Title: Moon Rune
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG for now
Summary: The three Slayers of our time are sent to Middle-Earth to kick Vampire @$$. Romance to come.
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence to come?
Prologue
Bonnie looked up from the drawn circle on the floor. "Ellie? Hand me that bowl, will you?" Ellen did as she was told, not looking up from her book. Bonnie took the bowl and placed it over the small fire, just outside the circle. She took dried and ground herbs, and tossed it into the bowl along with some oil. The fragrant oil made a refreshing smell in the room. "Could you please stop reading for a moment to help me with this spell?"
The brunette looked up from her exciting book to frown at the red head on the floor. With a heavy sigh, she put it down and knelt next to Bonnie. "Honestly. Why would you want to check up on Elena and Stefan? They're probably trying not to remember all the thing's tied with her death. Including their friends."
"I know. But there is something in the air. I worry about them. Something is coming, and I feel scared."
"Bon, you're my friend and I love you. But, everything scares you."
The red head glared at her best friend and threw an unlit candle at her. "Am not?" Smirking, Ellen walked over to the desk and retrieved her sketch book. She opened it up to a page, and then presented it to Bonnie.
Bonnie scowled at the image as memories came flooding back. It had been the night of the Summer Solstice, when Bonnie, two gorgeous vampire brothers, three human friends, and a ghostly apparition fought against a werewolf and an Original. Original's were one of the first made vampires; dreadfully powerful and unbeatable. Elena had died the year before as a new vampire to save her town and her soulmate. That night she came back at Bonnie's summoning to get rid of the powerful Original that threatened human kind. After defeating him, she somehow was reincarnated into a new mortal body. Since then, she had moved to Italy with her soulmate, Stefan (also a vampire, and the younger brother). She was unable to go back to her former life since she was believed to be dead. The drawing was beautifully renderation of what had transpired that night, even though Ellen hadn't even been there.
"It's amazing that you've got eyes for the guy who's tried to seduce your blood from you ever since you met him. I don't blame you OR Elena. Those brothers are like Yin and Yang, though. You've good taste in looks, but as far as personality goes…"
"Yeah, yeah. Shut it. Damon discussions are off limits. Remember?" She leaned down as her heart became heavy. She sat in the circle, and put a pin into the center of a lit candle near her legs. She motioned to Ellen, who rolled her eyes and picked out a few vials from a wicker basket. Bonnie took them, and studied their contents. In two of them were blood samples, and
in the other two were hair samples. Each were marked with the names Elena and Stefan.
Legolas wandered the woods in search of solitude. As much fun as it was to dance, sing, laugh, feast, and be merry; there were times where he liked to go off and converse with nature. He leapt from one tree to another, putting more distance between him and the city of Mirkwood. The woods were alive with life and song. It was quite a ways away when he finally sat down high in a tree. He leaned his ear against the soft moss, and listened to the tree. It hummed with life, telling him story after story. A flying squirrel landed on his shoulder and decided to rest there for a while.
"Why hello, little one. The parents teaching you to fly today?" The flyer glanced up at him and then was off to another limb. A couple branches away, her parents watched.
"Talking with the animals again, Sire?"
Legolas glanced down at Herdare. He had heard his servant searching for him, and wondered if he would find him. He rolled his eyes, and glanced at Herdare. "Please don't call me that. It's enough that I get it from the nobles. My father sent you, didn't he?"
"Right as always Si-Legolas. He is worried about you and the land's future. I here there is a maiden called Serea from Rivendale to see you in hopes of courtship." Legolas leaped down from the tree. He landed cat like beside Herdare, and couldn't help but glare at him.
"You could always plead illness, Si-Legolas. Oh, this is tiring. Can't we settle on something we can both agree on. How about Sir?" A smile came to Legolas's face. Herdare was a good friend of his, and he couldn't bare to here him call him something that showed their different classes. "We shall see. I see you brought Ceres and Ayanrie. How about a ride instead?"
Herdare sighed. "There are parts of these woods that have yet to lighten from their darkness. It might be dang-"
"All right then. Let's go. And don't worry, my friend. I shall protect you." Legolas jumped onto Ceres, a beautiful black horse with golden eyes. He felt Herdare's glare burn into his back as he started off in a canter. He looked back to see him setting himself into the saddle of Ayanrie, a golden horse slightly smaller than Ceres with blue eyes. A rare thing to see on a horse. They rode off in no particular direction, and soon Herdare and Legolas were both laughing. It was when the woods became utterly silent, that Legolas stopped Ceres. Herdare stopped Ayanrie and glanced up at his lord with concern. "What is it, Legolas?"
"Something is not right. The woods are dead to me. No life seems to exists here. Listen."
Herdare listened to nothing more than silence. His ears perked, tickling with strained hearing. Still nothing. He looked at his lord and master. His face was set like stone. "I sense some darkness near. A darkness foreign to these woods. We shall leave the horses here, and go the rest of the way on foot to investigate this matter further." They took to the trees, and darted among them until the faintest noises could be heard. They eventually came to a campsite, with human like figures surrounding the flames.
The two comrades sneaked closer, being as quiet as the moss beneath their feet. Soon they were able to make out the figures from this distance. They looked like humans indeed, but their essence smelled like a foul Orc. Their eyes were either a predatory yellow, a demonic red, or a deceiving green. Some of their faces looked like devilry, some looked like a mortal man. There was a pile of bodies near, containing a few animals, humans, and a small elven child. Legolas recognized the child that had gone missing since going to the river to help his mother wash clothes. He was paler, and more ghostly than the half moon that night. One of the creatures stood tall among them. A leader perhaps. He was the one that alerted the others to the elves presence when one of the branches betrayed them and cracked faintly.
From then on, it was all a blur, yet clear to the mind much later. The elves fled as the monsters hunted them. They eventually had to take to ground, for the creatures were also up in the trees. The friends stood back to back and fought them off. The swords caused damage to their opponents, but didn't stop them unless their heads were removed. As soon as the creatures would fall, their bodies would turn to dust. As the number of them became fewer, Legolas hopped up into the trees once again, glad to have taken his bow and quiver with him. The arrows seemed useless, except in a few areas of the torso. Soon, the duo whistled sharply as the hunters lessened. Their horses came running, and the elves leaped upon their beasts and took off.
When they arrived at the city, their clothes were torn and blooded, astonishing the onlookers, and startling the king. They were ushered to an audience chamber where the king and his councilors stood, waiting. "What tales have you to tell me my son? This better be no laughing matter." The friends looked at one another, still gasping for breath.
"We know but little more than we saw, Sir. But it seems we are in desperate need of help. There is a new evil breed about us. And I fear it for the little we know. Father, Aria's son is dead. Killed, drained of blood from a foul race that is disguised as mortal men."
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG for now
Summary: The three Slayers of our time are sent to Middle-Earth to kick Vampire @$$. Romance to come.
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence to come?
Prologue
Bonnie looked up from the drawn circle on the floor. "Ellie? Hand me that bowl, will you?" Ellen did as she was told, not looking up from her book. Bonnie took the bowl and placed it over the small fire, just outside the circle. She took dried and ground herbs, and tossed it into the bowl along with some oil. The fragrant oil made a refreshing smell in the room. "Could you please stop reading for a moment to help me with this spell?"
The brunette looked up from her exciting book to frown at the red head on the floor. With a heavy sigh, she put it down and knelt next to Bonnie. "Honestly. Why would you want to check up on Elena and Stefan? They're probably trying not to remember all the thing's tied with her death. Including their friends."
"I know. But there is something in the air. I worry about them. Something is coming, and I feel scared."
"Bon, you're my friend and I love you. But, everything scares you."
The red head glared at her best friend and threw an unlit candle at her. "Am not?" Smirking, Ellen walked over to the desk and retrieved her sketch book. She opened it up to a page, and then presented it to Bonnie.
Bonnie scowled at the image as memories came flooding back. It had been the night of the Summer Solstice, when Bonnie, two gorgeous vampire brothers, three human friends, and a ghostly apparition fought against a werewolf and an Original. Original's were one of the first made vampires; dreadfully powerful and unbeatable. Elena had died the year before as a new vampire to save her town and her soulmate. That night she came back at Bonnie's summoning to get rid of the powerful Original that threatened human kind. After defeating him, she somehow was reincarnated into a new mortal body. Since then, she had moved to Italy with her soulmate, Stefan (also a vampire, and the younger brother). She was unable to go back to her former life since she was believed to be dead. The drawing was beautifully renderation of what had transpired that night, even though Ellen hadn't even been there.
"It's amazing that you've got eyes for the guy who's tried to seduce your blood from you ever since you met him. I don't blame you OR Elena. Those brothers are like Yin and Yang, though. You've good taste in looks, but as far as personality goes…"
"Yeah, yeah. Shut it. Damon discussions are off limits. Remember?" She leaned down as her heart became heavy. She sat in the circle, and put a pin into the center of a lit candle near her legs. She motioned to Ellen, who rolled her eyes and picked out a few vials from a wicker basket. Bonnie took them, and studied their contents. In two of them were blood samples, and
in the other two were hair samples. Each were marked with the names Elena and Stefan.
Legolas wandered the woods in search of solitude. As much fun as it was to dance, sing, laugh, feast, and be merry; there were times where he liked to go off and converse with nature. He leapt from one tree to another, putting more distance between him and the city of Mirkwood. The woods were alive with life and song. It was quite a ways away when he finally sat down high in a tree. He leaned his ear against the soft moss, and listened to the tree. It hummed with life, telling him story after story. A flying squirrel landed on his shoulder and decided to rest there for a while.
"Why hello, little one. The parents teaching you to fly today?" The flyer glanced up at him and then was off to another limb. A couple branches away, her parents watched.
"Talking with the animals again, Sire?"
Legolas glanced down at Herdare. He had heard his servant searching for him, and wondered if he would find him. He rolled his eyes, and glanced at Herdare. "Please don't call me that. It's enough that I get it from the nobles. My father sent you, didn't he?"
"Right as always Si-Legolas. He is worried about you and the land's future. I here there is a maiden called Serea from Rivendale to see you in hopes of courtship." Legolas leaped down from the tree. He landed cat like beside Herdare, and couldn't help but glare at him.
"You could always plead illness, Si-Legolas. Oh, this is tiring. Can't we settle on something we can both agree on. How about Sir?" A smile came to Legolas's face. Herdare was a good friend of his, and he couldn't bare to here him call him something that showed their different classes. "We shall see. I see you brought Ceres and Ayanrie. How about a ride instead?"
Herdare sighed. "There are parts of these woods that have yet to lighten from their darkness. It might be dang-"
"All right then. Let's go. And don't worry, my friend. I shall protect you." Legolas jumped onto Ceres, a beautiful black horse with golden eyes. He felt Herdare's glare burn into his back as he started off in a canter. He looked back to see him setting himself into the saddle of Ayanrie, a golden horse slightly smaller than Ceres with blue eyes. A rare thing to see on a horse. They rode off in no particular direction, and soon Herdare and Legolas were both laughing. It was when the woods became utterly silent, that Legolas stopped Ceres. Herdare stopped Ayanrie and glanced up at his lord with concern. "What is it, Legolas?"
"Something is not right. The woods are dead to me. No life seems to exists here. Listen."
Herdare listened to nothing more than silence. His ears perked, tickling with strained hearing. Still nothing. He looked at his lord and master. His face was set like stone. "I sense some darkness near. A darkness foreign to these woods. We shall leave the horses here, and go the rest of the way on foot to investigate this matter further." They took to the trees, and darted among them until the faintest noises could be heard. They eventually came to a campsite, with human like figures surrounding the flames.
The two comrades sneaked closer, being as quiet as the moss beneath their feet. Soon they were able to make out the figures from this distance. They looked like humans indeed, but their essence smelled like a foul Orc. Their eyes were either a predatory yellow, a demonic red, or a deceiving green. Some of their faces looked like devilry, some looked like a mortal man. There was a pile of bodies near, containing a few animals, humans, and a small elven child. Legolas recognized the child that had gone missing since going to the river to help his mother wash clothes. He was paler, and more ghostly than the half moon that night. One of the creatures stood tall among them. A leader perhaps. He was the one that alerted the others to the elves presence when one of the branches betrayed them and cracked faintly.
From then on, it was all a blur, yet clear to the mind much later. The elves fled as the monsters hunted them. They eventually had to take to ground, for the creatures were also up in the trees. The friends stood back to back and fought them off. The swords caused damage to their opponents, but didn't stop them unless their heads were removed. As soon as the creatures would fall, their bodies would turn to dust. As the number of them became fewer, Legolas hopped up into the trees once again, glad to have taken his bow and quiver with him. The arrows seemed useless, except in a few areas of the torso. Soon, the duo whistled sharply as the hunters lessened. Their horses came running, and the elves leaped upon their beasts and took off.
When they arrived at the city, their clothes were torn and blooded, astonishing the onlookers, and startling the king. They were ushered to an audience chamber where the king and his councilors stood, waiting. "What tales have you to tell me my son? This better be no laughing matter." The friends looked at one another, still gasping for breath.
"We know but little more than we saw, Sir. But it seems we are in desperate need of help. There is a new evil breed about us. And I fear it for the little we know. Father, Aria's son is dead. Killed, drained of blood from a foul race that is disguised as mortal men."