Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, plot parts or ideas from Serenity or Lord of the Rings. This story is written for fun and I don't earn anything with it.

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Hello my dears :) I don't know how long this will be. It's just a spooky idea in my head that had begged to be written down.

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Serenity

those who had been there, never leave.

Part1

Nothing. That was what he could feel, nothing. He still couldn't believe that he had been defeated. Defeated by a Hobbit and a punch of humans. How far had he fallen. His ring was destroyed and with it the last remainders of his powers. Yes he had taken high risks in putting nearly all of his powers into it but he never had suspected that he would loose it either. He still saw the scene as he reached out for his enemy only to get his finger cut off. Every time he asks himself why. Why hadn't he used the other hand to grab him? Why hadn't he just used his maze to kill Elendil? The answer was easy though. He had wanted to gloat to mock the dying king. Tell him how his world would fail, his lands burn and his people be slaughtered.

Why? When had he started to be like this?

He still remembered the time clearly, the time when he had been a being of pragmatism and logic. Both traits would have demanded to finish Elendil off and be done with it. When had he started to not be himself anymore?

He had always loved fire. Fire made his forges work, it formed his metal and shaped the things into new forms. Without fire he would be nothing. Or so he had believed. Before that belief there had been another one... he had believed in order. It had been his first great love. All things followed an order. Molecules, air, the iron core in the planet. Everything he had created in the beginning of the days had been true to his first love... order. He still believed that he had wanted to craft the ring to force order into life.

Life, such an chaotic thing. He never had been able to relate to it.

Yet he fell in love with chaos.

His master had been chaos. How had it come that he had turned from order to chaos? Or had he been so ambitious to believe that he could bring order into the chaos? Maybe, he had been ambitious all his life. Maybe he had really believed all that, once long ago...

He couldn't really remember anything before his days of service under Melkor the greatest of the Valar. He couldn't even remember the meeting when he had handed himself to his master. He knew that there had been a meeting but not what happened there. Morgoth would have never allowed him to forget that it had been his own decision. Everytime he was punished, his master made sure that he remembered that it had been his own choice and that he could be happy that he still had need for his service.

With force he pulled his thoughts away from the path that they were hopping along. It was too painful to remember. To think about his life as defeat. The defeat against Morgoth and the life under his rule. The most painful memory of all was the moment as he realized that even with Morgoth banished to the void he wouldn't be free to choose his own path to live his own life. He had tried to flee, flee and create a new life. Far away from his former being but it hadn't helped, his past had caught up with him and he had been called a liar. A liar who didn't deserve redemption. He could have gone to Valinor. As he had promised Eonwe. Maybe it would have been better in the end.

Less humiliating than this. Defeated by a Hobbit. Brought so low that he would never be able to take form, ever again.

Just him here alone in the void. Probably not even alone. A new thought sneaked up on him... and suddenly he begged that his punishment was to be alone in the void.

Would his master reach out for him?

Would he be enslaved again?

He couldn't cry. He was unable to do anything. He had no body to cry but the tiny bit of his fea that was still left shivered in fear and lonliness.

Alone in the void.

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Wash needed to bring her down safely. He sighed. Easier said than done.

"This isn't a ship, this is a flighing rubble pile"

"You aren't really insulting my ship, are you?"

Wash swallowed he could nearly feel how Mal pulled his Revolver out...

"Nah captain, just having a bad day. This will be a pretty interesting landing though."

"Interesting? What do you mean?"

"If the engines fail again then we are pretty much dead."

"Come on Wash you can bring us down."

"Down, yes. Alive, probably. Tendency falling."

Mal turned around and left the pilot alone hoping to gain some better information from his engineer. In the corridor he was stopped by Jayne caught up in the task of polishing "Vera" his gun.

"Oh come on you two... you have a room for such things."

Jayne just shook his head but didn't comment. He silently just proceeded with polishing his gun. Mal considered for a moment that something was wrong but had better things to do than loose more time. He knew Zoe was approaching the bridge as he heard the fast sharp wiry steps on the metal construction that served as ramp. What happened now?

"Zoe?"

"Captain."

"You are in a hurry?"

"River warned us about a Reaver approach."

Yep just his luck. More trouble.

"Fine tell Wash and then everyone who isn't needed to keep the ship flying will be in the hold... armed!"

"Of course, Sir."

Mal continued heading down to the engine room hoping that he wouldn't encounter even more of his crew. This time luck was with him and he could hear Kaylee summing a melody as she tended to her "old lady". He didn't like that she called Serenity old but it was better than "flying rubble pile".

"Kaylee... what is wrong with the engine?"

"Mal... do you know what the difference between an engineer and a miracle worker is?"

Where the hell did that came from?

"No but I'm sure you will tell me."

"Alright. An engineer does need actual material to work with."

"Kaylee we have been through this before, we are already heading to the market."

"I know Mal but it makes me sad to see Serenity in such a bad state. She needs new components, spare parts, top coats and heat protection or she won't hold out any longer."

It was sad but he knew she spoke the truth. Trade had gone really bad in the last time and the only thing they really had gained was trouble and people shooting at them. His ship was falling apart and his crew was tired and even if he wished for a miracle he didn't know how to change things. It was the first time since the valley of Serenity that he wished he still had his cross. He sent a prayer to any power out there that they would make it through another day.

"Kaylee just do your best. We need to land and Reavers are on our tail."

Her face showed even more exhaustion, probably thinking on how she would fix the damage they would surly suffer through. Mal grabbed the speaker and spoke to the crew.

"To everyone, here speaks the captain. We get some unwanted visitors. I want every weapon ready and loaded in the hold to greet them nicely."

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Hey this was the first intro... how did you like it?