FULL SUMMARY FOR SECOND CHANCES
*Note: this story is somewhat of a crossover with the Inheritance Cycle series. However, it is not listed as a full crossover because Christopher Paolini's world of Alagaesia and all of his characters are only mentioned in memories. My story does not take place in his world, but rather, Tolkien's world of Middle Earth.
This story will have 2 parts. Here is the summary for Part One.
Cast from one world full of war to another, Armani isn't sure what to make of her new life. Her memories rouse questions for both her and those around her, and she finds that trying to escape Middle Earth to go back to Alagaesia may very well be impossible. As she settles into her new life, it doesn't take long for her to realize that she shares a strong connection with the elvish king. However, her secrets threaten to unravel the very relationship they both worked so hard to stabilize. When new faces arrive, Armani realizes that no matter where she goes, there will always be those that are out to get her and utilize her powers. Will she be able to plant her feet firm in the forest with her love, or will these new faces unravel all that she has worked to achieve in her new life?
Author's Note:
HI everyone! Thanks for giving my story an opportunity. At first, it may be a little confusing, but I promise it will be worth it. I've had this idea in my head for a really long time for a series that crosses Middle Earth and Alagaesia together. I'm not exactly sure if this should be listed as a cross over or not because my character spends all of her time in my story in Middle Earth. The only time Paolini's world is mentioned, is in the prologue and when Armani references her memories. This is just one story of many that I will publish. I also have an Eragon/OC and a Legolas/OC that are in the works that are actually related to this story and the whole idea behind crossing these two worlds together.
So please, give it a chance! Once it's completed, it will be very cool and well worth your time.
As a disclaimer, I just want to get this out of the way ahead of time so I don't have to post it on every single chapter- I don't exactly have the best memory, so it would be inevitable that I would forget to do this everytime. I don't own Tolkien's Middle Earth works, nor do I own Paolini's Inheritance Cycle. I only own my own ideas that are not canon to the original works, and my own characters. This is purely a work of fanfiction, and only for the enjoyment of those invested in the fandom itself. Please, do not misconstrue my story as plagiarism in any way. Here, I am giving credit where it is due, and any scenes or moments that are in the books or movies, are owned by the Tolkien Estate and Peter Jackson.
I apologize for the long author's note, but I just wanted to get it all out of the way. Enjoy!
"Armani, wake up! Wake up! We have to go, now!" I groaned, and rubbed my eyes. My ears were ringing and a dark, sticky substance coated me. Blood, and dirt caked on to my being.
Auburn blazes met my gaze when I looked out, sitting up. To my left, was Kairi, pulling desperately to get me to my feet. But I crumbled. My frail body could not hold my weight.
What happened?
Why am I not home.. In my bed?
Why is Kairi wearing armor?
Why is there blood all over me?
"Eragon! I can't move her!" She cried, but her lover, her protector, our friend, was not near. He wouldn't hear her.
Or would he? Everything is in a haze.
"Her leg is shattered. There's so much blood.. She's bleeding to death!"
"I will carry her," another voice answered, deeper, more manly. An arm snaked its way behind my shoulders, the other under my knees. The ground disappeared from beneath me..
Someone was holding me.
"Where should I take her?" He asked; I could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. He was wearing armor too. My head lay limp against his chest- my nose buried in the crook of his neck.
"Murtagh, give her to me," a new voice told him.
Murtagh? The man who came with us to the Varden. He saved us- saved Eragon. He was also my friend..
I groaned in pain when I was handed over to the rider.
"Easy now, Armani. You're gonna be fine.. Saphira, we need to get her to Angela," I could hear Eragon's voice cracking as he spoke.
"Eragon-" Kairi broke my whimper, placing a cold, I gloved hand on my boiling forehead.
"She's gonna be fine, Kairi. Angela will take good care of her," he answered grimly.
He lifted me on to Saphira's back, causing me to cry out in intense pain. I was slowly gaining more consciousness, but just as quick losing it all with every movement. All around me, and everyone who had touched me, was blood. Thick, crimson liquid.
"Give in, child. Give in to the pain, and follow the light," a faint voice whispered in my head.
It was angel like, and not from this world.
"W-who... A-a-are you-u?" I asked no one, gritting my teeth and shutting my eyes tight from another wave of pain and dizziness.
Before I got another answer, I was out. I felt nothing, and thought nothing.. It was just..
Blank.
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