AN: I know, I know, very LOTR. But I had to set up the new characters
before bringing in the old ones. For the rest of the story, It's a lot
more KH. I would also like to thank AlexanderDelferia and seleramin
Alatariel for reviewing! Now, on to the story. Oh, first, also, FYI, I
don't like to do a lot of AN's, so I may not write one for a while. Thanks
in advance for reading!
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Chapter 2
"Just admit it! You have no idea where we are!" Donald squawked at the pilot of the ship that they were in, a young guy with tan skin, shocking blue eyes, and spiky auburn hair.
"I know where we are going. We went through the warp hole." His explanation fizzled out lamely.
"And now where are we, Sora? You don't know!" Returned Donald.
Goofy looked up from what he was reading. The top read "Chronicles, by Jiminy Cricket". "Gawrsh, what if we never find our way back? We could be stuck here."
"We're FINE. Everything's FINE!" Sora turned around and glared at Donald, who glared back. But after a few seconds, his face lit up.
Look, Sora! A world!" Donald pointed with a feathered finger. Sora turned around, and sure enough, a world was in the center of their windshield. The world ahead wasn't garish. It looked almost. too normal. The greens, blues, whites, and grays swirled together to make it look like a child's marble. There was a patch of blackness, and just looking at it made Sora's stomach sick. He turned around with a triumphant smile.
"I TOLD you we weren't lost. I TOLD you I knew where I was going!"
"Just turn around and land! We have to make sure the Heartless aren't on this world, too!" Donald answered grumpily. "Make sure that the ship is concealed. We don't want to make * that * mistake again."
Sora laughed, pulling in the craft to look for a place to land.
~ * ~
"Just admit it! You have no idea where we are!" Alatariel yelled ahead at her sister, who was riding in front with the map.
"We are in the Plains of Rohan. somewhere." She looked around, but all she could see were the golden wisps of grass that covered the plains that they had been crossing for days.
"Yea, somewhere meaning anywhere." Alatariel mumbled loudly. She trotted up beside Inwe. "So much for our plan."
"Alatariel, straight ahead!" Inwe dismounted, and Dawnwhisper shied away from the grass that was parting against the wind. Inwe drew her sword and held it in front of her, prepared to meet what was rushing their way. Alatariel did the same, dismounting, taking an arrow from her quiver and drawing her bow.
From out of the grass leapt five dark shapes with pupiless, yellow eyes. Inwe caught one on the neck, causing it to explode into a mass of purple and black smoke, which then completely disappeared. She caught the next one in the belly, and didn't finish it off. The blade passed through it, as though it were no more than a shadow. She caught it with her next swing in its head, and it burst apart like the first. Alatariel had finished off two of them with her arrows. They both headed for the last one. It looked at them, and, realizing that it was alone, melted into the ground, becoming a true shadow. It crawled away, leaving them alone, looking as though they had fought nothing more than the wind.
"I want to learn how to do that." Inwe said, flopping down in the grass.
"What?" Alatariel replied.
"Turn into a shadow. That's really useful." She laughed half- heartedly.
"I don't. I think the only reason they can do that-" Alatariel stopped.
"What is it?" Inwe asked.
"I think the only reason they can do that is because they aren't truly alive. They live a tortured existence, like orcs." The thought sent a shiver up both girls' spines. Even after all the years since the War of the Ring, the ghosts of battle still haunted Middle-Earth. Neither girl had ever seen an orc, but their father's stories sent twisted nightmares to haunt them in their dreams. They were both silent for a while, each catching their breath. Inwe stood up first.
"What do you say we keep moving? That thing is probably going to tell all of his friends that we are here."
"Good idea." Alatariel stood up, too, brushing herself off. The horses had not gone very far, they were both very dedicated to their riders. They remounted, gathered their reins, and set forward at a brisk trot.
~ * ~
"You've circled the whole planet, Sora, just pick a place to land!" An exasperated Donald quacked.
"How do those flat plains look?" Sora asked the two. He was beginning to ignore Donald, who was in a typical bad mood.
"Fine, fine, LAND!" Donald yelled.
"I'm landing, I'm landing." Sora answered, easing up on the controls. "A nice, smooth landing, coming right up."
~ * ~
"Look, there's a hill up here!" Inwe shouted back to her sister, who was once again in tow. "We can probably see for miles from up there!" She kicked Dawnwhisper gently, easing her foot back along her side, and she sprang into a relaxing canter. Alatariel followed suit, and they cantered up to the top of the hill.
"Wow. what a view." Alatariel said, awed.
"I know, and look, there's a forest over there!" Inwe pointed forward, and sure enough, there was green on the horizon.
"It will take all day and night to reach it." Alatariel sighed and slouched on Willow's back. "Well, we better get started." She and Willow started down the hill.
"Princesses!" Yelled a masculine voice. Both Inwe and Alatariel jumped from their saddles in surprise. They turned around, and saw a figure approaching them on a blood bay horse.
"Oh no." Alatariel groaned. She clicked her tongue, and Willow started into a hand gallop.
"Ali!" Inwe called, but she didn't look back. She heaved an exasperated sigh and turned Dawnwhisper around to face Cellen.
"Princesses!" He called again, bringing Ruin to a halt. Inwe could tell it was Ruin, the same horse who had almost blown their cover when they were escaping. She knew all of the horses in the Royal Stable. She had spent much of her time there in her younger years. He looked happy to see her, and whickered amiably when he scented her atop Dawnwhisper. "Why have you abandoned you people, Inwe?" He said, using her informal name to scold her. "You father and mother are worried sick, they-"
"Wait," Inwe said softly. Alatariel stopped, surprised by her sister's tone. She could still hear her sister, as they were connected in a way that no one, not even they themselves, understood. "The sky." Inwe whispered.
Alatariel looked up and gasped. The clouds were boiling as if a storm was approaching, but the clouds were brilliant white, nothing like storm clouds. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly, too. No, it couldn't be a storm, Alatariel thought. She kept looking up, and flashes of yellow and red began showing through, turning the clouds to fire. Willow reared, and Alatariel had to break her concentration just to stay on her horse. Inwe was having similar problems. She heard Inwe scream.
"By the Valar! Alatariel, look up!"
Alatariel struggled to calm her horse, and she managed what she intended to be a glance. But once she saw what was bursting through the clouds, she could not tear her eyes from it. What looked like a brightly color bird made out of children's blocks was darting from the sky. It had a giant black mask across its face, and immobile wings. It's claws came out of its body, and it hit the ground with a thud. The claws let it roll to a stop in the middle of the Plains of Rohan.
Inwe turned around to see Cellen lying on the ground and Ruin standing next to him, looking sheepish.
"Ruin, did you rear and knock off Cellen?" Inwe asked in a cute singsong voice. He walked over to her and she patted his neck.
"Inwe, what do we do? It's opening its mouth!" She whispered loudly. Cellen groaned, getting up.
"My head."
"Get over it, we have bigger problems!" Hissed Alatariel. Cellen hushed up. She turned to her sister. "I say, we go around it, making for the forest. I believe that it may be Fangorn. Whatever it is, we need to reach it by-"
"No," Inwe interrupted, "I am going over there. This may help us on our quest."
"Quest? What quest?" Cellen asked loudly.
"Be quiet!" The sisters chorused. "I am going down there. Stay here with Cellen." Before Alatariel could protest, Inwe slipped down the hill as stealthily as she could and approached the giant bird.
~ * ~
Sora, Donald, and Goofy disembarked from the gummi ship. They walked down the ramp, and looked around at the strange world they had landed on.
"Where are we?" Sora asked Donald. Donald looked around helplessly, as if the answer would reveal itself.
"I. don't know," He answered lamely.
"What do you mean, you don't know? You always know where we are! How can you not know?" Sora asked.
Inwe crept closer, her golden hair blending in perfectly to the grasses of the plains. She prowled forward like a cat stalking her prey. She slowly withdrew her sword, making no noise as she unsheathed the steel. She snuck up on the creatures from behind, her total being focused on them.
"Don't move!" Inwe said in a commanding voice. Sora, Donald, and Goofy, turned around, each with their weapon in hand.
"You are the one who shouldn't move! We have you outnumbered!" Sora said triumphantly.
"That's what you think!" Alatariel and Cellen ran up behind the three. Alatariel had her bow in hand, an arrow notched to the string. Cellen carried an Elven longsword with beautiful engravings along the blade. Inwe walked over to them.
"We don't want to fight you," Donald said, "We just traveled here on our ship-"
"That's not a ship, that's a bird!" Alatariel yelled, drawing her bow.
Wait, where are we?" Sora asked.
"The Plains of Rohan." Inwe answered.
"Oh no!" Donald slapped his hand to his face and walked away, shaking his head. Goofy followed him, asking what was wrong. Sora looked around, and saw three weapons pointed at him with only his own to defend him. He looked at his attackers.
"Are your ears. pointy?" He asked.
"For goodness sake!" Alatariel put her bow away. "What is wrong with you people? . And other things." She added, glancing at Goofy and Donald.
"You aren't of Middle-Earth, are you?" Inwe asked fascinated. "Where do you come from?"
He didn't answer. Judging by his facial expression, he was a bit uncomfortable.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Inwe said, putting her sword away, "I didn't introduce myself. I am Inwe Greenleaf, Princess of Mirkwood. This is my sister, Alatariel, and Cellen Lomear." She offered her hand. "And you are?"
"Sora, the Keyblade Master." He shook her hand. Inwe noticed that his sword was a key, not a steel blade, but she left this unmentioned.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sora. Please excuse our. attack. We have had strange happenings lately in Middle-Earth, and the landing of your bird was certainly not ordinary. I'm afraid we thought you were hostile."
Sora was still staring at them. "You don't look human."
Alatariel groaned. "That would be because we aren't. We are from Mirkwood, meaning we are elves. Your companions aren't exactly human, either." She glanced at Donald and Goofy, who were muttering to each other by the ramp. Donald looked very upset.
"The duck is Donald, and the other one is Goofy." He said as means of introducing them. He turned back to Inwe. "About the strange happenings here, what's wrong?"
"There are creatures haunting the woods and plains, and the Lords of Doom once more send fire into the heavens. We fear that the Dark Lord is once more at work." Inwe said solemnly. "Creatures of shadow have been attacking us since we left Mirkwood to find out the truth."
Sora looked alarmed. "Donald, I think there's Heartless here!" He called, but Donald didn't seem to be listening. "Excuse me for a moment." He told the elves, walking over to Donald and Goofy. "Donald, there are Heartless here, we have to find the Keyhole!"
"This is wrong, terribly wrong. We are in Middle-Earth!" Donald wailed.
"What's wrong, why is this a bad thing?" Sora asked, puzzled.
"You don't understand, Sora," Goofy said, "We are only supposed to go to worlds in which we know the inhabitants, and King Mickey rules them."
"Who rules this world?" Asked Sora.
"We don't know, because we aren't supposed to be here!" Donald squawked, "Going through that warp hole opened up a new continuum. We have left King Mickey's continuum and entered this one."
"What is a continuum?"
"A continuum is a system of worlds interlocked by warp holes," Donald answered. "We belong in the Cartoonist Continuum. We left that one to come here."
"What continuum is this?"
"I read about the different continuums in one of my books. This is the Novelistic Continuum. This is Middle-Earth, one of many worlds in this continuum." Donald drifted into deep thought. Sora knew he could get no more answers out of Donald for now.
"Goofy, I think we'll spend the night here in the plains. We can sleep outside." Sora went to get the tents that they had in the ship.
"Why don't we sleep inside the ship, Sora?" Goofy asked.
"Because I want to learn more about the elves. They think the ship is a bird. I don't think they'll get on it, at least not tonight."
"Right," Goofy answered, "A campout it is!"
"Looped continuums, Heartless in Novels." Donald muttered, sitting down for a hard night of figuring out how this happened and how to get out of it.
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For those people who don't know, continuum is pronounced "con-tin-yu-um". Thank you for reading! Please leave your reviews!
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Chapter 2
"Just admit it! You have no idea where we are!" Donald squawked at the pilot of the ship that they were in, a young guy with tan skin, shocking blue eyes, and spiky auburn hair.
"I know where we are going. We went through the warp hole." His explanation fizzled out lamely.
"And now where are we, Sora? You don't know!" Returned Donald.
Goofy looked up from what he was reading. The top read "Chronicles, by Jiminy Cricket". "Gawrsh, what if we never find our way back? We could be stuck here."
"We're FINE. Everything's FINE!" Sora turned around and glared at Donald, who glared back. But after a few seconds, his face lit up.
Look, Sora! A world!" Donald pointed with a feathered finger. Sora turned around, and sure enough, a world was in the center of their windshield. The world ahead wasn't garish. It looked almost. too normal. The greens, blues, whites, and grays swirled together to make it look like a child's marble. There was a patch of blackness, and just looking at it made Sora's stomach sick. He turned around with a triumphant smile.
"I TOLD you we weren't lost. I TOLD you I knew where I was going!"
"Just turn around and land! We have to make sure the Heartless aren't on this world, too!" Donald answered grumpily. "Make sure that the ship is concealed. We don't want to make * that * mistake again."
Sora laughed, pulling in the craft to look for a place to land.
~ * ~
"Just admit it! You have no idea where we are!" Alatariel yelled ahead at her sister, who was riding in front with the map.
"We are in the Plains of Rohan. somewhere." She looked around, but all she could see were the golden wisps of grass that covered the plains that they had been crossing for days.
"Yea, somewhere meaning anywhere." Alatariel mumbled loudly. She trotted up beside Inwe. "So much for our plan."
"Alatariel, straight ahead!" Inwe dismounted, and Dawnwhisper shied away from the grass that was parting against the wind. Inwe drew her sword and held it in front of her, prepared to meet what was rushing their way. Alatariel did the same, dismounting, taking an arrow from her quiver and drawing her bow.
From out of the grass leapt five dark shapes with pupiless, yellow eyes. Inwe caught one on the neck, causing it to explode into a mass of purple and black smoke, which then completely disappeared. She caught the next one in the belly, and didn't finish it off. The blade passed through it, as though it were no more than a shadow. She caught it with her next swing in its head, and it burst apart like the first. Alatariel had finished off two of them with her arrows. They both headed for the last one. It looked at them, and, realizing that it was alone, melted into the ground, becoming a true shadow. It crawled away, leaving them alone, looking as though they had fought nothing more than the wind.
"I want to learn how to do that." Inwe said, flopping down in the grass.
"What?" Alatariel replied.
"Turn into a shadow. That's really useful." She laughed half- heartedly.
"I don't. I think the only reason they can do that-" Alatariel stopped.
"What is it?" Inwe asked.
"I think the only reason they can do that is because they aren't truly alive. They live a tortured existence, like orcs." The thought sent a shiver up both girls' spines. Even after all the years since the War of the Ring, the ghosts of battle still haunted Middle-Earth. Neither girl had ever seen an orc, but their father's stories sent twisted nightmares to haunt them in their dreams. They were both silent for a while, each catching their breath. Inwe stood up first.
"What do you say we keep moving? That thing is probably going to tell all of his friends that we are here."
"Good idea." Alatariel stood up, too, brushing herself off. The horses had not gone very far, they were both very dedicated to their riders. They remounted, gathered their reins, and set forward at a brisk trot.
~ * ~
"You've circled the whole planet, Sora, just pick a place to land!" An exasperated Donald quacked.
"How do those flat plains look?" Sora asked the two. He was beginning to ignore Donald, who was in a typical bad mood.
"Fine, fine, LAND!" Donald yelled.
"I'm landing, I'm landing." Sora answered, easing up on the controls. "A nice, smooth landing, coming right up."
~ * ~
"Look, there's a hill up here!" Inwe shouted back to her sister, who was once again in tow. "We can probably see for miles from up there!" She kicked Dawnwhisper gently, easing her foot back along her side, and she sprang into a relaxing canter. Alatariel followed suit, and they cantered up to the top of the hill.
"Wow. what a view." Alatariel said, awed.
"I know, and look, there's a forest over there!" Inwe pointed forward, and sure enough, there was green on the horizon.
"It will take all day and night to reach it." Alatariel sighed and slouched on Willow's back. "Well, we better get started." She and Willow started down the hill.
"Princesses!" Yelled a masculine voice. Both Inwe and Alatariel jumped from their saddles in surprise. They turned around, and saw a figure approaching them on a blood bay horse.
"Oh no." Alatariel groaned. She clicked her tongue, and Willow started into a hand gallop.
"Ali!" Inwe called, but she didn't look back. She heaved an exasperated sigh and turned Dawnwhisper around to face Cellen.
"Princesses!" He called again, bringing Ruin to a halt. Inwe could tell it was Ruin, the same horse who had almost blown their cover when they were escaping. She knew all of the horses in the Royal Stable. She had spent much of her time there in her younger years. He looked happy to see her, and whickered amiably when he scented her atop Dawnwhisper. "Why have you abandoned you people, Inwe?" He said, using her informal name to scold her. "You father and mother are worried sick, they-"
"Wait," Inwe said softly. Alatariel stopped, surprised by her sister's tone. She could still hear her sister, as they were connected in a way that no one, not even they themselves, understood. "The sky." Inwe whispered.
Alatariel looked up and gasped. The clouds were boiling as if a storm was approaching, but the clouds were brilliant white, nothing like storm clouds. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly, too. No, it couldn't be a storm, Alatariel thought. She kept looking up, and flashes of yellow and red began showing through, turning the clouds to fire. Willow reared, and Alatariel had to break her concentration just to stay on her horse. Inwe was having similar problems. She heard Inwe scream.
"By the Valar! Alatariel, look up!"
Alatariel struggled to calm her horse, and she managed what she intended to be a glance. But once she saw what was bursting through the clouds, she could not tear her eyes from it. What looked like a brightly color bird made out of children's blocks was darting from the sky. It had a giant black mask across its face, and immobile wings. It's claws came out of its body, and it hit the ground with a thud. The claws let it roll to a stop in the middle of the Plains of Rohan.
Inwe turned around to see Cellen lying on the ground and Ruin standing next to him, looking sheepish.
"Ruin, did you rear and knock off Cellen?" Inwe asked in a cute singsong voice. He walked over to her and she patted his neck.
"Inwe, what do we do? It's opening its mouth!" She whispered loudly. Cellen groaned, getting up.
"My head."
"Get over it, we have bigger problems!" Hissed Alatariel. Cellen hushed up. She turned to her sister. "I say, we go around it, making for the forest. I believe that it may be Fangorn. Whatever it is, we need to reach it by-"
"No," Inwe interrupted, "I am going over there. This may help us on our quest."
"Quest? What quest?" Cellen asked loudly.
"Be quiet!" The sisters chorused. "I am going down there. Stay here with Cellen." Before Alatariel could protest, Inwe slipped down the hill as stealthily as she could and approached the giant bird.
~ * ~
Sora, Donald, and Goofy disembarked from the gummi ship. They walked down the ramp, and looked around at the strange world they had landed on.
"Where are we?" Sora asked Donald. Donald looked around helplessly, as if the answer would reveal itself.
"I. don't know," He answered lamely.
"What do you mean, you don't know? You always know where we are! How can you not know?" Sora asked.
Inwe crept closer, her golden hair blending in perfectly to the grasses of the plains. She prowled forward like a cat stalking her prey. She slowly withdrew her sword, making no noise as she unsheathed the steel. She snuck up on the creatures from behind, her total being focused on them.
"Don't move!" Inwe said in a commanding voice. Sora, Donald, and Goofy, turned around, each with their weapon in hand.
"You are the one who shouldn't move! We have you outnumbered!" Sora said triumphantly.
"That's what you think!" Alatariel and Cellen ran up behind the three. Alatariel had her bow in hand, an arrow notched to the string. Cellen carried an Elven longsword with beautiful engravings along the blade. Inwe walked over to them.
"We don't want to fight you," Donald said, "We just traveled here on our ship-"
"That's not a ship, that's a bird!" Alatariel yelled, drawing her bow.
Wait, where are we?" Sora asked.
"The Plains of Rohan." Inwe answered.
"Oh no!" Donald slapped his hand to his face and walked away, shaking his head. Goofy followed him, asking what was wrong. Sora looked around, and saw three weapons pointed at him with only his own to defend him. He looked at his attackers.
"Are your ears. pointy?" He asked.
"For goodness sake!" Alatariel put her bow away. "What is wrong with you people? . And other things." She added, glancing at Goofy and Donald.
"You aren't of Middle-Earth, are you?" Inwe asked fascinated. "Where do you come from?"
He didn't answer. Judging by his facial expression, he was a bit uncomfortable.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Inwe said, putting her sword away, "I didn't introduce myself. I am Inwe Greenleaf, Princess of Mirkwood. This is my sister, Alatariel, and Cellen Lomear." She offered her hand. "And you are?"
"Sora, the Keyblade Master." He shook her hand. Inwe noticed that his sword was a key, not a steel blade, but she left this unmentioned.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sora. Please excuse our. attack. We have had strange happenings lately in Middle-Earth, and the landing of your bird was certainly not ordinary. I'm afraid we thought you were hostile."
Sora was still staring at them. "You don't look human."
Alatariel groaned. "That would be because we aren't. We are from Mirkwood, meaning we are elves. Your companions aren't exactly human, either." She glanced at Donald and Goofy, who were muttering to each other by the ramp. Donald looked very upset.
"The duck is Donald, and the other one is Goofy." He said as means of introducing them. He turned back to Inwe. "About the strange happenings here, what's wrong?"
"There are creatures haunting the woods and plains, and the Lords of Doom once more send fire into the heavens. We fear that the Dark Lord is once more at work." Inwe said solemnly. "Creatures of shadow have been attacking us since we left Mirkwood to find out the truth."
Sora looked alarmed. "Donald, I think there's Heartless here!" He called, but Donald didn't seem to be listening. "Excuse me for a moment." He told the elves, walking over to Donald and Goofy. "Donald, there are Heartless here, we have to find the Keyhole!"
"This is wrong, terribly wrong. We are in Middle-Earth!" Donald wailed.
"What's wrong, why is this a bad thing?" Sora asked, puzzled.
"You don't understand, Sora," Goofy said, "We are only supposed to go to worlds in which we know the inhabitants, and King Mickey rules them."
"Who rules this world?" Asked Sora.
"We don't know, because we aren't supposed to be here!" Donald squawked, "Going through that warp hole opened up a new continuum. We have left King Mickey's continuum and entered this one."
"What is a continuum?"
"A continuum is a system of worlds interlocked by warp holes," Donald answered. "We belong in the Cartoonist Continuum. We left that one to come here."
"What continuum is this?"
"I read about the different continuums in one of my books. This is the Novelistic Continuum. This is Middle-Earth, one of many worlds in this continuum." Donald drifted into deep thought. Sora knew he could get no more answers out of Donald for now.
"Goofy, I think we'll spend the night here in the plains. We can sleep outside." Sora went to get the tents that they had in the ship.
"Why don't we sleep inside the ship, Sora?" Goofy asked.
"Because I want to learn more about the elves. They think the ship is a bird. I don't think they'll get on it, at least not tonight."
"Right," Goofy answered, "A campout it is!"
"Looped continuums, Heartless in Novels." Donald muttered, sitting down for a hard night of figuring out how this happened and how to get out of it.
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For those people who don't know, continuum is pronounced "con-tin-yu-um". Thank you for reading! Please leave your reviews!