When Worlds Collide
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,819
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 4
Fic: When Worlds Collided (4/?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash M/M Sexual situation. AU, Crossover
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor, Elrond/?, ?/?
Summery:What would happen if two people from different worlds who was never supposed to meet, ran into one another?
(NOTES)
This idea came to me a few years ago, but I never got around to writing it. After months of the worse writers block in the history of man, this idea came back with a vengeance! After chewing on my ankles for the last week, I decided to sit down and write it. I must warn you...this is a crossover between Star Wars/LOTR. It is also a AU from a galaxy far far away in my little warped mind! **In this fic Qui-Gon never died! As a matter of fact......it was another Master and Apprentice team that was sent to Naboo!!! This is set a few years after Obi-Wan has been knighted.**
**Also over the years I see that there has been some confusion on the color of Obi-Wan's eyes. Are they blue, or are they green? For this fic, I took the safe road and decided to combine the colors....so his eyes are hazel!**
*Please read and review!*
Even before the words were completely out of his mouth, Erestor watched in amazement as Glorfindel launched himself forward towards the falling Adan.
Strong arms effortlessly caught the unconscious man, and Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor with a wiry smile on his lips.
"Look at what I caught. Can I keep it?" Glorfindel asked with a deadpan _expression.
Erestor rolled his eyes at Glorfindel's antics, as he moved towards the Captain and the injured man.
"What did I say last time? No, you never remember to feed them!" Erestor said in the same deadpan _expression, as he removed his cloak.
Spreading the garment on the forest floor, "Lay him here, so I can look over his injuries." Erestor said, as he started to remove a small bag at his waist.
Glorfindel lowered himself to one knee, as he gently laid the senseless man upon Erestor's cloak. The Captain immediately started to examine the freely bleeding arrow wound to the man's upper thigh, and he swore softly as he recognized the early signs of Orc poisoning.
"Valar! He has been poisoned! Do you have any of that gook of Elrond's?" Glorfindel asked, as he removed his outer tunic and started to rip it into thin strips.
Erestor was pleased to see that the Captain had the foresight to start preparing bandages, and then the elf just had to ruin it by opening his mouth.
"That "gook of Elrond's" is a poultice,and is the antidote." Erestor stressed out, as if he were speaking to a child, and a dimwitted one at that!
"Of course I have it. For some reason, Elrond never lets one of your patrols leave Imladris without someone having a emergency healing kit with them." Erestor said, as he removed the contents from the kit Elrond had personally handed to him.
Erestor leaned over the man and after tearing open the cloth from around the man's wound, he gently probed at the wound. The arrow left a hole roughly the size of a large coin in his thigh, and the freely flowing blood had kept any foreign materials from entering the wound.
Retrieving the small jar containing the poultice, Erestor removed a large portion of it, and pressed it firmly into the open wound. Motioning with his hand towards Glorfindel, he indicated he needed the bandages.
Once the Captain handed him the strips of cloth, Erestor tightly bound the wound with sure hands. Hands that were taught the knowledge of emergency care, from Arda's greatest healer.
In the meantime, Glorfindel had turned his attention to the unconscious man himself. The man had a youthful clean shaved face, witch was unusual. Most adult human males that Glorfindel had ever met, would let their facial hair grow in once they were old enough. The man before him had to be in his mid twenty's, Glorfindel figured. While with Elves this was considered being very young, with humans it was another matter all together.
The human hair was a strange burnt copper in color, and if a person looked even closer, they could see elements of brown and blond mixed together. In all, it gave the human a very distinct coloring.
The Male's face was very pale, mainly from the poisoning Glorfindel noted and there was a small natural beauty mark located near the man's mouth, that Glorfindel knew many females would die for.
The man was a little on the short side, even for a human, but he had the well defined muscles of a warrior. He was lithe and compact, made for movement. Not unlike how Elves were built, and Glorfindel had to admit the man's over all appearance was well pleasing to the eye.
"He is feverish, and I found another wound on his shoulder from earlier. We must get him to some place safe, so I can try to contact Lord Elrond. He would know more about how to treat these wounds." Erestor said, snapping Glorfindel out of his musings.
Glorfindel nodded that he understood, and wrapping the injured man in Erestor's cloak, he carefully lifted the deathly injured man.
"Lead the way, My Dear Councilor." Glorfindel said, as Erestor finished replacing his healing kit.
"Then lets go." Erestor said as he turned, and started issuing orders to the guards.
(Meanwhile in another part of the forest)
A small silver craft slowly descended to the forest floor, near to where the requje of another similar to it had come to rest. The craft was silent, barely causing any disturbance to the surrounding plant and animal wildlife, as it landed with a careful persidtion that showed the obvious skills of it's pilot.
As soon as the craft had settled, it's side door slid open with a soft "whoosh". A large dark brown cloaked figure emerged from it, and impatiently headed for the wreckage of the downed craft.
After several minutes of intense searching, the figure pulled the cowl of his cloak off his head in futrastion. "Damn Obi-Wan, where are you!" Qui-Gon Jinn growled out in a mixture of frustration, and concern for his former Apprentice.
His former Apprentice was reported missing in the last ten-day, and while Jedi were taught that attachments were frowned upon, Qui-Gon could not help but worry for his Friend.
Besides, when had he ever been known to do what others thought he should.
Closing his eyes, Qui-gon focused on the remaining bond between them, and searched out for any signs of his former Apprentice. That was another thing that was different about Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and other Jedi. The bond that the Force itself had created between them did not die, even when Obi-Wan had been Knighted.
Then he felt it! A small ripple, but a ripple never less! Obi-Wan was here, and alive!
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon sighed in relief. He could tell his former Apprentice was seriously injured, but he still lived!
"I'm coming" Qui-Gin sent out along their joint bond, and then started walking in the direction that he knew Obi-Wan to be in.
(In Imladris)
A raven haired elf, suddenly snapped his head upwards from the reading he had been concentrating on, when a strong mental call slammed into him.
His normally stormy Grey eyes, turned a fluid silvery color as he cast his mind out into the world.
{I'm coming}
"Interesting" Elrond whispered to himself.
TBC
Darkladyd
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash M/M Sexual situation. AU, Crossover
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor, Elrond/?, ?/?
Summery:What would happen if two people from different worlds who was never supposed to meet, ran into one another?
(NOTES)
This idea came to me a few years ago, but I never got around to writing it. After months of the worse writers block in the history of man, this idea came back with a vengeance! After chewing on my ankles for the last week, I decided to sit down and write it. I must warn you...this is a crossover between Star Wars/LOTR. It is also a AU from a galaxy far far away in my little warped mind! **In this fic Qui-Gon never died! As a matter of fact......it was another Master and Apprentice team that was sent to Naboo!!! This is set a few years after Obi-Wan has been knighted.**
**Also over the years I see that there has been some confusion on the color of Obi-Wan's eyes. Are they blue, or are they green? For this fic, I took the safe road and decided to combine the colors....so his eyes are hazel!**
*Please read and review!*
Even before the words were completely out of his mouth, Erestor watched in amazement as Glorfindel launched himself forward towards the falling Adan.
Strong arms effortlessly caught the unconscious man, and Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor with a wiry smile on his lips.
"Look at what I caught. Can I keep it?" Glorfindel asked with a deadpan _expression.
Erestor rolled his eyes at Glorfindel's antics, as he moved towards the Captain and the injured man.
"What did I say last time? No, you never remember to feed them!" Erestor said in the same deadpan _expression, as he removed his cloak.
Spreading the garment on the forest floor, "Lay him here, so I can look over his injuries." Erestor said, as he started to remove a small bag at his waist.
Glorfindel lowered himself to one knee, as he gently laid the senseless man upon Erestor's cloak. The Captain immediately started to examine the freely bleeding arrow wound to the man's upper thigh, and he swore softly as he recognized the early signs of Orc poisoning.
"Valar! He has been poisoned! Do you have any of that gook of Elrond's?" Glorfindel asked, as he removed his outer tunic and started to rip it into thin strips.
Erestor was pleased to see that the Captain had the foresight to start preparing bandages, and then the elf just had to ruin it by opening his mouth.
"That "gook of Elrond's" is a poultice,and is the antidote." Erestor stressed out, as if he were speaking to a child, and a dimwitted one at that!
"Of course I have it. For some reason, Elrond never lets one of your patrols leave Imladris without someone having a emergency healing kit with them." Erestor said, as he removed the contents from the kit Elrond had personally handed to him.
Erestor leaned over the man and after tearing open the cloth from around the man's wound, he gently probed at the wound. The arrow left a hole roughly the size of a large coin in his thigh, and the freely flowing blood had kept any foreign materials from entering the wound.
Retrieving the small jar containing the poultice, Erestor removed a large portion of it, and pressed it firmly into the open wound. Motioning with his hand towards Glorfindel, he indicated he needed the bandages.
Once the Captain handed him the strips of cloth, Erestor tightly bound the wound with sure hands. Hands that were taught the knowledge of emergency care, from Arda's greatest healer.
In the meantime, Glorfindel had turned his attention to the unconscious man himself. The man had a youthful clean shaved face, witch was unusual. Most adult human males that Glorfindel had ever met, would let their facial hair grow in once they were old enough. The man before him had to be in his mid twenty's, Glorfindel figured. While with Elves this was considered being very young, with humans it was another matter all together.
The human hair was a strange burnt copper in color, and if a person looked even closer, they could see elements of brown and blond mixed together. In all, it gave the human a very distinct coloring.
The Male's face was very pale, mainly from the poisoning Glorfindel noted and there was a small natural beauty mark located near the man's mouth, that Glorfindel knew many females would die for.
The man was a little on the short side, even for a human, but he had the well defined muscles of a warrior. He was lithe and compact, made for movement. Not unlike how Elves were built, and Glorfindel had to admit the man's over all appearance was well pleasing to the eye.
"He is feverish, and I found another wound on his shoulder from earlier. We must get him to some place safe, so I can try to contact Lord Elrond. He would know more about how to treat these wounds." Erestor said, snapping Glorfindel out of his musings.
Glorfindel nodded that he understood, and wrapping the injured man in Erestor's cloak, he carefully lifted the deathly injured man.
"Lead the way, My Dear Councilor." Glorfindel said, as Erestor finished replacing his healing kit.
"Then lets go." Erestor said as he turned, and started issuing orders to the guards.
(Meanwhile in another part of the forest)
A small silver craft slowly descended to the forest floor, near to where the requje of another similar to it had come to rest. The craft was silent, barely causing any disturbance to the surrounding plant and animal wildlife, as it landed with a careful persidtion that showed the obvious skills of it's pilot.
As soon as the craft had settled, it's side door slid open with a soft "whoosh". A large dark brown cloaked figure emerged from it, and impatiently headed for the wreckage of the downed craft.
After several minutes of intense searching, the figure pulled the cowl of his cloak off his head in futrastion. "Damn Obi-Wan, where are you!" Qui-Gon Jinn growled out in a mixture of frustration, and concern for his former Apprentice.
His former Apprentice was reported missing in the last ten-day, and while Jedi were taught that attachments were frowned upon, Qui-Gon could not help but worry for his Friend.
Besides, when had he ever been known to do what others thought he should.
Closing his eyes, Qui-gon focused on the remaining bond between them, and searched out for any signs of his former Apprentice. That was another thing that was different about Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and other Jedi. The bond that the Force itself had created between them did not die, even when Obi-Wan had been Knighted.
Then he felt it! A small ripple, but a ripple never less! Obi-Wan was here, and alive!
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon sighed in relief. He could tell his former Apprentice was seriously injured, but he still lived!
"I'm coming" Qui-Gin sent out along their joint bond, and then started walking in the direction that he knew Obi-Wan to be in.
(In Imladris)
A raven haired elf, suddenly snapped his head upwards from the reading he had been concentrating on, when a strong mental call slammed into him.
His normally stormy Grey eyes, turned a fluid silvery color as he cast his mind out into the world.
{I'm coming}
"Interesting" Elrond whispered to himself.
TBC
Darkladyd