New fanfic - thought it would be interessting to have a go at a King Arthur - Lord Of The Rings crossover after reading a few. It is plotted out - but I'll see how it goes before posting chapter two. Constructive criticism welcomed - all spelling is in British - sorry to all the Non-Brit readers out there.

PLOT: When news of strange happenings around Isenguard reaches Gondor, Gandalf finds that the fugitive Orcs of Middle Earth have united under a new foe... one that has his heart bent on the conquest of Our Earth - moreover, the famous city of Camelot, hiding an unlikely secret.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended - I own nothing except how the words are put together.

Anyway, here's chapter one - enjoy!


I : Rain on Badon Hill

It was raining on Badon hill. The fields on the edge of Hadrian's Wall were littered with the bodies of men; many Saxon's, hundreds of Woads... and two Samartian knights. Gawain was carrying Tristan's body across the battlefield, which was dotted with the charred remains of haystacks, some of which were still smoking. Galahad walked beside him, when, through the hazy smoke, they caught sight of two figures kneeling over a body, a white horse snorting at his master's dead body. Gawain dropped the body he was holding, forcing Galahad to catch the bloody body as the older knight ran over to look down upon the dead body that lay there. Lancelot. And beside him, overcome with guilt, their Roman leader.

They stayed there well into the night, Arthur silent, cursing, blaming himself for the deaths of his comrades. Eventually, Bors put a hand on his leader's shoulder.

"Arthur. We must return."

Arthur nodded once, and wearily rose to his feet, Guinevere by his side. Silent, the knights rode back to the wall, Arthur carrying the body of Lancelot, and Galahad that of Tristan. Merlin greeted them as they entered the fort, and took Lancelot's limp body from the hands of Arthur somewhat hurriedly, and the tired Roman retired to his room. The other two remaining knights slipped away into the darkness, Bors to the tavern and Gawain to brush his horse, no doubt wanting time alone to think over the price victory had cost.

This left Galahad alone with Tristan's body at his feet. Galahad looked at the body uneasily. He eventually escaped his thoughts and, sighing heavily, bent down to pick up the body. But he immediately jumped back, startled. Was it his imagination, or did Tristan blink? A well of hope filled up inside Galahad, and, though he tried to mask his excitement, knowing if he was wrong it would come hard, Galahad was brimming with it. He tried a stern face, which undoubtedly made him look a little stupid. Come on now, Galahad. It was only the wind. But there is no wind! Well, then it was when you moved his body. But you didn't! You were about to. The two voices argued back and forth inside his head.

"Oh shut up!" Galahad found himself shouting, making a horse spook and Jols, who had been mucking out the horses' stall, jump up with surprise. He looked at Galahad, shocked.
"Oh... Jols..." Galahad found himself lost for words. "Umm... you're... making... too much noise?" Galahad said with a questioning tone to his voice. Realising this would sound as if he wasn't sure, he cleared his throat and started again in a voice that held more authority.
"You were making too much noise." Jols simply nodded once, finding Galahad's behaviour to be somewhat strange, but didn't question it, believing it to be an aftershock of the battle, and he led the still panicking horse out of the stables to see the blacksmith.

Galahad sighed with relief, and turned back to the body at his feet. He was still considering what to do when an almost inaudible choked cough escaped the scout's lips, and Galahad froze... his heart skipping a beat. Now that he was sure Tristan was alive, he hadn't the slightest idea what to do. He supposed he should call the others, but found himself in an utter state of panic, not completely sure if it was indeed the right decision to tell the other knights, almost as if his conscience was warning him against it, but he was so shaken he couldn't care less.

"Hello? Tristan?" Galahad hovered over the still form. Suddenly Tristan blinked, and his icy eyes bored up into Galahad's own. Galahad started. "Tristan!" A long pause followed. Galahad, who had expected some kind of response, was taken aback. "Hold on while I get help..." Galahad trailed off, as he considered what he exactly was going to do.
"Err... Tristan! Stay with me! I'm just going to... to... to tell Bors! Yes, don't worry, Bors will be here soon!" He was sure his panicky voice wouldn't be helping Tristan, but he seemed to be doing it sub-consciously. His legs feeling rather numb, he stumbled past the stables and caught sight of the tavern, and Bors, who was clearly quite drunk. Galahad winced.

Maybe not... He thought, as he veered off to try and find Gawain. He rounded the corner of the stables, and conveniently found himself nearly bumping into the very knight he had been looking for. Gawain looked over the top of his horses' saddle that he was carrying and frowned down at Galahad.

"Galahad! Watch where you're going!" Gawain sounded pretty startled. Galahad opened his mouth, then closed it again, his breath coming out in gasps.

"There's... He's... Tristan's alive! Gawain! He's alive!" Galahad managed to splutter. Gawain's jaw line was clenched, and his whole body seemed to tense up when Galahad said this.

"Galahad, please, I'm not in the mood for this!"

"But... But..." Galahad stammered innocently.

"GALAHAD! Go play you're drunken pranks on somebody else!" Gawain roared, storming past his friend, and leaving Galahad staring after him in confusion.

Galahad considered shouting after him, but hesitated. Gawain just didn't want to know. Galahad kicked a rock in frustration, which caused him to yelp, before he finally resorted to sending the retreating back of Gawain evil glares. He turned to where the white moonlight lit the courtyard in a dim glow. A sudden thought hit him. What if Tristan wasn't dead earlier, but was now? He quickly grabbed his friend's body and hoisted him up onto his shoulders before staggering into his quarters, where he laid Tristan's body on the hard bed.
"Right!" He said to himself. "What now...?"


Next Chapter (Spoiler - Don't say I didn't warn you.): Tristan turns out to be alive, but injured. Gandalf meets with Galahad, and gives Galahad some useful advice.