This is the second training series story and I hope you like it! I could not find LOTR in the crossover section… so phoey, but whatever I'll post this anyway!

I own nothing credit goes to J.R.R. Tolkien, Square Enix, and Disney.

Lord of the Keyblade

Sora landed in a large open field surrounded on all sides by rocky clefts. The place was quiet, deathly quiet. "Hey my friend, where are we?" he asked the voice in his head.

The voice was silent for a moment, then it spoke, "Sorry Sora, this world it strange to me as well." They both sighed and Sora began to walk slowly along. After an hour Sora thought about summoning his Keyblade glider when a sound reached his ears. It was quiet at first but grew louder; it was the sound of horse hooves. "I wonder whose coming this way."

"Well," Sora sighed, "We're about to find out." He stood stock still in the open was the horses came closer.

Over a rolling hill came around thirty riders, at the head of the group was an elderly man on a white horse. The man was wearing a white robe, a hooded white cloak, his hair was long and white, he had a white beard, and he carried a long white staff.

On his right was a regal looking man on a dappled stallion; he had a royal air about him, his face was riddled with age, he had lanky golden hair, he had a short beard and mustache, his brown eyes shone with a fierce light. His clothes was a brown shirt with golden designs on the sleeve cuffs, over that was a red coat riddled with golden designs, his pants were brown, the belt around her waist was leather and silver accents, a red cloak, and brown boots.

On the first man's left was a younger looking man on a reddish brown horse, with wavy black hair and deep set eyes; he wore old dark brown clothes, a sword and a long knife were hung on his leather belt, his cloak was gray with a clasp that looked like two leaves, and around his neck hung a beautiful jewel that looked like a white star.

By his side were two men on a gray steed, one was a shorter than the other. The short one had a long orange beard that was braided on the sides, on his head was a silver and red helmet, he had on a shirt of chain mail, over that was a red tunic, on his wrists were dark brown gauntlets, around his waist was a large belt with a golden buckle, his pants were red like his tunic, and his boots were brown. Sora mainly noticed the large battle axe strapped to his belt.

The other man on the horse was a tall man with long blonde hair and pointed ears; his gray shirt was covered by a green and black tunic, on his wrists were black gauntlets, he had black pants, black boots, on his back was a quiver of arrows and a bow of beautiful wood.

The company rode up to the boy and stopped; the man on the dappled stallion spoke sharply, "Who are you boy, and what is your errand in these parts?"

"My name's Sora," he replied uncertainly, "I'm only passing through; I don't mean any harm."

The man in dark brown glanced around, "It is not safe to travel alone in these parts, Sora."

"Thank you for the warning sir, but I think I can handle myself."

"Oh is that so?" The small man grunted, "I see now weapon on you young sir."

Sora was about to summon his Keyblade when the man on the white horse held up a hand to stay him, "I think that there is more to this young lad than meets the eye."

"Well, you know who I am, but I don't know who you are."

The man in white looked down at him with a smile, "I am called Gandalf the White." He gestured to the man to his left, "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Beside him are Gimli son of Gloin and Legolas of the woodland realm. The two young hobbits are Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took."

Sora didn't know who he meant until two small, curly, red heads poked out from behind him and Aragorn.

"And this," Gandalf said, looking over to his right, is Theoden, son of Thengal, King of Rohan."

Sora straightened up and knelt before Theoden, "Forgive me sire."

"Rise Sora," The king told him kindly; Sora stood and Theoden motioned to someone behind him, "Ride back with us to our city of Edoras, we would be honored by your company." Sora bowed in respect to the king's wishes.

A warrior rode up on a brown horse; the man had long wavy golden hair, a short beard and mustache, and piercing brown eyes. He wore a shirt of chain mail under reddish bronze armor, covered in silver designs, his boots were the same metal as his armor, and a sword hung at his waist. The warrior was leading a saddled black stallion, which he gave the reigns to Sora. "His name is Aranethen, may he lead you to better fortune than his former master."

As Sora swung onto the horse's back he replied, "Thank you… uh…"

"Eomer."

"Thank you Eomer!"

As they rode along Gandalf, with Peregrin behind him, dropped back to speak with Sora, "The others have begun to guess what I already assumed."

"Are you from another world?" exclaimed the hobbit.

Sora was surprised by the question; he looked at Gandalf who nodded, "Peregrin right?"

"Call me Pippin!"

"Ok Pippin, yes I am from another world." He looked at Gandalf and asked, "Sir, are you a wizard?"

The old man chuckled, "You could call me a wizard."

"How could you guess that?" asked Pippin.

Sora laughed, "I've been around more than one wizard, and actually Gandalf is the third one I've met. Maybe he knows the other two, Merlin and Yen Sid."

The wizard gave a low chuckle, "In our order there was, the now deposed, Saruman the White, myself, Radagast the Brown, Merlin the Blue, and Yen Sid the Black."

Sora smiled, "You do know them then?"

"Yes," he replied, "And I suspect you are under the teachings of Yen Sid."

"Well, kind of." Then both of them laughed and rode to the head of the column.

As they came up Pippin called across to the other hobbit, "You were right Merry, he is from another world!"

"Merry, Pippin," Aragorn chided, "Do not go around telling people that Sora's from another world; I believe that there is a certain order that needs to be kept about the worlds, is that right?" Sora nodded.

Theoden spoke to Gandalf, Aragorn, and Eomer, "I have often heard tales of warriors who traveled the stars battling for light; I never thought that I would ever meet one, or that he would be so young."

"Despite his age," Eomer added, "He seems like a seasoned warrior."

Legolas brought his horse alongside Sora's, "How long have you been traveling the worlds?"

"Let's see," Sora though aloud, "The first time I was fourteen and I will be seventeen in two months."

"So young," Theoden gasped as he stared off into space, "How could someone so young go through something as harsh as battle?"

"It's hard, sire, but having friends by your side makes it a whole lot easier to handle."

The voice in Sora's head said, "Aw, thanks a lot Sora!"

(A little while later)

"So let me get this straight… this guy Sauron, is trying to take over all of Middle Earth and the only way to stop him is to destroy this, 'ring of power' which a hobbit by the name of Frodo is taking deep into Mordor… which happens to be where Sauron is, and he's going to drop it into Mount Doom and this whole deal will be over with. And you guys just got back from a battle in a place called Helms Deep, where you battled a branch of Sauron's forces under the command of Saruman, and afterwards you went to see Saruman and he fell off his tower and was impaled on a spike."

Aragorn smiled, "You got all of it."

"Hey Sora," exclaimed Pippin, "Why don't you tell us of your adventures?"

Sora stared upward, "Maybe I will, later though."

Suddenly the group was surrounded by a hoard of Soldier, Mega- Shadow, and Neoshadow Heartless. As the others attempted to calm the horses Sora jumped off Aranethen and summoned Ultima Weapon. All the Heartless turned towards him and charged. "Come get some!" Sora yelled as he swung his blade. The first wave was cut down with ease, but the monsters kept coming.

"Sora!" yelled the voice, "Use Transcendence!" Sora held up his Keyblade and an anti- gravity field appeared and caught up every enemy around, and then flung them all in separate directions which killed them instantly. Sora put his blade away and remounted his horse.

All eyes were fixed upon him in wonder, "What?"

"There were so many and you took them out in two blows!" Merry gasped.

Aragorn rode his horse alongside Sora's and asked, "May I see your blade Sora?" Sora summoned the Keyblade and handed it to Aragorn.

The sword stayed in his hands for a moment but then, to the ranger's utter astonishment, it returned to Sora in a flash of light. "Sorry Aragorn, it's really picky."

"A Keyblade," muttered Gandalf, "Old Yen Sid has been busy."

They rode throughout the afternoon until they reached a city. It was surrounded by a wall and was full of houses; there was one large house at the top of a large hill in the city. "Sora," Theoden announced, "Welcome to Edoras!"

(That Night)

The entire city of Edoras had gathered in the large house on the hill, which was called the Hall of the Riddermark, to celebrate their victory at the recent battle of Helms Deep. As Sora stood beside Aragorn, feeling a little uncomfortable since he had taken no part in the battle, a tall woman came up and handed him a goblet of wine.

She had long golden hair that was partially tied back and she had shining green eyes. She was wearing a long grey- blue dress with silver designs around the waist and sleeves. "We are honored by your presence here young Sora. I am Eowyn, sister of Eomer."

Sora took the cup and smiled, "Thank you Eowyn, I am honored to be here."

A few minutes later Theoden made his way up to the throne and Eowyn brought him a goblet; he took it and she went and took her place behind him. The king held up the cup, "Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!"

"HAIL!" They all drank, even Sora, who still felt a little out of place in this party. The people began feasting, dancing, singing, and drinking; Sora just sat to the side and watched with a smile.

Later on, when the party had died down a little bit Merry came over and pulled Sora up, "You told us you would tell us of your adventures, Theoden was wondering if you would like to do it now."

"Sure," Sora followed the hobbit. Everyone in the hall got deathly quiet as Sora began to relate his adventures… from the Destiny Islands being lost to darkness to the defeat of Ansem and his separation from Kairi, then from his waking in Twilight Town to his and Riku's return to the islands, and finally from his setting off on his Mark of Mastery exam to his leaving to train on his own.

The story caught everyone's attention and when he was finished there was a long silence. King Theoden broke the quiet, "I feel that this story will inspire courage and bravery among all who have to face dangers in the future!"

Merry stood on the table, held up his cup, and cried out, "I propose a toast, to Sora, for all his bravery! Hail Sora!"

"HAIL!" Sora blushed as everyone, including the King and the wizard, drank to him.

(Later that Night)

Everyone lay on the floor either asleep or drunk, but Sora just couldn't sleep. "What's wrong Sora?" asked the voice.

"Nothing my friend," Sora sighed, "I guess I just miss Riku, Kairi, and the others." He turned his head and saw Aragorn leave the room; Sora got up and followed him outside. He passed Eowyn, asleep on a couch before the fire.

Outside he saw Aragorn standing by Legolas, the elf looked troubled, "The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East, a sleepless malice." He turned and looked at the two with him, "The eye of the enemy is moving." They were silent for a moment, but then Legolas turned sharply, "He is here!"

The three ran into the hall and burst into the dorm; there was Pippin holding a black globe in his hands. The hobbit's hands seemed to be fused to the globe and his mouth was open like he was screaming, but no sound came out.

Sora ran over and grabbed the thing from Pippin; at that moment everything around him began to fade as he looked into the globe. A great fiery eye came into view. "Sauron," gasped Sora. Then the scene changed and, to his horror, he saw a field of battle, Lea, Riku, Donald, Goofy, Mickey, six obscured figures, and Kairi laying there… dead! He dropped the globe and fell backwards; Aragorn caught him as Gandalf, now awake, threw a blanket over the sphere.

"FOOL OF A TOOKE!" the wizard yelled. But Pippin couldn't answer, the hobbit was lying still and his eyes were open. Gandalf ran to the hobbit, held up Pippin's right hand; put his hand on Pippin's forehead, closed his eyes, and muttered something under his breath as his hand moved to the hobbit's cheek. Pippin gasped and woke up. "Look at me!"

The hobbit looked into the wizard's face, "Gandalf, forgive me." He closed his eyes again.

"Look at me!" Pippin looked back, "What did you see?"

"A tree," replied the frightened hobbit, "There was a white tree in a courtyard of stone. It was dead. The city was burning…"

"Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?"

Now Pippin began to look terrified, "And I saw… I saw him! I could here his voice in my head!"

Gandalf was anxious now, "And what did you tell him? Speak!"

"He asked me my name… I didn't answer. He hurt me!"

"What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?" The hobbit did not answer, he only stared wide- eyed at Gandalf.

(The next morning)

Theoden, Gandalf, Aragorn, Pippin, Merry, Gimli, Legolas, Eomer, and Sora conversed in the great hall. "There was no lie in Pippin's eyes," reported Gandalf, "A fool… but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring." This put everyone's mind at ease a little, Gimli even let out a sigh of relief. The wizard continued, "We've been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the Palantir a glimpse of the enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His defeat at Helm's Deep has show our enemy one thing. He knows that the Heir of Elendil has come forth." All eyes looked over at Aragorn. "Men are not as weak as he supposed; there is courage sill. Strength enough, perhaps, to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle Earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a King return to the throne of men." He turned to Theoden, "If the beacons of Gondor are lit Rohan must be ready for war."

Theoden looked perturbed, "Tell me! Why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?"

"Whether they helped you or not it's your… our duty to help our fellow man in times of need! We may owe Gondor nothing but that doesn't mean we should turn our backs on them, even if they did that to us!" Sora exclaimed.

This hit the King like a load of bricks, "Well spoken Sora, well spoken."

"I will go," declared Aragorn.

"No!"

"They must be warned!"

The wizard drew near to him, "They will be." He dropped his voice to a whisper, "You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river; look to the black ships." He turned from Aragorn to the rest of them, "Understand this; things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith…" He glanced over at the two hobbits, "And I won't be going alone."

(Ten minutes later)

Sora was in the stables brushing Aranethen when Gandalf strode in followed by the two Halflings. Sora left his horse and lifted Pippin onto Gandalf's horse, Shadowfax, "So Gandalf, this Minas Tirith place, how far is it?"

He mounted Shadowfax as he replied, "Three days ride as the Nazgûl flies, and you better hope we don't have one of those on our tail."

"Here," Merry handed Pippin a little leather pouch, "Something for the road."

Pippin took it with wide eyes, "The last of the Longbottom Leaf?"

"I know you've run out… you smoke too much Pip."

"But, we'll see each other soon?" the hobbit on the horse asked. Merry looked at Gandalf, who lowered his head. "Won't we?"

Merry backed up beside Sora, "I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen."

"Merry?"

"Run Shadowfax," said the wizard, "Show us the meaning of haste."

"Merry!" The white horse galloped off. Merry, followed by Sora, ran out of the stable and up to the top of a watchtower.

Aragorn followed the two, "Merry! Sora!" At the top they watched Shadowfax gallop out of sight.

"He's always followed me everywhere I went since before we were tweens," Merry said sadly, "I would get him into the worst sort of trouble but I was always there to get him out. Now he's gone…" The Halfling looked up at the two beside him, "Just like Frodo and Sam."

"Your hearts are connected and if you follow that connection you will find your way back to each other one day," Sora smiled as he put a hand on the little one's shoulder.

Aragorn agreed with a smile, "One thing I've learnt about Hobbits… they are a most hardy folk."

"Foolhardy maybe," the hobbit laughed, "He's a Tooke." The three stared out over Rohan as Shadowfax, with Gandalf and Pippin, completely disappeared from sight.

Yes, Sora is in this one and so are the other three. FYI Sora's horse… his name is pronounced (Ar- ah- nehth- on) and it is the Elvish translation of the name Ryan.

Next time… Riku, Lea, and Kairi find themselves in a white city with war right outside it's gates. Can they and the small force of soldiers defend the white city in time for help to arrive?