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Chapter 3

The rain had starting falling by the time Túrante was almost to the house, when things changed. The storm no longer felt natural, something was off around the old farm house, and Túrante sped up, beating her wings as fast as they could go, and her muscles began to ache. The distinctive smell hit her as the lights of the house came into view. He was here—Eglanon.

Her heart pounded, so many years had passed, he had not made an appearance, and no word of him had been heard. Now he was here, but why? She could not think it was coincidence that just hours ago she had picked up the men and now he was here. It was Eglanon that attacked them, maybe not personally, but it was because of him Túrante was sure of that much. He was the only one who had gotten away. She could only make guesses as to why he would go after them, but right now that was not her biggest problem. Túrante had to get to that house before he did, hide the men as best she could for now.

Within seconds she was hanging from the window looking into the room where Legolas lying sleeping, and thank the Valar that Gandalf was in the room, though from the look on his face she had frightened him. Good, he needed to be, she thought before she yelled at him to close the blinds and get everyone away from windows and out of sight. He wanted to help, she could see it in his face, but she shook her head and he understood. Then the blond closed, and she felt Eglanon's presence.

Leaping from the window she hurled herself into his direction and hit him straight on, the tumbled through the air, a blur of silver and black. She slammed him into the closest tree, snapping it in half, and two others behind it, before the pair of them stopped sliding. Then he spoke.

"Ah, Túrante, we meet again. It has been far too long sister." He smiled after he spoke, seeing her face contort into hurt before rage filled it again. His smile was evil, manipulative, and it was genuine, which only made it worse.

Túrante bared her fangs and growled deep in her throat, a low rumble that slightly shook Eglanon, and his smile faltered ever so slightly. "You," she roared, "are trespassing on my territory, and I stopped being your sister many years ago, Eglanon." Her anger was rising with every passing moment. She knew there would be a fight between the two of them. There was a chance it would be a long one. She was faster stronger and her senses where greater, but feeding from human blood gave him burst of energy and speed that for a short time could beat her own, but she would not lose to him, she would die first, and being immortal, that was not easy.

"A bit touchy I see, and after so longer, I expected a warmer welcome." He spoke to her, before pushing her off his body in one swift movement.

Túrante landed, hard, but on her feet, facing the vampire, fangs still bared, and growls rumbling fiercely. She soared into the air, wings flushed against her body, before she went at him again. He was not expecting her speed, and her hand was around his neck and a shriek was emitted from his lips. Jerking the same arm quickly she let him go, and into a nice sized boulder at the edge of the cliff and in seconds his fists was connected to her jaw, sending back a few feet. Túrante felt the blood dripping from her check where his nails sliced through her skin. By the time she recovered, Eglanon was already back in the sky, and she joined him, chasing him back towards the house. She did not know if he knew they were inside or not, but she was not going to let him get close enough to find out.

With a burst of speed she caught him by the foot and tossed him to the earth. When he hit, his body sank into the dirt, creating a mound as he finally stopped. The thud was loud and shook the house. It was good it was a stormy night; it would sound like lightening, to the people in the house, who she hoped were out of sight or asleep. He anger was at its boiling point and Túrante was tired of playing games.

"Why are you here?"

He laughed in response as he stayed on the ground, looking at her. It was time to end this she thought, enough is enough. And in that instant she let the powers course through her. Her normally blue grey eyes, filled with golden light, along with her fingers, and her wings glowed with gold light. When the Valar granted her kind the option to stay in Middle Earth and live she also granted a few, that she saw most worthy, the ability to control elements of this world, and Túrante was one of them, she controlled light energy, mainly from the moon—that is when she is at her strongest—but she also gains energy from the sun. Her powers were heightened compared to others through her heritage. Instantly the laughter stopped and Eglanon looked upon her in fear, but he quickly regained his composure. He forgot just how powerful she was, especially in her element. It was a way to ensure that those who faltered from the chosen path could be destroyed forever.

"I was tracking a few men, and happened upon your scent, I thought I would drop in on this brilliant evening to see you."

Túrante walked forward, almost at a sprint at him. Eglanon began to get up, but she beat him, and the energy bolt hit him dead in the chest, the burned was instant and he screamed in both frustration and pain. "Leave, Eglanon," she spat.

He had forgot her strength and power, it would not happen again, he could not risk being careless and infuriate her to the point of reaching for her power. He started retreating and she was behind him, spinning around, he caught a face full of her wing and fell back down. Cursing under his breath he caught Túrante in the stomach, but she landed on her feet in a crouching stance, and very much resembled a feral cat and even more so with another growl escaping her throat.

They both lunged at each other simultaneously, and crashed together with an ear shattering bang, both falling backward from the other, but Túrante was just a split second faster and was back on him, throwing punches and hauling him by the neck again, she placed a well aimed kick in his abdomen. He howled in pain.

He had not prepared for this, and was the underdog, he knew if he stayed he faced the fact that he would either be seriously injured or even killed. It was in his best interest to flee, and that's what he did, though Túrante followed close behind him, giving warning shots every so often, some hit their targets, a and others missed. The burns would bother him for days. After twenty miles the chase stopped and she left to go back toward the house.

It took a bit longer to get back to the house, she was running into the rain, and it and the wind held her back. She would have much rather been flying but her wings were tired and she did not need to exhaust them, it had been a long time since she had expended so much energy. But soon enough she saw the house in the distance, and to her liking she saw the blinds were closed, but she could make out that it kept moving, and a pair of eyes would peer out. She had to chuckle, it probably killed them to stand inside and not be able to help. But if Eglanon was truly after these men she would have to teach them to fight against a vampire such as him.

Before she walked into the house she rubbed the blood off her cheek and felt where the cut should be, and to her pleasure felt that it was already held, it had not been deep and healed quickly. Opening the door she saw the men. Faramir was up In Legolas' room as was Gimli, Aragorn and Gandalf, however, her in front living room, pacing the floor. They all were about to bombard her with questions but she simply held up her hand, asking them to be silent for just a moment.

"Before any of you begin asking questions I will say this, it is late, and none of us have gotten much, if any, rest. Yes there was an intruder here, a vampire, but not one such as I, it is one that has escaped our grasp for many years now. For now, he is gone." She sighed and ran a hand through her wet hair. She very much wished to sit, but she was soaking wet right done to the bone. "First thing in the morning we shall discuss about the happenings of the attack on you and if this has anything to do with what went on tonight, if that is fine with everyone here."

They all nodded and agreed, everyone was tired, even she was a bit weary, but she would not be able to sleep tonight, tonight she would stay on the lookout, even though she knew Eglanon would not be back tonight, or for at least a few more days. Walking out the door again, she jumped into one of the old oak trees, and rested against one of its many branches. It was pointless to change clothes, though the rain had subsided, it was still coming down and this set of clothing was already saturated. Humming to herself, she sat, and she waited.

The rose bright in the sky, burning away the stray clouds from last night's storm, the smell of wet grass and rain filled the early morning air as the birds began their morning songs. Túrante stretched as she began to put on her clean dry clothes, taking in a deep breath of the sweet air, and smiling. Good weather always improved her mood, even with this meeting her and the men would have to have. It was not going to be a dreaded conversation, but it could possibly take awhile to get through. She had a little time left before that would come around. They would have to wait about another hour for Edlyn and Kieon to go out and start the morning chores of the farm. Then they would talk where nothing could be overheard from the older couple. The little boy would also be out of the way, he had to follow Kieon during the day to start learning the chores he may one day choose to take over.

Grabbing a few apples from the bowl on the little kitchen table, Túrante walked outside and decided to eat her breakfast outdoors and relax for a bit, she had not slept in a few days but she could quickly rejuvenate her energy without sleep if the time called for it, and it did. Sleep was an optional choice for the blood elves, not a necessity. But like any creature, they needed rest and time to recoup.

She heard the approach of the person long before they reached her, and she knew it was Gandalf from the sound of his staff hitting the ground in time with his walk.

"Gandalf"

"Hello, Túrante." He replied taking a seat beside her on the log she had chosen to sit upon. He had his pipe with him and a smile on his old face. "I see you are also enjoying this beautiful morning."

"I am, it is peaceful." She never turned to look at him, though she knew he was watching her closely, studying her.

"I agree with you on that fact, but I must change the subject. I feel for some reason I should know you, you seem familiar, yet I cannot place it."

This time she did turn her face to see him and smile, ever so slightly at the Maiar. "You did know me in a different age and a different place and a different name. It was very long ago." It had been so long ago, she was surprised she could remember it. When she had first been created into this creature she remembered nothing of her past, it all came back in short intervals, but she was old enough now to remember it all and had for nearly an age.

"Are you not going to tell me?"

He had asked her, knowing he would not get an answer from her, and she knew this. "Now is not the time. As much as I feel like I should and that you have a right to know, it is too soon yet. I know you are all trust worthy, I know all the history that goes with every one of you, yet I cannot myself trust you. Much has happened and happened quickly. Some things are best to be left for another day."

He nodded, "I knew something of the sort would be your answer, and I do not hold it against you Túrante, I hope one day we shall know who our savior is." He laid a hand on her shoulder as he left, a smile still upon his wrinkled face.

He was gone before she had a chance to ask him what he meant by that, our savior, sure she had protected them, but both feats were hardly enough to make her a savior. He knew more than he was letting on to. It was how it was with Gandalf though she had learned, he spoken in riddles and in clues if he wanted one to think, to be bothered by something he was not ready to tell. A lot like herself she had to admit.

Back at the house the men had gathered in the living room, the fire burning on nothing but coals, but that was all that was needed, it was a cool day, but it was not freezing or very hot. It kept the room comfortable. They had left the smallest chair closest to the fire for her open, and she sat in it.

"First off, we need to discuss the details of when your company was attacked, see if there can be any information as to who was behind it. I know as well as any of you that attacks such as this have not happened since the end of the war." Túrante looked around the room, expecting either Aragorn or Gandalf to speak first. It surprised her when it was neither, but Faramir that spoke.

"We were traveling to Edoras, to meet with king Eomer on dealings between the two realms, and to have a celebration for my marriage to Eowyn, who is already in Edoras. The attack happened not too far from here, maybe twenty miles. They came from nowhere; there were uruk-hai but others as well. Honestly, I believed them to be elves; there were only five of them."

"They were like me weren't they?" She asked, her heart sinking in her chest at the knowledge. He had found a way to create more monstrous creatures, not many it seemed, but made them none the less.

"Yes, only different at the same time. They had a look about them, wild, feral, evil. I wanted to go to them, felt drawn, but I knew in my heart I should not, could not."

"It is an effect they have on humans, as a way to attract them and get blood. Humans feel they should go to them, be with them, but at the same time feel scared and know something is wrong. It is good that you were able to fight it, you are strong, Faramir." Túrante told him. "I had feared this could happen, though I do not know how. What you have told me proves that the vampire that came here last night is the one behind this mess and it was not just a coincidence."

Gimli was now the one staring at her, seeming angry yet confused. "I thought that you were supposed to kill those that broke off the path and took to taking the lives of another? That is how the tale goes." Gimli asked in his gruff voice, challenging her.

It made her angry, and she wanted to yell at him, scare him, but she suppressed it. She had to keep in control. "That is true, but he escaped our grasp, many years ago, before the beginning of the second age. Never were we able to find him. This has been the first time since then that he has been seen. I already sent word to my people to begin their searches again." She fidgeted in her chair a bit, trying to get more comfortable before she continued. "How he was able to create others, I have no idea, I do not have that knowledge, and it troubles me."

"Can you tell us why this vampire would begin targeting us? Why now?" Aragorn asked her, rubbing a hand down his scruffy beard, concern filled his face and heart.

"I wish I could My Lord, but I have not the slightest clue, unless it has to do with power and control. Being able to rule, it would not surprise if it were true. But as for right now, the timing, I cannot answer, I had expected him to make a move with Sauron but he never did."

"Can we expect to be safe here until Legolas is healed and we can travel again and make it to Edoras?" Aragorn asked.

"Yes, Eglanon, that is his name, is injured and it will take a few days to recover, and even when he does his pride is wounded enough he should not try anything for a while. And if he does I shall be ready for him. Your company will be safe." Her voice was stern, they knew she spoke true and she was outraged, not at them, but this threat and she too was prideful.

"We thank you for that, Túrante." Gandalf spoke and they all nodded.

It would take awhile for them to accept her trust her and her them. She was foreign to them, a wives tale come true. It was a harsh reality thrown onto them far quicker than anyone could have been ready for but they all took it in good stride, and already after one day they were warming to each other, time was all that was need, as for everything in life.

She went to the kitchen to get them all some fresh hot tea, when Faramir yelled down the stairs, "Come quick! Legolas, he is waking."

In that moment all conversations stopped and everyone quit the task they were doing to rush upstairs, and Túrante took the moment to leave the house, give them all their time with the Prince.