The Wild Horse of Middle-Earth
Ch 1.
I OWN NOTHING
It was a fairly ordinary day in the Tokyo neighborhood of Nerima, "Ranma, You Jerk!" Wham!! Well as normal as Nerima can ever be.
If you're wondering what just happened that was just another fine example of Akane airlines with the patent pending hammer launching system. However his particular hammer strike blasted Ranma a little higher then usual.
Earendil son of Tour of the Third house of the Edain and Idril of the Noldorian house of Turgon of the city of Gondolin and the captain of the Vingolet was bored out of his mind. For the last several hundred years he had had little or no excitement in his life other then dodging the craft that were being shot up from the earth it was fairly monotonous up here. Spoken too soon.
As he was contemplating his navel he heard a bizarre sound. "Aaaagh!!" He whipped his head to the source of the sound and saw to his utter amazement the sight of a man sized body flying straight towards him. Reacting completely reflexively he put one hand on the Silmaril on his forehead and the other was palm facing the, whatever the heck it was and bellowed "By the power of the Silmaril I banish thee, creature of shadow!" There was a flash of light and the being was gone. Earendil grinned little knowing what he had just done thankfully it did not horrendously damage the great music. It more made a set of alternate verses.
Ranma was slowly but surely rising out of his unconsciousness, around him he could hear male voices around him muttering in low voices. He groggily opened one eye then shut it again then both eyes snapped wide open when his brain had processed everything his eyes had seen. Surrounding him were two men in long robe like clothing. One was an old man with a long beard and moustache. He wore long grey robes with grey pants of the same type, black boots, and a blue hat was on his head.
The other man was if anything stranger, he was tall and had straight black hair his eyes were sea grey and his ears were pointed…. POINTED!!
Ranma leaped out of the bed the grogginess burned from his body and he was ready to fight in a heart beat.
The old man raised the wooden staff he had in his hand and said, "Peace young one, you need not fear this place for the house of Elrond is one of peace and healing."
Ranma stared down the old man and the pointy eared freak then calmed down and sat down cross-legged on the bed he looked around sighed and said, "Alright who am I engaged to this time. I swear if I ever find that lard bucket of a panda man I'm going to beat him into a bloody pulp."
The two sages looked at the young man in shock and then said, "No you're not engaged to anyone but I would like to know why a young man such as yourself appeared in mid air and landed onto the dining table of Elrond here." The old man said nodding to the pointy-eared man who Ranma guessed was Elrond.
"Well best as I can tell, Akane, my uncute tomboy of a fiancé got angry with me because I wouldn't eat her cooking even though she saw it snapping at me. She got angry at me and malleted me up into the sky where I nearly crash into a flying boat with a man with a giant glowing diamond on his forehead. The weirdo says some kind of gibberish and I'm blinded by a flash of light and the next thing I knew I wake up here."
The two men (as in males not race) stared at the young man. Apparently this fiancé of his struck him frequently and struck him hard enough to be almost knocked completely out of the circles of the world. One thought ran through both of their minds, 'I never want to meet this young lady!'
Ranma looked around at the room he was sitting in and then asked, "So where did you say I was at old man?"
Gandalf blinked at the young man's name for him, but then said, "In Rivendell, the home of Elrond and the Elves."
"El-wha-?"
A/N: 1.This is not a tenth walker fic.
2. He will be cured.
3. His female half WILL NOT!! be a love interest of Legolas.