Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings from Lord of the Rings or Avatar
Title: Sacred of the Spirit Tree
Fandom: Lord of the Rings/Avatar
Rating: T for violence and language
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Friendship, Angst, Romance
Note: Legolas x OC, Slow-burn
Summary:
After a devastating war claims her family, Ra'evani, a Na'vi warrior, is transported by the Spirit Tree to Middle-earth. In this new land, she is captured by Legolas, an elven prince burdened by his own tragic past.
As Ra'evani grapples with her dual identity and the memories of her fallen loved ones, she discovers her purpose as a protector of the forest.
Together, they navigate their grief, form a deep bond, and face the looming threat of Sauron.
Will Ra'evani and Legolas overcome their pasts and forge a path of hope and redemption?
Author's note:
Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic, so please go easy on me. I've poured a lot of love and effort into this story, and I hope you enjoy it. This is only a light cross-over with Avatar, so no hard feelings, especially since there is always an index table of Na'vi words at the start of each chapter
This story unfolds across three distinct parts in one:
Part 1: Flee of the Fallen
Part 2: Of Blue and Light
Part 3: Guardian of the Forest
Part 1: Flee of the Fallen
Chapter 1: The Silent Scream
Index Table:
Neural Queue: A specialized organ, resembling a braid, that Na'vi use to connect with other creatures or the environment, allowing them to form a physical and spiritual bond.
Spirit Tree: Also known as the Tree of Souls, a sacred and powerful tree that connects the Na'vi to their ancestors and Eywa, the deity representing the interconnectedness of all life.
Ikran: A large, colorful flying creature, also known as a mountain banshee, that the Na'vi bond with and ride. The bond between a Na'vi and their Ikran is deeply spiritual and lifelong.
Pandora: The lush, habitable moon where the Na'vi live, known for its rich biodiversity and bioluminescent flora and fauna.
Na'vi: The indigenous humanoid species of Pandora, known for their blue skin, bioluminescent markings, and deep connection to nature.
Bioluminescent Markings: The glowing patterns on Na'vi skin that light up in the dark, reflecting their emotions and connection to the natural world. These markings are unique to each Na'vi and add to their ethereal appearance.
When an axe embedded in her father's chest, and he had fallen from the branch, she had screamed, the sound tearing through the forest like a wounded animal. Blood had splattered onto the leaves below.
When a dagger slit the throat of Locke as he struggled, the youngest brother of the family, she had screamed, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
When an arrow struck the back of Nataya, her twin brother, she had screamed, watching him stumble forward before collapsing, the shaft protruding grotesquely from his back.
And when they threw her mother and Elara, her little sister, into the fire, she had screamed again, her voice breaking as she watched the flames engulf them, their screams mingling with hers.
Now, she could no longer scream; her voice was too hoarse, and her throat too tight.
Ra'evani could still remember the time before the war. It was such peace that she used to hear the trees sing along with her after dinner and the quiet screeching sound of Ikrans. She used to sing late into the night, braiding her sister's hair while she slept, sucking her thumb.
"Ra'evani,"her mother used to scowl, "go to bed right now, or you will never become a great warrior like your father."
She would widen her eyes innocently at the threat and then curl under the covers willingly, listening to her mother singing to the trees of Pandora and her father's silent smile as he hummed along, the warmth of their presence lulling her to sleep.
Ra'evani's hold on Lizard, her Ikran's leather rein, tightened, the rough texture grounding her in the present.
Placing a foot on Lizard's back to steady herself, she held up a hand and measured the night stars. Her blue skin almost blended into the dark-blue sky itself, and her bioluminescent markings almost looked like stars, a faint reminder of the life she once knew.
"Five more miles to go," she thought, sinking back into the saddle.
The forest was silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures. As Ra'evani dismounted from Lizard, she lightly petted its forehead as it snuggled for comfort and signaled for it to follow her through the forest. The silence was so complete that it seemed to amplify the faintest of sounds—the distant hoot of an owl, or the gentle brush of Lizard's wings against the leaves of Pandora.
She couldn't see the path ahead of her, her bioluminescent markings losing their usual ethereal glow since she had lost her entire family and her entire tribe to the hands of the enemy tribe.
"At least I still have you,"she whispered to Lizard, feeling its comforting presence behind her.
There was no need for extra lighting anyway, for the Spirit Tree was right in front of her.
The Spirit Tree stood at the heart of the forest, a timeless sentinel bathed in a radiant, ethereal glow. Its immense trunk was a tapestry of intertwining vines and ancient, sinuous roots that delved deep into the earth, anchoring it firmly to the world. The bark was a luminous silver, shimmering softly in the dim light, as if woven from the very essence of the stars themselves.
As Ra'evani approached, she could see delicate tendrils of bioluminescent light winding their way up the tree's trunk, pulsating gently like the heartbeat of the forest. From her heart, she felt the pureness of the tree, untouched by the chaos of the outside world.
The Spirit Tree's glow grew brighter with each step, as if welcoming her into its embrace. Her breath caught in her throat as she knelt at the base of the tree and reached for the neural queue.
She held her queue in her hands, watching the neural tendrils at the tip struggle to feel the embrace of the mother tree.
"Great Mother," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I am lost. My family is gone, and I carry the weight of their deaths. Show me a path, a way to heal and find purpose once more."
As if in response, the Spirit Tree's glow intensified, casting a warm light that seemed to seep into her very soul.
She closed her eyes and connected her queue with its branch.
Her life flashed across her mind, each memory clear and sharp, yet it felt like an eternity as she relived them..
She was one, and her mother taught her to connect hers and Nataya's neural queues to the stem of a flower, how bioluminescent markings had lit up with wonder when it bloomed and aroma filled her nasal, a moment of pure magic.
She was three, and her father placed a knife in her small hands and taught her to combat, its leather rough against her soft palm, the sense of pride and determination swelling within her.
She was four, and mother handed Nataya little Locke as he struggled to escape his hold, and her twin brother vowed to train him to be the best warrior on Pandora. They had roared with laughter, so hard the toddler began to cry at the sound.
She was five, she stood by the river and successfully shot a fish with her small bow. The fish was pressed against a smooth piece of rock, and her father showed her how to take out the guts while giving her praises.
She was six, she held little Elara as the toddler wiggled in her arms, the light of the setting sun casting a golden glow on their faces.
She was ten, she leaped on baby Lizard and slammed her neural queue on the Ikran's, grabbing its neck to prevent herself from falling from the cliff.
She was thirteen, and she watched her mother traced the warrior rune across her face, neck and arms to get ready for her life as a true Na'vi warrior, and the pride shining in her mother's wrinkled eyes.
She was fifteen, she persuaded Elara to learn self-defense after her healer's lessons as his father told them of the attack on a nearby village.
She was seventeen, the chief blew the alarm, and the entire tribe drew their weapons to defend themselves against the invading tribe.
The axe embedded in her father's chest, blood spilling as he fell. The moment stretched, each heartbeat an agonizing second as she watched him crumble.
Then Locke, Nataya, mother, Elara.
All of them fell.
Ra'evani screamed, a sharp knife that gleaned through the night. Her grief and pain cut deeper than any weapon, a relentless torment that left her gasping for breath.
And she fell.