What's a Hellmouth?
Okay, do not own any of the characters, wish I did 'cause, wow, hello elves. Anyway, this is my first fic, please be gentle. The characters belong to Joss Whedon (BTVS) and JRRTolkien (LOTR). I bow to their genious. If you want to read a big epic, well-written story, please leave. If you want to read a story written in a fit of boredom cause math sucks, continue.
Gandalf walked silently down one of the many halls in Imladris, hands behind his back, bearded chin tucked into his chest in thought, bright blue gaze studying the ground. Beside him walked his long-time friend and ally, Elrond Peredhel, Lord of the Valley. The half-Elf was also silent, his grey-blue eyes troubled, his mouth turned down slightly.
"Is there nothing we can do, then?" Gandalf spared Elrond a glance from the corner of his eye, then continued to stare at the ground pensively, shaking his head. "Nay," the Istari replied heavily, turning a corner, "'Tis impossible to fight demons we have no knowledge of. Not even the mighty Glorfindel has encountered creatures such as these, and I highly doubt he would be able to fight an unknown demon without a hint of weakness."
Elrond sighed and closed his eyes, though he continued walking, his senses highly trained from millenia of combat, so he knew if he were to walk into anything. "How can we hope to defeat Sauron and his minions if not even the mighty Balrog Slayer can fell these foul beasts."
The half-elf continued walking, eyes now open, but stopped in confusion and turned to Gandalf, who had stopped and was now standing in the middle of the hallway. "Gandalf?" The Istari looked at him, and Elrond felt his hope kindling anew at the brightness in the other's eyes. "Do you have a plan, mellon?"
Gandalf's lips twitched into a small smile, and he nodded. "We can hope if we have two slayers, meldir. And, perhaps, yes, a Key." He was now muttering to himself, his hands stroking his long, grey beard, eyes bright and distant. "A Key, yes, and one powerful enough to close the door."
Elrond frowned, brow furrowing. "Two? I know that Ecthelion and the other soldiers of Gondolin fought bravely against Morgoth, but only Glorfindel was allowed to be reborn. And a key? What do you wish to do, lock the demons away?" Suddenly, blue-grey eyes widened in panic. "Mellon," he began, "you...you are not thinking of challenging Mandos himself? It would be asking for death!"
Gandalf shook his head and began to walk away in another direction, toward the main house. "Nay, mellon, I will not challenge Mandos. Come," he said, gesturing for the half-elf to follow him, "I have an idea, and I will need your help, along with others."
Elrond followed, albeit hesitantly. When they reached his study, they found Erestor and Glorfindel already present. Erestor bowed and said, "We had a feeling you two would need our aid in a matter, so we hurried here." He looked to Gandalf, who smiled slightly and nodded before sitting down and gesturing to the elf-lords to do the same. When they were all settled, Gandalf leaned forward and said, "I shall need your help and utmost discretion, mellyn." When all three nodded, Gandalf took a deep breath and began. "Before we continue, I must ask you all something. Do you know what a Hellmouth is?"