The Wrath of Bronny Poo

The Wrath of Bronny Poo

Chapter 2

Anger Management - NOT!

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The sound of glass smashing could be heard through sick bay.

\"Do you think tranquilizers will help?\"

\"Dammit, Jim, I\'m a doctor, not an animal trainer!\" Dr. McCoy rolled his eyes and remained behind Security Officer Bob.\"If I could get close to him with a tranq gun, we would know the answer to that, wouldn\'t we!\" he retorted.

More smashing glass.

\"Doctor McCoy, I am afraid he is going to hurt someone.\" The security officer\'s gentle eyes took in the angry creature before him.

\"Maybe Mr. Spock could talk to him... do that mind meld or nerve pinch thingy he does...\"

\"Why me?\" The Vulcan spat. \"Why is it always me to do my Vulcan ‘thingy\' as you so crudely put it, when things get rough?\"

\"Well, it\'s obvious he\'s related to you!\"

Spock glared.

The object of the Enterprise\'s ire stood in the middle of the medical lab, turning, in constant motion, between the crew and the door. The Big Elf was clothed in a grey tunic and leggings with soft, supple leather boots. His beautiful long moon blonde hair was braided back in an intricate style.

Kirk felt a stirring in his loins.

And promptly squashed it. (Must be the long hair)

He yelled in an incomprehensible language.

\"Can we get a translator up here?\" Kirk stage-whispered to Security Officer Bob.

\"Workin\' on it, sir.\" Security Officer Bob was talking frantically in his communicator to other security personnel.

\"Maybe ve can deestract hymm vhile Mr. Spock peenches hymm?\" Checov whispered back to Kirk. He leaned over to McCoy. \"How deed ve get een dees seetuation?\"

\"Easy. He was coming out of it, so we had the other two moved to the other sickbay.\"

The Big Elf was clearly pissed to the tip of his pointed ears.

\"Tell you what,\" Kirk smiled jovially. \"We circle him and rush him and Spock can pinch him.\"

\"Sounds like a plan.\"

The group spread out, causing the Big Elf to look about nervously, as he was circled.

\"On the count of three... one... two... THREE!\" The group rushed the Elf and Spock pinched the nerve in his neck, causing him to fall with a sickening thud to the floor.

Kirk stood up, straightening his tunic. \"Well, it\'s said the bigger they are, the harder they fall, but once they are flat on the floor, they aren\'t very big at all.\" Each officer was up and looking down at the fallen Elf. With a motion and command from Doctor McCoy, they picked him up and put him on a sickbed.

Buzzers and lasers and arrows showing vital signs lit up and the doctor watched for several minutes.

\"Damn, Jim. This being is more a machine than Spock. But he is not related to the Vulcans, pointed ears or no pointed ears.\"

\"How can you tell?\"

\"Blood\'s not green. He picked up a pale hand. \"Nope, not green at all.\" He motioned to Spock and between the two, they restrained the large being, tying him down.

Kirk\'s loins tightened again.

He quickly squashed the thought. (Must be the restraints.)

\"Spock. Can you mind meld with him? Find out what is going on in that beautiful head of his?\"

The Science Officer quirked an eyebrow in disgust and moved closer to the bed. Gracefully, he moved his hand up and placed his fingers over the face and prominent nose of the Elf. For several minutes, his own face contorted, as he waltzed through the mind of the Elf. Finally, he pulled up, releasing the Elf, confusion on his face.

\"His name is Haldir. He is an Elf from Lorien and was at one time the MarchWarden of the Northern Fences, which I take to be a rather lofty and prestigious position. He is worried about his wife.\"

***

McCoy, Kirk, Spock, and Nurse Chapel stood around the bed containing the small woman.

\"I assume this is his wife?\" Kirk asked.

\"She is quite... lovely.\" Spock was looking at her, with what appeared to be desire written on his face.

Nurse Chapel saw it and immediately began to make plans to kill the loathsome woman. How dare she steal her man... er... Vulcan!

\"Dammit, Spock! I\'m a doctor, not a beauty pageant judge!\" McCoy leaned over her and began to pump adrenalin inducing drugs into her body. Slowly, her vital signs began to stabilize and her breathing resumed a more normal rise and fall.

Spock watched this with interest. ‘What a marvelous set of mammary glands!\' he thought to himself.

‘What a set of knockers!\' McCoy was thinking.

‘The Elf is married to her? Damn!\' thought Kirk. \'Of course, she wasn\'t too bad herself! She has some fine tits!\'

‘I hate her!\' thought Nurse Chapel. ‘She must die a painful death!\'

Slowly, brandy brown eyes fluttered opened and she jumped at the sight of the four of them standing over her. McCoy took her hand reassuringly.

\"There, there, my dear. You are safe.\"

The woman looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

\"Miss. My name is James T. Kirk. This is Spock, Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel. We have rescued you from a rather...\"

\"Turn loose of my hand, you nasty old man!\" The woman jerked her hand from the good doctor\'s grasp and turned to the one who seemed to be in charge. \"Where the hell is my husband?\"

Kirk seemed to look a little dazed and confused. \"Well, you were with two males...\"

\"Yeah, yeah, yeah. The tall one with the pointed ears? That\'s my husband! Haldir.\" She looked around and saw the dark haired man in the black robes still in a state of suspended animation on the bed next to her. \"What the hell have you done with Severus?\" She was sitting up now and attempted to swing her legs over. Nurse Chapel none to gently attempted to pin her down and keep her from getting up, but the woman kicked her in the knees and with a strength not seen in many, literally flung the larger woman across the floor. She jumped off the bed and stood next to the still unconscious man, gently holding his hand and stroking the hair from his lean, hawk-like features. \"Lhugmin. M\'aelamin, lhugmin.\"

McCoy went to stand on the other side of the bed, monitoring the vital signs. \"He is a... relative? A friend?\"

\"Friend. Lover.\"

Kirk was helping Nurse Chapel off the floor. Her eyes first shot daggers at the woman for putting her in that awkward and embarrassing situation and then she glared at Spock for not noticing her awkwardness and embarrassment.

\"The blonde with the ears is your husband and this one is your... lover?\"

\"I said that, didn\'t I?\" She continued to check out the dark clad man. She finally turned around and faced the men. \"Wake him up and take me to my husband.\"

\"Now, hold on just a minute, little lady!\" McCoy was in charge of this sickbay and he would be damned if some upstart was going to come in and take over. \"Your... husband is just fine and we have a few...\"

She smiled.

It was a beautiful smile. Slowly, she brought up a hand and place a single finger across his lips, stroking them. \"My name is Bronwyn. Bronwyn Morgan ap Powell, Beloved of Haldir of Lorien, the Historian of the first Three Ages, the Storyteller of the Races, the Protector and Seer of the Future, the Musician of the All, the Voice of the Unheard, the Keeper of the Truth and of the Innocent. I am Tel\' Lindar, The Bard of Arda, dear sir, and I am most distressed.\" Her voice was low and smooth, like melted chocolate. \"I wish for you to wake Severus and take me to my husband. He will be most upset if he wakes and I am not there with him. He might smash your glassware.\"

Well, that was an understatement.

\"Why don\'t I take you to him and wake him and then I will come back and wake your... friend?\"

She leaned up on tiptoe and kissed him sweetly on a weathered cheek. \"That would be lovely.\"

McCoy tucked her hand in his arm and proceeded to stroll in a gentlemanly way from one room to the next.

Spock and Kirk looked at each other, eyebrows down and gleams in their eyes. McCoy might have had the first smile, but it wasn\'t over yet!

The War for Bronwyn had begun.

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tbc
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Lhugmin - My Serpent
M\'aelamin - my love