Lost in Middle Earth Chapter 7
LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 7 (A LOST/LOTR Crossover story)
Author Artino2
Beta: Meredith (Thanks so much!)
rated: Nc-17
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 wont have polar bears(they could be albino wargs though?) and no crazy lady on the island either.
"Is she alright?" Kate asked, as Jack pulled the blankets back up around Claire's shoulder. The woman had cried herself back to sleep after Jack had examined her.
He put his finger up to his lips and motioned for Kate to follow him from the room. He knew that Sun would watch over Claire and come for him if he were needed again.
Kate followed Jack into her room, next door to Claire's. "Is the baby alright?"
Jack nodded. "From what I can tell, the baby is fine. She just had a nightmare, which is not abnormal given the situation we are in. She needs a good night's rest and a few good meals, and she should be fine."
Kate sighed as she went over to the window. "It will be dawn soon. I wonder how long our host will allow us to stay here."
Jack went over to her. He wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but he held back. They had not known each other long enough for such intimacies. Instead, he put his hand on her shoulder. "I will speak with Imrahil about our futures here and see what he has in mind."
"Stop snoring, man," Michael said as he threw his shoe over at Hurley. He heard a loud "Ow!" and smiled as he settled back down to sleep. He was thankful Walt could sleep through anything. At least he would be well rested.
The door opened, and he looked up to see Charlie coming back to the room. He had left hours ago with no word as to where he was going. He watched as the man lay down on his bed and pulled the blankets over his head. He knew the guy had issues, but he wasn't sure just what they were. He was just about to settle back down when he heard Hurley fart. "Aw man!" he complained, as he pulled his own blanket over his head. Tomorrow he would ask for another room.
"You failed me!" Saruman bellowed at his uruks. "You good for nothing creatures will pay!" He waved his staff in their direction, and they all burnt to ashes. Uruks were supposed to be smart yet they failed and came back to tell him they had failed. Not very smart after all.
He went over to his palantir and gazed into the orb. "Sauron, we need to talk."
After a few moments, the orb glowed, and the large fiery eye of Sauron appeared. "What do you want?" an evil raspy voice called out inside Saruman's head.
"I have learned some rather interesting news. Apparently, someone with greater power than yourself is in this world again."
Sauron glowed with rage as he took in the Istari's words. "You betray me, and you will die."
"Idle threats," Saruman said, "but if you help me bring him into this world, we may be able to rule it together."
"I am listening," Sauron hissed. "What is it you want me to do?"
"I need you to command every Orc in Mordor to help bring a woman to me. She is carrying, deep in her womb, the very evil that could destroy us. If we can get her and take this child, we can raise him to do our bidding, make him our servant. Otherwise, the palantir has revealed to me that he will take over all of Middle Earth and we will serve no purpose to him."
"Who is that powerful?" Sauron demanded to know.
Saruman frowned and said simply, "Morgoth reborn."
Imrahil was up early. He liked the peace and quiet of the dawn before the servants were up rushing about. He made his own tea and sit at the dining room table and plan out his day's activities. Most days of late had been filled with worry, and today was no different, other than to add the strangers to his growing list of concerns.
He sipped his tea in silence until he heard small footsteps on the tiled floor coming closer. He looked over with interest to see who was up at this hour. "Come out; I know that you are there.
He waited to see if the intruder would listen, and he watched as the slim blonde woman walked into the room. "I couldn't sleep," Shannon said, as she came over to sit at the table.
Imrahil could not help but notice that she was still wearing the same clothes from the night before, even though appropriate dress had been given to her. "Would you like some tea?"
Shannon nodded and flashed the man a smile. The same smile that had made many men give in to her every whim. She doubted this one would be any different. "All of this Middle Earth stuff has been hard to accept," she said, as he poured her some tea. "What will we do? Where will we live? How will I survive?"
Imrahil looked at the woman. "I could arrange housing in the village, or you could travel to Minas Tirith and stay there. I am sure Lord Denethor could find you all some work."
"Work?" Shannon almost choked on her tea. "I have never held a job in my life."
He could not believe her lack of manners. "You should be grateful that you are receiving help," he said forcefully. "Many people live in squalor off in smaller villages. Farmers, Wild men, you could always go and live with them."
"I could stay here," Shannon stated and waited to see what he would do. She let her foot hit against his under the table and ran her toes up his leg. "I like it here. You have servants, so obviously you are a man of importance. I could... take care of you."
Imrahil almost choked on his own tea when he felt her foot on his leg. "I am sorry, my Lady, but I must tend to my men and see that they have been given today's orders." He hurriedly rushed from the room, anxious to be away from the brazen harlot who had just propositioned him.
Shannon sighed and set her head down on the table. She had to figure out a way to get some halfway decent man in this world to take care of her.