A.N

I thought I had uploaded it, but I was wrong.

Anyway, here's a new part of the eternal slayer.

'...' denotes thoughts.

'It's been so long now. I'm 3500 years old with almost 2500 years of service to the Powers That Be. How many vampires have I slayed, how many demons haven't I banished. How many friends and lovers will I have to bury. Damn the PTB! What do they want of me? I've already hunted down every vampire, demon and all the bad guys overall. Is it to much to ask for some peace? I guess there wont be a nice house with a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a dog.'

"Nope, you'll never get that Akuma. The PTB has decided that you'll be relocated to a world that will need your help." "Whistler!" hissed the slayer. "In the flesh Akuma." "Don't call me that or you'll be watching the stars from 6 feet below." "Chill out Akuma." "Don't call me that to." "Okay okay, now do you want to hear about your new mission, or rather world?" "Haven't seen you since the last Apocalypse last millennium, Now out with it Whistler! And if you want to continue wearing those pimp clothes, I suggest that you never call me that." "Whoha, take it easy now suga'. As I said, the PTB has decided to relocate you. You'll get the necessary armor and you'll get to take your katana with you. After a while you'll be able to use your elemental powers. You'll be able to call upon your glaive and teleport but your powers will need to align to the new world. However your wiccan powers wont work."

"hmpf And what do I get out of this?" "The PTB says that this will be your last duty. After this you'll get to choose if you want to stay there or if you want to move to a higher plane of existence." "Higher plane of existence?" "If you'd want to continue into heaven." "Wow, what is this? A dream perhaps? Whistler actually making sense? The world has come to an end and all my work would be for naught." "Ha ha, very funny. Maybe you should consider trying stand up comedy? Your jokes would surly entertain the dead. Now do you want to go or not?" "If I stay here, will I ever ascend?" "No." Azkutzy sighed, "I guess I don't really have a choice then, fine I'll go to this new world of yours." "Sweet sugah'" "Would you not call me that?" "Okie dokie, are you ready to go now?" "I just need some supplies first. Hold on a sec, I'll be back in a sec."

Azkutzy didn't wait for Whistler to say yes before she disappeared. Whistler sighed, "You just can't control that girl." Azkutzy teleported back a few moments later, right behind Whistler that jumped high into the air. "Dammit, don't do that again!" "Chill out Whistler, it won't happen again." "Good, now are you ready to move on and what did you get?" " Yes and I only got some necessities. A couple of throwing stars, a change of clothes, a pair of daggers and a whole bunch of sanitary things." "Sanitary things?" "You know soap, shampoo, and tampons." Whistlers face got beet red as he heard the last item. "Now if you're done with the blushing like a girl about to be deflowered, could you send me there or are we going to have a tea party before I leave? By the way what's the world called and who's the bad guy?"

"It's called Middle Earth and the bad guys are Sauron and Saruman. Bye bye sweet cheeks." Azkutzy was sucked into a small vortex and then all was black.

Rivendell

The council had assembled in Rivendell and today they'd decide the fate of the one ring. Elrond had just started when a small vortex appeared and a young, delicate girl fell out from it. Boromir son of the steward in Gondor rushed forward with a knife drawn. Before Azkutzy had a chance to get her bearings straight, Boromir had placed the knife at her throat.

"Who are you and what are you doing here shadow spawn? What does your master wish to know?" "Boromir leave that poor girl alone!" demanded Legolas. Boromir reluctantly sheeted his knife before carelessly throwing the girl away. "Why did you stop me? She could be a shadow spawn!" "Yes I am aware of that possibility Boromir, however I intend to seek counsel from the Valar before I judge her." Elrond turned and walked away with the grace that elves has. Azkutzy slept while Elrond sought out the counsel from the Valar. Soon she found herself in a forrest and she could hear the a small stream in the distance. Trying to find out where she was, Azkutzy soon found a small glade with a waterfall. The water in the stream was cool and tasted fresh.

Meanwhile Legolas sat under a tree, taking the chance for some rest. Even though elves didn't need that much rest, sometimes they needed to walk in the lands of their dreams. To those that didn't know they'd think that the elves were staring into nothingness or that something was wrong as Legolas sat there with wide open eyes. Legolas sat under a tree in the forrest of Mirkwood, watching the water run from the waterfall, into the small pond before running down the stream. But today his dream was different, suddenly a girl appeared by the pond. Legolas watched as she bent down and took a small sip from the water, fascinated by a water drop that ran down her throat. As quickly as she had appeared, the girl girl tensed and backed away.

Azkutzy backed up as she felt that someone was watching her. By the instincts of a hunter she slid down into a fighting stance instantly. "Who's there! Show your self." Legolas slowly rose from his position under the tree and walked slowly into the glade. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my dream?" asked Azkutzy. "Your dream, I'm afraid I don't understand. You see mi lady, this is my dream." "Your dream? What do ..." Azkutzy was pulled out from the dream as she woke up, leaving Legolas standing there in the glade with a surprised expression.
Azkutzy woke up in a large bed that seemed to be made from one tree and had intricate carvings of leaves and vines on it. The pillows was large and soft, as were the cover. A young woman with pointy ears and almond shaped eyes looked down at her.

The woman seemed to be ageless and the way she moved was with a grace unnatural for anyone from earth. The way she moved was familiar but it took a while before it clicked. "You're an elf! I'm in Middle Earth and you're an elf, right?" exclaimed Azkutzy. "Yes, I am an elf and You're in Middle Earth. I'm Arwen, what's your name?" "Arwen, the morning star! Hi, I'm Azkutzy." "You know about me?" asked the surprised elf. "The Valar gave me the background info before they sent me here." "So you're not a shadow spawn?" "I most certainly am not a shadow spawn! Now what phase is the moon in?" "It'll be full in four days time." "Dammit, we must hurry then. Tell your father that he must assemble the council. The ring must
leave Rivendell before the full moon!" Arwen looked struck at this, but nodded before she ran out from the room.

Azkutzy looked around and soon found her backpack. She had just finished getting dressed when Arwen burst into the room. "You're dressed! If I had known that I wouldn't have had to hurry with the washing of your clothes and then we could've been there already. Come on now, hurry up!" Arwen took a hold of Azkutzy and dragged her away. The men sat there and fiddled with their weapons or plucked at their clothes. All waiting for the council to begin. Boromir stood up and began pacing. Suddenly he stopped, "Why are we waiting? Did you not ask us to hurry?" "Patience young Boromir. We will..." Elrond was cut of as two women ran through the doors. One of them was heavily panting while the other looked as she had just come fresh from a bath. One of them was Arwen and the other was that girl in strange clothes. It was something
like a full body suit but with no visible seam. The woman also carried a shoulder strap with a large blade on her back. She also had a strange bandanna on her forehead. "Ahh..Azkutzy finally we can begin." "Were we waiting for a mere woman?"

Before Elrond could say anything Azkutzy had drawn a blade from somewhere and had Boromir pinned down on the ground with the blade at his neck. "Just thought I should repay your kindness from when I first appeared here, not to mention the mere woman comment!" "I wouldn't say that again if I were you Boromir, son of Gondor." said Elrond calmly. Azkutzy glared at Boromir as she drew him up and held him by the scruff of his neck. "Long before you were born, child, I was a warrior. Don't call me a mere woman!" hissed Azkutzy through clenched teeth. Elrond out his hand on the small female. "Why don't you demonstrate your skills?" "Fine" said Azkutzy and promptly dropped Boromir on the ground. "I challenge the best of all the races attending here now!" Azkutzy turned around and stomped out of the room. The men was baffled, that tiny little excuse for a girl had challenged the best of all the races. The men looked at each other and nodded their heads in agreement to not go all out on the girl.

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