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...
Everyone was numb as they ran. Their movements were mechanical, and they hadn't spoken a word since leaving the Gate of Moria. No one had to speak, they knew what was going through the other's mind. Gandalf. Their friend. Their mentor. He was dead. He'd died to save them.
Who else would die before this quest was over?
It'd only just begun!
They were so into their inner mourning that they could not enjoy the beauty of the forest they were in. They were blind to the grassy floor strewn with yellow flowers, blind to the roof of golden leaves above held up by silver pillars which were the huge trunks of the gray trees.
Gandalf was all that inhabited their minds.
"Stay close, young hobbits." Gimli spoke, eyeing around him nervously. "They say a Sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell."
Legolas rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Clark looked from the Dwarf to the Elf and back, obviously wondering whether he should be wary or not.
"And they are never seen again!" Gimli was telling the hobbits in an ominous voice before puffing out his chest and snorting. "Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily." He pounded a fist to his chest. "I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!"
Suddenly the shadows around them moved and everyone stopped as they found themselves surrounded by armed Elves, deadly arrows aimed at their heads.
Chloe turned her gaze towards Gimli. "What was that about eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox?"
The Dwarf colored visibly under his magnificent beard.
One of the Elves detaining them, a handsome man with flowing blonde hair, stepped forwards, eyeing Gimli with disdain. "The Dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark."
Aragorn stepped forwards. "Haldir of Lorien, we come here for your help. We need your protection."
This was Arwen's fiance?
She eyed him with more interest before smiling.Meow
"Aragorn!" Gimli hissed from where he kept eyeing the arrow aimed at his head. "These woods are perilous. We should go back."
Haldir raised an eyebrow at the Dwarf. "You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back." His gaze then turned and locked onto Frodo. "Come, she is waiting."
Clark inched closer to Chloe and leaned towards her, whispering. "Do you think he realizes I'm wearing his boots?"
Having forgotten that, Chloe smiled for the first time since...
...well, since Chloe had smiled.
"If he does, he has a very good eye for detail." She murmured back as they were led through the forest before finally cresting onto a hilltop, where they gazed in wonderment at the vista spread before them.
Several miles towards the South, a large hill rose out of the woods. Upon the hill rose many mighty Mallorn tress taller than any others, and nestled high in the crown of the Mallorns was a beautiful city that Chloe really couldn't find human words to describe. It gleamed in the low rays of the late afternoon sun, green, gold, and silver.
To the east of Caras Galaghon, the Woods of Lorien ran down the pale gleam of Anduin, the great river. And before the river, the land appeared flat and empty, formless and vague, until far away it rose again like a dark and dreary wall.
The sun that shone on Lothlorien had no power to chase away the shadows that thrived beyond.
The Fellowship carried on, led by the warriors of Lothlorien, until they finally reached the city, and were taken to Lord Celebron's chambers in Caras Galadhon. Night had fallen upon them as they stepped onto a wide fleet filled with soft light. The walls were green and silver, the roof gold, and in its midst was the trunk of the mightiest Mallorn tree.
An Elven man stepped forwards to greet them. His hair was long and silver, his face grave and beautiful with no sign of age upon it. Next to him stood an Elven woman of deep gold hair, and timeless, unsurpassed beauty.
Aragorn had told Chloe about them.
They were Celeborn and Galadriel, Elrond's in laws, Lord and Lady of Lothlorien.
And yet they looked no older than Elrond.
Celebron gazed hard on Aragorn. "Ten there are, yet eleven set out from Rivendell." His eyes narrowed. "Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
Galadriel gazed upon Frodo, before speaking softly. "...he has fallen into shadow." Her gaze went to Aragorn. "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all...Yet hope remains while the company is true." Her eyes settled on Sam. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil." Her gaze then spanned them all. "Tonight you will sleep in peace."
They led them to a pavilion set amongst the trees near the fountain, and the Fellowship laid on soft couches as Elves left food and wine for them.
Mournful singing drifted down from the trees above.
"It sounds so sad." Clark whispered, looking up at the sound.
"A lament for Gandalf..." Legolas answered sadly, gaze on his wine.
"What do they say about him?" Merry asked softly.
"I have not the heart to tell you." Legolas shook his head. "For me the grief is still too near."
Clark sighed and placed a comforting hand on the Elf's shoulder.
Boromir sat alone, and Aragorn approached him. "Take some rest. These borders as well protected.
Moonlight caught traces of tears on Boromir's face.
Aragorn sighed and knelt down beside him.
"I will find no rest here." Boromir confided softly. "I heard her voice inside my head...she spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me: 'Even now, there is hope left.' But I cannot see it...it is long since we had any hope." He looked up at Aragorn in despair. "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing and our...our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right...and I would do it, I would see the glory of Gondor restored." He paused, eyes searching the Ranger's face. "Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and sliver, it's banners caught high in the morning breeze? Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
Chloe's heart ached as she heard the love for his home in Boromir's every word.
Aragorn nodded. "I have seen the White City...long ago."
Boromir must have sensed something in Aragorn's voice, must have heard the longing and love Chloe did when Aragorn spoke of Minas Tirith, and the son of the Stewart of Gondor took heart. "One day our paths will lead us there, and the tower guards shall take up the call "the Lords of Gondor have returned"."
Aragorn returned Boromir's smile, only betraying his disquiet sadness when Boromir looked away.
But Chloe noticed, and she sighed.
She was still in that despondent mood later, after being escorted to her own room and having taken a bath, changing into an Elven gown while her ranger attire was being washed. The city might be beautiful, like a dream, but Chloe couldn't get the nightmare of seeing Gandalf disappearing into the bottomless pit out of her mind.
She kept replaying the Balrog's whip encircling Gandalf's knees, bringing him over the edge with it.
She wondered if the males, in their rooms, were having such a horrible night as she.
The blonde tossed and turned, she cried, and then when she had no more tears she stood.
Putting on her boots, the metahuman went to her door and opened it, gasping when Galadriel stood on the other side, waiting for her, as if she'd known that Chloe wouldn't be able to sleep the night and would choose to restlessly roam the halls instead.
"Lady Galadriel!" Chloe lowered her head.
"Accompany me, Chloe daughter of Moira." Galadriel began to move with an inhuman grace.
Chloe watched her go before hurrying behind her to catch up, lacking all the grace and finesse the Lady of the Elves possessed.
"I knew your mother, when she was amongst us." Galadriel surprised Chloe by saying as they walked side by side down the moonlit hall. "She was a good woman, of a kind heart and sharp wit. I enjoyed her conversations and company."
Chloe smiled sadly. "I wish I could have known this version of my mother, the one that everyone here talks about. But she left us when I was a child, and for years I thought she'd abandoned us because she didn't love us, but then I found out about her sickness and..."
"She was ill?"
Chloe nodded, wondering how to put this. "It was if her mind wasn't hers, it deteriorated. Sometimes I'd visit her and the whole time I'd speak to her, but she'd just be looking out of a window or something, not reacting to anything that I said."
"She heard you." Galadriel sounded sure of this. "A mother will always hear the voice of her child."
Chloe smiled sadly. "I liked to hope so myself."
"Moira of Lane has descended into the shadows."
Chloe nodded. "She died before I came here. It was actually her death that triggered my coming, in a way."
"It was always in your fate to come back to Middle Earth." Galadriel replied with assuredness, chin held high as she led Chloe out towards her private glade. "Aragorn spoke of your being infected with Nazgul poison, and that it has manifested itself physically on your body."
Chloe winced, remembering the spider-web patterns on the side of her body.
"I will examine it now."
There was no question.
Galadriel wasn't asking permission.
The blonde girl hesitated, quite repulsed with herself, but there was something in the Elf's eyes that had her undoing the top of her dress and shielded her breast with her arm as she let the dress fall to her hips.
The Elf frowned as she came closer, eyeing the markings. "I have never seen Nazgul poison manifest itself this way in an infected." She brought a finger to one of the tentacles. "Aragorn informs me that it throbs sometimes, as if it were alive?"
Chloe nodded. "When we were about to enter Moria, we were attacked by this tentacled beast. I-it dragged me under and I touched it and...it started screaming and being covered in things like this."
Galadriel stood straight once more.
"Can you-can you get rid of these things?" Chloe asked hopefully as she put back on the gown's top.
"I'm afraid that it will never be removed, even if you were to return to the other world." Galadriel shook her head. "It has become a part of you, Chloe daughter of Moira, and it is both a blessing and a curse. Much like the gift your mother carried."
Chloe looked up, shocked. "You know about my mother's meteor power?"
"The ability to control others by having a possession of theirs, yes." Galadriel nodded. "A powerful magic indeed, one that helped Isildur greatly during the first war, and yet it was the reason why she left him despite loving him with all her heart. She feared that if she were to stay with him, to be his now that he'd let the Ring corrupt him, that he would make her use her powers to control all."
Chloe looked away.
The more she heard of Moira and Isildur the more depressed and torn she felt.
Had her mother ever truly been happy with her father?
Or had Isildur always been on her mind...and in her heart?
"You love him, as your mother loved Isildur."
Chloe looked up, eyes wide. "What?"
"Your heart, your mind, it revolves around Estel." Galadriel cleared, worry on her features. "You are Moira's child, and he is Isildur's heir. If he were to keep the One Ring, if he were to show the same weaknesses of his ancestor, would you leave like your mother? Or would you use your power for him?"
Chloe frowned, chin raised. "Aragorn is not Isildur and I'm not my mother. Even if he's tempted, Aragorn would never fall prey to the call, if only because he would not wish to put me in that situation. He's had years of worry that he has the same weaknesses of Isildur, but even though I never knew the king, I know that Aragorn is a far stronger, nobler man than he was, and I have faith that he will be king and reign in fairness and with justice."
"You have great faith in him." Galadriel spoke softly. "But so did Moira in Isildur."
"Aragorn is not Isildur!" Chloe snapped, and suddenly her side was hurting her, throbbing, and everything had descended into fog once more.
The Elf was bright like a million lights, a thing of wonder in a land of shadows and mist.
Chloe gasped, taking a step back.
"You are seeing me in my form on the other side." Galadriel whispered in surprise. "The Nazgul poison has given you the ability to see the other side instead of killing you as it should have. Why?"
The fog was dense around her as Chloe held onto her fiercely throbbing side. "It can't kill me because I cannot die."
There was silence, and then the fog disappeared, and Chloe could see Galadriel in her earth-bound form once more.
"You are Immortal." Galadriel whispered. "That is what I sensed in you...yet I thought it was the poison when Aragorn spoke to me in confidence out of worry for your well-being." She frowned. "How are you Immortal?"
"The same thing that gave my mother her...ability to control others...gave me the ability to heal in such a way that even if I die, I come back to life." She winced. "Though I'm almost sure that if I'm eaten that will nullify any regenerative powers, so I guess I should say that yes I can die, but it would be very hard to accomplish."
Galadriel watched her silently before motioning to a low stone pedestal, carved like a branching tree, on which sat a silver basin. "Will you look into the mirror?"
Chloe frowned, eyeing the basin with apprehension. "What will I see?"
Galadriel poured water into the basin from a silver jug, and a glow began to rise from the water. "Even the wisest cannot tell, for the mirror shows many things...things that were...things that are...and some things that have not yet come to pass."
Chloe slowly stepped up to the pedestal and peered down into the glossy surface. The night sky was reflected into the water, when suddenly it began to change before her very eyes, changing into a scene that'd plagued her mind ever since she'd come to Middle Earth..."Isildur." Moira whispered, tears in her eyes. "You cannot keep this. The Ring needs to be destroyed." She'd tried upon Mount Doom, she'd tried during the trip, and now that they were back, she tried once more, but just like times before, Isildur's heart was hardened towards the thought of doing what was right, and destroying the One Ring.
"Don't you see, my love?" Isildur turned towards her, smiling, wearing the Ring on the hand he reached for hers with. "With this Ring we will have dominion over all, and we will rule Middle Earth. With you by my side, and the Ring upon my finger, there will be none to stop me."
"Rule by your-?" Moira stopped, hand to her heart. "Isildur, you are married, and you have four sons. What happened between us was wrong, it was condemnable. I could never-."
"My wife will have her respect as King-Wife, but you shall be at my side as Royal Consort. You shall sit at my right hand." Isildur told her, eyes narrowed. "You are mine, I made you so and you accepted it that night. And even though it was only one night, I shall see to it that we are buried side by side in our old age."
Moira shook her head, heart hurting her so badly as she pulled her hand from his before running away. She ignored his calls for her to return, and instead took flight to find Galadriel, who was waiting on her, ever knowing. "I must leave here."
"What of the child?" Galadriel asked, hand resting on the mortal woman's flat stomach.
"We cannot stay." Moira shook her head, voice shaking as she cried. "I should never have come here. What good have I done? I took a man's heart from his wife...and the Ring was not destroyed."
"The child belongs to Middle Earth." Galadriel spoke calmly, knowingly. "He or she is of this world, child of Isildur, should anything happen to his sons this child would be his heir."
"No, Galadriel. No." Moira whimpered, collapsing onto Galadriel's chair. "We need to go home. Help me go home."
The Lady of the Elves eyed her friend with grim severity. "You are meant to stay here, to destroy the Ring. It is your destiny. You can convince Isildur if you stay. You just need time."
"No." Moira wasn't listening. "I shouldn't be here. I want to go home, Galadriel. I want to leave now."
"The Race of Man is selfish." Galadriel shook her head. "Selfish and stubborn."
Moira reached for her hand. "But the Race of Elves are kind, and understanding."
Galadriel sighed, a tired smile gracing her face. "I will miss you, Moira, daughter of Lane."
With a cry, Chloe pushed herself away from the pedestal and collapsed onto the ground, legs numb beneath her. Her whole body was numb, eyes wide in horror, as she shook her head.
That couldn't have truly happened!
She-she wasn't-she refused-!
Light instantly faded from the mirror.
"Moira only had one child." Galadriel spoke with certainty.
Chloe could only nod numbly.
"You are heiress of Isildur, the blood of Numenor, which has grown weak in the Man of this age, runs strong in you. It can run strong again in your people through you." Galadriel spoke with strength and determination. "This is your home, this war is your own."
Chloe brought her hands to her face, shaking her head. "It can't be."
Her mother wasn't an adulteress!
She couldn't have been!
"My father's name is Gabriel Sullivan, he's a manager of the Smallville Luthercorp Fertility Plant. He-."
"Your father is Isildur, son of Elendil. You belong to Middle Earth, and for that reason you were brought here in the time of its greatest need." Galadriel was shinning slightly. "Man must grow stronger while we fade, and you have been returned here so that it may be so. As Queen of Man, with the blood of Numenor strong in your veins, Man has hope of one day returning to its former greatness."
"Wait-hold your horses-Queen?" Chloe squeaked. "Are you-? You're not serious, are you? You-you can't be serious!" She pushed herself to her feet, breathing in and out, in and out. "I was-I wasn't even supposed to come here, I-."
"You were never supposed to leave." Galadriel's voice was firm and dark. "You were meant to be in Middle Earth, daughter of Isildur."
"Don't call me that!" Chloe felt like she was going to faint, everything around her dizzy. She wanted her father, she wanted Lois. "I'm Chloe Sullivan. Chloe Sulli-mother would have told me-she-before she-she would have made sure that I-she would have told me
"Your mother was a brave woman when it came to facing almost certain death, but she was the greatest coward when it came to her heart." Galadriel's words were cruel despite being true. "She knew that you would return one day, that Fate would have you sit upon the throne as Queen of Man, as was the birthright she deprived you of."
"He had four sons...they would have hated me...and I would never have been Queen anyway." Chloe whispered, trying-trying to keep her voice was breaking. "She was thinking of me."
"She thought only of herself and her heartbreak." Galadriel corrected.
Chloe took in a deep breath, wiping at her moist eyes. "I can't believe this." She closed her eyes tightly. "Just when I finally think I've found someone I end up discovering I'm the half sister of his great (times many) grandfather!" She covered her face and made a sound of despair. "Why does this crap keep happening to me?"
"You are related to his very distant ancestor, there is nothing wrong with your union." Galadriel declared.
"How many generations back are we talking about here?" Chloe asked, before shaking her head. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't." She looked up at Galadriel. "I'm here to help destroy the Ring, and maybe even to help Aragorn become King, I don't know about that last one. But I do know that I was not meant to become Queen."
"You may deny it now, but I know it will come to pass." Galadriel assured her serenely, before a small smile touched her lips. "You have more faith in Aragorn than your mother ever had in Isildur. I have hope for Man once more."
Chloe shook her head, turning and racing away, all hope for sleeping that night shot.
"Oh dear god." Lois gasped in horror, hand to her mouth. "She's Isildur's daughter
"At least, it's far back." Oliver frowned, looking at the family tree that'd burnt into the page. "According to this, all but the youngest of Isildur's sons were killed, that was the one that Aragorn came from, Valandil. Apparently he and his mother were safe in Rivendell the whole time."
"I don't care." Lois frowned.
Oliver ignored her. "So after Valandil there were seven further kings of Arnor, then came Amlaith, then there were fourteen further Kings of Arthedain, and then fifteen Chieftans of the Dunedain, and the last of those Chieftens was Arathorn II who was Aragorn's father."
Lois turned to look at him. "So the Elf woman was right when she said that, uh, despite Chloe being the daughter of Isildur-they really can't be considered like incestuously related. That's a lot of generations back. I mean, in our times, in our world, they mightn't even be considered related. I think. Maybe. I don't know."
She was frustrated.
Her cousin needed her right now and she couldn't get to her.Stupid. Book.
Oliver nodded, eyes narrowing as he continued reading. "Thats not good."
"What? What?" Lois turned to the page.
"Saruman has created something called Uruk-Hai's, which the text is saying were once Elves that had been taken by the Dark Powers, tortured and mutilated, and had been turned into a ruined and terrible form of life. Apparently they're stronger, faster, and more intelligent than Orcs."
"That's not good at all." Lois whispered, nibbling on her thumbnail.
"He's sending out 200 of these creatures to find the Fellowship, and bring back the hobbit with the Ring. Everyone else is to be killed." Oliver frowned. "The others don't know about these things. They won't be prepared!"
Lois banged her fist down onto the book. "LET US IN!"
The Fellowship were in small Elven boats, floating down the Anduin River. Legolas, Clark and Gimli were in one boat, the hobbits and Aragorn in another, and Chloe found herself in the same boat as Boromir. She knew that Aragorn was confused as to the reason why she'd ignored him and instead chosen to go with Boromir, but Chloe couldn't look at him right now. She just couldn't. She was tired and sad and confused and...and in denial.
The blonde knew that she needed to tell him what Galadriel had revealed to her, but she first needed to wrap her mind around it herself.
Chloe's hand went to the pedant she now wore.
When Galadriel had sent them off by the banks of the river by Lothlorien, she'd given Frodo a small crystal phial, and then she'd given Chloe the necklace she now wore.
It'd been her mother's, given to her by Isildur, and Galadriel had been keeping it for Chloe's return...for the Elf had always known Chloe would return to Middle Earth.
A flock of birds circled high above, black against the pale sky.
Aragorn watched them with concern.
The Elven boats drifted slowly through the steep, rocky gorge in the pre-dawn light.
Chloe spied on Aragorn as he slowly paddled at the stern.
How was she going to tell him this?
"Milady." Boromir captured her attention, pointing to something ahead of them.
Chloe looked away from Aragorn and towards where Boromir pointed, her eyes widened with amazement.
There were two enormous rock statues, towering like 300 feet pinnacles on either side of the river.
"They are carved images of Gondorian kings of old." Boromir explained in pride, the statues looming over the boats with power and majesty.
"The Argonath..." Aragorn's voice caused her to look at him once more in time to realize that he was moved by the beauty of the silent sentinels, speaking, almost as if to himself. "Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old...my kin."
And descendants through my half brother. Chloe hugged herself tightly.
The Fellowship stared in stunned silence as the current took them through the narrow gap through the statues' feet, not one suspecting what would soon befall them.