Title: Moon Rune
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13 for now (swearing)
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?
Chapter 2
Frodo sighed as he watched Pippin and Merry bicker. They all rode their own ponies, with him leading them, and Sam tailing behind. They were leaving the edge of the Bree territory. He remembered getting the beautiful eagle owl from Lord Elrond, requesting an audience due to a new evil breed of creature. Did he want to go on another adventure? No, not really. If it was to visit Aragorn and Arwen, or to see Lothlorien again; he would jump at the chance. But this time, like the last, he was needed for more dire things. And even though he was reluctant to do so, he had to do it for The Shire.
He looked behind him at Sam, who smiled at him grimly, nodding to the loud cousins. Frodo turned back to the road ahead as he couldn't keep a smile from his face. Sam and Rosie had finally gotten together, and she threatened Frodo that if she never saw her husband again, there would be hell to pay. After all, they were newlyweds, and had a baby on the way. But Sam would go to the ends of Middle-Earth with his friend, so he left with his them.
Pippin had his pony, which was named Buttercup, trot forward to meet up with Frodo. "Frodo, I'm hungry, isn't it about time for second breakfast? I wouldn't say no to a bit of tea, and some of those sweet meats." Frodo smiled and bit back a laugh. "Pip, we just had a HUGE breakfast before we left Bree. How you can be hungry is beyond me." Pippin's stomach growled loudly much to all the hobbit's amusement. They burst out laughing. "Fine, fine. I've been proven wrong. We won't stop, but you can take some sweet meats out of Sam's pack. We must reach Rivendale as soon as possible. The council is in but a day or two."
Pippin rode back to Carla, who was carrying their packs. He petted the pony along the nose, before getting his prize. Sam and Merry were now along side Frodo. "You know what I don't get?" Sam asked, and the other two shook their heads. "How he can eat even more than Rosie!? She's the one who's pregnant, and kicking me out of bed till I make her something in the middle of the night! Another thing is how thin he stays. After all, he eats more than a pig and a pregnant woman combined." The hobbits chuckled as they thought about this, and then, finally, bursting out in laughter again. An indignant, "I heard that, you so called friends! I've just been a tad sad lately, I guess it makes me hungry."
"I'm sorry Pip. But it's not our fault you haven't been able to find a girl to settle down with."
"Why would want to do that? This is Pip we're talking about, right?"
"Aw, come on Frodo. He's been a bit depressed, leave 'em alone. After all, Sam's married ("lucky dog") and you have all the girls hanging off of your sleeves."
"I'm sorry Pip, Merry. Can't help it. You know what their after. Certainly not me, but the things I represent. Sam, your lucky to have Rosie. I guess we're going to have to wait guys." Frodo looked at his fellow bachelors, with a sadness etched into his face. It was much like the one he wore on his quest.
"Now, now Frodo. Don't get-"
Merry was cut off as a light appeared over head. The pony's were startled, but sensed no danger. They only stopped where they were, like they had been commanded, and nibbled at the grass. The hobbits watched in terror as the light formed a tunnel, before throwing a figure out. A horse, not much bigger than their ponies, materialized next to the fallen figure. It was a mortal woman, a young one. They watched as she stood up, and began screaming at the light.
"How DARE you Arneania! I was going to an interview with Greg Huston! HUSTON! You DAMN bitch! Curse you! Argh! Get Devon to do whatever you want, but NOT ME! Use your other puppets!" The light faded as a bundle was thrown down on top of her, before an angelic voice chimed, "Calm yourself child. You are needed here. I doubt you would rather fight a Grua'zuani Demon, than an army of vampires. Bonnie is waiting for you and Ellen in Rivendale. Good luck, and calm your fire. You don't want to lose the upcoming battle." And with that, the light was gone.
Frodo stared at the woman. She had short hair. REALLY short hair. He had never seen a girl with chin length hair. Her hair was black as the sky at night; shorter in back, and longer to the front. Her shoes were odd, being very tall. They would make him several inches taller. And her dress made him blush. It was black and blue, with the skirt ending above the knees. There were straps, STRAPS, of cloth holding it up. The hobbits quickly turned around. Except for Pippin, who was ogling the sight.
"What's the matter with you?" She asked a bit rude.
"It isn't appropriate to look at a woman in her under garments."
"This isn't my underwear, it's a DRESS. D-R-E-S-S. And your friend doesn't mind, do you?"
The others turned to glare at Pippin, who blushed. They hesitantly looked at the woman. She was taking weapons from the pile at her feet, and putting them away where they would be useful in battle. Frodo blushed at some of the hiding spots. They watched as she pulled some kind of boots from the bag, and put them on. When she was done, she crawled over to the hobbits, who were now off their ponies. As she studied them, Frodo noticed her eyes were green. An ice green that burned him to the soul.
"So what the hell are you?" Taken aback by her language, it took them a minute to answer.
"We are hobbits, Madame."
"Don't call her that, she isn't any lady." Her eyes flashed angrily. Pippin took a step back.
"And who are you, short man, to make such judgments? Hmm?"
"She says things no lady would or should say. She is ill-tempered, and she dresses like a who-"
Merry covered his cousins mouth before any more could get out. As it was, the girl before him reminded him of a dragon. One in which he had no intention of angering. Frodo cut in before she started yelling at the poor hobbit.
"I am terribly sorry, miss. Pippin has a mind of his own. And although what he says is true in our world, you come from another. Which probably has different principles. But, none the less, you are a woman. I apologize for my friend. Will you please accept it, and let it rest?" She turned her gaze back to him, and he felt his heart flutter in his throat, and cheeks heat at their intensity. She held out her hand.
"Okay, deal. I won't make comments about you, and you won't make comments about me. Okay?"
"And what's wrong with u-AH! Merry!"
"Deal." Frodo took her hand and shook it.
"Now, may I ask your name, miss?"
"It's Celia. Seal-ee-a." Frodo nodded his head in understanding, and introduced them.
"This is Meridoc Brandybuck. But most call him Merry. He's a distant cousin of mine.
This is Peregrin Took. We all call him Pippin ("I can see why" "Hey!"). Another distant relation.
This is Sam Gamgee. We call him Sam. He's a good friend of ours.
And I, am Frodo Baggins. We are on our way to Rivendale, and as it seems, are you. May I ask why?"
"Yeah. There's probably some new evil roaming your land, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I was sent here to help kicks it's ass. Then I can go home. I know all about vampires, and according to Arneania, that seems to be your problem. Let's get going, shall we?" She hopped onto her horse with ease, and they climbed onto their ponies. Frodo led the way, with her right behind him. Pippin kept glaring at her back, muttering evil curses beneath his breath. Merry kept shooting warning glances at him, and Sam was wondering how long they would be able to last. But, it seemed that Frodo would make a great peacemaker for the next couple of days. He smiled at his old master's back. You could always count on Mr. Frodo.
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13 for now (swearing)
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?
Chapter 2
Frodo sighed as he watched Pippin and Merry bicker. They all rode their own ponies, with him leading them, and Sam tailing behind. They were leaving the edge of the Bree territory. He remembered getting the beautiful eagle owl from Lord Elrond, requesting an audience due to a new evil breed of creature. Did he want to go on another adventure? No, not really. If it was to visit Aragorn and Arwen, or to see Lothlorien again; he would jump at the chance. But this time, like the last, he was needed for more dire things. And even though he was reluctant to do so, he had to do it for The Shire.
He looked behind him at Sam, who smiled at him grimly, nodding to the loud cousins. Frodo turned back to the road ahead as he couldn't keep a smile from his face. Sam and Rosie had finally gotten together, and she threatened Frodo that if she never saw her husband again, there would be hell to pay. After all, they were newlyweds, and had a baby on the way. But Sam would go to the ends of Middle-Earth with his friend, so he left with his them.
Pippin had his pony, which was named Buttercup, trot forward to meet up with Frodo. "Frodo, I'm hungry, isn't it about time for second breakfast? I wouldn't say no to a bit of tea, and some of those sweet meats." Frodo smiled and bit back a laugh. "Pip, we just had a HUGE breakfast before we left Bree. How you can be hungry is beyond me." Pippin's stomach growled loudly much to all the hobbit's amusement. They burst out laughing. "Fine, fine. I've been proven wrong. We won't stop, but you can take some sweet meats out of Sam's pack. We must reach Rivendale as soon as possible. The council is in but a day or two."
Pippin rode back to Carla, who was carrying their packs. He petted the pony along the nose, before getting his prize. Sam and Merry were now along side Frodo. "You know what I don't get?" Sam asked, and the other two shook their heads. "How he can eat even more than Rosie!? She's the one who's pregnant, and kicking me out of bed till I make her something in the middle of the night! Another thing is how thin he stays. After all, he eats more than a pig and a pregnant woman combined." The hobbits chuckled as they thought about this, and then, finally, bursting out in laughter again. An indignant, "I heard that, you so called friends! I've just been a tad sad lately, I guess it makes me hungry."
"I'm sorry Pip. But it's not our fault you haven't been able to find a girl to settle down with."
"Why would want to do that? This is Pip we're talking about, right?"
"Aw, come on Frodo. He's been a bit depressed, leave 'em alone. After all, Sam's married ("lucky dog") and you have all the girls hanging off of your sleeves."
"I'm sorry Pip, Merry. Can't help it. You know what their after. Certainly not me, but the things I represent. Sam, your lucky to have Rosie. I guess we're going to have to wait guys." Frodo looked at his fellow bachelors, with a sadness etched into his face. It was much like the one he wore on his quest.
"Now, now Frodo. Don't get-"
Merry was cut off as a light appeared over head. The pony's were startled, but sensed no danger. They only stopped where they were, like they had been commanded, and nibbled at the grass. The hobbits watched in terror as the light formed a tunnel, before throwing a figure out. A horse, not much bigger than their ponies, materialized next to the fallen figure. It was a mortal woman, a young one. They watched as she stood up, and began screaming at the light.
"How DARE you Arneania! I was going to an interview with Greg Huston! HUSTON! You DAMN bitch! Curse you! Argh! Get Devon to do whatever you want, but NOT ME! Use your other puppets!" The light faded as a bundle was thrown down on top of her, before an angelic voice chimed, "Calm yourself child. You are needed here. I doubt you would rather fight a Grua'zuani Demon, than an army of vampires. Bonnie is waiting for you and Ellen in Rivendale. Good luck, and calm your fire. You don't want to lose the upcoming battle." And with that, the light was gone.
Frodo stared at the woman. She had short hair. REALLY short hair. He had never seen a girl with chin length hair. Her hair was black as the sky at night; shorter in back, and longer to the front. Her shoes were odd, being very tall. They would make him several inches taller. And her dress made him blush. It was black and blue, with the skirt ending above the knees. There were straps, STRAPS, of cloth holding it up. The hobbits quickly turned around. Except for Pippin, who was ogling the sight.
"What's the matter with you?" She asked a bit rude.
"It isn't appropriate to look at a woman in her under garments."
"This isn't my underwear, it's a DRESS. D-R-E-S-S. And your friend doesn't mind, do you?"
The others turned to glare at Pippin, who blushed. They hesitantly looked at the woman. She was taking weapons from the pile at her feet, and putting them away where they would be useful in battle. Frodo blushed at some of the hiding spots. They watched as she pulled some kind of boots from the bag, and put them on. When she was done, she crawled over to the hobbits, who were now off their ponies. As she studied them, Frodo noticed her eyes were green. An ice green that burned him to the soul.
"So what the hell are you?" Taken aback by her language, it took them a minute to answer.
"We are hobbits, Madame."
"Don't call her that, she isn't any lady." Her eyes flashed angrily. Pippin took a step back.
"And who are you, short man, to make such judgments? Hmm?"
"She says things no lady would or should say. She is ill-tempered, and she dresses like a who-"
Merry covered his cousins mouth before any more could get out. As it was, the girl before him reminded him of a dragon. One in which he had no intention of angering. Frodo cut in before she started yelling at the poor hobbit.
"I am terribly sorry, miss. Pippin has a mind of his own. And although what he says is true in our world, you come from another. Which probably has different principles. But, none the less, you are a woman. I apologize for my friend. Will you please accept it, and let it rest?" She turned her gaze back to him, and he felt his heart flutter in his throat, and cheeks heat at their intensity. She held out her hand.
"Okay, deal. I won't make comments about you, and you won't make comments about me. Okay?"
"And what's wrong with u-AH! Merry!"
"Deal." Frodo took her hand and shook it.
"Now, may I ask your name, miss?"
"It's Celia. Seal-ee-a." Frodo nodded his head in understanding, and introduced them.
"This is Meridoc Brandybuck. But most call him Merry. He's a distant cousin of mine.
This is Peregrin Took. We all call him Pippin ("I can see why" "Hey!"). Another distant relation.
This is Sam Gamgee. We call him Sam. He's a good friend of ours.
And I, am Frodo Baggins. We are on our way to Rivendale, and as it seems, are you. May I ask why?"
"Yeah. There's probably some new evil roaming your land, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I was sent here to help kicks it's ass. Then I can go home. I know all about vampires, and according to Arneania, that seems to be your problem. Let's get going, shall we?" She hopped onto her horse with ease, and they climbed onto their ponies. Frodo led the way, with her right behind him. Pippin kept glaring at her back, muttering evil curses beneath his breath. Merry kept shooting warning glances at him, and Sam was wondering how long they would be able to last. But, it seemed that Frodo would make a great peacemaker for the next couple of days. He smiled at his old master's back. You could always count on Mr. Frodo.