AN
Hello.
This is my first FanFction so bear with me please. This is a crossover between LOTR, POTC, Harry Potter and Lost.
Of course I own nothing in this fanfiction.
Please review if you think it is good or I wont write anymore.
Also tell me if you think I shud put anything else into this, such as star wars or anything.
Prolouge
A storm was raging in the sky above the Black Pearl which was being swamped with water from all angles. Jack was standing at the tiller, attempting to control the direction of his beloved boat. He had never seen a storm like this in all his long years at sea and even he was worried about the outcome of it. Will was clutching the mast, holding Elizabeth to him closely. Suddenly a wave, larger and stronger than any of the others crashed over the ship, knocking Jack down and making him cling desperately to the tiller to keep himself being swept of entirely. Eventually he managed to pull himself to his feet, shaking his hat of, splashing more water over the tiller. He looked up to find the ship in complete chaos, people where lying against boxes injured having been thrown against them, people clinging on to the railings and other people just to stay on the boat. He looked over to where Elizabeth and Will had been, and nearly fell over as he realised they had gone from there spot, and where no where to be seen. Suddenly there came a shout.
"CAPTAIN!"
The same storm was raging in another world, another sea. Frodo was clinging onto the railings of the once graceful ship which he had taken to Valinor. Elrond was standing by the tiller attempting to control the movement of the ship and Aragorn, Arwen, and Legolas where attempting to control the harsh rocking of the boat by lowering and raising sails in some complicated pattern Frodo wasn't even going to try to work out. Pippin, Merry and Sam were clinging on to Gandalf, who somehow was standing fir against the storm, shouting words of magic out into it. Gimli was clinging onto the railings next to Frodo; both too prod to use Gandalf as a clinging post. Looking out into the blackness of the ocean, Frodo suddenly saw something that made no sense, but do much damage.
"ROCK!"
Harry placed yet another Impervius charm onto his glasses as he flinched from yet another lightning bolt. He glanced behind to see Hermione, who was riding on the back of his firebolt shut her eyes. He faintly heard her murmuring the dates of the Goblin rebellion and felt her relax slightly behind him. He almost smiled; trust Hermione to calm herself by reciting facts! He suddenly heard a shout from a few metres to the left of him and saw a shape falling through the sky.
"RON!"
Sawyer was standing in disbelief on the beach. How had he, and so many others survived that? People were screaming, there was fire, blood everywhere. One man was running around helping people out. Sawyer immediately labelled him as the "hero", turned away in disgust and lit a cigarette. A girl was continually screaming behind him and people were calling peoples names over and over again growing more panicky. A man sprinted past him yelling a boys name, asking sawyer if hed seen his son. Sawyer tunred away and the man ran on.
"WALT!"