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: 8 of many

A/N: If you are squeamish at all, read the warnings above, one more time.

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(Recap:

"I don't make promises Aragorn." She said, smooshing his cheeks closer together.

"What say you Bellatrix Lestrange?"

The dropped her hands from his face and stood, leaning on Legolas and wrapping her arms around his, looking up into his eyes.

"Well," she said, mockingly batting her eyelashes at him.

"If I say no I might have a staff shoved up me arse.")

Aragorn rose unto his feet, becoming level with the other two.

"Come, lets us see what the King has in store."

Bellatrix and Legolas followed him into the chamber, where the king and his closest court stood discussing matters. Théoden looked shocked to see Aragorn, and almost instantly they engaged. Legolas tapped Bellatrix, and together they went to sit at one of the tables to the side, away from the King, but not too far to be omitted from hearing the conversation.

Unfortunately, Bellatrix ears were not as strongly equipped as Legolas' and she heard only bits and pieces.

"A great host you say—"

"—has emptied. Ten thousand at least."

"—thousand?"

"An army bred for a single purpose—to destroy the world of men."

Bellatrix, whom had been previously carving crude pictures into the table with a knife she had found, looked starkly up.

Legolas caught her eye; they held a questioning look.

She held the knife in her had like a child would do a spoon against the tabletop, and looked back at him, a growing grin forming on her face. The smile then turned from something sweet, into something Legolas had only seen on creatures so evil.

Oh, Bella could hardly wait.

The armory was packed with men, and Bellatrix felt like the one tiny little seedless grape on the packed vine full of seed-filled grapes.

She had only come because she was tired of being harassed about joining the other women in the caves, and was hoping to escape the badgering. Of course, she did not let those who pressed that 'it would be safer' for her to go be let off lightly, and she had to be separated from a man in his twenties who insisted because she 'was a woman and women were delicate creatures' that she'd better go; in her best interest of course.

Gimli had cheered her on ("Aha! See to it that your fist meets his face!", as she had decidedly taken matters literally in her own hands, or in other words, the muggle way), but Aragorn did not find it one bit funny, and had scolded her all hundred-and-something steps down into the room.

"—next time, at least try to act like a lady." He said, before picking up a sword and examining its weight.

She picked up another from the bin, and immediately her arm fell to the floor with the weight of it, along with most of her body.

"Ah!" She dropped it's entirety on the stone floor, and made to kick it with her foot before hissing at it between her teeth and deciding to keep her foot free of bruises, "Blasted muggle contraption."

Someone snickered beside her, and she quickly turned to see who the culprit was. She recognized it as the man from before, and when he had saw that she had saw him, started to make his escape. He ran through the crowd and around the corner before she could chase after him, due to a strong Elven grip on her arm.

"Bellatrix, please, we mustn't make too many enemies of these people." He said softly, turning her around to the others.

She shook his hand off, and went to go stand by Gimli.

"Just so you know," he grunted in jest, "I would have had your back."

Aragorn gave them a stern look, not unlike one of the many Gandalf had given her, and turned back to his observations. He placed another sword he was looking at back into its bin, and turned to look at the men.

"These are no soldiers." He sighed.

Gimli croaked, "Most have seen to many winters."

"Or too few." Legolas' face grew conflicted, "Look at them, they're frightened. I can see it in their eyes."

The dull murmur in the room grew silent, and most turned to look at the elf. Bellatrix had to hold back a sarcastic giggle. Then, he spoke out to Aragorn in a strange tongue, and suddenly Bellatrix was reminded of the voices, the voices that had coaxed her into the veil, the voices that brought her here.

Then, then she heard it again, this time, from Aragorn's mouth. An ancient language, and this time she was sure of what it was, positive.

It came again, from Legolas. But instead of the tone it had before, she felt it was stronger, more aggressive and direct. If only she could understand, then maybe she could be a step closer to understanding why the Veil had brought her here. Why? What was its purp-?

"Then I shall be one of them!"

And then it was gone. As Aragorn spoke, her fixation dissipated, and she felt released from a strange spell.

Aragorn had left, leaving behind a sorry-stated Elf, held back by a dwarf. Bellatrix shook her head, wondering what had just happened.

The sky clouded up remarkably fast, giant rain clouds rushing in, filling every inch above with dark grey, the only thing missing the shape of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

Or maybe that was just Bellatrix.

She had left the main armory with Legolas and the Dwarf, following them to a small room where they found the man, reconciled, and began fitting each other with armor.

A horn, loud and clear rang through the humid air.

"That is no Orc horn!" Legolas said.

They all rushed out side, Bellatrix following in the rear. Before them, tall, shining things stood, in perfect alignment with each other, led by an unhelmeted leader. They were mostly cloaked, but a sense of regal-ness seeped off of their faces in the form of a glow. There were gasps among those around her, and the king stepped forward in wonder.

"How is this possible?" He gasped.

The leader glided forward, fixing Bellatrix' eyes on him, coming closer to the steps near the King.

"I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and men. Long ago we fought and died together." He looked up at the King and Aragorn, "We come to honor that allegiance."

Aragorn rushed the shiny man, saying something Bellatrix did not catch, and nearly toppled him over in a giant embrace.

"You are most welcome!"

Legolas and the leader of the glittering people grasped shoulders, and Bellatrix instantly detected the similarities between them.

Great, more house-elves.

She drew up her nose in annoyance.

Bellatrix had the odd feeling that she had been here before.

The way her shoulders tensed, and her jaw became slack and then tightened like someone was turning a gear until it was so tight the muscle was pulled taught, giving her leverage to place a slight twirk in the corner of her lips.

The familiar feeling of battle.

She could feel it beginning in her neck. Feel it in her stomach, filling it with a hunger, and not one so easily satisfied. Her hands began to shake and twitch and she rubbed them together, hoping that would keep them still.

In the distance, a great wall of light came, and as it got closer, individual creatures were visible, all grunting with great broadswords and spears. They were larger than the devilish things from the plains, that she was sure of. There were thousands, probably tens of thousands, nowhere near the number of the armies she had been in or seen. There was probably no chance they would survive, but she was sure at least she wouldn't go out without a bang.

To her left, Gimli stood, barely able to see over the wall in front of them "You could have picked a better spot."

Legolas smirked, and behind the three of them Aragorn appeared.

"Well lad," Gimli, "Whatever luck you live by, let's hope that it lasts the night."

The sky rumbled, and thick droplets of rain began to fall. The quickly drenched her hair, and turned the frizzy mass into a heavy dark curtain of curls.

"Your friends are with you, Aragorn."

There was a pause.

"Let's hope they last the night."

The sounds of the army grew louder, and louder. Aragorn yelled out commands in the ancient tongue to the Elven warriors around her. The army stopped a ways from the Deep, and slowly with quickening pace, they stomped on the ground; the sound began to mingle with Bellatrix' heartbeat, the two becoming indistinguishable from one another.

Her eyes fell closed, becoming lost in the booming and the grunting. Then suddenly, it all stopped, and then came again louder, and with such ferocity that she opened her eyes.

Arrows flew toward the enemy, from men and elves alike, whipping past her head, with mere millimeters to spare. The enemy rushed toward the Deeping Walls, triggering her to draw her wand from beneath her sleeve.

It was pulsating, vibrating with its own need, and when her hand connected with the handle, she felt a sudden icy cold feeling rush from her fingertips and straight toward a spot on the lower part of her head, where it connected with the spinal chord.

It took control, and her judgment became clouded.

She stepped up onto the short wall in front of her, pulling herself up and standing on top of it, legs widely spread for balance. She tossed her head back, and from the recesses of her chest came a cackle, so loud and malicious that it echoed against the mountains.

Then, she whipped her body back up and with it came her arm and wand, shooting a flash toward the sky, shaping some cloud into the familiar dark mark.

Ladders came next from below, and as the Uruk-hai start to climb, cries of 'ladders!' sprung from many around her.

"Send them to me! C'mon!" Gimli yelled.

A hand came from behind and pulled her down, just as the Uruk-hai started to spill over onto the ledge. She didn't bother looking at who had pulled her.

Before her, a tall beast screamed at her, spitting a nasty liquid from its mouth. It pulled out its sword and rushed toward her.

She flicked her wand, and from it the killing curse sprung, not even needing to be uttered from her lips to know that it was what she had first in mind. Bellatrix laughed some more as the beast fell, only to be replaced by a thousand more.

She whipped her wand toward the first, an electric bolt shooting it straight in the forehead, killing him instantly and knocking him over the wall down below. A whip shot out of her wand, and wrapped around another, smashing his head against a rock and using him as a projectile to kill some in the crowds below, its brains flying in the air like a rubbery boomerang.

She yelled back at them as they yelled at her, and with it air so cold spilled from her lips, turning the rain into small ice daggers, then using them too pierce the hands and faces of the Uruk-hai.

She started to climb some stairs, on the way knocking one underhanded in the snout, shoving its nose into its brain, and then blasting it to pieces, blood shooting everywhere, and splashing on her face.

Another she chopped clean in two, spraying its smelly black blood on its companions, angering them further.

Bloodlust; Bellatrix was rank with it.

A few times, she had gone blank, and would come back to her senses yards from where she thought she just was, a trail of bodies between her and the previous spot.

"Confringo!"

An Uruk-hai burst into flames, catching some around it on fire as well, its shrieks loud and pig-like. From behind, another tried to over take her, but she spun around, and raising her wand-less hand, choked it from afar, then threw it into another's sword, piercing it clean through.

She didn't even need her wand to kill.

She threw her head back, and then breathed into her hand, and fire spouted out, becoming larger and turning into a massive snake. She sent it into a mass of the monsters, and as it went it roared audibly before burning them into a crisp immediately, eliminating all of the Uruk-hai in her area, their ash becoming mud with the rain on top of the stone floor.

The stone under her began to crack, becoming hot because of the magic coming off the witch.

A chanting started from the enemy. Deafening yells coming from below. She ran to the wall, spotting a skinny thing running toward the wall under her erratically, holding a torch in its hand.

She heard a voice yelling, and saw arrows land in its shoulders, not slowing it down much.

"Diffindo!" She yelled, hurling the charm its way.

But it was too late; the spell only knocked him over, throwing him towards his goal.

BOOM.

The wall exploded.

Large boulders were thrown everywhere, bodies and dust shooting far up into the sky.

And suddenly, Bellatrix was looking at it all from inside, an enormous wooden door being shut by men and braced with wooden planks.

Had she just disapparated?

But she thought she couldn't?

Didn't it not work before, when she first arrived at this god-forsaken place?

Someone had shouted.

"Brace the gate!"

She ran forward towards the gate, as some men brought timbers forward. She raised her wand and shouted, "Duro!" A thin film spread over the wood, hardening it slightly.

"Hold back the gate!"

The Uruk-hai started to pierce little holes in the door, and before long, the little holes became bigger and bigger.

"Retreat!"

"Into the Keep!"

Bellatrix turned on her heel, running back with the other men into the Keep. There, she found the king and Aragorn arguing.

"Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance!"

She ran toward them, the king with a hopeless look upon his face.

"So much death." He murmured, " What can men do against such reckless hate?"

Aragorn paused, "Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them."

"For death and glory." Théoden was on the verge of whimpering.

"For Rohan. For your people." Aragorn responded, taking the King by his shoulders.

Bellatrix wanted to shake the little bastard.

From the window, a light started to shine.

"The sun is rising." Gimli said.

"Gandalf!" Bellatrix yelled, "Now he decides to come!"

A smile sprung to Théoden's face. "Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!"

Gimli took Bellatrix by the hand, and ran with her into a small, closet-sized room. In it, the mouthpiece of a large horn stood.

"Yes!" he yelled, and stepped up to it, placed his lips onto the piece, and blew with gusto.

The sound was loud, but subdued; not nearly strong enough.

Bellatrix raised her wand, "Sonorus!"

The sound was heightened immediately, and was so loud, Bellatrix covered her ears. It seemed to go on forever, and when it stopped, all was quiet.

Gimli sighed, "Its over." he said.

"Its over?" She asked.

"Yes, let us go and check on Aragorn and the Elf."

Inside her, something was quenched, only to be replaced with something akin to nervousness.

Out in the plains, the dead were strewn everywhere. Mostly the bodies of dead Uruk-hai, and she constantly had to step over them.

"Victory! We have Victory!" She heard Théoden cry and all around her, solders cried back and began to tally the dead.

Gimli walked over to an Uruk that had an ax of his in its brain, sat on it as if it was a stool, took out a pipe, and began to smoke.

She spotted Legolas walking towards them, and as her got close took out his bow and began to stroke it.

"Final count… 42." He said.

Gimli replied, amused, "Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on Forty-three." He leaned forward in emphasis.

Suddenly, Legolas knocked an arrow and shot the Uruk between Gimli's legs.

"Forty-three." He said.

"He was already dead." Gimli replied.

"He was twitching." Legolas retorted.

"He was twitching because he's got my ax embedded in his nervous system!" He growled, moving the axe thus making the Orc move as well.

Bellatrix snickered, causing Gimli to look up at her with alarm.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing." She said as she squatted down on the ground between the both of them, still covered in Orc blood. "I just realized that I outscored you both."

After a pause Gimli spoke, "Well then, tell us what it is."

She got up from where she was sitting and turned to go to Gandalf.

"That's for me to know and you to bloody well find out."

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Thanks to all who reviewed and to all those actually taking time to watch this story. I'm pretty much stuck behind a ruse of slight writers block right now, so give me your opinions and ideas please! Any ideas on how to get the romance initiated would be pretty dapper!

THANKS TO:

midorimouse7 –I realize I only answered your point only a bit, but I think we should probably save that issue for the battle of Pelannor Fields, no? Thanks! I really appreciate it!

minoki –Thanks for catching that little slip! I tend to read over, but not intensely enough to pick up on little mistakes. Thanks.

RebeccaSeverusSnape –Well, for fantastic review every time, I couldn't thank you enough.

Azera-v –We all love Bellatrix in a weird way, don't we?

rogue solus –Muahahaha! …Satisfied?

CynicalDonkeys –Who's Gilbert?

DeathSidhe –Well, she wasn't drenched in blood, but I figure that amount was enough.

and anyone else I've forgotten or missed, thanks a tiddle!