When Worlds Collide
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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4,806
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7
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When Worlds Collied
Fic: When Worlds Collied
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 from far far away in my little warped mind!
Please Read and Review, as I don't know if I should continue with
this fic
Glorfindel sighed once again, as he watched at least half of his
guards attempt to round up the straggling group of young scribes they
were escorting to Imladris. It had not been his idea to begin with,
when he got word form the Lady of the Golden Woods, that they would
be having a few extra elves returning with them.
Glorfindel, and the ever irritably Master Scribe Erestor had be
readying to leave the Golden Woods after their extended stay, when
The lady had sent for them. It was her idea that since Elrond had
sent Erestor to their realm as a type of exchange of knowledge, that
she would send a handful of her younger training scribes to learn at
the hands of Elrond basic healing techniques.
The handful turn out to be twenty-six wet behind the ears, and
untrained in warfare youngsters! Glorfindel could have sworn that, if
it had not been for the fact that he was an elf, would have had a
heart attack. To say Erestor was not happy, would be the
understatement of the century.
Erestor had mumbled under his breath for the first two days, and now
on the thrid day of their journey, it was really beginning to get on
Glorfindel's nerves! "What was I supposed to do? Refuse the Golden
Lady?" Glorfindel asked himself, snorting to himself at the
ridiculous idea.
Ever since they had started the journey, his guards did nothing more
than gather the continually straying youngsters back into a protected
formation. This continual gathering of the wayward "sheep" as
Glorfindel started to think of them, left their group in a less than
ideal formation.
Glorfindel kicked the sides of his horse to break the animal into a
trot, as he headed towards a silver headed youth that had somehow
escaped his guards attention. Closing behind the youth quickly,
Glorfindel slapped the blunt side of his sword against the youth's
backside, as he jerked his head towards the formation of the rest of
the traveling party.
The youth had a lovely blush across his cheeks, as he gazed stunned
up into Glorfindel's face, and the youth returned to the group with a
softly growled command.
Glorfindel had just turned his horse around to return to the group
himself, when his worse fear came to life before his eyes.
Hordes of Orcs poured out of the surrounding forest they were passing
through, and in a manner of moments the evil creatures had the sorely
protected group surrounded.
Glorfindel jumped down from his horse, and shoved the youth he had
just chastise behind himself, as he drew his sword. Glancing to his
sides, Glorfindel could see his men making ready just as he was, and
he sighed in relief when he realized that all of the wayward youths
were between his men.
His group numbered twenty guards, Erestor who had training as a
fighter, the youths and himself. He counted at least twice that
number of orcs, and Glorfindel knew they were in serious trouble.
Raising his sword above his head, Glorfindel was about to give the
order to attack, when the second surprise of the day stepped out of
the forest.
Glorfindel could not tell if this being was elf, man, or orc for that
matter, because this new comer was draped head to toe in a dark brown
outer robe of some sort. The person's head was also covered by the
cowl of this cloak, and was pulled so low that Glorfindel could not
even see a face.
The orcs seemed as stunned by the new arrival as they were, as they
kept nervously glancing at the person.
"Go, and leave this place. Or, harm you shall find here." Came a
strong commanding voice from the newcomer, and Glorfindel was amazed
as he watch a few of the orcs lower their weapons.
Glorfindel held his breath in shock, as he watched the stranger
slowly started walking towards them. The person raised on of his
hands, and Glorfindel was surprised once again, as he saw that the
hand was empty of any kind of weapon.
"You do not wish to harm these people. You will leave in peace." The
commanding voice came again, and Glorfindel's eyes brows did a good
impression of Lord Elrond's, when he watched more than half of orcs
simply drop their weapons and walked back into the forest.
The stranger was only a few yards form their position, and the rest
of the orcs turned towards him. Because Glorfindel was more than
certain at this point that the stranger was a male, from the sound of
his voice.
The remaining orcs, perhaps thirty in total seemed to forget about
the elven party, as they turned their anger and confusion on the
stranger. In a matter of seconds the orcs charged the stranger, and
Glorfindel ordered his men to start shooting their arrows to cover
the unarmed male.
Suddenly screams of pain and fear erupted from the orcs, as
Glorfindel watched in stunned shock. A glowing sword that seemed to
be made out of lighting, was crashing through the streaming horde of
orcs, and Glorfindel watched in disbelief as the stranger moved
faster than any elf he had ever seen before.
The stranger raised his hand once again, and a group of orcs trying
to ease around the being, was suddenly flying though the air as if
they had been blasted away by a mighty wind.
All the while, his guards were steadily bringing down more orcs with
carefully aimed arrows, afraid one of the arrows would accidentally
hit the stranger.
The stranger was in no danger of being hit by one of their arrows, as
he moved with the steady grace of the flowing waters. It was almost
as if he was flicking in and out of their eyesight, with the speed he
moved.
The stranger's aim was true and deadly, as he brought down orc after
orc, and within a few minutes the orcs laid dead at their feet.
Glorfindel lowered his sword, as he watch the stranger press
something on the silver handle of his glowing sword, and the eerily
bluish-white of the blade disappeared.
The brown cloaked stranger, merely inclined his head towards
Glorfindel, and without a word turned towards the forest and
disappeared with it.
(A few hours later)
After making sure none of his group received any wounds, Glorfindel
order camp to be set up, and he was relaxing within his tent.
"I have never seen anything like that Erestor. His movements were
fast and agile, even for a elf." Glorfindel said, after he took a sip
of his wine.
Erestor raised his head, and cocked an eyebrow at Glorfindel. "And,
what of that weapon?" Erestor asked, just as much in confusion as his
friend.
Before Glorfindel could reply, the flap of his tent suddenly open and
his second in command came marching into the tent, holding something
in his hands.
"What do you have there, my fiend?" Glorfindel asked, knowing his
second would never disturb him unless it was urgent.
"The guards found this, as they searched the surrounding area." The
lieutenant said, as he placed a bloodied arrow upon the table before
Glorfindel.
"A arrow? I thought none of our men were injured?" Glorfindel asked,
as he picked the arrow up and examined it.
"They were not, Captain. I double checked to make sure." The lieutenant said, as he removed his helmet.
Erestor moved forward, and took the arrow form Glorfindel's hand, examining it very carefully. "The blood is red, so it is not orc. If none of our men were injured, then this could have only come from one place. And there is something else." Erestor said, as he sniffed the shaft of the arrow.
"What is it Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, worry starting to creep into his voice.
"It's poisoned." Erestor said flatly.
Glorfindel sat back with a hiss, knowing from experience what orc poison could do to a person.
"We must find him!" Glorfindel ordered out, as he stood.
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 from far far away in my little warped mind!
Please Read and Review, as I don't know if I should continue with
this fic
Glorfindel sighed once again, as he watched at least half of his
guards attempt to round up the straggling group of young scribes they
were escorting to Imladris. It had not been his idea to begin with,
when he got word form the Lady of the Golden Woods, that they would
be having a few extra elves returning with them.
Glorfindel, and the ever irritably Master Scribe Erestor had be
readying to leave the Golden Woods after their extended stay, when
The lady had sent for them. It was her idea that since Elrond had
sent Erestor to their realm as a type of exchange of knowledge, that
she would send a handful of her younger training scribes to learn at
the hands of Elrond basic healing techniques.
The handful turn out to be twenty-six wet behind the ears, and
untrained in warfare youngsters! Glorfindel could have sworn that, if
it had not been for the fact that he was an elf, would have had a
heart attack. To say Erestor was not happy, would be the
understatement of the century.
Erestor had mumbled under his breath for the first two days, and now
on the thrid day of their journey, it was really beginning to get on
Glorfindel's nerves! "What was I supposed to do? Refuse the Golden
Lady?" Glorfindel asked himself, snorting to himself at the
ridiculous idea.
Ever since they had started the journey, his guards did nothing more
than gather the continually straying youngsters back into a protected
formation. This continual gathering of the wayward "sheep" as
Glorfindel started to think of them, left their group in a less than
ideal formation.
Glorfindel kicked the sides of his horse to break the animal into a
trot, as he headed towards a silver headed youth that had somehow
escaped his guards attention. Closing behind the youth quickly,
Glorfindel slapped the blunt side of his sword against the youth's
backside, as he jerked his head towards the formation of the rest of
the traveling party.
The youth had a lovely blush across his cheeks, as he gazed stunned
up into Glorfindel's face, and the youth returned to the group with a
softly growled command.
Glorfindel had just turned his horse around to return to the group
himself, when his worse fear came to life before his eyes.
Hordes of Orcs poured out of the surrounding forest they were passing
through, and in a manner of moments the evil creatures had the sorely
protected group surrounded.
Glorfindel jumped down from his horse, and shoved the youth he had
just chastise behind himself, as he drew his sword. Glancing to his
sides, Glorfindel could see his men making ready just as he was, and
he sighed in relief when he realized that all of the wayward youths
were between his men.
His group numbered twenty guards, Erestor who had training as a
fighter, the youths and himself. He counted at least twice that
number of orcs, and Glorfindel knew they were in serious trouble.
Raising his sword above his head, Glorfindel was about to give the
order to attack, when the second surprise of the day stepped out of
the forest.
Glorfindel could not tell if this being was elf, man, or orc for that
matter, because this new comer was draped head to toe in a dark brown
outer robe of some sort. The person's head was also covered by the
cowl of this cloak, and was pulled so low that Glorfindel could not
even see a face.
The orcs seemed as stunned by the new arrival as they were, as they
kept nervously glancing at the person.
"Go, and leave this place. Or, harm you shall find here." Came a
strong commanding voice from the newcomer, and Glorfindel was amazed
as he watch a few of the orcs lower their weapons.
Glorfindel held his breath in shock, as he watched the stranger
slowly started walking towards them. The person raised on of his
hands, and Glorfindel was surprised once again, as he saw that the
hand was empty of any kind of weapon.
"You do not wish to harm these people. You will leave in peace." The
commanding voice came again, and Glorfindel's eyes brows did a good
impression of Lord Elrond's, when he watched more than half of orcs
simply drop their weapons and walked back into the forest.
The stranger was only a few yards form their position, and the rest
of the orcs turned towards him. Because Glorfindel was more than
certain at this point that the stranger was a male, from the sound of
his voice.
The remaining orcs, perhaps thirty in total seemed to forget about
the elven party, as they turned their anger and confusion on the
stranger. In a matter of seconds the orcs charged the stranger, and
Glorfindel ordered his men to start shooting their arrows to cover
the unarmed male.
Suddenly screams of pain and fear erupted from the orcs, as
Glorfindel watched in stunned shock. A glowing sword that seemed to
be made out of lighting, was crashing through the streaming horde of
orcs, and Glorfindel watched in disbelief as the stranger moved
faster than any elf he had ever seen before.
The stranger raised his hand once again, and a group of orcs trying
to ease around the being, was suddenly flying though the air as if
they had been blasted away by a mighty wind.
All the while, his guards were steadily bringing down more orcs with
carefully aimed arrows, afraid one of the arrows would accidentally
hit the stranger.
The stranger was in no danger of being hit by one of their arrows, as
he moved with the steady grace of the flowing waters. It was almost
as if he was flicking in and out of their eyesight, with the speed he
moved.
The stranger's aim was true and deadly, as he brought down orc after
orc, and within a few minutes the orcs laid dead at their feet.
Glorfindel lowered his sword, as he watch the stranger press
something on the silver handle of his glowing sword, and the eerily
bluish-white of the blade disappeared.
The brown cloaked stranger, merely inclined his head towards
Glorfindel, and without a word turned towards the forest and
disappeared with it.
(A few hours later)
After making sure none of his group received any wounds, Glorfindel
order camp to be set up, and he was relaxing within his tent.
"I have never seen anything like that Erestor. His movements were
fast and agile, even for a elf." Glorfindel said, after he took a sip
of his wine.
Erestor raised his head, and cocked an eyebrow at Glorfindel. "And,
what of that weapon?" Erestor asked, just as much in confusion as his
friend.
Before Glorfindel could reply, the flap of his tent suddenly open and
his second in command came marching into the tent, holding something
in his hands.
"What do you have there, my fiend?" Glorfindel asked, knowing his
second would never disturb him unless it was urgent.
"The guards found this, as they searched the surrounding area." The
lieutenant said, as he placed a bloodied arrow upon the table before
Glorfindel.
"A arrow? I thought none of our men were injured?" Glorfindel asked,
as he picked the arrow up and examined it.
"They were not, Captain. I double checked to make sure." The lieutenant said, as he removed his helmet.
Erestor moved forward, and took the arrow form Glorfindel's hand, examining it very carefully. "The blood is red, so it is not orc. If none of our men were injured, then this could have only come from one place. And there is something else." Erestor said, as he sniffed the shaft of the arrow.
"What is it Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, worry starting to creep into his voice.
"It's poisoned." Erestor said flatly.
Glorfindel sat back with a hiss, knowing from experience what orc poison could do to a person.
"We must find him!" Glorfindel ordered out, as he stood.
TBC
Darkladyd