AN: This is my first attempt at a true series on this site. Comments are welcome and encouraged. I am beginning with InuYasha, but who is next can be up to you. I'm having all of the cast of InuYasha making an appearance, eventually. Also, because of a small complaint, I have decided to branch out a bit. I admit, this gives me a little more freedom, but I want to stay with my original prompt. I don't own anything, but I wouldn't say no if the owners gave it to me...

What would happen if the various characters from InuYasha found themselves in Rivendell in time for the formation of the Fellowship? Let's find out.

Sesshōmaru

Elrond looks upon the dwarf who had just lost his ax to the power of the ring's defenses. A resigned voice, he states "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here posses-"

The Elf lord is interrupted by a cold tearing noise as above the pedestal which held the ring, a dark tear in the world was formed. Elrond, Gandalf and any other who was sensitive to such things recoiled in horror at the feeling coming from the tear. Stepping through calmly came a being that could only be described as unearthly.

With barely a sound, the figure lands and looks around, his cold and imperious eyes sweeping all those around, even those in hiding.

"Who are you stranger?"

Looking at Elrond, the centuries old battle veteran felt himself tremble slightly.

"This Sesshōmaru is this Sesshōmaru."

His voice is cold and detached.

Turning, he sees the ring and snarls.

"Abomination."

Gandalf, plucking up his courage, steps forward.

"We agree, mighty one. That is why we endeavor to destroy it."

Glaring at the ring, the Daiyoukai, Sesshōmaru picks it up and watches it begin to sizzle as his potent Yokai begins to destroy it. All present wince as the ring begins to scream as the enchantments that protect it are dissolved by the Demon Lord's toxin.

Clenching a fist, all feel an immense burst of power coming from it, followed by a flash of light and an unearthly scream that was abruptly cut off.

When they could see again, all they saw was a puddle of nameless goop on the floor, and the white train of the Lord's garment disappearing into another slash. As it closes, some of the elves swear they hear a voice.

"I will find you…Rin…"

As the counsel starts to pull themselves together, an earthquake hits, and Gandalf gets a faraway look in his eyes. Gaining their feet once more, they look to the aged spell caster who sits so rigidly in his seat.

Coming out of it, he turns to the gathering and speaks four words.

"Mordor is no more."

Third done. You know the drill. Pm me with who you want to see next! And now, here is the bonus mentioned above.

"Aragorn!"

Heads whipped around in time to see Legolas rush forward to embrace his comrade. Smiles bloomed on the faces of those nearest.

Smiling back, Aragorn accepts the necklace that his lover had given him before he had left. The happy atmosphere soon ended as a frown made its way onto the Ranger's face.

"How close are we to Helms Deep?"

Théoden nodded at a massive outcropping that lay just ahead.

"Just ahead, through the gaps of the mountain."

Aragorn nods and gets back up onto his horse.

"We must ride, and army of 10,000 strong closes in behind us. All bearing the mark of Saruman…"

Faces harden and eyes narrow as the king orders his guard to go back along the line and help those behind to pick up the pace. Riding hard, Aragorn, his group and the King make their way into the valley, only to stop at the sight of an unfamiliar pennant flying from the spires and battlements. Riding forward they approach the gate.

"Ho, Helms Deep! Open the gates!" Théoden yells up at the guard post above the gate. For a few minutes, nothing happens. Just when the assembled group starts to get antsy, the gate opens. Standing in the center of the portal is a being that screams power. Even Théoden's breath caught in his throat at the feeling of this being presence.

"Who are you, Ningan, that you command this Sesshōmaru to open his gates?"

Théoden bristled a bit at the casual dismissal.

"I am Théoden, King of Rohan, and who are you to claim what is mine!"

The group suddenly felt a sense of overwhelming pressure come over them as the Man, no, Creature in front of them frowned.

"This Sesshōmaru is this Sesshōmaru. And I lay claim by right of conquest."

Théoden looked as if he had swallowed a lemon as he drew himself up for a rant. Aragorn, on the other hand, had a different plan. Getting down from his horse, he kneeled before the Daiyoukai.

"Please sir, We need refuge. Even now an army set on the destruction of this place bottles us in!"

Sesshōmaru glared at the ranger, about to speak, before being interrupted by Théoden, who had caught onto the Ranger's plan. After all, now was not the time to have a dick-measuring contest. Getting down from his steed, he also fell to one knee beside the Ranger.

"The Ranger is right. I know what you are thinking, that we have brought this upon you, but we did not. Long has this place served as a last bastion for my people. We did not know you had taken it over prior to this, so neither does the spy who told of this place to our enemy. We will fight to defend this place, if that is what you require, but please, let my people in."

The Demon Lord looked down at the human kind, head bowed, begging for his people. With a cold look, Sesshōmaru turned and left, his voice floating over his shoulder.

"Very well, you may use this place as a refuge. But this Sesshōmaru does not want nor require your efforts in defending it."

Aragorn looks stunned, but Théoden motions for his scout to take the news to those waiting.

"Tell them to come."

Not soon after all had settled the Uruk-Hai marched into the valley. Gathering on the battlements, the people prepared themselves to defend the fort. But even as the spokes-beast of the horde strode forward to deliver his message of death, there was a soft noise, like fabric rubbing against itself and the Lord of Helms Deep appeared.

"This Sesshōmaru demands what your intentions are, and that you and your half-breed trash then remove yourself from his sight."

The Uruk-Hai roared his battle cry and rushed at the Elder Demon.

"We are here to kill and feed!"

As the defenders rose up in denial, and Legolas put arrow to shaft to defend the lord of Helms Deep, something happened that left all of the ones who stood there to let their jaws drop. Without seeming to move, Sesshōmaru dodged the blade swung down at him.

The Defenders only saw a blur as the Uruk-Hai rushed past, carried by the momentum of his swing. After a few steps, it slowed and then stopped completely. Then it fell apart, diced into countless pieces.

As the Daiyoukai strode towards the now nervous first ranks, flicking his hand dismissively, Aragorn whispered to Legolas.

"Did you…see what he did?"

Legolas let the string of his bow grow slack.

"No…I could not see what he did…he moved too fast…"

The defenders could only watch in mute fascination as an army designed to overwhelm was overwhelmed.

Razor sharp blade, whips of light and what could only be called corrosive poison on the demon's claws, tore the army asunder, not even getting blood or mud on his outfit as he moved and danced his deadly dance.

As the army began to retreat, the Daiyoukai unsheathed his second sword. Holding it parallel to the ground, only those with the sharpest of eyes could see the lightning dance across its length. But all heard the Ruler speak.

"Dragon Strike."

The defenders watched in mute awe as a dragon of blue lightning tore the remaining 6,000 apart.

With a huff, Sesshōmaru turns to the defenders.

"Did not this Sesshōmaru say that your defense was not needed nor required?"

Not waiting for a response, he jumped over the wall and swept back towards the main hall.

Aragorn looked at Gimli and Legolas and asked, "Did that really just happen?"