The Necromancer

by Scribe

Post Season 3 finale. What if that something else came through the portal instead of Elsa? What if it was Sauron, Lord of Mordor who had planned himself an escape in the event the One Ring was destroyed? As Sauron infiltrates Storybrooke, he finds something almost as precious as the Ring and that might be a former evil queen nursing a broken heart. (Follow on from Distractions)

1. Prologue

Set post Season 3 finale - Since I'm not a fan of who came through the portal at the end of the episode, consider this an AU. I'm giving elements of Tolkien's work the OUAT treatment so if you're a purist - stop reading now. REALLY.

This story follows on from my one-shot Distractions.

THE NECROMANCER

Prologue

Portal

For the second time third time that night, the gateway came to life.

As the dark magic poured through the carved markings on the stone slab on the floor inside the barn, the completion of the sigil prompted the appearance of the fiery vortex from earlier in the day. As the portal opened, like an eye blinking once, a column of flame exploded outwards, consuming the barn in a fireball that expanded outwards. The structure disintegrated and as the energy spread out in a dome that laid waste to the surrounding trees and grass.

The blast however, devastating was somewhat localised, destroying only the terrain in the immediate area. The fireball spread out and flattened everything for half a mile out and then it paused. The fury of the discharge evaporated like a gust of wind going as far it could before its breath gave out. The amber glow that had illuminated the night diminished and the cool twilight settled over the landscape and attempted to soothe the burnt land.

Only the stone slab remained and the man that stood on it, swept his gaze over the stars and recognised some of the constellations but not all. He stood over six feet tall, with intense blue eyes and long dark hair that was pulled back and held together with clasp. He was dressed in armour, intricately designed and the helmet was ornate but protected his face well enough to take the blow from a sword. His own weapon, Narthail sat in its scabbard on his hip. To any who saw him, they would have found him handsome, regal even. He exuded power though whether it was good or bad, only those under his command could say for certain.

This world had changed but this was his world. Long ago when Arda was created, magic had been part of its design. Why this was not so now, he could not say. He only knew that he had given himself an escape. He was the greatest sorcerer of his time, a child created by Eru himself and there was not any magic known to exist that he could not in some way use to his own advantage. There was always the possibility that the One Ring could be destroyed. He knew that even when he created it. One simply did not pour all of one's power into an object and then allow any fool to simply destroy it without some precautions.

No, he had considered the possibility and the spell he placed upon it had ensured that should the One Ring ever enter Mount Doom without him, it would be spirited to a distant time beyond the reach of his enemies. To them, they would think he was destroyed too but he in fact was taken to the same realm as his ring, given a flesh blood form so that he could find it again.

And when he took possession of the One Ring, Arda's destiny would be rewritten when he returned home.

Back to Middle Earth.