LOST! In Middle Earth chapter 10 (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.
"Are you certain that you checked all the surrounding area?" Faramir asked his men.
"Yes, Captain Faramir," the one man answered. "We searched but found no sign of the lady."
This was not good news. "She could not have disappeared," he muttered. But he knew he was wrong. She could disappear. Many women disappeared right out of their homes, kidnapped by Wildmen, orcs, or whatever other dark foe hid in the shadows of this. He looked over to where the woman's brother sat by the fire. He would not take this news lightly. He had started walking towards him when another one of his men rushed to his side. "Captain," he said, with much urgency.
"Yes?"
"We found this," he said holding up a piece of cloth, "clinging to some of the underbrush about half a mile from here."
Faramir looked at the piece of material. It was part of the clothing the woman had worn when she left earlier. The tattered and torn piece of cloth was like nothing he had ever seen in Middle Earth. The intricate floral pattern with its bright colors and smooth texture was as foreign to him as the very woman who had worn it.
Boone saw something was going on, and he hurried over to Faramir. He saw the piece of torn material in his hand and looked at the man. "That is Shannon's." He waited to see if Faramir would provide any other information, but he did not.
"I'm going out looking for her," Boone said, as he started off towards the darkened woods. Faramir reached out to stop him. "It would be your death if you walk into those woods tonight."
"I can't just stay here and do nothing!" Boone yelled, desperate to find his sister.
Sayid came over and placed his hand on Boone's shoulder. "We will all search for her at first light."
Boone knew they were right, but it did not soothe him. The only thing that would calm him would be for Shannon to walk into camp unharmed, and he knew that was not likely to happen.
"You're a pretty young thing aren't ya," the man said, his face so close to Shannon that she could smell his rotting teeth.
"Don't touch me!" she growled at him.
A slap to her face shut her up quickly, and she could taste blood in her mouth.
"I will do with you as I please," the man said. The others in the makeshift camp grinned and went about starting a fire. "You will be our entertainment. If you do well, you will eat. If not, you will die."
Shannon shivered at his words. She could tell he meant what he said. Entertainment. She dared not think what he meant by that. She counted the men. There were eight of them. "Please, let me go," she whimpered.
When they ignored her, she tried to reason with them. "My brother and the others will come for me, you know. They will make you all pay for being mean to me. Do you have any idea who I am? My mother runs a big company and is worth millions. You can not treat me like this!"
One of the men came over to her and pulled out his knife. Shannon shut up quickly and watched as he brought the tip of it to her throat. "Shut your mouth, whore."
Shannon trembled and felt the tip of the knife on her skin. Frightened tears began to form in her eyes from fright. The man could see her fear and grinned even more. He took the knife and ran it down along her neckline to her chest. He used just enough pressure to make it hurt but not enough to really cut her. "You're a pretty thing," he growled as he reached out and roughly grabbed her breast with his hand.
Shannon screamed. She continued screaming until something hit her, and then all went black.
Boone found the man he was looking for. Locke had come back from the hunting party earlier, but he had not been able to get him alone. Now, he pulled him off to the side. "I need your help."
Locke looked at him. He had heard about the woman who was missing. "What can I do?"
"Take me into the woods. I need to go and look for Shannon."
Locke considered his proposal. "It is dangerous," he began. "I saw footprints of several creatures I did not know existed."
"I don't care how dangerous it is. I need to find her."
Locke looked over to where Faramir and the others were huddled by the fire. The night air had turned chilly, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl under a warm blanket and rest. But he knew he would not be able to. Not when the woman was missing. "I will help you."
Boone breathed a small sigh of relief. Finally, he had someone willing to help him.
Locke held tightly to the long knife that one of Faramir's men had given him. He had used it earlier to gut a deer, and now he hoped he would not have to use it on any man or beast that had taken the girl. Still, if it came down to it, he knew he had the ability to use it. "Follow me," he said, as he slipped quietly into the darkened woods.
Boone took a quick look around and then disappeared into the night with Locke.