The Princess of Middle Earth Discontinued Chapter 2 The Inn of the pracing pony, a sailor moon x-overs fanfic

Since English is not my native language, please do not flame me for spelling errors there might be.

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Authors name: Uranus knight

Story type: SM/LotR Crossover

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Thanks for all the suggestions and reviews. Makes me really happy, and wanting to write more. I have made a changed in chapter one, since I could connect anything with it ^_^. It concerns Serena's (She had just cut her hair down to about 15 cm below her shoulders, putting it in a ponytail instead of two pigtails.) and Hotaru's age. She is 10 years old. And the last thing, the letter is just signed Princess Selena. Sorry for giving too much away, minna-san.

I have decided to write as close to the books as possibly, with SM stuff of course. You guys are MORE then welcome to give me idea for twists ect. I have one in mind (Making the Nazgülz semi-good, but I am not sure how It will fit in and if it will at all.

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The Princess of Middle Earth

Uranus Knight

Chapter 2

The Inn of the Prancing pony

Middle Earth:

It was dark when Serena, now dresses in a long white gown and a silk cape with a hood to cover her, a sword hanging loosely on her left side, arrived at her destination. But the silver crystal hadn't sent her where she had wanted to go. True she was on middle earth, but certainly not in Gondor, that much she remembered. She held the silver crystal into the air, and used its light to see where she really was. Serena gasped. She was standing in the middle of 'the old forest' near the village Buckland. This wasn't long way from village of Bree and the in of Prancing Pony. She began to walk, searching for a road to follow. Luckily, she didn't have to search for long, and started to follow it. After a while of walking she came to a wooden gate, with a sign above it that said Bree. She knocked on the door, and it didn't take long before someone answered.

"What do you want?" A grumpy old man's voice said, and a hatch on the gate was opened.

"I wish to stay at the 'Inn of the Prancing Pony'. My business is my own." Serena replied. The Man closed the hatch and opened the gate to let Serena in.

"I am sorry, young lady. But it's my job to ask such questions after dark." Serena smiled kindly at the elderly man, who looked at her in shock as if he recognised her from somewhere. Serena walked through the mud on the street until she reached the Inn. Opening the door, she was greeted with laughter, smoke and the scent of food being cooked. She took a deep breath and walked inside, closing the door behind her. She walked to the desk to order something to eat, drink and a room for the night.

"Good evening, young lady. What can I do for?" The landlord asked, as Serene walked up to the desk.

"A nice warm meal, something to drink and a room for the night, would be good." Serena replied.

"Certainly, miss...?"

"Serena. Serena Shack." She said, lying about the last name. The landlord nodded and went to get Serena something to eat. She sat down in a corner, holding her hands over a candle light. And elderly woman came over to her with a mug, filth wipth bear.

"Thank you." Serena said and took the mug.

Mordor:

It was a barren wasteland riddle with fires, ash and dust. Naked trees stood lonely on the sloops of Mount doom, while black clouds hang over the mountains. Lava rivers and tar pits filth the air with a scent of gas and something that smelled like burned flesh. Loud screams could be heard from the castle Bara-Dûr, home of the Dark lord Sauron. The screams came from the creature, Gollum. The forces of Mordor had been hunting for him for quite sometime now and had finally found him. They had been torturing him for hours, trying to get him to say where the Master Ring was. So fare they had only managed to get two words from him, besides blabber and screams, "Shire and Baggins". Almost immediately afterwards, 'the 9' left Minas Morgul, screaming piercing screams as the road out, a few hours later the crossed the river Isen. It was on mid summers eve.

Serena had just finished her meal and was now listening to a man, telling a story to some children. She smiled at the way the man was telling the story. He made it sound exciting and mysterious. She thought back to her childhood where her mother, Queen Marissa, had told her stories about the elves. "They are the most beautiful beings that exists", she had said. Serena smiled, turning to see the landlord talking to 4 short people, dressed in pants that stopped just above their knees, a shirt and a cape with a hood to hold off the rain. They had no shoes on at all. Serena recognised what they were, Hobbits.

"Good evening, young masters. If you are seeking for accommodations, we have some nice cozy Hobbit-sized rooms available, Mister...?" The landlord said.

"Underhill, my name is Underhill." The hobbit replied.

"Underhill, yes." The landlord responded, not really convinced.

"We are friends of Gandalf the grey. Could you tell him that we have arrived?"

"Gandalf? Gandalf. Oh yes... I remember. Elderly chap, with a grey beard and a pointy hat. No, I am sorry. But I haven't seen him for six months." The landlord replied.

"Come on, Frodo." Pippin said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

*Gandalf the grey* Serena mumbled to herself, smiling. She had been listening to the convocation, as closely as she could. *These Hobbits might help me find Gandalf, so I can't get home.* She got up and walked over to the table were the hobbits was sitting.

"Excuse me." Serena said. "Sorry for intruding, but I couldn't help over hearing that you said you were looking for Gandalf the Grey. Do you happened to know were I might find him?"

"Sorry, we don't. He told us to meet him here, and as you can see, he hasn't showed." The hobbit, Sam, said.

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that. I am an old friend of Gandalf." Serena said.

"Really? Were do you know him from?" Frodo, another one of the hobbits, asked.

"I was born in the white city." Serena said, smiling.

"In the kingdom of Gondor?" Merry, who was also a hobbit, asked.

"Yes." Serena said.

"Frodo, That fellow has been done nothing but staring at us ever since we arrived." Sam said.

"I wonder who he is." Frodo said, as the landlord walked by, "Excuse me?"

"Yes." The landlord said.

"The man in the corner... who is he?" Frodo asked. The landlord had a disturbed look on his face as he replied, "I don't know his name, but he's one of them rangers. They're dangerous folks, who wander around in the wilds. It's best to stay away from them. Around here goes under the name of Strider."

"Strider." Frodo mumbled, fiddling with the 'his' ring with his eyes closed. Serena looked at him strangely. Almost as if she could sense the power emanating from the One Ring, that Frodo carried. Frodo could vaguely hear the many conversations that surrounded him. But on brought him out of the hold the ring was having on him.

Pippin was at the desk, ordering his pint and answering a question from one of the other guests. "Baggins? Sure I know Baggins. Frodo Baggins. He's over there." He said, pointing in Frodo's direction.

Serena looked at Frodo in shock. Frodo got up and went up to pippin.

"Pippin!" Frodo said, trying to pull Pippin away from the desk before he said more.

"Steady on, Frodo." Pippin said as Frodo fell backwards, loosing the ring in the air. When he hit the floor, still focusing on the ring, it accidentally slipped on his finger once more, causing him disappear entirely.

Elsewhere... They stopped abruptly turning to look backwards they way they had just come. They could feel the power of the One Ring, more then even. Someone had put it on, trying to wield its great power. Screaming, they sat in full gallop. Riding at a breath taking temper back the way they came. They had found the ring.

Frodo was standing in a void. Everything around him was like shadows, elusive and unclear. A fell voice was calling to him. A huge eye, lid less and surrounded in flames appeared stating at him. "I see you. You can not hide. The is no other life, only death." The voice said to him. Frodo quickly pulled the ring of. He was back in the Inn.

People were talking again as is nothing had happened. He let out a sigh and put the ring back in his pocked. He gave a start when someone roughly pulled him off the floor.

"You bring far too much attention to yourself 'Mister Underhill'."

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MUHAHAHAHAHA. The Master of cliff-hangers strikes back ^_^. I hope you liked this second chapter. Update will be soon!

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