Disclaimer: Do not own characters, they belong to respectively J.R. and Square Enix, i only own the situation they've been put in.
Hiking through the tough terrains of the cavern near the Golden Saucer, it was times like these Vincent Valentine wished he had taken up Cid's offer for a ride in his airship. Or at least breed his own mountain climbing, river crossing chocobo. Unfortunately luck was not with him, and through the caves he wandered.
Until he spotted something, a glowing light from another chamber, just down left from where he is. He thought of the option whether to go or not, curiosity got the best of him and down he went. Slowly he made his way, keeping careful note of where he had stood beforehand. As he came closer to the mouth of the chamber, he now could tell it was the sickly glow of the life stream that called to him.
He knew if he were to enter there might be a chance of mako poisoning; but it was unlikely for hosting a demon, one such as Chaos had its upsides; that being taking a lot of their traits into oneself, and he was almost certain, the mako would do no damage to him. So in he went, looking for anything suspicious, he didn't know what it was but something was calling to him.
That was when the bright glow of what only materia could produce caught his eyes. He moved closer, face slightly surprised when he saw the mixed colour globe of purple and blue. He stared at it for a while in contemplation, wondering if he should take the materia or leave it.
'It's unusual, but it could be helpful. Well you can never have too much materia.' Vincent thought.
He reached out to grab it, when suddenly white light appeared, it scorched his clothes and some bags nearly into smithereens, before he felt a pull and was dragged into what only could be described as a warp hole.
Eomer a fair haired man was leading his Eored and company to Edoras when he caught a figure of a man lying near the river Entwash.
"Do you see what i see Boromir?" Eomer asked one of the men beside him, the only one with dark hair.
Turning about Boromir's grey eye's caught the figure. "An injured man, he was probably attacked by Orcs!" Boromir exclaimed as eored made their way to where the figure lay.
Both Eomer and Boromir climbed down from their horses to check upon the man, to find no major injuries upon his person. Slightly drenched and scorched, the man was; as he laid belly down unconscious, with nothing on but tatters of burnt clothes. The only thing still in piece was a deep red cloth around his head, one bag of glowing baubles and a golden steeled gauntlet that glowed.
"He seems to have been burned, but i find no marks upon his skin" Eomer voiced, as he inspected the figure.
"His colouring is that of Gondorian Blood, but he's so fair skinned that he could be a mix. Certainly not a peasant this man." Boromir said as he checked the man over as well, flipping the figure over so his face could be shown. "No freckles or calluses of that of a working man, or at least a swordsman, if anything he may be a hunter for these are the harden hands of an archer."
"We shall take him with us; he'll freeze to death soon, the day grows short, he will be able to answer our questions once he wakes." Eomer said, as he helped carry the man onto the horse of another Rohirrim rider. "Watch him Eothian, call if he wakes. We ride till light is but a sliver in the sky, then we shall make camp."
Vincent stirred; he could feel the softness of plush fur blanket wrapped around him, and the warmth of fire licking his skin. His eyes had yet to obey him and open; and his body he could not move, though slowly his hearing returned and he could make out voices, speaking in what seemed to be a harsher dialect of his own.
"It seems to me a weapon of sorts. Like a claw?" The rich baritone voice said, as he felt his right arm being slightly lifted for inspection.
"How strange a weapon it is, not made of any metal I know of." An alto voice said, as once again his arm where lifted and turned.
"I highly doubt that he could be a villager, look at him! His skin is not marred by any hard day's work." The first voice said. "And the weapon is plated with gold!"
"Ai, he looks of nobility to me, but then he should be known to us. Tis no kingdom of men west of middle earth that we do not know." The second responded.
"Tis could be a traveller from Haradim or an Easterling." The first said, as he felt the hands of the man turn his face closer to the warmth of the fire.
"Nay he looks like none of those." The second responded once again. "If anything he might be a noble's bastard son."
"Indeed." The first replied.
"What do you make of these baubles?" The second person asked.
"It is strange, i have not seen any rock, gem or glass that glows as so." The first person responded.
"Maybe he is a wizard and they are magical items?"
"Maybe he stole them?" The second person said.
"Or maybe he found them, we will not know till he wakes...we should not start jumping into conclusions." The first person said.
"Forgive me, these are dark times, it is easy to judge someone harshly when they are foreign." The second person replied apologetically. "You may never know, i am just pointing out the possibilities."
Vincent hearing enough, and mighty thirsty decided to try and open his eyes again, and only succeeded briefly before he felt his eye's fall shut. His hand twitched as he felt his surroundings. Slowly regaining the command of his body, his throat burned from the smoke he had inhaled when the light had first scorched him. Slowly he worked his lips, trying to voice his need for refreshment.
"W-wa-watt'er" He stuttered out, twisting himself back and forth as he tried to escape the cacoon of blankets.
"He wakes, Eothain bring over some water!" The second voice called.
Vincent finally was able to open his eyes' and he could see that he was in some sort of camp near a forest. He turned to the side to look into another man's face; he looked about late thirties or so, and had neat stubble growing upon his chin, a nice chiselled face, square face. The man was looking back at him, surprise bright on his face, light grey eyes wide as he looked into Vincent's own eyes.
"By Elendil sword! Eomer! Look at his eyes'!" The first voiced shouted, shock colouring his voice. "They are red as a man's blood!"
He heard the shuffling of feet as another man came closer to him; the man he suppose was the one called Eomer, looked into his eyes' as well. Eomer's own were that of a sky blue, close to Clouds' own but nothing as vivid. He looked younger than the first man but they both had that strong chiselled face. Though where the first had shoulder length black hair, Eomer had blonde hair, which slightly passed his shoulders.
"Valar!" Eomer gasped, still looking upon Vincent's face. "I know not whether tis possible to have such eyes. Mayhap he is mixed blood Boromir, that of elves and man?"
"I know not!" The first man who he now assumed was Boromir said. "I have never seen elves, only know that they are fair, tall and their ears are long and pointed."
"My lords, the water you wanted?" Another man said as he drew closer to them, holding a bowl of water.
"Thank you Eothain" Eomer said. He took the bowl from him as Boromir slowly lifted Vincents' head to help better drink the water. "That will be all."
Eothain left them, as he went to join the other men at the farther side of the camp fire. Though, Vincent noticed that they all looked his way, interest evident in their face.
"Do you have a name stranger?" Boromir asked after he had finished drinking.
"Vin...Vincent." He responded while he slowly took in more of his surroundings. The area was unfamiliar to him; he thought that he may be out at the other side of the mountain, Northern Corel. For surely he was nowhere near the Golden Saucer, he could see no hint of desert near them or the breeze of any sea.
"Where do you hail from Vincent?" The blonde Eomer asked him as he was slowly set down unto now what he knew where cloaks.
"It's common courtesy to introduce oneself before asking that of another." Vincent retorted as he felt himself awaken more.
"Forgive me, but at times like these there is no room for common courtesy." Eomer said, a sharp look entering his eyes. "You are in the land of Rohan and as such are open to questioning from any solider of the mark."
"Rohan?" Vincent said, confusion tainting his voice as he gradually leaned himself up. "I've never heard of such a place. I come from Midgar."
"Midgar?" Boromi and Eomer said glancing at each other briefly before gazing back at him.
"Where in Middle Earth is that?" Boromir asked scrutinizing him. "Is it east or south of Gondor?"
"I've never heard of Middle Earth or Gondor either." Vincent said to them cautiously, his mind now slowly drawing possibilities and conclusions on what had happened to him earlier and how he ended up here.
"He's never heard of Gondor or Middle Earth!" Boromir hissed sharply to his companion, though not low enough that Vincent couldn't hear. While Eomer stared incredulously at the man sitting before them, before suspicions slowly set in.
