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slashing_lorneI really tried to finish this earlier but the neighbor's flooded their house (we live in a duplex) and so we had 4 inches of water to deal with in the basement. (Yes, it's finished--bathroom, 3 bedrooms etc...) BUT...Here is the first part of the story....
I hope you like it.
Title: Starwatchers
Author: Larian Elensar
Fandom: LotR/Tolkien with Stargate Atlantis (SGA)
Characters: Lorien Elves: Haldir, Celeborn, Rúmil; Rohan: Théodred ; SGA: Major Evan Lorne, USAF
50 Passages Prompt: 037. I see strange tales are woven about you.
100 Situations Prompt: 085. Myth.
Fanfic100 Prompt: 044. Circle.
25 Fluffy Fics (Lorien Elves) Prompt: 025. Writer's Choice - Myth
25 Fluffy Fics (Théodred) Prompt: 024. Writer's Choice - Myth
Word Count: 2394 (so far)
Rating: G (general)
Beta: Luin gave it a quick read, but the mistakes are totally mine.
Summary: It had to be done. Major Lorne (Stargate Atlantis) ends up in Middle Earth. It could happen!
Author's Notes:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miriel had something similar planned awhile ago (an SGA/LotR crossover with Lorne as one of the key SGA characters), I'm just using the basic idea of having Lorne enter Middle Earth through the Stargate. After that, any similar things are purely coincidental. And though it really shouldn't be necessary, this story is totally AU from Tolkien canon, it does not follow any particular timeline in SGA or Tolkien so don't worry about Théodred meeting Lorien elves when it never happened in the books.
My 50Passages Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/148192.html
My Fanfic 100 Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/151176.html
My 100 Situations Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/182277.html
My 25 Fluffy Fics Tables (Lorien Elves & Théodred): http://larian.livejournal.com/174418.html
oooOOOooo
Lorne went through the gate first, he was point on this mission. The wormhole didn't feel like it usually did. There was a weird jolt just after he got into the vortex. He'd never felt that before from any of the many gates he'd walked through. He hadn't felt anything like that going through any of the space gates in Pegasus either. As soon as he stepped out of the gate and into the planet's atmosphere, he realized why he'd never felt that before. He wasn't on BR-549. He was in some sort of a cave, at least it felt clammy and damp, and it was dark. The light from the event horizon only showed moss-covered walls. At least he assumed it was moss. It smelled like a cave too. He tried to radio back to Atlantis while the wormhole was still open, but he got only static in return.
"This is not good." Where had he ended up? And why? It was probably one of those solarflareblackholealternativereality things. Well, he better find the DHD and get back to Atlantis. If he could. When the gate shut down he used the light on his P-90 to sweep around the room or cave, looking for the dialing platform. Nothing. Okay. Maybe it was hidden behind something, in another cavern or—and this was the absolute worst case—there wasn't one. Maybe it had been destroyed or something. Although if the gate survived, the DHD should be around as well.
His first look around at the walls showed him only one obvious exit, so he slowly made his way over to it. There was nothing spectacular about this particular cave, besides the gate, that is. The exit led to a slightly bigger cavern, which also had only one way out. Lorne made his way through the next few caves, always choosing the path that led up. He hoped that perhaps by going up, he’d eventually get out.
He didn’t know how long he’d walked, but he’d made steady upward progress until he reached daylight. The hole in the rock wall was small, but a little twisting and wiggling and he’d landed outside, on the ground, in the middle of a bunch of bushes, still thickly covered in leaves and greenery. Great. It was probably this planet’s version of poison ivy. He jerked his pack back on, he’d shoved it through first, picked up his gun and tried to carefully find his way out of the thick foliage.
He was trying to be quiet, but it was nearly impossible not to move branches and make noise as he fought his way through the brush. If there were any indigenous life around, they’d surely heard him by now. He didn’t know it, but he was right.
oooOOOooo
Théodred shook his head, almost in disgust. Whomever was moving around in that brush certainly wasn’t trying to sneak up on anyone. He raised his hand and made a few signals so that the others who were behind him would back off a bit. It probably wasn’t wise, but Théodred had a feeling that the person making all that noise wasn’t going to come out brandishing a spear or a bow. If they were trying an assault, they would have been much quieter, and not rooting around like orcs on a holiday.
Théodred stood at the far edge of a small clearing in the brush, several of his riders within seeing distance behind him and even more behind them, a few seconds away, out of sight. When the stranger stepped out into the clearing, he was met with Théodred, standing alert and ready, but there was no weapon raised against him. He had, by instinct, raised his own weapon, but lowered it marginally when he saw that Théodred was not armed, nor did he look as if he was likely to attack in the next few moments.
Lorne did the only thing he could. He asked where he was.
“Where is this? What planet am I on?”
Théodred shook his head. What was this stranger on about? He did not even know where he was?
“You are in the kingdom of Rohan. This land belongs to the people of Rohan, and the King, Théoden. What are you doing here?”
Had this man said Rohan? Lorne scowled and shook his head. Rohan didn’t really exist. It was a place in a book of fiction. On the other hand, he’d seen things less odd and more unbelievable than this since he’d come to the Pegasus galaxy.
“I’m lost. I came here by mistake. But I did come in peace. I’m an explorer. I mean no harm.”
He gave the natives the standard speech that they had all said so many times it was habit by now.
Théodred jerked his head, indicating that Lorne still held his P-90. “What is that? It looks like a weapon, the way you hold it. And give me your name.”
Théodred was the Crown Prince. He wasn’t used to being denied answers when he asked questions.
“Oh. Yeah. This is a weapon. For protection only. Defensive, not to start anything. And I’m Major Evan Lorne, United States Air Force. Care to give me your name now?”
“I am Théodred, Second Marshal of the Mark. Where is your land? I have never heard of it.”
“That’s a little harder to explain. You can probably help me find my way out of here though, if you have seen something around here. A round rock, with a red circle in the middle. Strange characters on the outside of the circle? Ever heard or seen anything like that?”
Théodred shook his head again. “No.” He narrowed his eyes at Lorne. “What good is this rock to you?”
“That would take me too long to explain.” Lorne was silent for a moment, thinking. “Do you have any starwatchers among your people? Anyone study the night sky?”
Now Théodred’s face got hard and grim. “Why? Starwatching is not usually something we indulge in. It sounds more like an Elvish pastime.”
Lorne groaned to himself. He’d apparently offended or upset his host. This was a lot harder than it had appeared to be at first.
“You will come back to Edoras with us and see if you can explain yourself to my father and some of his advisors. Can you sit a horse?”
Rohan. Riddermark. Of course, they’d travel by horse. They were the cavalry of Middle Earth. Thank heavens that Lorne was just enough of a geek to have read the Lord of the Rings Trilogy several times. And he could ride. Another whispered thanks toward the heavens.
“Yes. It’s been awhile, but I can ride.”
Théodred motioned for a horse to be brought forward and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Lorne awkwardly mount the bay horse. His own horse was led forward and he mounted a few moments later, motioning Lorne to ride next to him. He let Lorne get a little ahead too, it was easier to watch the stranger from this vantage point. The horse knew the way home, so it was not as if Lorne had to know where to ride.
oooOOOooo
Lorne had tried not to stare or appear too surprised by Edoras, and the Golden Halls. Théodred did wonder why Lorne kept muttering something that sounded like, “Who knew? Ol’ PJ got it right-mostly.” As soon as they’d been shown in and Lorne had met the King, the three of them were practically whisked off to a smaller room that looked like it might have been part of the King’s private quarters.
Lorne couldn’t hide his shock when they’d been seated and both Théoden and Théodred leaned forward in their chairs, staring at him intently.
“You have come from the stars? That is why you asked about the starwatchers?” Théoden didn’t bother to continue with the niceties and small talk.
“Uh. Yes. You have heard of travelers from the stars?”
Both of the other men shook their heads, then Théodred spoke. “It is a legend among some of the peoples here. We thought it was only that, legend. Considering that some say the elves in the golden wood knew these stories, it was really only a myth. A bedtime story perhaps. This circle you spoke of. It is told that the elves know of its existence. And its location. They are waiting for a sign to reveal it though.”
Théodred looked at his father, who nodded. “Tell him the rest Théodred.”
Lorne was trying to absorb all of this and thought he was doing remarkably well, considering. “Yes, tell me the rest.”
“We have long told stories that we were first brought here by star travelers. They used flying ships to travel among the heavens. It was a bit strange, but when I met a warrior from the Elvish Woods, he actually spoke of this legend as well. He said that one of the elders there had actually seen a traveler once. But he said they did not travel in ships. They walked into a ring of water. And they arrived through the ring as well. This elder knows more of the legend, but the elf I met did not know the rest of the story.”
Lorne raised an eyebrow at hearing of this legend. It was similar to the one that many of the people of the Pegasus galaxy believed and told. It really wasn’t a legend, to be honest. Lorne knew that Daniel Jackson believed that the star travelers were the Ancients or Ancestors, and that’s exactly how they had populated the Milky Way and Pegasus. It stood to reason that an elf, who lived for millennia, could have actually seen one of the Ancients.
oooOOOooo
It really hadn’t taken as long as Lorne had supposed to get to this golden wood. After listening to Théoden and Théodred’s stories about the star travelers, Lorne knew he had to go speak to this elder of the elves. Or at least someone who knew the legend well. Théodred was his guide. Several other warriors from Rohan rode with them to a certain point, then they reluctantly turned back. Lorne and Théodred had ridden only a little further before they were challenged by sentries. They did actually use bows! Since he’d arrived, Lorne had been a little lax in keeping the P-90 at the ready, but looking at these grim faces, he almost wished he could show them exactly how useless a bow and arrow would be against his weapon.
He whispered to Théodred as they stood waiting for some type of commander to arrive. “I always thought elves were happy, but these guys don’t look at all happy.”
One of the sentries snickered at that, the shorter one. He looked younger than the others, but it was hard to tell with elves. The elf put on his serious face as soon as Lorne looked at him, but he blew that by winking at Lorne and Théodred. When the commander arrived, he greeted Théodred by name and title, and tipped his head—not an actual bow, but certainly a sign of respect for the Crown Prince. Théodred recognized this commander apparently for he returned the gesture and held out his hand.
“Haldir. My friend and I would like to speak to you and your Lord about some things of import. Is that possible?”
Haldir said nothing, but motioned to one of the other sentries, who took off into the woods. “I have sent my brother to speak with our Lord Celeborn. He will return with an answer. In the meantime, we may wish to make camp here. It will be some time until Rúmil returns.”
oooOOOooo
Lorne was impressed at the efficiency with which the elves set up a camp, cooked a meal and set watches for the night. They were used to staying alert and ready, that was obvious. Théodred and company had been as well, but the elves were much more—fluid while they worked. And Lorne was unable to hear any of them giving commands or speaking much at all. But they weren't much different than military men otherwise. Besides the cruder weapons. As had happened in Rohan, the elves were highly curious about his weapon and the things in his pack. They even made the same disgusted face as the Riders had done when Lorne let them try an MRE. Spaghetti and meat balls, the best of the bunch. His P-90 held the most fascination though. He unloaded it before he let them hand it around. Like Théodred, Haldir didn't really believe that small metal pieces could injure or kill as effectively as an arrow. Lorne didn't argue with them. He wasn't about to demonstrate the killing efficiency of a P-90 and change the history of this planet in the meantime.
Lorne fell asleep with no trouble. It was funny how all of his traveling and seeing strange things had become so commonplace that he could sleep well even in the middle of a fictional forest with elves around.
-TBC-
I hope you like it.
Title: Starwatchers
Author: Larian Elensar
Fandom: LotR/Tolkien with Stargate Atlantis (SGA)
Characters: Lorien Elves: Haldir, Celeborn, Rúmil; Rohan: Théodred ; SGA: Major Evan Lorne, USAF
50 Passages Prompt: 037. I see strange tales are woven about you.
100 Situations Prompt: 085. Myth.
Fanfic100 Prompt: 044. Circle.
25 Fluffy Fics (Lorien Elves) Prompt: 025. Writer's Choice - Myth
25 Fluffy Fics (Théodred) Prompt: 024. Writer's Choice - Myth
Word Count: 2394 (so far)
Rating: G (general)
Beta: Luin gave it a quick read, but the mistakes are totally mine.
Summary: It had to be done. Major Lorne (Stargate Atlantis) ends up in Middle Earth. It could happen!
Author's Notes:
miriel had something similar planned awhile ago (an SGA/LotR crossover with Lorne as one of the key SGA characters), I'm just using the basic idea of having Lorne enter Middle Earth through the Stargate. After that, any similar things are purely coincidental. And though it really shouldn't be necessary, this story is totally AU from Tolkien canon, it does not follow any particular timeline in SGA or Tolkien so don't worry about Théodred meeting Lorien elves when it never happened in the books.My 50Passages Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/148192.html
My Fanfic 100 Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/151176.html
My 100 Situations Prompt Table: http://larian.livejournal.com/182277.html
My 25 Fluffy Fics Tables (Lorien Elves & Théodred): http://larian.livejournal.com/174418.html
oooOOOooo
Lorne went through the gate first, he was point on this mission. The wormhole didn't feel like it usually did. There was a weird jolt just after he got into the vortex. He'd never felt that before from any of the many gates he'd walked through. He hadn't felt anything like that going through any of the space gates in Pegasus either. As soon as he stepped out of the gate and into the planet's atmosphere, he realized why he'd never felt that before. He wasn't on BR-549. He was in some sort of a cave, at least it felt clammy and damp, and it was dark. The light from the event horizon only showed moss-covered walls. At least he assumed it was moss. It smelled like a cave too. He tried to radio back to Atlantis while the wormhole was still open, but he got only static in return.
"This is not good." Where had he ended up? And why? It was probably one of those solarflareblackholealternativereality things. Well, he better find the DHD and get back to Atlantis. If he could. When the gate shut down he used the light on his P-90 to sweep around the room or cave, looking for the dialing platform. Nothing. Okay. Maybe it was hidden behind something, in another cavern or—and this was the absolute worst case—there wasn't one. Maybe it had been destroyed or something. Although if the gate survived, the DHD should be around as well.
His first look around at the walls showed him only one obvious exit, so he slowly made his way over to it. There was nothing spectacular about this particular cave, besides the gate, that is. The exit led to a slightly bigger cavern, which also had only one way out. Lorne made his way through the next few caves, always choosing the path that led up. He hoped that perhaps by going up, he’d eventually get out.
He didn’t know how long he’d walked, but he’d made steady upward progress until he reached daylight. The hole in the rock wall was small, but a little twisting and wiggling and he’d landed outside, on the ground, in the middle of a bunch of bushes, still thickly covered in leaves and greenery. Great. It was probably this planet’s version of poison ivy. He jerked his pack back on, he’d shoved it through first, picked up his gun and tried to carefully find his way out of the thick foliage.
He was trying to be quiet, but it was nearly impossible not to move branches and make noise as he fought his way through the brush. If there were any indigenous life around, they’d surely heard him by now. He didn’t know it, but he was right.
oooOOOooo
Théodred shook his head, almost in disgust. Whomever was moving around in that brush certainly wasn’t trying to sneak up on anyone. He raised his hand and made a few signals so that the others who were behind him would back off a bit. It probably wasn’t wise, but Théodred had a feeling that the person making all that noise wasn’t going to come out brandishing a spear or a bow. If they were trying an assault, they would have been much quieter, and not rooting around like orcs on a holiday.
Théodred stood at the far edge of a small clearing in the brush, several of his riders within seeing distance behind him and even more behind them, a few seconds away, out of sight. When the stranger stepped out into the clearing, he was met with Théodred, standing alert and ready, but there was no weapon raised against him. He had, by instinct, raised his own weapon, but lowered it marginally when he saw that Théodred was not armed, nor did he look as if he was likely to attack in the next few moments.
Lorne did the only thing he could. He asked where he was.
“Where is this? What planet am I on?”
Théodred shook his head. What was this stranger on about? He did not even know where he was?
“You are in the kingdom of Rohan. This land belongs to the people of Rohan, and the King, Théoden. What are you doing here?”
Had this man said Rohan? Lorne scowled and shook his head. Rohan didn’t really exist. It was a place in a book of fiction. On the other hand, he’d seen things less odd and more unbelievable than this since he’d come to the Pegasus galaxy.
“I’m lost. I came here by mistake. But I did come in peace. I’m an explorer. I mean no harm.”
He gave the natives the standard speech that they had all said so many times it was habit by now.
Théodred jerked his head, indicating that Lorne still held his P-90. “What is that? It looks like a weapon, the way you hold it. And give me your name.”
Théodred was the Crown Prince. He wasn’t used to being denied answers when he asked questions.
“Oh. Yeah. This is a weapon. For protection only. Defensive, not to start anything. And I’m Major Evan Lorne, United States Air Force. Care to give me your name now?”
“I am Théodred, Second Marshal of the Mark. Where is your land? I have never heard of it.”
“That’s a little harder to explain. You can probably help me find my way out of here though, if you have seen something around here. A round rock, with a red circle in the middle. Strange characters on the outside of the circle? Ever heard or seen anything like that?”
Théodred shook his head again. “No.” He narrowed his eyes at Lorne. “What good is this rock to you?”
“That would take me too long to explain.” Lorne was silent for a moment, thinking. “Do you have any starwatchers among your people? Anyone study the night sky?”
Now Théodred’s face got hard and grim. “Why? Starwatching is not usually something we indulge in. It sounds more like an Elvish pastime.”
Lorne groaned to himself. He’d apparently offended or upset his host. This was a lot harder than it had appeared to be at first.
“You will come back to Edoras with us and see if you can explain yourself to my father and some of his advisors. Can you sit a horse?”
Rohan. Riddermark. Of course, they’d travel by horse. They were the cavalry of Middle Earth. Thank heavens that Lorne was just enough of a geek to have read the Lord of the Rings Trilogy several times. And he could ride. Another whispered thanks toward the heavens.
“Yes. It’s been awhile, but I can ride.”
Théodred motioned for a horse to be brought forward and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Lorne awkwardly mount the bay horse. His own horse was led forward and he mounted a few moments later, motioning Lorne to ride next to him. He let Lorne get a little ahead too, it was easier to watch the stranger from this vantage point. The horse knew the way home, so it was not as if Lorne had to know where to ride.
oooOOOooo
Lorne had tried not to stare or appear too surprised by Edoras, and the Golden Halls. Théodred did wonder why Lorne kept muttering something that sounded like, “Who knew? Ol’ PJ got it right-mostly.” As soon as they’d been shown in and Lorne had met the King, the three of them were practically whisked off to a smaller room that looked like it might have been part of the King’s private quarters.
Lorne couldn’t hide his shock when they’d been seated and both Théoden and Théodred leaned forward in their chairs, staring at him intently.
“You have come from the stars? That is why you asked about the starwatchers?” Théoden didn’t bother to continue with the niceties and small talk.
“Uh. Yes. You have heard of travelers from the stars?”
Both of the other men shook their heads, then Théodred spoke. “It is a legend among some of the peoples here. We thought it was only that, legend. Considering that some say the elves in the golden wood knew these stories, it was really only a myth. A bedtime story perhaps. This circle you spoke of. It is told that the elves know of its existence. And its location. They are waiting for a sign to reveal it though.”
Théodred looked at his father, who nodded. “Tell him the rest Théodred.”
Lorne was trying to absorb all of this and thought he was doing remarkably well, considering. “Yes, tell me the rest.”
“We have long told stories that we were first brought here by star travelers. They used flying ships to travel among the heavens. It was a bit strange, but when I met a warrior from the Elvish Woods, he actually spoke of this legend as well. He said that one of the elders there had actually seen a traveler once. But he said they did not travel in ships. They walked into a ring of water. And they arrived through the ring as well. This elder knows more of the legend, but the elf I met did not know the rest of the story.”
Lorne raised an eyebrow at hearing of this legend. It was similar to the one that many of the people of the Pegasus galaxy believed and told. It really wasn’t a legend, to be honest. Lorne knew that Daniel Jackson believed that the star travelers were the Ancients or Ancestors, and that’s exactly how they had populated the Milky Way and Pegasus. It stood to reason that an elf, who lived for millennia, could have actually seen one of the Ancients.
oooOOOooo
It really hadn’t taken as long as Lorne had supposed to get to this golden wood. After listening to Théoden and Théodred’s stories about the star travelers, Lorne knew he had to go speak to this elder of the elves. Or at least someone who knew the legend well. Théodred was his guide. Several other warriors from Rohan rode with them to a certain point, then they reluctantly turned back. Lorne and Théodred had ridden only a little further before they were challenged by sentries. They did actually use bows! Since he’d arrived, Lorne had been a little lax in keeping the P-90 at the ready, but looking at these grim faces, he almost wished he could show them exactly how useless a bow and arrow would be against his weapon.
He whispered to Théodred as they stood waiting for some type of commander to arrive. “I always thought elves were happy, but these guys don’t look at all happy.”
One of the sentries snickered at that, the shorter one. He looked younger than the others, but it was hard to tell with elves. The elf put on his serious face as soon as Lorne looked at him, but he blew that by winking at Lorne and Théodred. When the commander arrived, he greeted Théodred by name and title, and tipped his head—not an actual bow, but certainly a sign of respect for the Crown Prince. Théodred recognized this commander apparently for he returned the gesture and held out his hand.
“Haldir. My friend and I would like to speak to you and your Lord about some things of import. Is that possible?”
Haldir said nothing, but motioned to one of the other sentries, who took off into the woods. “I have sent my brother to speak with our Lord Celeborn. He will return with an answer. In the meantime, we may wish to make camp here. It will be some time until Rúmil returns.”
oooOOOooo
Lorne was impressed at the efficiency with which the elves set up a camp, cooked a meal and set watches for the night. They were used to staying alert and ready, that was obvious. Théodred and company had been as well, but the elves were much more—fluid while they worked. And Lorne was unable to hear any of them giving commands or speaking much at all. But they weren't much different than military men otherwise. Besides the cruder weapons. As had happened in Rohan, the elves were highly curious about his weapon and the things in his pack. They even made the same disgusted face as the Riders had done when Lorne let them try an MRE. Spaghetti and meat balls, the best of the bunch. His P-90 held the most fascination though. He unloaded it before he let them hand it around. Like Théodred, Haldir didn't really believe that small metal pieces could injure or kill as effectively as an arrow. Lorne didn't argue with them. He wasn't about to demonstrate the killing efficiency of a P-90 and change the history of this planet in the meantime.
Lorne fell asleep with no trouble. It was funny how all of his traveling and seeing strange things had become so commonplace that he could sleep well even in the middle of a fictional forest with elves around.
-TBC-
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