So, this was inspired by two stories. One is The Web of Middle-Earth by HandAssassinSpider-Man, which is a Spider-Man/LOTR crossover where Spider-Man is the son of Morgoth and Ungoliant, the other is The Will of an Uzumaki by VFSNAKE, which is a Naruto/LOTR crossover where Naruto dies and becomes Sauron.
Now, I will say this is a LOTR/Hobbit crossover, because I plan to go through the Hobbit movies, to the Shadow of Mordor and War games, to the Lord of the Rings films, and maybe any books that took place between all these events. And yes, the OC in this is the son of Morgoth and Ungoliant.
This story isn't going to be a harem or anything, it'll most likely be the OC paired with either two women or three. If its two, then it'll be Arwen and Shelob, if it's three then it'll be Arwen, Shelob and Galadriel.
As to the OC's appearance. he'll wear the Ringwraith gear from Middle-Earth: Shadow of War, that set being Servant's armour for the armour, and Dark Embrace for the cloak. For his sword, think of Zar'roc from the Eragon movie, red blade and all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit. I only own the OC Liante.
Wind whipped around a tall, shadowed figure as they silently walked through the pouring rain towards the village of Bree, located east of the Shire and south of Fornost in Eriador. It was a place for Men and Hobbits.
So the figure never thought someone like them would pay such a place a visit, much less be so close to the Shire. The figure has never had any reason to come to Bree, much less into the Shire, as Hobbits keep to themselves and the figure never found them interesting enough to meet nor visit their lands.
But the figure had come to Bree for a reason now.
The wind caused the figure's cloak to flow a little, the hood almost ready to fly back but it stayed up, shrouding the figure who kept their head bowed. Soon enough, the figure came to the door that led into Bree and lightly banged on it with their right arm, causing a hatch to open to reveal a man.
"Who is it?" The man asked.
"I'm here on business." The figure said in a male voice, his tone cold and straight to the point. "I'm going to the Prancing Pony."
The man gave the dark figure a almost unsure, suspicious look. Clearly the people who live around here don't see such people in cloaks all that often. But the man nodded and opened the doorway for the figure who passed through without breaking his pace as he made his way towards the inn, ignoring any of the glances the townspeople gave him.
Coming to a stop outside an inn, he looked up at the sign. It was indeed the Prancing Pony, where he had been told the meeting was to be located. Entering, the figure almost grunted in annoyance at the loud noises as Man and Hobbit swapped tales, drank and did whatever business they had here. The figure didn't care as his eyes landed on a figure cloaked entirely in grey.
The dark hooded figure sat himself opposite the gray cloaked figure, his back facing a roaring hearth, before finally lowering his hood, letting long, black hair fall and revealing a normal, human male face with dark eyes.
"Is there a reason you arranged a meeting with me all the way here, Gandalf?" The man asked with narrowed eyes.
Gandalf the Gray smiled despite the man's tone. "Liante, my friend. It's been a long time. I had honestly believed you wouldn't appear, knowing you don't venture to this kind of land. But I'm glad you came."
Liante just grunted and stared at Gandalf seriously. "Why did you arrange this meeting with me, Mithrandir?"
Gandalf got equally serious. "I am about to embark on a quest with a company of Dwarves, and a Hobbit, with luck, to reclaim Erebor."
Liante stared at Gandalf, almost thinking this was some kind of joke, but he knew Gandalf was never one to joke with such a serious face, nor was the Wizard one for jokes that often. He sat back in his seat, just taring at the Wizard for several minutes of silence before finally speaking.
"This is folly."
"How so?" Gandalf asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Gandalf, you, these Dwarves and this Hobbit are merely going to death much earlier than any of you most likely anticipated." Liante said, his tone not grave, almost uncaring but there was a hint of warning to it. Cold as he may be, Gandalf was a... friend. "Erebor has had no activity for the past 60 years. Just because the dragon Smaug has not been seen since does not mean he is dead and that the wealth is unguarded."
"Perhaps." Gandalf sighed. "But you and I both know Smaug has sat there long enough. And sooner or later, darker forces will turn their gazes to Erebor, not for it's wealth, but for it's strategic position. Which is why I made a chance meeting with Thorin Oakenshield to unite the seven Dwarf families, to rouse them to the cause, destroy Smaug and take back the Lonely Mountain."
"Oakenshield?" Liante almost scoffed. "You'd put your faith in a Dwarf who's grandfather fell to the sickness that laid upon that gold? It was Thror's greed that brought Smaug to Erebor, flaunting the gold to all was basically hanging meat in front of a Warg. And what happened? Thror and his people were driven from their home. And then they tried to reclaim Moria, resulting in the death of the Dwarf king and the disappearance of Oakenshield's father."
"Thorin believes Thrain yet lives." Gandalf said as he showed Liante a Dwarfish key. "This is what Thrain gave to me before he disappeared. It's a key into the mountain."
Liante gave a small shake of his head, but he knew Gandalf was stubborn. "You do know this quest will reach the ears of Elrond, Saruman and Galadriel, correct?"
"I pray it doesn't." Gandalf said with a sigh. "I arranged this meeting with you because I wish to invite you along."
Liante stared at Gandalf with an unreadable expression. "What makes you think my assistance would prove beneficial to the Dwarf's quest?"
Gandalf gave Liante a knowing look. "Because you're assistance would improve the chances of the company getting to the mountain without the chance of death."
Liante grunted, knowing what Gandalf was really meaning. He looked away for several moments before looking at Gandalf. "You should find one of those Rangers to do it. I don't see why I should involve myself with this."
Gandalf smirked knowingly to himself, but said nothing. "In a week's time, I want you to meet me in Hobbiton, at night. You will know where I'll be."
Liante sighed at his characteristic elusiveness, but nonetheless nodded. "As you wish."
He got up to leave when Gandalf spoke. "Arwen misses you." Liante froze, staring ahead at where the door was. "I was in Rivendell not too long ago. She misses you."
Liante glanced at Gandalf before looking away, his expression softening a bit before he grunted and threw his hood up, walking out of the inn as Gandalf smile to himself.
'Now I see why it was best to avoid the land of Hobbits.' Liante thought to himself as he and his horse meandered through the little hobbit town. Gandalf could have given him more details – he knew he had to be in Hobbiton, but not which house he was looking for. Liante had been searching for the best part of an hour for some sort of sign as to where the wizard could be.
Liante couldn't believe he was doing this. He still couldn't believe that he made the decision to come to Hobbiton. But, a part of him said he was doing it because he... was bored and he enjoyed adventures that would take most of his time to deal with. Valor forbid his boredom makes him go do something stupid like hunt down Orc hunting parties or worse... visit his sister.
Shadowmere, Liante's horse and oldest friend that had been with him for many, many years, snorted and shook his head several times.
Liante patted the horse's neck gently. "I know, old friend. I know."
He tugged on his horse's reigns gently and directed her up a small hill.
A large looking house – large in the standards of hobbits, that was – was sat elegantly on the top of the hill, white smoke rising from the chimney. If the glowing blue mark on the door was not a good enough sign, the loud guffaws of the house's inhabitants would have been more than enough to convince him that he'd finally found the right place. Hobbits could never make that much noise, except in the Green Dragon Inn, but that was a mile or so away. Bit Liante knew one other race that could make such noise.
Dwarves.
After tying Shadowmere's reins to the fence surrounding the house's garden, and patting him gently on the nose, Liante walked up the steps and knocked on the green door three times. A strange hush fell over the group on the other side.
'I better not regret this.' Liante thought to himself as the door open and Liante had to look down.
A finely dressed hobbit met his gaze as the door was opened. He seemed irritated, but even more so when he saw him. Liante raised a slight eyebrow, before his gaze flickered to the gathering of Dwarves behind him, and, behind even that, to a smiling Gandalf.
"Gandalf." Liante said with annoyance, entering after the Hobbit silently invited him in, looking stressed and considering he had this many Dwarves in his house, Liante couldn't blame him. "You could've given me more details. I've been looking for the best part of an hour."
"Well, you found the place in the end." Gandalf said with a light smile.
Liante grunted as he pushed his cloak hood down, turning his gaze to the Dwarves, his eyes passing over each of them. They were quite the gathering, that was for certain; a wide range in age, hair colour, you name it. There was a Dwarf in a strange but quirky hat, and another stood just to his left with an axe shard in his forehead.
A strange group, indeed.
"Who is this, Gandalf?" A Dwarf stepped forward, his voice gruff and demanding. Liante knew who he was right away. Thorin Oakenshield.
"A friend I hope will help us on this quest." Gandalf explained.
"Of course you'd know I'd agree in the end." Liante muttered under his breath.
"Our business is our own. It has no concern of Man." Thorin said, almost with a sneer.
Liante almost scoffed. He was no Man.
"Thorin, Liante will prove to be great help. He has a great knowledge of the wild lands to the east." Gandalf said. "I wouldn't have asked him to come on this quest if I didn't trust him or believe he could be of help."
Liante shot Gandalf a look before turning his attention back to Thorin. "Be thankful I'm bothering with this, Dwarf. I know the wild and have much experience with everything you are likely to encounter on this quest."
Thorin looked extremely doubtful, even with Gandalf's assurances. It took many long seconds, but eventually he let out a long breath. "Very well. But I will not be responsible for anything that happens to you."
Liante's eyes narrowed. "Noted. I can take care of myself. "
With a stiff nod, Thorin led the Dwarf party into the next room. Liante threw Gandalf an annoyed look at the Wizard just looked amused. "Don't be surprised if I feel like killing one of them." Liante muttered before entering the next room with the Dwarves.
Seeing as there were no seats left, Liante just leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest, not bothered with his sword and dagger pressing against the wall and digging into his back. The Dwarves were speaking about their quest, but Liante was barely listening. What was there to listen to? They wanted to take back their mountain, which currently belongs to a fire-breathing dragon and the Dwarves are looking for a way in.
Silently, and unnoticed, Liante left the room and ducked out of the house. The night was cool, the air crisp. Standing inside such a small house for so long had stiffened Liante's back, so he quickly stretched to loosen the tight muscles. Once that was done, he crossed his arms and stared up at the moon, letting his mind wander.
A few minutes later, he was snapped out of his state when he heard the thundering sound of Gandalf's 'dark' voice rumble through the door. Knowing Gandalf did not get angry so easily, Liante went back into the house to see what was going on, only to see the customary darkness that spread outwards from the wizard was slowly retreating back into him. Wondering if he had missed out on anything important, Liante decided that he should perhaps stay, and moved to stand against the wall.
"Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet," the wizard declared firmly. "In fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose. And while Smaug is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the smell of hobbit is all but unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage." Gandalf turned to Thorin, his eyes blazing. "You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen Mister Baggins. There's a lot more to him than appearances suggest, and he's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including himself. You must trust me on this."
Thorin sighed, but nonetheless relented. "Very well. We will do it your way."
"No, no, no," Bilbo protested vehemently, shaking his head, only for his words to fall on deaf ears.
"Give him the contract," Thorin ordered with a bark.
Not interested in anything further, Liante went off into another room and remained there. He was making it very clear he wanted to be left alone. He preferred to be left alone.
Except when around her...
Liante didn't know how long had passed, but he knew it had to have been quite a bit as he noticed the Dwarves had went to the living room. Suddenly the air felt heavy, a sombre mood permeating the whole room. The Dwarves began humming.
Then Thorin began to sing.
"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold."
"The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light..."
And that's it for the first chapter everyone. I hope you all enjoyed it. try and give this story a chance. I know my OC comes off as this cold, rude asshole, but considering who his parents are, who his father is... you really think he had the best of childhoods?