First, many thanks to the wonderful Christopher Paolini and J.R.R. Tolkien for providing us with these wonderful universes to experience.
Second, anything recognizable does not belong to me, I'm just shuffling things around in a way I like. The Shrrgnein in this story is not the one in Inheritance Cycle, the only similarities are the name and 'Fists of Steel'.
I hope you enjoy it! (I'm new to posting things to ff, so please bear with me if the formatting is weird.)
Chapter 1: Introductions
The last thing Thorin remembered, he was arguing with Thranduil about troop placement in the coming battle, when he woke up, he was in a forest he did not recognize; surrounded by his sister sons, Thranduil and his youngest son Legolas. He roused the boys, then set about trying to wake the two elves up in the most annoying way possible.
A short while later, with a very irritated pair of elves finally awake, the Middle Earthians got to studying their surroundings. They decided the clearing they were in was "base camp" from which to start exploring. Thorin and Thranduil grudgingly agreed to stay and guard the "camp" while the boys went to scout.
"Well, this was a great idea!" Thorin growled not five minutes later, his patience with the elven king at an end when said elf got snarky with Thorin about figuring out what had happened and where they were. His thoughts of strangling the elf with his own hair cut off when the bushes to the side of camp rustled and five men with seven horses came into the clearing.
"Isn't this a fine surprise! What have we here? An elf and a dwarf, both so very far from home." The men's leader said. Thranduil and Thorin, being hardened warriors, had come alert as soon as the bushes had started rustling and slowly went back to back as the men started advancing.
"How much do you think the dwarf would be at Dras-Leona?" one of the men said, to which Thorin growled.
"I don't think this one would be worth the trouble, not like the other two we already have, what about the elf? He worth the trouble, boss?" Said another.
Both Thorin and Thranduil realized at the same moment that these men were slavers, and that they had two dwarves in their keeping. Thorin especially was concerned, given that his nephews had not reported back, and the possibility of them running into these men was high. The Slaver's leader gave them a look-over and seemed to be thinking, he then said "Well, they both look healthy enough to survive the block, but I don't know if it'll be worth the trouble trying to subdue them."
Just then Fili, Kili and Legolas came through the bushes behind Thorin and Thranduil, evening the odds against the men; grateful that his nephews were unharmed, Thorin quietly said, "On count of three" to the others. When Thorin gave the word, they attacked and quickly subdued the men. Thorin walked up to the slaver's leader and roughly shoved him against a nearby tree. "You said you had two dwarves, where are they?" he shouted at the man.
"Th-The horses!" The leader choked. Thorin dropped him and walked over to the horses, he didn't bother with the five the men had rode in on, and went straight to the two with the bundles the slavers had been leading. He stopped at the closest one and started to unwrap the heavy cloth it had over it, only to stop when it started to wriggle so violently it fell off the horse, he finished unwrapping it to discover that it was a very irate young looking blonde dwarrow, who appeared to be ready to verbally tear into his captors, and seemed extremely surprised to see Thorin. He worked out the gag that had been forced into the blondes' mouth and quickly untied him.
The blonde stood up nodding his thanks to Thorin, before jogging over to the other bundle and beginning to untie it, earning himself a kick in the face. "Oww! That was my nose you fat arse!" he yelled. The bundle made a mumbling sound before wriggling itself off as the blonde had done. He kneeled down to untie the cloth, and to the astonishment of the Middle Earthians, revealed a silver haired dwarrowdam, that looked identical to the blonde. Once the dam was untied, they both stood up, bowed in unison, and the blonde said "Well, I guess seeing as how you folks rescued us, we should introduce ourselves." "I'm Shrrgnein" the silver dam said, "And I'm her twin brother Urzhnein!"