Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from both The Lord of the Rings novel by J.R.R. Tolkien. Or the Lord of the Rings films, by Peter Jackson. I make no profit from this story and use it only for entertainment purposes only. The characters of Scion/Bethany, Tanith/Infinity, Memnon and Elf and the corporation AlexTech are created by my own warped imagination.
Authors Note: I apologise for the long wait. I had to find some Elvish words, which I've probably used incorectly, and also I had trouble getting the story up on FF.Net.
"Legolas!"
The gruff shout took her by surprise, the dagger she still held near enough to pierce the smooth skin of her sister. Scion's eyes darted up; in front of her was a line of...men?
She didn't waste any thought on what their gender may be. Instead she withdrew the blade tucking it nimbly into her waistband. Hoping, her sister knew nothing of what she had been about to do.
"Scion!"
The shout came from...Memnon?
The tall graceful figure of her leader stood at the very end of the long row. A long bow pulled taut in hands that seemed most comfortable with the weapon. His eyes told her to move, which she did. Grabbing Tanith's hand she pulled the youngster with her.
Scion ran to the left, seeing the taut bows held by the strangers, knowing they were waiting to fire.
Scion got to the platform, hauling Tan up, and shoving her behind a large wooden bench. "Stay there." Her strong tone warning her sibling to not disobey her. Not that Scion honestly believed she would, she just knew that sometimes Tanith's fear overruled her common sense.
Scion stood for a few seconds watching in awe as the arrows were released. Every arrow hit its target, the walkers, with a deadly accuracy she could never achieve. Twenty walkers went down, not getting up again.
Deranged growling shattered the eerie silence that had descended for a few mere heartbeats; she glared with knowing eyes at the black tunnel. Hearing their stampeding footfalls. Howlers!
Many, many Howlers!
She jumped slightly as a shower of arrows took out the first row of howlers. The dead or injured were trampled by the following, god knows how many, howlers.
Scion looked around from the platform she now squatted on, near the bench and her hidden sister. There's too many!
She watched the next row go down, but more took their place. Their bloodlust echoed in their roars as they gained the upper ground advancing quickly on the mysterious new allies.
She was amazed at their courage, herself wanting to flee, yet she couldn't move, too fascinated by the stoic warriors.
Their arrows were running out, she could see that. Scion glanced around, again seeing futility in this last stand. Her eyes caught on something, it can't be! Standing carefully she stepped back warily against the wall of the tunnel, hoping the shadows would hide her long enough.
Her eyes skipped back to the battle, the clash of metal echoing throughout the abandoned station. Their saviours had all cast aside their bows, arrows gone, and had unsheathed long slightly curved swords. They were fighting elegantly with the howlers.
The black animals looking pathetic in their fighting ability against the graceful movements of the warriors. Scion breathed in as she watched one of the tall warriors cut down by the hacking blade of a howler. Though their death was not a waste. It spurred Scion to pull her gaze away and continue her stealthy movements.
Sliding along the wall, ignoring the fierce sounds of battle, she reached the buckled metal door. Her fingers slipped into the door that was almost bent in half. Nothing obstructed it; bar the way it had been severely damaged. The bottom hinge was rusted, the top hinge pulled away from the metal frame.
Taking a deep breath, Scion yanked back with all her force. Her fingers digging into the metal rim of the door, slicing into her flesh. It budged, but not enough. She repeated her actions, straining heavily from the force she used.
It came further away from the doorframe, the bottom of the door screaming against the concrete platform. She kept pulling, knowing the noise would likely attract the attention of the howlers.
Her strength gave way and she fell against the door breathless. Taking one more deep breath, gritting her teeth, she grasped the door between bleeding hands, bracing one foot against the metal doorframe, and pulled.
She pulled for Tanith, for Memnon, for the mysterious allies, and for the hope that they may yet survive this savage encounter.
The wail of metal sliding along concrete drowned out even the loudest of the howlers. Finally it gave way with a jolt, throwing Scion to the floor, shredding her calloused hands. Ignoring the burning pain she thrust herself up, glaring at the secret hidden behind the grey metal door.
Please God, I know I've always denied your existence, but prove me wrong. Damn it; on this occasion prove me wrong!
She stepped forward gripping the two-pronged handle. Turning back to the battle, her hand ready to pull. She scanned the battlefield looking for him. Finding her friend and leader still living, she yelled with everything that she was and more.
"Memnon! Live! Wire!"
She prayed he would hear, prayed he would understand. Turning away, not wanting to see she pulled the handle down. A loud pop sounded next to her, before a small rectangle box beside her disintegrated into a shower of sparks. She felt the force of it throw her back against the buckled wedged door. Her vision dimming as she slid down the door.
~*~
Memnon jumped back, the thick blade narrowly missing his stomach; he slashed out with the blade given to him by his brother in arms, Legolas.
His blade skimmed across the Yrch's throat, the creature gurgled a dying growl, before Memnon pushed it away. Thrusting his blade into the next Yrch's stomach, a screech rose up above the loud sounds of fighting. He tried to see its source, but could only see shadows.
He blocked a heavy blow towards his head, kicking the legs of the fierce creature out from under it. Stabbing it through the throat, he raised the blade again blocking a thrust to his midsection. The Yrch raised a second shorter blade; Memnon reached out grasping its wrist. A sword appeared from the Yrch's stomach, and it's blood red eyes met his in a look of utter puzzlement at where the rest of the blade could be?
Memnon pushed the creature aside, nodding a thank you to Haldir. Before both once more faced more enemies.
A scream tore through the battle, and all seemed to stop, the cry drowning out the howls.
"Memnon! Live! Wire!"
Memnon looked down, shoving himself back. "rip', naust!"
Haldir glared at him, but he gave the arrogant captain no time as he gripped his wrist yanking him away. " khil!" He could barely catch his breath, could barely shout out. He just hoped they would follow him.
Legolas was by his side, as they reached the far wall. Memnon shoved Haldir flat against the wall, mimicking the movement himself. Hoping all the others would also follow his movements. He grinned sourly, hearing the noise.
A slow throbbing hum began filling the underground station. Memnon glanced down the ranks making sure they were all pressed firmly against the walls.
" Lipta dos megils!" He commanded them; pouring all the hope he had into his blue eyes.
Haldir was the first to respond, assenting his trust with a sharp nod. Thank you my friend.
The clang of swords being thrown to the ground didn't compare with the thrumming that coursed beneath them. Memnon watched the Yrch, as they laughed and wailed. Their small minds not concerning themselves with why their enemies had suddenly thrust down their weapons.
Instead they raised their swords, preparing to massacre what they probably perceived as cowards. They lined up, stalking towards them.
"Calebril, mani del' lle umien?"
The whisper came from Legolas, his hand ready to reach back for the bow he would never discard. " kahless mi, mia fral!" He pleaded to them.
An Yrch darted from the semi tidy formation, sword raised high. His mouth open, spewing out his vulgar language, red eyes crazy with blood lust.
He stopped, eyes bulging, body quivering, his mouth open in a silent scream of pain. Blood trickled from his mouth mixed with drool. Everything stopped, every one, watching as the creature fell limply. A small wisp of smoke coming from his mouth.
Memnon glanced up, seeing the rage in the enemies eyes, they rushed forward in their haze of anger. Memnon turned his head away, sparks showering him, one eye cracked open, seeing his friends also shielding themselves from the burning sparks and flashes. Smoke started to surround them; he kept trying to glance at the scene of carnage.
The Yrch's in their frenzy stepped on the live tracks, their sense not telling them to keep away from the rusty brown rails. They were attempting to withdraw seeing their numbers being diminished into smoking corpses. Those that fell directly onto the live tracks were soon consumed in flames.
The Yrchs had soon descended into chaos, running everywhere, yet still managing to electrocute themselves in their haste to flee. Though they were born of this time, the concept of electricity seemed to have escaped them.
~*~
Tanith buried her head in her hands; she didn't know what had happened to Bethany? The light haze that hovered in the station made her choke. The smell of charred flesh invading her nostrils, making the girl gag.
She could feel her stomach rolling, and pushed herself onto her hands and knees, her stomach rapidly crawling up her throat.
A light touch on her back was ignored as she vomited what little she had in her stomach. The tender stroking soothing her, eventually her dry heaving ceased. Grabbing the hem of her coat, she wiped her mouth, sitting back on her knees.
"Infinity." The slow drawn out word was whispered tenderly into her ear. Strong arms settled around her, easing her up from the ground. It was at these times she both hated and loved being considered a child. The strong arms making her feel protected and molly coddled at the same time.
Her hands came up clinging to the smooth black shirt, the faint smell of candle wax and spice letting her know it was Memnon. She couldn't help but press herself further into his body as two strangers approached them. Both tall , with fair hair that hung down to their backs. Their skin pallor equal to Memnon's own paleness, could they be related?
Tanith took the moment to study them, watch all, that's what Beth would say.
She breathed in sharply, her head twisting around from the nook in Memnon's shoulder she had buried herself in. Where is Beth?
"Mae govannen, Calebril."
Tanith twisted her head back; one of the strangers had spoken in some odd language. His very blue eyes drifted from Memnon to her own, a small smile of friendliness curling the corners of his mouth.
His blond hair hanging neatly down his shoulders, two braids holding the rest back from his face. His pointed ears...Pointed ears?
Tanith knew she should be looking for her sister, the urge to run and find her waylaid by the pointed ears of the strangers. Both had them, have they been experimented on as well? Did it hurt to have their ears mutilated?
"Infinity, I would like you to meet some friends." Tanith peeked her head upwards towards Memnon's face. She tried stepping backwards as they both approached. She liked the smiley one, he seemed friendly, the other though. He had the presence of a harsh winter, with hair to match.
She stepped back, treading on Memnon's booted foot. "Sorry," she mumbled the word trying to keep her distance from everyone now. She wanted Beth, needed to know her sister was safe. Logic telling her if Beth was safe, then she'd be safe. Beth always protected her, had made that vow the day they'd escaped from the slave pens at Cade.
Panic was getting the better of her, her breathing coming in gasps. "Infinity, they will not harm you!"
Memnon's stern voice only added to the worry of Beth's safety. "Where's Beth?" She forgot about the silly codenames, at this moment she didn't care about secret identities.
She turned her head frantically, the emotions of the battle trapping her, surrounding her. All her eyes could see were black bodies, some that still cracked and fizzled on the rails. Live rails?
"Where's Beth?" Her question came out louder, Memnon's grip on her tightening as she began struggling. Where's Beth! Her mind cried out, her voice losing its battle as she descended into hysteria.
The strong, gentle arms gathered her so closely. Pulling her away from Memnon's own grasp. Shushing sounds breathed against her head, a smooth hand rubbing lazy circles against her back. The smell of leather, of sweat, of burning. Coupled with the feel of wool against her face, her arms came up, clinging to the neck of the only one who could promise her safety no matter what. Her big sister!
Translations:
Yrchs ~ Orchs
Rip', naust! ~ Fly, now!
Khil ~ Follow
Calebril, mani del' lle umien? ~ Calebril, what are you doing?
kahless mi, mia fral! ~ Trust me, my brothers!
Mae govannen, Calebril ~ Well Met, Calebril.
Lipta dos megils! ~ Drop your swords!
Mae govannen, Calebril. ~ Well met, Calebril.
