Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville/Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers
Sequel to - The Metahuman, The Ranger, and the One Ring
Fandom: Smallville/LOTR: The Two Towers
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The broken up Fellowship are still trying to complete their respective missions, the League are still trying to find Zatanna, Chloe and Aragorn still have a couple of roadblocks to pass before they can actually have a relationship, and Lois is *still* trying to get into the book. Cue battles, jealousy, and some sexiness.
"'The world has changed…' Galadriel's voice echoed in Elrond's mind as he remained on his balcony, watching the entourage with his daughter leaving for the boats that would take them to Valinor and safety. " Dinah read loudly as Zatanna used the bathroom, the door interconnecting the rooms open. " 'I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the Air.' Galadriel continued. 'The power of the enemy is growing, Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan."
"Damn it." Zatanna could be heard cursing, and spraying airfreshner.
"Isengard has been unleashed." Dinah continued. "The eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor to the last free kingdom of Men. His war on this county will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close and that the strength of the Ring-bearer is failing."
The toilet flushed and the water could be heard as Zatanna washed her hands before emerging from the bathroom, closing the door.
"In his heart, Frodo begins to understand the quest will claim his life." Dinah's eyes widened in horror as she read that. "You know this."
Zatanna sat down numbly on the edge of the bed.
"You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took." Dinah shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around the thought of Frodo and Sam dead, unable to accept the very thought. "In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of Men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hands, take the Ring for his own and the world will fall. It is close now…so close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion of all life on this Earth, even unto the ending of the world. The time of the Elves…is over.'" Dinah changed her tone now that she wasn't quoting Galadriel anymore. "Elrond approached the painting of Isildur defeating Auron with the broken blade of Narsil, when Galadriel's voice returned to his mind. ' Do we leave Middle Earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?' Elrond's face was etched with his frustration and indecision as his mother-in-law's words haunted him."
"Galadriel is Elrond's mother-in-law?" Zatanna gasped.
Dinah shrugged. "Apparently."
"What else is it saying?" Zatanna moved closer to the blonde so she could watch the words begin burnt on the pages.
But this wasn't about the Elves, or about Chloe, or even Lois.
This was about Frodo and Sam, and their captors.
These people who had them captured were well-informed, a map of Middle Earth unrolled on the table of a hideout as they discussed the attack on Rohan and Theoden's fleeing to Helm's Deep. They consensus was that they had to defend their own borders and thus those of Rohan were on their own. They also pointed out to Faramir, their leader, that the Orcs were on the move from the Black Gate to Osgiliath, the Men in the know of Sauron marshaling an army. Apparently "Easterlings" and "Southrons" were passing through the Black Gate into Morder daily by the thousands.
At least they seemed to know that Saruman was on Sauron's side, and that while Sauron would attack from Morder Saruman would from Isengard.
They also knew that when this attack would happen, that they would be too weak to put up any sort of defense.
With all his bad news, Faramir went to interrogate Frodo and Sam, accusing them of being Orc spies, Frodo explaining about the fellowship that'd left Rivendale, vaguely mentioning the deaths and those they'd lost, but none really got any reaction out of their captor until Boromir's name was mentioned.
It was then that they discovered that Boromir had fallen after they'd split from the Fellowship, and that their captor was none other than his younger brother.
And then Gollum/Smeagol/"Preciousssssss" was found and Frodo (to keep the others from killing him) helped in his capture.
Obviously that would come back to bite him in his hobbit butt later on.
"Okay, I officially love Sam." Zatanna cooed after reading Sam telling Frodo to use the Ring and escaped, obviously intending for himself to be left behind for Frodo's safety.
"Only now?" Dinah scoffed. "I've loved him ever since the "Secret Meeting" at Rivendell."
And of COURSE Faramir heard about the Ring. Mental face palm. And now he was being lulled by the hum of the Ring, which wanted back in the hand's of Man.
And then Sam began even more etched into the women's hearts as he threw himself between Frodo and Faramir, protecting Frodo as he told the much larger man to leave Frodo alone and that they had to destroy the ring.
And then the city Faramir was supposed to be protecting was attacked and the men shipped out to go defend it, dragging the hobbits with them.
"Can't this thing go any faster?" Lois wanted to know as she held on tightly to Eomer's waist. "Shift it into third gear or something!"
Eomer sent her a confused look over his shoulder. "It would go faster were it not burdened down by not only two riders, but your…luggage."
"Dude, when we're neck deep in monster shit you're gonna be glad I packed heavy." She poked his shoulder.
"I am not this "Dude"." He mumbled to himself. "I am Eomer."
"I know that, don't be a Nimrod." She rolled her eyes as they stopped over a ridge overlooking the plains. "Get with the program!"
"Every word that escapes your lips leaves me more and more befuddled." Eomer declared to her. "It is the only reason why I believe that you truly are friends with Oliver son of Queen."
"Eomer?" Lois reached around and grabbed his chin, turning it towards something. "Get a load of that."
Eomer hissed something, his gaze finally seeing what hers had.
Still far off in the distance, a massive Uruk-Hair army marched in files towards Helm's Deep. The black lines of troops stretched beyond eyesight.
"Believe me." Lois mumbled. "When those things get to Helm's Deep, you're gonna love me for what I packed."
"Hold onto me tightly." Eomer whispered before spurring the horse into a deathly gallop.
It was all Lois could do to hold on and not scream.
Theoden and his people were soothed in a false sense of security and safety, but Chloe and the Fellowship knew better. The blonde knew that as a story it would make no sense to end things this way, which meant there would be a big battle, and the walls would be breached. Any good war story had an actual battle where many good men died, and that was what she was worrying about, because the best men she'd ever known were here with her. And none of them could rest. They'd sworn that they'd do so yet hadn't kept their words, not trusting the walls of Helm's Deep, as was more than obvious in their actions.
Oliver and Gimli were down in the courtyard, training, one with the bow and arrow and the other with his axe.
Up above Clark and Legolas walked the battlements together. Their weapons were close at hand and while they never stopped talking and chuckling, sending the other little amused smiles, their gazes would always return faithfully to the horizon.
The only one who was keeping his word and trying to sleep was Aragorn.
Walking through the hallways, Chloe nodded to the women who passed her, some of the soldiers stopping to praise her for her archery and enquire if she truly was Moira Lane's daughter.
Finally finally, she made it outside of his door and hesitated before reaching for the door handle and opening it to the darkness within. The blonde slipped inside, locking the door behind her, greens growing slowly accustomed to the darkness to prove that yes this was Aragorn's room.
The Ranger slept on the bed, shirtless, the sheets lay across his hips.
Chloe gulped as she watched him, her pulse accelerating as her fingers went to her cloak, slowly working on the tie, feeling the material pool at her feet. She hesitated, taking in a deep breath, wondering if she was really going to do this-and she nodded, psyching herself to continue. Lots of people were going to die soon, and she refused to maybe bite the dust, or lose Aragorn, without having truly had him.
Unbuttoning her pants, Chloe watched it fall and began undoing her shirt when she started seeing the tentacles that marred the side of her body from the curve of her hip to the underswell of her breast. The blonde gulped, staring at the ugly deformities before looking away, disgusted. She turned her back on Aragorn, holding the side of the shirt closed over her chest, deciding that if she was going to do this the shirt would have to stay on. It wouldn't hide all evidence of the deformities, but this way she wouldn't expose Aragorn to such an ugly side of her.
Suddenly warmth engulfed her from behind as the musky scent of Aragorn's scent wafted into her nostrils. "Why do you turn your back on me, My Lady?"
Her heart raced in her throat. "You have to stop scaring me like that!"
His chuckle was low as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I assure you, to frighten you has never been my intention."
"How long have you been awake?" Chloe wanted to know, staring down at her pants.
"Since you approached my door." He whispered into her ear, his arms around her tightly, keeping her trapped in his embrace. "You are a vixen, My Lady, tempting my sorely tested self control."
"I try." She chuckled nervously, turning in his embrace and tilting backwards slightly so as to stare into his face in the shadows.
His gaze was dark, fighting his urges before finally lowering from her face to her body, a little groan escaping his lips as his hands moved from around her to the front of her shirt, finishing unbuttoning it.
"Leave my shirt on." She begged, grabbing his hands. "I don't want you to see what the poison's done to my body."
He stared down into her eyes before falling to his knees before her, resting his cheek against her scarred hip. "Why do you not understand?" Aragorn whispered, turning so that his lips now pressed against one of the tentacles of purple and black in a kiss. "Everything about you is beautiful in my eyes." His hands slowly moving her shirt off, exposing her to him, a little groan escaping those lips as he took in her nakedness. "Melamin." And then the Ranger's lips returned to her hip, tracing the tentacle back to the root of the problem, the scar that would always remain from where the Witch King had impaled her. It was from this scar that the tentacles of color seeped outwards and marred her white skin.
Heart racing, Chloe could feel each kiss, each nip, each lick, and it sent her crazy. Her hands went to his head, her fingers digging into his hair, clenching as the vee of her thighs tingled in anticipation.
As the horse rested on the hill overlooking the wide plains, Lois got her first view of what could only be Helm's Deep, nestled in the mountain.
She gave a little squeal and squeezed Eomer. "I could cry!"
He was silent, urging the horse into a run, obviously not one to waste time, each gallop bringing them closer and closer to the gates.
Suddenly a shout ran out throughout the barracks and the doors were opened to them before they raced through, people gathering around them.
"Lord Eomer is alive!" The crowds praised. "He is alive!"
Eomer brought the horse to a stop and as a soldier took charge of it, Eomer dismounted, reaching up for Lois.
She raised an eyebrow before slipping off all on her very own, pulling her heavy backpack with her.
"Lois!?" Two voices yelled at the same time.
Lois' eyes widened and the first one she saw was Clark as he hurried down some stairs. "Smallville!"
"I can't believe it!" He actually hugged her, holding her tight.
"I know right?" Lois patted his back brusquely. "I was starting to think the second book didn't like me either!"
"We're already into the second?" Clark looked up as Oliver hugged Eomer and said something to him that had the young Lord of Rohan scowling at him.
"You know this young lady?" A bearded dwarf that could only be Gimli asked Clark.
"Gimli!" Lois gasped, shocked to actually see the real him and not just a drawing. "You're handsomer than the pictures give you credit."
He went a little red behind his beard as he huffed, obviously not sure how to respond to that.
"Lois…" Clark sighed before turning to Gimli and…Legolas…damn….the Elf was fine! "This is Lois Lane."
"Lane?" One of the men asked. "As in Moira Lane?"
"My aunt." She exclaimed. "I'm Chloe's first cousin." She looked around. "Where is my little cousin anyway?"
"Eomer!" A blonde chick cried out, racing into his arms and crying.
Eomer held her tightly and whispered into her hair. "I am well, Eowyn, do not cry my sister." He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "Where is Theoden King? We have grave news that we must impart."
"You can do the imparting." Lois shooed him away, looking around the multitude. "I'm still searching for my cousin. She and I need to have a long conversation before the fighting starts and I have a feeling we don't have much time to catch up."
"We are safe here in Helm's Deep." Another voice announced as the king approached, the multitude making way for him. "Saruman would have to have a long reach to even think of-."
"Well, does ten thousand Orcs marching this way constitute as a "long reach"?" Lois wanted to know, causing an uproar of fear among the multitude, and for Eomer to wince. "Because King Guy, that is what's heading this way."
"Ten thousand?" King Theoden whispered, turning to Eomer for confirmation, his countenance going gray at his nephew's silent nod. "Come with me to the throne room. Now." His gaze went to Legolas, Clark and the others. "You as well." His head turned to the others. "Someone find Lord Aragorn and Lady Chloe and inform them of the happenings and of the meeting that is taking place. They should be there."
Lois opened her mouth to volunteer to go with whoever was fetching her cousin, but Clark and Oliver went on her each side and led her away, the brunette pouting.