Lost in Middle Earth Chapter 8
LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 8 (A LOST/LOTR Crossover story)
Author Artino2
Beta: Meredith (Thanks you 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.
Imrahil had retreated to his office, to escape the unwanted advances of Shannon. He understood that she was from a different world, but her actions were not welcome here in his. He had picked up a paper and begun reading it, when a knock sounded at his door. For a moment he considered jumping out of the window, then he realized it was on the third floor. "Who is it?" he called out rather gruffly, hoping that if it were the blonde woman, she would go away.
"My Lord, it is I, Faramir."
Imrahil breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Come in Faramir."
Faramir opened the door and walked inside, noticing the man's face. "Is something wrong?"
Imrahil shook his head. "What can I do for you?"
"My father has sent word that the foreigners are to be brought to Minas Tirith immediately. He thinks it is best to keep them there until something can be figured out about their current situation."
Imrahil nodded. He was intrigued by some of them but would be happier when they had left his house. "We will notify them at breakfast."
Faramir took his leave. He would also accompany them to Minas Tirith, so he went to gather his things. He wanted to leave soon after they had eaten.
Hurley finished his breakfast. Then he turned and finished what Charlie had left on his plate. The man had excused himself soon after learning that they would be leaving for another city. "These eggs are good after eating only fish for so many days."
"How far away is this Minas Tirith?" Shannon asked. "And how exactly will we be traveling there?"
"It is not far, and we shall either walk or go on horseback, depending on what you all prefer. Do any of you ride?" Faramir looked from one to the other as he looked from one to the other as he waited for their reply. "I have ridden horses all my life," Shannon said. "Boone here has as well."
Sawyer flung a spoonfull of his scrambled eggs towards Sayid and turned when the question was asked. "I can ride Freckles here, err... I mean ride with her."
Kate shot him a dirty look, as did Jack before he turned to the others. "I have never ridden a horse in my life," he admitted, "but I could give it a try."
"What about Claire?" Kate asked. "Can she ride in her condition?"
Jack looked at the very pregnant woman sitting to his left and shook his head. "I would not recommend it. She is too far along, and besides it being uncomfortable for her, it could bring on her labor."
"We could arrange a wagon for the woman and anyone else not wanting to ride," Imrahil spoke up. He turned and whispered to his advisor who left to see to the arrangements.
The rest of breakfast was uneventful; everyone was apprehensive about leaving the safety of the large castle. "Do you think any of those monsters will be waiting out there to eat us?" Walt asked.
Everyone at the table stopped eating and looked at the young boy. "Of course not, Walt," Michael said, as he handed his plate to the servant that was cleaning up. "I am sure it will be a safe journey." He looked at Faramir, hoping to see any sign in the man's face that his words were true. He tried not to let it show when he saw the man lower his gaze, avoiding the question entirely.
"We should get ready to leave," Faramir said as he stood up. "I will await you all in the courtyard." He left the room, and the others began leaving to go back to their rooms. They had little to pack; only what they had managed to take with them from the island.
Charlie rummaged through cabinets gathering up as much of the morphine and other drugs as he could find. They had said the journey would last a few days, and he had no plans to go through withdrawal on the way. After finding what he needed, he left the healing quarters and hurried to join the others outside.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Jack said to Imrahil, as he helped Claire get into the wooden wagon that had been provided. The pregnant woman sat down next to Sun and Walt on the pillows and blankets that had been arranged for her comfort.
"I wish you all a safe journey to Minas Tirith."
Kate mounted up on her horse and found it exciting to be back in a saddle. She had loved riding horses, although it had been awhile since her last time. She looked over and saw Jack mount his horse. She had to laugh at the look on his face and rode over next to him. "Don't let her know you are afraid of her," she said, as she showed him how to hold the reins.
Hurley and Charlie climbed up onto the seat of the wagon next to one of the men from Faramir's group. The others all prepared to leave and soon they were on their way to Minas Tirith.
They rode all morning and well into the afternoon. Faramir could see that they were already weary, and several had begun complaining. "We will stop for the night here." He knew the upcoming trail would be more difficult on them. He figured it best to make an early day of it and continue fresh in the morning.
"Should I hunt for food?" Locke asked, excited to be back out in the wild. The castle had been nice, but the outdoors called to him more.
"You can go with Obinen and Honre to hunt if you would like," Faramir said as he motioned to two of his men who were readying their bows.
Locke nodded and went off to discuss hunting with the men. Jack went over to the wagon and helped Claire down. "I need to stretch my legs," she told him as she wobbled over to where some others were beginning to build a fire. Charlie was there, and she tried talking to him, but he mumbled some excuse and walked off into the trees. She did not know what was wrong with him, and it worried her. The baby kicked, and she cried out from the force of it.
Faramir looked over at her, "Are you alright, my Lady?"
"Yes," Claire said, a bit embarrassed. "The baby just kicked pretty hard."
"When are you due?"
"I'm not quite sure anymore. I lost track of how long we were on the island. The days just seem to run into each other. Jack says I am not far from delivering though. I hope we reach a hospital before the baby is ready."
"We have good healing houses in Minas Tirith," Faramir told her. "I am certain you will be in good hands."
Claire hoped he was right. This pregnancy just did not seem right to her. She had never really wanted this baby, and now, since coming here to this strange world, she had felt a sense of foreboding come over her every time she thought about him. Him. Every ounce of her being knew that it was boy. She did not know why. It was just one of those things. She had chalked it up to a mother's intuition, but she felt it was more than that.
"I never did like camping," Shannon complained, as she swatted at a flying insect.
"It is never too late to learn something new, Shannon," Sayid laughed, as he helped roll out the sleeping blankets.
"Speak for yourself," she snapped back. She looked around for Boone. When she saw him, she went over to him. "Can't you find us someplace better to sleep than on the ground with dirty blankets?"
Boone sighed. Shannon was never satisfied. "Where, Shannon? I doubt they have a Hilton Hotel anywhere around here."
Shannon stalked off to find someone else to complain to. She would never like this world if the men in it didn't start treating her better. Even the island was better compared to sleeping on cold hard ground. At least the sand had been soft.
"It is not that bad," Boone said as he followed her. "And you had best not go walking off into the wild by yourself. We have no idea what is out there."
Shannon knew Boone was right, but she would never let him know it. "I can take care of myself," she spat and then stomped off into the forest.