Fem Percy Jackson x The Hobbit & LOTR
@theallylayne for the inspiration and this is in no way a copy cat of their works and therefore I credit them to the original of a Fem Percy Jackson x Hobbit/LOTR works in which I felt the inspiration to write u...
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Gandalf and his company sit on their horses. They look towards Mordor.
"Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift." Gandalf whispers to the group "The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness." as they move ever closer to the black tower.
A small group of riders move through the forest: Éomer, Théoden, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Hali and Gimli. They look around warily, as the low sounds of lumbering trees are heard around them.The end of the forest, followed by Isengard, comes into view. Hobbit laughter is heard.
Merry and Pippin sit on top of the Isengard storeroom, feasting. "It's good. Definately from the Shire. Longbottom Leaf, eh?" Merry pulls a barrel from the higher shelf looking back at Pippin. "I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon..." Pip smiles "Hmm, Green Dragon." Merry closes his eyes to remember their little pub. "A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up on a settle after a hard day's work." Pip says with a pipe in his mouth. "Only, you've never done a hard day's work." Merry rips at him with a twinkle in his eye.
The riders appear, and approach the crumbled gates encircling Isengard, the two Hobbits spot the riders, ripling the stilled lake.
"Welcome, my Lords...and beautiful Lady to Isengard!" Merry cheers from a top the crushed stone wall. Hali and Aragorn grin up at them from horse back. "You young rascals! A merry chase you've led us on, and now we find you feasting and... and smoking!" Gimli grumbles from behind Legolas, Pippin slightly inebriated and touched by the longleaf. "We are sitting on the field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good." he says holding up a nice cut slab of said meat in front of the group. "Salted pork?" Gimli grins too. Gandalf impatiently mutters to himself annoyed "Hobbits." "We're under orders from Treebeard, who's taken over management of Isengard." Merry explains.
The group approaches Orthanc, the tower of Isengard.
Treebeard stares down and the wizard and company. "Young master Gandalf, I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a Wizard to manage here, locked in his tower." The group looks around, uncomfortable. Hali shifts within her saddle feeling the hum of black magic. Aragorn whispers out into the air "Show yourself." Eyes shift every which way out upon the landscape. "Be careful; even in defeat Saruman is dangerous." Gandalf forewarns. Gimli growls behind Legolas "Then let's just have his head and be done with it." "No, we need him alive. We need him to talk." Gandalf reasons with the dwarf. A voice calls out from above, and Saruman comes into view, standing on the top of the tower.
Saruman leans heavily on his staff looking down from the top of the tower. "You have fought many wars and slain many men Théoden king, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council together, as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?" Gríma whimpers like a kicked dog behind Saruman who calls down to Théoden, who howls back up at him "We shall have peace." Théoden responds softly at first, but quickly becomes more assured.
"We shall have peace... when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there. We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows... we shall have peace."
"Gibbets and crows? Dotard!" Saruman hisses his illusion of peace broken before he turns to Gandalf, "What do you want Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess: the key of Orthanc, or perhaps the key of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards!" Gandalf stays as calm as he can before calling out to the once mentor and friend "Your treachary has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk, but you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council." Hali feels something lurking in the shadows of the man looking down at them. Realizing he has something to bargain with, Saruman grin, "So you have come here for information. I have some for you." From his robes, Saruman whips out a glowing Palantír, and stares at it raptly. Flinching Hali growls at the dark object within the wizards hands.
"Something festers in the heart of Middle-Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon." Saruman grins like a cat who's had cream for it's supper. Gandalf moves Shadowfax forward. "You're all going to die." Saruman chackles before once again looking down on Gandalf. "But you know this don't you, Gandalf." Saruman sneers down at Aragon, "You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king. Gandalf does not hesetate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me... what words of comfort did you give the halfling before you sent him to his doom?" Gandalf sighs. "The path that you have set him on can only lead to death." Saruman grins down.
Gimli hissing in Legolas' ear "I've heard enough. Shoot him. Stick an arrow in his gob." Legolas reaches for his quiver but is stopped. Gandalf's hand reaches for the elf princes raising arm "No, Come down Saruman, and your live will be spared." Saruman spits "Save your pity and your mercy; I have no use for it!" Saruman shoots a fireball from his staff. The flames engulf Gandalf and Shadowfax. The flames die out, revealing an unscathed Gandalf, to Saruman's surprise. "Saruman, your staff is broken." Gandalf announces as Saruman's staff shatters in his hand. From behind Saruman, a hunched figure approaches: Gríma Worm-tongue. Hali's lip drawls back in a snarl at the greasy little man who had stalked her new dear female friend in her own home. Théoden calls up to the once loyal man of his court "Gríma, you need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan! Come down." Gríma bows to Théoden.
Saruman laughs at them both, "A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? Victory at helms deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires." Théoden once again speaks softly to the small man "Gríma, come down. Be free of him." "Free? He will never be free." Saruman hisses, "No." Grima whimpers back
"Get down, cur!" Saruman slaps Gríma and sends him falling down.
Gandalf recalls the wizards attention to him "Saruman, you were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know." Gríma draws a dagger, "You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where you doom will be decided." Gríma lunges towards Saruman. Saruman boldly demands "I will not be held prisoner here." Hali draws her arrow, "NOO!" Gríma stabs Saruman in the back, twice. Hali let's loose her shot and hits Gríma, who falls down, dead. Saruman falls off the tower and is impaled by the spoke of a large water wheel.
Gandalf turns around on Shadowfax "Send word to all our allies, and to every corner of Middle-Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike." The wheel turns, sliding Saruman's body under the water. The Palantír drops into the shallows. Treebeard rumbles "The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees." Pippin sees a glowing orb in the water. He dismounts Aragorn's horse for a closer look. "Pippin!" Hali calls out to the halfling, Pippin picks up the orb. It is one of the Palantír. Treebeard booms "Bless my bark!" "Peregrin Took, I'll take that, my lad. Quickly now!" Gandalf demands Pippin, reluctantly hands Gandalf the orb. Gandalf covers it up, and with a sidelong glance at Pippin, turns away. The group rides for Edoras back to the rest of the people of Rohan who prepared the hall for celebrations.
