LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 4 (A LOST/LOTR Crossover story)
Author Artino2
Beta: Meredith (Thanks so much!)
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 story was written before I saw the season finale, so it is very AU.
Claire stopped walking along the beach and ran her hand over her large belly. The pains had started again, and they worried her. She knew that soon it would be time for her baby to be born. She would have been frightened giving birth in a hospital, but to even consider having it here, well it was just unthinkable.
Sun came over to her and handed her some fish that had been caught and cooked over the fire. She said nothing but pointed to the fish and then to Claire's belly. Claire knew what the woman meant. "I have to eat for the baby."
She took the piece of fish and thanked Sun for it. She continued walking as she nibbled the piece of meat. The sun was high overhead, telling her it was close to midday. She wondered how Charlie and the others were doing. She hoped that they would find land and send help. Hoped. Prayed even.
"I am sick of fish," Hurley complained as he sank down into the sand. He had eaten fish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
"If the rescue party doesn't come before tomorrow night, I'll see if we can get some of the others to try to hunt boar." Jack looked towards the ocean, and saw Claire walking along the edge. He knew she was worried. They all were worried, especially her, she would be giving birth soon. He did not know what he would do if there were any complications.
"Do you really think there will be a rescue party? That they will make it to land and not end up sleeping with the fishes at the bottom of the ocean?"
"We must keep our thoughts positive," Jack said, as he got up and walked over to where Claire was.
"How are you feeling today?"
Claire was startled out of her thoughts and turned to the good doctor. "Ok, I guess."
"I'm worried about them too."
"Nice rooms at least," Shannon said as she looked around. "Very Victorian I'd say, with a bit of a rustic feel to it all." Shannon picked up a dress that had been laid out for her and saw one for Kate as well. "They have absolutely no fashion sense though."
Kate was not impressed. Fancy rooms and furniture did nothing for her. Fancy dresses, even less. "I don't like the feel of this place. It seems so … different. Like we floated through to the Twilight Zone."
"Yeah, but at least the men look pretty good. Well, most of them anyway." Shannon flopped down on the bed and closed her eyes. The nice soft bed was so much better than the sand she had been sleeping on.
Kate did not give Shannon's statement a reply. She was more interested in getting to a phone and getting help for Jack and the others still on the island. She knew Claire did not have much longer to go before giving birth. The one man had said he would send someone to get them, but still, things just did not seem right to her.
"I'll be back," she said as she walked to the door and slipped out before Shannon could say anything. She was not fond of the blonde woman. She was everything Kate never liked in a person: rich, blonde, and stupid. She just had no tolerance for blonde floozies like Shannon.
Kate walked down the long hallway, wondering where the men had been taken. She was hoping she could locate their room, to see if they had any luck finding a phone.
Michael paced the room they had been given. "How do they expect us to rest when we know the others are not safely here on shore yet?"
"I do not trust these men," Sayid said. "Something about all of this just does not seem right to me."
"Will you two quit your yapping? They said they'd go get them. They have given us this nice room to rest in and promised us food. What more could you guys want?" Sawyer lay back on the bed and propped his feet up. "I'd say our rescue mission was a success."
He heard the door open and saw Kate. "Freckles! Come on over here and join me; the bed is nice and comfy." He patted the place beside him on the bed. Kate ignored him and looked at the others. They seemed just as worried as she was about everything. Everyone that was, except Charlie. He was huddled in a chair, shaking and sweating profusely. She knew something was wrong with the guy. Maybe someone would be able to get him to a hospital so he could be helped.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, as she shut the door behind her.
Charlie looked up at her. "I'll be fine," he said, as he got up and stormed off into the other room. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It seemed like some sort of primitive bathroom without plumbing. He had hoped to find a nice medicine cabinet with some nice potent drugs. Anything to take the edge off of the withdrawal symptoms that he was feeling. All he could find, however, were small vials of sweet smelling liquids. With a sigh, he sank down onto the rug that covered the floor and wept.
"He doesn't seem ok," Walt said, as he looked towards the room Charlie had entered. His father came over and put his arm around him. "I think Charlie has some problems, Walt, but hopefully, we can get him some help."
A knock at the door sounded and all eyes turned as a lady entered. "Lord Imrahil requests your presence in the dining hall."
Faramir and his men loaded their boats into the water and began to paddle towards the island where the others were stranded. He did not know what to make of the strange people. He hoped his uncle was correct in assuming they were friend and not foe. "According to the others, they drifted quite a ways, so we may have to row along the shore until we find their campsite."
The men nodded, and they set off to rescue the others.
Shannon followed the woman to the large dining hall. The others were not there yet, and she felt out of place. The lady had seemed unhappy that she had refused to change into the dress that had been provided, but she didn't care. It was, after all, the year 2005, and not 1905, like these people were dressed.
Imrahil looked up, as did the others in attendance, when Shannon entered. The lady led her over to a seat near the Prince and then excused herself. "The others will be along shortly, my Lord. Lady Bella is bringing them here."
Imrahil nodded and turned to Shannon. "The dresses that were left were not to your liking?"
"You can say that," Shannon laughed. "I haven't worn that much material since the second grade Christmas play."
Imrahil was confused but did not comment on her strange way of speaking. "Please," he said as the servants began serving her food, "eat."
Shannon picked up her fork just as the others walked into the room. Imrahil was disappointed to see none of them had bothered to dress for dinner in the clothing he had provided. He tried not to take it personally. He just did not think what the two women were wearing was appropriate. "Please sit down and eat," he told the others.
Sayid eyed the various swords and daggers that were lined along the walls. "Interesting choices of cutlery," he commented.
Imrahil smiled. "You have an interest in swords?"
"I have an interest in a lot of things," Sayid replied as he sipped the water that he had been given.
"Sayid here has his own fancy torture collection," Sawyer added with a smirk as he picked at his food. He gave up on the foreign cuisine and took up his wine glass, emptying it in an instant. "This is good," he said, as he held out his cup for the servant to refill.
"So tell me," Imrahil said, "how you managed to be stranded on Tol Ereb. Not many people go there or use the island for much. You could have been stranded there for years before anyone came across you."
"Our plane crashed," Michael spoke up. "We were on our way to America from Australia, when it just went down over the ocean. We were lucky the island was there, or we would have sunk to the bottom of the sea."
"Plane. You used this word before, but I have no knowledge of what it is." Imrahil looked puzzled and hoped they could explain this 'plane' to him. "Is it some sort of water craft?"
Michael exchanged a look with Sayid and the others. "An airplane. You know, a flying machine."
Imrahil shook his head. "You have flying machines?"
The room went silent.
Jin looked up at the hot sun overhead and wiped the sweat from his face. The reflection of the sun off of the water made him squint his eyes, and at first, he thought it had played tricks on him as well. Off in the distance, it looked like something was floating. A boat, perhaps? Was it the others returning?
Excited, he ran to where the others were and tried to convey what he had seen. He yelled excitedly to his wife and to the others.
"What is he saying?" Hurley asked, as he looked at Jack and Claire. Sun got as excited as her husband and wanted desperately to tell the others, but as her husband did not know that she spoke English, she forced herself to remain silent. They would find out soon enough.
"A BOAT!" Hurley yelled, as he saw what Jin was pointing to. "A RESCUE BOAT!"
Claire felt the excitement rush through her. Now she and her baby would be safe, and she could deliver in a hospital. Jack came up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. "The others must have found land and gotten help."
They all stood there, eyes squinted against the bright sunlight, and waited. After half an hour, it was apparent that there were several rescue boats coming for them.
Hurley walked over to the other side of the beach and began gathering his things. He could not wait to get to the mainland. He didn't have much, so it didn't take him long, and he was about to join the others, who were still watching the boats, when he looked out over the water. He saw some other boats coming from the other direction. "Two rescue parties?" he asked himself. He shrugged and waited to see who would get to them first.
Gothmog eyed the island where he had been told to go. The pregnant woman was what he sought. Anyone else he was told he could do whatever with, but the pregnant girl was to be taken back to Saruman. "Row, you good for nothing Orcs!" he bellowed, as he saw the humans waiting on the beach. "Like pigs to a slaughter," he growled as he began to row faster...