Here it is, folks. My first-ever SG-1 fic. I basically took the pilot episodes(s) of Season One and crossed them over with Star Wars Episode 1 and Lord of the Rings. A few happenstances in each of the three mentioned movies/episodes have obviously changed, or this wouldn't be a fanfic. I hope this appeals to readers of all caliber, I've rated it purely for safety, there is some strong language but nothing else really in these early chapters to constitute an M rating. My OFC's name is Maleia Lailokan, and anyone else unrecognizable in any fandom does belong to me. Sorry for any OOC that might be going on. This isn't perfect, and it's definitely a "work-in-progress". SG-1, unfortunately, belongs to MGM, Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, and the Fellowship belongs to Tolkien and Peter Jackson.
Foreword
"Maleia Lailokan! I did not excuse you!"
"You didn't have to!" the twenty-year-old redhead shouted, slamming her door and locking it. Going to a wooden chest at the foot of her bed, she threw up the lid and tossed aside the objects inside until she found what she wanted: a leather knapsack containing food, water, a polar-fleece sleeping-bag, clothes, and other necessities, and a hunting knife on a thigh-sheath. She slipped the satchel over one shoulder, buckled on the weapon, and went out onto the balcony of her room. There was pounding on her door, followed by shouting.
"Open the door this instant!" her foster-father bellowed, "You're not getting away that easily!"
"Not if you can't find me." Maleia muttered as she jumped the balcony rail and hit the ground running.
Nick Parker barged into the bedroom to find it empty. No sign of that damnable little hell-raiser. The sliding door leading out to her balcony was open, and when he went out, he was just in time to see her disappear into the trees. Gripping the banister hard enough to have torn it off barehanded, he bellowed, "MALEIA!!" Not that yelling would bring her back. And he wasn't about to waste time setting the dogs on her trail. That would get her back, no doubt. Tracker and the others knew their business and loyalties. But there wasn't time! She was getting away!
The echoes of her name followed Maleia Lailokan into the trees, driving her further and faster from the place she had called hell. She hiked until after nightfall, careful not to leave too many tracks for the others to follow, and camped in a cave she had discovered on previous adventures on the Parker estate. Maleia got up at sunrise the next day and set off again, eager to put some more distance between herself and any search parties that might be looking for her.
For the next two weeks, Maleia avoided three separate search parties. She slept in caves, abandoned dens, and hollow trees. During the day, She walked in the shallows of a stream to cover her tracks more effectively. Sometimes, when she rested, she would see the search parties. Once, a party led by Nick Parker passed right by her without ever knowing. Then, at the end of the third week, Maleia noticed something. She'd been hiking since sunrise, and it was almost dark now, but Maleia noticed a change instantly. For one thing, it had been three days since the last search party. She was down to one clean outfit, having re-worn everything else as much as possible. A dip in a mud puddle last week had just resulted in a quick laundry load, but that was the extent of her garment scrapes. Sitting down on a rock, she pulled off her hiking boots and looked at the soles, "Hmm. Surprised I haven't worn the tread off with all the walking we've done." Shrugging, she put them on again. They really were her sturdiest shoes, and her most waterproof.
Until three weeks ago, she had only worn them on the occasional romp through the forest but she had worn them enough that three weeks of straight hiking hadn't given her blisters beyond bearing. Deciding that it was a good time to stop for a while, she unloaded her gear Knowing there was little danger of search parties seeing light, she made a small campfire and tried to get some sleep. Wherever she was, it was peaceful enough that she slept more soundly than she had in almost three weeks.