LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 9 (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.
Shannon was lost in her own little world, making a list about how many things she hated here. "I can't believe they expect me to live this way," she fumed as she stopped for a moment. She looked around the woods at the large trees and overgrown weeds. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had not paid much attention to where she was going. "Great," she said as she turned around. "Boone will get such a kick out of me being lost in the woods." She would not give him the satisfaction of calling out for help like some helpless female in distress. She would not do it.
Instead, she tried to walk back in the direction she thought she had come from. Time seemed to drag on, and she noticed the sky was darkening, making the woods seem creepier then they had earlier. She felt a panic attack coming on, despite trying to reason with herself that she was safe.
A branch snapped somewhere in the woods to her left, and she thought about the monsters the others had talked about. "Hello?" she managed to squeak. Another snapping branch sounded to her right.
Her eyes wide with terror now, she started to run, not caring which direction she went in as long as it was away from whatever was out there.
She felt strong arms grab her, a hand covering her mouth to keep her from calling out. Shannon struggled to free herself but there was no hope. Her captor was far stronger than she was.
After a moment, she stopped struggling and dropped to the ground. The woods were very dark now, and only the moonlight above the trees cast a faint glow. She looked up to see who had attacked her.
What she could make out was that there were several of them. Men. Dirty, stinky, ugly men. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she spat at them. "How dare you touch me like that."
The Wildman looked at the blonde women he had caught and grinned. "Looks like we will have fun tonight boys," he growled as he reached down and grabbed Shannon, tossing her over his shoulder.
She started to beat on his back and scream, but a swift punch to her head knocked her out.
"She should have been back by now," Boone yelled at Faramir, who was already upset that the woman had walked off alone in the first place.
"Has she no common sense?"
Boone shook his head in answer. "No, she doesn't. She was mad though and needed to go walk alone to cool off. She hasn't adjusted well to being here." Boone couldn't believe he was defending her carelessness. Still, as much as she got on his nerves, he loved her.
Faramir called several of his men over to him and explained the situation to them. They left immediately to look for her.
"What is going on?" Sayid said as he saw the men rush off. Boone told him that Shannon had not come back from her walk. Others, overhearing the conversation, gathered around.
"She will be alright," Boone said. "Shannon is always alright. She can get herself into some crazy situations, but she is always ok in the end." He ran his hand nervously through his brown hair, a habit he had started as a child.
"Should we help in the search?" Kate asked.
Faramir looked at the woman and then at the other men. "I think my men are more capable in handling the search. They know the area and the dangers that lie out there."
"What dangers?" Boone wanted to know. "Besides those monsters on the island, what else is out there? Wolves?"
Faramir studied the naïve young man. "There are far greater evils in this world besides orcs. There are wargs roaming in packs; there are groups of wild men that live in the hills and the surrounding woods. There is always danger lurking if one is not on his guard. The woman was foolish for wandering off."
Boone made to move towards the man for insulting Shannon, but Sayid stopped him. "He only speaks the truth, Boone. Shannon should never have left the campsite."
Boone knew Sayid was right. Faramir walked off towards the fire to see if there had been any news from his men. Some had returned from their hunting trip.
"We found tracks from the Wildmen," one reported to his captain. "We had best be on guard tonight."
Faramir knew that was not good news. Wildmen often kidnapped women from villages to use as their slaves and to mate with them. He only hoped the sassy blonde woman would not come to that fate. It was something he would never wish on anyone.
Claire huddled close to the fire. No matter how hot the fire burned, it could not chase away the crisp night air that tried to make its way into her body. Every inch of her ached terribly, and she was frightened. Shannon was missing, and she had overheard the dangers that were in the woods.
She ran her hand over her swollen stomach. It was all her fault that these people were here. Her baby somehow had caused it, she was sure. That was what the psychic had tried to warn her about. There was something different about her baby. She had no idea what, but it filled her with dread.