Tangled Worlds
(Or: Two Realities Intertwined by Six Bored, Immortal and Powerful Omnipotent Beings)

by baru-chan

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Nobuhiro Watsuki and J.R.R. Tolkien, various publishers including, but not limited to AOL Time Warner, Ballatine Books, Jump Comics, New Line Cinema and Shuiesha. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: Crossover between The Lord of the Rings and Rurouni Kenshin. It is a year after the Battle of Toba-Fushimi. The Hitokiri Battousai has given up his sword and is wandering around Japan, searching for the answer to a question that burns inside him. Suddenly, six bored omnipotent beings decide to transport Himura Kenshin to a world on the verge of war. How will he react to a world where a dark lord is hell-bent on reclaiming a piece of jewelry?

Overall Rating: PG
Chapter Rating: G


PROLOGUE
In which six bored, immortal and powerful omnipotent beings are introduced

Six omnipotent beings sat on a circle in the middle of nowhere. Well, in the middle of nowhere to us, anyway. To them...well, let's just say that they are currently sitting on a gazebo in Lásq'r's backyard. But since only the six of them could actually see the backyard, the fact that they are in Lásq'r's residence isn't actually important to us (since we couldn't even see their realm in the first place).

Anyway, as mentioned above, six omnipotent beings sat on a circle on a gazebo in Lásq'r's backyard. They were bored. Really bored. And they didn't know what could amuse them and therefore banish boredom they've been feeling for half a millenium. Everything seemed to be so mundane after eons of playing around in different dimensions and generally causing chaos in whichever way they go.

"What could we possibly do?" asked K'nér mournfully as she absent-mindedly traced swirly lines on the head of her pet Opii-ku (a cross between a neon-green feline and a puple reptile the size of a small puppy).

"I don't know," answered J'linér, staring at K'nér's pet as if it was the most hideous thing alive. (And it probably was.) "K'nér, dear, just why did you decide to keep such a repulsive creature as a pet?" J'lnér would have wrinkled her nose if she had a body.

"J'linér, dear, please remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder," said Bêlorún from the other side of the gazebo.

"You only take K'nér's side because she's your wife," Zòbr'kún pointed out. "Not to mention the fact that you always select purple and neon-green for the skin color of your corporal form."

"True, true," chuckled N'grakún; who conjured a fan out of thin air. "I seem to remember a few primitives shielding their eyes and calling Bêlorún a creature of the underworld." He then started to fan himself; ignoring the fact that he wasn't in his corporal form and therefore unable to feel any significant changes in temperature. However, since N'grakùn was a stubborn god-like creature, he disregarded this and continued to fan himself.

Lásq'r sighed to herself. Every discussion was like this; and it drove her insane! Just because I'm the youngest... she sulked. The way the others treated her was unfair; Lásq'r was only a millenium younger than N'grakún! Well, I'm not going to be pushed aside any longer! I actually have an idea that could possibly work and I'm going to share it to the others!

"What if we just take a random person from one of the multiple dimensions existing out there and dump him into another dimension on the verge of ruin?" suggested Lásq'r.

The other omnipotents paused. All of the god-like creatures looked at one another; and if they were in their corporal forms, all of them would be sporting evil smiles upon their faces. Many a dimension was almost torn apart when omnipotents were in this mood. If by chance they turn to our dimension when they're in this mood, we could be annihilated in a blink of an eye.

"Who should we pick?" asked K'nér.

"I do think that it is wiser to pick a dimension first before choosing somebody to transport to another world," said Lásq'r mildly.

"Well, I suggest that we pick this world!" said N'grakún, pointing at a random globe nestled among random globes that materialized out of thin air.

"Hmm, I suppose we could get somebody from that world," mused J'linér. "But do pick a somewhat primitive era; spaceships and floating platforms are a big no-no for the world I'm considering to be the dumpsite..."

"And where could this dumpsite be?" asked Bêlorún.

"Why, in Middle-earth, of course!" laughed J'linér. "We could dump the person in the middle of one of the wars...the War of the Ring, perhaps? And we could visit the Valar! I rather miss Vairë and Yavanna and the others..."

"Ah, yes, a good choice indeed, my wife!" exclaimed Zòbr'kún. "I have been waiting for a chance to visit Manwë and Oromë for almost a millenium!"

"But wouldn't the Valar get angry if we accidentally change the course of their future?" asked K'nér worriedly. After all, the Valar are more powerful than they are...

N'grakún sighed. "Haven't you ever heard of 'free will?'" he asked tiredly.

"Whoops."

"Could we get back to the matters at hand and pick a person?" asked Bêlorún crossly.

"Let's pick him!" Lásq'r exclaimed suddenly, pointing at a red-haired man with a cross scar on his cheek.

"Is there any particular reason why you chose to pick that man?" asked Zòbr'kún.

"Well, for one thing, he has red hair. Red hair among Men in Middle-earth is rare," stated Lásq'r seriously. "Another thing: He has a tormented soul. You know how much fun it is to watch tormented souls cope up with changes in their lives.... So, what do you say?"

"Dearest Lásq'r, you have learned a thing or two from our previous excapades!" exclaimed N'grakún.


Author's Notes: So, what do you think?! There isn't much LotR or RK here yet, but I promise that the next chapter will contain our favorite red-headed hitokiri! Please review; constructive criticisms are welcome, but flames will be ignored.