A/N: I do not own Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars. I own Shysa and Darth Warious.
Prologue:
"I see a shadow every day and night.
I walk a hundred streets of neon lights,
Only when I'm crying.
Can you hear me crying.
So many times you always wanted more,
Chasing illusions that you're longing for.
Wish I wasn't crying.
Can you hear me crying.
There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime.
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You're only an ocean away.
Was there a moment when I felt no pain.
I want to feel it in my life again.
Let it be over now.
Oh Oh over now.
'Cause I remember all the days and nights
We used to walk the streets of neon lights
Oh I want you here with me.
Oh be here with me.
There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You're only an ocean away."
Sarah Brightman's singing echoed in the Sith's cave as the Sith Lady worked.
The Sith Lady worked carefully. A nearly finished lightsaber lay in front of her. Into it she put her last bit of life force and love. The handle of the saber resembled a wooded carving. Etched into it were leaves and vines, all twining around the handle to the top of the saber, where it looked as if it had been woven with stronger vines.
The Sith closed up the saber handle and ignited it. The blade glowed a brilliant forest green but at the core of its light, the color was a bright gold. The Sith made this saber for one she knew she would never see again. Her life was nearly over any way. A whole year had passed since she had last seen him. She shut down the saber.
A figure emerged from the shadows and spoke to her.
"Are you ready?"
The Sith nodded and then asked, "Please do this one thing for me though."
The newcomer looked at her waiting for her to continue.
The Sith Lady motioned to the newly crafted saber beside her. "This will call to the one I have made it for. Give it to him should you ever meet him. You will know for certain when he activates the lightsaber. He is the only one who can after I am gone."
The figure nodded. But the Sith held up a hand to indicate there was another thing. "Tell him that one who was lost in the shadows that loved him and wished she could have stayed with him."
"Is that all?"
The Sith nodded and stood up, igniting her black and dark violet lightsaber, "Let us begin."
The stranger ignited a colorless lightsaber and the two engaged in a fierce battle. But at the end, the Sith was defeated and died. The stranger picked up the lightsaber intended for the Sith's love. The person turned to walk away but then decided to also claim the saber the Sith Lady used. And so, with three sabers clipped to the young girl's belt, she left the dead memory of Warious to stay in the cave she emerged from.
An armored man wrapped a comforting arm around the young elementalist. "You did what was needed Shysa. Fighting one's inner self is not an easy thing to do. Remember this day my daughter."
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In Lothlórien...
The March Warden of the Golden Wood was sitting atop a guard talan wondering if he might, by the grace of the Valar, be given the chance to once again see the young mortal he loved. It was a hopeless thought for a hundred years had passed since he last saw her.
His brother, Rúmil called up to him in a un-elvish language, Come down Haldir.
"Den fruk" He replied. I shall come down later. I wish to think some more. Alert me if there are any orcs approaching.
"Chak" Rúmil replied and then left his brother to his thoughts.
A/N: Review me please!