I've returned with a brand spanking new Stargate SG-1 fic!...well...it's a crossover really with Lord of the Rings. The idea came from Carter13, so thanks for the idea. This is the Fellowship of the Rings part. I am working out ideas for Two Towers and RotK; if you have any let me know.
!Also! This is a Sam/Legolas story. If you don't like that pairing, then stop reading right here. I personally think they'd make an awesome couple, but that's just me.
I shall stop rambling and get to the disclaimer which is I own neither Stargate SG-1 or LOTR or any affiliated characters, etc. Wish I did though...but I don't...
Colonel Jack O'Neill, leader of SG-1, stepped through the Stargate and emerged on a heavily forested planet. The rest of his team, the newly promoted Major Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c, followed behind him. The four members glanced around the forest, only trees rustling in the wind.
"And yet we have more trees," Jack grumbled.
Teal'c ignored Jack's complaining. "Of course there are trees. How else would we breathe?" Daniel asked.
"Oxygen tanks," Jack replied, stepping away from the Gate. The others followed.
"Then we'd scare whoever we encounter," the archaeologist countered.
Sam rolled her eyes at their banter. "I'm not picking up any signs of technology or anything that could indicate an advanced civilization," she cut in.
"So we go down the Yellow Brick Road," Jack decided, making his own path through the forest. His teammates followed, their eyes and ears open for any threatening sounds or signs of life.
After nearly an hour of walking around, they came to a halt in a smallish clearing. "Apparently there's no Emerald City down this road," Daniel muttered.
"Our check-in with the SGC is in a little over an hour. We should start heading back," Sam advised.
As Jack opened his mouth to give the order back, an arrow grazed his left arm. "Cover!" he bellowed, dropping to the ground. His team dropped down as more arrows began flying from all directions. He pulled the safety off of his gun and began returning fire in one direction while Teal'c and Sam covered two different directions.
"What the…" Sam muttered as several grotesque figures emerged from the trees.
"Defend now! Analyze later!" Jack snapped, changing clips.
"We need to make a run for it!" Daniel shouted.
Jack cleared the safety off his gun and began firing. "Daniel, Teal'c, go!" The two ran back towards the Stargate. "Carter! Move it!" Jack ordered. They fired off a few more shots and ran after Daniel and Teal'c. The four began leapfrogging back towards the Stargate, Jack and Sam holding off the creatures while Daniel and Teal'c ran several meters. Then Daniel and Teal'c would lay down cover fire and Sam and Jack would run several meters past them.
Sam looked up ahead and saw the Stargate through the trees, barely twenty meters away. Daniel ran for the DHD. The blonde Major tossed her empty clip to the ground and started to put a full magazine in when something ripped into her lower back. She let out a gasp and a cry of pain, a small bit of blood dripping from her mouth. She dropped to her knees as Jack whirled around. "CARTER!"
Teal'c turned and saw Sam fall to the ground, a crude arrow jutting up from her back. The Jaffa ran to his fallen friend, managing to beat Jack there. Several arrows whizzed by their heads. "We must leave!" Teal'c shouted.
"Not without her!" Jack returned.
Teal'c looked down at the blonde. "She is dead O'Neill! We must go!" he shouted, grabbing the Colonel. He hauled the Air Force officer to the Gate as Daniel finished sending the GDO code through. The three men ran through.
"Shut the iris!" Jack ordered. The metal shield scraped closed behind them as Hammond came into the Gate Room. They could hear metal pings behind them, each men hoping it wasn't Sam.
"Where's Major Carter?" the General demanded.
"Major Carter has fallen in battle," Teal'c said. "An arrow struck her in the back and she fell to the ground."
"That doesn't mean she's dead," Daniel said.
"I did not see her breathing Daniel Jackson."
"We go back as soon as the Gate's clear," Jack said. Hammond nodded. They went up to the Control Room and the Gate technician, Walter, dialed the address. Everyone looked on the monitors and saw that the MALP had been tipped over.
"Can you move the camera?" Hammond asked.
"Let me try it," Walter said. He tapped some keys and the camera panned around the area, showing that it was still crawling with the grotesque creatures. It wasn't until an hour and a half later that the area was clear.
"Permission to go back sir?" Jack asked. Hammond nodded and the three men ran down to the Gate Room and ran through the Event Horizon. They cautiously made their way to where Sam had fallen. "This is where she fell," Jack said, looking at the leaf-covered ground in front of him.
Teal'c knelt down and brushed his hand over something that was staining a large amount of the leaves and ground. He looked at his hand and saw it was red. "This appears to be blood," he said.
Daniel saw something glinting in the sparse sunlight. He picked it up and held it in his hand. "Sam's dog tags," he said softly. The other two looked at the blood spattered metal tags. "She could still be alive," Daniel said hopefully.
"That is doubtful Daniel Jackson," Teal'c replied gravely. "No human or Jaffa could survive losing this much blood."
"Then where's her body?" Jack demanded. A savage cry met their ears.
"We should depart immediately," Teal'c advised. "There is nothing more we can do here," he added.
"Let's go," Jack sighed. The three men returned to the DHD and redialed Earth. Daniel sent the code through and they went home, defeated.
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Sam struggled to open her eyes but they would not obey her, nor would her limbs. Her back and abdomen burned in pain even though she knew she was lying still. "How can she still be alive?" she heard a soft, almost musical voice ask.
"I am not certain," an older and wiser voice replied. "But I have a strange feeling she may be important to Middle Earth in the future."
"How can you be sure?" a third, clear and strong voice inquired.
"I cannot be certain, but why else would I have a vision of her needing our help?" the second voice returned. A weathered, calloused hand rested on Sam's forehead. "I know you are awake child and can hear me. I know you are in pain, but that shall be gone soon. Just relax. This will hurt."
Sam wanted to ask him what he meant when the pain in her abdomen increased. A whimper escaped her throat. "Gandalf, it is hurting her too much," the first voice said in concern.
"If this wound is not healed and cleansed of the poison, she will die," Gandalf answered gravely.
Sam felt the pain increase even more and tears slipped from her closed eyes. A scream ripped itself from her throat as the pain became unbearable. A warm hand rested on her sweat-drenched forehead. Though it was calloused, Sam could feel its softness and knew the owner of the hand was kind and caring. The pain stopped after several minutes and Sam tried to calm her ragged breathing.
"It's over híril," the first voice said. (Lady)
Sam forced her eyes open and found herself staring up into the face of a beautiful young man with long blonde hair. His soft sky blue eyes looked at her, a small smile on his face. The sides of his hair were pulled away from his face and a few strands of his hair were in braids. A quiver of arrows poked up over his right shoulder along with a bow and a pair of long knives. He wore a dark green leather tunic under a silver shirt, a pair of dark leather bracers covering his forearms. He wore a pair of soft, very dark green leather pants and a pair of dark brown leather boots. A black leather belt was buckled around his waist. What stood out to Sam, though, were his ears, which came to a point at the tips.
Next to the blonde man was an older looking man with a stubble of a beard and chin length hair. He was all but dressed in black. Next to him was the eldest looking of the three. He wore long gray robes and a gray hat. His hair, which was also gray, hung down his back. A longish gray beard decorated his face. A gnarled staff was in his hand and a kind smile was on his face.
Sam struggled to keep her eyes open. "Rest," the blonde haired man said softly. "You are safe from the orcs." Sam tried to ask what orcs were but her eyes closed and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Gandalf stroked his beard thoughtfully as he looked at Sam. "She needs to be looked after."
"Can you not take her with you?" the dark haired man inquired.
"No. She needs proper shelter and looking after to fully recover," Gandalf returned slowly.
"I shall take her with me back to my home," the blonde volunteered. "It is close by and she would be welcomed there."
"Very well. She shall be in your care Legolas," Gandalf instructed.
Legolas nodded and carefully set Sam's unconscious form on his white horse. He easily got up behind her and began riding towards his home. He protectively held Sam on the bareback horse so that she would not fall off.
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Sam slowly opened her eyes, a dull ache in her abdomen. She blinked slowly, expecting to find herself in the SGC infirmary but was instead met with the sight of a beautifully decorated room. Sunlight filtered in through the window. A gentle breeze entered the room through the window as well.
The Major eased herself up into a sitting position on the soft bed. She was about to take a closer look at her surroundings when the door opened and three people walked in. All three had long blonde hair and pointed ears. As Sam looked them over, she recognized the man from before, though his weapons and dark green tunic were gone.
"You are awake," he said with a smile. "I am Legolas. This is my father, Thranduil," he said, indicating the other man. "And this is my mother, Maive."
"Major Samantha Carter."
"Major?" Thranduil repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"It's a military rank from my homeland," Sam said.
Legolas smiled. "So you are a warrior then."
Sam nodded. "Um…where am I?"
"Mirkwood," Maive answered. "Our home and kingdom." Before Sam could ask more her stomach growled loudly. Maive smiled warmly. "Questions can wait Samantha. First you should eat. You have been unconscious for several days." She and Thranduil left the room.
Legolas sat down in a chair across from Sam, a smile on his face. "You are not from any kingdom in Middle Earth, are you?"
Sam shook her head. "My home is a very long way away." Why do I trust this man so much? I barely know him but…he just seems honorable and trustworthy… she silently mused. And handsome… a voice giggled in her head.
"Will you return to your homeland?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know honestly."
"You are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you like," he said. "If you have nowhere else to go I mean."
Sam absently fingered her abdomen where the arrow had pierced through. "Thanks," she said.
"You are lucky we found you when we did," Legolas said. She frowned in confusion. "You were near death from your wound and the orcs seemed intent on eating you," he explained.
"Orcs?"
"Those creatures that attacked you. We were able to drive them off long enough to spirit you to a safe location. I'm afraid some of your belongings fell as we ran."
Sam's hand went to her shirt and she sighed, not feeling her dog tags. "It's all right." They looked up as a servant carried a tray burdened with food in. He set it down on the table next to the bed and left. Sam looked at the food and her mouth watered at the tantalizing smells, but was hesitant about picking anything to eat. As if sensing her hesitation, Legolas picked up a bowl of dark brown liquid and held it out to Sam.
"This is meat broth. It may prove wise to start with this first," he suggested.
Sam took the warm bowl and the spoon. "Thank you…Legolas, right?"
He nodded and she slowly began to eat. "I can leave if you wish me to."
She shook her head. "I don't mind if you stay." How can I ask him about the Stargate? I have to get back home…
"You seem to have a question on your mind," he said.
"A few, but one of them is about your ears."
"What about them?" he inquired.
"Why are they…pointed…like that?"
"Are there no Elves in your homeland?" he asked.
He's an Elf? This is getting beyond weird… "We only have myths about them."
"I see," Legolas said.
The door opened and the man with chin length hair dressed in black walked into the room. He clasped arms with Legolas before turning to Sam. "Thranduil said you were awake," he said.
"This is Aragorn," Legolas introduced.
"I told you, it's Strider," he corrected.
"Here you will always be known as Aragorn," the Elf insisted. "But what brings you here?" he asked.
"I returned to where we found her," Aragorn said. "But my stay was cut short due to the returning orcs."
"The stone ring there, was it still intact?" Sam asked.
"As far as I could tell, though the pedestal seemed to be damaged," he replied.
Sam frowned, a pit of dread growing in her stomach. "Damaged?" she asked in a soft voice. He pulled out a small bundle and set it on the bed. Sam took it and pulled the cloth back. She carefully kept her face void of any emotion as the shattered pieces of the control crystal gleamed up at her in the sunlight. This can't be happening…this cannot be happening!
"Was this your way home?" Legolas asked.
Sam silently nodded. "It was my only way home," she whispered.
Legolas saw Sam struggling to keep her emotions in control. "Aragorn, túl," he said. The two men left the room and silently shut the door behind them. (come)
"Why did you insist we leave?" Aragorn inquired.
"She just found out she has no way of returning home. I could see that she did not want to break down in front of us."
Aragorn nodded in understanding. "What will happen to her now?"
"That is for her to decide. But she is welcome to stay here as long as she wishes." Aragorn nodded. Legolas could clearly hear Sam crying in frustration and it pained him.
So? Is it okay so far? Be kind and drop me a review. No flames though. Flamers will not be tolerated by any means.
To clarify, this fic starts around the beginning of season 3 of SG-1. If you want an episode it takes place after how about Legacy.
Until the next update!
