Note:

-I hope that the last chapter was at least semi entertaining to you all. I had fun writing it and I know Trevor did too.

-Disclaimer: we only own the plot of this fanfic, we do not own LoTR characters or the Demi-Gods + Saytr.

Meanwhile in Gondor

Nico's pov

We were taken to our rooms by Aragorn the so called king, much to my, seething distaste the rooms, just like the rest of the city, were in fact white... Everything in this city is bright white... I doubt that I have to explain why the son of hades and a dweller of the planes of the dead would find this place, disgusting.

This is however, as said by the king, my room. If it's truly my room, I doubt that he'd be opposed to me, redecorating. Walking over to the nearest wall I placed my hand on the stone. Closing my eyes and concentrating until I could feel the rocks shifting until all the walls were moving. I let go of my hold on the rocks and opened my eyes, looking around at the now black room, chuckling a little.

"This is really going to freak somebody out." I said to myself as I walked over to the bed, Taking hold of the white sheets and the dagger in my boots, I tacked the sheets over the window, stepping back to admire my handy work.

"The Ghost King is very pleased."

Meanwhile in the Shire

Conner's pov

Eagles, now I will be the first to admit that I know very little about birds, other than they have a receding hairline and that they're endangered. Plus the fact that I've never paid attention in class, ever which could contribute to the fact that I know little about these feathered hunters. But I definitely do not remember hearing that they were bigger than a basketball player. But when four of these feathered monstrosities land in front of the bar you just got kicked out of, it's hard to forget them.

Thalia was thoroughly amazed by them, inspecting their wings, beaks and talons without fear. It made me question if she wanted to hunt them or with them, after all what's a falcon in comparison to a giant eagle. "So I'm going to just throw it out there and say that they don't usually get this big right?" I asked while approaching the bird and the huntress.

"Of course they don't, which makes these all the more amazing." Thalia said, while rubbing the bird's feathers.

"It's been awhile since we've seen the Eagles hasn't it been pippin?" I heard the hobbits say as they approached the birds.

"Aye that it has been... Well, everyone pick a bird looks like we're flying to Gondor." Hearing this, my eyes darted over to Thalia who stopped petting the bird and started backing away, all the color drained from her face.

"Wha-what, what do you mean by fly?" She said nervously, much to my enjoyment it's not every day you see the daughter of Zeus frozen with fear. I made eye contact with my older brother, he was grinning as much as I was.

Travis was the first to start the taunting. "What's the matter Thalia? Does the mighty huntress and daughter of the lord of the sky have an issue with riding the majestic creatures?"

"It's not that I just think that we should walk there, yeah walking sounds nice right?" She said.

"We can't walk there." Merry stated." Listen Gandalf wants us there soon, and if he's got the eagles giving us a ride, it's important."

My grin grew as I walked up to her.

"Come on Thalia, there isn't enough time, and our hosts have arranged an excellent form of transportation for us. So hop on a bird, unless you want to stay behind and let Travis and I go alone." I could tell that she was considering it by the look in her eyes.

"No, you all have to go! At least that's what the letter says." Shouted Pippen.

By now Travis had joined me by Thalia's side. "You heard them Thalia, we all have to go." I took hold of her arm, as my brother did with her other arm; we slowly started walking her to the eagle.

"Besides you two were getting along so well before, you wouldn't want to hurt the poor guy's feelings would you? Travis said to her.

We helped her onto the eagle's back slowly, she was truly frozen with fear, but at the same time she was too scared to speak against it. "Alright then hobbits, let's go." I shouted as Travis and I climbed on back of one of the birds. The scream that Thalia made when her bird finally took off, it made me shiver. But it shows her right, for the way she's been yelling at me and my brother this entire trip.

Meanwhile in Gondor

Percy's pov

After Aragorn showed Nico his room, he showed me to mine (shocker right?). He still was a little too quiet for my comfort, I guess its pestering questions time.

"So how long have you been king anyways?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

"Not long, but long enough."

Well that wasn't any help. "Twenty years?"

"How old do you think I am exactly?"

Uhh bad move, I looked at him for a bit, dark hair with grey, grey eyes. God he could be a son Athena and just be trying to mess with me for all I know. "Uhh you're... 35...33?" I said fearing I'd be wrong.

He stopped walking and stood still for a moment, Gods should I start running? I was about to flee when I heard him, laughing to himself, before laughing loud enough for me to hear him clearly.

"Well Percy, you're kind I'll say that much, I am much older but I've only been a king for a short time now. If we're asking each other questions though, do you mind if I ask you a few?"

"Go ahead you're the king here." I said.

"Where are you and your friend from?"

"Well that's a complicated answer so let's start small... Long Island"

"Where is that?"

"New York."

"That means nothing to me."

"Uhh, let's try something else. Uh, how do you manage to keep your city so white, I mean why is it so white?"

"Well it's Minas Tirith, The White City, and The City of kings. It has to be, it goes with the name I suppose."

"Okay, okay... Do you think the wizard has seen, oh I don't know; a blonde girl with a knife who's traveling with a half man half goat in his recent travels?"

"What?"

Now the term saved by the bell has been a quite literal thing in my brief school experiences... As is the term saved by the loud explosion down the hall. So that being said I was free from the awkward confines of my inability to make a conversation, to run down to Nico's room with Aragorn. When I got there I could see a bit of smoke coming from the room, and Nico walking out, covered in black dust and singed at the eyebrows.

"What happened here?" Aragorn asked him.

"Coal fire... I'll clean it up sooner or later; I was just getting sick of being surrounded by white." Now was when I got the chance to see inside the room for myself. Nico in less than ten minutes had managed to change the room from being all white with a great view looking out onto the city, into and all black room with bed sheet curtains.

"Nico, why did you do that?" I asked worried that we were on the soon to be executed in the streets list.

"Hey! I am used to living in a pit of darkness, this is too much alright!"

"You set a room on fire!" I yelled

"Accidentally!"

"That doesn't make it better."

"I think it does." He said looking away from me, all this time Aragorn has been standing in the hall way stunned silent by the room.

"Master Di Angelo and Jackson what seems to be the problem?" I turned around to find Gandalf standing behind me looking into the black room.

"Oh my, it seems that you have managed to create quite the mess."

"How did you…?" Aragorn finally managed to say.

"Now is not the time to question your guests, Aragorn. I have some pressing matters to discuss with you at the moment. As for the mess however," He turned back towards Nico and I, with the base of his staff he pointed out two buckets of water alongside the wall. "These two needed something to keep them busy anyways."

Meanwhile Mirkwood (or Eryn Lasen)

Grover's P.O.V

I walked quickly and nervously down the hall with Annabeth. She had taken off her cap so that I could see her and put it in her jacket. She promised to help me find my reeds before we escaped. After all I received them from my daddy. I appreciated it but being in the palace walls still made me nervous. These guys were really good at finding us and locking us back up into prison cells. Annabeth had gotten lucky that they did not find out about her hat so far. They moved as quickly and quietly as possible but it was in vain because and Elf stepped out in front of them. Annabeth stopped and stared at him; she looked ready to fight if needed.

"The King of the Woodland Realm will see you now. Follow me; you do not want to keep him waiting." The red haired elf then walked past us down the corridor but we were frozen in place.

Annabeth's P.O.V

"Come on, he wishes to see you as soon as possible." The elf said as he continued to walk down the long halls. Grover and I stared after him; did he really think we would follow because of the king wanting to see us after tossing us in dungeons? I turned back to where I was originally headed onto to come face to chest with an armored person. I stepped back quickly and saw a few elven guards blocking our way. I looked at Grover who nudged me in the direction that the red haired elf had gone and with a sigh we walked down the hall after him. The guards trailed behind us as we hurried to catch up to the red head. It seemed that they were not going to give us a chance to escape at all.

The throne room was beyond anything I had ever seen before. The walls went up so high that they seemed to morph into the tree branches. The light sky was visible but the throne room was not dark. It was lit up and in the center there was a spiral staircase that leads to the elven king's throne. It was like the stairs were a part of the chair and acted as platform to add height. The throne as well as the stairs seemed to be carved out of one large tree. Elk horns were carved into the remaining midsection tree behind the throne and then the rest of the tree twisted upwards. There was a clear blue pond that had a bridge over it to lead us to the king. It was all so breathtakingly beautiful and a work of art. All of the elves around us bowed and tugged on our sleeves with a serious look. Quickly Grover and I bowed then stood up straight.

I stared up at the king and noticed how blue his eyes were. They reminded me of lightly blue stained glass and old. They seemed to have seem more than their fair share of grief, love, and obtained wisdom without long years. He had long golden hair and looked young despite his eyes. He had large eyebrows but on him it didn't look awkward. He appeared to be in his early thirties upon his head he wore a crown of brown twisted branches with cherry blossoms on it. He sat with his legs slightly crossed as he leaned back in his throne. He had an air of confidence and arrogance to him.

"You two must be the ones causing such ruckus around my palace as of late." The king's tone was uncomfortably calm and collected while his face was a mask. Completely indifferent to the comment he made. There was no amusement or anger reflecting in his tone or face, just like he was stating the fact that the moon was in the sky like usual. Grover let out a nervous chuckle.

"Ha.. Um.. Yea I suppose that was us. Sorry... For um, ruining the prison cells." Grover managed to get out. His nervousness showed in his voice, face, and that he was slightly trembling. I didn't give the king a chance to speak to Grover and spoke up.

"Your highness, we are sorry for the trouble we caused you but we must leave. We were not the only ones brought here. There were others with us and they may be in trouble. We cannot stay here and-" The king held up his hand and silenced me. I watched him uncross his legs and stand up as he slowly (and dramatically) walked down the steps.

"I do apologize miss. But I cannot permit you to leave my realm. We do not know what your purpose here may be. You do not look like snakes, but looks are very deceiving." The last part hit a cord with me and I knew it showed in my eyes by the saddened look Grover gave me. I knew all too well how deceitful people could be, and how much that truth can hurt.

"Dungeons are no place for our guests now are they?" That comment from the king threw me for a loop. And I watched him curiously.

"You will be given living quarters to stay in until we decide what to do with you next. You are not to leave the wing of the castle that your rooms are in without permission as well as an escort. That is the only rule, breaking it will result in unfavorable consequences.." The elven king turned and walked up the stairs and waved his hand in a dismissive fashion and the guards grabbed Grover and I ushering us out of the Throne room and down many hallways. I felt angry to be forced to stay while Percy was likely somewhere out there.

Elsewhere in Middle Earth

Mystery Person's P.O.V

The person surrounded in shadows stood above the pits where it's subjects lie in wait. Some fought each other and the losers were proven too weak and paid for it with their lives. The shadowy figure looked over the charred land and fires that burned in various places. The figure watched the sights below with little care; so long as it got what it wanted in the end that was all that mattered. The age of men to fall into flame and ash before this was over, that was the most important thing. Blood will be shed and those left alive would be slaves to the darkness. The person promised itself that it would succeed where others failed, to strike when they were still weakened. To make brother turn on brother and betray one another; to let darkness take claim over the land of Middle Earth. The figure turned and walked away from the pits and into a dark corridor, not noticing the creature that managed to climb its way out of the pit. It moved into the shadows and down a different a corridor and out into the night. All that could be seen was it's teal eyes in the moon light.

Note:

-Before we get flames about the Elven King being nice. In the Hobbit (book) he actually gave the dwarves since rooms and treated them well until they pissed him off and he threw them in dungeons. So I figured he'd be nice to Grover and Annabeth.