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 and violence. Legolas/Ellen Aragorn/Arwen Frodo/Celia Bonnie/Damon Faramir/Eowyn
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence, and swearing.
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll start popping chapters out.
Okay, in the first chapter, 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*
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Want to request a kitty? Leave the order in a review. I also have non-kitty stuff, anime and non-anime stuff in my gallery at the above link.
And YES, if your interested in Damon, or the Vampire Diaries, I suggest you borrow it out of a library, or buy it. It's been reprinted several times already, and seems to be popular. And if you'er into a witch story, there's The Secret Circle by the same author.
YAY! My e-mails back up!
And if some of you read my warning in the last chapter, you would know that I went away for vacation. OH! And shorter ones for now, I'm kinda, BEHIND, at school.
Glomping: a word often used in anime or manga to describe a REALLY big hug. The victim usually experiences lightheadedness, dizziness, loss of air, stopping of blood flow, fainting, skin turning odd colors, or similar effects.
Any other questions?
Chapter 13
"Are you sure, Ellen? It looked like you were doing fine."
"And you were AMAZING. So… teach me."
Legolas raised an delicate eyebrow. Darn, why did he have to be SO good looking?
Ellen and Legolas stood away from the camp, and were facing each other. Legolas had his arms crossed, eyebrow arched (he'd been taking lessons from Ellen on how to do 'the look' Scully does), and was peering down at her.
She felt herself blush, as she thought of just grabbing him and kissing him right there. Of course, she wouldn't do it. She may be the Slayer, but she wasn't aggressive by nature.
It was weird. When she was away from him, she felt the normal insecurities. But when she was right next to him, they went away with the gentle humming of the silver cord. It was always present, but not always noticeable.
"So?"
"You know Legolas, she has a point. She REALLY needs to brush up on her archery skills."
Ellen turned to see Herdare appear out of nowhere. She took a similar stance to Legolas's, and gave the elf the Death Glare. "And what is THAT suppose to mean?" She asked, menacingly. She could feel a brief smile caress her lips at his discomfort.
"Just that, you don't seem to have used the bow much. How long ago did you take it up?"
Ellen muttered something under her breath. Herdare's and Legolas's eyes widened in surprise.
"Right before you came here!?" Ellen blushed, but nodded her head.
"I learned the basics the week before we got dumped here. Why?"
"It's just…that…you did well for a first timer. VERY well."
"I usually work with the crossbow."
"What's a crossbow?" Legolas asked, curious.
Ellen produced it in her hands. She found she was getting used to the rings, and was getting better using their powers. Bonnie had warned her not to use them in front of the enemy too much, so that they might be left in the dark.
"Interesting. How does it work?"
So Ellen gave the two elves a brief lesson on crossbows. She fired a few shots, and the elves were impressed with her aim.
Celia spied on them from a bush a few yards away, listening to her CD player. She sat on a log, mindful of the rotting parts where bugs may live. Frodo came and sat beside her, Sam not too far away.
"Celia?" She didn't seem to hear him, and he stared at her headphones curiously. They were the kind that plugged into your ear. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she glanced at him. She took out a plug, "What is it, Frodo?"
"What is that?"
"The Tea Party. (AN: I've heard of them, but never heard their music) It's a group. You know, band music. This thing plays the music." To him a better understanding, she took the plug she was holding, and put it in his ear.
She watched with a smirk as his eyes bugged out. He really was cute. He kind of reminded her of Elijah Woods. He had the same huge and expressive blues, friendly smile, and the small upturned nose. He seemed like a party guy, but acted like a little gentleman. She wished she could take him with her back to their world. THEN, she would have some fun.
After a few minutes, his expression changed, as he began to get used to the music. She watched as his eyebrows drew together adorably, in obvious confusion.
"What's the matter, short man? Can't handle it?"
"No. I can handle it. But the lyrics don't make much sense. They're not very clear."
"You mean, like your music is?"
He nodded, taking the plug out of his ear and handing it back to her.
"But it IS fun to listen to. Thank for sharing that with me."
Celia did not resist the urge to pinch those dimpling cheeks, as he smiled.
"Frodo? What are we doing here." Sam asked.
"Well, I was wondering what you were doing over here, Celia. Are you spying on them again?"
"Yup. Ellen and Leggy found out that they're soulmates. You know, they're meant to be together, as the fates decided."
"So, they've become a couple?"
"Technically. You see, they're not quite a couple, because they don't need to be. You could even call them fiancée's if you wished. I mean, with a moral girl like Ellen, they're bound to be married. Especially before they decide to…um, how should I say this?"
"Bond? Become intimate with each other? Tango? Do unmoral things? Unwed sexual relations?"
"You know, that whole innocent image you gave off? Fooled me. And how do YOU know about the Tango? It's something from OUR world." Celia glared down at the hobbit.
"Well, it was something you mentioned to Elladan before we left. I guessed it had to do with something sexual, seeing as how you are?" The sheepish hobbit didn't seem bothered at the raven haired girls intensified glare.
"What do you MEAN, seeing as how I am?!"
Frodo's eyes wandered as he looked for the right word.
"How about Horny?" Sam offered. Celia blinked. And blinked again.
"I will NEVER again be FOOLED by a hobbit."
"And you place your fingers here, then grip it. First, you want to work with the target. Make as accurate shots as you can." Legolas was practically holding her. His body was leaning against hers, positioning her right for archery. Instead of becoming dizzy with his close proximity, she felt a clarity.
She could feel his mind, touching hers, showing exactly what needed to be done. But being a female, with a different build, she had to make a few adjustments. Legolas smiled as she had to lean back more into his body. He could feel another tingling rush go through him.
"Okay, now, line it up. Fire." The arrow flew from her hands, and landed within the target. The target was a leaf pinned to a tree, and the arrow had embedded itself onto the edge of it. Still very close to the center.
She formed another arrow, and took aim again. She tapped into Legolas's memories of learning the weapon, and released the arrow. It hit dead center.
"Cheater."
"Hey, since when do I cheat?"
"Since now. I felt you in my brain, sneaky little human." His warm breath caressed her ear, and sent chills down her spine.
"So what if I am?" She asked, a little breathless. She felt his chin leave her shoulder, and then his lips touch the curve of her ear, in a tiny kiss.
"Are you going to kiss? OR are we going to get back to the lesson?" Herdare's voice rudely interrupted their little world. Ellen stepped out of Legolas's helpful arms, and took up the pose again, this time without his help. She took fire with a new arrow, rudely shutting out Legolas's mind, and shot it.
It split the arrow in the center.
"What were you saying, Legolas?" She asked in a sing-song voice. Legolas's eyebrows were raised, and both elves had the mouths open in shock. As they continued to stare, she shot arrow after arrow, gaining speed with each one she let loose. The arrows she shot circled the ones in the center, and then she started to make a stick figure.
She heard Celia's familiar laugh, and turned to look at her as soon as she was done. The elves had gained their posture, but the hobbits and men that had seen the last few minutes of her work, felt their mouths hang open.
Celia sauntered up to Ellen, and draped an arm around her. She was glad that Ellen had showed off more of her skill. Some of the guys in their troupe, still had issues about the girls capabilities. She leaned down and whispered into Ellen's ear, loud enough for the others to hear.
"You know, if they leave their mouths open like that for much longer, I'll be tempted to show them how to tongue wrestle. I've always wondered how the hobbits would do…"
"Celia! Gross. Do you have ANY pure thoughts, at ANY time, day or night? Jeeze."
"What was that about cheese?"
Ellen rolled her eyes, but was glad to see the guys regain their posture and stare curiously at Celia. Ce shot Aragorn in particular, a look. It was as if to say, 'don't EVEN try that innocent act with me. You KNOW what I'm talking about'. Aragorn's eyes widened, and he blushed before heading back to camp. Ellen glared at her.
"WHAT? He's MARRIED. He has to have SOME experience." Ellen didn't even want to know.
"Well, Lady Ellen, I do believe the lesson is over for today." Legolas said as he and Herdare returned to camp. The men and hobbits soon followed, leaving behind the two girls and Frodo.
"LADY Ellen. O~kay. SOMEONE is feeling a little insecure. We HAVE to teach Herdie some proper manners."
"What are you talking about now?"
"He interrupted your interlude with Legs. You two haven't had a good cuddle since before we left."
"I know, but…it's like he's a different person on the road. Still sexy looking, though. He seems…in his element."
"Of course! He's an elf!"
"No. That's not what I meant. He likes the traveling, adventure, and the different lands. Lately, I've been content to just watch him…"
Celia rolled her eyes, and watched as Ellen prepared her bed. A smirk grew on her face, as the brunette lay down in it. She turned to look at Frodo, who was taking first watch. "Oh, Frodo?" She said in a sing-song voice, and walked over to him.
Celia sat next to the hobbit, sharing the watch with him. He was staring up at the stars, blue eyes twinkling in the fire light. It was cool out, and Celia felt a shiver run through her. Frodo turned to the raven haired girl, concern in his face. She turned to look at him.
"What?" She asked, a little uncomfortable for some reason.
"You look cold."
She looked unconcerned, staring off into the woods. "Just a little nippy."
Frodo smiled at her stubbornness. He grabbed his blanket from the pack at his feet, and tucked it around her shoulders. She started, looking at him in alarm, before relaxing. He adjusted the warm blanket, till she was cocooned in it. Their breaths mingled, warming each others lips in the cool air of the night, as they looked at each other. Neither one pulled away.
"So, is our deal still on?" She asked, suddenly breathless. She had never before realized how much sex appeal he had. He had no cheeky smile now, and his eyes were hooded. Oh, yeah, he's DEFINITELY appealing, she thought. Curly brown hair, almost as dark as Ellen's, over pointed ears. Heavy lidded blue eyes…fine boned face…warm hands…
"Yeah, it's still on." His lips brushed hers as he spoke. Tingling with the sensation of touching him, she leaned forward, and kissed him. Tiny sparks started on her lips, before traveling down her being. She was surprised to feel him deepen the kiss a little, and hold her more firmly against him.
A snort issued from one of the hobbits, as he turned over in his sleep, and Celia pulled back. His eyes reflected the stars, as he gazed at her. He may have been shorter than her, but he didn't seem it at all in the darkness, with the fire light barely reaching them. She felt a buzzing inside of herself, as he smiled at her.
He leaned in again, and Celia found herself doing the same.
"I think it's time to wake Ellen and Legolas." Celia ventured from the warmth. She and Frodo were now sharing the blanket, staring up at the sky together. She looked at him, preferring to see the starlight in his eyes, then the sky.
He blinked, not removing his gaze. "I thought we were suppose to wake Herdare for the next watch." He asked with a knowing smile on his face.
"We were, but he'd understand the cause." She stated. Frodo's blue eyes turned to look at her, a mischievous glint in them. He kissed her cheek fondly, before standing up, and heading over to Legolas. Celia got up and went over to wake Ellen. The brunette was in a deep sleep, legs and arms wrapped around a body pillow.
Ellen had made the pillow herself. The purple, yellow and mauve butterflies on a black background, made her look so innocent. Celia wondered if she was dreaming of Legolas. She smiled slyly before shaking her awake roughly.
"Huh, what?" Ellen's tired eyes tried to open, as she sat up. Her eyes focused on Celia, still waking up.
"Your shift." Was all Celia said as she made her way over to her own bedding.
"Frodo, you wake him, and your dead meat." Ellen warned, seeing the hobbit next to the sleeping elf. Frodo shrugged his shoulders, and then settled on own his blankets.
By the time she found a stone to sit on, off the dampening grass, she was fully awake. She looked up at the moon, guessing it to be late at night. About eleven or so. She stared off at the colored darkness between the stars, losing herself in the vastness of it.
She yawned, a little bored, but enjoying the peace. She was from New England, therefore used to the chill, and didn't need a blanket or coat. The wind picked up into a gentle breeze, making her cheeks begin to glow pink and her hair drift a little.
She was thinking of getting her book, 'Scarlet', when she felt the presence of a vampire. She stood, taking a defensive position, and looked into the trees. Her honed Slayer senses picked up something from the trees, and she looked up into the branches. Her eyes met crimson ones. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, taking in the lone figure.
She watched as he turned, and walked into the darkness. She was curious, but didn't want to leave an unguarded camp. She quickly walked over to the sleeping black wolf, and shook him awake.
"Damon, I'm going to check something out. Stay here and watch camp." She left no room for argument, and walked off into the darkness. The wolf yawned, and got up from the sleeping red head.
*Be careful*, he warned. She cast one more glance over her shoulder, and saw him start to patrol the area, blending in perfectly with the darkness. She turned, and stepped out of sight of the camp fire.
The tall vampire stood there, eyes gleaming in the dark, waiting for her. His black hair was loose, and the wind lifted it up in a liquid wave. His pale skin shone lightly in the darkness, from the moonlight. He saw her approach, and he turned back into the darkness, his dark clothing helping him to disappear.
Ellen stood for a moment, unsure. Common Sense told her not to go, but instinct said yes. The wind blew the silky fabric of her PJs around freshly shaven legs, as she stood there. The soft grass and stray sticks dug into her bare feet. Finally, taking one last glance at the hidden camp ground, she walked into the darkness. It was the last time she saw it.
A/N: I am SO sorry that I haven't updated in a while, and I hope your still sticking with the story. I've kind of had writer's block on top of school stuff, and was hoping I wasn't ALREADY getting tired of writing LOTR fiction. I started another Vampie fic, this one a Harry Potter one. Yes, yes. I know. How COULD I? And right in the middle of working on THIS one. *cowers* Sorry. I just added a BUNCH of Harry Potter kitties to my gallery. Let me know if you have trouble linking there.
As it is, I won't be graduating with my class this year. *sighs sadly* But I still have to pass as many classes as possible. Hopefully I can get a Diploma before we start the move to Las Vegas. My dad is SO set on that. Any one live there? *asks hopefully* I HATE it when I get so sick. It happens EVERY year, right before winter. Damn SAD.
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 and violence. Legolas/Ellen Aragorn/Arwen Frodo/Celia Bonnie/Damon Faramir/Eowyn
Feed back: Please review, even if it's a one liner, so I know there are people reading.
Warning: Uh, violence, and swearing.
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll start popping chapters out.
Okay, in the first chapter, 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*
http://photos.yahoo.com/gundamnymph
Want to request a kitty? Leave the order in a review. I also have non-kitty stuff, anime and non-anime stuff in my gallery at the above link.
And YES, if your interested in Damon, or the Vampire Diaries, I suggest you borrow it out of a library, or buy it. It's been reprinted several times already, and seems to be popular. And if you'er into a witch story, there's The Secret Circle by the same author.
YAY! My e-mails back up!
And if some of you read my warning in the last chapter, you would know that I went away for vacation. OH! And shorter ones for now, I'm kinda, BEHIND, at school.
Glomping: a word often used in anime or manga to describe a REALLY big hug. The victim usually experiences lightheadedness, dizziness, loss of air, stopping of blood flow, fainting, skin turning odd colors, or similar effects.
Any other questions?
Chapter 13
"Are you sure, Ellen? It looked like you were doing fine."
"And you were AMAZING. So… teach me."
Legolas raised an delicate eyebrow. Darn, why did he have to be SO good looking?
Ellen and Legolas stood away from the camp, and were facing each other. Legolas had his arms crossed, eyebrow arched (he'd been taking lessons from Ellen on how to do 'the look' Scully does), and was peering down at her.
She felt herself blush, as she thought of just grabbing him and kissing him right there. Of course, she wouldn't do it. She may be the Slayer, but she wasn't aggressive by nature.
It was weird. When she was away from him, she felt the normal insecurities. But when she was right next to him, they went away with the gentle humming of the silver cord. It was always present, but not always noticeable.
"So?"
"You know Legolas, she has a point. She REALLY needs to brush up on her archery skills."
Ellen turned to see Herdare appear out of nowhere. She took a similar stance to Legolas's, and gave the elf the Death Glare. "And what is THAT suppose to mean?" She asked, menacingly. She could feel a brief smile caress her lips at his discomfort.
"Just that, you don't seem to have used the bow much. How long ago did you take it up?"
Ellen muttered something under her breath. Herdare's and Legolas's eyes widened in surprise.
"Right before you came here!?" Ellen blushed, but nodded her head.
"I learned the basics the week before we got dumped here. Why?"
"It's just…that…you did well for a first timer. VERY well."
"I usually work with the crossbow."
"What's a crossbow?" Legolas asked, curious.
Ellen produced it in her hands. She found she was getting used to the rings, and was getting better using their powers. Bonnie had warned her not to use them in front of the enemy too much, so that they might be left in the dark.
"Interesting. How does it work?"
So Ellen gave the two elves a brief lesson on crossbows. She fired a few shots, and the elves were impressed with her aim.
Celia spied on them from a bush a few yards away, listening to her CD player. She sat on a log, mindful of the rotting parts where bugs may live. Frodo came and sat beside her, Sam not too far away.
"Celia?" She didn't seem to hear him, and he stared at her headphones curiously. They were the kind that plugged into your ear. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she glanced at him. She took out a plug, "What is it, Frodo?"
"What is that?"
"The Tea Party. (AN: I've heard of them, but never heard their music) It's a group. You know, band music. This thing plays the music." To him a better understanding, she took the plug she was holding, and put it in his ear.
She watched with a smirk as his eyes bugged out. He really was cute. He kind of reminded her of Elijah Woods. He had the same huge and expressive blues, friendly smile, and the small upturned nose. He seemed like a party guy, but acted like a little gentleman. She wished she could take him with her back to their world. THEN, she would have some fun.
After a few minutes, his expression changed, as he began to get used to the music. She watched as his eyebrows drew together adorably, in obvious confusion.
"What's the matter, short man? Can't handle it?"
"No. I can handle it. But the lyrics don't make much sense. They're not very clear."
"You mean, like your music is?"
He nodded, taking the plug out of his ear and handing it back to her.
"But it IS fun to listen to. Thank for sharing that with me."
Celia did not resist the urge to pinch those dimpling cheeks, as he smiled.
"Frodo? What are we doing here." Sam asked.
"Well, I was wondering what you were doing over here, Celia. Are you spying on them again?"
"Yup. Ellen and Leggy found out that they're soulmates. You know, they're meant to be together, as the fates decided."
"So, they've become a couple?"
"Technically. You see, they're not quite a couple, because they don't need to be. You could even call them fiancée's if you wished. I mean, with a moral girl like Ellen, they're bound to be married. Especially before they decide to…um, how should I say this?"
"Bond? Become intimate with each other? Tango? Do unmoral things? Unwed sexual relations?"
"You know, that whole innocent image you gave off? Fooled me. And how do YOU know about the Tango? It's something from OUR world." Celia glared down at the hobbit.
"Well, it was something you mentioned to Elladan before we left. I guessed it had to do with something sexual, seeing as how you are?" The sheepish hobbit didn't seem bothered at the raven haired girls intensified glare.
"What do you MEAN, seeing as how I am?!"
Frodo's eyes wandered as he looked for the right word.
"How about Horny?" Sam offered. Celia blinked. And blinked again.
"I will NEVER again be FOOLED by a hobbit."
"And you place your fingers here, then grip it. First, you want to work with the target. Make as accurate shots as you can." Legolas was practically holding her. His body was leaning against hers, positioning her right for archery. Instead of becoming dizzy with his close proximity, she felt a clarity.
She could feel his mind, touching hers, showing exactly what needed to be done. But being a female, with a different build, she had to make a few adjustments. Legolas smiled as she had to lean back more into his body. He could feel another tingling rush go through him.
"Okay, now, line it up. Fire." The arrow flew from her hands, and landed within the target. The target was a leaf pinned to a tree, and the arrow had embedded itself onto the edge of it. Still very close to the center.
She formed another arrow, and took aim again. She tapped into Legolas's memories of learning the weapon, and released the arrow. It hit dead center.
"Cheater."
"Hey, since when do I cheat?"
"Since now. I felt you in my brain, sneaky little human." His warm breath caressed her ear, and sent chills down her spine.
"So what if I am?" She asked, a little breathless. She felt his chin leave her shoulder, and then his lips touch the curve of her ear, in a tiny kiss.
"Are you going to kiss? OR are we going to get back to the lesson?" Herdare's voice rudely interrupted their little world. Ellen stepped out of Legolas's helpful arms, and took up the pose again, this time without his help. She took fire with a new arrow, rudely shutting out Legolas's mind, and shot it.
It split the arrow in the center.
"What were you saying, Legolas?" She asked in a sing-song voice. Legolas's eyebrows were raised, and both elves had the mouths open in shock. As they continued to stare, she shot arrow after arrow, gaining speed with each one she let loose. The arrows she shot circled the ones in the center, and then she started to make a stick figure.
She heard Celia's familiar laugh, and turned to look at her as soon as she was done. The elves had gained their posture, but the hobbits and men that had seen the last few minutes of her work, felt their mouths hang open.
Celia sauntered up to Ellen, and draped an arm around her. She was glad that Ellen had showed off more of her skill. Some of the guys in their troupe, still had issues about the girls capabilities. She leaned down and whispered into Ellen's ear, loud enough for the others to hear.
"You know, if they leave their mouths open like that for much longer, I'll be tempted to show them how to tongue wrestle. I've always wondered how the hobbits would do…"
"Celia! Gross. Do you have ANY pure thoughts, at ANY time, day or night? Jeeze."
"What was that about cheese?"
Ellen rolled her eyes, but was glad to see the guys regain their posture and stare curiously at Celia. Ce shot Aragorn in particular, a look. It was as if to say, 'don't EVEN try that innocent act with me. You KNOW what I'm talking about'. Aragorn's eyes widened, and he blushed before heading back to camp. Ellen glared at her.
"WHAT? He's MARRIED. He has to have SOME experience." Ellen didn't even want to know.
"Well, Lady Ellen, I do believe the lesson is over for today." Legolas said as he and Herdare returned to camp. The men and hobbits soon followed, leaving behind the two girls and Frodo.
"LADY Ellen. O~kay. SOMEONE is feeling a little insecure. We HAVE to teach Herdie some proper manners."
"What are you talking about now?"
"He interrupted your interlude with Legs. You two haven't had a good cuddle since before we left."
"I know, but…it's like he's a different person on the road. Still sexy looking, though. He seems…in his element."
"Of course! He's an elf!"
"No. That's not what I meant. He likes the traveling, adventure, and the different lands. Lately, I've been content to just watch him…"
Celia rolled her eyes, and watched as Ellen prepared her bed. A smirk grew on her face, as the brunette lay down in it. She turned to look at Frodo, who was taking first watch. "Oh, Frodo?" She said in a sing-song voice, and walked over to him.
Celia sat next to the hobbit, sharing the watch with him. He was staring up at the stars, blue eyes twinkling in the fire light. It was cool out, and Celia felt a shiver run through her. Frodo turned to the raven haired girl, concern in his face. She turned to look at him.
"What?" She asked, a little uncomfortable for some reason.
"You look cold."
She looked unconcerned, staring off into the woods. "Just a little nippy."
Frodo smiled at her stubbornness. He grabbed his blanket from the pack at his feet, and tucked it around her shoulders. She started, looking at him in alarm, before relaxing. He adjusted the warm blanket, till she was cocooned in it. Their breaths mingled, warming each others lips in the cool air of the night, as they looked at each other. Neither one pulled away.
"So, is our deal still on?" She asked, suddenly breathless. She had never before realized how much sex appeal he had. He had no cheeky smile now, and his eyes were hooded. Oh, yeah, he's DEFINITELY appealing, she thought. Curly brown hair, almost as dark as Ellen's, over pointed ears. Heavy lidded blue eyes…fine boned face…warm hands…
"Yeah, it's still on." His lips brushed hers as he spoke. Tingling with the sensation of touching him, she leaned forward, and kissed him. Tiny sparks started on her lips, before traveling down her being. She was surprised to feel him deepen the kiss a little, and hold her more firmly against him.
A snort issued from one of the hobbits, as he turned over in his sleep, and Celia pulled back. His eyes reflected the stars, as he gazed at her. He may have been shorter than her, but he didn't seem it at all in the darkness, with the fire light barely reaching them. She felt a buzzing inside of herself, as he smiled at her.
He leaned in again, and Celia found herself doing the same.
"I think it's time to wake Ellen and Legolas." Celia ventured from the warmth. She and Frodo were now sharing the blanket, staring up at the sky together. She looked at him, preferring to see the starlight in his eyes, then the sky.
He blinked, not removing his gaze. "I thought we were suppose to wake Herdare for the next watch." He asked with a knowing smile on his face.
"We were, but he'd understand the cause." She stated. Frodo's blue eyes turned to look at her, a mischievous glint in them. He kissed her cheek fondly, before standing up, and heading over to Legolas. Celia got up and went over to wake Ellen. The brunette was in a deep sleep, legs and arms wrapped around a body pillow.
Ellen had made the pillow herself. The purple, yellow and mauve butterflies on a black background, made her look so innocent. Celia wondered if she was dreaming of Legolas. She smiled slyly before shaking her awake roughly.
"Huh, what?" Ellen's tired eyes tried to open, as she sat up. Her eyes focused on Celia, still waking up.
"Your shift." Was all Celia said as she made her way over to her own bedding.
"Frodo, you wake him, and your dead meat." Ellen warned, seeing the hobbit next to the sleeping elf. Frodo shrugged his shoulders, and then settled on own his blankets.
By the time she found a stone to sit on, off the dampening grass, she was fully awake. She looked up at the moon, guessing it to be late at night. About eleven or so. She stared off at the colored darkness between the stars, losing herself in the vastness of it.
She yawned, a little bored, but enjoying the peace. She was from New England, therefore used to the chill, and didn't need a blanket or coat. The wind picked up into a gentle breeze, making her cheeks begin to glow pink and her hair drift a little.
She was thinking of getting her book, 'Scarlet', when she felt the presence of a vampire. She stood, taking a defensive position, and looked into the trees. Her honed Slayer senses picked up something from the trees, and she looked up into the branches. Her eyes met crimson ones. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, taking in the lone figure.
She watched as he turned, and walked into the darkness. She was curious, but didn't want to leave an unguarded camp. She quickly walked over to the sleeping black wolf, and shook him awake.
"Damon, I'm going to check something out. Stay here and watch camp." She left no room for argument, and walked off into the darkness. The wolf yawned, and got up from the sleeping red head.
*Be careful*, he warned. She cast one more glance over her shoulder, and saw him start to patrol the area, blending in perfectly with the darkness. She turned, and stepped out of sight of the camp fire.
The tall vampire stood there, eyes gleaming in the dark, waiting for her. His black hair was loose, and the wind lifted it up in a liquid wave. His pale skin shone lightly in the darkness, from the moonlight. He saw her approach, and he turned back into the darkness, his dark clothing helping him to disappear.
Ellen stood for a moment, unsure. Common Sense told her not to go, but instinct said yes. The wind blew the silky fabric of her PJs around freshly shaven legs, as she stood there. The soft grass and stray sticks dug into her bare feet. Finally, taking one last glance at the hidden camp ground, she walked into the darkness. It was the last time she saw it.
A/N: I am SO sorry that I haven't updated in a while, and I hope your still sticking with the story. I've kind of had writer's block on top of school stuff, and was hoping I wasn't ALREADY getting tired of writing LOTR fiction. I started another Vampie fic, this one a Harry Potter one. Yes, yes. I know. How COULD I? And right in the middle of working on THIS one. *cowers* Sorry. I just added a BUNCH of Harry Potter kitties to my gallery. Let me know if you have trouble linking there.
As it is, I won't be graduating with my class this year. *sighs sadly* But I still have to pass as many classes as possible. Hopefully I can get a Diploma before we start the move to Las Vegas. My dad is SO set on that. Any one live there? *asks hopefully* I HATE it when I get so sick. It happens EVERY year, right before winter. Damn SAD.