Title: The Metahuman, The Ranger, And The One Ring
Fandoms: Smallville/Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or LOTR
Summary: When Chloe bleeds into a Lord of the Rings book printed with kryptonite ink she finds herself sucked into that world, with only Aragorn as her protector and friend. But now a war is upon Middle Earth, and everything points to her playing a vital role...
The Fellowship clambered through rock and snow later that day while on the snowy mountainside. They were tired, the snow they trudged through making their journey all that more difficult, and Chloe had gone from being in the front of the pack with Gandalf and Legolas, to the middle of the pack with Clark, the hobbits, and Gimli, and now she found herself at the back with Aragorn and Boromir, who were keeping an eye on the rear and making sure that they wouldn't be attacked from behind, or followed.
"Are you in need of a rest, milady?" Boromir asked, sending her a concerned look. "I have witnessed myself that you are strong, but this has been a weary journey so far."
Chloe sent him a smile because he was being genuinely worried, and not sexist. "I'm fine. A little tired, true, but I can go on."
"My Lady is stronger than she appears." Aragorn announced by her side, gaze around them, alert. "She's become quite used to the life of a Ranger, and has borne everything with continuous loud complaints, but resilience nonetheless."
She laughed, slapping his arm for the complaints comment.
Aragorn sent her a teasing smile.
Boromir watched them with a frown. "You spent months in the wild with him? Just the two of you?" He paused. "Unchaperoned?"
Aragorn's eyes narrowed, darkening dangerously. "Do you dare question her virtue?"
"There's nothing to question." Chloe looked between them. "Boromir, Aragorn is trying to get used to this, but you haven't even been explained it so I'll tell you now. Where I come from, the world is very different, as are the values and such. Women and men go around together, alone together, and no one bats an eyelash."
Boromir frowned deeper. "Surely this cannot be so. Propriety would dictate-."
"In my world, what I'm wearing now, this?" She motioned to her very attractive, yet completely covering outfit. "This is considered old-fashioned and if I went out like this I would be laughed at."
Aragorn frowned along with Boromir this time.
"Strider, the clothes I came in, they were conservative for my time." She turned to him.
"But they were tight trousers and a tight, short-sleeved shirt that..." He cleared his throat, looking away. "Accentuated your bosom."
Boromir's eyes widened.
"And yet that was conservative." Chloe had decided that the only way to get over her fear of Aragorn's thoughts about her and her virtue, was to slowly ease him into just how un-virtuous her world was. "In my world, most women wear skirts this short" she motioned to high on her thigh. "And tight, sleeveless shirts that sometimes bare all the back and most of the front."
Boromir looked scandalized...and intrigued.
Aragorn just looked troubled. "And the men...do not mind...their wives displaying their bodies for other men?"
"Well, its more of a girlfriend thing. You see, in my world, marriage really isn't that big a thing." She flinched when she saw the disapproval deep in both Aragorn and Boromir's faces. "I mean, people still marry, but, uh, they don't-it isn't-." She gulped.
She needed to just come out and say that unlike here, women didn't stay virgins till marriage.
Well, most of them didn't.
She could do this.
She could so totally tell Aragorn this to his face, and when he asked the expected question, she'd look him in his eyes and answer him truthfully and without any shame.
Up ahead, Frodo slipped on some shale, and as he scrambled to his feet the Ring fell to the ground, gleaming in the snow.
Boromir reached down and picked it up by the chain.
Straightening, the Ring dangling before his eyes, Boromir seemed to grow in stature, as if absorbing its power.
Aragorn warily approached Boromir.
The son of the Stewart of Gondor was motionless, staring at the Ring as if transfixed.
"Boromir?" Chloe asked, feeling just as wary as the Ranger.
"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing." Boromir's voice was weird, his eyes unable to leave the Ring. "Such a little thing."
"Boromir." Aragorn spoke quietly, hand moving to his sword's hilt. "Give the Ring to Frodo."
Suddenly Boromir snapped out of his trance and handed the Ring back to Frodo. "As you wish. I care not." He smiled at the hobbit, ruffling his hair, before walking up ahead of them.
Frodo hurried to go join Sam, Merry and Pippin, who'd been watching.
Aragorn unhanded his sword.
Chloe fell into step with Aragorn, eyeing Boromir (who'd gone a ways ahead of them) with slight worry. "What just happened to him?"
"The Ring calls to him, as it does with all of us." He answered, also eyeing Boromir.
"Calls to him?" Chloe made a face. "It has a voice?"
Aragorn turned to Chloe, confused. "Do you not feel it? The tug towards the Ring?"
She shook her head. "Not in the least bit. And I doubt Clark does either or he would have mentioned it to me."
"Maybe it is because you are not from this world." Aragorn announced after a moment's thought. "It is said that Moira daughter of Lane had a sort of immunity to the call of the Ring as well."
Chloe frowned, sending him a sideways glance. "I heard a couple of elves talking before we left Rivendell."
He tensed somewhat.
"They said that my mom was in love with your ancestor." She took great care as she trudged through the shin-deep snow.
"And he loved her." Aragorn finally answered, expression grim. "And yet the Ring called to him and he couldn't overpower it. The Ring overwhelmed him, his every desire...even the one he had for your mother."
Chloe frowned, not sure how she felt about this romantic tragedy. In one sense it was horrible to know that her mother had suffered, but in another sense Chloe herself would have never been born if things had ended up well with Moira and Isildur.
"I worry that his weakness may be mine as well." Aragorn surprised her by admitting.
Chloe turned to look at him, seeing the conflict and worry so obvious on his face and touched that he would share this with her. "Aragorn, you're the strongest, best man I know. The Ring might tempt you, it might even seek you out because of your connection to Isildur, but you are not your ancestor. You're strong, and I know that if the time comes and you're put to the test, that you will defeat it."
Aragorn was silent before finally turning to look at her. "You have such humbling faith in me, My Lady."
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Oliver was talking on the phone with Victor, and from the parts of the conversation Lois had caught, no one had found anything on the time Moira was gone. All they knew was that she'd gone missing without a trace, and then reappeared weeks later. Oliver had also tried to get into contact with the doctor who'd been taking care of Moira until her death (Oliver having hired the doctor to care for Moira) but the man was completely incommunicado, and it was obviously stressing the billionaire a lot.
Lois looked away from where Oliver was complaining to Victor while looking out of the window, the girl's gaze going to the book. "What do you want you stupid piece of recycled tree?" She tapped the page impatiently. "Let me in."
It was obviously trying to screw with her patience.
"You think after all I paid him for all those years to take care of Moira that he'd have given me his apparently private number." Oliver snarled as he sat down next to Lois once more. "We need to talk to him. Moira might have told him important information during her moments of lucidity that he might have just thought were the ramblings of an insane woman."
"No use getting all bitchy about it. He'll call you when he gets the thousand plus messages you've left with his secretary." Lois shrugged, smiling at the drawing being burnt on the page of the Fellowship walking through snow, Chloe and Aragorn in the back in deep conversation. "Those two are just getting too adorable with each other."
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "What happened since I left?"
"Adorableness side, Aragorn pushed Chloe to the ground and pinned her to the grass with his own body. It was incredible. There were erections and hard breathing and everything." Lois grinned brightly. "It was like reading one of those erotic novelas but without the sex."
Oliver's eyesbrows had risen drastically high. "He pushed her to the ground?"
"Yeah, well, he did kinda do it because they were hiding from some Whatzits from Whoville, but that doesn't count. They were on the ground, they were panting, and she was totally contemplating bucking up against him just to get another reaction. I didn't need to read it in a book to know it, because I know my cousin's mind, and when she finally gets her head out of her job and instead on a guy, she gets dirty. I mean dirty. It makes me want to applaud and take a notepad so I can take notes."
"Lane, do not try to project your nymphomaniac ways on your cousin to make you feel better." Oliver scolded.
"I am not projecting!" Lois exclaimed. "And I can prove it! Remember the one only Valentines Day we had together as a couple? That whole...thing
Oh, he remembered the thing
The thing had probably been the most memorable 'thing' of his whole life.
In a good way.
"Yeah, well, Chloe
told me how to do it."
Oliver nearly fell out of his chair.
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The Fellowship struggled through a blinding blizzard that'd come upon them all of a sudden as they climbed upwards towards the Pass of Caradhras. Everyone trudged through knee-deep snow, slowing them down, except for Legolas, who with his Elf-ness somehow managed to move lightly across the top of the snow.
He suddenly paused, looking up at the sky with narrowed eyes, before turning back to look at Gandalf, tone urgent. "There's a voice in the air."
"It's Saruman." Gandalf announced with great certainty.
Chloe shared a look with Clark, who'd fallen behind with her and Aragorn. "Well that can't be good."
Thunder rumbled deafeningly in the sky above, and rock and shale fell down towards them.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain." Aragorn yelled to the Wizard ahead of them. "Gandalf! We must turn back!"
"No!" Gandalf raised his staff, chanting into the wind. "Losto Carahras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I ruith!
Sleep Cradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath."
Saruman's voice strengthen, rolling past the Fellowship like thunder. A lightning crack exploded on the mountainside above them, and Chloe looked up in horror as a huge snow avalanche thundered down towards them. They threw themselves against the cliff face as snow crashed onto the narrow ledge. Legolas pulled Gandalf to safety, Clark and Boromir shielded the hobbits, Gimli struck his axe deep into the side of the cliff and held on with all his might, and Aragorn shielded Chloe as snow piled around them.
Within moment the pass was blocked, and the Fellowship was enveloped in snow.
"Are you well, My Lady?" Aragorn asked.
"Hobbitses!" Borormir called out as he and Clark frantically tried digging for the completely covered hobbits.
Aragorn hurriedly helped, and the four hobbits were pulled out, shivering, gasping for air, and fearful.
Boromir turned to Gandalf, voice urgent as he wiped some snow out of Pippin's hair. "We must get off the mountain! Make for the gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city."
Aragorn shook his head. "The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard."
Gimli sputtered, spitting out snow that'd landed in his mouth. "We cannot pass over the mountain. Let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria."
Chloe, having heard the conversation the Dwarf and Wizard had had in the morning, turned to look at Gandalf.
The Wizard had a concerned look on his face. "Let the Ringbearer decide."
Frodo looked around, the weight of the decision obviously weighing heavily on him.
Merry and Pippin shivered in Boromir's arms, clinging to him for warmth.
"Frodo?" Gandalf asked.
Frodo met his old friend's eye. "We will go through the mines."
Gandalf nodded slowly. "So be it."
They turned and made their way back, the journey long and tiresome. The hobbits were so worn out that Boromir, Clark, Aragorn and Legolas had to each carry one for at least part of the way, and by the time they finally reached the Moria Gate, it was already deep night. The Gate was directly below the great looming cliffs, and the only passage to it was a small path that was completely surrounded by dark water of a large lake.
"The walls of Moria!" Gimli smiled.
Gandalf touched the smooth rock wall between two trees growing against the smooth rock of the cliff, and slowly, faint lines appeared like slender veins of luminous silver running through the stone. "Itidin...it mirrors only starlight and moonlight."
A large moon rose over the mountains, the lines on the rock growing broader and clearer, forming a glowing arch of interlacing ancient letters and symbols.
"It's so beautiful." Chloe whispered, careful as she made her way to Gandalf's side. "What does it say?"
"It reads, "The door of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter." The Wizard answered, gaze on the ancient letters.
"What do you suppose that means?" Merry wanted to know curiously.
"It's quite simple." Gandalf announced with a confident smile. "If you are a friend, speak the password and the doors will open." The Wizard raised his arms and began with an incantation. "Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!"
The cliff towered into the night, the wind blew cold, the Fellowship shivered...and the door stood fast.
Clark raised an eyebrow.
Gandalf blinked, and tried again.
He tried another incantation.
The Fellowship shared a look and looked around, deciding it was best if they got comfortable.
And it was a good thing too, because twenty minutes later Gandalf was still trying different incantations without any luck whatsoever.
Sam packed pots and pans at his feet, watching sadly as Aragorn un-saddled Bill the pony. They were letting the horses go back to Rivendell because Mines were no places for them. Roheryn had already been loosed and sent on his way with a swat to the rear, but Bill had taken a little longer because of the supplies he carried.
"Bye, Bill." Sam sighed.
"Go on, Bill, go on." Aragorn slapped Bill on the rump, the pony trotting off rapidly as the Ranger turned to the hobbit. "Don't worry, Sam. He knows his way home."
Sam nodded, but watched the pony until he disappeared into the darkness.
A splash caused them to look towards the water, seeing Merry and Pippin tossing stones into the lake, black rippling rings slowly fanning out.
Pippin was about to throw another stone, but Aragorn grabbed his arm. "Do not disturb the water." The Ranger watched anxiously as the ripples appeared to grow, and he exchanged a look with Boromir. His hand crept towards his sword.
Gandalf gave up in despair, going to sit down besides Frodo.
Clark stood, brushing off the bottom of his trousers and going to the gate, looking at it curiously.
Chloe followed him. "What's on your mind?"
"I wonder if I'm strong enough to move this."
Chloe frowned. "You don't have your total strength back, Clark, and you know from experience that magic is a trump card for you. And this gate? It's definitely magic."
"I know. But I still need to try." Clark frowned at her.
She stepped back and motioned for him to give it a whirl.
Taking in a deep breath, Clark went to it, but it was impossible. He just didn't have the strength he used to, and Chloe was right, magic was always a very big challenge for him. "There has to be something we can do to get this thing to open!"
Chloe sighed, leaning with her back against the wall, folding her arms over her chest. "Unless you know the secret password we're not going anywhere."
"Speak friend and enter." Clark looked up at the Elvish inscription, face made up in concentration, before he blinked. "What if it's not a secret password, but a riddle?"
"Huh?" Chloe looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
"You said you knew basic Elvish, right?" Clark asked, turning to look at her as she nodded. "So what's the Elvish word for friend?"
." Chloe replied after a moment's thought, and then she shrieked as the rock behind her suddenly divided into two doors swinging open, and she fell into the darkness inside of the mines which was a blackness deeper than the night.
"Chloe!" Clark called in worry, hurrying inside next to her, somehow making her outline in the darkness. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She whimpered as he helped her to her feet.
The Fellowship entered the blackness with them, stepping warily into the darkness of Moria, which so far seemed like a dank cavern with winding steps leading deeper into the mountain.
"My Lady?" Aragorn reached her side, eyeing her in the very weak light, worried. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine. A little bruised, but fine."
"How did you open the gates?" Gandalf asked, confused. "What incantation did you use?"
"None." Clark answered with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. "We just said the Elvish word for friend."
Legolas smiled slightly, impressed.
Gimli was in his on little world, looking up at Legolas. "So, master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves; roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone." He puffed his chest out in pride. "This, my friend, is the home of my cousin, Balin...and they call this a Mine." He snorted. "A Mine!"
A glow from Gandalf's staff suddenly lit the chamber...and the Fellowship recoiled in horror at what they were now able to see.
Many Dwarf skeletons were strewn about, clearly the dead of some old battle...the rusting armor and shields peppered with arrows and axes.
Boromir took a step back, voice grim. "This is no mine...it's a tomb!"
" Gimli looked around him in horror.
Legolas pulled a crude arrow out of a skeleton. "Goblins."
That one word was strong enough for the Fellowship to draw their swords and begin backing away, towards the entrance, pushing the hobbits behind them in an attempt to protect them should any goblin attack from the front.
Chloe looked down where she'd fallen, wincing when she'd realized that she'd fallen on one of the skeletons. That was something she'd be having nightmares of for nights to come.
"We make for the Gap of Rohan." Boromir hissed. "We should never have come here."
Behind them a scream echoed, and they turned to see Frodo clawing at the ground, a long, sinuous tentacle wrapped around the hobbit's ankle, dragging him towards the lake.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam screamed.
As one, Aragorn and Boromir rushed forwards, the Ranger pulling out his sword and severing the tentacle holding Frodo, pulling him to safety while Boromir hacked at the other writhing limbs.
"Oh my god
." Clark whispered in horror as twenty more tentacles rippled out of the lake in fury.
Chloe raised her bow and lifted an arrow from her sheathed, taking aim and shooting at the tentacles that'd been about to slam into Boromir.
The dark water boiled and moved violent as suddenly the hideous beast the tentacles belong to surfaced, lashing out at the Fellowship.
One of Legolas's arrows impaled the tentacle aiming for Sam.
Another tentacle swept towards Merry and Pippin, the hobbits crouching and raising their hands to try and shield themselves from the blow, when suddenly Clark was there, grabbing the tentacle with a grunt and using his strength to keep the monster's tentacle in his grip and shake the creature somewhat, leaving it confused and slightly disoriented.
Legolas watched this with wide eyes.
Gimli hacked away at the tentacles close to him, taking out his anger on what had happened to his kinsmen on the beast.
Again the creature made a grab for Frodo, but Chloe's arrow pierced the tentacles, causing them to withdraw.
So preoccupied with this, Chloe failed to notice the tentacle swinging towards her until her bow had been flung out of her hands and the sheath of arrows landed on the ground. She turned towards the tentacle and gave a scream as it slammed into her, the force of the blow sending her flying deep into the water. The blonde tried to surface but a tentacle wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her deeper into the water, her scream nothing but bubbles.
The creature submerged itself once more, dragging her deeper and deeper into the lake's depths.
All around Chloe things were flickering in and out, from the lack of oxygen, as she clawed at the tentacle wrapped around her. The creature tightened its hold, trying to crush her, and all of a sudden she was hallucinating again.
Everything was fog, vague shadows and outlines, and the webs covering the side of her body throbbed viciously as suddenly Chloe's fingers broke through the flesh of the tentacle and the creature shrieked soundless bubbles.
Chloe watched, eyes wide, as black, purple weblike patterns emerged from where she had her fingers deep into the tentacles. The weblike design quickly crawled over the tentacle, taking it over, and the bubbles of the shriek were more furious as Chloe found herself being swung around violently.
She deepened her grip.
The bubbles grew so thick that she couldn't see the face of the creature anymore.
Suddenly a blade came down on the tentacle holding her, breaking into the hallucination, and everything was color again, the fog lifted.
Chloe looked up, eyes wide to see Aragorn.
He'd dove in after her.
Despite the resistance the water must have been giving him, Aragorn brought his blade down on the tentacle once more, and the creature let go of her, writhing violently, its own blood darkening the water.
Together they swam to the surface, gasping in desperate gulps of air, before making a mad dash towards the shore as tentacles shot up once more, slamming down on the water around them.
"Hurry!" Frodo yelled. "Hurry
Clark and Legolas waded knee deep into the water and pulled their best friends out of the water.
One tentacle slammed down next to where Chloe was, and before it rose again to slam down she noticed that it was slowly being covered in the weblike designs...and that it wasn't the tentacle that'd wrapped around her.
"Into the mines!" Gandalf yelled.
The Fellowship hurriedly retreated into the Moira Chamber just as many coiling arms seized the large doors. With a shattering echo, the creature ripped the doors away, creating a rock slide that crashed down the cliff face, and within seconds, tons of rocks sealed the doorway, throwing the Fellowship into pitch blackness.
A faint light rose from Gandalf's staff, throwing a creepy glow across the old wizard's face.
Chloe collapsed to the ground, tired and ribs hurting her.
"My Lady, are you hurt?" Aragorn asked, kneeling before her, hands on her face, neck, shoulders and back. "Are you injured? Can you walk?"
"I'm-winded, but fine." She breathed, bringing a hand to her still throbbing side, a little scared but determined not to show it. But she couldn't keep the hiss silent as she tightened her hold on her side.
Aragorn's gaze went to where she was holding, and even in the half-light she could see those orbs darkening in understanding.
He didn't say anything, only lay his hand carefully onto her side, feeling the throbbing of the webs that covered the left side of her body from her lower hip to the underswell of her breast.
Chloe hissed softly, gaze worried as it rose to meet his.
Even while covered mostly in shadow, the worry was obvious on his face as he kept his hand on her, feeling the vicious throbs.
"Since when?" He whispered, the others talking to Gandalf, while Legolas and Clark held back, worried and confused as to the ominous expression on their friends faces, but knowing that this was a private moment.
"Since I was submerged." She whispered back.
"Not before?" He asked.
Chloe knew what he was asking.
He was asking if she'd been hiding things from him again.
"No." She promised, shaking her head. "Only after I was submerged. It's been dead since we left Rivendell until that creature pulled me under. I swear."
The Ranger nodded, believing her.
It was one of those things she loved about him.
"It's growing softer." Aragorn noted, feeling the throbbing dying.
Chloe nodded, placing her hand on his. "I'm fine."
His gaze went to their hands, his fingers lacing through hers.
"We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria." Gandalf's voice was grim, everyone's gaze on him but Aragorn and Chloe. "Be on your guard...there are older and fouler things than the Orcs in the deep places of the world."
Chloe squeezed Aragorn's hand.
He squeezed back and nodded, helping her to her feet once the throbbing in her side had stopped.
"Chloe." Pippin appeared out of seemingly nowhere, thrusting her bow between her and Aragorn. "We picked them up for you."
Merry appeared with her sheath filled with arrows. "Thought you might forget them in the choas."
, thank you." Chloe smiled, reaching down to kiss their cheeks as she reached for her belongings. "I would have been depressed if I'd lost them."
Merry and Pippin were bright red and visibly content.
Aragorn looked amused.
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"Call me the moment you have an update. Thank you." Oliver smiled, turning to Lois as he got off the phone. "They've gotten a lead on Zantanna and are closing in on her as we speak."
"You make it sound like she's a cat and they're rabid dogs." Lois mumbled, coming back from her bathroom break. "Has the delivery guy arrived yet?"
"Yeah." Oliver motioned to the bags of chinese food on the table next to the book.
"Good." Lois smiled, going towards the food. "Are they on day four yet?"
Oliver nodded, a frown on his face, thinking of the Fellowship deep within the belly of Moria. "So far they've gone undetected, but I'm worried."
"Why?" Lois asked, looking up from the container with her food.
"Any good writer would have written a confrontation between heroes and villains in that sort of situation." Oliver replied, visibly worried. "I think something really bad is going to happen."
"Great." Lois sat down with a sigh. "You just had
to jinx them."