Hell is empty and all the devil's are here.
-William Shakespeare(It has been a day in Mirkwood,but almost a month in the '80s realm.)
The overwhelming hordes of evil that once threatened to take over the realms are each represented here.
Four Nazgul stand at the ready,on horseback,guarding this enormous cloud,also known as Ring Wraiths.Once human kings, they became corrupted spirits, now forever bound and enslaved by the One Ring,and Sauron.
Empty,ruthless souls.
When alive,they appear at the most inopportune moments, as creatures draped in black cloth with their faces,if indeed,they have them,hidden by a deep hood.A aura of terror surrounds them,known as the Black Breath,and their screams can strike terror in the bravest of men.Some have fallen dead from the sound of it.
This cloud.The most vast the king had ever laid eyes upon, luminous and hazy, thick like cotton,yet ever changing.
No man nor creature can assume stealth mode quite like the Elfen king when he desires to.He was known for disappearing,then reappearing at will in his youth.A handy trick when life as the Elfkings heir became more than he could bare.
He would have to utilize this skill now,if he was ever see his love again.It would be a fantastic,near impossible leap for a ordinary man.Yet,the king,taking long strides, leaping with agility, landed directly in front of the infamous Tridus,without as much as a sound,or shift in the clouds surface.
He stood stock still for a moment.
Tridus The Butcher.The destroyer of civilizations.He killed off just as many of his own as he did those of other realms.Brutal, methodical, without conscience. Thranduil stared into his eyes, looking for any semblance of a soul,yet found none.
No one has ever got this close to a Ring Wraith to see their face,nor
would they desire to.Greyish skin stretched taunt over their skulls, protruding dead
reddish eyes,lipless mouths closed in a firm line.Tridus drew his sword,slicing the air around him.
Thranduil barely moved in time,
known for being supernaturally
quick,leaning back,his head almost touching the cloud below."Elf."Tridus stated matter-factly.
"Ridiculous."the Nazgul standing nearest proclaimed assuredly,
"Impossible."Thranduil slowly began stepping away,never making a sound.
"Your wrong,"Tridus continued,"I
smell it."he said,sniffing through
holes where nostrils should be."Stand fast,Tridus. Cease this nonsense."
Thranduil stayed his course, moving farther along the border.
It was a obstacle course of the foulest,and most dangerous creatures, expelled from the realms.One worse than the other.
Warlord Orcs,once elves, corrupted by Sauron,standing like
living statues.He recognized many.He kept moving,as one announced,"We are not alone!"
Visaous stood at the ready, watching the scene unfold before him, knowing it would be any moment,and his path would change forever.
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It didn't happen,did it?
I racked my brain,trying to remember.Nothing.The last thing I recall was the kick and blacking out.
Okay.Lets think this through, rationally.Either I am married and having the Elfkings child,while a demigod is poising as my psychiatrist,or the egotistical ex regional kickboxing champion, Todd, who's always despised me, attacked ,then raped me,as I lie unconscious,pissed that I,a mere woman,beat him.
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The Vampire Elf King
Fanfic(Book 2 of The Elf King trilogy) The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course,Tolkien,and of Marvels Loki Series.The new are my own creation,a continuation of those stories.I take no credit for Tolkien's or Marvels bodies of...