The Sky Warriors
I DO NOT own Lord of the Rings or Star Wars.
Chapter One: Liberation on Weathertop
"My tomato's burst."
"Could I have some bacon?"
"Want a tomato, Sam?"
Frodo Baggins, horrified, witnessed Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck, and Peregrin "Pippin" Took cooking food over a fire. Did these people not understand what was after them?
"What are you doing!?" he cried, getting to his feet.
"Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon," Merry explained with pride.
"We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo," Sam offered, holding out a bowl.
"Put it out, you fools!" the frightened Hobbit demanded, stamping the fire out with his bare feet.
"Oh, that's nice!" Pippin exclaimed, ticked off. "Ash on my tomatoes!"
Suddenly, an unearthly shriek filled the air, nearly giving the Hobbits heart attacks. They looked down from the ledge to see five Ringwraiths converging on them.
"Go!" Frodo yelled, drawing out his swords. The others did the same and dashed up the stairs into the abandoned outpost. Huddling in a group, they faced in different directions ready to defend themselves. Panic ensued in their hearts, the hands the held the swords began to shake, but they would not run.
The darkness revealed the first Nazgûl as he drew out his sword. His footsteps alerted the Hobbits to his presence. To their horror, all five of the faceless creatures appeared in front of them, swords drawn. As they advanced, the Hobbits took steps backwards, their fears increasing exponentially, until…
"Back, you devils!" Sam yelled, lunging at the nearest Nazgûl.
Easily, the Black Rider blocked both jabs before knocking him out with the hilt of the sword.
Pippin and Merry stood in front of Frodo, but two of the Nazgûl cast them aside like dolls, leaving Frodo alone.
Overtaken by the fear, the remaining Hobbit dropped his sword and fell to the ground while backing away from these hellish monsters. He pulled out the Ring as it called to him, telling the Hobbit that the Ring can save him.
As if summoning them, the Nazgûl turned their attention to Frodo and the Ring, ready to cut him to pieces in order to retrieve it. With his courage failing, the Hobbit slipped on the Ring, desperate to hide.
The sight the beheld the Hobbit was not the Nazgûl, but ghostly, white men with crowns on their heads. One of them reached for the ring on Frodo's finger, which was being drawn to it. For a moment, Frodo was ready to give it up to ensure their safety. After all, these creatures only needed the Ring.
No! Frodo thought fiercely. I won't let them have it!
He pulled his hand away from the creature, but there were consequences. The Nazgûl, enraged, plunged his blade deep into Frodo's shoulder. His screams were sounded as a feeling of torture and cold attacked his entire body.
Miraculously, five other warriors rushed into the outpost to save these Hobbits, one of which was Strider, but the other four were unlike any the Hobbits had ever seen.
There were two Men, one wearing a brown tunic and another wore black, but that was not their distinguishing qualities. Their weapons were swords that seemed to be comprised of blue lights that easily drove away the darkness.
Another was a Man that wore blue and white armor that encased his entire body, but his agility dumbfounded the Hobbits. How could one that bore such armor be that quick?
The last warrior was not a Man or any other type of creature that walked Middle-Earth. She, obviously a she, looked sort of human, except for a few major attributes. Her skin was completely orange for one thing and she seemed to wear a tail-like headdress. She wielded not one, but two light swords. One was green, but the other was yellow and surprisingly shorter than the others.
Strider jumped to Frodo's defense, warding the Nazgûl away with a torch. The mysterious warriors on the other hand engaged them with ferocity clearly unheard of. The female warrior engaged two of the Nazgûl with the armored Man shooting blue bolts of light at them from strange black weapons. They shrieked in fury as the blue bolts penetrated them, making them vulnerable to attack.
"Watch out, Rex!" the female exclaimed.
The armored Man, Rex, ducked under a sword slash meant for his head. He fired several shots at the Nazgûl, but the creature resisted the attacks and knocked the Man aside. He tried to fire more shots, but a swift quick scattered his weapons. Quickly, the female rushed to his aide, blocking a vertical strike meant for Rex. She pressed on her attacks until the Nazgûl retreated into the darkness.
The brown-cloaked Man was more on the defense as he blocked the Nazgûl's strikes. He lifted his hand towards some debris on the ground and, impossibly, it rose in the air. The Nazgûl watched in horror as the Man gestured towards him, indicating the target. He tried to doge the debris flying at him, but it was too late. The force of the debris sent the foul creature back into the darkness.
The two Ringwraiths that the female abandoned were quickly engaged by the black-cloaked Man. Unlike the others, he pressed with a flurry of attacks so fast that the Nazgûl could barely keep up with him. Seeing as how outmatched they were, they too followed their brothers back into the darkness.
The final Ringwraith charged at Frodo only to be struck in the face by a torch thrown by Strider. He shrieked in pain as his robes burst into flames. He dropped the blade that he used to stab Frodo and ran out of the outpost.
"Good shot, Strider," the brown-cloaked Man complemented.
"Strider!" Sam yelled as Frodo, who was visible, screamed in pain.
Strider and the two cloaked Men rushed to his aide while the female and armored one stood guard in case the Ringwraiths returned.
"Strider, help him," Sam begged.
"Can you help him?" the black-cloaked Man asked.
Strider picked up a blade that disintegrated in his hand. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul Blade. This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."
Strider led the way while carrying Frodo in his arms. The Hobbits and the Men followed while the female and the armored one brought up the rear. The newcomers kept their swords lit as the sounds of the Nazgûl penetrated the night.
"Hurry!" Strider urged.
Sam wanted to know who these strange folk were, but Frodo's life was the priority at the time. "We're six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it!"
"Gandalf," Frodo moaned clearly delirious.
"Hold on, Frodo," Strider said, increasing his pace.
After a few hours of the quick pace, they all stopped near a clearing where statues of trolls awaited them.
"Why would someone build statues in the middle of nowhere?" the female asked.
"They weren't statues to begin with," Strider corrected, placing Frodo down.
He turned to the strangers and said, "Guard them," before retreating into the woods to scout for a bit.
Merry decided to ask them the question on everyone's lips. "Who are you?"
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi," the brown-cloaked man answered, lowering his hood. On closer inspection, they saw a well-groomed beard on his face as well as wisdom behind his blue eyes.
He gestured to the black-cloaked man. "This is Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan, Ahsoka Tano," the weird female, "and Captain Rex," the armored one.
"Where did you come from?" Pippin asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Before they could answer, Frodo began to groan in pain, but his groan sounded constricted and demented.
"He's going cold!" Sam yelled.
"Is he going to die!?" Pippin asked, getting his priorities together.
Strider returned from the woods. "He's passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a Wraith like them." He turned to Sam. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil!"
"Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed."
"It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!"
Anakin watched helplessly as Frodo groaned an unearthly groan. If there was one thing he hated as much as death and slavery, it was watching someone suffer while he could do nothing.
Obi-Wan put a hand on his shoulder. "Anakin, there's still hope."
"There must be something we can do," he said through clenched teeth.
"We fought off those creatures, Anakin. We prevented them from dying."
"Have faith, Skyguy," Ahsoka added.
Anakin didn't reply, but he released some of his anxiety.
"We've got movement!" Rex exclaimed, pointing his blaster at the trees north of Frodo.
The three Jedi prepared to attack if necessary, but what came out surprised them.
A strange, four-legged creature galloped out into the clearing, but on top was a woman that seemed to radiate with light. Her beauty overtook the Men and the Hobbits while Ahsoka was dazzled at how one human could look so beautiful.
Sensing that she had no ill intentions, the four of them lowered their weapons as she approached Frodo.
"Frodo, im Arwen," (Frodo, I am Arwen) she said in a soothing voice. "Telin le thaed.Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad." (I've come to help you. Hear my voice... Come back to the light.)
"What is she saying?" Ahsoka whispered.
"I have no idea," Anakin answered.
Strider came back and began chewing on the Kingsfoil quickly while the woman examined Frodo's horrible wound.
"Who is she?" Merry wondered.
"She's an Elf," Sam answered.
"He's fading," she said as Strider applied the Kingsfoil to the wound. "He's not going to last. We must get him to my father."
Strider picked up Frodo and placed him on the four-legged creature.
"Where are you taking him?" Merry asked, concerned.
The Elf did not pay attention. "There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know."
"Dartho guin Beriain," (Stay with the Hobbits.) Strider said. "Rych le ad tolthathon." (I will send horses for you.)
"Hon mabathon," (I'm the faster rider.) she protested. "Rochon ellint im." (I will take him.)
Strider shook his head. "Andelu i ven." (The road is too dangerous.)
"What are they saying?" Pippin asked.
"Ae athradon i hîr, tûr gwaith nîn beriatha hon," (If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.) she pointed out before gazing intently in his eyes. "I do not fear them!"
"Be iest lîn," (According to your wish.) Strider conceded, letting the Elf climb on the creature. "Arwen, ride hard! Don't look back."
She gave him a smile before telling the creature, "Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!" (Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast!)
The creature dashed into the forest ignoring Sam's cries of, "What are you doing!? Those Wraiths are still out there!"
"She will make it," Strider assured. "For now, we make for Rivendell, but be on your guard."
As they moved on, Merry decided to speak to the warriors. "How is it that you were able to defeat those Black Riders so easily?"
"I, myself, am curious," Strider added. "Rarely do the Nazgûl flee from anyone."
"How did you make the rocks fly?" Sam asked. "Are you wizards?"
"How come your swords are made of light?" Pippin wondered.
"What exactly is she?"
"What kind of armor is that?"
"Calm down!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. "Let me start by telling you who we are."
In a rather large nutshell, he began to explain that he, Anakin, and Ahsoka were Jedi, peacekeepers of the galaxy. The Jedi existed to serve the Force, the energy that surrounds and binds the galaxy together. When the Republic was formed, the Jedi swore to uphold and protect it, and for four millennium, they were able to keep the peace. Their enemies were known as Sith, people who want to rule and crave power above everything. They used a twisted image of the Force known as the Dark Side while Jedi used the Light. For a thousand years, the Sith had disappeared into legend and myth until thirteen years ago when a Sith slaughtered Obi-Wan's master before he was supposedly killed by Obi-Wan himself.
Ten years later, separatists broke away from the Republic and formed the CIS, or the Confederacy of Independent Systems and started the Clone Wars. Rex was actually one of many clones engineered in secret to fight for the Republic so by the time the CIS attacked, the Republic already had their army. Jedi went from becoming peacekeepers to soldiers and for three years, the Clone Wars have raged.
To say that the Hobbits were dumbfounded would be the biggest understatement in history. Even Strider stopped in order to engage them in conversation.
"You mean to tell me," he started, "that your people can create complete copies of other people? Impossible!"
Rex chuckled and removed his helmet. "It's really not. My real name is Clone Trooper 7567. My brothers came up with the name 'Rex.'"
"Just how many of you are there?"
"Millions!"
Strider gave him the "you're joking" look before shaking his head. "I would question your sanity, but no one could conjure up a story that brilliant."
"How did you get here?" Sam asked.
"The Force summoned the us here," he answered. "All four of us were spread across the galaxies fighting the Separatists when we were sucked into a vortex bringing
us to Middle-Earth, was it?"
"That's when we ran into Strider," Rex continued. "We had no idea that we were transported to an extremely primitive planet, so our meeting was…interesting."
"I know you're back there," Obi-Wan said to the bushes.
Strider couldn't believe it. Not a single twig snapped when he watched these strange newcomers, so how could they know he was there?
Cautiously, he walked out of the bushes with his sword raised in preparation for an ill welcome.
"How did you know I was here?" he asked.
"Don't you know you can't sneak up on Jedi?" Anakin asked.
Strider raised his eyebrows. "What's a Jedi?"
The looks on their faces made it look like he asked if the sky was blue.
"Are you joking?" Ahsoka asked.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he retorted. "Now, who are you, and why are you following me?"
"We were never following you to begin with!" Rex said. "Where's your airbase? We need transport off this planet as soon as possible!"
"Rex, the Force brought us here for a reason," Obi-Wan chided. "We need to know what the reason is."
"In any case," Anakin interrupted, "can we at least contact the Jedi Temple? We need to notify the Council of this development."
"The sooner we get to their communications center, the better," Rex noted.
Exasperated, Strider cut in. "We have no airbases or communication centers! Now, can you please tell me who you are!?"
Before they could answer, the Nazgûl's shriek filled the air.
"Frodo," Strider whispered, horrified.
"What was that?" Ahsoka asked, igniting her lightsabers.
"Do you not know the sound of the…?" His voice trailed off when he saw her weapons. "What in the name of Valar is that!?"
"My lightsabers," she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "You really are primitive, aren't you
?"
"Snips, try not insult him," Anakin rebuked, but suddenly, he froze. "Master, do you-?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan answered. "The Dark Side is strong here. Are your companions in danger?"
"Very much so," he answered, lighting a torch. He started to move towards Weathertop when Anakin stopped him.
"We can help you," he said.
"And what makes you think I can trust you?" Strider asked, quickening his pace.
"If this is the Dark Side you're dealing with, you need as much help as you can get," Ahsoka explained.
Strider shook his head. "Not idly do people fight the Nazgûl and live to tell about it, Milady."
"You underestimate us, sir," Anakin shot back with a slight tone of arrogance.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan warned.
His former Padawan rolled his eyes. "I know, Master. Arrogance begins the path of failure."
Strider paused for a moment, mulling over his decisions before asking, "How well do you know the way of the sword?"
"Those Nazgûl reeked of the Dark Side," Ahsoka noted, shuddering.
"If you'll pardon my tackiness, Milady, but what kind of creature are you?"
Her smile revealed that she was not offended. "I am a Togruta. I'm guessing you have none here?"
"Unfortunately no, Milady."
"Call me Ahsoka, Sam," she urged.
"Sorry, Mila—Ahsoka."
"Amazing," Merry breathed. "People from other stars. No one in the Shire will ever believe us."
"Why are the Nazgûl creatures of the Dark Side?" Obi-Wan asked.
"This is something that we'll have to discuss when we reach Rivendell," Strider pointed out. "The spies of the Dark One are everywhere, so it's best that I don't reveal anything at this time."
Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He mentally told Anakin and Ahsoka not to reveal too much about their powers and abilities for the time being in case that the Sith populated this planet. Other than secret plans and operations, Rex had almost nothing to hide, so he became the subject of conversation with the Hobbits.
Master, there's something else. Anakin said through their Force-bond.
What is it?
That guy that was stabbed, Frodo, the Dark Side never felt stronger around him. It was sickening.
I felt it too, but it could be that he was turning into a Nazgûl at the time.
I thought so too, but it was something else. Something…stronger.
Obi-Wan paused for a moment. We must be vigilant. Once we reach this Rivendell, we must find answers. This all could be a key as to why we are here.
Yes, Master.
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