Title: Doubts
Author: Cheska
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and/or Sailor Moon. These belong to their respective owners.
Author's Note: Yup! Here I am and this time to try and write a Lotr/SM story. Fair warning to you all, it will follow along the book and not the movie. Furthermore, concerning Sailor Moon it won't truly follow her storyline. For the trilogy however, the story will revolve around there and I won't change much of everything only bits and pieces. I'll try and keep it real, at least as much as I can.
As for the pairing? *thinks about it* Legolas/Serena. Hmm, yes I'll use Serena or Serenity for this fanfic.
Pardon the error of the accent marks on places it should be placed at, there was no real time for me to place them there.
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Hobbits were a merry folk who dressed in lively colors. They enjoyed the peace and quiet and took pleasure in the well-farmed countryside, and are very orderly. Furthermore, they were seen as the shy type and as time progressed on, they became harder to find in Middle-earth since they were skilled in the art of being quick footed as well as the possessors of sharp hearing. Their homes were chosen to be built in holes on the ground because it is believed that they were very much in tune with the earth. And the richest would manage to get low, long, and comfortable 'smials' as they called it. Hobbits, although quite shy, were perceived to be quite friendly with those who they knew very well. Talkative and had an infatuation with eating, smoking pipe-weed, and, of course, knowing their relations with their family tree.
Amongst the Hobbits, was Bilbo Baggins a man of renowned wealth and friendly disposition. He was as ordinary as they come yet he also possessed a unique manner about him. It was during the time around early April in the year 1341 Shire-reckoning or 2941 of the Third Age when a wise wizard named Gandalf the Grey appeared with 13 dwarves in front of Bilbo Baggins' front porch. Ever since that point arrived, a change overcame the simple hobbit. For during his time away from Bag End, that an adventure that he did not wish, appeared. He fought against Orcs and a dragon that guarded a vast amount of treasure under a mountain. From there he had created new friends but lost old ones in return like Thorin, a descendent of kings of the dwarves, during a fierce battle against Five Armies. Along the way, it just so happened that Bilbo Baggins would make history amongst the great races as a hero and as a good friend. He would also just happen to, by chance and out of luck, find the greatest and most powerful ring of the time…a ring that would forever change history through its great but dangerous power.
The One Ring.
Ever since his time away from Bag End, Bilbo Baggins came across it while lost in an Orc-mine. A ring that could make you invisible to the naked eye and one that is connected to Sauron himself. With the finding of the One Ring, Bilbo Baggins kept it for himself and throughout his journey; it had saved him many times. After the adventure, he had returned to Bag End where he dwelled since then until a new opportunity would arise.
It is said that from his years in Hobbiton, guests would arrive from all around Middle-earth, mostly dwarves who would journey to his place where tea would be served and old tales of old would be re-told much to their own enjoyment. From time to time, the old wizard named Gandalf would also come by for a word or two. As the years passed on, nothing changed except for the fact that more people dwelled on Middle-earth alongside with the passing of time. Amongst those who rose up in the world was another hobbit born from the Baggins family, named Frodo. Frodo, born in the year 2968 of the Third Age, and became the favorite nephew of Bilbo Baggins and so when he was of age had convinced Frodo to live with him in Bag End to which the young boy consented with a light heart. From that point on, Frodo had managed to learn a lot about his dear old Uncle Bilbo like his adventures although some were a bit shady in certain areas. However as time progressed, Frodo soon learned the whole truth. He understood as well, why the dear old man wouldn't be willing to put the whole story in the book he was making There and Back Again and was certain to keep the secret for himself as well, especially about the ring that Bilbo Baggins carried with him at all times.
Then as time passed by, an alteration in their lives came on the year 3001 of the Third Age when Bilbo Baggins' one hundred and eleventh birthday where a fairly large party occurred and all family and hobbits assembled. However, the big difference wasn't only with the celebration of a dear old hobbit, no it was the fact that he would be leaving Bag End behind to travel once more. Leaving Frodo the ring, in which he inherited, as well as his home and wealth. Besides that, it seemed that with the passing of the ring came a new responsibility. A duty that the young hobbit cared not to have by being the ring-bearer for a group known as the Fellowship of the Ring. This occurred during their escapade when three hobbits set out for Rivendell and attended the Council of Elrond. From here, a series of events took place, events that would forever ensnare each of their minds from the things they have witnessed and seen.
And it was also from this point that another change would take place.
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A lone figure, shrouded in darkness was standing alone in the center of darkness. Only a faint light could be seen that was illuminating the vast amount of space. From the light alone, a small familiar melody was heard playing before the figure closed its hand around the light and brought it close to its soul.
"This light…this song…"
As the figure uttered these words softly, the light within its hand illuminated with bright radiance that enveloped the figure momentarily before all together disappearing only to be replaced with the familiar faint white glow that now hovered up to it. Before the figure, it showed the picture of the familiar planet called Earth.
"Earth..."
As soon as the figure said those words, voice soft and a bit sad, the picture slowly dissolved before showing a map and then closing into a certain part of the area. Flittering images waving by as rivers flashed, the murky sky, clouds, various birds and trees of all types, people of all sorts of backgrounds, old structural buildings of olden times and mountains that loomed over the horizons. All of these, the light viewed to the figure and then rested upon a picture of a young man. At first the person thought that it was a young boy but realized after awhile that it wasn't, it was actually a young man but from a different race. With him, were a group and he alone carried a treasured object: a ring that pulsed hidden power.
"Why would you show me a ring and group of people? Are they important to this world?"
The uttered words brought no answer as the light brightened up, illuminating the vast space although not completely before dying out all together to show another image to the shrouded figure in the darkness.
This time it viewed the map once more before closing in on a land that had a large structural stronghold that would be used for military defense. It showed all aspects of the land and then the stronghold itself before closing in on a particular spot near the topmost tower. Inside, it viewed a man that emanated great power that sent a particular chill through the figure's spine.
"Evil, I sense great evil…he must be defeated. I haven't felt that since…" the figure's voice trailed off before shaking its head, "Please continue. You tell me that I shouldn't jump ahead of myself and defeat the evil that now resides there. So what must I do?"
Once more the light burst forth and showed the gathered group of people and of the ring before flittering back to the tower and the man that resided in there.
"I understand. It seems my duty to Earth has still not been completed, even after all these years…" sighed the figure before clutching the light into itself.
The light faintly glowed in response before wrapping it around in a light pink glow intertwined with silver before completely fading out to show the figure itself. It was a young woman with long blonde-almost silvery white hair done in meatballs or odangoes. Her complexion was slightly pale as the moon itself and her crystalline blue eyes held ageless wisdom from all the years she had spent isolated and alone within the darkness of space itself. Her clothing revealed that she wore a long white strapless gown with butterfly wings on the back and in her right hand, she held a small wand with a crescent moon at the tip. At her left was where the glowing originated from, for there she held a crystal jewel and as the light died down she carefully placed it inside her wand before taking one last look around the empty vast of space. In the distance, she set her eyes at a faint glittering dot that twinkled merrily of blue.
"Earth…back to Earth…to which I have sworn to protect," she faintly whispered before vanishing in gold and silver sparks.
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When she reappeared, she wasn't faced with the bright sun's rays nor the cool rush of the wind. Instead, the young woman who appeared to be in her early 20s was encountered darkness with the only light coming from the flames of a nearby torch. She was in a dank, dark corridor that crowded around her form. Uncomfortable, unwelcoming, and dared not bring the faintest hint that anyone would be safe in this stone cold edifice.
As the woman took a few steps forward to a wooden door, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine making her gasp in shock and stop in her place. Immediately she heard a series of voices pounce into her head, trying to make her open and reveal all her fears and darkest secrets. However, she immediately closed herself off and glanced all around her only to find no one by her side. At that moment, she knew that whatever lay beyond the door in front of her was someone she shouldn't mess around with.
Bracing herself, she strode forward and pushed the door open. Preparing for whatever lay ahead.
Inside, a man of renowned strength and intimidating front faced her. He sat in a high back chair beside a warm fire, although the room itself didn't seem to be affected at the slightest. A mask and a helmet covered his face, but piercing red eyes shined from behind the metal object. His gloved hands and armor also didn't escape her notice and she knew that he was truly a man of mystery. This only spurred her curiosity and she was determined to find out the true source behind the one that was now waging war on Middle-earth.
"A man of mystery and yet not…I have heard of you several times during the course of history and I find it quite intriguing that you should try once more to gain power toward Middle-earth," the woman lightly conversed as she strode inside.
Getting no response, she thoroughly planted herself in the middle of the room between the door and the man in front of him who hadn't even acknowledged her as he gazed at a map before him that showed all of Middle-earth and beside him was a stone that radiated hidden power.
"From what I remember you had tried to rule once during the Second Age. You had your plot of land from which you would rule, a place like…this. Mordor, I believe it is called…and in it is Barad-dur….where we are at. You had seduced, conquered, and made others fear you. You even helped with the creation of the Three Rings of Power…with the One Ring being the strongest and most feared. However, despite your possession of this ring you were overthrown. You were defeated and Isildur took your ring of power, later becoming lost over the years until you stirred once more. And now, here you are…and soon you shall be defeated, unless…" the young woman trailed off after finding that the man before him became conscious of her words with her re-telling of his tale.
"The Third Age has come and once more you have awakened with the knowledge of who has the One Ring. The Ringwraiths have come back; you have even created alliances with several or had them created to serve you. I must say, gaining confidence within Saruman to become one of you is a great achievement. More so when you had managed to get Theoden, the King of Edoras, to be under your influence through Saruman's lackey…" she continued on, taking care to watch his reaction.
It was at this point, she knew he had gotten her attention as he listened to her words over just how much she knew of his plans and intentions.
"Amusing isn't it at how much information I have gained without your knowledge? You must be wondering at exactly who I am and just what it is that I want from you? Thinking if I had a death wish to stride up within your stronghold without the arousal of your minions, without even your awareness of my presence until I had breached your corridor. And now, here I am within the same room as yourself and telling you what I know so far."
"I know more about you and I know even more about those Hobbits and the Fellowship of the Ring. There are three hobbits: Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, a golden haired prince elf from Mirkwood named Legolas, a dwarf that is related to Gloin name Gimli, which had, years back journeyed with a ring bearer, a steward of Gondor named Boromir, and two others. Two of which you should know quite well indeed, one named Gandalf the Grey or also known as the Grey Pilgrim and Mithrandir. The other is known as Strider and that much I shall tell you, or should I also reveal his name as Aragorn?" the woman tapped her chin thoughtfully at considering the amount she had revealed thus far.
The man still refused to say nothing but the intensity of his eyes seemed to alight with fire as she continued to observe his reactions. With the telling of knowing their names of the company that would seek out what they could to go against him, it had stirred the emotions of his 'heart'. His eyes alone told all that she had to know and assured her that she would be allowed to have safety within his presence for the time being as long as she had information to reveal to him and for this she was grateful for. Taking a few steps forward she stepped up to him and flicked back her silvery-gold mane of hair before letting a small smile adorn her face.
"I've only given you a taste of how much I know so far without actually having to interact, with this lot nor with you. Think about how much more I can offer you, if given the chance of course…" the woman commented.
"And what makes you think that you can do a better job than my people?" the man inquired with skepticism. However, despite his rough words she could tell that he didn't even mean it, it was all a cover-up to figure how much she was willing to risk but she knew better than that and would not and refuses to back down from her intentions. Instead, she let another small smile cover her face as she glanced at him briefly before staring at the open door.
"I think I can do a better job than those lots. Orcs, Ringwraiths, even those Nazgul, or whatever dark creatures you possess. I also doubt that those you have convinced would do a good job in trying to get what you want. I propose a deal, care to hear it?" at her words she turned her back fully against him and thrust out her hand and with a small utterance of words that were powered behind the power of Uranus the door shut itself of its own accord before turning back to acknowledge what the man's answer would be to her question.
"Proceed," the man leaned against his high back chair and cast aside the map of Middle-earth, taking care now to hear her proposal.
"Let me be the one to lure them to be within your grasp. I shall break up the Fellowship and with that, you shall stand a fare chance against them. Together, they are strong and divided they are weak. Allow me the chance to serve you, my lord…" she bowed low before him, exposing the back of her neck as her hair fell over her shoulders in the process.
(It has been years since I have last bowed before a person. What an interesting predicament that I'm in at this day and age…) she thought with a bemused smile as she dared to look up and saw the sparkling red eyes of her 'master'.
"You're saying that you're willing to go down to them and act as their ally? To be a spy?"
"Exactly, that is…if you're willing to let me take command."
He refused to say anything and so she took the time to explain her plans.
"I will tell you, give you hints on when to strike and when to hold back. At certain intervals, there shall be moments on when to attack and when not to. Just follow my footsteps and I shall show you…" she smirked at him.
"And what makes you think I can trust you? I could very well kill you here and now and none would be the wiser…" he mocked glared at her, his anger clearly showing at how lightly she had spoken to him without even taking care of her words of respect.
"You could, but how much have you managed to gain at this moment? At this very moment, that group will have come and soon destroy you. Especially with Mithrandir traveling amongst them…no, correction. Mithrandir is no longer amongst them," she uttered softly as she turned her head aside.
"The wizard isn't with them now? And how do you know this?"
"I have my secrets but seeing as you have no wish for my services, I shall take my leave…" at her words, she turned her back and began to journey towards the closed door.
"Hmmm, very well let's see how well you serve me…girl,"
"Girl? If we shall be working together, take care upon saying my name, My Lord…" she bowed mockingly toward him much to his amusement before raising herself up.
"And what is your name?"
"Very well then, Sauron, servant of Morgoth…bringer of the downfall of Numenor…" her eyes twinkled in more amusement at the intensity his eyes brought to her. Shock could clearly be seen through their depths for very few people now could recall that much history to him and from the expression on her face, he also knew that she knew more than she let on.
"My name is…Cosmos, Guardian of the Stars and Space."
"And you will be revealing yourself to them with such a title and name?" he questioned.
"Of course not, my Lord. I am also known by many names. Allow myself to continue, if you will. I am also known as Neo-Queen Serenity of Crystal Tokyo, Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom, Serena Tsukino of 21st Century Tokyo, Japan. Although, with these names….it isn't fit for Middle-earth, is it? Therefore, another addition shall be created for my various names…suitable for the elves and men alike…"
"That is…?" from his eyes alone and the way he held himself through his armor, the young woman could clearly tell that he was filled with great curiosity and bewilderment at just exactly who she is and was. Her names alone and titles that she carried were enough to fill him with great curiosity and this played well with her to hold his interest.
"Serenity, just Serenity will do…"
"Neither of Middle-earth nor of the Elvin society, how quaint. What if they ask of you where you come from?"
"A traveler from a distant realm, of course."
Her eyes suddenly lighted up with a hidden intensity that commanded respect. Leaving no question to be dared asked within her presence. This created more confusion in Sauron's wake, never had he truly felt this way in the many years that he had spent living. Not even his own master made him feel this way and it greatly interested him, although a tinge of fear could be felt quaking within his bones. Rising up from his seat, he made his way to the stone that Serenity saw earlier on. He held it between his two hands and gazed inside it and in the process, she quietly and patiently waited for him to finish. As she gazed into the orb, she became enchanted with the strange object and drew closer.
(No, this item is not as it seems. Power, great power radiates from it, this shouldn't be used by normal creatures…it traps you unless one has a strong will and determination.) Realizing this, she drew back and suddenly understood something else. Sauron was trying to bring her towards the object…to become fascinated with it so she would touch the tool. In turn, she would become ensnared within his world. Smirking inwardly, she shook her head and tapped the desk tenderly realizing that the wood was not something made from anywhere within Middle-earth's land.
"If you believe that I would be fooled by that tool of yours, you're horribly mistaken. Therefore, I suggest you use it for more suitable prospects, such as Saruman…" she quipped and proceeded towards the door once more.
"It seems you have a strong will…and what are you planning in that head of yours, my dear?"
"As you know now, Mithrandir has fallen into the hands of a Balrog inside a cave…to be more precise, in an area within the cave where a bridge has fallen. The bridge of Khazad-dum, I believe, if my memory serves me correctly…"
"How, pray tell, do you know all of this…?"
"Ah, my lord…if you have heard me earlier it would have dawned on you. Cosmos is my name, a Guardian of the Stars…therefore, various powers come into my possession with wisdom and insight, amongst one of them."
"As I have said before, Mithrandir is the first to fall but he isn't dead as of yet. No, I believe he lives once more…barely…"
"Then I shall send one of my creatures after him to ensure my victory!" Sauron cried out.
"No, no…not yet, my Lord. Despite the fall of Mithrandir or Gandalf as I should learn to call him, he alone shouldn't be pursued at this point of time. You must go after the rest of the Fellowship until I make my presence known."
He remained silent after her words, not quite sure just what it was she was trying to tell him.
"They head off to Lothlorien to rest up for the time being and I know that it's not a place for you to tread through at the moment. Therefore, wait and see what will come to pass before coming against them. I shall tell you what will occur after their departure and then give you the signal on when to send your… 'creatures'. I believe Orcs will do fine against the Fellowship," Serenity suggested before opening the heavy wooden door and stepping through it.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Sauron raised himself up from his seat. He took a careful glance at the map and gave a grimace at what he saw. Narrowing his reddish eyes, he noticed that the fair city of Lothlorien held rivers between it, and therefore noticed that the Fellowship would most likely travel by water.
"My men shall be waiting for you…dear hobbits," he sneered before taking out a dagger from his pouch and slamming it in the heart of Lothlorien.
To be continued…
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Hehehe…so how did you like that so far? It's been awhile since I have written a fanfic. Okay, well maybe if you count a few months…or weeks.