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Fire, darkness, smoke. That was all Theron could see. Looking to the ground he could see that he was wearing his full Dragon scale armour, but it was broken and ripped into pieces and he was beyond amazed that it was still holding onto his body, he was holding his right side with his left arm as his blood began to pour from a large wound making him dizzy and weak. Looking down to the ground he could see that it was made from rock, black and sizzling. The smoke was all around him, it was so thick. He couldn't tell if he was outside or inside some cave, or stone building.

"SERANA!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He can't remember ever feeling fear like this before. He stopped and span around on the spot, looking for any sign of his wife "SERANA!" he shouted again, this time with the thu'um. The very ground shook with his ferocity. With every second that was wasted he grew more and more desperate "LOR-VAH-KOOR" even the smoke that seemed to be acting out of its own free will couldn't stand against his voice.

Turning around a small archway was cleared leaving a tunnel through the smoke, a small figure was standing off in the distance. Theron felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her.

Serana was in no better shape than he was, she had a long slash on her shoulder going down in her hand, a large bruise covered her eye. The black cloak that was once able to cover her entire body was torn to shreds "I'm here Theron" she said turning her body half way to face him, what had him so worried was that she wasn't looking at him. Not even glancing in his direction, she was looking at something in her hands.

And Theron saw it, he knew what it was "no" he said to himself as he saw the light glance off the small object she was fondling. A small completely minuscule golden ring, it was then he realized where they were. They were exactly where they needed to be, at the place where it all began for Middle Earth "Serana, LET GO OF THAT!" he started to run towards her as fast as his legs could carry him. He couldn't even think anymore, he was so close, they were so close. All they had to do was drop it into the fire but it wasn't that easy, the ring, it... spoke to you, convinced you that you needed it.

"Pain" A loud, deep, grovel voice spoke and it made his heart stop. He would always know that voice, no matter how much time would pass or how much he would change, he would always know that voice "Agony" a large four fingered claw lifted up from a red abyss behind her "My hatred burns in the cavernous deeps" that was when he saw him, that was when Theron saw his rival, his ultimate enemy, his destiny "The world heaves with my torment" The bigger, stronger and more powerful head of Akatoshs' first born rose from the glowing red abyss. He was so different yet so similar, the thing that stood out the most was his jaw "It's wretched kingdoms quake, beneath my rage" He got a new one, it looked like silver but he doubted it was something so weak. The large head was followed by the armoured neck "you stuck me in Oblivion for an eternity of hell" his smoking, fiery red eyes looked down to Serana who still stood unmoving looking down at the ring "now welcome to yours"

The second those words left her mouth he knew what was coming next "NNNOOO!" he shouted as he saw a red glow admit from the bottom of what he could see of the neck and up to his mouth. Serana's eyes finally lifted up from the ring and met Theron's own. He reached out to her as he ran begging her to move, but all she did was give him a small smile before a massive wave of flames engulfed her.

Theron shot up from the bed faster than ever, in the one hand was a ball of fire and in the other waves of electricity ready to fired at a moment's notice to melt the skin off anyone who was a threat. There wasn't, looking around he saw that he was still in the same room he and Serana where sent too for sleep as it was dark when they finally arrived at the city of Rivendell, at least he thought it was a city, honestly it just looked like one big house to him.

It wasn't until he felt a hand placed on his arm that he snapped out of his combat and warrior focus, turning his head he saw Serana. Her head still rested against the pillow as she looked up at him, without any words spoken she calmed him down. Using her vampiric strength, she reached up for his shoulder and pulled him back down, not that he offered that much residents. He could feel sweat drip down his head as it hit the pillow.

Without any hesitation she scooted closer towards him and rested her head against his shoulder. With her other hand she reached out for his, not caring for the deadly flame still held within it but as the contact was made, it quickly died out. She leaned forward and rested her head in the crook of his neck "it's ok" she said in a gentle voice "no matter what happens, it'll be ok as long as we stick together" Theron closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her shoulder holding her close.

He listened to her and he believed her, he really did. But even then, after everything he's been through, after everyone he's fought and defeated. He was always the one Theron feared most, even after he was killed the very idea that he might one day return is what kept Theron awake for many nights, it is what made him consider becoming a vampire for immortality, so that if he one day did return, he would be there to stop him. He closed his eyes and tried his best to rid himself of the very idea that he might one day return, or if he already has.

After a long and restless night on sleep, Serana and Theron where awoken by the sound of someone entering the room. Looking up they saw it was the elven woman they met yesterday. Arwen "it's time. Lord Elrond is ready to see you now" she spoke.

It only took about a minute or two before they were dressed and since they didn't have any other form of clothing but at the same time wanted to give a friendly impression. Theron decided to take the armour plates off the armour leaving only the simple tunic undershirt left. Serana didn't have to do anything really considering she wore robes, as much as they both knew it wasn't the best idea, she kept her hood up. She couldn't help it and Theron didn't blame her considering that it seemed the elves didn't believe in walls or windows; the sun was shining everywhere.

It didn't take long for them to reach the throne room of the elven Kingdom and as Theron might have expected they were not alone. Once he and Serana entered, the first thing they saw was the guards. Six of them on each side of the room, much like in Tamriel they wore a bright golden armour but what surprised Theron was how still and quite they were, they were like statues. When he looked, he couldn't even see their eyes move, which... he wasn't going to lie, a little impressive. As the pair looked to the end of the room what they saw was even more surprising.

A throne, but one not nearly as large and extravagant as they were expecting. A simple pointed chair above some steps, on that chair was someone they could only assume was this Lord Elrond they've heard so much about. He wore a long red robe and had a small silver circlet on his head. Theron and Serana both stopped in the middle of the room, Serana herself turning her head slightly away from the light of the sun, using her hood as a shield.

Arwen moved forward and stood beside the king, there was a moment of silence as the four starred at each other. Theron didn't doubt that he was already told about where he and Serana claimed to be from "this was not something I expected when I was told a person managed to hold off not just one but all of the nine" he said in a deep voice. The pair didn't say anything to that, didn't even know what they would say. Elrond's eyes landed on Theron "and I've been told you can perform magic, that you're a wizard. Is there truth to these words?" he asked with a calm voice.

"there is" Theron said just in a calm voice "my blade is enchanted with powerful magical properties as is my amour, both are armours" he gestured to Serana "and I've spent years in the practise and study of the magical arts. As has my wife"

Elrond nodded at him "yes, the hobbits have said as much. What I find the most interesting about you your claim to be from a land beyond middle earth. Can you please explain that?" he requested.

"there isn't much to explain lord Elrond. My wife and I were chosen to come to this land and help against the coming darkness. When we first arrived here, we weren't sure where to begin but the encounter with the... nine? And hearing about this... Sauron, we believe he is the threat we were told about" he explained as best he can, in the corner of his eye he could see Serana nodded slightly agreeing to his words "if Sauron is not to blame for this evil, then the Nazgul are at least connected to it. They seemed to radiate dark magic, bringing back a simple dead body is one thing. But these Nazgul were powerful, I only know one or two people apart from myself that is capable of doing something like that and I know they're not here" he added as his mind went to his mother in law Valerica, the dark elf mage Neloth and maybe Phinis Gestor.

All of them skilled mages. Valerica, an ancient vampire lord with thousands of years to hone her skills. Neloth, a dark elf famous amongst his people due to his magic prowess and Phinis Gestor, his own teacher in conjuration. Ture he wasn't a hundred percent sure he could create a being that powerful but at the same time he couldn't say it was impossible.

If he wasn't so deep in thought he would have noticed how every elf in the room seemed to tense. It wasn't until Serana slightly nudged him that he seemed to see the guards around the room place their hands on the hilts of their weapons. Without even realizing it Theron opened his hands and was ready to let the magic flow through them, before anything could happen Elrond raised his hand and all the guards instantly fell back to their original stance "perhaps I miss heard you. Did you say that you are skilled in the practise of necromancy?"

"yes" Theron answered honestly "though it is outlawed practically every government in terminal expect in certain circumstance, it is still taught within the few magical collages"

"ah, I believe this is where I join the conversation" a new voice said.

Serana and Theron both turned around to see who spoke. They both raised an eyebrow at who they saw. It was an old man, with the largest beard either of them has ever seen, grey robes along with the same coloured pointy hat. What got Theron attention the most was the wooden stick in his right hand but anyone with even the slightest bit of magical talent could tell it was a staff, and with their magical insight they could also tell it was powerful. Around staff of Magnus level powerful which isn't something to laugh at.

"Gandalf" Elrond said standing up and moving to intercept the older man, the two shook hands before facing Theron.

"so, you're Gandalf?" Theron said "this wizard the Hobbits were all talking about"

"yes, I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey" he said walking up to Theron, right in his face. Theron couldn't help but lean back slightly with an uncomfortable expression "and those Hobbits have told me a great deal about you. A powerful wizard they say you claim to be"

Theron took a step back and looked him up and down "a wizard isn't the term I usually use. But that is the general idea, I am very well versed in the magical arts as is my wife" he explained.

"even in the dark magic of necromancy?" he asked with an unease in his voice.

"yes" he answered without hesitation "every time I see something or learn something new, I make it my mission to master it because sometimes the world needs someone who is willing to do what it takes to save it. I learnt, I mastered necromancy in order to stop a monster who was planning to destroy the sun" he regretted saying that the second it left his mouth.

When he did, he saw Serana shiver slightly, it was something he knew she wasn't comfortable with that topic. But he was right and it was necessary, and it was a good thing to because when it was time to fight with Harkon, the vampire summoned a large force of undead to aid him when Theron and Serana began to turn the tide. It was only due to Theron's study in necromancy that he was able to summon a force just as good to even the odds.

That and the dragon within him, He's Dragonborn, he has the urges of other Dovah, the urges to conquer and dominate everything he sees. Thankfully he's able to keep those at bay but the will and the tenacity he has to acquire as much power and knowledge he could, that he couldn't help.

Gandalf nodded at him before circling Theron taking in every detail about how he looks "and how does your land deal with magic?" he asked.

Theron shared a glance with Serana who herself turned to face Elrond "perhaps it would be best if we talk about this in a more private setting, also it would be helpful if you had a map of Middle Earth"

The Elf king looked at her for a moment before nodding along "follow me" he instructed before leading them out of the room. It was a few minutes before they were led to a large room that remained them of a study. Desks, books, parchments, large paintings. It had a beautiful balcony that allowed the rising sun to shine through. Much to Serana's dismay.

There was a large central table that held a large map that encompassed half of said table. The couple stood over the table and looked at the map closely studying what they can. They wouldn't be able to tell how large it was in comparison to Tamriel but unlike Tamriel's map, this looked incomplete, only the left side of Middle Earth is shown. What you could see was divided almost all the way down the middle by a line of mountains, there are a few places that stand out called, Gondor, Rohan and of course the famous Mordor they've heard so much about.

"and where are we on this map?" Serana asked facing the Wizard.

Gandalf looked at her oddly for a moment before reapplying, he walked forward and pointed at a small dot near the mountains in the middle "we are here, west of Misty Mountains"

"thank you" Theron said before taking a step to the side "and I'm sorry for the table, but I don't have a map" he stood over the uncovered table before lifting his right arm, a green flame quietly lit up in his hand. Serana couldn't help but be surprised that they weren't surprised.

With a wave of his lit hand, flames left his hand and gently flew away from his hand and landed on different points of the table. Once they hit, they began to burn away a small line, etching an engraving into the wood. Once it was done a full map on Tamriel was shown on the same level of size as Middle Earth. That was when Gandalf and Elrond leaned in to get a closer look "this is the land of Tamriel. Our home" he took a moment, leaving the two to think before carrying on "we can have a longer conversation about it later, but for now I'll give you the basics"

The wizard and elf king looked at him with great fascination "right now we have no real way of knowing what the comparison of size is between Tamriel and Middle Earth but until we know for a certainty, I believe it would be easier to simply say they are"

Serana stepped forward as well "Tamriel has nine different countries within it" she spoke with a wave of her own hand, much like with Theron before. A green flame erupted in her hand and more lines were added to the map, lines that created nine separate land masses. Each one holding their own people and culture"

Theron pointed to one of the largest countries at the top right "Morrowwind. It contains both the continental mainland and a large island, Vvardenfell. Morrowind is the original homeland of the Dunmer, also known as the Dark Elves" Elrond's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Elves "underneath Morrowwind is Black Marsh. Black Marsh is the homeland of the reptilian people known as Argonians. It is dark wetlands characterized by black marshes and bogs, thick with vegetation..."

"The Argonians" Elrond said interrupting Theron "what is an Argonian?" he asked.

"The Argonians are a race of reptilian humanoids. They aren't the strongest or smartest of people but they are without a doubt the most adaptable" Serana said "They are immune to almost every disease and can even breath underwater"

Theron pointed to the middle of the continent "this is Cyrodiil. Cyrodiil is the cradle of Human Imperial high culture on Tamriel. Home to the Imperails, they have proved to be shrewd diplomats and traders. They are skilled with combat and magic. Directly underneath that is Elsweyr. That is the home of the Khajiit. They are an intelligent, feline humanoid race and are well known for their natural prowess in agility and stealth. This makes them excellent thieves"

Serana spoke up next "just on the left of them is Valenwood, home to the Bosmer or Wood Elfs as others call them. The Bosmer are mostly known for their stealthiness and archery skill. Makes them fantastic hunters. At the very top of the map is Skyrim, our home" Gandelf and Elrond took interest in learning where Theron and Serana where from "the people that live there are called Nords. Due to the harsh cold weather and Rocky Mountains, the Nords have grown tall and strong. They are the most brutal of all the race's, most resilient and arguably the best warriors" she informed a little bit more than the other races.

"on the top left we have High Rock" Theron spoke "that is the home of the Bretons. They are a very interesting people; they are very gifted when it comes to combat but their true power comes in their magical talents, all of them seem to have at least some magical talent making them the most sought-after battle mages but unlike the other countries High Rock is home to another race, the Orcs..."

At the very mention of the name Orc, both Gandalf and Elrond recoiled "which you seem very surprised by" Serana said taking a step towards the two.

"yes" Gandalf said as he walked around the table, his staff tapping the ground as he did "the orcs have always been nothing more than an enemy to men, elves and dwarves. They have always been used as soldiers for the seemingly unending army of darkness"

Theron frowned at that "really?" he asked confused at the statement "that seems very odd, in Tamriel Orcs are similar to Nords. A strong brutish race but they do have a strong sense of honour, they tend to keep to themselves living in secluded tribes around the country and later the entire continent"

Elrond scoffed "I will believe that only when I see it"

"oh, it's true" he quickly said back "in fact an Orc acted as my head Liberian at the college I lead" Theron saw that they were about to ask questions but he really wanted to get this over with "finally we have The Summerset Isles. Home to the high elves, they are the most skilled race in the magical arts but they also have a superiority complex believing themselves to be better than everyone else. Wars have been started over their arrogance"

"that's every race that inhabits Tamriel" Serana leaned against the table "Of course there's a million more things to learn about the land but that's the basics. We can talk about more later. For now, we do have a job to get started" she said looked at Theron with a raised eye brow.

"right" he nodded "I think it would best if you tell us about some things. Namely, what you know about Sauron and whether or not you think he's the one responsible for this coming darkness"

"he is" Gandalf spoke immediately "there is no doubt in my mind that he has returned. And he is already moving his forces, the shadow is descending upon middle earth and I fear we will not have the strength to repel it"

Theron shared a worried glance with his wife "is it really that bad?" he asked to the two.

"we've been able to defeat them before" Elrond said in a solemn voice "barely and that was with the entire united army of men and elves. Now, the old alliance is all but dead and our strength is a fraction of what it used to be"

"but Sauron himself" he said back "what can you tell me about him?" Theron asked with great interest.

"when it comes to Sauron, you can be sure of nothing" Elrond answered "though he's lived for as long as we have. He is an entity of darkness and possess a power over magic that no-one can equal" before anyone could continue the conversation, they were interrupted.

The sound of people speaking caught the groups attention moving to a nearby window, they saw Frodo and Sam speaking to each other "I still shudder to think about what would have happened if you were not there to help them" the grey wizard said.

"and yet to come so far the hobbit has shown an extraordinary resiliency to its evil" the king said calmly as the group made its way back to the large table, which now held a map of both continents.

"It is a burden he should never have to had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo" Gandalf said solemnly.

"wait" Theron interrupted the two "Frodo has been carrying this all-powerful ring with him this entire time and we had no idea" he asked.

Serana crossed her arms "Aragorn told us the story of Sauron's fall but we think you would know more about the topic. Also, it would help if we could see this ring everyone keeps of talking about"

"have care what you wish for" the wizard took a step forward towards the vampire "that ring is not some relic, all those who come into with it quickly become placed under its spell. It reaches out to you, it calls to you. And the longer you hold it for, the longer your connection with Sauron grows"

Theron couldn't help but look down to the ground in deep thought before he began to pace slightly "and what do have anything that can raise against him?" he asked hoping it wasn't to dire.

"no" Elrond informed "He is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And according to Gandalf. Saruman, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin"

"who's Saruman?" Serana asked beating Theron to it.

"I would like to speak to you in greater detail about the magic of your land but it seems that would have to wait" Gandalf said "however in middle earth magic is a much more rare occurrence. There a five of my kind scattered around the land. There is myself, Gandalf the grey. Then there are the two blue wizards, do you know I've quite forgotten their names" his voice turned with a humble tone "there is Radagased, the Brown who keeps and eye on the vast forest lands. Finally there is the leader of our order, Saruman, the white"

The vampire and Theron both nodded "so the most powerful magic user in the entire continent and your leader have turned traitor and joined the enemy" he summed up.

"His treachery runs deeper than you know" the Wizard spoke in a worried voice "By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orc with Goblin Men...he is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in Sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring" he started to pace.

Elrond frowned at the Wizard "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard. Gandalf the ring cannot stay here"

Theron was about to way in but the sound of horses caught his attention. He and Serana both looking out the large balcony to see a large group of people entering a courtyard "This peril belongs to all Middle earth. They must decide how to end it. Not just for themselves but for those who come after. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores..."

"wait, what?" Theron interrupted the king "where are you heading?" he asked.

"the plan was to journey across the Sundering Seas and find new land. But now, it seems we'll know what to expect" he gave him a small smile.

Theron returned the smile "if I might make a suggestion your highness. Whatever country you find yourselves in, using my name and the term Dragonborn should gain you some creditably. Might not be good but it'll be something" he didn't know whether or not this would help them or make it worse but he felt he needed to do something.

"Dragonborn?" Gandalf asked intrigued by the tittle.

"I'll tell you later" he shrugged off, but in all honestly, he did intent to tell him later "now, as to your original question" he turned to Gandalf "as you might have figured out from what I've told you so far. Magic seems to be far more common in Tamriel then here and some races are more potent to it than others. Take me and Serana for example" Serana stood next to him and smiled when he took her hand in his "we're both Nords, one of the least magically gifted races and yet we're very powerful mages. And given my... heritage" he didn't want to advertise what he was until he knew Middle earths stance on dragons "I'm arguably one of the most powerful magic users alive"

The smile on Serana's face faded and her eyes rolled "keep in mind this was before we met you. So, keep your ego in check mister" she spoke when Theron's head lowered and he took a step back giving her the flaw "people who are born with the ability to use magic are not treated drastically different, it's usually when they turn into teenagers that they start to lead different life styles and even then that's only if they want too. Some decide to not change anything and live like everyone else. Then there are others who want to further their skills, they usually end up joining one of the magical colleges scattered around the continent"

Theron could see that the two were taking great interest in what they were saying, though Gandalf was more into it then Elrond was "once they're the college or guild, they can choose to focus on one of the six main schools of magic. Illusion, Alteration, Destruction, Conjuration, Restoration and Enchanting" he informed "some choose just to become an adept at their chosen school and command a modicum or respect. Those who are able to master their chosen school gain a much stronger standing in society and are highly likely to be hired by nobles for various tasks"

"and of course, if someone is able to master more than one, which is very rare" Serana added "most of the time they are looked upon with awe by most and sometimes are trusted enough to act as peace keepers between kingdoms and cities"

"and they are trust enough for this task?" Elrond asked surprised that every type of people would just but their faith in wizards.

Serana shrugged "well, keep in mind that by the time a person as mastered more than one school they would in their early sixties and due to being in their twilight years. They have no interest in choosing sides, their only loyalty would be to their college or guild" Theron nodded at her words, because it was true. Even before he was Arch-Mage at the college, he would see Savos deal with stuff like that all the time. And after when he took the lead, it was just crazy how many times he was called in for something so petty.

"Gandalf, I would love to speak of this more. But I am very much eager to see this ring that's so important" Theron said as he got ready to leave the room.

"well you will have your chance" the Elf king said getting their attention "a council will be held in a few hours to determine the threat to Middle Earth. I would like you to be there" without another word the king left leaving Serana and Theron both to think about how they should go about this.

"well, that was interesting" Serana mused as the two found their way back to their room "and here I was thinking this would be simple" she laughed at herself a little.

Theron chuckled at her antics "yeah, you really where foolish to think that" he smiled as he sat down on the bed "hey, come here" he said.

She gave him a sly smile before walking towards him and sitting on his lap "what's going on in your head Dovahkiin?" she asked feeling Theron's arms snake around her waist and held her tight.

"well, apart from the most beautiful woman in world on my lap" Serana smiled at him before leaning in and resting her chin atop his head, she sighed in pleasure feeling his hot breath against her neck "I can't really get my mind off this Sauron we keep hearing about"

"hhhmmm" she hummed turning her head and resting her cheek on his hair and rubbing it softly "what do you mean?" she asked waving her fingers through the hair on the base of his neck.

Theron was silent for a moment "It's just every time we learn something new about him, the more I start to wonder what he really is, I mean building an army is one thing, hell I've done that. It's everything else, being an immortal, holding that much power, being that much of a threat. He's starting to sound less like a demon and more like a Daedric prince" as the words left his mouth Serana's hand froze.

"is..." she started, leaning back shaking slightly "is that even possible?" she asked "I know the princes usually have more than one name but I've never heard of one of them making an invasion force on this large of a scale"

He nodded at her words "that's the interesting thing. If I'm right Sauron has never had an interaction with Tamriel, he might be someone new"

She pulled away from his head and looked at him carefully "Theron, the odds of him being a Daedric prince are beyond impossible" her words came in a tone of fear and denial. Not that Theron could blame her, she fears the Daedra like he fears Alduin and she has her reason too.

"I know but you also know that it's a well-known theory that the realms of oblivion are infinite. Which means there are most likely a lot more Daedric princes we don't know about" he said in a gentle voice "I don't want to scare you" he reached up and caressed her cheek "but take a look at the facts"

There was a moment of silence between them before she spoke "but... even if this was true, that would mean that he was here, a Daedric prince in the mortal world in physical form. Theron, that's impossible" she argued as best she could.

"is it?" he asked as Serana stood up from his lap and began to pace worryingly around the room "sweaty I don't want to scare but this has happened before Mehrunes Dagon came here physically two hundred years ago. Molag Bal almost did a few thousand years ago" he regretted saying his name the second it left his mouth, Serana stopped moving and began to shake slightly.

He stood up and made his way over towards her "hey" he gently grabbed her shaking hands "you know I'd never let anyone of them take you, right?" he said knowing full well that it didn't mean much.

Yes, he could fight entire militia groups of enemies on his own and win within an hour. Yes, he could rally armies and kingdoms together and win wars. But fighting a Daedric prince was something he just couldn't do. Avoid them, yes. Kill their champions, of course. Even fending off their spiritual forms, with great effort, can still be done. But fighting them one on one, in their physical forms, he wouldn't stand a chance.

He was just thankful that his words stopped the shaking "I know" she whispered looking up into her eyes "but if what you're saying is true and a Daedric prince is here. How? Why haven't the divines done something about it? Surly if he's been here thousands of years, they would have done something"

"I don't know?" Theron shrugged "I'm not going to try to understand the minds of gods. If Akatosh comes to me again I will ask" Serana sighed at the short answer before nodding knowing there isn't much he could do. She simply moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her close and placed a kiss on her head "though if I am right about this then it would make more sense as to why Akatosh would send us here" he suddenly spoke out.

"hhhmmm" she hummed along as Theron looked out the balcony and saw that the sun had moved behind a dark storm cloud. Smiling calmly, he pulled down her hood letting her raven hair fall to the base of her neck "one sec" she said before pulling away from him and moving over towards their bags. Reaching into the one she carried and pulled out the red vile, unscrewing the cap and poring the red liquid down her throat. Upon swallowing what some would call the essence of life she let out an animalistic growl.

Of course, they packed a few blood potions for her, don't get him wrong he didn't hate that about her. That was just what she was, a vampire. She needed blood and he understood that, they just couldn't risk her loosing herself to the hunger so they packed some good just in case they couldn't find it another way. Back home she didn't always use the positions, sometimes when they were asked to take care of some bandits or rescue a hostage. They would usually split up to deal with everything as fast as they could.

Theron would go in the front and get everyone's attention and would cut them all down, while she would use her vampiric powers to sneak past them all and do the same from the back of the group but when she had the time or there weren't that many bad guys. She would find one, a big one or the most sadistic, pin them down and drink every ounce of blood they had.

He could see that Serana had deeply enjoyed the beverage, her head fell back and she exhaled a deep breath. A smirk appeared on Theron's face as he slowly walked up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his lips against her neck "mmmmmmm" she moaned feeling his warm lips press against him.

Turning around she pressed her lips against his, the session of love was affectionate to begin with but quickly turned to passion when Serana felt a well-known intruder pocking at her lips. She couldn't help but comply and opened her mouth, their tongues tangled with each other. After what seemed like several minutes. Serana pulled away to allow them to catch their breaths. Theron stood over her looking down at the raven-haired woman he'd come to think of a goddess of beauty. She reached up and caressed his cheek.

Moving into each other, their lips met for a second time. Therons hand moved down and started to caress the rear he grew to love so much. Serana took a step back and the legs felt the side of the bed, allowing herself to fall backwards with him landing on top "do you think we have time for..." she started to asked but was cut short with a gasp as she felt her him start to undo the strappings on her clothes "in a rush husband?" she teased with a smirk.

"well, you know me" he smiled as he slowed himself down "as much as I love a show, undressing you myself is so much more fun" he smirked and with a sharp pull and gasp from her undershirt was removed and her breasts where freed.

He leaned down and his went to work on Serana's neck. She gasped and instinctively moved her hands to undo the laced of Theron's own undershirt. Thankfully for her there were not that many. Pulling it up and over his head she looked and his strong scarred upper body "if we're doing this" she said waving her hand through his hair as her face was pressed against her neck "then you need to hurry up"

A chuckle escaped Theron mouth "yes ma'am" he smirked before grabbing her underwear and pulling it down revealing her maiden hood. He moved his mouth down towards her but before his lips could meet her centre a finger on his forehead. Looking up he saw an evil smirk on her face "your still clothed darlin. Take it off" he chuckled again.

"make me" he grinned back "aahh" he yelled as Serana grabbed him by the chest and pushed him off of her and onto his back.

"be careful what you wish for" she said back calmly.

Theron sat with a smile on his face as he sat on the right of Elrond. The court yard seemed more of a council meeting spot more then a yard. All the chairs were made from stone gathered in a circle, separate from the others was a wooden throne where Elrond was currently sitting. Serana was sitting on the left of Elrond with the same devious smile on her own face.

The last session of love making was incredible, unlike the last time in the Eagles Nest which was lust and desire. This was passion and love, even if it was a little rushed. Now however, he wore his plates of armour back on his undershirt. His helmet was by his foot. In front of them was a group of people, he recognized Frodo, Aragon and Gandalf on three chairs on the left of him. There was a group of Elves, men and they must be the Dwarfs they were told about. Not exactly what he expected.

Before anyone could speak Elrond stood up and addressed everyone "Strangers from distant lands ... friends of old. You have been summoned here answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite...or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate...this one doom..." he spoke as everyone listened in with great interest, Serana and Theron included. The king turned to the left and turned to the hobbit "Bring forth the ring, Frodo" he said politely.

Frodo slowly stands up and has a strong nervous look, he steps forward and moves towards a stone Plinth. He places the ring on the plinth and returns to his seat.

Everyone adopts a look of shock "So it is true" one of men said.

"The ring of power!" an Elf with long blonde hair said.

"The doom of man!" an dwarf said with a voice of anger.

There was a moment of silence as everyone took a moment to think about where they're looking at it "It is a gift...a gift to the foes of Mordor!" a man with red hair said as he stood up to address everyone "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, held the forces of Mordor at bay...by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy...let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it" Aragon spoke out "None of us can. The one ring answers to Sauron alone...it has no other master"

He turns away and looks at Strider, coolly "And what would a ranger know of this matter?"

Aragon says nothing, and the man turns away dismissively. That was when the Elf who spoke before stands "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance"

The man looks at Aragorn like he just saw one of the divines themselves "This is Isildur's heir?" he asked. Theron and Serana both turned to Aragon with a raised eyebrow.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor" he said. A lot of mummers escaped the people as Serana and Theron slowly turned to face each other.

"there's a plot twist" she chuckled as Theron smiled at each other.

"Gondor has no king" he said turning back to his chair "Gondor needs no king"

"Aragorn is right...we cannot use it" Gandalf sighed.

Elrond stood up again and spoke in a calm voice "You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed" he said.

'Theron….' A voice said, he turned to look at Serana but was surprised when he saw that she was still facing forward 'Theron…' it said again, turning his head to the sound of the voice, his eyes found their way to the ring which almost seemed to be looking at him 'Theron…' it said again as the golden colour looked as if it was just caught fire that was contained within the metal.

The Dwarf suddenly stands "Then...what are we waiting for?" he said suddenly moving forward towards the ring with his axe in hand.

He suddenly rushes forward! He swings his axe down on the ring. The axe shatters with a deafening crack! A powerful gust of wind knocks him backwards, staring in disbelief at the ring...unharmed!

Elrond sighed "The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess" he said looking to everyone around him "The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom...only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this" he said to everyone else before sitting back down in his throne.

"well hold on" Theron said standing up "pardon me if I speak out of term my lord but if you permit me" he said turning to face Elrond while gesturing to the ring. All eyes where on him as he waited to see what the king would say, there was a moment of silence before he nodded to him. Theron nodded before walking his way over to where the ring was kept.

Standing in front of the ring for a moment he slowly picked up the ring and he immediately felt the pull it gave him. He couldn't waste any more time before something happened, holding the ring in the palm of his hand. To the amazement of everyone around him, his hand caught fire around the ring. Seeing that nothing was happening he decided to push it a little further. Clasping his other hand around it, he ignited another fire and burned it as bright as he could.

He frowned in frustration as he made the flames brighter and hotter, to everyone else a bright white light was escaping the gaps in between his fingers. The light faded and he moved his hands, a small puff of smoke escaped and flew into the air "did it work?" Serana asked slightly leaning out of her seat.

"no" Theron answered as he placed the ring back on the pedestal "ok, let me try one more thing" reaching for his back he grabbed the hilt of his sword.

"Theron" Serana spoke "are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked with a voice of nerves.

"well if this doesn't work, we'll know for a certainty that we can't destroy it ourselves" he said back before pulling the blade from its sheath.

"and who are you to think you have a chance to destroy the one ring?" the man with red hair asked in an irritated tone.

"hang on, I'll get back to you in a moment" he said back dismissively as he held the blade agasint his chest, closing his eyes he grabbed it with his second hand. Gandalf leaned fascinated by what was happening. Letting his powerful flow through him, the sky above them darkened and everyone looked up in shock as loud bangs and cracks of lightning shot out. Some stood up in fear as the runes of the blade began to glow with an ethereal blue colour.

He lifted the blade up into the sky and a bolt of lightning shot down and struck the blade with a powerful bang and caused most to stand from there chairs but before they could do anything he turned the blade downwards and struck it with the dead centre of the swords point.

As it struck a powerful shock wave escaped the pedestal that knocked everyone off their feet and onto the ground. There was a moment of silence as everyone picked themselves up, by now a squad of guards came in from all directions and formed a defensive barrier around all the people and the wall of smoke that was created by the blast.

No-one said a word until Gandalf walked forward and tapped his staff on the ground. Using his own magic, a seemingly invisible gust of wind pushed all the smoke aside. Everyone was amazed to see Theron standing calmly placing his sword back in its sheath, he dusted his pants down before reaching into the rubble "did you get it?" Serana asked as she stood next to Elrond.

"hang on" he said as he picked up a piece of rubble and moved it aside "damn" he sighed before reaching down and picking something up. Everyone despite being amazed and terrified at what just happened, still leaned in slightly to see what if it worked. He lifted his hand, and everyone saw that the one ring was still in one piece and seemingly undamaged "that is one very strong little shit" he mumbled. He turned around to face Elrond "ok, so if you would be so kind and tell me where Mordor is" he said casually as he flicked the ring up into the air.

"are you insane" the red-haired man said "I don't know who or what you are, putting what you just did aside what you just did. I feel I must remind you that one does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust...the very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly" he said moving up and stood only a few feet away from him.

The blonde Elf took a step forward as well as the Elf King dismissed the guards "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed" he argued.

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!?" the Dwarf shouted.

"And if you fail, what then?" the man shouted "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" he shouted again, causing all the Elf's to face him in anger "Never trust an Elf!"

Theron opened his mouth to speak but was cut by Gandalf "Do you not understand? While we bicker among ourselves, Sauron's power grows!" he just slowly took a step back towards Elrond who was looking board and defeated. Sitting on his now up turned throne.

He tuned all the voice out as he stood in between the king and his wife "is this how politics usually goes for Middle-Earth?" he asked.

Elrond sighed before nodding "is it the same in Tamriel?" he asked.

"unfortunately, yes" Serana answered sighing as well.

The arguing went on for a few minutes before a voice spoke out "I will take it...I will take it..." everyone turned to face the hobbit "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though...I do not know the way" Theron and Serana both smiled at his bravery and they weren't the only one.

Gandalf stepped forward towards him "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear" he smiled stepping beside him.

Aragon stepped towards Frodo next and knelt down in front of him "If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword" he took a place behind him and next to Gandalf.

"And you have my bow" the blonde Elf said.

The Dwarf smiled "And my axe"

The red-haired man stepped forward "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done" everyone took their place behind Frodo who started to seem a little overwhelmed.

"Here!" a shout sounded from behind them "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me" he stood next to him and crossed his arms.

"No, indeed...it is hardly possible to separate you...even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not" Elrond smiled down at him.

"Oi! We're coming too!" yet another voice shouted, everyone turned to see Merry and Pippin "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us" Merry smiled.

"Anyway...you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission... quest... thing" Pippin added.

Theron turned around and chuckled while Serana couldn't help but let out a giggle "Well, that rules you out, Pip" Merry scowled.

"well" Theron started stepping forward "you have more experience carrying this thing more then me so it makes sense you should carry it" he tossed the ring to the hobbit who caught it before holding it to his chest "but if you think I'm going to let you do this without my help. You're sorely mistaken" he moved behind him and stood at the end of the group.

Serana smiled before stepping forward herself "and if you think I'm going to stay behind while you do this, you can forget it" she walked forward and looked down at Frodo "I promise, I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe" she stepped forward and moved next to Theron before grabbing his hand in hers.

"Eleven companions" Elrond said looking out at the group "so be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the ring" he smiled as the group all looked at each other.

"Great" Pippen smiled "Where are we going?" he asked as everyone turned to face him.

Theron slowly leaned in towards his wife "we may need to keep a closer eye on him" he whispered, Serana turned to him and nodded.

"So who is that guy?" she asked back nodding towards the Dwarf "is he a Hobbit?" she asked.

Theron shrugged "I assume so" he answered.

Ok guys, finally done. Wow this was a long time coming and I'm glad it's finally over. I want to thank everyone for their reviews and input on the last chapter, it was big help.

I wanted to let you all know that if you haven't already figured it out is that I'm going to be increasing Gandalf's use of magic so it's on par with Theron's so he can seem more like a wizard then he already is.

Anyway, please let me know what you think in the reviews or send me a message.

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