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LORD! IT'S A RING!
Part Two: More Chaos
(1 hour later…)
All over Hellsing, pandemonium ensued.
The Dining Hall"MY PRECIOUSSSSS… HE MUSSSSST HAVE IT!"
"You are crazeeee!"
Pip cried out as the lanky creature pounced on him, knocking him onto the floor. The Frenchman tried to push it off, but Gollum had its grimy fingers firmly clenched around his neck. The obsessed creature lowered its face, its huge, pale eyes locked onto Pip's.
"THE RING! THE RING! WHERE ISSSSSS IT!"
Pip struggled, but the weight of the thing on his chest kept him pinned to the floor. The gun in his hand was out of bullets, but he used it to try and beat at Gollum. He called out to a fellow officer.
"Offizer Victoria!"
A short distance away, Seras was having some trouble of her own. Her Halconnen long out of ammunition as well, she was now using it to protect herself. She swung it at a charging orc, successfully smashing it into its skull. The orc tumbled onto the dining table, then rolled onto the floor.
"I'm a little busy right now-ahhhhhh!"
Seras cried out as another orc grabbed her from behind, its powerful grip trapping her arms. The Halconnen slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. The ugly brute snarled as she struggled, and the Draculina winced as its putrid breath hit her face.
Suddenly, there was a whistling sound. Something flashed past her line of vision.
There was a growl of pain as the arms around the young vampire loosened abruptly. Then, as Seras turned to look, the orc fell backwards and crashed to the floor.
It was dead, an arrow sticking out of its forehead.
"Are you all right?"
Seras glanced upwards to see a young man with chiseled features and steady eyes looking down at her. He long blond air tumbled down his back, and slightly pointed ears stuck out on either side of his head. In his right hand he clasped a bow, and as he spoke he retrieved another arrow.
"I… I'm fine."
(Behind them…)
Pip had managed to get up. However, he was hopping on his left leg while shaking his right one.
Gollum was clinging to the latter like a leech, refusing to let go.
"I.-DON'T-HAVE-ANY-RING!"
"HE LIEEEESSSSSS!"
(Meanwhile…)
The vampire and the elf faced each other now, both oblivious to the intense battle between the soldiers and orcs that raged around them. Seras could feel herself blushing.
The elf bowed.
"I am Legolas, Prince of the Elves."
Seras hesitated for a moment before replying.
"My…my name is Seras."
(In the background…)
Pip was still shouting for help as Gollum began to climb up onto his shoulders.
"Giveeeeeesss it to usssssssss!"
"Zeeeerrraaazzz!"
Gollum grabbed Pip's braid and yanked hard.
"OW!"
(Back to our happy couple…)
She continued to gaze at the elf prince, ignoring the sound of gunshots, the clash of metal, the shouting, and the pleas for help from a certain captain.
"This is no place for a maiden such as yourself."
Seras looked coyly down at the floor. She could feel herself melting into a puddle under his appraising gaze.
"Please don't call me that…"
(In the background…)
Pip was running around, Gollum's arms now wrapped around his head.
"GET OFF! GET OFF!"
"THE RIIIIIING! THE RIIIIIIIING!"
(Legolas and Seras again…)
"…I am no-Captain Bernadette!"
The captain had collapsed beside them. He was panting hard, his face slightly blue. At the base of a nearby wall, Gollum lay unconscious in a crumpled heap.
Seras raced to his side, concern evident all over her face.
"Are you all right? Captain Bernadette, speak to me!"
The exhausted mercenary gave her a lopsided smile.
"Fine…fine… Nevere better."
And then he passed out in her arms.
In Front of the Main Staircase"Eleven!"
"Fourteen!"
"Sixteen!"
Walter merrily flicked his wrist. With that one movement, near-invisible steel wires slashed through the air, slicing appendages and other things that came into its path.
Another body landed heavily on the floor.
"Twelve!" he called out to his two comrades fighting beside him.
The short and stocky man to his right grunted in recognition. He had a large beard that nearly obscured his face, save his small and determined eyes. Though not impressive in stature, the helmet and armour that he donned made him look formidable indeed.
In addition to all that, he wielded a large battleaxe, which he brought down upon the head of an orc.
"Not bad at all, stranger. Fifteen!"
Over to Walter's left, there came another shout.
"Is that the best you can do, Gimli? Seventeen!"
The tall and slim man who said this was sliding a bloody sword out of a dead body. He had black, matted hair and sported a short beard. Aragorn flicked back his black cloak with a nonchalant air, straightening quickly as another orc came rushing at him from the side.
It was all over in one swift blow.
THUD!"Eighteen."
"That's Aragorn for you. Nothing but a show-off."
"You're a sore loser, dwarf."
The three of them were standing back to back, fending off a band of Sauron's minions. Though superior in numbers, they still had a long way to go when it came to fighting skill.
"Thirteen!" cried Walter with barely-concealed amusement as his wires brought down one more of their number. .
This is much more fun than serving tea all day…
In the Hallway Leading to the Sitting Room
Where is that godforsaken vampire?
Integra mentally cried out as she ran down the hallway, passing the huge ancestral portraits and a stately grandfather's clock.
Just a few paces behind her, something was catching up. The noise of pursuit reached her ears.
Damn. I thought I'd lost it in the fray back there.
Indeed, in her haste to get away from the Ringwraith, the Hellsing Director had ceased to be surprised at the fact that orcs had overrun the mansion. She had spent the last hour fleeing from the creature, dashing through rooms and corridors, dodging swords, bullets and an orc or two.
To make things worse, just a few minutes ago, the Ringwraith had been reunited with its equally demonic-looking steed.
Now she was heading for the sitting room. Located on the ground floor of the mansion, it would prove to be a possible dead end for her unless she could get out through the windows and into the back garden.
Nearly there… Just through those doors.
Behind her, the ring of hooves slamming against the floor only grew louder.
She pulled open the tall, dusty doors and entered the enormous room. It had a high ceiling, with elegant Renaissance art pieces gracing its walls. Pale sunlight slanted in through the windows along one side, falling upon the sheet-covered leather furniture and the old fireplace that was the centerpiece. The place had not been used since her father's death ten years ago.
Panting hard from all the exertion, she went to the nearest window, desperately turning the latch.
It was rusted shut.
She tried the rest in turn, putting all of her remaining strength into it.
All of them failed to open.
She moved in front of the fireplace, reaching under her jacket and pulling out a small pistol. Her eyes narrowed as her mind contemplated her current circumstances. She gazed at the adjacent wall as she thought hard.
There's no point breaking the glass. The gaps between the window frames are too narrow for me to pass through.
The sound of beating hooves swelled and then abruptly stopped, drawing the blond woman's attention back towards the entrance to the sitting room.
Wonderful.
There the Ringwraith appeared, its hood nearly touching the top of the doorframe. It was seated high upon a jet-black horse that snorted and pawed at the ground, the animal's nail-embedded hooves scratching the floor. Without any perceptible movement on the part of its rider, the horse suddenly moved forward until it was in the room but in front of the doorway.
The only exit was now truly blocked.
The Ringwraith slid off the horse in one fluid motion and glided forward, its cloak billowing slightly around it as it moved. In the claws of its right hand, it hefted the same sword she had glimpsed earlier.
Bullets don't seem to harm it…
But I've got nowhere to go…She raised her gun.
I'm trapped like a rat.
Her finger rested on the trigger.
But I won't go down without a fight.
She squeezed it, and gunfire exploded from the weapon.
Just a few paces in front of her, the Ringwraith continued to approach, relentless in its pursuit of the one ring.
Integra stepped backwards, continuing to fire until the inevitable happened.
ClickNo.
Her left shoe hit the grate of the fireplace with a dull clang.
As if on cue, the Ringwraith suddenly dashed forward, raising its sword in preparation for the kill.
Integra threw her arm up to shield herself.
Then she felt something cold grab her…and everything went black.
Author's Note:
More LOTR characters, and more mayhem ensues.
I basically just wanted to throw the Hellsing and LOTR bunch together to see what would happen.
But the problem is, I got carried away and now I have to think of how to explain this. Haha.
Actually I do have a reason, but it's so incredibly stupid and lame. Help! I'm not sure if I should put it down…
Oh well, in the mean time, do review. We'll just wait and see.
