LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 3 (A LOST/LOTR Crossover story)
Author Artino2
Beta: Meredith (Thanks I really appreciate the help!)
rated: R
Warnings: maybe some smut eventually, some angst, some drug use, and a lot of character abuse I'm sure.
Pairing: lots- not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them. I'm only playing with their lives. No money is being made.
Summary: The characters of the TV show Lost, finally find out where the hell they are... Of course this is just after the first few episodes. We won't have polar bears (they could be albino Wargs though?) and no crazy lady on the island either. Remember, this was written before I saw the ending of the first season so it is very AU.
Galadriel looked out over the land that she loved most of all. Lothlorien. Her home. All the long years she had spent here and now the time was coming when it would be time to leave. Her dreams of late had been haunting her. The voices that spoke to her, warning of His coming.
"Are you feeling better?" Celeborn asked, as he wrapped his arms protectively around her. She had not shared with him what it was that she had seen, but he had supported her, cared for her, ever since.
"The voices will not stop," she whispered.
"Voices?"
Galadriel nodded. "I hear them on the wind, whistling through the leaves of the mallorn trees. They are warning me of a great evil."
"Sauron." Celeborn said the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.
"No," Galadriel said. "An even greater evil than Sauron himself."
Celeborn froze in his spot. Who or what was more evil than Sauron? "What do the voices say?"
Galadriel turned to him. Her eyes held a haunting look as she began to recite :
"Through a portal, he shall come,
deep within his mother's womb.
The seed of evil grows;
the world he will entomb.
The light will try to save him
and keep the world from doom."
She paused for breath and then continued,
"Love can fight the shadow,
if the heart is pure.
And save this child's soul,
as it is the only cure.
To make the world a safer place,
to keep the race of Men secure."
Celeborn listened intently to her words, but they meant nothing to him. "What does it all mean? What child?"
"But what about the Hobbits?" the Uruk growled. "I thought you wanted them."
Saruman shook his head. "A new power is coming. We must align ourselves with him before the end. You must find the pregnant woman. Bring her to me, unharmed. She carries the darkest Lord this world has ever seen."
The Uruk hissed and ran off to gather his troops. They would do as Saruman asked, although he did not like going against Sauron's wishes. The One Ring had been the most important thing, now it was an unborn baby?
"I hope you know what it is that you are doing," Grima said.
"Do not question me or my integrity," Saruman shouted. "I have looked into the palantir, and I have seen the future. Sauron still thinks the One Ring can save him and cover the world in darkness. It is still his number one priority, but it is no longer mine. If I can raise this child, I will be able to rule the world. I would be more powerful then even Sauron himself."
"But where will we find the girl?"
"Must you ask so many questions?" Saruman bellowed. "My Uruks will find her for me. They will not let me down."
Grima held his tongue and nodded his head in agreement. He only hoped the old wizard knew what he was doing.
"Do not move if you value your life!"
Charlie stopped in his tracks, afraid of the long sharp sword that was suddenly pointed in his face. "Who the hell are you?"
He wasn't sure if he was happy to find another person or not. He definitely did not like the thought of losing his head. The ranger looked at the man. He was oddly dressed, and he spoke funny. "Are you alone?"
Charlie shook his head. "The others are coming," he told the man. "We were stranded on an island across the ocean. Our plane crashed."
The ranger from Dol Amroth did not understand the man's words. "You must be taken to Prince Imrahil. He will know what to do with you."
The man looked and saw the other's approaching. He whistled for his companions, and they quickly surrounded the strange group of people. Shannon hid behind Boone and Sayid, not sure what was going on. All of the men were dressed funny and pointed long swords at them.
"Everyone remain calm," Sayid said as he held up his hands to let the others know that they were unarmed. "Our plane crashed," he began, but the ranger stopped him.
"Silence! You will be taken before Prince Imrahil. He will decide whether you are friend or foe."
Michael looked at the others and shrugged his shoulders. At least they had found people. Strange people for sure, but people nonetheless. "Maybe they have a phone or something, so we can call for help," he told Boone.
The rangers led the way towards the city with the group of weary strangers. The men hoped the group were as they had said, stranded travelers, but in this dark time, no strangers in their land were to be taken lightly.
Kate wasn't so sure what to think of it all. The strange clothing, the swords, the funny speech. It just didn't add up. Sure there were many islands in the ocean that had their own tribes and stuff, but these guys just didn't strike her as that type. Still, she had no choice but to follow them. They had the weapons, after all. She hoped Sawyer would not do anything to aggravate them. Then, on the other hand, seeing him poked a few times with a sharp sword wasn't such a bad idea after all. The man annoyed her
Faramir looked up as the group of people came into the room. He turned questioningly to his uncle. Imrahil raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what was happening.
"My Lords," the ranger said, as he bowed his head out of respect. "We found these people near the shores. I thought it best to bring them here to you."
Imrahil looked at the strangely dressed people. The one woman was standing there half naked, which was totally unacceptable in his opinion.
Shannon saw him look at her. He disapproved. She could see it in his eyes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to be in her own bed back home. Boone also saw his judging gaze and stepped in front of his stepsister. "We were stranded on an island when our plane crashed. We are lucky to be alive."
"Plane?" Imrahil asked, the word sounding as foreign to his tongue as it had to his ears.
Kate did not like the way things were unfolding. Something was not right. These people looked like nothing she had ever seen before. "We need to get back to the mainland."
"Mainland?" Faramir repeated. "You mean Minas Tirith?"
"Yeah, whatever," Sawyer finally said, as he pushed his way to the front of the group. "I just wanna get back home again. So maybe point us in the direction of the nearest bus station, or call the cops, or whatever. I'm tired, hungry, cranky as hell even."
"You want food?" Imrahil said. He turned to his servants. "Bring food and fresh clothing for our guests."
"Guests?" Faramir questioned. "Uncle, we do not yet know their purpose here. They could be spies."
"Look at them, Faramir. If they were spies, I would hope Saruman would find better than this. I may not know where they have come from, nor why they are here, but I can provide a little hospitality to them until we find out. They are unarmed and apparently not a threat."
Kate listened to the men speak. It seemed as if they were going to help them at least. "There are others," she said, "still left on the island. One is a pregnant woman."
"There are more of you?"
"Yes, a pregnant woman, a doctor, a Korean couple, and some others. Can someone send a boat for them?" Michael asked.
Imrahil spoke to a few of his men quietly, and they left the room. "I have sent some of my men to bring your friends here. Until then, you should get into," he paused as he looked at Kate and Shannon, "more appropriate clothes. I will have the dining hall set and ready with food when you are done."
Faramir was not so sure he could be as trusting as his uncle was. Still, he had to obey him. "Follow me," he said, as he led the group towards the section of the palace that had spare rooms in it.
Shannon watched the man walk away before following after him. 'Nice ass,' she said to herself, as Boone and the others followed.