Summary: A spell to twist and change Fate's loom/Save three unfortunates from doom. An overlooked sister, an abandoned cousin, a rejected friend and the lonely elf princess that pulled them from their own worlds. Four new additions to the Fellowship of the Ring. How will they change Middle earth's history? Adventure and romance await!
Mostly LOTR, slight AU, with some small crossover at the start from Harry Potter, Twilight and the Hunger Games. OCs. T for language and later chapters.
A spell to twist and change Fate's loom
Save three unfortunates from doom
Fayre, the last of the Spellweavers in Mirkwood, stared at the words on the page in front of her. What kind of spell is this? She wondered.
She jumped in surprise as the door slammed open behind her.
"Come, Fayre," said her father, the King of Mirkwood, "We must say goodbye to your brother."
Fayre followed him down the stairs. "Father, are you sure that I can't go?" She asked, "I am just as capable as he is."
"No." Her father looked her in the eye. "You must stay here and be safe. Do this for me."
"But father..."
"No."
They walked outside to where Legolas was waiting. "Sister, dear," he said, hugging Fayre, "Do not worry, I will be safe, and be back soon."
"If it will be safe, why can't I go?" she asked again.
Her father and her brother traded glances. "You must stay here." Her father repeated.
She felt anger boiling up inside her. "Fine!" she snapped, "I will stay here and be safe. Good bye, Legolas!" And she turned and strode back to her room.
When she was in her room she locked the door and changed her clothes. She had been wearing her favourite dress, dark green and bright gold, but she needed something less easily noticed. She changed into a dark shirt and pants with black boots, then grabbed her spell book and climbed out of the window. It was easy to get down to the ground because of the tree next to her window.
She ran for almost half an hour, through the murky dark of Mirkwood. She had no fear of getting lost; she had been raised in this forest. At last she reached her favourite place, a small clearing with a pond in the middle.
She studied her reflection in the water. She was young, for an elf, barely two hundred years old; still treated like a child in most ways. At first glance she looked human, like a woman of Gondor or Rohan, around the age of sixteen. However her light skin was subtly luminescent and her ears were slightly pointed, marking her as an elf. She had pale, straight blonde hair like her brother, and eyes that were blue like summer skies.
Fayre sighed and turned away from the pond, muttering in the ancient elvish language. A transparent ward sprung up around the clearing.
She was the last of the Spellweavers in Mirkwood; the last of the elves gifted with active magic. Over the years she had practised her spells, but there was little she could learn on her own.
Fayre stared back at the spell book. Save three unfortunates from doom. It was worth a try...
She looked down at the runes underneath the rhyme. It didn't seem too hard.
Fayre of Mirkwood took a deep breath and began to read...
Layla Adams slammed on the brakes of her car before throwing it into reverse. "Damn that girl!" she muttered to herself as she tried to find the driveway. She was on the outskirts of Forks, searching for the home of her friend – well, former friend, at least – Bella Swan. Bella Cullen, now, though Layla hadn't been invited to the wedding.
The wedding had been less than three months ago, and Layla was determined to get an explanation from Bella. They had been friends for years back in Phoenix, even though Bella was three years older than her, but they had moved apart once Bella started living in Forks.
Layla found the space in the trees and started the long drive down the path. She thought that she saw dark figures at the edge of her vision, but she ignored them. It was barely dawn, who would be in the woods now?
She parked her car at the edge of the house, but there was no one there.
"Hello?" she called, "Bella? Are you there?"
She thought she heard something further away in the forest.
"Bella?"
She could hear voices, faintly. She took one last look at her car before heading into the forest.
After ten minutes of walking she could hear the voices more clearly – they sounded angry, and she didn't want to call out. Eventually she reached the edge of a large clearing and peered around a tree. There were lots of people in the clearing, split into two sides with space in the middle. All of them were eerily pale. Layla wondered what was going on.
Then she saw Bella! Pale as the rest, next to another man that was presumably her husband, and holding a child. Everything else forgotten, Layla ran out into the clearing.
"Bella!" she shouted, running towards her. She saw Bella flinch, then Bella's mouth opened slightly.
"Layla?" she said incredously, then "Layla, you can't be here, you have to leave now!"
"Oh really?" said Layla, stopping in front of her, "Just send me off without an explanation, again?"
"No..." said Bella softly, looking behind Layla.
She turned around to see a man in a black cloak. "A human," he said menacingly, "We cannot let her go, can we?"
"What?" Layla asked, starting to panic.
"Deal with her." The man ordered and walked away. More black cloaked figures began to walk towards Layla.
"I don't understand." Layla began to back away. She distantly heard Bella screaming and others shouting, and then one of the black cloaks leapt with inhuman strength...
But before their outstretched hands could reach her, she heard a soft voice whispering in her ear and everything faded into whiteness.
Kadira Everdeen sat with her family in their house, staring intently at the old, battered television. Throughout District Twelve, others were doing the same thing, wondering if the two District Twelve victors of the last Games could win again.
"Katniss." Kadira whispered her cousin's name, willing her on.
The images on the screen were sharp and clear, but Kadira had difficulty understanding them. Katniss was with some others, but what were they doing?
There was a brilliant flash of light from the screen, and there were gasps from around the room. Kadira blinked, trying to see the screen again, but after a few seconds it turned black.
Around her, her family was trying to make sense of it all. Katniss, please be safe, Kadira thought. She remembered all of the times they had been together. Katniss had helped her, teaching her how to hunt and provide for her family.
In this distance, she heard shouting. Her brother threw open the door to listen to it better.
"Get out!" Someone was running through the streets, yelling. "You have to get out, get out of the town, hurry!"
People began to spill out of houses. Kadira's family exchanged glances before following.
Outside, the streets were beginning to fill up, and people were panicking. In the distance, Kadira could hear a low drone. She was separated from her family and shunted into a sidestreet.
"Move!" she screamed, trying to force her way back into the stream of people. The droning noise was getting louder, filling the air.
Someone slammed into her, knocking her over. She tried to move but her legs were trapped underneath an overturned barrel. "Help!" she cried, but no one heard her.
The droning noise was so loud that it drowned out the screams from the crowd surging past. "Help," she whispered as she saw the lights in the sky. Planes, Capitol planes. Then the bombs started to fall.
Kadira watched powerlessly as the distant houses began to burst into flames. She tried to wrench herself free again, but it was hopeless. She stared up at the sky, waiting for the end.
But before the bombs could hit her, she heard a voice; soft but somehow still audible over the noises around her. Then her world went white.
Saige Chang ran through the halls of Hogwarts, wand drawn. "Cho!" she shrieked, ducking out of the way of a jet of light, "Cho!"
The school-turned-battleground echoed with sounds of hundreds and witches and wizards duelling. Saige left with many of the other Ravenclaws, but had returned when she had found that Cho wasn't home.
She hadn't thought that she'd return to a battle.
"Cho!" Saige yelled again, spotting her sister behind a statue. She ran to her, narrowly missing a curse as she crossed the hallway.
"Saige, what are you doing here?" Cho snapped angrily, "Go home, you can't fight. Heavens above, you're not even seventeen."
"I can fight!" Saige yelled back, "In case you haven't noticed, I've been practising!"
Another barrage of spells shot past their cover.
"Cho – "
"Saige, go home."
"I'm not a little girl anymore!" Not that you'd know, she added in her mind. They had never been close, really.
"Saige," Cho leaned in close to her, and Saige saw the desperation in her eyes. "You could die here. I can't –" She broke off, breathing heavily, then Saige saw tears in her eyes. "You're my baby sister, Saige, and I'm sorry we never saw eye to eye, and we should have spent more time together, but Saige, this is too dangerous –"
There was a loud cracking sound, and the statue that they had been hiding behind disintegrated. Cho grabbed Saige and ducked, avoiding another curse.
"No!" shouted Saige, and shot a spell into the Death Eater looming above them. He blocked it easily, and Saige tried again. This time the masked man sent a spell at her, shattering her wand.
Saige stared numbly as the pieces of her wand fell to the ground. She heard Cho behind her casting a spell, and the Death Eater in front of her beginning a curse, but there was a third voice as well, softer and calmer.
A jet of light streamed towards her, but before it reached her, she saw only white.
Fayre finished the incantation and waited.
Oddly enough, she didn't feel tired like she usually did after casting a spell.
Then, her energy drained from her, all at once. She felt herself falling backwards, but she could do nothing. As her world faded to black, she heard three distinct thumps echo in the clearing.
And then she fainted.
A/N: My first fanfiction! More chapters added soon!
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