Introduction:
A/N: As a developing author, I am huge about breaking stereotypes. Unfortunately, I sometimes can't do that. Especially with this story. I've been wanting to write a Skyrim- Lord of the Rings crossover since before time, but I have constantly run into a wall as to the Fellowship's reason for being in the northern province of Tamriel. So, I'm going with what seems to be used by many fanfiction writers….
Enjoy!
Sauron has the ring.
Only fate knows what happened to the four halflings that accompanied it.
Perhaps not even.
The remaining four members fled Middle-Earth as the darkness of Mordor grew, spreading its shadow across the land.
Alduin has been defeated.
The Dragonborn has disappeared since returning from Sovngarde.
Few are certain as to who the Dovahkiin really is.
Not even the groups closest to the fabled hero.
Aragorn tossed a rope over to the man on the dock, allowing them to bring to bring the small craft to a rest at the pier. The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, warming the weary travelers. There was several more larger boats moored to the dock, with the exception of one, anchored under the massive land arch that held the city resting atop it.
"Mind telling me where you folk are coming from?" asked the dockworker as he offered a hand to Gandalf as to help the elderly man from the boat. "No offence or anything like that, but I don't think the I've ever seen a group like your's in these parts. Nor a vessel in this style." He gestured towards the small boat that they had just stepped out of. It was an elven craft, with curved vines carved into the silver gray wood.
"It was a gift from the Elves of Rivendell." said Aragorn, "Perhaps you could grant us a favor by telling us where we are and what that city is?"
The dockworker glanced up at the city on the arch, "Oh- well that would be Solitude up there. Though I've got to say that I've never heard of a 'Rivendell'. Summerset Isle maybe? You did say Elves, and that doesn't sound like something from Morrowind…"
Aragorn eyed the man hesitantly for a moment before leading his companions toward the dock exit.
"Ey! Hold up a moment!" called the dockworker, "Ya can't just leave the boat here. I don't know about how things work over in Dawnstar or Riften, but we've got something of system to keep here, what, with the East Empire Trading Company and all."
Gandalf was the one to answer the man this time; "We have no use for it any more. You're welcome to it if you want, but we are rather indifferent to what happens to it from here on." The gray haired wizard turned back to his current task, closely followed by Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.
"What do we expect to find here, Gandalf?" asked Legolas as the four ambled up the wooden steps and back onto solid ground.
"Hopeful someone who will heed our warning."
A/N: And there you have it! The start of a story that I really needed to write down! So what do you think? Should I continue? Anything you would really like to see in this if I do? If you've got an answer to any of those questions, the comment box is right below.
Thank you!
Nightshade the 13th