Hello, this is my very first Lord Of the Rings fanfic. I've mostly written Labyrinth fan fiction so this is new territory for me. This is not a Mary Sue. There will be plenty of mystery, action/adventure, suspense, drama, and good ole romance. Yes this will eventually be a Legolas/Rose fic but it will be a few chapters before we get to that point. My stories do have a tendency to write themselves so watch out I might have some surprises in store for you. This story will take place after the Ring and the bad guys are defeated. Please review and remember that this is my first try at LOTR fan fiction so please be kind. Oh and I'm posting this before my beta reader has had a shot at reading over it for me ::guilty look:: I've kind of got her swamped with other stories that I've sent to her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Lord of the Rings characters or its world. I am just borrowing some of the characters and adding some of my own plus my own plot. I'll return the characters that I borrow when I'm through. Promise!
Rupture Between WorldsLord Of The Rings
Fan fiction
Prologue
The ring had been destroyed and with its destruction the dark forces defeated, but darkness has no real vessel. Darkness is as much a part of nature as light; one does not exist without the other, both forces in constant battle. Where one evil is defeated another shall be born. The universe is never simple, it is a complex thing that can never be fully understood and therefore never to be taken lightly. Sometimes they forget, think themselves safe from the cruelties that dwell within the shadows.
Middle-Earth is but one of many worlds separated by a thin fabric of time and space. There are times when the forces of darkness and light tug and pull, each trying to defeat the other, and sometimes that fabric tears, rips at the seams and opens a doorway. If such a tear shall occur, great destruction would be left within its wake if not closed in time. It could be the end of all life, as the worlds would blend into the other until finally canceling each other out.
The first to sense of this plight, to know that something is wrong, that the fabric is being stretched to that point where it is about to break, is Mother Nature. Mother Nature, she knows all that is of being, all that is born and all that has died for she is energy a life force that comes in insurmountable forms.
The days of peace, of calm tranquility were about to come to an end for the beings of Middle-Earth and for the beings of Earth. Yes, these two worlds live side by side and that is where the danger lies. Humans of earth write stories of Middle-Earth, of their inhabitants, or their lives and way of life, for they are often broadcast to the gifted ones, the artistic, the ones that can see beyond the fabric that separates worlds.
Chapter One
The wind was soft yet carried a note of sadness and fear, it sent a chill down her spine. Rose did not like this feeling; it chilled her to her bones. Looking up from the notebook in hand she secured her pin within its binder and closed her deep green eyes as she faced the wind. It caressed her face as if in admiration causing her long wavy locks of red to dance amongst the breeze. Breathing in deeply Rose's instincts warned her that something fowl was on the air. It was almost as if the very wind was trying to warn her of something dark lurking somewhere near.
Biting her lower lip in contemplation she was not sure what to make of these thoughts. Everyone considered her strange and at times she would tend to agree with them. Rose had never really believed in one religion but believed that each had its purpose. She believed that there was a force out there beyond any beings true understanding or grasping of its truths. Good and evil were a force that existed in each individual, whether or not one chose to accept that part of themselves or lean towards the light or darkness was up to that person. She knew all too well that she had a dark side, it scared her at times but she did not deny its existence nor did she shy away from it. She also knew that she had a light side and that in truth is the path she had chosen to take, the part of herself that she strengthened and nourished.
Rose never post judgment for she truly believed that judgment would always be truly dealt out justly in the end, whether it be in their death or after. It all depended on the path that one chose and their actions along the way, some may change, some may not. Those that are good are sometimes wrongfully brought to their deaths, but death was but a journey to the next life for those that are worthy to continue in existence.
She had always trusted her instincts and currently they were on alert and knew that something was amiss. Wrapping her arms around herself she stood from her seated position leaving the notepad at her feet. It was then that she noticed something…silence, complete an utter silence. Not a bird nor insect made a sound only the wind as it passed through the trees. This realization brought a pang of real fear to her being.
Swallowing back her fear she refused to allow it to rule her actions and make her panic. For, what was she a single woman of twenty-two to do about something she knew nothing about? Closing her eyes once again, Rose reached out with her senses.
She had always had a second sense, knew things before others, felt things that others could not see or hear. Allowing the walls that she built to protect her from unwanted sensations she reached out a little more.
Rose staggered back. It was ice cold and dark and it felt as if it were searching for her. Quickly she bent down and gathered her notepad and her handbag to head back to her car. She cursed under her breath at having to have wondered out this far into the park, far away from her car. The wind suddenly picked up in its intensity violently blowing her hair into her face blinding her for a moment. Rose froze in her tracks.
He stood before her, eyes the darkest black without the white of normal human eyes stood directly before her. His hair was white, a drastic contrast to the coloring of his eyes and his skin was pale almost devoid of all color. He was largely built, with broad shoulders and slim waist; there was no fat on him. He was pure muscle. If his eyes were not so cold and his skin so pale he might have been exotically beautiful.
Eyes widening she stepped back away from this being for he was no man. The aura that surrounded him made her insides turn in nausea.
A grim line stretched across his full lips as he reached up, his fingertips barely touching her skin as he pushed away a lock of her thick main of wavy red hair. Voice rich and deep yet spoken softly he turned his head slightly to the side as he spoke, "Rose," she flinched back at his touch, dropping her notebook that she had clutched to her chest.
The grim line of his lips quirked up slightly in amusement, "I have come for you Rose. I shall pluck you from your world so that you can serve my will within mine."
Fear gripped her heart but she refused it to rule her action as she forced her shoulders back and her chin held high, "I serve no ones will but my own. Be gone evil one, I fear you not."
At her words he laughed, and this laugh was not one filled with merriment nor light of heart but it was a cold laugh, a sound that sent ones bones to shiver, "But fear me you should sweet one for I shall have what I want and take it whether it be willingly or no."
Her nose flared as she sucked in her breath for he had suddenly reached out, his large hand like steel against her skin. His touch was cold and at the same moment that he had clenched his hand around her small arm a shock of something vile ripped through her being. Rose's head spun, the earth feeling as if it were leaving her feet, her stomach doing wicked flips that made her want to be sick.
A screeching sound met her ears, her head filled with pain as she mentally fought against this vile feeling coursing through her arm. She felt his hold disappear and as it did so she fell, collapsing to the soft grass bellow her feet. Rose immediately lost consciousness.
Light bled through her closed lids, the sound of grass swaying against the breeze recognized within her mind. The blackness that surrounded her died away and she blinked, her brows furrowing against the adjustment from darkness to light. As her vision cleared she came to realize that she was laying in tall grass her eyes taking in the bright blue skies, a wisp of a white cloud here and there.
She groaned, her body ached and she could not fathom for what reason until her mind caught up with her and her memory of what happened came back with sudden clarity. Quickly she sat up, regretting her movement immediately as her head swam from the sudden change of altitude. Nausea assaulted her sense and she bent forward, both hands pressed against the soft earth as she fought against the urge to vomit.
Breathing in deeply she desperately tried to calm her stomach and her nerves. It took her a moment before she was able to sit up straight once again and slowly yet shakily rose to her feet. Hand held to her aching head, Rose looked at her surroundings and recognized nothing.
Gone was the park that she usually went to so that she could sit amongst nature and write her stories and in its place was a circle of trees. Large thick trees surrounded her on all sides and it registered that she must be standing in a clearing in the woods. What had happened? What was it that being said to her before this?
'I have come for you Rose. I shall pluck you from your world so that you can serve my will within mine,' the memory of that being sent a shiver down her spine.
Intuitively she knew that she was somehow able to break his hold of her and was brought to somewhere else within his world. She wanted to scream out in aggravation or simply crumble to the ground and cry but she refused to allow herself that privilege. She would have plenty of time to do that after she figured out where she was and how to get back home or at least to someplace safe. If there were such a place!
Biting the inside of her cheek she turned in a circle and decided to just go to wherever her feet would lead her. Thankfully she was dressed comfortably in her hiking boots, blue jeans, and a long sleeve forest green cotton shirt that buttoned up in the front over her white tank top. If it got too hot she could always remove her top shirt but with the chill within the air, she seriously doubted it.
She needed answers but to receive her answers she needed someone to tell them to her, just who that would be was the catch. Thinking she knew that she would have to take precautions on just who she could confide in or trust. She was in a strange foreign world without any guidelines save for her own instincts. Her instincts never let her down but she knew that somehow her instincts would not be enough.
Rose stopped, that same feeling but less intense drifting on the wind. It felt to her as if there was an unbalance and something told her that this dark being that had attempted to kidnap her had something to do with it. He was obviously something very powerful to be able to somehow cross into and out of worlds.
As her mind was attempting to arrange this puzzle within her mind and figure it out there was a sound, movement amongst the grass. Quickly she turned and was met by the sight of three beings, three handsome males all with golden hair and pointed ears. They were fair skinned and had eyes that could somehow reach into your soul yet she was a bit detracted from really taking the time to appreciate their beauty as she saw that they held their bows with arrows at the ready. Stepping back slightly Rose swallowed hard her eyes wide with fear.
One of the males slowly lowered his bow, yet the other three still held theirs at the ready. Stepping forward towards her he spoke, and boy was that voice hypnotic almost musical, "Who are you?"
She frowned, "Rose," she answered in reply then glanced at the other two that still pointed their bows at her, "and do you mind pointing those things someplace else?"
The one that had addressed her nodded to his comrades, "I apologize Lady Rose but these woods are not safe and we are weary of strangers." His eyes were measurely taking in her form, "I am Legolas, son of Thraduil, King of the Elves in Northern Mirkwood and these are my companions Gimel and Denel."
Rose blinked, 'Well that explained their pointed ears and if she was not mistaken this was a character from the Lord Of the Rings. This would prove most interesting. Hopefully that story line had already plaid out and she was here afterwards.'
She thought it best not to share her knowledge, at least she knew that he was one of the good guys, "Well, Prince Legolas it is an honor to meet you but I'm in need of help for I know nothing of this place and am in need of shelter." She wanted to tell him all that had happened, to ask for his help but part of her told her to wait until she reached wherever that they took her and speak with their King, then she would share her tale.
He smiled warmly to her, though she dressed strangely her manners of speaking though held a strange yet alluring accent, "Then you shall come with us. We are on our way to Rivendell, where I am certain that King Elrond would be able to help you."
Rose smiled gratefully to the elf, "Thank you."
At this time Legolas approached her and was now standing beside her, his 'friends' quietly standing behind her, "You are most welcome."
With introductions and a plan of action decided they headed forward, Rose mentally feeling as if the two other elves were mentally burning a whole in her back. She was relieved when one of them passed her to scout up ahead.
She momentarily sneaked a peek at Legolas blushing slightly as she caught him watching her closely. What to say? 'Hi, I'm from another world and I'm afraid to break it to you but you have a really evil powerful being here that I somehow know is a threat to your world and most probably my own. Oh, by the way, he's probably looking for me as we speak and will most definitely be after me but ask me why and I have no clue!' Yes, Rose definitely was in one of those situations that screamed, 'DANGER! DANGER!'
The headache chose that time to come back full force, a cold chill running down her spin. Rose held her hand up to her head as the other reached out searching to clutch something in hopes to keep her from falling. Luckily Legolas arm was well in reach, "Oh God!"
Feeling his arm suddenly clutched in a death grip, Legolas stooped and turned just in time to hear her call out in pain and caught her before she collapsed completely, "Lady, what is it?"
"He's searching for me. Dark, evil, cold, so cold! Make it stop!" she was disoriented, the pressure against her skull immense and as it felt like her head might implode; she was thankful when she blacked out.
Hearing her words confused him but sent a sense of danger as he caught her. Whoever this Lady Rose was, there was definitely more to her than met the eye.