A/N: Of course I don't own anything of the characters and stuff, otherwise I'll be a spoiled little rich brat. And I doubt that any of you really owns any of them either. I don't even own Zika, she's Hikura_'s. I only own the words, so there! And the characters that I made up, like the Guardians and the Bounty Hunters, the Zika Trinity, and Wait! I also own the comic book 'The k'Night', but since I'm rewriting and drawing, and basically nobody knows that it exists, you can't really steal it, can you? This fanfic was brought to you from the results of two hyper and bored girls walking home from school. **grins** ENJOY!!



WARNING: Scenes of violence, some explicit language and topics that might disturb some readers. Mature Audiences only (like 16). This is Zika we're talking about, so there will most definitely be violence. And since it's me, there's going to be blood. And characters are probably going to be OOC, since I'm a deprived little manic.



1.1.1.1.1.1 Chapter Four: The Lady of the Rings

(Do you really need to know, it's Zika meets The Lord of the Rings! I'm afraid it's brief)

"This is just great! I have to manage a war, with all these factor, and then Zika shows up." Guardian Crinan Gaya muttered. "My poor Dilandau, that wasn't supposed to happen! OH! This is such a big mess! And I'm not the only one that has this happening, am I right Delilah? Danier?" Crinan swirled to face the two magic mirrors. "And knowing you, Delilah, you have a plan of some kind. And you have our dear Danier on your side. So, what is this plan you want me to be on?"

Delilah looked a little amused. "You certainly keep an eye out on what's going around you, Crinan."

"It's a must, especially with the disturbances I've been having lately." Crinan said. "And the Zika Enigma seems to be the cause, if the warning that I've been picking up is correct."

"Zika Enigma?" Danier said.

"Certainly you've noticed how tricky the creation of Zika was, I call that the Zika Enigma." Crinan grinned. "It seems to be appropriate. Now, what did you have in mind?"

As Delilah presented her idea, Crinan smiled.

Zika blinked, and a good-sized headache threatened to overwhelm her. "Ow." She said as an afterthought. "I need to look after dodging more." Her shoulder throbbed as well, and she rubbed it gingerly. The energy spear was gone, Zika suspected that she might have absorbed it, and the wound was now cased in her flawless armour. It still was going to feel a little sore though. "They weren't that good." She muttered to herself,

"You know, talking to yourself is not a good sign. Maybe you should get some mental help."

"Shut up Jova." Zika said absently. She looked around her. She was standing in another forest. Unlike the last one, this one had the feeling of watchfulness and to normal people, felt spooky. Zika, however, isn't a normal person. 'How come this place looks familiar?'

She got out of her Digital Form and into her usual Physical Form. The headache was fading, so Zika set out on a brisk walk. She noticed how the landscape reminded her of watercolours. 'Damp and dreary. Wouldn't like to live here.' But up ahead she caught the sound of running water and the wisps of…something. Zika frowned, it was a spicy feel, and made her feel like sneezing. Corious, she crept closer and closer, moving tree branches out of the way as she walked. And stepped out onto cool stone pavement.

A little startled, she looked around. Rocky hills surrounded the lush valley around her, and the clearly non-human-made buildings that she was standing on. The place was swarming with the spicy feeling. Zika felt a little sick from it and wondered whether she would barf.

Zika wandered the ornamental buildings. Sunlight made the day seem brighter here. Any brighter, and Zika would have had to cower under the shade. She found that she burned very easily. She lost herself in examining the buildings.

"Can I help you?" Zika jumped at the voice. Standing to her left was an elf. Zika blinked and took in all details, confirming that he was indeed, an elf. He was looking quite expectantly at her. Zika could see a little meeting going on behind him. He seemed to be there to deny her entrance to whatever was going on. She scowled to herself.

"No, just looking around." She answered him.

"Well, could you please do so somewhere else?" the elf said. Zika shrugged, turned, and walked away. Losing all interest with the elven city, Zika left it and began to hike the hills. She came to a path, and followed it at a good pace. Then she felt something odd to her. It tugged on her from the east. 'I've got some competition here. Hmm, not very strong.' Zika decided to eliminate the competition. 'It would be great fun!' So she changed direction, and headed towards the east. She was out on a plain when it went dark.

She gathered some firewood, and started a campfire. She summoned a few supplies, and settled down to roast stuff. She was having so much fun, that she stayed for an entire day.

During the day, she watched a bunch of black dots coming from the direction of the elf city, and towards her. She whistled merrily as the group approached at sundown.

'Is that a hobbit that I see? Oh! Four of them! Didn't I see them at that meeting? What in the name of the heavens are four hobbits doing with an elf, a dwarf, two humans, and …a wizard? This is interesting.'

"Hello there! Why don't you come and make use of my fire here! Plenty safe here!" She called at them. They all approached her warily. Zika really didn't blame them. At the moment, she was roasting a waffle. They came and huddled on the opposite side of the fire, the elf closest to her. "Hey, you can spread out, I won't bite. Just leggo my eggo!" She giggled at the looks on their faces. The wizard cleared his throat. Zika looked at him, waiting.

"We would like to know to whom we are sharing this excellent fire." He said. Zika smiled.

"Certainly, I'm Zika Silver the first." She said. "And you are?"

The wizard, Gandalf, made the introductions, complete with the lands from where they came from. After that, they seemed more relaxed, and spread themselves out around the fire, though Zika saw a Aragorn finger his sword every once in a while. They set up camp nicely, with sleeping places. Zika watched them, amused.

They got out some cooking utensils, and began a more filling meal than Zika's random roastings.

"I still would like to now what land you come from, Silver." Gandalf said. Zika slightly winced at the usage of the last name.

"I come from everywhere and no where." Zika responded calmly.

"You speak in riddles." Gimli said. Zika gave a laugh.

"You want riddles, I'll give you riddles." Smiling, she began to throw every riddle that she knew; no matter how impossible it would be for them to answer it. She supplied the answers for their lack of technology, and they began to trade whatever riddles they knew. Zika was really beginning to enjoy herself. She would have gone farther, but Gandalf told them that it was late.

"One more riddle." Zika said. Then, casually, she said. "What have I got in my pocket?"

The look on their faces were most hilarious. Zika was having a hard time keeping a poker face. She looked down as if realizing something. "Oh, wait! I haven't got pockets!" She couldn't help chuckling. Then she reached behind her and summoned a log to put on the fire. Legolas frowned.

"Wait, that wasn't there before. How did you get it?" he demanded.

"I summoned it." She said simply. Everyone, except Gandalf, gaped at her.

"What are you?" Gandalf asked sharply. Zika eyed him.

"Now that is a real riddle." She said, grinning. "And don't think that you can overwhelm me with your strength, I won't have let you here if I couldn't dispose of you." She said this quietly, letting them sink in the meaning in her eyes. Then she brightened. "Well, as you said, it is very late. All of you should get some sleep. I volunteer to keep watch."

"What about your sleep?"

"I am like the elves, I need little sleep for long periods of time." She didn't move from her place at the fire. Not being able to argue with her, they settled down to sleep. Only Legolas stayed up with her. It was a change to have a bunch of people sleeping around her while she roasted her foods. Legolas was hardly company.

Zika summoned a bag of marshmallows, and offered it to Legolas.

"Wait, you wouldn't happen to be one of those elves that can't tolerate caffeine?" She pulled the bag away.

Legolas looked at her blankly. "What's caffeine?"

Zika blinked. "Never mind." She opened the bag and started roasting.

"I must ask, where do you get your wood?" He asked once when she placed another on the fire.

"Mirkwood." She replied casually, and then grinned at his look. "I'm kidding." She giggled. "I just gather the matter to create it."

"You make firewood?"

"Something likes that, yeah, among other things. It's extremely easy." Zika said. She noted the time, then stood up and stretched. "I should be going. I've got plenty of work to do."

"Where are you going?" Legolas frowned. Zika acted surprised.

"Why! To Mordor, of course! Where else am someone like me going to go?" Zika cracked her knuckles. "I really do hate competition, after all. And that Sauron, or what's left of him, has been a very naughty boy and needs a big spanking." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Saruman could use a lesson as well."

Pretending not to notice Legolas' look of total disbelief, Zika began to walk casually away to the east. She made sure that he could hear her whistling. When she knew that she was out of sight, even for an elf, she went to her Digital Form and flew the rest of the way to Mordor. She changed back into her Physical Form before walking up to the Gates (out of firing range, she's not stupid) and yelling.

"Hey there! Sauron! Come say hello! Either that, or come fight me!" The few orcs at the gate laughed at the sight of a mere girl yelling death threats at their lord. Zika ignored them, and yelled a continual stream of threats creatively and fluidly in every language of middle-earth. Some of the orcs stopped and stared when she used the Modor native language. 'That should get their attention, and if no…' Zika grinned. "Well, okay, since you're being such a snob, we'll have to do this the hard way."

She went into her Digital Form, and let the orcs gape at her beautiful metal wings and smooth armour. 'Not so tough now, I think.' She gathered a great deal of electricity from the air and compressed it into her hands. Several storm clouds formed above her. She gathered fire from the planet's core, and the ground began to dry up. 'Fire and electricity, yes that should make a great explosion.' Zika let the ball of fire and energy grow, and then let it fly. She kept pouring in energy to the blast, and swept the area with it.

There wasn't a lot left of the gate when she stopped the blast. "Weak." She remarked, and strolled through, leaving behind scorched stone and fragments of flesh. She found that most of the buildings and devices were of similar quality. Zika was disgusted. 'He calls himself a Dark Lord. Huh!' Zika found that Sauron was a bore, and decided to leave a very big message.

Zika's work had not gone unnoticed. Gondor sent a few men out to see what was going on in Mordor. As the men approached, they gasped with amazement. The entire land of Mordor was a smoking plain. The stench of flames and flesh invaded their noses with a burst of strong wind. The smell was so strong that even the strongest of the men gagged and felt sick.

Zika took off into the air, totally ignoring the soldiers from Gondor below her. She was headed towards Saruman's tower. She was just going to have a few quick words with the wizard, a little like the ones she had with Sauron…

The Fellowship was climbing a very steep and snowy mountain. It was snowing gently, but they couldn't really care at this point because it was so freezing cold. Frodo slipped on a hunk of ice, and went sliding down the mountain for a bit before Aragorn stopped him. Aragorn, being the nice chap that he is, pulled Frodo to his feet and asked whether he was hurt. Frodo was fine, but he felt his pocket where the Ring was, and found it empty. He looked up in alarm. Boromir stood a little farther up. It looked like something was sparkling in the snow at his feet. "Boromir!" Aragorn called out. The entire Fellowship had stopped and was watching them.

Boromir looked startled. "What? Is Frodo all right?"

Aragorn blinked. "Isn't that the Ring in front of you?"

Boromir looked down. "No, it's a button off somebody's coat."

Frodo suddenly felt a large burden lift from him.

A tithing laugh drew their attention to Zika, who was floating above them. She landed in equal distance between Frodo and Aragorn, and Boromir. "You looking for this?" She held the chain with the Ring on it. "I must say; those pockets aren't very theft proof. The invention of the zipper might help." She giggled. Then she started examining the Ring.

"Hmm, it's a power ring. How basic! I could probably make a couple dozen of these in my sleep. And it's so weak!" She looked Aragorn in the eye. "So you say that this thing can only be destroyed by the fires of a dragon, or of Mount Doom?" Aragorn nodded.

Zika smirked. "Well, Mount Doom doesn't exist anymore."

"What!" A few of the Fellowship dropped their jaws.

"Neither does Mordor. So, if you really want to continue in the way, you'll get to the Smoking-Swamp-and-Wastelands-that-Were-Mordor. And Orthanic is destroyed as well. I thought it was better to get them all out of the way." Zika smiled at them. "If you want, I'll destroy this ring for you." She didn't let them reply. Zika took the ring into her fist and crushed it. She opens her hand to reveal a pile of golden dust. Calmly, she created a flame and let it consume the dust. The Fellowship stared at her.

"Is it gone?" Pippin said.

Zika beamed at him. "Sure it is. When I destroy stuff, I destroy stuff. Mordor, for example." She watched their reaction with some amusement.

"There's no more Mordor?" Boromir said with amazement. Zika smirked.

"Gone, a wonderful smoking plain. But not for long, let me assure you. If me calculations are correct, and they rarely aren't, there should be a delightful garden growing in about a couple hundred years." She smiled as if she had just announced that it was a pretty day. "And now, I should be going."

Zika began to stroll down the slope. She stopped at Frodo, and patted him on the head. "No more eye-less lid." Whistling, she disappeared over the edge of a cliff, but there was a flash of light that swept away from the mountains and into the air.

The Fellowship just stood there was a few moments.

"Was she telling the truth?" Merry wondered outloud.

"Well, there's no more Ring." Frodo shrugged. "So I think that she was."

Gandalf cleared his throat. "I propose that we turn around and go back. There seems to be no need for us to go further."

They all agreed, and happily they made their way down the mountain. So ends the Lord of the Rings in the middle of the First Book.

Zika was feeling very satisfied with herself. She flew back to Mordor to admire her handiwork again. On her way there, a presence stopped her, a very familiar presence.

"Shit, them again." She said. 'They're waiting for me.' She drifted down and landed on the other side of the clearing, facing east.

"And just what have you been doing?" An angry Ikeda said.

"Oh, nothing much. Why don't you see for yourself?" Zika said casually.

"No thanks, we have already." Ikeda replied flatly.

"Then why did you ask?" Zika said mockingly sweet. Ikeda opened her mouth to answer, but a gesture from Pewter stopped her.

"Now that you've had your fun, don't you think that you should be going somewhere?" Pewter said.

Zika pretended to think. "Well, now that you mention it…I should be going to kill you soon." She powered up a fireball. "So how 'bout it?"

Ikeda muttered something under her breath. Unfortunately, Zika picked it up.

"Gee, such language!" She remarked before hurling the fast enlarging fireball at the unprepared duo. They scattered from the blast, giving Zika more time to ready some more attacks. She shot off a few rounds of fireballs, then moved in for some hand-to-hand combat. She sent some energy into her fist when she swung it at an opening. Zika felt like she was dancing, as she moved around and dodged attacks. She giggled.

Suddenly, Ikeda and Pewter jumped back. Zika was left standing in the middle of them, feeling like she was in a game of monkey-in-the-middle. Her eyes darted from each one, wondering what they were up to. Realization hit her, and she launched into the air. The two blasts hit each other and cause a great explosion.

'Hmmm, they're fond of big explosions. Got to remember that.' The light from the explosion nearly blinded her. 'Not good! Not good! I need to see!'

Still in the air, she looked around for them. 'Please, let them not be above me!'

WHAM! A blow from above answered her. She rolled with the blow, not dropping far, and shielded herself against the on-coming fireball. 'I can see that The Power That Be isn't too friendly around here. Maybe it has to do how I've totally messed up with their history. Naaa! Probably something else, like my mass of destruction.'

Zika threw a few blasts in Pewter's direction, then dodged Ikeda's sword. She slipped inside of her reach to knock the sword away, absently distracting Pewter with some more fireballs. Slamming into Ikeda proved to be the way to throw the bounty under into the trees, rendering her out of commission of a few precious moments.

'Now for you, dear Pewter.' She swirled to face him, and let loose a very large blast that all but blinded her.

"Oops." She said as the dust settled. "I think I put too much into that one."

"Idiot!" Pewter yelled at her from a safe distance away. "You completely destroyed half of middle-earth!!"

"Well, you made me mad!" She shot back, accompanied with some energy rays. One hit him as a crippling blow in the shoulder. He bit back a cry, and sank into himself, desperately trying to heal himself. There was a familiar series of flashing lights and when Pewter looked up, Zika was gone.