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Reflections in Blood	By : JulieDoc Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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8. The Veil Prepared
Morning murmured through the stronghold that housed the Order of Starlight. Melanie knew "morning" here only through the fact that her guard was changed. The two women would leave and a guy and a girl would show up. They were worse, physically than the two girls, and would actually point their guns at her for playing with her cards. She supposed the behavior made them more nervous. Unfortunately, after what had transpired last night, Melanie was hard-pressed not to use her divination tools. There were things yet that she craved to know, things that concerned the outside, and her scrying ball could only see within the boundaries of the compound, due to the spell that was on her.
The wizard sighed, going to her only recourse. "Do your Majesties mind if I check my cards?"
"If you fucking start predicting our deaths, witch, we'll shoot you. Luthien will just have to import another one of you voodoo types," the man said.
Taking that as a "yes", Melanie shuffled the decks. "Hope, hope, hope," she murmured, flipping through the huge, extended deck, as if her own chanting would call that phenomenon into being. It also tended to put off the guards when she babbled, made them think she was less of a threat by being crazy. "Need a little hope here, for this boy that they're going to try and catch. I ask for nothing for myself, Gods. Just spare those poor kids. Please."

Luathas the Wild, the faery deck card that had last symbolized Orlando, practically leaped from the pack onto the floor. The boy�s delicate face was still there, but this time the wild smile had been replaced by fear and despair. You�d better take what this is as a warning, hadn�t you? You really have no way of knowing what you�re in for, lovey.

She removed twelve more cards, hoping to do an astrological wheel around Orlando, but was dismayed at the results. Her tarot decks weren�t allowing her to do what she�d wanted. It started with the Ace of Swords, which, among other things, signified determination, an almost violent pursuit of goals. The next card in the sequence was the Seven of Swords from her Cat People deck, representative of entrapment, imprisonment, and loss of will. Three Tower cards followed them, with a Nine of Swords between the first two, violent change characterized by great suffering. The last of the Tower cards was host to a particularly disturbing scene of the Angel of Destruction breaking down a tower with wings of lightning. Then, another angel card, this time the forboding image of Death, next to its shady twin from the faery deck, which was reversed. These were also change cards, and very rarely, if ever, signified actual death. They were more transformative, but the reversed faery card also told Melanie that the change was not going to be taken well, but fought with all the subject�s will. Finally, the hope Melanie had been craving showed itself, another angel this time, Phanuel, the female angel of hope in adversity, in her home card, The Star.

Orlando seems to be attracting many angels, but I'm not at all surprised, Melanie thought. I'm glad for their presence, even though some of them may not be a positive as I would like. All right, angels, where does this hope spring from? The next image she turned was another card that bore angels, The Wheel of Fortune. "Random fate," the wizard said, out loud, "Oh, that's comforting." The two remaining cards she flipped over without much confidence. One was Viggo's card from the Cat People deck, looking a little more pale than he had in the last reading, which struck Melanie as odd. The last was The Moon which was from the Northern Shadows deck that Melanie had bought just before she was imprisoned. Frankly, she'd been surprised that theds hds had hidden themselves, given that the deck was mostly Nordic and Viggo was involved. The card, though, didn't pertain to Viggo; it showed a man beneath the moon, half his face replaced by that of a large wolf, apparently the northern European werewolf legend. The human half of his face looked to belong to Sean Bean. What is it with Sean and wolves? Unless, of course, he has a wolf as a spirit guide, or he's a werewolf himself. Hell, it would take one to find this place, and it's a damn shame I don't have one for a friend. Whatever it is, Ie hie his wolf protects him.
The cards had left her, as was their nature in this place, with nothing but conjecture. With the negative energy, the darkness in the Gil-Galad's lair, even her divination tools were unsure of themselves. Her own senses and knowledge guided her little more. The only thing she was truly certain of was what awaited the ones the cult captured. Her mind travelled back to weeks ago.
"Do you know about gene therapy, witch?" Luthien had asked, strong fingers lifting Melanie�s jaw to force her head up.
"Wizard. A witch is something completely different," Melanie spit. "If you�re going to try and belittle my station in life, at least get it right, you fucking psychopath."
"I asked you a fucking question!"
"Yes, yes, I know about gene therapy. Why in all the Hells created by humanity do you want to know?"
"You know bactbacteria can seek out a damaged gene and replace it? Well, we have the same technology, except for the fact that it�s carried by the subject�s white blood cells. Have you ever heard of nanites, witch?"
"Yeah, yeah, they�re microtechnology, theoretical machines, smaller than certain large cells. They fix things."
"Knowledgeable, aren�t you?"
"I watch the Sci-Fi Channel."
"We have that technology, a mechanical organism that multiplies inside the subject�s white blood cells. Those cells race through the bloodstream, not only destroying any outside invaders, but releasing more nanites, which are then meant to repair DNA."
"But that�s not what you have in mind," Melanie had looked at Luthien slyly.
"Very clever. Our people have had hold of Elven DNA for the longest time."
"The skull you keep in your reliquary."
"Yes. Not surprisingly, that genetic material is quite malleable to that of the human gene structure, the same amount of chromosomes, which would explain Tolkein�s reports of the existence of elf/human crossbreeding. It�s only a few of the genomes that are different. The nanites will be programmed with the Elven DNA. By feeding them into the bone marrow, they�ll enter the white blood cells, traveling through the body and reprogramming it, �fixing� the offending human genomes, if you will, cell by cell. Then those human cells that are left over will be attacked and destroyed by the white blood cells, which, by then, will see them as intruders. Just a little genetic tweaking and the Elven race will live again. We�ll do the same with Hobbits, as we also have a halfling bone to obtain the information, and the deviation from humans is also relatively small. To prove our height of purpose, we�ll use the very people that everyone has come to associate with those species as our figureheads, or mascots, if you will. They�ll serve as shining examples of what the order should be in this world, especially Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood. The young ones do so love them."
Melanie had felt her eyes growing wide. This was unbelievable, absolutely sick. "That won�t work . . . or it�ll fucking kill whoever it is you�re experimenting on."
Luthien laughed. "It always felt a little far-fetched. That�s why we have you. Your magick will serve to bond with the Elven spirits, to convince them into guiding the process to its completion."
"Fuck you. I know my purpose was bound to yours by that Brielle bitch, but why should Elvish souls help you?"
Luthien had woven bony fingers into Melanie�s dark hair, squeezing close to its roots. "They�ll help you. Even now that you�re being forced, you�re still pure-hearted, if not always pure-mouthed. Spirits love pure-hearted things. They�ll be drawn to your kind intention to save the boy from death, no matter what it might do to his body. They�ll be drawn to your pain." Luthien had ruthlessly whipped the wizard�s head back against the concrete to punctuate the word. "That�s why they�ll come to you, witch."
"All this bullshit about reverence and order and magick! You only want your Hobbits and Elves so you can make fucking pets of them! Don�t lie!" With that, Luthien had bounced Melanie�s skull against the wall again, and she�d fallen unconscious.
Melanie pulled herself back into the present, sighing. "Pets. Used by anyone in the Order who wants them. If they�re found by anyone outside, who knows?"
"Shut up in there!"
"Yes, yes." Melanie stretched herself, saying a brief prayer to Frigga, Bastet and Kuan Yin for allowing her to live. The information she'd been given by both her cards and her jailers would not have been given her with no reason. There had to be a damn loophole, something she could do. Fuck, but she hated the anticipation, the worrying, that dull blazing in her gut that accompanied her feeling helpless.
She coaxed the bowling ball to her with a gentle roll of her fingers. It came like a called puppy, rolling until it rested in her hand. Again, she repeated the ritual: spit, polish, mumble a quiet rhyme, Fire, water, earth and air, show me what's going on down there. It truly sucked as actual poetry, but it was effective enough. The glitter-imbedded Lucite surface began to yield up results.
Luthien and her inner circle were eating breakfast, and Melanie could practically smell the strawberry-covered crepes. Her stomach growled viciously. Bastards. They were flaunting crystal glasses filled with mimosa while one of the prime components of their precious plan was confined to a cold, filthy basement. Typical. The wizard tapped the ball lightly so she could better hear what they were saying.
". . . Serum is finished and the machine is being readied," Bethuliel was saying.
"That�s good news. Tinuviel works fast. Make sure everything is spotless. The run takes place when the day of the premiere begins. Tomorrow night will be too late. We leave for Atlanta tomorrow morning, for the next premiere, and Elijah Wood," Luthien nodded.
"My lady, shouldn�t we take them all at once, then wait for the release dates for each one�s time in the apparatus?" Melanie recognized one of the younger women in the circle, who went by "Poppy".
"Don�t question Luthien, little girl," one of the few men sitting at the table growled at the younger woman. The rough words caused her to start.
"Now, Glorfindel, she deserves to know why," Luthien raised a hand. "The actors aren�t expecting any attack. They do not know who we are, what we look like. We will slip in benath their �radar�, so to speak. Aquiring what we want in one operation is too impractical. I would have to send too many agents."
"They�ll be on their guard for the next one," Poppy interrupted. "We may only get Orlando Bloom." The look on her face was indicative of the fact that she was clearly hoping after one of the others.

Why are you here? Melanie thought at the girl. You seem to possess a certain amount of logic.

"On their guard, yes, but it will afford us a certain amount of disarray," Luthien replied, unruffled. "They�ll bring in the police, but by the time he�s considered officially missing, by the time anyone worries, he, and the rest of us, will be gone. When the time comes for us to acquire our next asset, none of them will have any idea what it is we�re after. Most likely, they�ll think we were after Bloom alone. They�ll expect us to be common kidnappers, and typical kidnappers are always after something other than the person they are holding, money, some sort of demand. The Order has absolutely no intention of releasing any of them. In that way, we are unlikely to fit most of their psychological profiles. Everyone, the authorities, the actors, will be shaken up. Rattled people become paranoid, and paranoia will give us the opportunities we need for them to make mistakes. Then, we will slip in again."
"What if they cancel? The next appearance, I mean, out of fear?"
"We have contingencies," it was Bethuliel who answered this time, tersely.
"I wouldn�t worry about such small things. We are a non-entity to such people as the police and the FBI, and most certainly, to the cast. Who can catch a shadow, my dear girl? I assure you, I have prepared, personally, for every possible mistake upon our parts and theirs. Bethuliel and Aeowyn are personally seeing to the acquisition. Their credentials are well-crafted enough to fool an expert." Luthien set her glass down on the table, splashing orange juice and champagne. "You should be joyous, Poppy! Tonight, the first successful run of our grand experiment will walk from the lab. He will belong to us, he will be married to our cause, against his will or no, the first to refill the world with the old, old, magick. To Orlando Bloom," Luthien lifted her hand that contained the glass.
"To Orlando Bloom," the others echoed and raised their mimosa.
Melanie shut her scrying ball down and took up her cards again. Huddling in the corner of her cell, she desperately tried to keep herself from being sick on an empty stomach.
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