Hello again.
To tell the truth, I actually don't have a real plot for this. But my brother is helping me out and I think we've gotten it a bit more elaborate.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you enjoy reading this.
I do not own Lord of the Ring or Final Fantasy X. They go to their respective owners. I do, however, own the original characters (Valina, Felix, Ian and Kiku) and the twisted plot.
Chapter One - Travelling Partner
The man in gray happened to be a rather elderly man. He was wearing strange robes that covered almost all of his skin from being seen save for his hands and face. He was much taller than her and his pointed gray hat was far from strange. Yet he looked as if she was the strange on. But to be fair, she did find herself strange to awaken by a river in an unfamiliar place.
He did not speak her language either. That didn't make it any easier.
"Who are you?" The old man asked her, but to her ears they were foreign and she only looked at him puzzled.
He noticed her bi-coloured eyes. One was a strikingly sky blue while the other was a fern green with a spiraled iris. He had never seen such unique eyes nor clothing she was wearing. She was wearing a white and sleeveless low-cut top with a long blue skirt with strange swirls and dots skewing from the bottom to the front right of the skirt. She wore a yellow sash with beads and delicate yet detailed stitches of the same patterns and was tied into a large bow at the back. Her boots were black and slightly heeled. She also wore a pair of long white cloth with a gradient of pink at the edges that look like sleeves, yet is not attached to the rest of the clothing, but tied with pale blue ribbons around her lower biceps. She also had a rather large pouch situated near her hip.
To him, she looked so youthful but far too strained with stress from the darkness underneath and clouding her eyes. Her standing posture was slightly unbalanced from weariness. For a moment, he felt pity towards her.
"Gandalf." He said, pointing to himself, as primitive as it was to communicate that way, he had no choice.
Her eyes lit up with recognition as she pointed to herself. "Valina."
In her left hand was some type of staff. The strangest staff he had ever seen, considering he had seen a fair amount. Valina's staff was dark blue with a pink ribbon tied tightly around the end and had a small silver charm attached to golden chain. The top was a simple pattern. It had a golden metal circle with three petal-like shapes inside, attached to a smaller circle at the rod of the staff.
Decoration, perhaps? He mused before focusing back on her.
He managed to usher her to his cart and horses without much hesitation from her and tried his best to be of assistance to her.
Gandalf was stunned to know that she could not speak Westron nor Elvish. She knew no language used on Middle Earth and she was naught but a young woman, a girl barely eighteen. She had the tendency of wearing a long braid in her hair, decorated with colourful beads which made him assume she inhabited with the elves. But, she bore no signs of pointed ears and she certainly did not know where she was.
He was a kind old wizard, so he decided to take her in and shelter her from the dangers she had yet to learn of Middle Earth. She loved the idea of travelling with him (or so it seemed from her bright smiles and how she obediently followed him without question) and taught her Westron. She did fairly well with the lessons and helped her learn Elvish as well, when they first arrived at Rivendell which was the closest place they could travell to.
They travelled all over the world, with Valina learning new things and Gandalf learning new things about her. They were content to be travelling partners, or in some cases even grandfather to granddaughter relationship.
"Gandalf." She still had her strange accent, but Gandalf found it reassuring that she would not forsaken her past just to confront the future. She had always tried to tell him much about her homeland- Spira, as she called it. But her lack of communication skills belittled it.
"Yes?" He was smoking with his old wooden pipe as he casually lead the horses towards The Shire.
"Hobbits what? What that?" He chuckled.
"What are hobits? What is that?" He corrected her. "Hobbits are small people." As if to illustrate the point, he placed a hand somewhere around his legs as if to show her how small hobbits really were. "And this is my smoking pipe." He puffed out a small circle of smoke, in which she looked awed.
"Spira had no hobits." She spoke.
He gave her a comforting pat on her hand. "I hope you are having a good time here in Middle Earth?" His gray eyes twinkled with mirth.
She gave him a bright, almost childish smile and nodded. "Yes!"
Well this chapter was not as great as I wanted it to be... But oh well.
Thank you for reading and have a good day!
-Lolimochi