Title: Moon Rune
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The three Slayers of our time are sent to Middle-Earth to kick Vampire @$$. Romance to come: Legolas/Ellen Arwen/Aragorn Frodo/Celia Bonnie/Damon Buffy/Spike
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence, and swearing. Another long one folks.
Okay, in the past chapters, I had the elfish speaking parts underlined. It didn't transfer to ff.net, so instead of having it underlined, there was nothing to indicate elfish being spoken. I'm going to do what everyone else is doing:
'Elfish'
"Common"
*telepathy when not describing something*
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll start popping chapters out. I have a Pippin kitty finally done. As well as an Elrond kitty, and Celeborn + Galadriel. There's a Legolas kitty, but it's done in colored pencil. I don't think that counts. If you want to see them, click on GundamNymph at the top of the page. It will bring you to my account, and I have the address of my art portfolio online in my profile information. Have a request? Put it in a review, and we'll see about it. ^_~
Chapter 7
Ellen stared at the incense. She was still in her PJ's, and was feeling lazy after the long night she had. A smile graced her face as she thought of Legolas. Blue light of the early sun shone through the openings in the walls. It was very early morning, and Ellen was quite surprised to find herself awake at such an hour. The smell of the incense was just as soothing as the silky swirls of smoke it birthed.
A knock at the door brought her out of her stupor. "Come in." A servant entered, dressed in turquoise carrying a tray of food. "Good morning, My Lady. I heard you awakening, and thought to bring food." Ellen's eyes lit up at the food, and she felt her stomach rumble. The young woman laughed merrily.
"Well, I guess that's my answer. My, what strange night clothes." Ellen stood next to the slender blond elf, and realized her state of dress. "Oh. These are called PJ's where I'm from. They're kind of masculine in your world, but these were actually made for women. See the cute little animal designs? And they are quite comfy, and you're able to move in them more freely."
"And every woman in your world wears them?"
"No. A bunch still like the night gowns. Thank you so much for bringing up the food. Is Bonnie up, yet?"
"I do not think so. Lady Celia is also asleep. She went to bed only a short while ago."
"She always was one for the night life. Do you know what time the council is?"
"I have heard it is at 10:00, or around then. I am not sure. When the gong sounds, just make your way to the council room. I must take my leave now, Lady. Please excuse me."
"Wait. What is your name?" The servant looked startled, then smiled.
"It is Unia. Ask for me if you need anything. I will be in the kitchens helping the others with breakfast."
Ellen thanked her as she left, and then turned to dress. She decided to dress in her own clothes. She dug through the pile near her bed, and pulled out a tank top, Capri's that stopped below the knee, and an over shirt. She tied the bottom of the shirt at her waist. Then she practically danced out of her room, camera in hand, to milk her trip for all it's worth.
A mist covered her vision. A dark one, and black figures emerged from nowhere. They attacked, blood was shed, and screams were heard. A battle was going on, Bonnie determined. She turned around at the cry of a crow. Damon stood back to back with herself, fighting off the many dark creatures around them. As they got close, she could see that some were vampires, and others were just plain demonic looking. Both her and the handsome Italian vampire from her world, were covered in ashes and purple-black blood. As was just about everyone else on the battlefield. Another view swung into place, and she saw elves, men, and dwarves fighting the same creatures.
The elves loosed arrow after arrow, and cut through the black sea with short swords and daggers. Men fought bravely with swords and spears, shouting victory, and raging with sorrow at their fallen comrades. The dwarves were all on foot, swinging axes and other heavy weapons she didn't recognize.
The vision swung again, to find Celia and the Hobbits. Her friend, like the before vision of herself, was wounded all over. She was back to back with the other three Hobbits. Pippin lay behind her. Bonnie couldn't tell how bad the Hobbit was injured, or if he was dead. Frodo and Celia were protecting his body from any other harm.
Once again, a new scene of terror came into view. It was at the base of a dark mountain. Or a castle, Bonnie could not tell. Ellen crouched over the fallen body of Legolas, as Herdare tried to protect the numb Slayer from the opposing forces. Bonnie felt her heart being torn in half at the look upon her friends face. It was the same anguished face Stefan had had after Elena's spirit had disappeared. The two lovers, her friends, had a love much like Romeo and Juliet. Only Stefan was a vampire, and Bonnie managed to bring Elena back to the living world. But Legolas was not coming back.
A super nova of white light formed around Ellen, and she let loose a scream. The scream kept becoming louder, more piercing, and more sorrowful. Ellen's scream became Bonnie's, as the druid tried to wake from the vision.
Celia had the most rude awakening in a long while. She fell out of bed as she heard Bonnie's horrible scream. It kept getting louder, and more frightening. She stumbled out of bed, and ran next door to her friends room. She met Legolas and Herdare outside, each clutching their ears, and together they flew into the redhead's room.
Bonnie lay twisted in her sheets, clutching the fabric so tight, it ripped. Her skin was clammy, and her body twisted and swung with each higher level her scream reached. The elves started towards her, but Celia stopped them. "She's having a vision. Don't disturb her, it could make it worse." Celia made her way over to her, and tried to figure out what to do.
Ellen seemed to come from nowhere, and ran to the thrashing girls side. She grabbed a hand, and tried to call her friend back. It didn't work, and Ellen only lost a bit of skin in the process. More people entered the room, and even more waited in the hallway. Ellen and Celia yelled at the royal family and the others to get out of the room. All left except for Legolas and Herdare. Ellen tried to calm her friend, and Celia made her way over to a balcony.
Over the past few days, since she had arrived at Rivendale, she had sensed a familiar presence. She hadn't told anyone, because she knew how Bonnie was about the vampire. It was an odd relationship, indeed, that the druid shared with him. Now, she tried her last trick.
"Damon! Damon get your friggin ass down here NOW!" A great crow leapt out of a tree, and flew to the edge of the balcony. Only Legolas saw the bird transform into a man. The man wore all black, had short black hair (to their standards, any ways), and had even paler skin than Ellen. Skin almost as pale as the foul vampires in this world.
He almost ran to Bonnie's bedside. He managed to pull Ellen's wrist from the stone, razor like grip, and gently shoved her towards Legolas and Celia. Then he climbed on top of the writhing body, and held her in place. Bonnie fought it, but she was tired, and he was a bit more stronger than her. He fed soothing thoughts to her mind, and she calmed completely. He got off of her, and mock-glared at Celia.
"You ruined my entrance, cara. I had planned to reveal myself at this council you were having." Celia and Ellen smiled at him, grateful. Ellen leaned forward, and gave the vampire a sisterly hug.
"You can still surprise Bon and the others later. Thanks for coming Da-chan." She gave him a peck on the cheek, and pulled back. He shrugged, exasperated.
"You are ruining my image and reputation every time you do that, cara." With that, he turned into a crow again, and took flight.
As Bonnie began to wake up, Elrond and his children sneaked through the doors. Legolas wondered at Ellen's show of affection toward the man, but set that aside for later. He took her hand in his, and gently raised it for inspection. Angry red welts swirled around her arm, wrist, and hand. In some areas, it even bled. He turned to Herdare.
"Go back into your room, and get the bag of herbs. Lady Ellen needs treatment." Herdare left to go do he was told.
"Legolas, I'll be fine. I-"
"It hurts, does it not?" She nodded.
"But just a-"
He silenced her by placing two fingers on her lips. She stared at him in surprise. Then she took a look at his hand.
"Impossible. How can you be an archer, and have softer hands then me?!" He smiled.
"As is the way of the elves." She let go of his hand, and glared at him. Herdare returned with the bag, and Legolas started crushing some herbs together. It eventually turned into a paste, which he rubbed onto her sore, split skin. He then covered it with a silky cloth.
"Have fun?" Asked a grumpy voice. The others in the room turned to see Bonnie leaning on her elbows. Her wild red hair tumbled down her shoulders, and across her night gown. She was greatly pale, as she always was after horrific visions. She stood up, and swayed a bit. There was a hurried knocking at the door, and Celia let in frantic Hobbits.
"Is every one all right? We heard the most horrid screaming." Frodo and the others looked from face to face. They finally rested on Bonnie.
"Lady Bonnie? Were you the one screaming?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't. Tears welled up in her shining brown eyes, and she started gasping. Celia and Ellen sat on either side on her, trying to comfort her.
"I had a vision. It was of a future battle. Damon and I were there, fighting off vampires and demonic looking things." Ellen murmured, "Probably orcs, or Urak-hai."
"Right, well. We were covered in blood and ashes. It was the biggest battle I've ever seen. Both of us were heavily injured. Then I saw all these races fighting. Then I saw Celia. She was with the Hobbits, and she and Frodo were protecting… were protecting…" "What were they protecting, Bon?" Ellen asked soothingly, not sure if she wanted to know. Bonnie's eyes found Pippin's.
"I don't know if he was dead, but they were protecting Pippin. He lay on the ground behind them." Bonnie closed her eyes a moment, and when she opened them, her gaze was on the elves.
"Then I saw Ellen. And… Herdare was fighting to protect her. She…couldn't…wasn't willing to fight. She just sat there, lifeless. Staring at…They were at the base of the mountain. Or what ever it was."
"Bonnie girl, what was Ellen staring at?" Tears started to flood down her cheeks.
"It was Legolas. He was dead, with several arrows in his chest. She…she was like Stefan. After Elena left the earthen plane. Then she started screaming as light surrounded her. And I guess I kind of joined her, and woke you up." Ellen's face drained of color completely. She avoided eye contact with any one, as she knelt on the bed. She stared into Bonnie's eyes, and brought her hands to rest on her friend's forehead. She closed her eyes, and concentrated.
Light burned in front of her closed lids, turning her vision from black to red. As she willed her friend into a dreamless sleep, she saw the last part of her friend's vision, and nearly cried out. When she opened her eyes again, Bonnie was sleeping peacefully, and there were tears running down her cheeks. She avoided Celia's stare, and left the way she had come. Out the balcony, and down the great trees.
Bonnie explained as best she could to Elrond, of her dream. She also told him of other dreams, and the out come. The out come was usually what happened in the dream. She told him, in a quavering voice, that her vision was an actual view of the future; and it was most likely that it could not be changed. She sat before him in his library, after waking up from a sleep she didn't remember falling into.
"So Pippin will fall in battle, and Legolas will die?"
"Most likely. I still am not sure what the light was. I don't think it was hurting Ellen. I guess she and Legolas will, if they haven't already, fall in love with each other. And his death might undo her. I have been told by Aragorn she knows a little elfish, I have seen her heal Legolas, she has put me into a deep sleep that I did not know of until I woke up…So many things have happened since we've arrived. None of this has happened in our world. It's like a power has awakened in her, and I know nothing of it's origins."
"It is possible she is a maiden of the Light. The Lady Galadriel is the only other wielder of Light, so strong, that I know of in our land. Darkness and Light are a continuing battle here. It seems that is what our world exists around. I can not imagine what will happen once the main source of Light leaves Middle-Earth. Men will fall to ruin most likely. But the elves can not ignore the call of the sea, and we will be but a memory in the future. Until Lady Ellen arrived here in Rivendale, I had not seen another wield the power. Elves are usually the only ones capable to do so."
"Ellen but is a mortal. Do you think the light I saw, came from her? Her grief?"
"I hope not. The Light can be corrupted, and Mortals in our land are weak. But, you girls are not simple Mortals. You are Slayers, great warriors according to Arneania." Bonnie lowered her eyes to the marbled floor.
"In the history of the Slayers, one has fallen to ruin. Her name was Faith. *snort* Her name really didn't suit her. She accidentally killed a man instead of a vampire, one night. She was already wild, and though she seemed upset at first at the murder, she gave in to the evil we were suppose to fight. I think she didn't want to have a conscience, and she didn't want any ones pity. She eventually became good again, before she died. But the damage had already been done.
"To be a Slayer, means you have to give up your life, family, friends, even school to fight the evil in the world. You have no time for yourself. You never get a holiday, or vacation. You are given this power, a great power, and you aren't allowed to control it how you want to. The people who guild the Slayer, the Watchers, give them no real choice. They don't have much of a choice either, but they can take vacations and holidays. Maybe that was one reason why Faith went bad: so she could be free to do what she wanted."
"Lady Ellen certainly isn't wild. Even elves can fall to ruin, but not of their own choice. That's what orcs are: elves that were taken, mutilated, tortured, and twisted by evil. Men are much more easily corrupted, I have found. This history of yours is interesting though. How is it, that there was once one chosen one, and now there are four?" Bonnie got comfortable, sitting cross-legged in the big chair.
"It all kind of started with this one Slayer. Her name was Buffy, and she was short, like me, with blond hair. She was only fifteen when she was called, and back then, she knew nothing of responsibility. She was forced to grow up really fast, like most of the Slayers.
At one point, she met, and fell in love with a vampire with a soul. His name was Angel. Where we come from, there are two kinds of vampires: most don't keep their souls after being turned into one, so that's one kind, and the other is the one that manages to keep theirs. Angel used to be a soulless vampire, until he killed a gypsy girl, and BOOM, they gave him back his soul. Difficulties arose with their relationship, and they had to part ways.
Buffy had died already one time by then. She had been drowned, but was revived by a friend. Another Slayer, Kendra, was called. Kendra was killed a few months later, and Faith was called. Buffy died again, but more permanently. This time she reached heaven, or the plane below it. She was brought back by a witch friend who missed her greatly. A soulless vampire had fallen in love with her. His name was Spike, and if weren't for a piece of metal in his brain, he would be out on a killing spree. I think he still would have fallen in love with her, with out the chip. I was called when she had died.
Buffy's sister, Dawn, casted a spell, that caused Spike to become human for a while. Until that point, Buffy had denied her feelings for him and what not. They got drunk and married together, before the spell was over, and had a cute little girl named Joyce Drusilla Summers. It was confusing at that point, because she technically was the daughter of a Slayer and a vampire. She seemed human, but after a while, she proved her parents wrong. She gained the strength, healing abilities and speed from her mother, and her father's psychic powers. She became something of a born Slayer.
During a fight with an ex of Spike's, Joyce died at the age of five. She was brought back as a result of a bond her parents had. Somehow, the fates got confused, and called another Slayer. Her name was Devon. It was decided that when either Joyce reached the appropriate age, or that Slayer was killed, Joyce would be called in her stead. Even after the fact, Devon still fights the demons.
Faith died at some point in order to protect Buffy, and Celia was called. Ellen was called only a year or two ago, after Buffy and Spike were sent through a wormhole of sorts. It is assumed they were killed. So there are *Bonnie counts her fingers*, about five of us. It appears that Slayers stop aging after reaching past twenty-five, twenty-seven." Her mouth was dry after talking so much. Elrond seemed to notice this, and got a mug of water from somewhere.
"That is some history, Lady Bonnie. It appears you Slayers have a bit of luck." Bonnie shook her head.
"We only started getting such luck, after Buffy was called. No one knows why." Lord Elrond had been writing every word down, as Bonnie had told him the story. She peered over his shoulder to see the amazing script of the elves.
"Come, the meeting will begin soon. We can speak more of this later, or at the council." With that said, he led her out of the library.
Celia found Ellen resting by a stream, curled up against a huge black wolf, and fondling it'd fur. She smirked.
"Damon, you ham. Always in the lap of luxury. Don't you know this girl already has a guy?"
*Morning, spitfire. Up and about and dressed. Though I must say, I preferred you in that wine colored slip you were wearing earlier. I think that the little men would agree with me.*
Celia rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, Damon. Another wise ass remark out of you, and I'm telling 'Red' that your here."
*You never get tired of the sound of your own voice, do you, cara?*
"Like your any different. Hey, Ellie. How are ya doin?" The brunette glared up at Celia with pink eyes. She sobered up at her friend's distress.
"Bonnie's visions don't always come true, hon. You know that. And now that you know about the future, you may be able to prevent the princelings death."
*You mean that attractive blond in Red's bedroom that mended Ellie's wound? I have to admit, that he's quite the catch, El. I've been doing a bit of light reading, and according to Elfish myth, elves can be reincarnated. They often were during the beginning of this world. I don't know about now, though. It seems their powers are weakening.*
Ellen snuggled the wolf. Damon was like a big brother to her, and the other Slayers were like sisters. Of course, only that tight circle, and now a couple of elves knew of Damon's soft side. To the world where they had come from, he was a merciless killer; and only his brother, Stefan suspected anything different.
Celia pulled out a Kleenex, and a bottle of water. She proceeded to clean her friend's face. Ellen's face began to look more normal, as a gong sounded off across the courtyards. Celia jumped up, and made her way quickly over the lush green grass. Ellen slowly made her way across, tired from crying. She tended to bottle things up, and when it was triggered by even the littlest thing, something of a melt down occurred. She would bawl her eyes out, and be freaked out by almost anything until it passed. Which usually was a while.
*Climb on, cara. It'll much faster if you ride on me.* Ellen realized this was true, even though Damon still may be a bit small for her. She swung a leg over him, and once again snuggled into his warmth. Peace came over her, and she wished he could change into something larger, so it wouldn't tire him out as well. Again, Ellen was surrounded by light. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Damon was now a large black panther. Almost as large as a pony.
Celia cried out in surprise as they passed her. Ellen laughed at her, and Celia started a race she could not win. When they reached the dais, there was multiple stares at the girl on the huge beast, and the one trying to outrun them. Bonnie stared at her friends as she came up to them. Just about everyone was seated.
"Damon! How did you get here?!" Ellen wasn't able to get off of him fast enough. He transformed back to himself, holding Ellen underneath the knees to keep her from falling off his back. Her arms swung around his neck, trying to keep herself from falling. He let her down, only after giving her a smooch on the cheek, watching Legolas out of the corner of his eye as he did so.
"And how did you turn into a panther?"
"Whoa, Red. One question at a time. I was there when that light appeared. It sucked me in, and here I am. And Ellie was somehow able to give me enough power to transform. We could make excellent rulers." She stood with her hands on her hips, feet apart, trying not to swoon at those black eyes of his. He always had a power over her, no matter how strong she grew. It made her feel rather pissed off.
"What did I do now to anger you? Last I had to feed on, was foul animals, and a few servants. Who are ALIVE." He underwent a similar stance, and soon there was a face off. That is, until Damon smiled charmingly, and brought Bonnie to him in a passionate kiss. Bonnie pushed him away when she saw something she had never seen before. A silver cord, linking her soul, to his.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!! However short. I found that some of you were confused, and I hope this past chapter cleared a few things up. If it's still confusing, don't be afraid to tell me in a review. Any who, I'm still going to draw a pic of them, with the profile info you guys might need for such a story. I'll let you know when it's done, okay? I'm working on a Draco Malfoy kitty right now. Should be done soon. Any requests?
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: runttie@cybertours.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The three Slayers of our time are sent to Middle-Earth to kick Vampire @$$. Romance to come: Legolas/Ellen Arwen/Aragorn Frodo/Celia Bonnie/Damon Buffy/Spike
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence, and swearing. Another long one folks.
Okay, in the past chapters, I had the elfish speaking parts underlined. It didn't transfer to ff.net, so instead of having it underlined, there was nothing to indicate elfish being spoken. I'm going to do what everyone else is doing:
'Elfish'
"Common"
*telepathy when not describing something*
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll start popping chapters out. I have a Pippin kitty finally done. As well as an Elrond kitty, and Celeborn + Galadriel. There's a Legolas kitty, but it's done in colored pencil. I don't think that counts. If you want to see them, click on GundamNymph at the top of the page. It will bring you to my account, and I have the address of my art portfolio online in my profile information. Have a request? Put it in a review, and we'll see about it. ^_~
Chapter 7
Ellen stared at the incense. She was still in her PJ's, and was feeling lazy after the long night she had. A smile graced her face as she thought of Legolas. Blue light of the early sun shone through the openings in the walls. It was very early morning, and Ellen was quite surprised to find herself awake at such an hour. The smell of the incense was just as soothing as the silky swirls of smoke it birthed.
A knock at the door brought her out of her stupor. "Come in." A servant entered, dressed in turquoise carrying a tray of food. "Good morning, My Lady. I heard you awakening, and thought to bring food." Ellen's eyes lit up at the food, and she felt her stomach rumble. The young woman laughed merrily.
"Well, I guess that's my answer. My, what strange night clothes." Ellen stood next to the slender blond elf, and realized her state of dress. "Oh. These are called PJ's where I'm from. They're kind of masculine in your world, but these were actually made for women. See the cute little animal designs? And they are quite comfy, and you're able to move in them more freely."
"And every woman in your world wears them?"
"No. A bunch still like the night gowns. Thank you so much for bringing up the food. Is Bonnie up, yet?"
"I do not think so. Lady Celia is also asleep. She went to bed only a short while ago."
"She always was one for the night life. Do you know what time the council is?"
"I have heard it is at 10:00, or around then. I am not sure. When the gong sounds, just make your way to the council room. I must take my leave now, Lady. Please excuse me."
"Wait. What is your name?" The servant looked startled, then smiled.
"It is Unia. Ask for me if you need anything. I will be in the kitchens helping the others with breakfast."
Ellen thanked her as she left, and then turned to dress. She decided to dress in her own clothes. She dug through the pile near her bed, and pulled out a tank top, Capri's that stopped below the knee, and an over shirt. She tied the bottom of the shirt at her waist. Then she practically danced out of her room, camera in hand, to milk her trip for all it's worth.
A mist covered her vision. A dark one, and black figures emerged from nowhere. They attacked, blood was shed, and screams were heard. A battle was going on, Bonnie determined. She turned around at the cry of a crow. Damon stood back to back with herself, fighting off the many dark creatures around them. As they got close, she could see that some were vampires, and others were just plain demonic looking. Both her and the handsome Italian vampire from her world, were covered in ashes and purple-black blood. As was just about everyone else on the battlefield. Another view swung into place, and she saw elves, men, and dwarves fighting the same creatures.
The elves loosed arrow after arrow, and cut through the black sea with short swords and daggers. Men fought bravely with swords and spears, shouting victory, and raging with sorrow at their fallen comrades. The dwarves were all on foot, swinging axes and other heavy weapons she didn't recognize.
The vision swung again, to find Celia and the Hobbits. Her friend, like the before vision of herself, was wounded all over. She was back to back with the other three Hobbits. Pippin lay behind her. Bonnie couldn't tell how bad the Hobbit was injured, or if he was dead. Frodo and Celia were protecting his body from any other harm.
Once again, a new scene of terror came into view. It was at the base of a dark mountain. Or a castle, Bonnie could not tell. Ellen crouched over the fallen body of Legolas, as Herdare tried to protect the numb Slayer from the opposing forces. Bonnie felt her heart being torn in half at the look upon her friends face. It was the same anguished face Stefan had had after Elena's spirit had disappeared. The two lovers, her friends, had a love much like Romeo and Juliet. Only Stefan was a vampire, and Bonnie managed to bring Elena back to the living world. But Legolas was not coming back.
A super nova of white light formed around Ellen, and she let loose a scream. The scream kept becoming louder, more piercing, and more sorrowful. Ellen's scream became Bonnie's, as the druid tried to wake from the vision.
Celia had the most rude awakening in a long while. She fell out of bed as she heard Bonnie's horrible scream. It kept getting louder, and more frightening. She stumbled out of bed, and ran next door to her friends room. She met Legolas and Herdare outside, each clutching their ears, and together they flew into the redhead's room.
Bonnie lay twisted in her sheets, clutching the fabric so tight, it ripped. Her skin was clammy, and her body twisted and swung with each higher level her scream reached. The elves started towards her, but Celia stopped them. "She's having a vision. Don't disturb her, it could make it worse." Celia made her way over to her, and tried to figure out what to do.
Ellen seemed to come from nowhere, and ran to the thrashing girls side. She grabbed a hand, and tried to call her friend back. It didn't work, and Ellen only lost a bit of skin in the process. More people entered the room, and even more waited in the hallway. Ellen and Celia yelled at the royal family and the others to get out of the room. All left except for Legolas and Herdare. Ellen tried to calm her friend, and Celia made her way over to a balcony.
Over the past few days, since she had arrived at Rivendale, she had sensed a familiar presence. She hadn't told anyone, because she knew how Bonnie was about the vampire. It was an odd relationship, indeed, that the druid shared with him. Now, she tried her last trick.
"Damon! Damon get your friggin ass down here NOW!" A great crow leapt out of a tree, and flew to the edge of the balcony. Only Legolas saw the bird transform into a man. The man wore all black, had short black hair (to their standards, any ways), and had even paler skin than Ellen. Skin almost as pale as the foul vampires in this world.
He almost ran to Bonnie's bedside. He managed to pull Ellen's wrist from the stone, razor like grip, and gently shoved her towards Legolas and Celia. Then he climbed on top of the writhing body, and held her in place. Bonnie fought it, but she was tired, and he was a bit more stronger than her. He fed soothing thoughts to her mind, and she calmed completely. He got off of her, and mock-glared at Celia.
"You ruined my entrance, cara. I had planned to reveal myself at this council you were having." Celia and Ellen smiled at him, grateful. Ellen leaned forward, and gave the vampire a sisterly hug.
"You can still surprise Bon and the others later. Thanks for coming Da-chan." She gave him a peck on the cheek, and pulled back. He shrugged, exasperated.
"You are ruining my image and reputation every time you do that, cara." With that, he turned into a crow again, and took flight.
As Bonnie began to wake up, Elrond and his children sneaked through the doors. Legolas wondered at Ellen's show of affection toward the man, but set that aside for later. He took her hand in his, and gently raised it for inspection. Angry red welts swirled around her arm, wrist, and hand. In some areas, it even bled. He turned to Herdare.
"Go back into your room, and get the bag of herbs. Lady Ellen needs treatment." Herdare left to go do he was told.
"Legolas, I'll be fine. I-"
"It hurts, does it not?" She nodded.
"But just a-"
He silenced her by placing two fingers on her lips. She stared at him in surprise. Then she took a look at his hand.
"Impossible. How can you be an archer, and have softer hands then me?!" He smiled.
"As is the way of the elves." She let go of his hand, and glared at him. Herdare returned with the bag, and Legolas started crushing some herbs together. It eventually turned into a paste, which he rubbed onto her sore, split skin. He then covered it with a silky cloth.
"Have fun?" Asked a grumpy voice. The others in the room turned to see Bonnie leaning on her elbows. Her wild red hair tumbled down her shoulders, and across her night gown. She was greatly pale, as she always was after horrific visions. She stood up, and swayed a bit. There was a hurried knocking at the door, and Celia let in frantic Hobbits.
"Is every one all right? We heard the most horrid screaming." Frodo and the others looked from face to face. They finally rested on Bonnie.
"Lady Bonnie? Were you the one screaming?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't. Tears welled up in her shining brown eyes, and she started gasping. Celia and Ellen sat on either side on her, trying to comfort her.
"I had a vision. It was of a future battle. Damon and I were there, fighting off vampires and demonic looking things." Ellen murmured, "Probably orcs, or Urak-hai."
"Right, well. We were covered in blood and ashes. It was the biggest battle I've ever seen. Both of us were heavily injured. Then I saw all these races fighting. Then I saw Celia. She was with the Hobbits, and she and Frodo were protecting… were protecting…" "What were they protecting, Bon?" Ellen asked soothingly, not sure if she wanted to know. Bonnie's eyes found Pippin's.
"I don't know if he was dead, but they were protecting Pippin. He lay on the ground behind them." Bonnie closed her eyes a moment, and when she opened them, her gaze was on the elves.
"Then I saw Ellen. And… Herdare was fighting to protect her. She…couldn't…wasn't willing to fight. She just sat there, lifeless. Staring at…They were at the base of the mountain. Or what ever it was."
"Bonnie girl, what was Ellen staring at?" Tears started to flood down her cheeks.
"It was Legolas. He was dead, with several arrows in his chest. She…she was like Stefan. After Elena left the earthen plane. Then she started screaming as light surrounded her. And I guess I kind of joined her, and woke you up." Ellen's face drained of color completely. She avoided eye contact with any one, as she knelt on the bed. She stared into Bonnie's eyes, and brought her hands to rest on her friend's forehead. She closed her eyes, and concentrated.
Light burned in front of her closed lids, turning her vision from black to red. As she willed her friend into a dreamless sleep, she saw the last part of her friend's vision, and nearly cried out. When she opened her eyes again, Bonnie was sleeping peacefully, and there were tears running down her cheeks. She avoided Celia's stare, and left the way she had come. Out the balcony, and down the great trees.
Bonnie explained as best she could to Elrond, of her dream. She also told him of other dreams, and the out come. The out come was usually what happened in the dream. She told him, in a quavering voice, that her vision was an actual view of the future; and it was most likely that it could not be changed. She sat before him in his library, after waking up from a sleep she didn't remember falling into.
"So Pippin will fall in battle, and Legolas will die?"
"Most likely. I still am not sure what the light was. I don't think it was hurting Ellen. I guess she and Legolas will, if they haven't already, fall in love with each other. And his death might undo her. I have been told by Aragorn she knows a little elfish, I have seen her heal Legolas, she has put me into a deep sleep that I did not know of until I woke up…So many things have happened since we've arrived. None of this has happened in our world. It's like a power has awakened in her, and I know nothing of it's origins."
"It is possible she is a maiden of the Light. The Lady Galadriel is the only other wielder of Light, so strong, that I know of in our land. Darkness and Light are a continuing battle here. It seems that is what our world exists around. I can not imagine what will happen once the main source of Light leaves Middle-Earth. Men will fall to ruin most likely. But the elves can not ignore the call of the sea, and we will be but a memory in the future. Until Lady Ellen arrived here in Rivendale, I had not seen another wield the power. Elves are usually the only ones capable to do so."
"Ellen but is a mortal. Do you think the light I saw, came from her? Her grief?"
"I hope not. The Light can be corrupted, and Mortals in our land are weak. But, you girls are not simple Mortals. You are Slayers, great warriors according to Arneania." Bonnie lowered her eyes to the marbled floor.
"In the history of the Slayers, one has fallen to ruin. Her name was Faith. *snort* Her name really didn't suit her. She accidentally killed a man instead of a vampire, one night. She was already wild, and though she seemed upset at first at the murder, she gave in to the evil we were suppose to fight. I think she didn't want to have a conscience, and she didn't want any ones pity. She eventually became good again, before she died. But the damage had already been done.
"To be a Slayer, means you have to give up your life, family, friends, even school to fight the evil in the world. You have no time for yourself. You never get a holiday, or vacation. You are given this power, a great power, and you aren't allowed to control it how you want to. The people who guild the Slayer, the Watchers, give them no real choice. They don't have much of a choice either, but they can take vacations and holidays. Maybe that was one reason why Faith went bad: so she could be free to do what she wanted."
"Lady Ellen certainly isn't wild. Even elves can fall to ruin, but not of their own choice. That's what orcs are: elves that were taken, mutilated, tortured, and twisted by evil. Men are much more easily corrupted, I have found. This history of yours is interesting though. How is it, that there was once one chosen one, and now there are four?" Bonnie got comfortable, sitting cross-legged in the big chair.
"It all kind of started with this one Slayer. Her name was Buffy, and she was short, like me, with blond hair. She was only fifteen when she was called, and back then, she knew nothing of responsibility. She was forced to grow up really fast, like most of the Slayers.
At one point, she met, and fell in love with a vampire with a soul. His name was Angel. Where we come from, there are two kinds of vampires: most don't keep their souls after being turned into one, so that's one kind, and the other is the one that manages to keep theirs. Angel used to be a soulless vampire, until he killed a gypsy girl, and BOOM, they gave him back his soul. Difficulties arose with their relationship, and they had to part ways.
Buffy had died already one time by then. She had been drowned, but was revived by a friend. Another Slayer, Kendra, was called. Kendra was killed a few months later, and Faith was called. Buffy died again, but more permanently. This time she reached heaven, or the plane below it. She was brought back by a witch friend who missed her greatly. A soulless vampire had fallen in love with her. His name was Spike, and if weren't for a piece of metal in his brain, he would be out on a killing spree. I think he still would have fallen in love with her, with out the chip. I was called when she had died.
Buffy's sister, Dawn, casted a spell, that caused Spike to become human for a while. Until that point, Buffy had denied her feelings for him and what not. They got drunk and married together, before the spell was over, and had a cute little girl named Joyce Drusilla Summers. It was confusing at that point, because she technically was the daughter of a Slayer and a vampire. She seemed human, but after a while, she proved her parents wrong. She gained the strength, healing abilities and speed from her mother, and her father's psychic powers. She became something of a born Slayer.
During a fight with an ex of Spike's, Joyce died at the age of five. She was brought back as a result of a bond her parents had. Somehow, the fates got confused, and called another Slayer. Her name was Devon. It was decided that when either Joyce reached the appropriate age, or that Slayer was killed, Joyce would be called in her stead. Even after the fact, Devon still fights the demons.
Faith died at some point in order to protect Buffy, and Celia was called. Ellen was called only a year or two ago, after Buffy and Spike were sent through a wormhole of sorts. It is assumed they were killed. So there are *Bonnie counts her fingers*, about five of us. It appears that Slayers stop aging after reaching past twenty-five, twenty-seven." Her mouth was dry after talking so much. Elrond seemed to notice this, and got a mug of water from somewhere.
"That is some history, Lady Bonnie. It appears you Slayers have a bit of luck." Bonnie shook her head.
"We only started getting such luck, after Buffy was called. No one knows why." Lord Elrond had been writing every word down, as Bonnie had told him the story. She peered over his shoulder to see the amazing script of the elves.
"Come, the meeting will begin soon. We can speak more of this later, or at the council." With that said, he led her out of the library.
Celia found Ellen resting by a stream, curled up against a huge black wolf, and fondling it'd fur. She smirked.
"Damon, you ham. Always in the lap of luxury. Don't you know this girl already has a guy?"
*Morning, spitfire. Up and about and dressed. Though I must say, I preferred you in that wine colored slip you were wearing earlier. I think that the little men would agree with me.*
Celia rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, Damon. Another wise ass remark out of you, and I'm telling 'Red' that your here."
*You never get tired of the sound of your own voice, do you, cara?*
"Like your any different. Hey, Ellie. How are ya doin?" The brunette glared up at Celia with pink eyes. She sobered up at her friend's distress.
"Bonnie's visions don't always come true, hon. You know that. And now that you know about the future, you may be able to prevent the princelings death."
*You mean that attractive blond in Red's bedroom that mended Ellie's wound? I have to admit, that he's quite the catch, El. I've been doing a bit of light reading, and according to Elfish myth, elves can be reincarnated. They often were during the beginning of this world. I don't know about now, though. It seems their powers are weakening.*
Ellen snuggled the wolf. Damon was like a big brother to her, and the other Slayers were like sisters. Of course, only that tight circle, and now a couple of elves knew of Damon's soft side. To the world where they had come from, he was a merciless killer; and only his brother, Stefan suspected anything different.
Celia pulled out a Kleenex, and a bottle of water. She proceeded to clean her friend's face. Ellen's face began to look more normal, as a gong sounded off across the courtyards. Celia jumped up, and made her way quickly over the lush green grass. Ellen slowly made her way across, tired from crying. She tended to bottle things up, and when it was triggered by even the littlest thing, something of a melt down occurred. She would bawl her eyes out, and be freaked out by almost anything until it passed. Which usually was a while.
*Climb on, cara. It'll much faster if you ride on me.* Ellen realized this was true, even though Damon still may be a bit small for her. She swung a leg over him, and once again snuggled into his warmth. Peace came over her, and she wished he could change into something larger, so it wouldn't tire him out as well. Again, Ellen was surrounded by light. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Damon was now a large black panther. Almost as large as a pony.
Celia cried out in surprise as they passed her. Ellen laughed at her, and Celia started a race she could not win. When they reached the dais, there was multiple stares at the girl on the huge beast, and the one trying to outrun them. Bonnie stared at her friends as she came up to them. Just about everyone was seated.
"Damon! How did you get here?!" Ellen wasn't able to get off of him fast enough. He transformed back to himself, holding Ellen underneath the knees to keep her from falling off his back. Her arms swung around his neck, trying to keep herself from falling. He let her down, only after giving her a smooch on the cheek, watching Legolas out of the corner of his eye as he did so.
"And how did you turn into a panther?"
"Whoa, Red. One question at a time. I was there when that light appeared. It sucked me in, and here I am. And Ellie was somehow able to give me enough power to transform. We could make excellent rulers." She stood with her hands on her hips, feet apart, trying not to swoon at those black eyes of his. He always had a power over her, no matter how strong she grew. It made her feel rather pissed off.
"What did I do now to anger you? Last I had to feed on, was foul animals, and a few servants. Who are ALIVE." He underwent a similar stance, and soon there was a face off. That is, until Damon smiled charmingly, and brought Bonnie to him in a passionate kiss. Bonnie pushed him away when she saw something she had never seen before. A silver cord, linking her soul, to his.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!! However short. I found that some of you were confused, and I hope this past chapter cleared a few things up. If it's still confusing, don't be afraid to tell me in a review. Any who, I'm still going to draw a pic of them, with the profile info you guys might need for such a story. I'll let you know when it's done, okay? I'm working on a Draco Malfoy kitty right now. Should be done soon. Any requests?