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Look to all of you who read this story and it suddenly dissapeared then I don't know waht the hell happened. But here it is.

Italic - Elvish


Vampires in Middle-Earth.

"The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can…"

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Visitor.

BPOV

"ISABELLA!"

I groaned, and rolled over. It was to early I could tell.

"ISABELLA!! Étgen puén ównén!!"(Isabella get up now)

I sighed and opened my eyes but the stream of light coming through my window hurt my keen eyes.

"BELLA!" Then banging came on my wooden door.

"Esyen, Arwen hátwë sién tíén?" I asked annoyed. (Yes, Arwen what is it?) My sister can be such a pain.

"Athërfë antswí ótën éësen othbä fóén suën níën heten ibrarylë" (Father wants to see us in the library)

"Hywén?" (Why?)

"Ïën ondén'tën nowcú éhen ústjó äntswó ótén eesen súén" (I don't know he just wants to see us)

I heard her walk down the echoing hall. I sighed again and got up. I want to the washroom and put a greyish-blue dressand brushed my waist length mahogany brown hair, and headed off to the library.

As I walked down the long hall, the sun shone through the big windows and cast long shadows across the walls and floor. When I reach the grand doors of the Ancient Library, I heard the voices of me father, my sister, Aragorn and a voice I did not expect to hear for a long time. I pushed the heavy wooden doors open. And cried out "Mithrandir!"(Gandalf!) when I saw the aged, long gray haired, bearded man in a long faded weather worn gray cloak, his long pointed hat which was also gray along with his twisted old staff lay against a wooden pine chair. I ran and flung my arms around him.

"Hahahait's good to see you too Bells" He said chuckling. I let go of him and stepped back to stand next to my sister.

"Gandalf what is the honour of this visit?" My father said his magnetic voice.

"Well, I have come to ask a favor of Aragorn if he is willing to accept"

"Gandalf you know me it always depends on the favor" Aragorn said smiling.

"Indeed…If you do not hear from me by tomorrow are you willing to travel to the Eastfarthing of the Shire? And wait at the inn of the Prancing Pony in Bree for some young hobbits?"

"Get the hobbits and lead them back here?"

"Yes, tell them you're a friend of Gandalf the Grey they should trust you then"

"Gandalf, may I go with Aragorn?" I asked.

"Ónën, Bsolutëlyath Ótnen!!" My father said sternly. (No, Absolutely Not!!)

"Utben addyda óúyén óuldwó ëtlën Arwen ogën fiën Aragorn óúldwa etlen erhen" I whined like a five year old. (But daddy you would let Arwen go if Aragorn would let her)

"Ónen, óuyén reáen oten oungya!" (No, you are too young!)

"Léäsepë, Apapí, fïen Ïën ogén Ïën äncén ëëpcí näën yeeen nóën Aragorn óten äcëmï urésä éhen óesndë'ten ëtgen nïen óten róúblétí icelä éhen suällyuth oesdë" My father knew I had a point here Aragon did most of the time seem to get into trouble. (Please, Papa, if I go I can keep an eye on Aragorn to make sure he doesn't get in to trouble like he usually does)

"Ïnefú" He sighed (Fine)

"Yes!" I said happily.

"Go and change then"

I ran out of the library and as I did I heard my sister say, probably to Aragorn 'Ouyén acémë úresë hesen ómescú äccbí nhármëdúth róen tien illwú eben óremé hantë óuryä éadhú Ién hópcä ffoen!' (You make sure she comes back unharmed or it will be more than your head I chop off!) I had to laugh at that it was just so typical of her.


The next day I was out in the gardens, watching the butterflies, when Argorn walked slowy up to me. I glanced up, his expression a mixture of excitment and worry.

"Come on time to go" He said holding out his hand.

I took it, and nodded at him. I quicky walked to my room, once I had changed into some traveling clothes. I headed off towards the weapons room, where I picked up my swords and strapped each one to my hips and slung my bow onto my back. I strolled out into a glade beneath an old stone arch, where Aragorn was waiting having already packed the food supplies into a rucksack, which he hurled on to his back.

"Ready then Bella?" He asked. Like he didn't already know.

"Of course" I said. "How long is it going to take us to get to Bree?"

"Not long, eight days at the most"

My father walked towards me, and gave me a hug, saying "Áymen hëten tärssa átchwó veróth óúyën noen óúryú oúrnéyjä" (May the stars watch over you on your journey)

I smiled and said "Ndáén áymën heten tärssí lsóäth ätchwa véróth óuyen"(And may the stars also watch over you).

He released me and walked away. I saw Arwen talking quietly to Aragorn. She looked at me with sad eyes and whispered "Ëbën árefulcá ymen istérsë" (Be careful my sister). Then turned and walked away as well.

"Come on we have a long road ahead of us" Aragorn called to me walking through the arch and turning right.

I sighed, I was going to miss home.


EPOV

My family and I were out hunting, well, really it was just my family, they forced me to come, I'd rather just sit in my room and drown in my sorrow, self pity and grief. We were in the forests of Canada trying to catch some grizzlies.

I met up with my family in a small clearing, some how the trees looked different, greener, thicker and there was mud track just ahead of us covered in fallen leaves.

"Where did that road come from?" Emmett asked.

The rest of me family looked too. Suddenly Alice screamed.

"Alice what is it?" I asked my voice lifeless.

"I can't see, it's all disappeared, the future!" She cried panicked.

"Alice, dear you're not making any sense" Esme said.

Jasper gasped "Carlisle…I can't feel any ones emotions"

I suddenly thought, I couldn't hear anyone else's thoughts except mine.

"I can't hear anyone's thoughts" I said my voice still dead of any emotion.

"What the hell is going on?" Emmett asked.

I heard, hurried foot steps, coming our way, the others heard them too. I saw four little figures practically running down the track; they were only three to four feet stall. They stopped dead at the sight of us.

"Who are you? What do you want?" asked one, glaring at us.

Carlisle answered "My name is Carlisle Cullen; this is my wife Esme, my daughters Alice and Rosalie, and my sons Emmett, Jasper and Edward." Pointing to each of us "Would you mind telling where we are?"

"And tell us who and what you are?" Rosalie asked rudely.

"Rosalie!" Esme exclaimed.

"Eastfarthing" another said "One of the four Farthings of the Shire, Hobbiton is just a mile that way" he said pointing back the way they'd come.

"We, dear sir, are Hobbits. My mane is Peregrin Took but call me Pippin. This here is my cousin Meriadoc Brandybuck also called Merry. The one glaring at you in Samwise Gamgee and this is Frodo. Errr…"

"Underhill, Frodo Underhill" said the one called Frodo.

"Now if that is all, we must be on are way now" said the one called Merry.

"Errr…Do you know where the nearest…lodgings are?" Carlisle asked.

"There are several inns the town of Bree, you could join us we're headed there our selves?" Pippin said.

"If that's not to much trouble"

"No of course not, it will be good company, won't it Sam?" Merry said, giving Sam a nudge. Sam just grumbled.

A terrible, high-pitch, screech cut through the air.

"What was that?" Pippin asked frantic.

"Get off the road" Frodo cried before he and his companions dived off the edge of the road and hid under some protruding roots, then shouted out to us "HIDE!". We ran to them and hid are selves.

"What is going on?" Alice asked.

"Shhhh!" was all she got in replay.

I heard galloping hooves, coming along the road, then they stopped; there was silence, then a thud, the sound of someone dismounting. A black, cloaked figure swooped down upon the roots the Hobbits were hiding under. It stated sniffing, like it was smelling for something. Sniff…sniff.

I looked over to the Hobbits, something was wrong, Frodo's eyes rolled back into his head; he was paying with something in his hands, a plain gold ring. The cloaked thing sniffed harder. Snifff…sniff…sniff. Frodo was about to up the ring on his finger, but Sam stopped him and it stopped sniffing. Merry chucked a brown bag into the brushes as a distraction and the Hobbits make a break for it. My family and I follow them. They stopped after a short distance away to catch their breath.

"What was that?" Merry asked, his hand on his chest, breathing deeply.

"I think we all want to know what that thing was" Emmett said

Frodo just looked at us, not saying anything.

"It was like that Blackrider was looking something…or someone, Frodo" Merry said staring at Frodo.

Another screeching, wail come from close behind us.

"We can't stay in the Shire, Sam and I must get to Bree" Frodo said urgently to Merry.

Merry nodded knowingly "Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me."

Two Blackrider bust though the trees. The Hobbits and my family scattered.

"Come on! This way!" I heard Merry call. We tried to follow him, but Frodo and I got separated from the rest. The Blackriders were nearly as fast as us. I heard the others reach the Ferry.

"Edward?!" I heard my family call panicked.

"Frodo!!" The Hobbits shouted.

Frodo and I burst though the trees, the Ferry was right in front of us. They had already pushed off.

"Come on Frodo! Edward! Run!" They shouted.

A Blackrider was right on are heels. I had no choice, I picked Frodo up, ran to the Ferry at vampire speed and jumped. When I landed and I quickly put him down. Frodo was having a hard time breathing, either because of the temperature of my body or because of my hard skin and speed.

"How…how?" Pippin asked.

"Mr. Frodo are you alright? What did you do to him?!" Sam asked rounding on me.

"I'm alright Sam. Edward here just saved my life." He said then asked Merry "How far to the nearest crossing?"

"Brandywine Bridge: twenty miles" Merry answered.


We arrived at the twelve foot wooden gates of Bree, soaking wet due to the heavy rain that had started a few moments ago.

"Come on" Frodo said looking up and down the wet, muddy road. We hurried to the gate, were Frodo knocked, two times. A small peep hole opened at eye level, but too high for the Hobbits and an old filthy faced man looked through. Carlisle, who was just behind the Hobbits, pointed to them. The watchman slams it shut and opened another hole at Hobbit height.

"What do you want?" he said in rasping voice.

"We're heading for the Prancing Pony" Frodo answered.

The watchman opened the gate.

"Hobbits! Four Hobbits! And seven Men" he exclaimed "What business brings you to Bree?"

"We wish to stay at the Inn. Our business is our own" Frodo said quickly, while the other Hobbits hastily looked around.

"All right young sir, I meant no offence. 'Tis my job to ask question after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful" He said ushering us in. The wooden gate banged shut behind us.

"Look at this place" Rosalie said disgusted, looking around at the filthy, dirty, and wet, houses and men.

We followed the Hobbits up the cobbled street, and after about ten minutes, Frodo finally spotted the grottlylooking sign. Inside, it is crowded, noisy and poorly-lit. Merry and Pippin breathe sighs of relief. The Hobbits stepped up to the bar, which rose far above their heads.

"Excuse me?" Frodo asked looking up at the bar.

A man with a kind looking face leaned over the side of the bar.

"Good evening, little masters! If you're looking for accommodation we've got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available. Mister uh-"

"-Underhill. My name is Underhill"

"Underhill. Yes…"

"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?" Frodo pressed.

"Gandalf? Gandalf? Oh yes! I remember: elderly chap, big gray beard, pointy hat… Not seen him for six months."

The Hobbits looked shocked. "What are we going to do?" Sam asked.

The man at the bar turned his attention to us. "So what can I do for ye fine gentlemen and lovely ladies?"

"Do you have any rooms going spare?" Carlisle asked walking up to the bar.

"I'm afraid not, but if you go wait in the tap room and dry off, I'll come and tell you if any rooms become free"

"Ok, thank you for your help"

My family and I sat at a table in the tap room of the Prancing Pony. The air was dark and smoke-filled, but I smelt the faint smell of freesias that hung in the air. Bella I thought sadly. Drunken men laughed raucously. Soon after I saw the Hobbits carrying half pint mugs of what smelt like ale, Alice waved to them to come and join us.

Several men glance suspiciously at the hobbits. Merry and Pippin were telling us about the Green Dragon pub, and what Hobbiton was like, and when they stole one of Gandalf's famous fireworks. Even Sam joined in, telling us one or two of Bilbo's stories, who we found out was Frodo's Uncle. But as usual my family and I kept to our selves and when we were asked a question, we just asked them another question, but the one question that was in my mind was, why can't we use are powers?

Merry had gone off to get his third or four half a pint of ale, but Frodo was quietly staring into his half empty mug. Sam questioned Frodo's behavior.

"Sam. He'll be here. He'll come" Frodo said, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than any of us.

Merry came back and sat down at the table with a huge mug of beer in his hands.

"What's that?" Pippin asked amazed.

"This my friend, is a pint" Merry answered.

"It comes in pints?! I'm getting one!" Pippin said and rushed to the bar.

"You had a whole half one already" Sam shouted to him.

After a moment, Sam nudged Frodo and gestured to the corner of the room. I looked and saw two dark cloaked figures sitting there, their faces invisible inside their hoods. I heard them softly whispering in a language I did not know.

"Them fellow's over there done nothin' but stare at us since we arrived." He said in a hushed voice.

The barman walked passed us, but Frodo stopped him.

"Excuse me, those men in the corner, who are they?"

The barman looked over to the corner, then back at us.

"Them some of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are — wandering the wilds. What their right names are I've never heard, the one on the right I've never seen before, but the one on the left, around here, he's known as Strider" he said and quickly walked off. ."

"Strider…" Frodo murmurs. He starts to play with something in his hands, his eyes roll back into his head again. I was just about to ask what was wrong.

"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins! He's over there. Frodo Baggins!" Pippin was saying rather loudly. My family and I where startled.

"Oi, I thought your name was Underhill?!" Emmett shouted.

Frodo rushed to the bar. I could still hear Pippin talking away. Frodo grabbed him saying "Pippin!"

"Steady on!" Pippin complained when Frodo spilt his drink. I saw Frodo slipping and falling backwards and then the golden ring flew into the air, and as Frodo reached out to catch it, it landed on his finger. Frodoinstantly disappeared. A collective gasp ran around the room. I stood up looking around to see where the Hobbit had gone.

"What the-" Alice was about to say. When Frodo reappeared, a short way away, looking around and gasping for air. We tried to make are way towards him, but two dark figures flew out of the corner, one grabbed him and hulled him up the stairs, the other followed closely behind them.


BPOV

When we got to Bree and in side the Prancing Pony, Aragorn sent me to get a table, I got one the corner of the room, so we could see who was coming and going, and who was drinking and eating. Aragorn came back, a few minutes later, with two big mugs of what looked like ale. We kept are hoods up so no one could see our faces.

"Ryten histá, útbén ëben arnedwä tsien trongsá túffsó" He said taking out his pipe and lighting it. (Try this, but be warned its strong stuff)

I took a sip and chocked, it tasted really sweet and bitter all at once.

"Óúyén lrightath?" He asked chuckling. (You alright?)

I nodded and took another sip, it tasted better this time. After a couple hours, rain had come, pouring heavily down onto the muddy ground. The Inn door opened and four Hobbits came in. I nudged Aragorn, and pointed to them. Then seven people came in after them, all soaking wet. I recognised them immediately. Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper and…Ed-Him. I tensed and Aragorn notice.

"Hatwä síën tíën?" (What is it?)

"Ódën óúyén ememberrí Ïën oldtï óúyën bóútäth heten Cullen's?"(Do you remember I told you about the Cullen's?)

"Héten Lóódbí Úccërssë? Ësyen" (The Blood Suckers? Yes)

"Ellwú, heyta ustjï ämécé níën ehíndbä héten Óbbitshé"(Well, they just came in behind the Hobbits). Pain serried through my chest, as the wound that never fully healed, was ripped open. My right hand clutched at my chest. My breath came in short gasps.

"Hátwä!"(What!) He looked at me "Rëáen óúyén óinggä oten ében lrïghtath" (Are you going to be alright?) he asked.

I just nodded again. I grabbed my mug and took a great gulp of ale.

We watched as the Cullen's sat at a table near enough in the middle of the room, after a few moments the Hobbits joined then with mugs of the own. The Hobbits were talking about their home and Bilbo's stories. One of the Hobbits had disappeared, but soon came back with a big mug of ale.

"What's that?" said the one sitting next to him.

"This my friend, is a pint" answered the with the pint.

"It comes in pints?! I'm getting one!" and he rushed off.

"You had a whole half already!" the one opposite him shouted after him.

"Ypicaltë Óbbítshë" Aragorn said, I could hear the smile in his voice. (Typical Hobbits)

After a couple minutes, the one who had shouted nudged the one sitting next to him. He gestured towards us.

"Them fellow's over there done nothin' but stare at us since we arrived." He said in a low voice. They both turned to look at us, then the one person I didn't want to see and yet at the same time I wanted nothing but stare at him 'till the end of time it self.

I gasped "Bella rëaen ouyen lrightath?" Aragorn asked his voice low and soft. (Bella are you alright?)

I didn't say anything; I just stared into his golden eyes as they searched my hood for any kind of face, but even a vampire couldn't see through the shadow.

The barman walked pass their table, one of the Hobbits stopped him.

"Excuse me, those men in the corner, who are they?" he said.

The barman looks in our direction, then turns back to the Hobbits saying.

"Them some of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are — wandering the wilds. What their right names are I've never heard, the one on the right I've never seen before, but the one on the left, around here, he's known as Strider" he quickly walked away.

"Strider…" the Hobbit whispered.

I look at Aragorn as if to say that is what you call your self.

"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins! He's over there. Frodo Baggins!" I heard the Hobbit at bar was saying loudly.

"Oi, I thought your name was Underhill?!" I heard Emmett shout.

One of the Hobbits ran from his seat and to the bar.

"Hénwä ewen étgén héten hancecë rábgí heten únnïngrá otén hëten arbén" Aragorn whispered. (When we get the chance grab the running to the bar)

"Pippin!" the Hobbit called out, but he slipped and fell, and something golden flew into the air, the Hobbit reached out to catch it, and as he did, he vanished.

A gasp ran 'round the room. I saw the Cullen's and Hobbits looking around. The Hobbit named Baggins or Underhill reappeared under a table looking around and gasping for breath.

We made our move, we lept from our corner, Aragorn grabbed him and said "You draw far too much attention to yourself Mister 'Underhill'!" then hulled him up the stairs, I followed them closely.

Aragorn threw the Hobbit into an empty room, I closed the door behind us.

"What do you want?" Frodo asked his voice shaking.

"A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry." Aragorn said harshly.

"I carry nothing!"

"Indeed"

Aragorn walked over to the window, and put out the candles with his fingers.

"I can avoid being seen if I wish. But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift." He said taking down his hood, but I kept mine up.

"Who are you?"

"Are you frightened?"

"Yes"

"Not nearly frightened enough, we know what hunts you" Aragorn said looking over to me.

Suddenly the door burst open, Aragon and I withdraw our swords. Sam, Merry, Pippin and the Cullen's came rushing in; Sam had his fists clenched, ready to fight us.

"Let him go! Or I'll have you Longshanks!" Sam roared.

"You havea stout heart little hobbit, but that will not save you." Aragorn said sheathing his sword, I followed suit.

"Your rooms will be no longer safe, you will have to stay in our room for the night" he said, then turned to Frodo. "You can no longer wait for the wizard Frodo. They're coming…"


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