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Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: This is my very first fan fiction. I�m a big fan of the movie(s) and haven�t had a
chance to read the books�yet. Constructive criticism, suggestions and feedback are welcome.
Flames will be cheerfully ignored. All recognizable characters belong to their respective,
copyrighted Owners. Jordan Waters is mine. I have no money; please, don�t sue.

These Dreams
--Heart

Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
these dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
Is it cloak 'n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the Prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
Run For Your Life

Darkness slowly gave way to consciousness as Jordan came to. Feeling like a jeepney had struck her for the second time in her life, the Immortal�s senses returned. Sound . . . awareness. . . sensation. . . . . pain. Unmoving, she mentally did a body systems check.

�Let�s see; still breathing�definitely a good thing, fingers twitch, toes wiggle . . . am thinking, so head�s still attached. What the hell happened!?� she asked herself.

Save for a monumental headache, Jordan was physically intact. The throbbing pain in her head was reason enough for the woman to be still as she tried to figure out what exactly had happened. Surely the Highlander had come to her rescue (again) and laid he the the chaise lounge out on the patio; funny, she didn�t remember the cushions being so hard.

* * Not good. First the stabbing, now fainting. * * Jordan thought.

Drawing an unsteady breath, instead of the comforting smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the convenience store�s deli, the scent of . . . soil � rich and moist filled the woman�s nose; the Immortal wondered if Duncan had recently fertilized his plants.

�No,� she decided, � . . . it can�t be, for it�d smell like dung.�

Keeping her eyes closed, Jordan frowned and listened; therein was the problem. Instead of automobile traffic, came the sound of many leaves rustling in a soft breeze; songbirds, not seagulls called. She faintly heard the sound of running water. Something about it bothered her � Jordan realized there was no accompanying rattle of dishes and flatware being washed. There was no music coming from the Highlander�s sound system, nor was the television reporting the news.

Slowly opening her eyes, Jordan blinked against the sudden brightness; instead of brick and concrete structures, she was looking up at an immense canopy of green that towered above her, a bit of the blue sky peeked thru the lacy foliage. Her eyes darted about in alarm.

* * Duncan doesn�t have a whole slew of trees on his patio. * * she thought, bewildered.

Jordan wasn�t on a lounge in the Highlander�s patio, nor was she lying on the concrete sidewalk outside the convenience store, but he mhe mossy, leaf covered floor of a . . . forest. With a groan, the Immortal forced herself to roll over on all fours; she paused, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass. In her clenched right hand, the smashed remains of her peanut butter cup squished through her fingers, rapidly melting from the heat of her hand.

�Waste not, want not.� She murmured. With that thought, Jordan ate the remains of her candy.

* * At least I have something to eat; I should�ve bought a sandwich instead. * * Jordan thought ruefully.

�Duncan . . . ?� She tentatively called out. �This isn�t funny anymore. If this if part of my training, don�t you think it�s a bit much?�

Jordan rubbed the back of her head and stretched the cords of her neck, relieved when it helped ease the pain. The sound of birds calling ceased for a moment then resumed. Hearing no voices, the Immortal determined she was indeed alone. At least for the moment.

�Okay, this is obviously another test. Maybe he wants to see if I remember how to live off the land or something. Fine.� She muttered to herself.

Knowing Duncan would show himself when he deemed the time right, Jordan climbed to her feet, unconcerned but thoroughly annoyed with the whole scenario. Dusting herself off, she was glad to find her weapons were intact. Better yet, her chocolates were still in her overcoat pockets! Jordan combed her fingers through her long hair, trying unsuccessfully to undo the tangles. Looking around, the Immortal would�ve been delighted with her surroundings, had it not been for the unusual circumstances.

�There�s something . . . different about this place.� Jordan whispered to herself. There was an ancient, primeval feeling in the air. She didn�t remember being in this part of the woods in Seacouver.

�This must be a location only Duncan knows. Why can�t I feel him?� Jordan asked herself.

Confident the Highlander would find her, Jordan decided to do a little exploring, knowing the Buzz would alert her to Duncan�s presence, and vice versa. She considered which direction to take. Deciding to go west, the Immortal was thankful for her well worn, knee-length black boots, which were padded by thick cotton socks.

** At least I won�t be getting blisters�hopefully.** She thought to herself.

Walking at a leisurely pace, her booted footsteps made little noise. Feeling thirsty, Jordan followed the sound of water.

�Where there�s water, there should be people� she muttered.

Jordan walked on, certain she�d have the last laugh and prove to the Highlander that though he could plunk her down in the middle of the forest, her (at least in her own mind) excellent sense of direction would lead her back to civilization. She still couldn�t figure out how or why she fainted; Jordan had never fainted before in her life -- unless she counted the time when Duncan first told her about her Immortality. But that didn�t count.

Remembering Duncan�s admonition to be ever alert, Jordan listened to the sounds around her, noting the absence of the Buzz. By the position of the sun, the Immortal estimated she had been walking for almost two hours. When the sun started its downward descent, Jordan started to get mildly alarmed.

�Great. I�ve got till sundown and it�s been over forty years since I had to start a fire, and I�m not even sure where I am; never mind that I don�t have anything to s tart it with!� she said aloud. Coming to a small stream, Jordan cupped her hands together and was about to drink, but hesitated.

�Wonder what kind of germs, microbes and other nasties are in the water? A filtration kit would be nice.� She murmured wryly to herself.

�It may not kill me, but it could make me really sick. Oh well.� Jordan said softl her herself. Grimacing, she forced herself drink. Surprised at the sweet, clear taste, the Immortal drank her fill.

Resuming her walk, Jordan hadn�t gone far when she heard the rapid approach of heavy footsteps. Hiding behind a tree, she watched as the owners came into view and almost laughed out loud.

** I�ve gotta be on candid camera. The make up crew of this flick is amazing. Well, I�m not about to get yelled at for ruining this take. ** Jordan thought, convinced she would be in the camera�s sights. Looking around, she could see no production crew, no camera booms, key grips or best boys.

The large group of actors came to a halt about 300 yards away and appeared to be having a rather heated discussion. Deciding to leave while unnoticed, too late did Jordan hear the snap of the twig as she turned. The Immortal was suddenly lifted off the ground by her throat, her back slammed against the tree she was hiding behind. Jordan�s breath whooshed painfully out of her. Feet dangling a good foot off the ground, the Immortal was unable to draw a breath. Jordan clawed at the thick fingers tightening around her neck. This actor was taking his role far too seriously.

** The makeup and costume department did their jobs well. ** she couldn�t help but notice.

The eyes were yellow, with strange pupils, the skin charred and he reeked with the unmistakable stench of decay and some other unidentifiable odor. Fanged, crooked teeth appeared as its lips drew back in a snarl; dirty, matted hair clung to it�s scalp. Jordan�s eyes were starting to bulge and her lungs screamed for air.

It was definitely time to teach him some manners. The Immortal dug her thumbs into her attacker�s eyes and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the groin. He howled, doubled over in pain, clutching his face as he dropped her. Jordan rolled away, gasping for breath as she rubbed her bruised throat, a torrent of choice swear words ready at her lips. Except the actor now held a strange looking scimitar and was coming straight at her.

�I�ve got one, too.� Jordan croaked. The actor spoke, but the prosthetics made it sound more like a gutteral snarl.
Pulling out her Katana, Jordan deflected the blow. cir circled each other warily.

�Look, I didn�t ruin the take, and I�m sorry if I was in the way -- I�ll leave, and no one will know any better. I won�t even ask for an autograph.� She said, trying to appease the actor. Instead, he came at her again. This time, there was more force behind his blow.

�Look -- I don�t wanna ruin your costume, but you�re asking for it, buddy.� She warned.

The Immortal sliced at his abdomen with her own return strike. Her Katana easily slashed thru the tough leather into the flesh below; Jordan couldn�t help but feel a glimmer of satisfaction. The growl of pain from the actor was unlinythnything she�d heard. Jordan glanced at the blood coating her blade; it was thick, black and viscous, not red. Hoping it was part of the makeup, she blocked another thrust, ducking and lightly stepping aside as he swung his scimitar at her head. Now she was angry.

�I can play rough, too.� Jordan said, grabbing a shuriken.

Whirling, she slashed his cheek in one move. As he shrieked in pain, Jordan�s eyes grew wide in disbelief as more of the dark blood welled from the deep cut she inflicted.

�Whoa�this is real! He must be a scout.� Jordan whispered to herself.

She needed to end this quick, before his friends came. Horrified, Jordan quickly beheaded the creature; its black blood sprayed in pulsating bursts, some of it splashed onto her as the body fell to the ground. Not waiting to see how long it took his companions to discover him missing and find, Jo, Jordan quickly flicked the tarry blood from her blade. The Immortal resheathed her Katana and shuriken as she turned and sprinted away as swiftly and silently as she could.

** Duncan! Where the hell are you?! ** Jordan thought desperately as she ran. Ducking beneath tree limbs, heedless of her direction, the Immortal dared not look over her shoulder; she needed to put as much distance between herself and those . . . things.

Behind her, she could hear animal-like gs, ss, screeches and the sound of undergrowth and branches snapping. They were closing in. Fear gave her the speed she needed, but even then, she was starting to tire. Running had never been a favorite sport or activity for her to do. The Immortal knew she was in trouble; she couldn�t outrun them, and Jordan was unfamiliar with the terrain.

�So be it.� Jordan said grimly.

Coming to a stop in a small clearing, the woman braced her hands on her knees and took a moment to catch her breath. Quickly she readied more shurikens in one hand and gripped her Katana in the other. Raising her sword to her lips, it gleamed in the sunlight as she placed a kis the the blade above the hilt.

** My friend and defender. ** Eyes closed, Jordan cleared her mind.

Focusing on the coming battle, Jordan didn�t notice the leaf suspended around her neck started to glow. The creatures were almost upon her. As they appeared in the clearing, a brilliant flash of light momentarily blinded her pursuers; strangely, Jordan wasn�t affected. Taking advantage of it, the Immortal drew back and threw a sidearm fastball, swiftly letting fly four of her shurikens, pleased when they imbedded themselves in their targets.

The horrific creatures clutched their throats as they fell to the ground, where they lay twitching then stilled. Enraged to see their fallen companions, the remaining creatures rushed towards the frightenemortmortal, their weapons drawn as the bright light faded.

***** ********* **********

The War of the Ring is over. The Dark Lord Sauron had been defeated. Through the free lands still roamed renegade bands of Orcs and Uruk-hai -- the scattered remnants of the Dark Army once commanded by the White Wizard Saruman, before his defeat at the hands of Gandalf the White.

Mounted on a white stallion sat Legolas, son of Tharanduil, King of Mirkwood; Gimli, son of Gloin sat on the smaller gelding that carried their supplies. The two Members of the Fellowship were traveling through the forest en route to the Elven land of Rivendell when Legolas� heightened senses prickled with awareness, warning him. Listening to the whispers of the trees, Legolas murmured,

�There is a strange presence in the woods, danger is near.� A bright flash of light caught their attention. Gimli harrumphed and said to his companion,

�What say you we look for the source of yonder light? Tis been a while since we�ve had some adventure.�

Turning his head, Legolas flashed the Dwarf a half smile; the gleam in the handsome Elf�s eyes belied his eagerness. Whispering Elvish words into his mount�s ear, Arod broke into a swift gallop towards the flash of light. Tied to Arod, Gimli�s mount kept pace. As they neared, the sounds of combat greeted them. Gimli fell off his mount�s back, rolling to his feet, his battle-axe was drawn and held ready.

Legolas leapt off Arod�s back as well, his great war-bow, a gift from Galadriel, notched. What greeted them was a sight, indeed. Before them was a slip of a Man, more likely a youth, with exceptionally long hair battling two Orcs simultaneously. It was a decidedly uneven match, for the Orcs looked to be having sport with the youth; in the background, their fell companions waited impatiently for a chance to jump into the fray.

There was something about the scene before him troubled the Elf. He noted the bodies of slain Orcst tht the youth was apparently alone. Legolas wondered where the stranger�s companion was. Slain? Mayhaps that was the reason the youth was left to fight by himself, the Wood Elf mused. Spying the two arrivals, the waiting Orcs rushed to engage them, weapons drawn, bloodlust in their evil eyes.

�They�re mine!� roared Gimli, as he fearlessly rushed to meet the oncoming Orcs.

Knowing the Dwarf was in no immediate danger, Legolas took the opportunity to study the stranger�s unusual fighting style as he notched and held his bow at the ready. The Orc on the Man�s right was about to deal him a fatal blow to the ribs when Legolas shot him with a well-placed arrow. He watched as the Man ran the other Orc thru with his unusual sword. Perhaps the Man possessed some skill with the sword after all.

* * *

Driven by the fierce will to survive, Jordan fought the creature before her; however, she was unused to fighting multiple opponents for extended periods of time. After all, only one Immortal at a time is allowed to challenge another.

** The rules of the Game obviously don�t apply here, ** she thought to herself.

Arms aching, her hair and body drenched in sweat, Jordan was starting to tire; her strikes were becoming more defensive than offensive when she felt the Buzz of Duncan�s arrival. She could�ve cried from relief when the creature on her right sprouted an arrow from it�s head before falling to the ground. The others had thankfully rushed off to engage Duncan. Fighting with renewed energy, Jordan doggedly conraterated on the one before her.

** He�s strong. ** The Immortal thought as she blocked a strike.

The Orc�s momentary distraction with his companion�s demise gave her the opportunity she needed; Jordan brought her blade up and ran him thru the abdomen with her Katana. Breathing hard, she allowed herself a grim smile of satisfaction as et oet out a shriek; it quickly disappeared when he grabbed the blade, pulling it�and her�closer, before he backhanded her across the face. The blow snapped Jordan�s head around and sent her spinning to the ground, where she landed hard.

* * You really do see stars. * * she thought, dazed.

Shaking her head to clear her vision, Jordan desperately wanted nothing more than to rest and catch her breath, but the creature above her had an arrow in its throat, and was in the proces fal falling on top of her. Not wanting to get impaled so soon after her recent �incident�, the Immortal forced her tired limbs to move. Scrambling away, Jordan didn�t get far as she was firmly yet gently pulled away and set on her feet. Jordan�s exhaustion was replaced by righteous anger that infused her body with strength as she turned to give Duncan a well-deserved tongue-lashing.

�Duncan--�

Only it wasn�t Duncan who stood before her. Shocked, the Immortal took an involuntary step backwards and stumbled over the dead creature�s body. She would�ve fallen again, if her rescuer hadn�t reached out and steadied her. Her rescuer was, for lack of a better word, simply gorgeous.

**Perfection.** her mind whispered.

The man�s features were flawless, symmetrical, unblemished, and�beautiful. Tall, lean of build, his long, blonde hair was drawn back, away from his forehead; at each temple were smaller braids, which kept his hair neatly away from his face. However, it was his eyes that held her. Strikingly blue, it made her think of the sky and the ocean on a warm summer day. Dressed in silvery brown clothes, with knee-high boots, he held a large bow in his left hand; Jordan could see arrows peeking out from his back. That explained the arrows in the creatures.

** I hope his name isn�t Aries. ** a detached part of her mind thought.

Catching sight of his companion, Jordan saw he was about a foot shorter than she. Stocky and powerfully built, he had a great mass of coarse, reddish-brown hair, making it hard to tell where his hair ended and his beard began. Confused, Jordan looked around, expecting to see Duncan, but it was just the three of them, and the dead bodies that littered the forest floor.
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