Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Rings - KoF-Style
Disclamer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, it belongs to New Line Cinema and J.R.R. Tolkien. I also don't own King of Fighters - that belongs to SNK. This is a crossover fanfiction between the Lord of the Rings story and the King of Fighters game. That being said, the fanfic might not stay true to both the LOTR and KoF storylines - just an early warning, especially since it takes place in the old times or Middle-Earth, not the modern. (^_^) Please do not copy my work without my permission. Feedback isgreat stuff in my eyes, so if you need to get hold of me, my e-mail address is kyona_kusanagi@yahoo.co.uk and my website is http://groups.msn.com/TheQueenOfFighters. Arigatou!
PART TWO.
Chapter Seven "Where am I.?"
Shingo Yabuki's eyes were closed as the young Hobbit slowly regained consciousness. It was a question aimed at nobody in particular and he had not even meant to say it aloud but found that there was somebody close beside him to answer him regardless.
"You are in Rivendale, young Hobbit," the voice had a familiar feel to it but Shingo's groggy mind was still trying to process everything. "And it is ten o'clock in the morning on October the twenty-fourth, if you also want to know."
Finally, after a few silent moments, Shingo found the strength to finally open his eyes and see the warm and very familiar face looking back at him.
"Kagura-sama!"
"Yes. I'm here," Chizuru Kagura, the great Sorceress, could not help but looked relieved that the Hobbit had regained consciousness. "And you're extremely lucky to be here as well. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. You definetely have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit."
A flood of memories rushed back into Shingo's mind and his instinctively put his right hand to his left shoulder, only to find the injust there had been tended to. It wasn't even hurting anymore.
Shingo struggled to sit up in the bed that he was lying in. He looked at Chizuru with a puzzled face. "What happened to you, Kagura-sama? Why didn't you meet us?"
"Gomen nasi, Shingo," Chizuru said softly. "I was. Delayed."
She looked away, recalling at how she had relayed a message through the small moth to send for help in the form of a great eagle which flew to the top of the Isengard Tower to rescue her.
"Kagura-sama? What's the matter?"
Shingo's questioning voice pulled her away from her memory. She looked back at him and forced a smile. "It's nothing, Shingo. Don't worry too much."
"Shingo!"
Another voice caught Shingo's attention and he turned just in time to see Sie Kensou come bounding into the room to greet him.
"Kensou!"
"Shingo! You're awake!"
Chizuru laughed. "Kensou has hardly left your side since the rest of the group reached Rivendale," she smiled again at Shingo before gesturing at another figure entering the room. "And by the skills of Lady Candy herself, I can see that you're already on the mend."
Lady Candy was a wise and highly respected Elf throughout most of Middle-Earth. She stood tall beside Chizuru and smiled at the recovering Hobbit.
"Welcome to Rivendale, Shingo Yabuki."
Later that day, Shingo was reunited with his two other Hobbit friends; Chris and Bao, before he saw somebody whom he thought that he may never see again, sitting on a quiet bench overlooking the peaceful scenery of Rivendale.
"Kusanagi-sensei!" Shingo had run as fast as he could towards Saysiu Kusanagi, who had turned and greeted him with a welcoming smile. The two spent the next few hours catching up on their adventures, and Saysiu showing Shingo his completed book of his travels.
"I meant to go back," Saysiu told Shingo as they sat admiring the view. "Wonder at the powers of Mirkwood. Visit Lake-Town. See the Lonely Mountian again," he sighed and Shingo thought he could detect a hint of sadness in the man who had taken him in and trained him in the arts of fighting, where others would have laughed at the thought of a Hobbit ever learning to fight. "It seems that age is finally catching up with me."
Shingo put a sympathetic hand on his master's shoulder.
"Packed already?"
Sie Kensou jumped at Shingo's voice and he spun to look at him.
"No harm in being prepared, huh?" Kensou shrugged.
"I thought you wanted to see the Elves, Sie Kensou."
"I do."
"More than anything else."
"I did," Kensou looked at the ground in front of him. "It's just." he paused before lowering his voice so that only Shingo could hear. "We did what Kagura-sama wanted, didn't we? We got the Orochi Ring of Power to Rivendale. And I thought, well, seeing as how you're on the mend, we could get back home soon."
Shingo looked at Kensou for a moment, holding his gaze.
"You're right, Kensou," Shingo finally said as the realisation hit him. "We did what we set out to do," he looked at the gold ring in the palm of his hand. "The Ring will be safe in Rivendale," he looked back at Kensou. "And I am ready to go home."
"His strength returns." Lady Candy noted from where she and Chizuru Kagura stood watching the two Hobbits converse on the terrace below them.
"That wound will never fully heal, you know," there was a hint of sadness in the sorceress' voice. "He shall be carrying it for the rest of his life."
"And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilliance to the evil of the Ring." Lady Candy remarked.
"It was a burden which he should never have had to bear," Chizuru sighed. "We can ask no more of Shingo Yabuki."
Lady Candy looked at Chizuru, her face deadpan. "Chizuru. The enemy is already moving. N.E.S.T.S.' forces are massing towards the East. Orochi's eye is already fixed upon Rivendale. And this wizard friend of yours has turned out to be no more than K9999," she looked back out at the peaceful landscape. "Our list of allies grows thin."
Chizuru followed Lady Candy's gaze, her face clearly troubled. "K9999 and N.E.S.T.S. have taken it further still. N.E.S.T.S. have genetically crossed Orcs with Goblin-men. They are creating an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army capable of both moving in sunlight and covering great distances at speed. They are coming for the Orochi Ring of Power."
"If what you say is true," Lady Candy looked back at the sorceress. "Then the evil of the Ring cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Isengard and Mordor," the look in her eyes was deadly serious now. "Chizuru Kagura. The Orochi Ring of Power cannot stay here."
The two held each other's gazes for a few moments before Lady Candy finally looked away and said "This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. I have already summoned representatives from the major regions to attend an emergency meeting here in Rivendale. They must decide how to end all of this," she sighed heavily. "The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves?" there was a hint of bitterness in the She-Elf's voice. "They hide in their mountains, seeking riches. They care not for the troubles of others."
Chizuru looked at Lady Candy. "It is in the race of Men that we must now place our hope."
"Men?" Lady Candy seemed to frown. "Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Nûmenor is all but spent, it's pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of them that the Orochi Ring of Power survives," her gaze now seemed distant. "I was there, Chizuru. I was there three thousand years ago when instead of being destroyed, the Ring was spared. There is no strength left in the world of Men. They are scattered. Divided and leaderless."
"There is one who could unite them," Chizuru spoke up now. "One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor."
"But he turned from that path a long time ago," Lady Candy spoke plainly. "He chose exile."
Later that evening, Shingo and his friends all stood with Chizuru on a balcony as they watched various people still arriving for the meeting that would take place the following morning.
"That's Andy Bogard, son of the Steward of Gondor." Chizuru nodded at the blond man riding in on his brown horse, his shield slung over his back. He was wearing the clothes of Gondor's royalty, rich in colour.
"Didn't he have a younger brother?" Chris asked. "I'm sure I have fought a Terry Bogard in one of the last King of Fighters tournaments."
Chizuru nodded. "Indeed he does."
"And there is someone else riding here as well!" Bao pointed at a group of three riders all travelling from the same direction.
"Galador from the Grey Havens. The one of the right is Glorfindel. I am not sure where he is from," Chizuru admitted. "And the one riding in the middle of them both is the Prince of North Mirkwood. Sired by the Queen of Mirkwood, I have heard many a tale about that one, though have never met him."
"And here comes Iori Yagami of the Lonely Mountains," Kensou's mouth formed a frown as he saw the red-haired man enter Rivendale with his head held high and his Axe held in one hand. "Of all the representatives they could have sent for the Dwarves, they would have to send him. I mean he's not even a Dwarf as far as I'm concerned. He's from the race of Men."
"Apparently, his cousin is related to the Dwarf race. She is the Queen of Moria, the great Dwarf realm," Chizuru told the four Hobbits. "Besides, there might be more to Iori Yagami than-"
"Hey!" Shingo's excited voice stopped Chizuru and everyone looked at him as he jumped up and down in excitement. "I know who it is riding along with the two other Elves! It's. It's.."
"No way, Shingo." Kensou shook his head, looking from the dark-haired rider and at his hyper friend. "That's an Elf."
"Actually, the Prince of Mirkwood was once from the race of Men, young Hobbit," another voice spoke up and all turned to see Strider standing there. "But he was sired by the Queen of Mirkwood to save his life after he had been seriously wounded escaping from the foul clutches of N.E.S.T.S. He now no longer belongs to the race of Men, and is and Elf like all the others you see around you."
Shingo watched the Prince dismount grafecully from his horse in the main courtyard below them, an elaborate and powerful bow strung over his back with a full set of quivered arrows, and two Elven daggers were also sheathed behind him.
"Recognise him, do you, young Hobbit?" the Ranger asked quizically from behind Shingo.
Shingo scrutinized the Elf Prince. The face. The sparkling dark- brown eyes. The hair - though now long with the three small braids of the Elves - Shingo knew was once much shorter. The Hobbit looked back at Strider, unable to hold back on a large smile.
The Ranger smiled back at Shingo before shouting a greeting to the young Elf Prince, who was also an acquaintance of his.
"Mornie alantië!" Strider called cheerfully in Quenyan, or the language of the High Elves. "You're late, Kyo, Prince of Mirkwood!"
Just want to say a quick thank you to DilaZirk (I will try and make sure the rest of it is a bit different to the movie but I need to get the feel at the mo) and Ramza Lionheart (I think I've fixed the paragraphing for all the chapters now) Please keep reviewing - so then at least I know whether I should do more or not!
Disclamer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, it belongs to New Line Cinema and J.R.R. Tolkien. I also don't own King of Fighters - that belongs to SNK. This is a crossover fanfiction between the Lord of the Rings story and the King of Fighters game. That being said, the fanfic might not stay true to both the LOTR and KoF storylines - just an early warning, especially since it takes place in the old times or Middle-Earth, not the modern. (^_^) Please do not copy my work without my permission. Feedback isgreat stuff in my eyes, so if you need to get hold of me, my e-mail address is kyona_kusanagi@yahoo.co.uk and my website is http://groups.msn.com/TheQueenOfFighters. Arigatou!
PART TWO.
Chapter Seven "Where am I.?"
Shingo Yabuki's eyes were closed as the young Hobbit slowly regained consciousness. It was a question aimed at nobody in particular and he had not even meant to say it aloud but found that there was somebody close beside him to answer him regardless.
"You are in Rivendale, young Hobbit," the voice had a familiar feel to it but Shingo's groggy mind was still trying to process everything. "And it is ten o'clock in the morning on October the twenty-fourth, if you also want to know."
Finally, after a few silent moments, Shingo found the strength to finally open his eyes and see the warm and very familiar face looking back at him.
"Kagura-sama!"
"Yes. I'm here," Chizuru Kagura, the great Sorceress, could not help but looked relieved that the Hobbit had regained consciousness. "And you're extremely lucky to be here as well. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. You definetely have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit."
A flood of memories rushed back into Shingo's mind and his instinctively put his right hand to his left shoulder, only to find the injust there had been tended to. It wasn't even hurting anymore.
Shingo struggled to sit up in the bed that he was lying in. He looked at Chizuru with a puzzled face. "What happened to you, Kagura-sama? Why didn't you meet us?"
"Gomen nasi, Shingo," Chizuru said softly. "I was. Delayed."
She looked away, recalling at how she had relayed a message through the small moth to send for help in the form of a great eagle which flew to the top of the Isengard Tower to rescue her.
"Kagura-sama? What's the matter?"
Shingo's questioning voice pulled her away from her memory. She looked back at him and forced a smile. "It's nothing, Shingo. Don't worry too much."
"Shingo!"
Another voice caught Shingo's attention and he turned just in time to see Sie Kensou come bounding into the room to greet him.
"Kensou!"
"Shingo! You're awake!"
Chizuru laughed. "Kensou has hardly left your side since the rest of the group reached Rivendale," she smiled again at Shingo before gesturing at another figure entering the room. "And by the skills of Lady Candy herself, I can see that you're already on the mend."
Lady Candy was a wise and highly respected Elf throughout most of Middle-Earth. She stood tall beside Chizuru and smiled at the recovering Hobbit.
"Welcome to Rivendale, Shingo Yabuki."
Later that day, Shingo was reunited with his two other Hobbit friends; Chris and Bao, before he saw somebody whom he thought that he may never see again, sitting on a quiet bench overlooking the peaceful scenery of Rivendale.
"Kusanagi-sensei!" Shingo had run as fast as he could towards Saysiu Kusanagi, who had turned and greeted him with a welcoming smile. The two spent the next few hours catching up on their adventures, and Saysiu showing Shingo his completed book of his travels.
"I meant to go back," Saysiu told Shingo as they sat admiring the view. "Wonder at the powers of Mirkwood. Visit Lake-Town. See the Lonely Mountian again," he sighed and Shingo thought he could detect a hint of sadness in the man who had taken him in and trained him in the arts of fighting, where others would have laughed at the thought of a Hobbit ever learning to fight. "It seems that age is finally catching up with me."
Shingo put a sympathetic hand on his master's shoulder.
"Packed already?"
Sie Kensou jumped at Shingo's voice and he spun to look at him.
"No harm in being prepared, huh?" Kensou shrugged.
"I thought you wanted to see the Elves, Sie Kensou."
"I do."
"More than anything else."
"I did," Kensou looked at the ground in front of him. "It's just." he paused before lowering his voice so that only Shingo could hear. "We did what Kagura-sama wanted, didn't we? We got the Orochi Ring of Power to Rivendale. And I thought, well, seeing as how you're on the mend, we could get back home soon."
Shingo looked at Kensou for a moment, holding his gaze.
"You're right, Kensou," Shingo finally said as the realisation hit him. "We did what we set out to do," he looked at the gold ring in the palm of his hand. "The Ring will be safe in Rivendale," he looked back at Kensou. "And I am ready to go home."
"His strength returns." Lady Candy noted from where she and Chizuru Kagura stood watching the two Hobbits converse on the terrace below them.
"That wound will never fully heal, you know," there was a hint of sadness in the sorceress' voice. "He shall be carrying it for the rest of his life."
"And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilliance to the evil of the Ring." Lady Candy remarked.
"It was a burden which he should never have had to bear," Chizuru sighed. "We can ask no more of Shingo Yabuki."
Lady Candy looked at Chizuru, her face deadpan. "Chizuru. The enemy is already moving. N.E.S.T.S.' forces are massing towards the East. Orochi's eye is already fixed upon Rivendale. And this wizard friend of yours has turned out to be no more than K9999," she looked back out at the peaceful landscape. "Our list of allies grows thin."
Chizuru followed Lady Candy's gaze, her face clearly troubled. "K9999 and N.E.S.T.S. have taken it further still. N.E.S.T.S. have genetically crossed Orcs with Goblin-men. They are creating an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army capable of both moving in sunlight and covering great distances at speed. They are coming for the Orochi Ring of Power."
"If what you say is true," Lady Candy looked back at the sorceress. "Then the evil of the Ring cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Isengard and Mordor," the look in her eyes was deadly serious now. "Chizuru Kagura. The Orochi Ring of Power cannot stay here."
The two held each other's gazes for a few moments before Lady Candy finally looked away and said "This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. I have already summoned representatives from the major regions to attend an emergency meeting here in Rivendale. They must decide how to end all of this," she sighed heavily. "The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves?" there was a hint of bitterness in the She-Elf's voice. "They hide in their mountains, seeking riches. They care not for the troubles of others."
Chizuru looked at Lady Candy. "It is in the race of Men that we must now place our hope."
"Men?" Lady Candy seemed to frown. "Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Nûmenor is all but spent, it's pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of them that the Orochi Ring of Power survives," her gaze now seemed distant. "I was there, Chizuru. I was there three thousand years ago when instead of being destroyed, the Ring was spared. There is no strength left in the world of Men. They are scattered. Divided and leaderless."
"There is one who could unite them," Chizuru spoke up now. "One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor."
"But he turned from that path a long time ago," Lady Candy spoke plainly. "He chose exile."
Later that evening, Shingo and his friends all stood with Chizuru on a balcony as they watched various people still arriving for the meeting that would take place the following morning.
"That's Andy Bogard, son of the Steward of Gondor." Chizuru nodded at the blond man riding in on his brown horse, his shield slung over his back. He was wearing the clothes of Gondor's royalty, rich in colour.
"Didn't he have a younger brother?" Chris asked. "I'm sure I have fought a Terry Bogard in one of the last King of Fighters tournaments."
Chizuru nodded. "Indeed he does."
"And there is someone else riding here as well!" Bao pointed at a group of three riders all travelling from the same direction.
"Galador from the Grey Havens. The one of the right is Glorfindel. I am not sure where he is from," Chizuru admitted. "And the one riding in the middle of them both is the Prince of North Mirkwood. Sired by the Queen of Mirkwood, I have heard many a tale about that one, though have never met him."
"And here comes Iori Yagami of the Lonely Mountains," Kensou's mouth formed a frown as he saw the red-haired man enter Rivendale with his head held high and his Axe held in one hand. "Of all the representatives they could have sent for the Dwarves, they would have to send him. I mean he's not even a Dwarf as far as I'm concerned. He's from the race of Men."
"Apparently, his cousin is related to the Dwarf race. She is the Queen of Moria, the great Dwarf realm," Chizuru told the four Hobbits. "Besides, there might be more to Iori Yagami than-"
"Hey!" Shingo's excited voice stopped Chizuru and everyone looked at him as he jumped up and down in excitement. "I know who it is riding along with the two other Elves! It's. It's.."
"No way, Shingo." Kensou shook his head, looking from the dark-haired rider and at his hyper friend. "That's an Elf."
"Actually, the Prince of Mirkwood was once from the race of Men, young Hobbit," another voice spoke up and all turned to see Strider standing there. "But he was sired by the Queen of Mirkwood to save his life after he had been seriously wounded escaping from the foul clutches of N.E.S.T.S. He now no longer belongs to the race of Men, and is and Elf like all the others you see around you."
Shingo watched the Prince dismount grafecully from his horse in the main courtyard below them, an elaborate and powerful bow strung over his back with a full set of quivered arrows, and two Elven daggers were also sheathed behind him.
"Recognise him, do you, young Hobbit?" the Ranger asked quizically from behind Shingo.
Shingo scrutinized the Elf Prince. The face. The sparkling dark- brown eyes. The hair - though now long with the three small braids of the Elves - Shingo knew was once much shorter. The Hobbit looked back at Strider, unable to hold back on a large smile.
The Ranger smiled back at Shingo before shouting a greeting to the young Elf Prince, who was also an acquaintance of his.
"Mornie alantië!" Strider called cheerfully in Quenyan, or the language of the High Elves. "You're late, Kyo, Prince of Mirkwood!"
Just want to say a quick thank you to DilaZirk (I will try and make sure the rest of it is a bit different to the movie but I need to get the feel at the mo) and Ramza Lionheart (I think I've fixed the paragraphing for all the chapters now) Please keep reviewing - so then at least I know whether I should do more or not!