The Veil

Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange makes a realization during the final battle of Hogwarts: Voldemort doesn't love her and never will. All her endeavors were futile. She has a panic attack and falls through the same Veil that took her cousin, naught two years ago, at her hands no less. But what is behind the Veil? The Land of the Dead as many Wizards and Unspeakables suspect? Once you go in you never come out. Or a whole other world? …Middle Earth perhaps?
Categories:romance, horror, adventure, comfort, humor
Characters: OOC Bellatrix,Legolas, Aragorn, Male/Male/Female, Threesome
Genres: crossover
Warnings:dark themes, murder, torture, sexually graphic scenes, rated M for a reason
Author's note: I love the character of Bellatrix, and there doesn't seem to be enough crossover fics including her. So, I thought I'd do her some justice. Hopefully I'll succeed.

I do not intend to plagiarize either works by Rowling or Tolkien; I am merely using my imagination and applying it to their fantastic worlds. I've just tweaked some things to make the story relevant.

Chapters:5 of many

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So there she sat. In front of that dammed man on the horse.

She wasn't bound, but she might as well have been. Aragorn's arm that wasn't holding onto the reigns of the horse was wrapped tightly around her diaphragm, slightly making her choke every time the horse jumped over a miscellaneous bolder or the like.

She had never ridden a horse before- as respectable wizards were limited to brooms and magical creatures—and she found that she did not like it much.

She could just imagine her mother now, looking down at her in disgust at how she could even let herself near such a beast. 'Oh, how great Narcissa is, she would never lower herself to such muggle things. How despicable Bella, you are an insult for a daughter-a muggle lover. Just like your dear sister, Andromeda.'

She never cared much for her mother, but oh, how words do sting the young.

Her bottom was sore from all the bouncing around, even while Aragorn held her tightly between his legs, and if she didn't keep her jaw shut, the bottom would slam its teeth against the top and nip her tongue in the process. She yelped the first two times, but when asked what the matter was by her human-rope, she promptly rushed the back of her head at his jaw.

Needless to say, she wouldn't be attempting that anymore.

She rubbed her thigh where he pinched her; seems that he knew all the right spots to weaken a person.

They were side-by-side to the Veela and the gnome, but a tad behind the wizard, and as she looked over at the other two, she could see that Gimli was not nearly having as much fun as she was, probably even more so.

They were riding fast, perhaps faster than the speeds of the brooms she remembered from her childhood. Her hair, already wild and untamed, flew around her face and blocked her vision. It annoyed her greatly, to the point where she tired from moving it out of the way and considered cutting it all off. Aragorn was getting the most of its fury though, and he attempted to brush it aside a few times. His efforts were useless, and her hair remained whipping freely in the wind, and consequently, at his face.

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They rode on for a bit longer, but when the sun began to lower behind the mountains in the distance, Gandalf signaled them to slow and come to a halt behind a rather tall alcove of rocks and bushes.

Her horse came to a slow walk beside where Gandalf has dismounted and had started to pull a pack from somewhere she had not noticed before. Gimli and the blonde thing came naught but a second later, and started to unpack and prepare a fire. Aragorn kept hold onto her arm as he stopped the horse and got off, then attempted to pull her off and hand her over to the Veela.

"Legolas, my friend, take her for a moment."

Aragorn gave a grunt and pushed her toward him when she didn't budge, and his hand replaced the mans as he went off to help Gimli with setting up camp.

"Yes, darling please do." She leaned back into the tall beautiful man, "Take me." She cackled a little and made to snap her jaws at him in a playful biting imitation, causing him to hold her at arms length using both limbs.

"My Lady!" He gasped at her boldness, "Please do not talk in such a manner! It is unfit for a lady to speak so."

She smirked and giggled oddly, "Yes, how unfit." She pressed the back of her body against his front. She felt as if his Veela qualities were inducing her giddiness, and tried to reach up and touch some of his hair before being pushed away again.

Before them, Aragorn addressed Gandalf.

"Gandalf, we have but three blankets, where shall the maid sleep?"

The grey-garbed man, who at that moment was packing some tobacco into a pipe, merely brushed them off with a wave of his hand.

"I'm sure the four of you can stick your heads together and muster up a solution." He then sat down on the mat he laid for himself and began to smoke away at his pipe, eyes closed and slowly breathing.

"Good for nothing old bat." Bellatrix muttered under her breath. The Veela gasped again, and made some comment she wasn't listening to. "I can manage myself without your concern, muggle."

She went for her wand tucked in her sleeve but was stopped by Aragorn pulling his sword out from its sheath.

"You will do no such thing-!" He took a few steps forward, expecting her to pull a weapon from within the cloth, but was stopped by the wizards deep voice.

"Aragorn! Do not fret my friend, leave her be. She cannot do anything dangerous in my presence." Aragorn lowered his sword slowly, watching as she pulled her wand out. "My Bella, do what you must."

"My Bella." She mocked him with a whiny voice, "Shut your mouth, oaf."

"Well come on lass." The dwarf said from a few feet away warily, "Lets see it."

She pulled away from her captor, and lifted her wand in the air.

It had been quite sometime since she performed practical magic, even when she was back at her own home, and she wasn't entirely sure that it would work properly, but she attempted anyway.

She waved her walnut wand, and from a puff of smoke fell a blanket and pillow.

"AH! Look there laddie! She did it!" The dwarf brought his two large hands together and clapped loudly.

"Gimli! Hush! There might be unfriendly ears near that would be delighted to hear your rowdiness!" Aragorn hissed, eliciting a scoff from the dwarf.

Gimli humphed, the happiness leaving his face quickly and trudged over to his mat, plopping down on it like a scorned child. Bellatrix frowned; being delighted that someone had appreciated what she had done, and raised her wand to the sky.

"Protego Totalum!"

She cast, and the opaque liquid-like spell spurted from the tip of her wand, shooting up into the air above and spilling down around them in a round shield.

The three of them looked up at what they thought totally enchanting, mesmerized and nearly missing her cast a second spell.

"Muffliato!"

She felt the familiar sensation of ear muffs being put on and then dissipating as the spell became active. She turned toward the three of them, picking up her blanket and pillow, and holding it to her chest.

"There! Now you lot can yell all you want and we won't be found." She looked at Gimli who was grinning at her broadly, then to Aragorn and Leg-what, "Satisfied?"

She came to where Gimli had laid down his belongings, and spread out her blanket and laid herself down, lying on her side facing the imp and her back to the others.

'At least someone appreciates what I do.'

Her mind flashed to a certain Lord, before she shook herself of her thoughts.

'He's dead now Bella. Dead. Killed in front of your own eyes.'

She closed said eyes, and made sure her wand was near her as she let down her guard. She heard the two males discuss who would be taking first watch, and slipped into the first stages of sleep.

"Aragorn?" She heard the Elf whisper to the man, "How do we know if we can trust her?"

Bellatrix sighed and curled her legs toward her chest more.

"Don't."

She whispered back.

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'Bella…

My love.

Bella.

Come here, come to your master.'

Arms of an unnatural color envelop her and suck her toward a wispy blackness.

'Bella?

Come, come to me.'

Kisses on the side of her neck, caresses on her sides, hands through her hair…

Tongue on her skin, passion on her lips…

'Bella?

Have you come?

Have you come…?

TO DIE!'

Falling, falling, falling.

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The fire being stomped out woke her, and she sat up in a dizzy spell.

The dawn was fast approaching, the first of the suns rays peaking over the plains and filtering about the clouds. The company was moving about, Aragorn handing out portions of salted and dried meat for breakfast, Gimli putting out the fire and bundling the blankets, Veela-boy rounding the horses and talking to them, and Gandalf standing to the side and doing… whatever it is that he does.

Aragorn approached and handed her a sliver of meat that she took and gnawed on.

She picked her wand up and after 'Scourgify-ing' the vomit off her boots and ridding of the protective charms, got rid of the blanket and pillow.

She stood and stretched, watching as Aragorn went over to help with the horses as Lego-go-go came back to camp. She attempted to remove the hair that fell into her eyes away from her face as she was watching him, but after a few failed attempts, gave up frustrated and annoyed.

"Here, my lady," From behind her the elf spoke. She turned and acknowledged him. "From which I hail, my people have a method of arranging hair so that it does not become troublesome." He lifted his hands to point to his braids, "It seems as though you are having troubles with your hair becoming too... unruly. If you would like, I could," he gestured to her hair, "Help you."

She looked at his hair, perfectly in place, braids tightened and holding the rest of it back from falling into his face, small braids just above his delicate pointed ears.

Pointed ears?

"Bloody hell!" She belted, caught off guard.

"Milady! Such harsh words!"

"Where did those ghoulish things come from?" She reached out and pointed to his ears.

"My-my ears?" He stammered, alarmed, but calming when she realized she may have not ever seen them before. "My Lady, my ears are pointed as all elves have."

"Elf?" She questioned. He didn't look like any house-elf she had ever seen. "Did your filthy parents mate outside of species? How disgust—"

"My parents are not filthy!" He raised his voice, becoming stern. "They are royalty. My father is King Thranduil of Mirkwood! Far from filth and mixed blood!"

Gandalf spoke from where he was standing a few meters away.

"She knows not of what you speak. Elves in her homeland are small imp-like creatures, whom are made to do house work and serve there masters dutifully without pay."

"I don't need you butting in on my conversations, Grandpa!" She snapped back at him.

"Slaves? Elves are slaves to you?" Bellatrix could just feel the sap leaking off of him, "How beastly, how- how barbaric!" He cried.

She raised her hands in defense.

"They enjoy it! They enjoy it okay!" She yelled. "Calm yourself idiot!"

He stopped yelling but continued, "Enslavement." He spoke with disdain, "No elf could live like that, they would sooner perish than serve another not of their own will."

Bellatrix looked at his face, pathetically on the verge of tears, dark brows set low over his eyes.

"Pull yourself together." She spat. "You look pathetic."

He looked at her again, his eyes locked onto hers, and she couldn't help but feel like apologizing. But she caught herself before she uttered a word, and pointed to her hair.

"Now, if your done," she grumbled, "Get on with the hair."

He nodded, and reached for her shoulders to turn her about.

His hands were cool beside her neck, and she felt them comb through her hair, magically pulling through the many knots with ease. She could clearly remember many nights as a child with her mother complaining about her hair—how thick it was, how much there was, and how it was odd that she, out of all her closest family, was the only one to have inherited curly hair. The Blacks only had straight; poor little Bella was truly an oddball.

He finished quite quickly, and she reached back to feel one single braid starting at her crown and continuing down to the small of her back.

"That should hold for the rest of the day's journey to Edoras." He smiled at her, "It suits you."

From behind her, she could hear Aragorn call them over to get on the horses.

"Don't get too eager, Elf-boy." She told him, going over to Aragorn and being lifted onto the horse.

They began to ride until it was well into the day before they came up over a hill and Gandalf called back to them as only he would.

"Look yonder my friends!"

In the distance, Bellatrix could see a large village on top of a small mountain.

"Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Théoden is now very strong." He urged Shadowfax forward, "Come!"

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A/N: That's the end of Chapter five. I didn't want to make Legolas seem to crybaby-ish, but trying to get certain points across. And Aragorn seems like kind of an a-hole, but doesn't he always seem like that at first? Ah, Well. Thanks to all those who reviewed (Estry, Minoki, and especially RebeccaSeverusSnape)! I really love reviews *hinthint*.