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crossoverficI started this story over a year ago, when I thought it would be "so fun!" to write an SG-1/LOTR crossover, not really thinking about the effort that would be needed to make it decent. It's a work in progress, and I work on it now irregularly--basically, whenever I have time and the muse strikes.
Here are the first two chapters, out of nine that I have currently written. It takes place in an AU Middle Earth.
"This should be a routine mission. The MALP showed no signs of intelligent life, though of course that is not to say there is none. This is strictly an exploratory mission. If you meet up with anything, do try not to get us in a war." General Hammond leveled Daniel with a pointed look, causing the archaeologist to squirm in his chair. "That was just that one time. Besides, I didn't know they would be so offended," he protested. Hammond cut him off with a gesture before he could continue. "Just try to stay out of any dangerous situations. Dismissed."
SG-1 filed out the door, heading for the Gateroom. As soon as they were inside, O'Neill sighed.
"Routine. Right. Meaning, we'll all be stuck in the infirmary for a week after we get back."
Daniel shrugged. "Hey, part of the risk of having a job that's never boring."
O'Neill only sighed again and headed for the Stargate, wondering what exactly would be broken, shot or concussed this time.
* * *
The team emerged from the gate into a thick forest. The trees were big, knotted, and drenched in moss; O'Neill doubted he could get his hands around the smallest of them. Behind him, Daniel sneezed. So far, so good, the Colonel thought wryly. Slowly he turned to look at the gate; it was covered in vines, moss, dead leaves, and a good layer of forest.
"Well, it doesn't look like anybody's been using this thing periodically," Daniel noted, brushing some leaves off the barely recognizable DHD. O'Neill fixed him with an exasperated glare. "Ya think?" he muttered, shifting his gun. The whole place was too eerily quiet.
"I don't like this silence," Carter said uneasily. O'Neill nodded absently in agreement. "Let's move out," he said, heading in the direction that seemed lightest. With luck, it would be the edge of the forest.
Thankfully, it was, and four stepped out of the trees onto a long, dry plain. O'Neill wrinkled his nose. "Something's burning," he said, stating the obvious. Daniel sneezed again.
"Sir," Carter said, looking past the Colonel, "maybe the probe didn't show any intelligence, but there are three people headed our way."
O'Neill turned and looked in the direction Carter was pointing. Sure enough, a trio of figures was approaching.
"Hide!" he hissed, diving into a green mass of plant life. Carter followed suit, and Teal'c ducked behind an adjacent log. Daniel, however, was staring intently at the trio as it came towards the forest. "They might be friendly," he said. "I don't see any guns or staff weapons."
"Daniel!" O'Neill yelled in a whisper. "Get over here before they see you! Just because they don't have staff weapons doesn't mean they aren't hostile!" To Carter he muttered, "When will he ever learn?"
"Unknown, sir," Carter answered with a straight face. O'Neill rolled his eyes. Daniel reluctantly squatted next to Teal'c behind the log. O'Neill, Carter and Teal'c raised their weapons and prepared to fire, just in case...
* * *
"The tracks lead away from the battle!" the scruffy, dark-haired man yelled, tracking a set of footprints across the plain like a hound. Then he stopped cold. "Into Fangorn Forest."
"Fangorn!" his small, stout companion muttered. "What madness drove them in there?"
The man with the scruffy beard gave no answer to the rhetorical question, his eyes following the tracks worriedly. His tumbled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a hand gripping his arm. He turned slightly. "What is it, Legolas?"
The third member of the party released his hold on the dark-haired man's arm. "There is someone in the forest, Aragorn," he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
Aragorn stiffened. Legolas, an Elf, had incredible eyesight and was able to see things at long distances that Aragorn himself could not hope to discern. "What was it?" he asked the Elf in an equally low tone. "One of the hobbits?"
Legolas shook his head. "It was too tall, perhaps the size of a man."
"An Orc?"
"No. I saw it only briefly before it vanished, but it was too fair to be an Orc."
Aragorn drew his sword. "We must proceed with caution. It may not have been an Orc, but other strange and hostile creatures may have made their lair in Fangorn. If Merry and Pippin are yet alive, they may still be in danger."
The small, stout man held his weapon, an axe, out at the ready and Legolas fitted an arrow to his weapon of choice, a wooden bow that was slender yet deadly. Cautiously, the three crept towards the edge of the forest, preparing to come face to face with whatever unfamiliar creatures were awaiting them.
* * *
Adjusting her binoculars, Carter trained them on the advancing figures. "I see weapons, sir," she reported. "Nothing fancy, though. Bows and arrows, a sword, an axe."
O'Neill nodded and relaxed his grip on the P-90. "All right, kids, let's get out of this stuff. I think I'm getting a rash." Standing, he grimaced and pulled a handful of leaves out from under his shirt. Daniel followed suit, stepping over a fallen branch and into the open.
"Hi, I'm Daniel--" the archaeologist began, but stopped short when he found an arrow aimed right between his eyes.
"Jackson," he finished, slowly raising his hands. "We're peaceful explorers from a planet called Earth."
A quick look passed between the dark-haired and blond strangers, then the former turned to Daniel.
"What is your purpose in Fangorn Forest?"
Daniel cleared his throat and eyed the blond's bow and arrows, which, although no longer aimed directly at him, were still tense. He had no doubt the blond knew exactly what to do with them. "Like I said, we're explorers. We came here through the Stargate."
The dark-haired man frowned suspiciously. "Stargate?"
"Uh, it's also called a 'Chaapa'ai,' in some places," Daniel offered, but there was still no recognition in the man's eyes.
Getting impatient, O'Neill stepped forward. "It's a big ring thingy, it's made of--"
"Ring?" the man interrupted, a startled look crossing his face.
O'Neill raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, it's ring-shaped. You press the symbols on the dialer, it spins, there's a big 'whoosh,' and then we just walk through it to get to other planets." Waiting for a response, he got three blank looks for his trouble.
"It appears these people have not heard of the Stargate, O'Neill," Teal'c stated the obvious.
"That's not too surprising, sir, considering the amount of plant life we found on the Stargate," Carter spoke up.
"All right, let's try this again," Daniel suggested. "I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill, that's Major Samantha Carter, and that's Teal'c."
The dark-haired man nodded smoothly. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn is my name, and my companions are Gimli son of Gloin," he indicated the bushy-bearded dwarf, "and Legolas son of Thranduil." The blond archer bowed slightly.
"We are searching for two of our friends," Legolas spoke up. "Perhaps you saw them in the forest?"
"No, I'm afraid not--" Daniel began, when O'Neill cut in.
"If you'll excuse us for a moment?" he addressed Aragorn. Beckoning to Daniel, he led his team a short distance away, out of hearing range of Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli.
"Jack, I think we should help them look for their friends!" Daniel said quickly. "It'll give me an opportunity to learn about their customs, their culture, their history. We can find out if they've ever heard about the Goa'uld before."
"Daniel, they've never heard of the Stargate, I doubt they're familiar with the Goa'uld," O'Neill said skeptically.
"But we won't know for sure until we ask them," Daniel pointed out stubbornly.
O'Neill sighed. "First, let's see if they even want any help in finding their friends. They look like a pretty wary bunch."
"Well, sir, if a bunch of people had just walked up to you saying they were explorers from a different planet, wouldn't you be suspicious too?" Carter asked.
O'Neill was about to come up with a sarcastic retort, but Daniel didn't give him a chance. The scientist was already making his way back towards the trio.
"If you don't mind, we'd like to help you look for your friends," he said.
Aragorn narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young stranger in front of him. He couldn't detect any deceit in this Daniel Jackson's voice, but decided to keep his sword close at hand, just in case. The spies of Sauron were many, after all.
"Our friends are two young hobbits by the names of Merry and Pippin," he explained. "We were just tracking their footprints, leading into Fangorn Forest."
"Good luck finding 'em in there," O'Neill muttered under his breath, casting a glance over his shoulder into the murky forest.
"How is it that your friends became separated from you?" Teal'c inquired.
Aragorn's expression turned grim as he remembered. "They were captured."
Teal'c arched an eyebrow and O'Neill looked up sharply. "Captured? By what?"
The answer came from Legolas. "Orcs," he said, a slight undercurrent of tension in his voice. Jackson noticed the elf fingering one of his arrows. "Uruk-hai, to be precise."
"Warriors of Saruman," growled Gimli, hoisting his axe.
"All right, wait a second here," O'Neill spoke up. "Saruman? Uruk-whats?"
Aragorn frowned. "Have you not heard of the White Wizard and his army?"
Daniel jumped in before O'Neill could reply. "Uh, first things first, here. What exactly is an Uruk-hai?"
"Cruel monsters, created by Saruman, to be used in his onslaught against Middle Earth," answered Aragorn.
"And your friends were captured by these...Uruk-hai?" asked Carter. "How do you know they're still alive?"
"This particular band of Uruks was destroyed in the night by Riders of Rohan," Aragorn replied, pointing to a large cloud of smoke rising towards the sky. "The riders burned the carcasses."
"So that's what that smell was," O'Neill mumbled.
"We found Merry and Pippin's footprints leading away from the battle scene," Aragorn continued. "They must have slipped away during the chaos of the slaughter."
As Aragorn finished speaking, O'Neill straightened and shifted his P-90. "Okay, Daniel, Teal'c, stay with these fine people and see what else you can find out. Carter, with me."
"Wait--where are you going?" Daniel asked.
O'Neill paused. "I want to see these 'Uruk-hai' for myself." He glanced over at Carter. "Major?"
Turning, he strode across the plain towards the smoke, Carter following.
As they reached the pile of bodies, they were greeted by the sight of an Uruk's severed head, impaled on a spear that had been jammed into the ground. "Very cute," O'Neill commented dryly.
Carter wrinkled her nose in distaste, then approached the heap. "Well, sir, I'm not sure what all you can tell from here. These bodies are--"
On the other side of the pile, O'Neill frowned, perplexed at her abrupt stop. "Are what, Carter?"
There was a second of silence, then Carter spoke up again.
"Sir, you'd better take a look at this."
O'Neill made his way around the pile to where his second-in-command knelt, gun in hand.
"What is it?" he asked, his knees protesting as he squatted next to her.
"Look."
He squinted, the smoke obscuring his vision. Then his eyes widened.
"Oh, for crying out loud. Is that what I think it is?"
"I'm afraid so, sir."
There in the pile, among the Uruk-hai remains, lay the charred but still recognizable corpse of a Goa'uld larva.
Carter straightened and backed away. "Sir, these are...were...Jaffa."
Here are the first two chapters, out of nine that I have currently written. It takes place in an AU Middle Earth.
"This should be a routine mission. The MALP showed no signs of intelligent life, though of course that is not to say there is none. This is strictly an exploratory mission. If you meet up with anything, do try not to get us in a war." General Hammond leveled Daniel with a pointed look, causing the archaeologist to squirm in his chair. "That was just that one time. Besides, I didn't know they would be so offended," he protested. Hammond cut him off with a gesture before he could continue. "Just try to stay out of any dangerous situations. Dismissed."
SG-1 filed out the door, heading for the Gateroom. As soon as they were inside, O'Neill sighed.
"Routine. Right. Meaning, we'll all be stuck in the infirmary for a week after we get back."
Daniel shrugged. "Hey, part of the risk of having a job that's never boring."
O'Neill only sighed again and headed for the Stargate, wondering what exactly would be broken, shot or concussed this time.
The team emerged from the gate into a thick forest. The trees were big, knotted, and drenched in moss; O'Neill doubted he could get his hands around the smallest of them. Behind him, Daniel sneezed. So far, so good, the Colonel thought wryly. Slowly he turned to look at the gate; it was covered in vines, moss, dead leaves, and a good layer of forest.
"Well, it doesn't look like anybody's been using this thing periodically," Daniel noted, brushing some leaves off the barely recognizable DHD. O'Neill fixed him with an exasperated glare. "Ya think?" he muttered, shifting his gun. The whole place was too eerily quiet.
"I don't like this silence," Carter said uneasily. O'Neill nodded absently in agreement. "Let's move out," he said, heading in the direction that seemed lightest. With luck, it would be the edge of the forest.
Thankfully, it was, and four stepped out of the trees onto a long, dry plain. O'Neill wrinkled his nose. "Something's burning," he said, stating the obvious. Daniel sneezed again.
"Sir," Carter said, looking past the Colonel, "maybe the probe didn't show any intelligence, but there are three people headed our way."
O'Neill turned and looked in the direction Carter was pointing. Sure enough, a trio of figures was approaching.
"Hide!" he hissed, diving into a green mass of plant life. Carter followed suit, and Teal'c ducked behind an adjacent log. Daniel, however, was staring intently at the trio as it came towards the forest. "They might be friendly," he said. "I don't see any guns or staff weapons."
"Daniel!" O'Neill yelled in a whisper. "Get over here before they see you! Just because they don't have staff weapons doesn't mean they aren't hostile!" To Carter he muttered, "When will he ever learn?"
"Unknown, sir," Carter answered with a straight face. O'Neill rolled his eyes. Daniel reluctantly squatted next to Teal'c behind the log. O'Neill, Carter and Teal'c raised their weapons and prepared to fire, just in case...
"The tracks lead away from the battle!" the scruffy, dark-haired man yelled, tracking a set of footprints across the plain like a hound. Then he stopped cold. "Into Fangorn Forest."
"Fangorn!" his small, stout companion muttered. "What madness drove them in there?"
The man with the scruffy beard gave no answer to the rhetorical question, his eyes following the tracks worriedly. His tumbled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a hand gripping his arm. He turned slightly. "What is it, Legolas?"
The third member of the party released his hold on the dark-haired man's arm. "There is someone in the forest, Aragorn," he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
Aragorn stiffened. Legolas, an Elf, had incredible eyesight and was able to see things at long distances that Aragorn himself could not hope to discern. "What was it?" he asked the Elf in an equally low tone. "One of the hobbits?"
Legolas shook his head. "It was too tall, perhaps the size of a man."
"An Orc?"
"No. I saw it only briefly before it vanished, but it was too fair to be an Orc."
Aragorn drew his sword. "We must proceed with caution. It may not have been an Orc, but other strange and hostile creatures may have made their lair in Fangorn. If Merry and Pippin are yet alive, they may still be in danger."
The small, stout man held his weapon, an axe, out at the ready and Legolas fitted an arrow to his weapon of choice, a wooden bow that was slender yet deadly. Cautiously, the three crept towards the edge of the forest, preparing to come face to face with whatever unfamiliar creatures were awaiting them.
Adjusting her binoculars, Carter trained them on the advancing figures. "I see weapons, sir," she reported. "Nothing fancy, though. Bows and arrows, a sword, an axe."
O'Neill nodded and relaxed his grip on the P-90. "All right, kids, let's get out of this stuff. I think I'm getting a rash." Standing, he grimaced and pulled a handful of leaves out from under his shirt. Daniel followed suit, stepping over a fallen branch and into the open.
"Hi, I'm Daniel--" the archaeologist began, but stopped short when he found an arrow aimed right between his eyes.
"Jackson," he finished, slowly raising his hands. "We're peaceful explorers from a planet called Earth."
A quick look passed between the dark-haired and blond strangers, then the former turned to Daniel.
"What is your purpose in Fangorn Forest?"
Daniel cleared his throat and eyed the blond's bow and arrows, which, although no longer aimed directly at him, were still tense. He had no doubt the blond knew exactly what to do with them. "Like I said, we're explorers. We came here through the Stargate."
The dark-haired man frowned suspiciously. "Stargate?"
"Uh, it's also called a 'Chaapa'ai,' in some places," Daniel offered, but there was still no recognition in the man's eyes.
Getting impatient, O'Neill stepped forward. "It's a big ring thingy, it's made of--"
"Ring?" the man interrupted, a startled look crossing his face.
O'Neill raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, it's ring-shaped. You press the symbols on the dialer, it spins, there's a big 'whoosh,' and then we just walk through it to get to other planets." Waiting for a response, he got three blank looks for his trouble.
"It appears these people have not heard of the Stargate, O'Neill," Teal'c stated the obvious.
"That's not too surprising, sir, considering the amount of plant life we found on the Stargate," Carter spoke up.
"All right, let's try this again," Daniel suggested. "I'm Daniel Jackson, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill, that's Major Samantha Carter, and that's Teal'c."
The dark-haired man nodded smoothly. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn is my name, and my companions are Gimli son of Gloin," he indicated the bushy-bearded dwarf, "and Legolas son of Thranduil." The blond archer bowed slightly.
"We are searching for two of our friends," Legolas spoke up. "Perhaps you saw them in the forest?"
"No, I'm afraid not--" Daniel began, when O'Neill cut in.
"If you'll excuse us for a moment?" he addressed Aragorn. Beckoning to Daniel, he led his team a short distance away, out of hearing range of Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli.
"Jack, I think we should help them look for their friends!" Daniel said quickly. "It'll give me an opportunity to learn about their customs, their culture, their history. We can find out if they've ever heard about the Goa'uld before."
"Daniel, they've never heard of the Stargate, I doubt they're familiar with the Goa'uld," O'Neill said skeptically.
"But we won't know for sure until we ask them," Daniel pointed out stubbornly.
O'Neill sighed. "First, let's see if they even want any help in finding their friends. They look like a pretty wary bunch."
"Well, sir, if a bunch of people had just walked up to you saying they were explorers from a different planet, wouldn't you be suspicious too?" Carter asked.
O'Neill was about to come up with a sarcastic retort, but Daniel didn't give him a chance. The scientist was already making his way back towards the trio.
"If you don't mind, we'd like to help you look for your friends," he said.
Aragorn narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young stranger in front of him. He couldn't detect any deceit in this Daniel Jackson's voice, but decided to keep his sword close at hand, just in case. The spies of Sauron were many, after all.
"Our friends are two young hobbits by the names of Merry and Pippin," he explained. "We were just tracking their footprints, leading into Fangorn Forest."
"Good luck finding 'em in there," O'Neill muttered under his breath, casting a glance over his shoulder into the murky forest.
"How is it that your friends became separated from you?" Teal'c inquired.
Aragorn's expression turned grim as he remembered. "They were captured."
Teal'c arched an eyebrow and O'Neill looked up sharply. "Captured? By what?"
The answer came from Legolas. "Orcs," he said, a slight undercurrent of tension in his voice. Jackson noticed the elf fingering one of his arrows. "Uruk-hai, to be precise."
"Warriors of Saruman," growled Gimli, hoisting his axe.
"All right, wait a second here," O'Neill spoke up. "Saruman? Uruk-whats?"
Aragorn frowned. "Have you not heard of the White Wizard and his army?"
Daniel jumped in before O'Neill could reply. "Uh, first things first, here. What exactly is an Uruk-hai?"
"Cruel monsters, created by Saruman, to be used in his onslaught against Middle Earth," answered Aragorn.
"And your friends were captured by these...Uruk-hai?" asked Carter. "How do you know they're still alive?"
"This particular band of Uruks was destroyed in the night by Riders of Rohan," Aragorn replied, pointing to a large cloud of smoke rising towards the sky. "The riders burned the carcasses."
"So that's what that smell was," O'Neill mumbled.
"We found Merry and Pippin's footprints leading away from the battle scene," Aragorn continued. "They must have slipped away during the chaos of the slaughter."
As Aragorn finished speaking, O'Neill straightened and shifted his P-90. "Okay, Daniel, Teal'c, stay with these fine people and see what else you can find out. Carter, with me."
"Wait--where are you going?" Daniel asked.
O'Neill paused. "I want to see these 'Uruk-hai' for myself." He glanced over at Carter. "Major?"
Turning, he strode across the plain towards the smoke, Carter following.
As they reached the pile of bodies, they were greeted by the sight of an Uruk's severed head, impaled on a spear that had been jammed into the ground. "Very cute," O'Neill commented dryly.
Carter wrinkled her nose in distaste, then approached the heap. "Well, sir, I'm not sure what all you can tell from here. These bodies are--"
On the other side of the pile, O'Neill frowned, perplexed at her abrupt stop. "Are what, Carter?"
There was a second of silence, then Carter spoke up again.
"Sir, you'd better take a look at this."
O'Neill made his way around the pile to where his second-in-command knelt, gun in hand.
"What is it?" he asked, his knees protesting as he squatted next to her.
"Look."
He squinted, the smoke obscuring his vision. Then his eyes widened.
"Oh, for crying out loud. Is that what I think it is?"
"I'm afraid so, sir."
There in the pile, among the Uruk-hai remains, lay the charred but still recognizable corpse of a Goa'uld larva.
Carter straightened and backed away. "Sir, these are...were...Jaffa."
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Date: 2004-10-11 12:32 pm (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1463773/1/
Hope you persevere with it, I'm enjoying it so far.
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 02:26 pm (UTC)*rolls on floor, wracked with uncontrollable laughter*
Very, very nice, if likely the prologue to big trouble at the SGC. Well done.
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Date: 2004-10-13 04:36 pm (UTC)