Author's notes: Hey there! This is a story me and my good friend, Staples, co-wrote. Since you're reading this on FanFiction, you know that we don't own Lord of the Rings or Star Wars—if we did, you'd be reading this in a book or something. Enjoy Chapter 1!

Ahsoka was exhausted. It had been a busy day. However, the Separatist planet of Initium, in the Telluris system, was Separatist no more. Now, with their many wounded, they made their way back to Coruscant...BOOM! A gigantic explosion shook the ship. Ahsoka was actually down in the med-bay. Anakin would be fine, but he would heal faster with a little comfort. Plus, since... well, he hadn't seen her for a while, and needed to know she was okay. Because Anakin was just overprotective that way.

Ahsoka activated her comlink.
"Captain." Static.
"CAPTAIN! Come in!" A little more static. Ahsoka was about to try a third time, when:

"Commander."

"What's the status, Captain?"

"We've lost one of the reactors in a freak explosion."
"The other reactors?"
"Surprisingly, they're okay. But we're going down!"

"Where?"
"Mediae."
"So, no Separatist ships to worry about? You sure?"
"Absolutely. It was a one-in-a-million freak explosion. Crash landing will occur in approximately five minutes."

Ahsoka inwardly groaned. The one time Anakin's not piloting, and they still crash!

Ahsoka had never been to Mediae Telluris before, but it was legendary as a secluded, old-fashioned planet; beautiful, but strange. Apparently the people there had no knowledge of electricity, lasers, holograms, or any other basic technology. They only knew about the ancient forms of weapons, such as swords and bows and arrows. It was said that several different human-like species lived there, all obsessed with battles and poetry and ancient legends. This would be a crazy place for a crash landing.

Meanwhile, on this strange planet, a group of wood elves were making their camp for the night. One, named Haldir the Younger, looked up at the sky and saw a star that was moving very quickly... down! It got bigger as it went, and it seemed to be heading straight for them! "Look!" he shouted to his fellow elves, "Behold, a star falleth! It is a sign; we have remained on this Middle Earth for too many centuries. We are beholding the day of Death, for even a star is falling from the sky." The elves stared solemnly at the falling light, as it hurtled closer and closer. THUNK! CRASH! KABOOM! The spaceship (which was really what the star was, of course) fell directly in front of them, taking out at least seventeen trees and making a large crater. The elves stared, their hair and faces singed with the heat from the large object that had fallen in their woods. After a long silence, Haldir the Younger spoke. "What in Middle Earth is this thing that hath fallen from above? And what are we to do about it?"

After some minutes of groaning and recovering themselves, Ahsoka and the other passengers who were able to stand came out of the ship. They stood on rich soil, similar to that of Naboo or one of the other green, forest-filled planets. A dozen tall, blond-haired, mysterious people with funny ears confronted them. Surprisingly, the leader spoke Basic. "Welcome, Travelers from Above," Haldir said. "What tidings do you bring from the Anor?"

"Huh?" said Ahsoka.

"The creature does not understand our speech," Haldir said to his fellow elves. "We must find a translator. Mithrandir is near, is he not? He shall speak in our stead." Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf, was nearby, studying the mood of the trees in that part of the forest. It was important to know whether they were resenting the expansion of civilization in the nearby Shire. But when Haldir came rushing up and said something about strange creatures from the sky, he decided this was urgent enough to require his assistance. He hastened to the place where Haldir led him. "Ah," he said, "I had foreseen this." He stepped toward Ahsoka and the others and said, "Greetings. Whither hast thou fallen from, and what is thy intention?"

"Uh..." Ahsoka thought for a moment. She was understanding their strangely formal method of speaking now. "Our ship crash landed. We would like to repair it and go back... uh, whither we came."

"Ah, good," said Gandalf. Haldir tugged his sleeve. "What did the creature say?" he asked.

"She said they want to fix the ship and go home," he replied. "I don't think they speak much differently than we do on normal occasions. And they seem peaceful."

Ahsoka came up to them. "Do you have materials we can use to fix our ship?" she asked.

"Yes, indeed," Gandalf said. "But we must call the Dwarves to bring it. That will take some doing."

"Who are the dwarves?"

"Short, bearded people, rather plump and stubborn," Haldir declared. "But good at metalworking. I will send messengers in haste to obtain aid, from the Dwarves in the mountains. They shall come hither, and bring much iron and other useful materials, as well as tools." He went away to do just that, and Gandalf and Ahsoka were left to stare at each other in awkward silence.

Author's notes: Hope you enjoyed this! All the good parts were Staples' work. Please leave a review!