Xena vs. The Lord of the Rings
Prologue
Signs and portents
An old man who was not a man walked into a moonlit garden. He moved like a shadow, peeking furtively from under the hood of his brown cloak. He stopped before a thing that looked like a silver basin but was not a silver basin, and stared deeply into its crystal clear water. And behold; the reflection of the stars disappeared, and an image appeared -- an image of a raven-haired woman sitting on a throne in a tower on top of a mountain, with a mithril crown resting on her head, and wearing a colourful cloak embroidered with the finest threads of gold. She stood up, and looked around, and everything she saw belonged to her, and all nations knelt under her feet.
The man was shaken by this vision, but then it blurred away to be replaced by another vision. It had this very same woman, but now she was younger, much younger, no more than a child. He saw her hold her dead brother on her lap, crying for revenge against the killer, though any sound couldn't be heard. She took her brother's sword from his hands, and ran madly against the killers, slashing left and right, until they didn't move any more. The man tilted his head, and began to understand. Again the image changed into something new.
This time, the center of the basin was filled with an innocent face of a young, strawberry blonde girl. The man started. Who was she, and why did she appear? The image widened up, and the girl turned around. She took a stick from the ground, and used it to lift a pot from fire, yelling something to someone. The raven-haired woman came in, sat nearby, and accepted a plate offered to her.
The man smiled, and slowly lifted his left hand above the basin, and then let it touch the water surface so very lightly that it didn't break at all. But as he did that, the dark woman in the picture became tense and she looked around nervously. "Incredible," the man mumbled, as she turned to look curiously at the place where he would have been, if he had been there at all.
Suddenly, something else drew his attention. Swiftly he let his hand sweep away the vision on the water before he retreated, and turned to face another person. "My Lady," he said.
The newcomer, a tall, beautiful Elf, looked at him curiously, smiling slightly. She threw a glance at the silver basin where the water had almost settled down, and arched an eyebrow. But then she just greeted the man with a nod of her head, and said nothing.
End of Prologue.