would let you have the last piece of chocolate cake. However, if there’s ever any reliaa berry pie, it’s every man (or woman) for himself (herself – you know what I mean). Because I might be moved to violence over reliaa berry pie. Consider yourself warned. Lenora Sarta giggled as Lenora shared the gist of Amri’s last message. The servant nudged her friend and quirked one eyebrow. “You’d really share the last piece of cake with him?” Lenora nodded and sighed. “Yes, and there’s more…” “What?” Sarta asked eagerly. Leaning forward, Lenora whispered her terrible confession. “I’d actually let him have the last piece of reliaa berry pie, too!” Sarta gaped at her and then shook her head. “You’ve got it bad, my friend.” “I know,” Lenora moaned as her shoulders slumped. “And I’m afraid it’s not going to get any better.” -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 10/30/06 8:38am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 10/30
	First reation to this being updated was YAY!!!!!!!! lol He sighed as he ended the letter. During those times when he was busy attending to business, Lenora was still always there, lingering in the back of his thoughts, but he could function. During quiet moments such as this, however, he longed for her with a ferocity that surprised even him. I can so relate to that. I've learned to work and have a fantasy life all at the same time. It just takes a bit of practice. So, if you want to keep me safe, write me as often as possible just so that I don’t get a mad idea in my head to go searching the galaxy for a big gundark of a man. Awwww. The communique's were delightful. They are such a perfect pair. New love is so very fine. -----signature----- I want to swim away but don't know how Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
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Dooku-Darklighter Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 10/30/06 5:31pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 10/30
	Agreed! I want more! , please?
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