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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Edoras seemed quite dinky to Bellatrix. There was a wall made of old wood that ran the perimeter of a small hill-like mountain on which the city of Edoras was built upon. The gate was closed as they approached, and the wizard had to call up to a guard who asked of their titles.
"It is I, Gandalf the Grey, with my companions; Legolas Thranduilion of the Elven realm, Gimli, son of Gloin, Aragorn of the Dunedain, and Bellatrix, my… under study!" He shouted up at the man.
Bellatrix frowned at what Gandalf had called her. She was about to retort, make some comment about how his intelligence must be lacking, when she was cut off by Aragorn.
"I know what your thinking, but I would be silent if I were you." He followed up with a squeeze on her stomach, where his arm was holding her close to him on top of the horse.
She hissed at him, but kept her comment to herself. She turned her head up at the guard, who wore a suit of chainmail, some armor, and a helmet, and saw the confused look on his face as he registered their names.
"And what is your business here?"
Gandalf answered him again, "We have urgent matters to discuss with the King!"
The man looked down again, and turned back toward the city.
"Open the gate!"
From behind the wall the gate was pulled, a great creaking noise came from the strain the ropes had on the aged wood. The company's horses walked forward, and Bellatrix found her self becoming excited.
'Finally, a place where I can see people other than these kooks.'
She thought, feeling Aragorn tense up behind her, anticipating the unknown. His excitement fueled hers more, her eyes widening, tongue darting out to wet her dry lips, and her back slightly arching against his crotch. She felt her wand in her sleeve pulsating, the tip becoming heated and warming her forearm.
With the gate fully opened, they urged there horses forward. Slowly, they passed through the gate, and all bits of excitement from Bellatrix faded.
She looked around with her wide, dark eyes, but everything she saw only met her with disappointment.
"You'll find more cheer in a graveyard." She heard Gimli say somewhere behind her and couldn't help but agree.
There were people standing precariously along the street, all dressed in dark hues, and looking up at the newcomers with complete sadness in their eyes. The children stood by their parents neither giggling nor playing about, and the elderly stood crooked among the young, some nearly crying and retreating back to their straw-thatched houses.
'It's no use. These fools look as if there in on this joke- impossible for me to find any decent wizard here.'
Bellatrix met the eyes of an old woman as she scanned the people, but haunted by the look of despair within them, lifted her head and saw a long-haired figure on the steps of a castle. It was a white character with hair of gold, and as she watched as they approached the path leading to the main entrance, the figure retreated, disappearing among the flags and stark wooden columns of the building.
They came to a series of stone steps, and as they dismounted, stable boys came to take their horses to... well, the stables. Gandalf began to climb the steps, and before she could generate a thought, she felt a coldness of metal on the back of her knees, coaxing her forward.
She looked back at the stocky dwarf as they climbed up, "If I didn't find you so entertaining, you'd find that axe halfway up your arse before you could even call for a—"
"—Bellatrix!" she was cut off by that darned Gandalf, "It would be best if you kept your mouth shut before you find your wand up your—Ah!"
They were met by guards at the top of the steps, five or so, and the one who looked to be the leader of them stepped forward.
"I cannot allow you to enter the Meduseld so armed, Gandalf Greyhame, by order of Grima Wormtongue." He told them with a slight exasperation in his voice, as if he was annoyed.
Bellatrix could have sworn she heard him say 'Wormtail', and she made the pre-decision that she already didn't like this person. Frankly, anyone with the word 'worm' in their name probably were disgusting creatures.
Gandalf nodded at the man and gestured for the other three to follow suit. The non-house elf-Elf handed over two knives after twirling them for show in front of her. She scoffed a little, and made to follow Gandalf as he stepped past the guard to enter through the doors. The same guard from before stopped him with a hand.
"Your staff." He gestured at him.
Gandalf made a grumble, and leaned against the white stick, "Oh! You would not part an old man from his walking stick, would you?"
"Would you?" Bellatrix mimicked from behind him, shooting a wicked smirk at the man, leaning forward so as to bend her back in a creepy way, placing the nail of a finger in her mouth.
"Being a lady does not excuse you from search, miss." The guard retorted, "Be so kind as to remove your weapons also."
Beside her Gandalf leaned against Legolas' outstretched arm, playing upon the act of 'frail old man'. She snorted as she caught the wink Gandalf gave her and the others.
"Oh shut it, muggle. I have no weapons of your concern. Lets us through before I—" She caught herself when she saw the old mans staff fall toward her head at an alarmingly fast rate and covered her head as a reflex with her hands while slightly attempting to duck out of the way. "—I…! I mean—Nothing! I have nothing!"
The man looked at them strangely, eyes darting back and forth between them. "Well then, I suppose." He hesitated, but motioned for them to follow as some other guards open the large doors and he walked through.
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Inside, the hall was dark, the only light being filtered in from heavy curtained windows. There were paintings and tapestries everywhere she looked, depicting great battles and one-too-many horses for her liking.
At the end of the hall was a dusty-looking figure, hunched over and not far from death. At his side was a man, slicked with grease and covered in animal skins that were crudely sewn together. He whispered to the older man in the golden throne, and Bellatrix immediately knew that he was Wormtongue.
"Nasty git." She whispered under her breath.
"The courtesy of your hall has somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King." Gandalf announced, s he approached the two men.
Men started to trail the company, and the doors they entered through closed behind them. Wormtongue whispered again to the king, and by some surprise, the almost-dead man conjured enough strength to speak.
"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" His speech was drawn out and scratchy.
"A just question, my liege." Wormtongue stepped from his lord and advanced toward them, the guards following suit. "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest." He spat.
"Be silent!" He yelled, "Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!" He raised his staff out from beside him, and Wormtongue grew frightened.
"His staff!" He began to back away and almost tripped over himself, "I told you to take the wizards staff!" His voice cracked as he retreated.
The guards that were advancing toward them rushed forward, drawing their swords and attacking. A few ran toward Bellatrix, and she could feel her battle instincts coming over her. She drew her wand from her sleeve, and drew up a shield as a sword came down upon her, knocking the man backwards and into another.
Her wand was warm in her hand, and she threw a stunning spell at another guard with a ghastly shriek. He keeled over and feel to his knees, giving opportunity for her cleaned boots to come in contact with his face rather harshly, making a sickening crack and spurting blood on her dress.
A guard tried to take her from behind, but he was clumsy and loud, and she could hear him from a mile away. She turned on her heel and flicked her wand under her arm, sending a Confundus charm his way. Hit by the spell, he ceased his attack, standing limply and looking confused.
Her first instinct was to kill them instead of merely injuring, but something stopped her from doing so. She just couldn't bring herself to utter more dangerous curses.
Occupied by her own battles, she fought ignorant to the others, but now with no one coming for her, probably too afraid of what they saw her doing, she turned her attention back to Gandalf.
The king was writhing in his chair, lunging for the wizard but being held back by the wizard's power. His voice came then, but to Bellatrix it sounded as if there were two—the king's and a deeper, more malicious voice.
"If I go, Théoden… dies!" The king croaked with the odd combination of voices. Bellatrix recognized the symptoms of a possession, and looked upon the scene with wide eyes and an open mouth, practically drooling in anticipation.
"You did not kill me, you will not kill him!" Gandalf yelled, his voice booming, "Be gone!"
The king lunged for Gandalf once more, but was thrown back into the chair from the sheer force of Gandalf's power. He lied still for a moment, Bellatrix almost thought him dead, but then the years started to shed from his face like polyjuice, and a younger king then sat in the chair where the old had once been.
From the shadows, a bright white-clad woman ran toward the king as he begun to slump forward in his chair, catching him before he fell. Bellatrix recognized her as the figure she saw before from when they first entered, and assumed she was his daughter. The king opened his eyes slowly, and exchanged words with her as he stroked her face.
The scene becoming a bit too sappy for her, she turned her head and pretended to vomit.
Looking back, she noticed he had stood, and the woman sat next to him, beaming up at him, all smiles. Gandalf approached, offering his sword, and he gripped it in his hand. Suddenly his face grew dark, and he turned his head to look at Wormtongue, who was currently trapped beneath the thick leg of Gimli.
Wormtongue rose to his feet, running from the hall, the king and his court following. Legolas stayed behind, keeping an eye on Bellatrix as she magically cleaned some blood from off her dress. From outside, there was some shouting, but it did not stray him from approaching her.
"You fought admirably," he complemented her, "I do not understand what exactly it is that your wooden weapon emits, my lady, but I must admit I am happy you are on our side and not fighting against us."
He looked at her, and she met his gaze as she stuffed her wand back in her sleeve.
"I wasn't aware that there was another side." Her eyes glinted with curiosity, and he realized that she was sincere.
"Never mind it. That is a long story for another time." He said, and noticed her child-like curiosity disappearing.
"I can see that you are troubled." He said as he guided her away from the recovering guards to sit at a bench at a secluded corner. "My people have an innate sense to these types of things." He said softly while placing his hand over his chest.
A glint of something flickered over her eyes before it disappeared a second later.
"Get off me." She pushed the hand that he had on her shoulder off.
He replaced it quickly and this time squeezed soothingly, "I only mean to help."
She shoved her shoulder away just as Aragorn, Gimli, and the king's court returned through the doors.
"Save it, wretch."
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The king and Gandalf returned some time later with a young boy and girl, siblings Bellatrix thought.
The woman, whom Bellatrix discovered was the king's niece, coddled them and fed them hot stew.
Bellatrix made another mock vomit, this time being scowled at by Aragorn. She sat at a table with Gimli, who was furiously devouring a large turkey leg and burping and spilling his mug of ale, as she reluctantly listened to Gandalf and Théoden bicker.
"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash." He said gesturing toward the two children. "All the more potent for he is driven now by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children. You must fight."
"You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak. Éomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their king." Aragorn spoke up from near her.
Théoden sighed and rubbed his brow as he replied, "Éomer cannot help us. I know what it is that you want of me. But I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war."
Bellatrix ears perked up at the mention of war. So that is what's going on here? She turned to Gimli, and tried to play the nice card since she didn't have anything against him.
"War?" She asked.
Gimli choked on his ale as he heard her, and picked up a napkin in replace of his mug to wipe his beard.
"You do not know lass?" he replied shocked.
She shook her head. He began to reply but then abruptly stopped, his eyes fixed on a figure behind her. She turned to see who had interrupted him and met the eyes of the old wizard himself.
'He doesn't want me to know… What is he hiding?'
"Then the decision is made." She heard Théoden speak to all in the hall, "We shall move the people to Helm's Deep."
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This may just be fluff for now, but be patient. There are plenty of sexual innuendos to last you till the story really gets going. Anyway, tell me what you think and review! (Thanks to all who did for the last chapter! RebeccaSeverusSnape, and Sayah Yuki!)