A ring can represent practically anything. Undying love, a silent promise, real friendship, commitment, but also nobility, worship or faith. There are rings that symbolize dependence, enslavement, eternity, and apparently there is one that stands for all that’s evil in this world. But let’s not forget a ring is nothing more than a piece of metal that fits nicely around a finger. It doesn’t even have to be pretty.
So don’t ask me why I ended up risking my life, going on this quest to destroy one. I mean, you can’t really blame me for getting caught up in things I don’t even believe in, right?
Be warned: this is a tenth walker fic and English is my second language. It’s possible you’ll hate this story, but don’t forget you’re not legally obliged to do so. And seriously, I really like readers and absolutely love reviewers.
Thuringwethil is the least of Sofia's problems...
At Cleveland's Hellmouth the Vampire Slayers Sofia and Vi fight a fell beast but when the malicious creature goes through a portal Sofia goes with it. Landing in Middle Earth she is found by the Rangers who are accompanied by Arwen and the Sons of Elrond on a journey to Lothlórien. They discover a devious plan by the Dark Lord Sauron to resurrect his ancient minion, Thuringwethil, who was the First Vampire. Now it is up to Sofia and her new comrades to prevent that from happening.
Which is more complicated than it should be; thanks to a love affair with an elf, an evil sorcerer who stole the body of her former husband, interfering Valar, and more drama than a telenovela...