This was a random idea that I came up with on some night when I was way too
tired for my own good. A Lord of the Rings/Final Fantasy 7 crossover! This
idea could be could be absolutely awful considering that it's a video
game/book crossover and I'm using the language from the book more then the
game. However, I'm going to try it and just see what happens. **if** I
get reviews, then I might continue it! Lol well just read it and see what
you think..
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the rings, nor anything from Final Fantasy Seven
Note: I have read all three Lord of the ring books as well as the Hobbit and the Simarallion. This fiction will be based solely off the books and not the movies, so there might be spoilers as well as elvish. It might start off mostly with Lord of the Rings characters, but it will go into Final Fantasy seven soon!
This takes place after The Return of the king, and "Meteor" and assumes that Legolas stayed in Mirkwood.
The cloaked figure whispered quietly to his horse, urging it to go faster, faster. What he whispered was so quiet that it would be impossible for any man to hear what he said, and even if they did, they most likely wouldn't understand it. For the language spoken was the beautiful ancient language of the elves, a musical tongue that was uttered less and less across middle earth, for the elves were sowing leave the shores for the haven that lay across the seas. The rider however remained in middle earth, and was currently racing through a forest, determined to get to his destination before nightfall, and the light of day was already beginning to fade.
"Avorn, avorn!"* The words were almost silent, but to the rider they seemed to echo all around the trees with the urgency that was in them. He had been riding now for three days stopping only briefly to rest his horse, and finally his destination was almost in sight. Minis Truth loomed just beyond the wood, and the rider quickly continued towards it, quickly reaching the main gate and galloping through it, into the city. In the hustle and bustle of the city, such hurry was unusual, and the rider, with his hood pulled over his head received many strange looks as he continued towards the palace, seemingly oblivious to the attention he was getting. He would have gone right through into the palace courtyards if the guards at the palace hadn't stopped him.
"Who are you, and what is your business here?" One asked, boldly stepping in front of the speeding horse. The rider simply pulled off his cloak, revealing long, golden hair and pointed ears.
"I must speak to lord Elessar at once!" he replied. It was all the guards needed to let him through. The Prince of Mirkwood was no stranger to the land of Gondor. One of them nodded and let the horse continue into the courtyard where the prince gracefully dismounted and let one of the stable boys take his horse away. There was a slight confusion here because the horse had no reins, Legolas not having needed them, but the boy bowed and reluctantly tried to lead the horse by his mane. The elf turned around to see another soldier waiting for him. After nodding respectfully, the solider asked,
"Is my lord expecting you?" Legolas shook his head, and explained,
"It is very urgent though; could you please be as good as to show me to him?" The soldier knew that Aragorn was currently eating with his wife, Arwen, but decided not to let this prevent the elf from seeing him, knowing this would not be wise from the urgency in his voice.
"Follow me." The soldier said, leading Legolas into the palace.
Aragorn was relaxing and taking his mid-day meal with Arwen when a knock sounded on their chamber door.
"Enter" Aragorn said simply, hoping it was not some fussy councilman coming to him with one complain or another. Instead, he was very surprised to see a golden haired elf open the door and admit himself. Aragorn was overjoyed.
"My dear friend, it has been too long since you last visited. Please come in and share our meal with-"He stopped, seeing the grim expression on his friend's face.
"What is it Legolas?" Arwen asked, also standing up. She knew that Legolas of Mirkwood was rarely seen grim-faced, and when he was, something obviously must have been very wrong.
"I come to share with you grim events indeed." Legolas said seriously. He was tired from the battle that had preceded his epic ride, and the ride itself had not helped. He would have liked to enjoy the evening with his friends, but his news could not wait. Aragorn saw this exhaustion, and found it strange since even the ride from Mirkwood to Gondor did not normally wear his elf friend out.
"Sit my friend and tell us your tidings, for they must be grim indeed for you to be so grim!" Aragorn said to Legolas, leading him towards a comfortable chair. Legolas gladly took the offer and sat, closing his eyes momentarily to ward off the sleep that threatened to overtake him. Aragorn quickly retrieved a glass and poured some water for the tired elf, which was gratefully received. After taking a long sip he began to relieve the urgent news in length to his friends.
"A shadow has fallen over Mirkwood. Something that is much stronger then simple the Orcs or the Spiders lurks within it. It is shadow with a huge strength, something that we cannot defeat."
He looked at for a moment at the rulers of Gondor. Their faces were confused any troubled, but they didn't say anything, so he continued.
"A patrol had been sent out to scout the forest around our domain for any nearby dangers. When they didn't return after several days, we sent another patrol out, with me in it to search for those lost. We found them on the edge of the forest, all of them dead, all of them obviously slashed to death by a sword. We grieved for them sadly, and pondered how in the world 50 strong could be killed so easily. We found our answer all too soon. A figured swathed all in black leapt down at us with a huge sword. We shot him several times with arrows, but none seemed to affect it. It just kept slashing at us, felling all 20 of my comrades before turning on me."
Legolas closed his eyes again. The memory of his fallen soldiers was painful to recall, but he kept going.
"I could barely defend myself with my knives, it just continued to keep going, ignoring the arrows that dotted its entire body. I continued to try and dodge it, but it was fruitless, the thing was destined to kill me."
Aragorn interrupted then.
"How did you survive then?"
Legolas could not help but smile at his friend's obvious impatience.
"I am getting to that. For some odd reason, the light from the sun shined on my cloak clasp, the one given to me by the lady Galadriel while we were in Lorién. It hit where the creature's eyes must have been, for it groaned in an almost human like way and leapt off me, only momentarily, but in enough time for me to mount my horse and gallop away. I just escaped for the shadow ran after me. I thought we were safe for the time being since the thing seemed to lurk only in the forest, but after getting home, I found that an entire village had been raided and destroyed, all by this same figure. Somehow it traveled fast enough to kill an entire village between its attack on me and my soldiers and my ride home. This convinced my father that we would have no hope against this thing without allies. It confuses us, usually we can handle anything, but in this, we need help! Messengers have been sent all over middle earth, and you know it is hard for us to ask for help. I myself volunteered to come here, but I spent half of my journey being followed by whatever it was. I had to be swift to get here, and I haven't rested since that first battle. How can one thing be responsible for all of this?"
Aragorn tried to absorb what Legolas had just related to him. He wouldn't have believed anything about it at all, except that Legolas looked extremely tired and, what was that? He looked afraid. Trying to think of something to say to his elvish friend, he was lost for words. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, another knock came to his door.
"Come in" he said automatically. Several soldiers entered the room.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked tensely. His relaxing evening seemed to be no longer so, and by the looks on some of the soldier's faces, he knew more bad news was to come. The one in highest rank among them, a captain, saluted and said grimly.
"My lord, a village just south of here was attacked and burned. There are only 2 children that had been away for the day who came back later to see the mess. Nothing is taken; it was simply a slaughter mission."
Aragorn's throat constricted as the next words came out of his mouth.
"Do you have any idea who is responsible for it?" The solider shook his head. The children are in shock, we have brought them here, but they only continue to gibber a few words."
"What are they?" Asked Arwen, knowing that he husband dreaded the answer too much to ask himself.
"Milady, they continue to say, "It was a shadow, a figure in black with a giant blade"
Deep in the depths of a forest near Gondor, a figure all in black stroked his blood stained blade, whispering, "Good job my Masamune."
Tbc?
Well, tell me what you think? I know there wasn't a lot of FF7 in this chapter, but I needed to get started. I'll put a lot more in my next chapter if people seem to like this. It's just an experiment, I don't know if I'll continue this or not.
Lady-Daine
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the rings, nor anything from Final Fantasy Seven
Note: I have read all three Lord of the ring books as well as the Hobbit and the Simarallion. This fiction will be based solely off the books and not the movies, so there might be spoilers as well as elvish. It might start off mostly with Lord of the Rings characters, but it will go into Final Fantasy seven soon!
This takes place after The Return of the king, and "Meteor" and assumes that Legolas stayed in Mirkwood.
The cloaked figure whispered quietly to his horse, urging it to go faster, faster. What he whispered was so quiet that it would be impossible for any man to hear what he said, and even if they did, they most likely wouldn't understand it. For the language spoken was the beautiful ancient language of the elves, a musical tongue that was uttered less and less across middle earth, for the elves were sowing leave the shores for the haven that lay across the seas. The rider however remained in middle earth, and was currently racing through a forest, determined to get to his destination before nightfall, and the light of day was already beginning to fade.
"Avorn, avorn!"* The words were almost silent, but to the rider they seemed to echo all around the trees with the urgency that was in them. He had been riding now for three days stopping only briefly to rest his horse, and finally his destination was almost in sight. Minis Truth loomed just beyond the wood, and the rider quickly continued towards it, quickly reaching the main gate and galloping through it, into the city. In the hustle and bustle of the city, such hurry was unusual, and the rider, with his hood pulled over his head received many strange looks as he continued towards the palace, seemingly oblivious to the attention he was getting. He would have gone right through into the palace courtyards if the guards at the palace hadn't stopped him.
"Who are you, and what is your business here?" One asked, boldly stepping in front of the speeding horse. The rider simply pulled off his cloak, revealing long, golden hair and pointed ears.
"I must speak to lord Elessar at once!" he replied. It was all the guards needed to let him through. The Prince of Mirkwood was no stranger to the land of Gondor. One of them nodded and let the horse continue into the courtyard where the prince gracefully dismounted and let one of the stable boys take his horse away. There was a slight confusion here because the horse had no reins, Legolas not having needed them, but the boy bowed and reluctantly tried to lead the horse by his mane. The elf turned around to see another soldier waiting for him. After nodding respectfully, the solider asked,
"Is my lord expecting you?" Legolas shook his head, and explained,
"It is very urgent though; could you please be as good as to show me to him?" The soldier knew that Aragorn was currently eating with his wife, Arwen, but decided not to let this prevent the elf from seeing him, knowing this would not be wise from the urgency in his voice.
"Follow me." The soldier said, leading Legolas into the palace.
Aragorn was relaxing and taking his mid-day meal with Arwen when a knock sounded on their chamber door.
"Enter" Aragorn said simply, hoping it was not some fussy councilman coming to him with one complain or another. Instead, he was very surprised to see a golden haired elf open the door and admit himself. Aragorn was overjoyed.
"My dear friend, it has been too long since you last visited. Please come in and share our meal with-"He stopped, seeing the grim expression on his friend's face.
"What is it Legolas?" Arwen asked, also standing up. She knew that Legolas of Mirkwood was rarely seen grim-faced, and when he was, something obviously must have been very wrong.
"I come to share with you grim events indeed." Legolas said seriously. He was tired from the battle that had preceded his epic ride, and the ride itself had not helped. He would have liked to enjoy the evening with his friends, but his news could not wait. Aragorn saw this exhaustion, and found it strange since even the ride from Mirkwood to Gondor did not normally wear his elf friend out.
"Sit my friend and tell us your tidings, for they must be grim indeed for you to be so grim!" Aragorn said to Legolas, leading him towards a comfortable chair. Legolas gladly took the offer and sat, closing his eyes momentarily to ward off the sleep that threatened to overtake him. Aragorn quickly retrieved a glass and poured some water for the tired elf, which was gratefully received. After taking a long sip he began to relieve the urgent news in length to his friends.
"A shadow has fallen over Mirkwood. Something that is much stronger then simple the Orcs or the Spiders lurks within it. It is shadow with a huge strength, something that we cannot defeat."
He looked at for a moment at the rulers of Gondor. Their faces were confused any troubled, but they didn't say anything, so he continued.
"A patrol had been sent out to scout the forest around our domain for any nearby dangers. When they didn't return after several days, we sent another patrol out, with me in it to search for those lost. We found them on the edge of the forest, all of them dead, all of them obviously slashed to death by a sword. We grieved for them sadly, and pondered how in the world 50 strong could be killed so easily. We found our answer all too soon. A figured swathed all in black leapt down at us with a huge sword. We shot him several times with arrows, but none seemed to affect it. It just kept slashing at us, felling all 20 of my comrades before turning on me."
Legolas closed his eyes again. The memory of his fallen soldiers was painful to recall, but he kept going.
"I could barely defend myself with my knives, it just continued to keep going, ignoring the arrows that dotted its entire body. I continued to try and dodge it, but it was fruitless, the thing was destined to kill me."
Aragorn interrupted then.
"How did you survive then?"
Legolas could not help but smile at his friend's obvious impatience.
"I am getting to that. For some odd reason, the light from the sun shined on my cloak clasp, the one given to me by the lady Galadriel while we were in Lorién. It hit where the creature's eyes must have been, for it groaned in an almost human like way and leapt off me, only momentarily, but in enough time for me to mount my horse and gallop away. I just escaped for the shadow ran after me. I thought we were safe for the time being since the thing seemed to lurk only in the forest, but after getting home, I found that an entire village had been raided and destroyed, all by this same figure. Somehow it traveled fast enough to kill an entire village between its attack on me and my soldiers and my ride home. This convinced my father that we would have no hope against this thing without allies. It confuses us, usually we can handle anything, but in this, we need help! Messengers have been sent all over middle earth, and you know it is hard for us to ask for help. I myself volunteered to come here, but I spent half of my journey being followed by whatever it was. I had to be swift to get here, and I haven't rested since that first battle. How can one thing be responsible for all of this?"
Aragorn tried to absorb what Legolas had just related to him. He wouldn't have believed anything about it at all, except that Legolas looked extremely tired and, what was that? He looked afraid. Trying to think of something to say to his elvish friend, he was lost for words. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, another knock came to his door.
"Come in" he said automatically. Several soldiers entered the room.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked tensely. His relaxing evening seemed to be no longer so, and by the looks on some of the soldier's faces, he knew more bad news was to come. The one in highest rank among them, a captain, saluted and said grimly.
"My lord, a village just south of here was attacked and burned. There are only 2 children that had been away for the day who came back later to see the mess. Nothing is taken; it was simply a slaughter mission."
Aragorn's throat constricted as the next words came out of his mouth.
"Do you have any idea who is responsible for it?" The solider shook his head. The children are in shock, we have brought them here, but they only continue to gibber a few words."
"What are they?" Asked Arwen, knowing that he husband dreaded the answer too much to ask himself.
"Milady, they continue to say, "It was a shadow, a figure in black with a giant blade"
Deep in the depths of a forest near Gondor, a figure all in black stroked his blood stained blade, whispering, "Good job my Masamune."
Tbc?
Well, tell me what you think? I know there wasn't a lot of FF7 in this chapter, but I needed to get started. I'll put a lot more in my next chapter if people seem to like this. It's just an experiment, I don't know if I'll continue this or not.
Lady-Daine