Lucius walked down the narrow corridor, finally reaching a black door. Lucius turned the knob, a bit hesitantly. The dark Lord had summoned him, and he hadn't known why. Something in him told him something was wrong… he merely couldn't decide what it was. Lucius entered the room, and met the malice-filled eyes of Lord Voldemort.

"Lucius," Voldemort hissed, his eyes challenging him.

"My lord," Lucius bowed his head slowly.

Voldemort gave a sort of grin that was unreadable. "I have a mission for you."

Lucius bit his lip, "Milord?"

Voldemort turned his back to Lucius, speaking to him nonetheless. His voice was lined with something Lucius was not familiar with, "Have you heard of a place called Middle-Earth?" Voldemort asked in his snake-like voice.

"Yes, milord, I have." Lucius said graciously, bowing his head slightly as he did.

Voldemort turned back to Lucius abruptly, and the gleam in his eyes was nothing short of terrifying, "You are my most trusted servant. Which is why I chose you to travel to Middle-Earth and form an alliance with Sauron."

"Pardon my asking, but if I may – why do we need an alliance with Sauron, Milord? Would it not be wise to remain our own power, with no chance of being betrayed?"

"I will not stand for your impertinence," Voldemort hissed, his voice laced with anger and still Lucius heard a bit of amusement, "You will do as you are told, and go to Sauron. But Lucius," Voldemort brought his wand very carefully to Lucius's neck, and pressed it deep into his windpipe, "If you speak a word of your instructions to any living soul, well, you know the price you must pay."

Lucius only nodded, knowing to say something would be ignorant.

The Dark Lord removed his ward from Lucius's neck, smiling his devilish smile and turning away, "I trust you will not fail me, Lucius."

"I will not, Milord."

"Good. Now be on your way. Immediately."

"Thank you, milord, this is a great honour."

Lucius knocked on the Black's door and waited anxiously for someone to answer. A moment later the door swung open, and a woman with wild, dark curls and dark, demeaning eyes. A sort of half-grin came to her face when she saw him.

"Bellatrix, where's Narcissa?" Lucius asked in a sharp tone.

"Nice to see you too, Lucius." Bellatrix said sarcastically, "She's in the garden."

"Thank you." Lucius replied tonelessly, he pushed back Bellatrix and headed towards the garden. His fiancée was sitting on the bench under a tree. She looked up and smiled at him. Lucius rushed over to her.

"Narcissa," He said.

Narcissa stood, and kissed him quickly, "Lucius, how are you?"

"Not so well, I am distressed at what has just happened at a meeting with the Dark Lord." He said worriedly, rubbing his temples.

"What?" Narcissa asked, frowning in worry.

"The dark lord, he's asked me to travel to Middle-Earth to create an alliance between him and Sauron."

Narcissa's face fell. "How long will you be gone?" She asked.

"A month or so."

"You will be careful?"

"Narcissa, nothing in the world could keep me from coming home to you, I promise." Lucius reassured her, giving her a soft kiss.

"Have a safe journey, Lucius." Severus Snape said. Severus had come to the train station to see his friend off.

"Thank you, oh and Severus, you will take care of Narcissa while I'm away?"

"Of course." Severus said in his thick, toneless voice.

"Thank you, old friend, now I must be off." Lucius said as he boarded the train.

16 Hours Later

Lucius woke with a start as the train pulled to a stop. He got off the train and looked around.

"Excuse me," He said to the conductor. "Which way is Mordor?"

The conductor laughed. "Very funny, sir."

"Where is Mordor?" Lucius repeated more firmly.

"Oh you're serious?" When Lucius nodded, the conductor pointed to a tall dark mountain off in the distance. "That there's Mount Doom, head toward that and you'll find yourself in Mordor, but be careful, sir. There are many dangers along the way. No one dares go there, no sir, not anymore."

Lucius thanked the man, picked up his things and headed toward Mount Doom.

Many hours later, Lucius found himself in a small kingdom. He sighed with relief and knocked on one of the house doors.

A young man answered. "May I help you?"

"I have been traveling for many hours, may I stay here for the night?"

"I would let you, sir, but you see, we barley have enough food for ourselves, I'm sorry." The man shut the door before Lucius could respond. The answer was the same at the next five houses.

"You could try to castle." One woman suggested.

"Thank you." Lucius responded.

A few minutes later he was at the gates. "Halt!" One of the guards yelled. "Who goes there?"

"I'm merely a traveler." Lucius said. "I seek shelter for the night."

A moment later the gates opened. Lucius entered and found himself in a large throne room. The king looked nearly a hundred years old and very sick. Then, as if out of nowhere, a man appeared. He had skin that was almost white and jet black hair that fell just at his shoulders.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I need a place to stay for the night. None of the people have enough food and I do not wish to impose."

"I suppose we could let you stay for the night. I am Grima Wormtongue, the king's advisor."

Before Lucius could respond a young girl entered the room. She had pale skin and beautiful golden hair with grey eyes.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"I'm Lucius Malfoy, milady…and you are?"

"Eowyn, the king's niece."

"A pleasure." Lucius said graciously, bowing a little.

The girl hardly reacted. She asked bluntly, "Where are you from?"

"London."

Eowyn looked surprised, " What a long way you have traveled. What are you doing in Middle-Earth?"

"It's a…business trip."

"I see," She said with a glimmer in her eyes. "And I suppose this 'business' is most confidential?"

"It is." Lucius said solemnly.

She nodded, a small smile plastered upon her lips, "Of course. And how long do you expect to be staying here, with us?"

"Just for the night."

"How unfortunate, I would have loved to get to know you." Eowyn said with a smile.

"I'll have a maid show you to your room." Wormtongue interrupted. A moment later the maid came in and Lucius followed her into the hall. A few minutes later the maid stopped and opened a door.

"Will you be needing anything else, sir?" She asked.

"No, thank you."

Later that night Lucius found that no matter what he was thinking of, his thoughts always came back to Eowyn.

Woah! Another new story! This chapter was edited by my lovely sister, Rose Diamund. My Beta, the wonderful Clown Accomplice, has been very busy the last couple weeks, that's why Rosie edited this chapter for me.

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~Kate