Hey everyone! If you write Lord of the Rings crossover fics, you may
have gotten a review from someone signing as Elithraniel before. Well, now
I've decided that it's time for me to start writing fics on my own. ~Steps
out into the world.~ ~Looks left and right.~ Whoo!! It's a big world out
there, and it's a little scary! Nothing, of course, will be scarier than
my poor writing style! (Except, of course, those dreaded Mary-Sues!)
Please give me some pity, I have never posted fanfics before, and I'm also
writing this story completely on whim as I go.
I hope this doesn't stink!! PLEASE, please, please review! Anything is welcome, but if you have to flame, at least make some suggestions as to how to make it better! I'd also like to note that I am a great Lord of the Rings fan, and I have read the books dozens of times, and I'm a huge fan; but if you do see an error, please do not hesitate to point it out! This WAS going to be a crossover with the Anne Rice vampire novels, but then I read that fanfiction.net had been asked by her to not allow anyone to post fan fiction about her books. So instead I'm just doing LOTR/my own made-up scary badass vampires. Thanks, love yall much!
It will take you in the dark
Chapter 1
Walking through the dark paths of Moria, the Fellowship made their way quietly through the mountain. Their leader, the wizard Gandalf, knew the way well, but unfortunately there was just one path that split into three directions, and he didn't know just which way to take. As Gandalf sat and pondered the direction of their route, Aragorn took the time to see how all of the members of the Fellowship were doing.
The Hobbits looked uneasy, of course, but also filled with an alien sense of wonder. They were not creatures to go exploring the wide world, and all of this journey had been terribly new to them. They new nothing of what it was to face the masses of creatures hidden somewhere in the dark here in Moria, but they were still forced to be horrified and disgusted by the grotesque corpses and rotting senses and battles that littered these mines. Of course, they also saw the great and magnificent wonders of the Dwarven city; the huge stone pillars, the once-flawless engravings upon the walls, the wonderful architecture.
Gimli looked in a state of absolute disbelief. He could not find himself able to accept that such a magnificent stronghold of his people had come to this kind of ruin. Aragorn felt a pang of sorrow for the Dwarf. Gimli had so wanted to come to Moria; it must pain him horribly to see this.
After giving a silent prayer to all of the Dwarves who had had to die there, Aragorn continued his investigation of the Fellowship. Boromir looked uncomfortable, which was understandable, and also quite cautious of his surrounding. This was well, because they were certainly surrounded by enough foulness of the Dark Lord, but Aragorn knew it was not just the presence of Orcs that made Boromir act this way. The man was naturally suspicious of all other races, though he had come to accept the ones who were members of the Fellowship well enough. He was kind and compassionate to the Hobbits, and he got along rather well with Gimli. He and Legolas got along fine, but there must have been something about Legolas being an Elf that Boromir did not trust. He seemed constantly on guard round him, and he could not keep the Elf's eye contact for long.
Thinking of Legolas, Aragorn turned to see how that member of the Fellowship was acting. He didn't really think it was necessary, though, the Elf had been tense and uneasy ever since they had even approached Moria. When Aragorn turned, though, Legolas was already coming towards him.
He waited expectantly as the approached, wondering what had brought the Elf to come over and speak to him. As soon as he got close enough, Legolas quietly hissed "There is something in the dark here!"
Don't worry, I promise you, this will not be a completely Legolas-based fanfic! Nor will it be Aragorn-based, or anything else like that! I simply used Legolas because he has higher senses than the rest of Fellowship and would be able to sense things that the others couldn't. I used Aragorn because he is simply just a very observive character.
I hope this doesn't stink!! PLEASE, please, please review! Anything is welcome, but if you have to flame, at least make some suggestions as to how to make it better! I'd also like to note that I am a great Lord of the Rings fan, and I have read the books dozens of times, and I'm a huge fan; but if you do see an error, please do not hesitate to point it out! This WAS going to be a crossover with the Anne Rice vampire novels, but then I read that fanfiction.net had been asked by her to not allow anyone to post fan fiction about her books. So instead I'm just doing LOTR/my own made-up scary badass vampires. Thanks, love yall much!
It will take you in the dark
Chapter 1
Walking through the dark paths of Moria, the Fellowship made their way quietly through the mountain. Their leader, the wizard Gandalf, knew the way well, but unfortunately there was just one path that split into three directions, and he didn't know just which way to take. As Gandalf sat and pondered the direction of their route, Aragorn took the time to see how all of the members of the Fellowship were doing.
The Hobbits looked uneasy, of course, but also filled with an alien sense of wonder. They were not creatures to go exploring the wide world, and all of this journey had been terribly new to them. They new nothing of what it was to face the masses of creatures hidden somewhere in the dark here in Moria, but they were still forced to be horrified and disgusted by the grotesque corpses and rotting senses and battles that littered these mines. Of course, they also saw the great and magnificent wonders of the Dwarven city; the huge stone pillars, the once-flawless engravings upon the walls, the wonderful architecture.
Gimli looked in a state of absolute disbelief. He could not find himself able to accept that such a magnificent stronghold of his people had come to this kind of ruin. Aragorn felt a pang of sorrow for the Dwarf. Gimli had so wanted to come to Moria; it must pain him horribly to see this.
After giving a silent prayer to all of the Dwarves who had had to die there, Aragorn continued his investigation of the Fellowship. Boromir looked uncomfortable, which was understandable, and also quite cautious of his surrounding. This was well, because they were certainly surrounded by enough foulness of the Dark Lord, but Aragorn knew it was not just the presence of Orcs that made Boromir act this way. The man was naturally suspicious of all other races, though he had come to accept the ones who were members of the Fellowship well enough. He was kind and compassionate to the Hobbits, and he got along rather well with Gimli. He and Legolas got along fine, but there must have been something about Legolas being an Elf that Boromir did not trust. He seemed constantly on guard round him, and he could not keep the Elf's eye contact for long.
Thinking of Legolas, Aragorn turned to see how that member of the Fellowship was acting. He didn't really think it was necessary, though, the Elf had been tense and uneasy ever since they had even approached Moria. When Aragorn turned, though, Legolas was already coming towards him.
He waited expectantly as the approached, wondering what had brought the Elf to come over and speak to him. As soon as he got close enough, Legolas quietly hissed "There is something in the dark here!"
Don't worry, I promise you, this will not be a completely Legolas-based fanfic! Nor will it be Aragorn-based, or anything else like that! I simply used Legolas because he has higher senses than the rest of Fellowship and would be able to sense things that the others couldn't. I used Aragorn because he is simply just a very observive character.