Disclaimer – Spike nor any of the LOTR's characters belong to us. If they did then Spike, Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir would be tied up to our beds as we speak.

Author's Notes - I know another 10th member of the Fellowship fic but this 10th member is a cocky English vampire who might just fall in love with a certain member of the Fellowship ;) This fic is written by two wonderful writers LostLove who writes the Legolas POV and Cykeotic who writes the Spike POV. This fic is gonna have many chapters and lots of slash so enjoy.

Chapter 1.

Spike.

I rushed over and picked up the picture again, doing this spell on a windy day wasn't the best idea I'd ever had but I was ready now. I checked that I had everything here again, some of her hair, some of her blood, a picture of her and the white powder stuff I had stolen…..err borrowed from the Magic Box poured in a circle around them. Nodding to myself in approval I walked
outside the circle again clutching the magic book and turned to the right page. I wasn't one normally for this magic mumbo-jumbo but if this love spell worked and Buffy falls head-over-heels in love with me it was worth it. I opened the book at the right page and looked at the Latin words, the language was dead why couldn't these spell books be in English to help me
out a bit?

"Egro notra fedro son, koka torta never lon. Shaka morte flelon si, metro
cropter marto…….."

I couldn't read the last two words, maybe I should have checked out how to pronounce these words before I tried this. Looking up at the items in the circle which had taken me three weeks to gather, getting some of her blood was the hardest I sighed and just said,

"….Porter mor." Suddenly flames appeared in the circle, then there was a
flash of white, I felt myself falling before everything went back.

* * * * * *

Groaning I opened my eyes and saw the cold stone that I was lying on, but being cold myself it didn't bother me, what did bother me was the fact my whole body was aching.

"Sir, sir can you hear me sir?"

I rolled painfully onto my back and jumped when I saw someone leaning over me. Long hair, pointed ears, very weird looking demon.

"Are you injured Sir? I think you must have fallen."

"I…..I'm ok." I said and took the hand he was holding out to me so he could pull me up. Rubbing my sore head my jaw dropped as I looked around and over the balcony I was standing beside. It was like a city, but none I had ever seen before, the buildings were tall and beautiful and a waterfall sat in the middle between the structures. It was almost like a city someone would
have in a dream.

"Toto I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," I muttered.

"Are you here for the council?" The demon asked, I turned back to look at him.

"Council? Umm could the council help me I'm a little confused?"

He didn't seem to understand, "I will show you where they are gathered. I have not seen anyone like you before are you from a distant town?"

"Yeah mate, I'm from a place called Sunnydale."

I followed the guy as he walked, his fashion sense needed some fixing, tunics went out a long long time ago. Then I suddenly realized something shocking, I had stepped into the sunlight and I wasn't burning up. I looked at the demon confused but he didn't even seem to notice, what the bloody hell was going on?

"My name is Molas welcome to Rivendell. Pray tell what is your name sir?"

Pray tell?!? Freak.

"Spike."

He stopped and gave me a strange look.

"Errr Spikealus from Sunnydale."

When he smiled I sighed in relief and walked down the steps after him, maybe this council could help me get home. He led me to where a circle of men were seated I suddenly wondered if this was such a good idea.

"I will announce that you have arrived," he said with a smile and ran up to this guy with a moody looking face, he had ears like my demon friend, maybe they were all demons. He whispered something in the mans ear, the moody man stared at me.

"Spikealus from Sunnydale, come closer," he called so I walked over and stood just outside the circle, everyone had turned to look at me, I felt kinda worried they all looked so weird. Some really short guys with big feet, bigger blokes with swords and long hair, I definatly wasn't in Kansas. My eyes lingered on a man who was staring at me. He had long blond hair which rested on his shoulders and his eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, a handsome creature and for some strange reason I couldn't take my eyes off him.


Legolas.

Getting off of my white horse in Rivendell, I wondered why my father had sent me? Sure there was evil, there always was, but he had never sent me before, this… well…. this might just be a little over my head. I mean sure I am a good archer and an ok healer and I am very well known for my ability to sense things evil or not but why me? Why take me out of my home and send me here? I guess it was payback for me sitting on my royal backside all day doing nothing, chasing girls, to be frank all of the maidens were terribly boring they were only after one thing, the power that came with being my wife.I was in so deep in thought that I did not see the person that I had bumped into, some elf I am I thought to myself.

Not even raising my eyes to see who I had bumped into, I said "sorry" I heard a chuckle then the words,

"Do not be sorry Legolas for I walked into you"

Raising my eyes I saw Aragorn "Ah Aragorn how nice it is to see you on such
a joyless day, I grieve that these tidings will be bad, do you know of
them?"

"That I do Legolas, but I cannot tell you everything, Elrond will have to explain most of it but what I can tell you is this, the one ring has been found", Aragorn said with a hint of sadness.

Gasping I said "No it cannot be, the one ring was just a myth… childs play all elves are told to make them obey their mothers and fathers you are joking Aragorn? Please tell me that you are."

"Oh Legolas Legolas Legolas look into your heart why are you here today? Why are representatives from men, halflings, dwarfs and elves here? We must decide the fate of it"

"You are right Aragorn it was as I feared, I did not want to elude myself into thinking that I could be true. I am scared Aragorn. What if the people who take this task fail then what will happen?"

"Well then we will have to go along with them and make sure it doesn't happen won't we dear

elf. Now come, the council is about to take place and you haven't even changed from your riding robes, Well it is too late now to do so, lets go"

Aragorn left me there to follow him and I did walking up a pathway and then some stairs I felt myself being assessed by Lord Elrond.

"Greetings Lord Elrond I am here for the council" I said whilst bowing to him.

"I know why you are here Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood so I beseech thee, sit down, the council will begin shortly, there is just one more person yet to arrive, " Said Elrond.

Taking my seat I wondered who this person was? What race he was? Just then I
sensed something strange, looking up I saw a man… if you could call him a man…with short bright blond hair, blonder than mine, and the weirdest looking outfit I had ever seen, unable to tear my eyes away from him I could sense that he was something different entirely, I wondered if he might be an elf with those blue eyes and blond hair?? But no, I could feel some sort of darkness within him. His name that I caught was Spikealus, very interesting indeed. Someone next to me coughed and I realised that I had been staring at the stranger, blushing all the way up to my elven ears I thought that this trip was getting more and more intriguing by the second, after the formalities had finished we sat down quietly, Spikealus was seated next to me. I couldn't help but notice how his tunic showed off his stomach. Oh my god, I thought, I must not think
about such things, I stopped looking at him and tuned back into what Elrond was saying, praying that this Spikealus could not hear my thoughts.