Author: Mind-Mage
Summary: Phoebe gets pregnant with Cole's child and a Prophecy of the Two Children of Power is made, only the Angels of Destiny's plans have to change as Phoebe unknowingly happens to change there plans with a botched up Abortion Spell, this story will eventually Crossover to LotR.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Lord of the Rings.
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Two Children of Prophecy
Chapter Fourteen: The South Downs
Dante groaned he had felt like he had been awake for weeks lying in bed and then forced to get up for school, all his limbs were like lead weights and his head was a spinning top, he sat up and looked around blearily wondering were the hell he was, then he remembered the Elders and his Exile, he groaned and looked around in his new home world, it was green at least, he turned after standing up, he looked up at the large hills that had bee behind him, he looked ahead and saw that there was a large grassland with clumps of trees in front of him, he blinked and focused ahead of him, there was smoke in the distance, maybe a fire or an old village, he focused and tried to Shimmer, the operative word being 'TRIED' he phased and moved around three centimetres, he gapped as he realized that he couldn't Shimmer, he growled and tried to Dark Orb he didn't even move, he barley turned into orbs as he collapsed his Demonic Energies lowered significantly enough to make him feel weak, very weak, he sighed and created a Energy Ball, thankfully it worked but there was a stronger drain then normal and he fell to his knees, his Wiccan-Half was slightly more active and slightly stronger but his body was Demonic not Wiccan so he was physically impaired, he laid down as he realised until he recovered he never make it to the village.
It was three hours later that Dante was starting to get frightened, he had always healed fast and he had always recovered Demonic energy quickly but know he had recovered barley any and he was still weak, he needed to get to a healer maybe there was an injury that was draining him and it wasn't allowing him to recover, he tried to get up but slipped and landed his stomach, he cried out in shock as a sting of pain lanced into his throat, his eyes rolled as he felt the demonic energy shoot into his system causing pleasure and euphoria flared in him, he grabbed at his neck when he finished and pulled out his Amulet of Athame out and blinked as he realised that he had forgotten about his extra Demonic Powers, he stood he could feel the strength and energy building again, maybe he wasn't used to not having all of his Demonic Energy, as his power hadn't fully bloomed, the power he had know was only strong because of his extra powers, he shouldn't gain the power he had know and more till he was around twenty.
He tried his teleportation powers again, and Dark Orbing was impossible and Shimmering he could only do at short distances, he couldn't use them here like he could in his own realm, though all his other powers worked it was a little harder to control his Wiccan Powers and they seemed a little stronger but his Demonic ones worked though they drained more power, he walked slowly his powers had started to work again but his body still felt heavy, maybe the gravity was stronger here, but he still didn't feel right, and he never had been sick before, so he was worried, he remembered to place a Glamour over his eyes before he continued, it took him more than a few hours before he saw a really small village up ahead maybe an hour away.
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Freyulla sighed another hour of the day gone, she was starting to wear her self down helping to set a permanent settlement was hard gruelling work and she worked all hours of the day, although she was a healer or what passed for one, she had a great knowledge of herbs and mixing drinks and swathing wounds with the right liquids to heal and stop wounds from becoming infested, that was all she did, that's why she had decided to come to this place they needed a healer but also some extra pair of hands and that was what she wanted a challenge, well she had been challenged know she wanted rest, she lifted the pail of water from the river and headed over to the her tent/house thing that went by as a structure, she sat and washed her hands and stretched she had a few hours rest before the camp/village woke, she laid down and closed her eyes… 'thump' her eye twitched and snarl made its way onto her face she was about to shout to the loud lump that was moving around when she heard a pained groan.
Bad Healer or not they all had the same instinct, someone in pain, try and help, she stood up quicker than even she thought possible, she left her… dwelling and looked around it was dark but the sky was a touch lighter then a few minutes ago, she looked and saw a collapsed man, as she rushed to his side she realised he was younger than expected but still a man, she knew he was too heavy for her so she took his bags inside out the way, he was new and didn't need his things stolen by some of the ruffians here, she went back and called to Halluloc he was a strong bloke and was gentle and caring despite his ruff appearance, "Oi, Hallu got a newin in pain over here, give'is a hand" she heard a grunt and a large silhouette from a large fellow from up near one of the fires, she watched him lumber forward to her, "after ye get him in get Raolld he needs to know there someone injured come in.
Halluloc lifted the young one into the healers tent and laid him down next to the lamp and left for the leaders tent Raolld liked to know everything happening, he walked to him and grabbed the twitch fellows shoulder ducking the crazy blokes unsharpened sword scowling and said, "there a young lad appeared passed out over by the healers tent, you might want to question him tomorrow, or when he wakes," Raolld scowled "I know that you oaf, leave the thinking to me," Raolld went back to sleep muttering as Halluloc also went to bed his chores done.
Freyulla stripped the lad ignoring his anatomy with practiced ease and checked for any wounds, no stabbings slashes, any bad poisoned scrapes, nothing, she checked his eyes, they were blank not telling her anything of her patient she sighed, he wasn't smelling of vomit so he hadn't eaten anything funny, he was limp, but there wasn't any calluses or anything on his hands, she was wondering if he was a rich kid running away or something, someone his age would at least have work related calluses only the richer families didn't have the skin toughening that workers had, he was defiantly needing some water, his mouth was dry, and he was shivering almost uncontrollably, plus he had no bruising or any old wounds that she could find, apart from water and the lack of warmth he was fine.
She ladled some water into his mouth thankful he automatically swallowed, 'definitely not a solider then,' they were trained to get rid of reflex actions that could see them poisoned, he wasn't dressed as a Ranger but maybe like them he was just exhausted from a really long journey, she fed him more water and waited and watched for some sign of wakening, she watched his shivering slow and some colour return but he stayed unconscious she sighed and decided to call it a night and went to sleep.
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Dante opened his eyes, he remembered that walk the last hour he was walking felt endless, after the energy boost and euphoria had fully disappeared his energy had started to fall again and he didn't know why, he sensed that his energy had stabilized around half-way what it used to be when he had all his powers, well the activated ones, it seemed almost as if his demonic magic wasn't enough to fill his body like the space or potential for more had gotten bigger but his magic stopped… 'Moving' he thought panicking, his magic always moved around his body but it seemed as though the space inside his body was bigger than it was before meaning that his energy WAS full but it wasn't filling like before and was having trouble moving inside of him because it was confused, 'oh shit' he tried moving it but he had never tried before and it didn't seem to work, he would have to learn how to make his magic flow or he'd be weak for the rest of his life.
Dante finally managed to stand, his earlier sensing had told him he was in a relatively small settlement, and there was a sleeping female not that far from him, and he was surprisingly naked as well, he concentrated on finding his things, thankfully a few magical items in his bag told him were it was and that it was moved just out of sight as well as his clothes, he sighed and concentrated on some heavy material trousers that seemed from the dark ages thankfully while the material may have been from the dark ages the cut was not he decided that a simple material belt and iron buckle would fit and decided to forgo a shirt the trouser were weighing him down enough as it was already, he stretched and grimaced as his back popped, he sighed and decided that a few spell's and minor changes were in order, he strained his Demonic Shapeshifting to change a few of the Asian traits on his face by the look of the tired woman the people were more like a cross between Vikings and Old English people, ready for battle but with a sense of English monotony thrown in as well, weird, he kept his hair black, his face more American looking and updated the glamour from dull brown to a awake like, brown green colour, then he shifted so he was taller and strengthened his muscles as much as he could with the limited energy, he'd need the normal strength of the muscle to be able to move, he looked more athletic than normal but not that different.
Dante looked at the woman those voice/s in the tunnel told him it was… the second age, and that it was 1692 what ever that meant, though he could speak Westron, he didn't know how to though maybe he would activate it when the people spoke otherwise he was knackered, he'd have to learn a language from scratch without a base language to work with, though he was pretty good with languages already though, he sighed, he walked over to the woman and shook her shoulder, she like he was a few minutes ago laid on an assortment of firs, he hadn't noticed it himself he was to busy sensing.
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Freyulla had a rude awakening as she felt a hand shake her shoulder, she looked up to see an unfamiliar face she blinked and it took a few moments to realise that it was the boy from last night, she blinked again she was sure he looked different but she was so tired last night that she was probably imagined it, she sighed and said "Good morning, are you feeling any better," the man seemed to frown, before grabbing his head in pain, she jumped up and steered him to his bed and sat him down checking his temperature of his skin, it was normal, she looked at him in confusion before she blinked as he spoke haltingly, like he had never spoken Westron in a while, "I… err… Feel Very Weak, err, and I have a headache."
She nodded and left the tent, she walked over to the early waking men and got some stew from over the fire for herself and the young man, she walked to the tent and said "Eat, get your strength back, you have to see the Man in charge, I found you in a heap outside the outskirts of the camp," Dante nodded.
Bloody Hell, it was like someone had turned the light switch inside his head he suddenly knew a new language and strangely enough it sounded like a bit like Welsh crossed with French with an Irish accent he groaned, he would sound like a fool for the next few years trying to sound like he was speaking the local language, and failing terribly, the woman seemed a bit brisk but was nice enough but he knew better than to ask what was in the food he had seen road kill stews before and he had no compulsion to ask what a pre-tech world ate unless they forced him to listen.
He wondered what was happening he remembered a little of what he saw last night an this seemed to be a semi-permanent settlement so why call it a camp, and he wondered if this leader was a nice man or a hard ass that was going to give him trouble, the last thing he needed was to resort to using Demonic powers not with the problems with it at the moment, he looked to the young woman and asked, "What's your name? mine's Dante" the woman nodded but seemed confused by the name, "I'm Freyulla, I'm the Healer here, I create the best herb tea and poultices so I'm on healer duty," Dante nodded maybe he could teach her about some of the herbs he knew he had a storage of seeds in his pack that he could grow in case he needed them, as he didn't know if this world would have any, "I'm a lost traveller, I was home schooled and I've never been out other than some hunting, so when we err… were attacked I was the only survivor, I didn't have any maps so I wondered," he hoped she believed the lie it was the best he could think of considering he nothing of the world apart from the year and it's name Arda.
Freyulla nodded, she had expected as much, he seemed the type, she smiled and said "you should stay, we are from a group of settlers from the outskirts of Ered Luin the mountain range to the West, we were also attacked by those foul creatures the Orcs, a scourge if their ever was one, we will be getting more people within the next three years or so, we are a camp for now but are trying to build a settlement but the leader is more interested in relaxing and woman then to direct the men in anything more than cleaning the area and collecting food and such," he nodded, the leader sounded more or a louse then a leader but then again America had elected Bill Clinton for president, "maybe… I have nowhere else, maybe I could help in setting this place up, I have a health problem but it should get better with time," she nodded and replied "you'll be a hit with the women they don't like the burly type's that we brought to set this place up with, they either have to deal with the Raolld or the guards, a bunch of ruffians, welcome to Bree-Land"
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End of Chapter: R&R
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Book of Shadows, Mind-Mage Style!!
Arda: also known as Middle-Earth, the Voices if you haven't guessed were the Valar, pretty much demi-gods created by the Eru Illuvatar the GOD.
1692 S.A: One year before the War of the Elves and Sauron. In the Second Age, Around 5,500 years BEFORE Lord of the Rings, remember Dante is Eternal like elves and there are elves like Galadriel that are far older as they were created as Arda was, By the Anuir and Valar.
Freyulla: The camps healer, a young but kind woman, she doesn't think herself much a healer as she only mixes herbs to dull or lessen fevers and thing like that, also she has seen Elven Healers at work before so she realises that she's at the lower end of the skill range.
Halluloc: A slow but very strong man, he's kind but lumbers around a bit, not like the others that are women hungry, greedy males of the camp, he could be one of the better men of the camp.
Raolld: A lousy leader but strong willed when there's danger to the ones he's looking after, he's one of the older men in camp and a war veteran, he's lived through numerous Orc attacks and is known to swing first and ask questions later, and is quite twitchy.
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If you have any questions please ask?
If you need clarification on a point or something mentioned and I'll answer in the next Chapter.
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Chapters maybe a little slower as I have to take into account 5,500 thousand years of future history to not muddle up, though there will be time skips and flashbacks later on in a few chapters. This will be mainly feature around the actual War of the Ring, I want to establish Dante into Middle-Earths History because the big finishing of the this book or a sequel is after the War of the Ring and will be based in the Fourth Age, but no more Spoilers.
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