Hello people!
This idea has been in my head for weeks, and I can't take it any more. I'm still a beginner so please bear with me here.
Anyway, I kinda used the Gundam Wing theme. You know, kids being raised by the government to be the best soldiers in the world. That type thing.
Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own nuttin' except the few new characters.
Prologue-Meet The Keepers
The council of Elrond was over. He had just named the Fellowship when the sky above them darkened. Everyone looked up as a black cloud formed above their heads. The Fellowship members were forced to jump back when five objects fell from the cloud to land with a large 'thud' where they had once been standing. Upon closer inspection they could see that the ungraceful heap of tangled arms and legs were actually humans; two males and three females, though oddly clad. Each wore a uniform of some sort, all black. The males' pants, they noticed, covered their entire legs, while the females' did not. On each one of them their left leg was fully covered, but the other leg was exposed, the strange cloth appearing a half foot above their knees. The elves adverted their eyes away from the bare limbs in respect, while the majority of men stared openly. Each stranger wore a leather black coat with a flag sewn on the right arm. The flag was small, but vivid, the colors of red, white, and blue bright. Much care had obviously been taken in the presentation of the strange article as well as the wearers themselves. Though they looked young, averaging about 18 human years, there was an air of importance and danger about them, even when they were presently unconscious.
Groaning was soon heard as well as a mixture of "I gotta cramp," "Get your elbow out of my ribs," "You're squashing me," "Someone's finger is in my eye," and "I can't breathe," mumbles.
The first to untangle themselves was a woman. She took a quick glance around and shot into action. She flipped back, over the head of Legolas, landing on one of the chairs, while grabbing a knife tucked in her boot. She wrapped an arm under his so that her hand rested at the back of his neck, then brought the knife up to his exposed throat. The council members were afraid to rush her in case her hand slipped.
Around this time the others came to and stood staring at their companion.
"Don't worry. We come in peace." The red headed woman holding Legolas capture seemed unaware of what she was doing.
The other strangers groaned loudly and a black haired man slapped his forehead, sighing.
"Quit being so hypocritical, Trin. You can't say "We come in peace," when you're holding a knife to some guy's throat," a brunette female said in a exasperated tone.
'Trin' looked down at the knife, before quickly letting him go. She hopped off the chair and placed the knife back in her boot. Legolas rubbed his sore throat soothingly and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around his middle in an embrace.
"I'm sorry!" she cried into his chest. "I just forget myself sometimes."
She continued to sob and soon Legolas wrapped his own arms around her seemingly fragile frame. He ignored the looks he received, he always hated seeing a woman cry.
Gandalf stared at the new arrivals. There was something about them that he couldn't place and it frustrated him to no end. He was especially confused at the behavior of the red haired woman. First she acted like she would have killed Legolas without a second thought, but now… The fierce warrior maiden was replaced by an emotional female, crying in the elven prince's arms, all but begging for forgiveness. His curiosity was piped.
Elrond watched the scene with a carefully placed straight face. Inside, however, he too was teaming with confusion. He turned into the direction of the strangers and noticed the rather nonchalant expressions as they looked upon the interaction between their companion and the prince.
A woman with blond hair cut around her head turned to a man with short sandy brown hair.
"First she was gonna kill him, and now she's huggin' him."
Legolas sharp ears picked up the whisper and listened intently to the reply of the man.
"What can I say? It's Trinity."
"Trinity," Legolas said to himself, enjoying the sound of her name and the way it flowed over his tongue.
Upon hearing her name the woman looked up. Their eyes locked. Bright blue and dark jade. He saw in her eyes innocence, shadowed by the look of horrors seen young. He couldn't explain it, but there was something special about her and all he wanted to do was ease her pain.
The man who had sighed earlier cleared his throat and the moment was broken. She released her hold on him and walked back to her friends, who were lined up in a perfect row. She took the place in the very center and faced the council.
"I believe there are questions to be asked and answered. Do so now." The warrior-turn-emotional-wreck was back to her previous state, her voice full of authority that compelled even Elrond to obey.
"Why don't we start with your names? We know that you are Trinity," Gandalf said to the slightly red puffy eyed woman, who smiled widely and waved, turning to an innocent child once again. "What about you others?"
"I don't see why we should tell you anything," the raven haired man said coldly, his black eyes shining with suspicion.
"Adrian," the blonde whispered in a warning tone, giving a sideways glance to him at her right.
"Besides, you know the drill," the sandy brown hair man said shrugging. "They know Trin's name."
"And if one goes down," the blonde woman added.
"We all go down," they finished as one.
"Fine," the dark man reluctantly agreed. He turned to face those present. "My name's Adrian."
The blonde smiled. "Name's Camille."
The sandy brown haired man nodded, smiling. "Jerrar."
The last woman smiled as well. "I'm Karla."
At this moment they noticed the pointed ears of the elves, the small size of the hobbits, and the overall beauty of this place. With a gasp they turned to each other, nodded, and looked towards Trinity.
"Trin, are you thinkin' what we're thinkin'?"
Trinity looked at Karla then the rest of them in confusion, her brows drawn together. "No."
"Elves, Hobbits, Dwarfs," Jerrar probed.
Trinity shook her red head. "Not ringin' a bell."
"We're in Middle Earth!" Adrian shouted.
Trinity's jade eyes widened in understanding. "But, how?"
The council members watched as they retreated into their thoughts. In a few minutes of complete silence Camille snapped her fingers in triumph.
"Remember that portal thing in the lab? With the big red button that said 'do not push'?"
"You're saying that we stumbled through a portal into a book?!" Adrian hollered.
"You got any better ideas!"
"Calm down you two," Jerrar ordered calmly.
"We're in a book!" Adrian shouted again.
"Enough!" Karla screamed. "The question is who pushed the button and how we stumbled through?"
Trinity slowly backed away from her friends, a look of sheepish guilt on her fair face. The council watched, somewhat amused, as the four turned towards her as one. All at once she went on the defensive.
"What?! Why are you staring at me like that?!"
"You pushed the big red button, didn't you," Adrian growled lowly.
"Why do you guys always assume it's me?!"
"Probably because it always is you," Camille explained.
"Oh. All right, I admit it. It was me."
Adrian rubbed his temple in frustration. "Did you not read the words, 'do not push'?"
"Curiosity got the better of me."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Trin."
Trinity looked blankly at Karla.
"Yeah, but, I'm not a cat."
Camille sighed. "Maybe the button should start saying 'push me'."
Jerrar shook his head in disagreement. "Then she would've taken it as an invitation."
"Really, Trinity," Adrian scolded. "Who in their right mind would believe you are the leader of the strongest group of soldiers in the world?"
Upon hearing this the council gasped in shock. They were only children! Elrond stared suspiciously while Gandalf waited to learn more. Legolas continued to stare at Trinity, wondering why he was feeling so, and for someone he hadn't even officially met yet!
"In all honesty, I don't see what's your problem, Adrian. I can be just as devoted and concentrated on the mission as you. I just don't see why I can't have fun along the way. What's the point to living if you can't slow down and enjoy the moment? We won't be around forever."
Her small speech stirred respect for her among those present as well as a dull pain in Legolas' heart at the reminder that she was a mortal.
Adrian sighed. "I know. It's just, when you act so careless I'm afraid something might happen."
Trinity smiled at him and held out her arms. "That's why I got you four."
"Group hug!" Camille shouted while wrapping an arm around Adrian and moving so her other arm snaked around Karla.
"As touching as this is we still don't know who you are exactly."
Karla looked down at the dwarf beside her after letting go of Camille and Jerrar. "You must be Gimli."
His eyes widened in shock. "How did you know my name?"
"We are from a different world, a parallel universe if you will," Jerrar started. "Somehow we have managed to arrive in this world. Which is even more bazaar because where we come from this whole place is a book."
"Some of that I didn't understand, but it sounded good so I'm stickin' with it," Trinity whispered to Camille who nodded.
The elves, hearing this, smiled in amusement. Soon Elrond stood and faced the five.
"I can see in your eyes that you tell no lie, but what I do not understand is how you could be the strongest group of warriors in your world. I mean no offense, but, you are little more than children."
"Age isn't everything," Karla stated simply.
"To shorten it out," Trinity began, "We were orphans. Taken in by the government, we were an experiment. Trained since we could walk in the ways of battle. I mean, just by looking at us you wouldn't think that we're capable of doing what we can. That was probably the whole point. Anyway, it's not like we regret our lives. On the contrary, if we want something we ask and most likely it'll be ours. Besides, just the knowledge that we're doing something for our country is enough."
"The flag on your arm, is that your country's symbol," Aragorn inquired.
"Yep," Karla answered. "The United States of America."
"The strongest in the world," Adrian added.
"Home of the free and land of the brave," Jerrar joined.
"A real rags to riches story," Camille nodded solemnly.
"Not that we don't have our fair share of problems," Trinity rushed. "Hell, we got lots. But it's the soul that counts."
"What do you do and what are you called?" Boromir questioned.
"Mostly we keep intruders out. Defeat anyone who tries to threaten our people's peace and happiness," Trinity replied. "Oh, and we're called The Keepers."
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SO??????? How did you like it? Was it good? Please review. I'm beggin' ya!!
Remember, this is just the prologue. I'll try to make it better in later chapters.
This idea has been in my head for weeks, and I can't take it any more. I'm still a beginner so please bear with me here.
Anyway, I kinda used the Gundam Wing theme. You know, kids being raised by the government to be the best soldiers in the world. That type thing.
Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own nuttin' except the few new characters.
Prologue-Meet The Keepers
The council of Elrond was over. He had just named the Fellowship when the sky above them darkened. Everyone looked up as a black cloud formed above their heads. The Fellowship members were forced to jump back when five objects fell from the cloud to land with a large 'thud' where they had once been standing. Upon closer inspection they could see that the ungraceful heap of tangled arms and legs were actually humans; two males and three females, though oddly clad. Each wore a uniform of some sort, all black. The males' pants, they noticed, covered their entire legs, while the females' did not. On each one of them their left leg was fully covered, but the other leg was exposed, the strange cloth appearing a half foot above their knees. The elves adverted their eyes away from the bare limbs in respect, while the majority of men stared openly. Each stranger wore a leather black coat with a flag sewn on the right arm. The flag was small, but vivid, the colors of red, white, and blue bright. Much care had obviously been taken in the presentation of the strange article as well as the wearers themselves. Though they looked young, averaging about 18 human years, there was an air of importance and danger about them, even when they were presently unconscious.
Groaning was soon heard as well as a mixture of "I gotta cramp," "Get your elbow out of my ribs," "You're squashing me," "Someone's finger is in my eye," and "I can't breathe," mumbles.
The first to untangle themselves was a woman. She took a quick glance around and shot into action. She flipped back, over the head of Legolas, landing on one of the chairs, while grabbing a knife tucked in her boot. She wrapped an arm under his so that her hand rested at the back of his neck, then brought the knife up to his exposed throat. The council members were afraid to rush her in case her hand slipped.
Around this time the others came to and stood staring at their companion.
"Don't worry. We come in peace." The red headed woman holding Legolas capture seemed unaware of what she was doing.
The other strangers groaned loudly and a black haired man slapped his forehead, sighing.
"Quit being so hypocritical, Trin. You can't say "We come in peace," when you're holding a knife to some guy's throat," a brunette female said in a exasperated tone.
'Trin' looked down at the knife, before quickly letting him go. She hopped off the chair and placed the knife back in her boot. Legolas rubbed his sore throat soothingly and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around his middle in an embrace.
"I'm sorry!" she cried into his chest. "I just forget myself sometimes."
She continued to sob and soon Legolas wrapped his own arms around her seemingly fragile frame. He ignored the looks he received, he always hated seeing a woman cry.
Gandalf stared at the new arrivals. There was something about them that he couldn't place and it frustrated him to no end. He was especially confused at the behavior of the red haired woman. First she acted like she would have killed Legolas without a second thought, but now… The fierce warrior maiden was replaced by an emotional female, crying in the elven prince's arms, all but begging for forgiveness. His curiosity was piped.
Elrond watched the scene with a carefully placed straight face. Inside, however, he too was teaming with confusion. He turned into the direction of the strangers and noticed the rather nonchalant expressions as they looked upon the interaction between their companion and the prince.
A woman with blond hair cut around her head turned to a man with short sandy brown hair.
"First she was gonna kill him, and now she's huggin' him."
Legolas sharp ears picked up the whisper and listened intently to the reply of the man.
"What can I say? It's Trinity."
"Trinity," Legolas said to himself, enjoying the sound of her name and the way it flowed over his tongue.
Upon hearing her name the woman looked up. Their eyes locked. Bright blue and dark jade. He saw in her eyes innocence, shadowed by the look of horrors seen young. He couldn't explain it, but there was something special about her and all he wanted to do was ease her pain.
The man who had sighed earlier cleared his throat and the moment was broken. She released her hold on him and walked back to her friends, who were lined up in a perfect row. She took the place in the very center and faced the council.
"I believe there are questions to be asked and answered. Do so now." The warrior-turn-emotional-wreck was back to her previous state, her voice full of authority that compelled even Elrond to obey.
"Why don't we start with your names? We know that you are Trinity," Gandalf said to the slightly red puffy eyed woman, who smiled widely and waved, turning to an innocent child once again. "What about you others?"
"I don't see why we should tell you anything," the raven haired man said coldly, his black eyes shining with suspicion.
"Adrian," the blonde whispered in a warning tone, giving a sideways glance to him at her right.
"Besides, you know the drill," the sandy brown hair man said shrugging. "They know Trin's name."
"And if one goes down," the blonde woman added.
"We all go down," they finished as one.
"Fine," the dark man reluctantly agreed. He turned to face those present. "My name's Adrian."
The blonde smiled. "Name's Camille."
The sandy brown haired man nodded, smiling. "Jerrar."
The last woman smiled as well. "I'm Karla."
At this moment they noticed the pointed ears of the elves, the small size of the hobbits, and the overall beauty of this place. With a gasp they turned to each other, nodded, and looked towards Trinity.
"Trin, are you thinkin' what we're thinkin'?"
Trinity looked at Karla then the rest of them in confusion, her brows drawn together. "No."
"Elves, Hobbits, Dwarfs," Jerrar probed.
Trinity shook her red head. "Not ringin' a bell."
"We're in Middle Earth!" Adrian shouted.
Trinity's jade eyes widened in understanding. "But, how?"
The council members watched as they retreated into their thoughts. In a few minutes of complete silence Camille snapped her fingers in triumph.
"Remember that portal thing in the lab? With the big red button that said 'do not push'?"
"You're saying that we stumbled through a portal into a book?!" Adrian hollered.
"You got any better ideas!"
"Calm down you two," Jerrar ordered calmly.
"We're in a book!" Adrian shouted again.
"Enough!" Karla screamed. "The question is who pushed the button and how we stumbled through?"
Trinity slowly backed away from her friends, a look of sheepish guilt on her fair face. The council watched, somewhat amused, as the four turned towards her as one. All at once she went on the defensive.
"What?! Why are you staring at me like that?!"
"You pushed the big red button, didn't you," Adrian growled lowly.
"Why do you guys always assume it's me?!"
"Probably because it always is you," Camille explained.
"Oh. All right, I admit it. It was me."
Adrian rubbed his temple in frustration. "Did you not read the words, 'do not push'?"
"Curiosity got the better of me."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Trin."
Trinity looked blankly at Karla.
"Yeah, but, I'm not a cat."
Camille sighed. "Maybe the button should start saying 'push me'."
Jerrar shook his head in disagreement. "Then she would've taken it as an invitation."
"Really, Trinity," Adrian scolded. "Who in their right mind would believe you are the leader of the strongest group of soldiers in the world?"
Upon hearing this the council gasped in shock. They were only children! Elrond stared suspiciously while Gandalf waited to learn more. Legolas continued to stare at Trinity, wondering why he was feeling so, and for someone he hadn't even officially met yet!
"In all honesty, I don't see what's your problem, Adrian. I can be just as devoted and concentrated on the mission as you. I just don't see why I can't have fun along the way. What's the point to living if you can't slow down and enjoy the moment? We won't be around forever."
Her small speech stirred respect for her among those present as well as a dull pain in Legolas' heart at the reminder that she was a mortal.
Adrian sighed. "I know. It's just, when you act so careless I'm afraid something might happen."
Trinity smiled at him and held out her arms. "That's why I got you four."
"Group hug!" Camille shouted while wrapping an arm around Adrian and moving so her other arm snaked around Karla.
"As touching as this is we still don't know who you are exactly."
Karla looked down at the dwarf beside her after letting go of Camille and Jerrar. "You must be Gimli."
His eyes widened in shock. "How did you know my name?"
"We are from a different world, a parallel universe if you will," Jerrar started. "Somehow we have managed to arrive in this world. Which is even more bazaar because where we come from this whole place is a book."
"Some of that I didn't understand, but it sounded good so I'm stickin' with it," Trinity whispered to Camille who nodded.
The elves, hearing this, smiled in amusement. Soon Elrond stood and faced the five.
"I can see in your eyes that you tell no lie, but what I do not understand is how you could be the strongest group of warriors in your world. I mean no offense, but, you are little more than children."
"Age isn't everything," Karla stated simply.
"To shorten it out," Trinity began, "We were orphans. Taken in by the government, we were an experiment. Trained since we could walk in the ways of battle. I mean, just by looking at us you wouldn't think that we're capable of doing what we can. That was probably the whole point. Anyway, it's not like we regret our lives. On the contrary, if we want something we ask and most likely it'll be ours. Besides, just the knowledge that we're doing something for our country is enough."
"The flag on your arm, is that your country's symbol," Aragorn inquired.
"Yep," Karla answered. "The United States of America."
"The strongest in the world," Adrian added.
"Home of the free and land of the brave," Jerrar joined.
"A real rags to riches story," Camille nodded solemnly.
"Not that we don't have our fair share of problems," Trinity rushed. "Hell, we got lots. But it's the soul that counts."
"What do you do and what are you called?" Boromir questioned.
"Mostly we keep intruders out. Defeat anyone who tries to threaten our people's peace and happiness," Trinity replied. "Oh, and we're called The Keepers."
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SO??????? How did you like it? Was it good? Please review. I'm beggin' ya!!
Remember, this is just the prologue. I'll try to make it better in later chapters.