A/N: What do you think of a LOTR/X-Men crossover? Only, I wouldn't do LOTR, I think I would do the Hobbit. You think it's a good idea or no? I am considering it.

If I decide to go with it, I need to know what characters to include. Things to ponder. Things to ponder.

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Weeks went by and Melody became more and more trusted by everyone at her new 'home'.

Melody was allowed to do more independent things every day. She took care of all the animals on the property. Linda had decided that a blue mutant was just to creepy. Besides, Linda was going to have a baby and she didn't want the child to grow up with "that horrid monster watching over it" as she so nicely put it. So Larry put her to work with the animals.

Melody thought this was a good thing.

Larry was very fond of dogs. German Shepherd dogs. He loved them. He had large kennels where he bred them, and sold them, for a lot of money. Melody was put in charge of feeding the dogs. She also had to feed the horses. Larry thought this was enough work for one slave, but Melody had a lot of time to herself every day. She spent this time planning ways to escape and she spent the time getting to know the dogs very well. They really liked her.

She had an almost-ready-plan worked out. Larry was going to leave on a business trip in three days for three weeks. Linda could care less about the dogs and horses. Melody thought she could take a dog and a horse and get out of the nasty place she was stuck in. There was only one glaring problem. She couldn't use her powers. She had that awful bracelet on. This was a problem because she had one other power than just being able to teleport. She had (like Nightcrawler) an infallible spatial awareness. It made life uncomfortable to have it missing; it was like being dizzy all the time. That was as close as she could describe it.

The reason this was a problem was Melody had no idea how to get the wretched thing off, and she didn't know if it would ever be off.

She decided to wait.

Two days later she found out where the key to her freedom was being held.

It was in simple white ceramic jar on a shelf in the pantry.

She found this out one day, because Linda had decided he was too pregnant to dust. Melody was pinned with this extra job. She had been dusting the pantry, curiosity had over ridden common sense, and for once was right. She pulled out the key and put it in her mouth, so no one would see it, finished dusting and walked slowly out of the house. The walking part was hard, because she wanted so badly to run; but attracting attention was a bad idea.

Once she got to the dog runs, she spat the key into her hand. She put the key into the lock and turned.

Noting happened.

Her hart skipped a beat.

She turned it the other way.

It worked.

Her heart started to beat again.

She let out a breath she had been holding. A holo-screen came up with a lot of buttons. Melody chose 'Options'. There were three new buttons. 'Inhibit' looked the most interesting, so she pushed it. A new window popped up saying "Are you sure you want to inhibit this bracelet? Doing so may allow your slave to escape." It had a 'yes' and a 'no' button. She pushed yes.

"Ohhh.." Melody gasped as she felt her powers rushing back with all the subtlety of a train. "Wow."

It felt good to know that she could escape now.

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Wolverine was in the Hall of Open Records and Slave Files. He usually avoided this place.

Not today.

He knew the man who had purchased the young woman who had looked so much like his long dead friend's name had been Larry Bagel*. Thinking this brought back memories. Too many of them.

Wolverine remembered how Jean had died in battle, killed by a sentinel. He remembered Scott dying three days later, in battle. Everyone knew - had known - he had died on purpose. Everyone died, one by one, some in battle, some in accident, disease, everything. Wolverine remembered the guilt he had felt - still felt - at all of their deaths.

There were three that were the worst.

The Professor had died peacefully in his sleep, but it still hurt. He had died of old age.

Hank had died of disease, Wolverine supposed. The worst part about this was that it wasn't anything new, exotic, or strange. It was simply a heart attack.

The very worst one however was Kurt.

Kurt had died of old age. Wolverine knew Kurt hadn't wanted to die, but he also knew he didn't want to be that old. He no longer had his old grace, or athletic abilities. Kurt knew that was not strange, but he resented it. Wolverine had wished, and still did that he could have stopped the aging of all his friends.

The guilt was heavy.

Kurt's last words were "Don't blame yourself."

Wolverine did anyway.

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I was going to make it longer, but that seemed like a good place to stop it.

Please tell me what you think of my crossover idea.

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