Title: Moon Rune
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13 for now (violence)
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 3
Bonnie frowned as she looked around her room. She had been in awe of the elves from the very first moment she saw them. They were beautiful creatures, filled with a light unknown to mortal man. Lord Elrond had spoken to Arneania briefly, but seemed to know the spirit well. He was overjoyed to have three warriors sent to assist their battle. As soon as everyone arrived and had been refreshed, the council would take place. Like before, as she had been told, the elves time was at an end, and now it was up to the multiple races of Middle-Earth to come together to decide the fate of the world.
Rivendale was beautiful, and she felt welcome here, at one with nature. Her druid heritage and Slayer senses tingled with the soothing waters, and sacred trees. Once in a while she would see another elf and would greet them. They were not used to her period clothing and style, but over looked the fact and were kind to her. She sat on a foot bridge in front of a small waterfall. Rainbows glinted in it's mist. She absently blew a long strand of curly blood red hair out of her face.
"Hello. You must be the mortal from the other world." Bonnie raised tea brown eyes to see a beautiful mortal woman in front of her. She had the appearance of an elf, and resembled Lord Elrond, yet Bonnie could tell she no longer was immortal. Bonnie smiled.
"Yes I am. My name is Bonnie. You must be Arwen. Elrond and your brothers have told me about you." The former elf sat down beside her and shared a gaze with her. "It is a special place, this waterfall. It is where I bound myself to my husband before he went off to war. We used to meet here in secret. I see, though you are mortal, that you are entranced by this valley's beauty."
"Yeah. I'm a druid. It's kind of like a wizard, or a healer from your realm. My friends are suppose to arrive here in a few days. After that, we will be able to make a plan. What I don't get, is why Arneania split us up. She always sends us together. Why do you think that is?" Arwen looked back at the woman beside her.
"Maybe they have a purpose. Where are they?"
"Celia is with, um, the Hobbits?"
"You are correct. My father seems to have told you a little of our world."
"Yeah, but not much. And my other friend, Ellen, is with the Mirkwood elves."
"Well, it seems that Celia might have been sent to protect the Hobbits. But the Elves don't really need any help. Legolas is a fine warrior. Maybe she was sent to guide them. I am not sure. But I am glad that my husband and his friends are getting a chance to see each other again. Please, tell me of your world." The two of them stayed like that, chatting, until dinner was called.
"How many more days until we reach Rivendale?" Legolas glanced at Ellen. She was trying not to show it, but she was tired. They had been riding since yesterday morning, not stopping once. Even the guards were impressed with her stamina, but her skin was becoming even more paler, and her eyes less alert. She had told them how to kill a vampire from her world. 'Either stab it in the heart with wood, or cut off it's head.' She had given them a few 'crosses', and told them it might hold them off like a barrier of some kind. Their hearts became lighter at this knowledge, knowing how the monsters could be stopped.
Herdare glanced at the afternoon sun. "We have made great time, and should arrive late tomorrow night. We should rest for now. What do you think, my lord?"
"Yes. Let us find a place to camp out for tonight. I remember a place a few hours ahead. Do you think you can make it, Lady Ellen?"
"It's best if we rest during the day, Legolas. These are creatures of the night, and get their strength from the moon. They can't walk in sunlight, unless they have a talisman, or are a new breed of vampire. But they still will be weaker." Herdare looked at her. Her eyes were serious. He looked at his friend. Legolas called to the guards in front in elfish. Then he turned to Ellen and Herdare.
"We shall find a place to rest, then. I am glad you are here to educate us, Lady Ellen." With that, he trotted ahead, helping the guards find a resting place. Herdare noticed her blush and dream like stare. He rode along side her.
"So, you are taken with his majesty?" Ellen's eyes shot to look at him, eyes wide and a blush gracing her fair skin. He smiled at her widely. "Well, he is kind of, ahem, um…ah …heh."
"Yes, I know he is fair. But you didn't look at him like that at first, the way you do now." She glared at him, earning herself a laugh. Herdare had to admit that when she glared, her pouting lips made her look cuter. She was very nice, and at times during the journey, she had begun to sing softly or hum a tune. She seemed to forget that the elves hearing ability was even greater than a foxes. But she had a nice, soothing voice, and even the grumpy guards didn't bother her. Well, they might have tried a few times. But one glare from Legolas silenced them. Ellen seemed to sense a kinship with Herdare, and finally indulged him.
"He can't hear us, can he?"
"No, do continue, Lady."
She cast her mind back to when she had first arrived. She was amazed at the creatures before her, and she had always wanted to meet an elf. She hadn't crooned over Legolas when reading the book about his journey. She didn't really ever notice a man's looks until she had gotten to know them better. And it wasn't until she had gotten to know of Legolas's personality and mannerisms, that she felt attracted to him. She told this to Herdare, who was an avid listener. "And his eyes. I don't know how to describe what I see in them. I am an artist, and where I come from, many of us believe that the eyes are the window to a person's soul."
"Interesting. You like his personality and soul more than his looks?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing!"
"It isn't! But I haven't met another maiden, besides you, who likes Legolas for something other than his looks. I thought it sweet, every time I saw you blush. Or him defend you. Now, about this window thing, what do you see in the others eyes? Hmm?" She smiled.
"Well, Legolas has beautiful jewel blue eyes, and it shows he's very sweet. Kind of special. Some times sly. You, mister, have these very pale SLY, MISCHIEVOUS green eyes. They kind of remind me of my friend, Ce. But they have a warmth in them. And you seem very loyal, kind. Maybe a bit over protective. The guards, um…well?" Herdare smiled at her, curiosity showing in his eyes. "And what about our stony faced friends?" He teased.
"That's exactly it! They are WAY too worried about their duty. Elves are suppose to be like… I don't know. You and Legolas. Smart, sensitive, sweet, loyal, fun loving…Tons of things! That's what makes you superior to mortals, isn't it? You can always retain a child like appearance, yet at the same time, can fight fiercely. The guard with the mossy green cloak has these stern dark eyes, that never seem to light up. Same with the other one. Steel blue eyes that act as if he had never laughed. They need to go to a party or something! Abandon this mission, go home, have fun. Dance among the leaves, hunt, see a few girls…"
"Or maybe sing a little, give into the maiden's advances, swim in the river…Those two are cousins. Always have been serious. But it saved their lives on a couple quests. But, yes. I see what you mean…" To make her feel like she wasn't ridiculing them, he tried to imitate their expressions. Exaggerating greatly. Ellen laughed, and joined him. Legolas seemed to come from nowhere, and almost caused Ellen to fall off her horse. Herdare stayed her, though.
"And where did you come from?" Legolas's smile was mischievous as he glanced at her.
"I thought your senses were keener than any other mortals, Lady Ellen? Why so startled?"
"I was in deep conversation with Herd Boy, here. Shouldn't your parent's have taught you better manners?" The elves eyebrows raised at her nickname for Herdare, but made no comment.
"We have found a campsite, follow me." As she followed him, she turned to Herdare, whispering. Hopefully it was low enough so that the Prince couldn't hear her. "How long do you think he was there? I never knew a horse could be so quiet."
"Don't worry. I am sure he didn't hear the earlier part of our conversation."
When Ellen looked through her bag, she was disappointed to find only a comforter. The elves looked at the funky leaf print, and made many different remarks. Legolas and Herdare found it to be interesting, soft, and colorful. Ellen lay down, curled up with the blanket around her. She thought she would never doze off with the hard ground beneath her, but after a few minutes of tossing and turning, was asleep. Herdare and Legolas set their blankets up on either side of her, about a foot or two away. Sim'nol took the first watch, letting his cousin sleep. Herdare awoke when he felt Ellen begin to shiver. He was the closest to her, and she faced away from him. Sim'nol stood watch in a tree, not even glancing down.
"Legolas." His whisper was enough to wake the Prince, and not startle any one else. Legolas's eyes focused, and Herdare took the time to study his eyes. The Lady was right about his eyes, he mused.
"What is it?" But he didn't need an answer as he saw Ellen shiver. Almost instantly, he moved his body so that it curled along hers, facing away from her. Taking the hint, Herdare did the same. Soon, she stopped shivering, and the elves thought it safe to go back to sleep.
Ellen had only slept a few hours, when it happened. She wakened slowly, trying to figure out what was wrong. She was very warm, unlike when she had fallen asleep. A deep crimson crossed her face, as she saw that the Prince and his friend were snuggled up against her. She was a bit unnerved at their open eyes, forgetting for a moment how elves slept with their eyes open. She got over that new adjustment as fast as possible. It was then when she realized what was wrong. She sat up quickly, waking up Herdare and Legolas. She jumped to her feet, and saw Arni'or standing in the tree above, tense about something.
"Wake up! Vampires!" Sim'nol woke and jumped to his feet. The elves grabbed their weapons, and took up fighting stances, as dark figures came out of the shadows. Ellen took a stake into her right hand from her boot, and grabbed the sword at her hip with her left hand. She had taught her self to be a good swordsman with both hands.
The first vampire reached Sim'nol, and before it could raise it's sword, the guard swiped it's head off of it's shoulders. Almost immediately, the body turned into a pile of dust. Soon Sim'nol was engaged fiercely in battle. Arni'or let loose his bow, up in the tree tops. Only a few of the creatures tried to climb the tall trees, and they were taken care of quickly.
Ellen intercepted the vampires to pass Sim'nol. They wore a light armor, making it hard to stab them in the heart. She beheaded one of them, while kicking the other in the chest. It stalled the vampire enough for Ellen to free her sword to do the same to him. A new one raised it's sword, ice gray eyes blazing. She sweeped his feet from underneath him, and stabbed him with the sword. He turned to dust as the hard, solid wood of her sword kissed his heart.
Another one neared her as she glanced to see how the others were doing. Legolas fired arrow after arrow. The metal tip breaking through the leather, and the wooden shaft killing them. Herdare fought next to him, killing any of the vampires to draw near Legolas. Ellen fought the next one easily. They truly were weak in this light. But the next vampire was different. He was the leader, and by far stronger. There had been about two dozen of them, most of them taken out by Legolas and Arni'or.
Ellen shoved the stake into the belt loop of her pants, and readied the sword with both hands. The leader had white skin, blond hair in a pony tail, and lifeless blue eyes. He was a Master; a strong controlling vampire. She met his sword thrust, and felt the power behind it. It almost made her drop the sword. She blocked another strike, and went in for the kill. He guessed at her action, and blocked it. Then he came down with another attack.
He was taller than her, and wider. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a Slayer, and therefore had inhuman strength and speed, she would have been dead. At one point, the creature attacked with another force. A telepathic message of anger, darkness and pain sent jolts through her skull. She lost attention for a moment. He smiled at her weakness, and brought down his sword again. She felt, rather than saw, her sword snap in half. Her stake had fallen out during the battle, she noticed while searching for it. Pain still throbbed through her head. The darkness overtaking her vision.
She side stepped another thrust. At the sound of the sword singing towards her, she twisted out of the way, and almost into a corner between two huge trees. She used the last of her speed and strength to run along the trunk of the mighty tree upwards, and did a flip over the vampire. She landed heavily on her feet, before reaching into her boot for another stake. He turned in confusion, looking for her new location, and felt pain go through his chest before he turned to dust, and knew no more.
Ellen sank to her knees, clutching her head. She gasped, willing the pain to go away. Finally, it did.
"Ellen!"
"Lady Ellen!"
See looked up to see two concerned face gazing down at her. It was only then that she realized she was lying down. The guards stood near, looking at her in awe. She guessed they had never taken karate or gymnastics. She felt Herdare take her hand, and Legolas feel her forehead. She relaxed at his gentle touch. "I'll be fine. The leader used mental attacks. Something I am not used to. I only… need a… nap." She yawned, and promptly fell asleep.
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13 for now (violence)
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 3
Bonnie frowned as she looked around her room. She had been in awe of the elves from the very first moment she saw them. They were beautiful creatures, filled with a light unknown to mortal man. Lord Elrond had spoken to Arneania briefly, but seemed to know the spirit well. He was overjoyed to have three warriors sent to assist their battle. As soon as everyone arrived and had been refreshed, the council would take place. Like before, as she had been told, the elves time was at an end, and now it was up to the multiple races of Middle-Earth to come together to decide the fate of the world.
Rivendale was beautiful, and she felt welcome here, at one with nature. Her druid heritage and Slayer senses tingled with the soothing waters, and sacred trees. Once in a while she would see another elf and would greet them. They were not used to her period clothing and style, but over looked the fact and were kind to her. She sat on a foot bridge in front of a small waterfall. Rainbows glinted in it's mist. She absently blew a long strand of curly blood red hair out of her face.
"Hello. You must be the mortal from the other world." Bonnie raised tea brown eyes to see a beautiful mortal woman in front of her. She had the appearance of an elf, and resembled Lord Elrond, yet Bonnie could tell she no longer was immortal. Bonnie smiled.
"Yes I am. My name is Bonnie. You must be Arwen. Elrond and your brothers have told me about you." The former elf sat down beside her and shared a gaze with her. "It is a special place, this waterfall. It is where I bound myself to my husband before he went off to war. We used to meet here in secret. I see, though you are mortal, that you are entranced by this valley's beauty."
"Yeah. I'm a druid. It's kind of like a wizard, or a healer from your realm. My friends are suppose to arrive here in a few days. After that, we will be able to make a plan. What I don't get, is why Arneania split us up. She always sends us together. Why do you think that is?" Arwen looked back at the woman beside her.
"Maybe they have a purpose. Where are they?"
"Celia is with, um, the Hobbits?"
"You are correct. My father seems to have told you a little of our world."
"Yeah, but not much. And my other friend, Ellen, is with the Mirkwood elves."
"Well, it seems that Celia might have been sent to protect the Hobbits. But the Elves don't really need any help. Legolas is a fine warrior. Maybe she was sent to guide them. I am not sure. But I am glad that my husband and his friends are getting a chance to see each other again. Please, tell me of your world." The two of them stayed like that, chatting, until dinner was called.
"How many more days until we reach Rivendale?" Legolas glanced at Ellen. She was trying not to show it, but she was tired. They had been riding since yesterday morning, not stopping once. Even the guards were impressed with her stamina, but her skin was becoming even more paler, and her eyes less alert. She had told them how to kill a vampire from her world. 'Either stab it in the heart with wood, or cut off it's head.' She had given them a few 'crosses', and told them it might hold them off like a barrier of some kind. Their hearts became lighter at this knowledge, knowing how the monsters could be stopped.
Herdare glanced at the afternoon sun. "We have made great time, and should arrive late tomorrow night. We should rest for now. What do you think, my lord?"
"Yes. Let us find a place to camp out for tonight. I remember a place a few hours ahead. Do you think you can make it, Lady Ellen?"
"It's best if we rest during the day, Legolas. These are creatures of the night, and get their strength from the moon. They can't walk in sunlight, unless they have a talisman, or are a new breed of vampire. But they still will be weaker." Herdare looked at her. Her eyes were serious. He looked at his friend. Legolas called to the guards in front in elfish. Then he turned to Ellen and Herdare.
"We shall find a place to rest, then. I am glad you are here to educate us, Lady Ellen." With that, he trotted ahead, helping the guards find a resting place. Herdare noticed her blush and dream like stare. He rode along side her.
"So, you are taken with his majesty?" Ellen's eyes shot to look at him, eyes wide and a blush gracing her fair skin. He smiled at her widely. "Well, he is kind of, ahem, um…ah …heh."
"Yes, I know he is fair. But you didn't look at him like that at first, the way you do now." She glared at him, earning herself a laugh. Herdare had to admit that when she glared, her pouting lips made her look cuter. She was very nice, and at times during the journey, she had begun to sing softly or hum a tune. She seemed to forget that the elves hearing ability was even greater than a foxes. But she had a nice, soothing voice, and even the grumpy guards didn't bother her. Well, they might have tried a few times. But one glare from Legolas silenced them. Ellen seemed to sense a kinship with Herdare, and finally indulged him.
"He can't hear us, can he?"
"No, do continue, Lady."
She cast her mind back to when she had first arrived. She was amazed at the creatures before her, and she had always wanted to meet an elf. She hadn't crooned over Legolas when reading the book about his journey. She didn't really ever notice a man's looks until she had gotten to know them better. And it wasn't until she had gotten to know of Legolas's personality and mannerisms, that she felt attracted to him. She told this to Herdare, who was an avid listener. "And his eyes. I don't know how to describe what I see in them. I am an artist, and where I come from, many of us believe that the eyes are the window to a person's soul."
"Interesting. You like his personality and soul more than his looks?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing!"
"It isn't! But I haven't met another maiden, besides you, who likes Legolas for something other than his looks. I thought it sweet, every time I saw you blush. Or him defend you. Now, about this window thing, what do you see in the others eyes? Hmm?" She smiled.
"Well, Legolas has beautiful jewel blue eyes, and it shows he's very sweet. Kind of special. Some times sly. You, mister, have these very pale SLY, MISCHIEVOUS green eyes. They kind of remind me of my friend, Ce. But they have a warmth in them. And you seem very loyal, kind. Maybe a bit over protective. The guards, um…well?" Herdare smiled at her, curiosity showing in his eyes. "And what about our stony faced friends?" He teased.
"That's exactly it! They are WAY too worried about their duty. Elves are suppose to be like… I don't know. You and Legolas. Smart, sensitive, sweet, loyal, fun loving…Tons of things! That's what makes you superior to mortals, isn't it? You can always retain a child like appearance, yet at the same time, can fight fiercely. The guard with the mossy green cloak has these stern dark eyes, that never seem to light up. Same with the other one. Steel blue eyes that act as if he had never laughed. They need to go to a party or something! Abandon this mission, go home, have fun. Dance among the leaves, hunt, see a few girls…"
"Or maybe sing a little, give into the maiden's advances, swim in the river…Those two are cousins. Always have been serious. But it saved their lives on a couple quests. But, yes. I see what you mean…" To make her feel like she wasn't ridiculing them, he tried to imitate their expressions. Exaggerating greatly. Ellen laughed, and joined him. Legolas seemed to come from nowhere, and almost caused Ellen to fall off her horse. Herdare stayed her, though.
"And where did you come from?" Legolas's smile was mischievous as he glanced at her.
"I thought your senses were keener than any other mortals, Lady Ellen? Why so startled?"
"I was in deep conversation with Herd Boy, here. Shouldn't your parent's have taught you better manners?" The elves eyebrows raised at her nickname for Herdare, but made no comment.
"We have found a campsite, follow me." As she followed him, she turned to Herdare, whispering. Hopefully it was low enough so that the Prince couldn't hear her. "How long do you think he was there? I never knew a horse could be so quiet."
"Don't worry. I am sure he didn't hear the earlier part of our conversation."
When Ellen looked through her bag, she was disappointed to find only a comforter. The elves looked at the funky leaf print, and made many different remarks. Legolas and Herdare found it to be interesting, soft, and colorful. Ellen lay down, curled up with the blanket around her. She thought she would never doze off with the hard ground beneath her, but after a few minutes of tossing and turning, was asleep. Herdare and Legolas set their blankets up on either side of her, about a foot or two away. Sim'nol took the first watch, letting his cousin sleep. Herdare awoke when he felt Ellen begin to shiver. He was the closest to her, and she faced away from him. Sim'nol stood watch in a tree, not even glancing down.
"Legolas." His whisper was enough to wake the Prince, and not startle any one else. Legolas's eyes focused, and Herdare took the time to study his eyes. The Lady was right about his eyes, he mused.
"What is it?" But he didn't need an answer as he saw Ellen shiver. Almost instantly, he moved his body so that it curled along hers, facing away from her. Taking the hint, Herdare did the same. Soon, she stopped shivering, and the elves thought it safe to go back to sleep.
Ellen had only slept a few hours, when it happened. She wakened slowly, trying to figure out what was wrong. She was very warm, unlike when she had fallen asleep. A deep crimson crossed her face, as she saw that the Prince and his friend were snuggled up against her. She was a bit unnerved at their open eyes, forgetting for a moment how elves slept with their eyes open. She got over that new adjustment as fast as possible. It was then when she realized what was wrong. She sat up quickly, waking up Herdare and Legolas. She jumped to her feet, and saw Arni'or standing in the tree above, tense about something.
"Wake up! Vampires!" Sim'nol woke and jumped to his feet. The elves grabbed their weapons, and took up fighting stances, as dark figures came out of the shadows. Ellen took a stake into her right hand from her boot, and grabbed the sword at her hip with her left hand. She had taught her self to be a good swordsman with both hands.
The first vampire reached Sim'nol, and before it could raise it's sword, the guard swiped it's head off of it's shoulders. Almost immediately, the body turned into a pile of dust. Soon Sim'nol was engaged fiercely in battle. Arni'or let loose his bow, up in the tree tops. Only a few of the creatures tried to climb the tall trees, and they were taken care of quickly.
Ellen intercepted the vampires to pass Sim'nol. They wore a light armor, making it hard to stab them in the heart. She beheaded one of them, while kicking the other in the chest. It stalled the vampire enough for Ellen to free her sword to do the same to him. A new one raised it's sword, ice gray eyes blazing. She sweeped his feet from underneath him, and stabbed him with the sword. He turned to dust as the hard, solid wood of her sword kissed his heart.
Another one neared her as she glanced to see how the others were doing. Legolas fired arrow after arrow. The metal tip breaking through the leather, and the wooden shaft killing them. Herdare fought next to him, killing any of the vampires to draw near Legolas. Ellen fought the next one easily. They truly were weak in this light. But the next vampire was different. He was the leader, and by far stronger. There had been about two dozen of them, most of them taken out by Legolas and Arni'or.
Ellen shoved the stake into the belt loop of her pants, and readied the sword with both hands. The leader had white skin, blond hair in a pony tail, and lifeless blue eyes. He was a Master; a strong controlling vampire. She met his sword thrust, and felt the power behind it. It almost made her drop the sword. She blocked another strike, and went in for the kill. He guessed at her action, and blocked it. Then he came down with another attack.
He was taller than her, and wider. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a Slayer, and therefore had inhuman strength and speed, she would have been dead. At one point, the creature attacked with another force. A telepathic message of anger, darkness and pain sent jolts through her skull. She lost attention for a moment. He smiled at her weakness, and brought down his sword again. She felt, rather than saw, her sword snap in half. Her stake had fallen out during the battle, she noticed while searching for it. Pain still throbbed through her head. The darkness overtaking her vision.
She side stepped another thrust. At the sound of the sword singing towards her, she twisted out of the way, and almost into a corner between two huge trees. She used the last of her speed and strength to run along the trunk of the mighty tree upwards, and did a flip over the vampire. She landed heavily on her feet, before reaching into her boot for another stake. He turned in confusion, looking for her new location, and felt pain go through his chest before he turned to dust, and knew no more.
Ellen sank to her knees, clutching her head. She gasped, willing the pain to go away. Finally, it did.
"Ellen!"
"Lady Ellen!"
See looked up to see two concerned face gazing down at her. It was only then that she realized she was lying down. The guards stood near, looking at her in awe. She guessed they had never taken karate or gymnastics. She felt Herdare take her hand, and Legolas feel her forehead. She relaxed at his gentle touch. "I'll be fine. The leader used mental attacks. Something I am not used to. I only… need a… nap." She yawned, and promptly fell asleep.