Post by Darth Sparkly on Feb 8, 2007 22:09:15 GMT -5
A/N: This is just a crossover of SW, LotR, and CoN. Narnia doesn't come in until later though. Alternate Universe in which Arda is an outer rim planet in the Star Wars galaxy. Right now, it's taking place at about the same time period as KotOR.
Peregrin Took opened his eyes.
The hobbit blinked as the stars rushed above him. He was on the back of Gandalf’s horse Shadowfax, and they were galloping swiftly. The young halfling yawned. Gandalf the White was in front of him, staff in one hand, a moonlike glow lighting the ground dimly as the white equine galloped tiredlessly over the terrain.
Pippin had been through so much lately. It started what seemed like a long time ago, when his friend Frodo had discovered that he had the Ruling Ring. They went out on a quest to destroy it…Pippin really had no idea what was going on half the time; he only knew that it was the adventure of his lifetime. Gandalf, who at first seemed to the Shire a lively old wizard, turned out to be more then anyone expected –he was a Jedi. Pippin, of course, had no idea before what a Jedi was, or what the Force was, or anything like that. He was only concerned with the Shire, his own life, his own friends, his own kitchen; just like any other hobbit, he had been ignorant to the outside world. That was before Gandalf discovered that the ring Frodo had was, in fact, Sauron’s ring.
Pippin would have never guessed he was Force-sensitive, even if he had known such a thing existed. It was something that would have never crossed his mind. Gandalf had decided to take Pippin as his padawan learner, with the Jedi Counsel’s approval. They had communicated through thinks called comlinks, and holograms, things that Pippin didn’t quite fully grasp. Middle-earth wasn’t exactly what you would call a technically advanced place.
Gandalf had explained much of this to Pippin at Rivendell. He had told the hobbit how their were five of his race, the Istari, sent to Arda...an expedition of sorts to find out about this outer rim planet, the inhabitants, the culture. So far, the expedition had worked. Arda revolved around it’s sun, Anor, much quicker then most planets did, enabling Gandalf and the other Istari to be around for what seemed to the natives as thousands of years, while in the Galactic Republic only a few years had passed. It was some sort of time-warp, another thing Pippin didn’t understand.
At any rate, the young hobbit’s life had changed drastically. Middle-earth was about to break out in war. Gandalf and him were on a mission to Gondor to discuss the threat of Mordor. Normally, a Jedi wouldn’t take sides in a war, but if Sauron’s forces conquered Middle-earth, the entire galaxy would be at risk. The Republic was troubled enough already by the Order of the Sith Lords...
Pippin didn’t comprehend half the stuff Gandalf had told him. It was all far away places, strange words, and distant conflicts –the hobbit hadn’t guessed at what could happen outside his own safe home in the Shire. Perhaps Gandalf would feel like talking tonight. Pippin needed some clarification.
“Gandalf –Master Gandalf?” Pippin still wasn’t used to referring to Gandalf as “master”, but it was what all padawans called their master. The ways of the Jedi were still pretty new to the young hobbit, but he was trying his best to understand their customs.
“Hmm? What is it, Peregrin?” Came Gandalf’s reply. He didn’t sound as tired as one would expect from riding all night.
“I’m hungry.” No, that wasn’t at all what Pippin was thinking of at first. It just came out naturally when he had opened his mouth.
Gandalf sighed. “Is that all you hobbits ever think about?” Gandalf’s voice sounded annoyed, but Pippin could make out a hint of humor.
“Were all the Istari Jedis?” Pippin asked, this time managing to keep his mind off his stomach.
“Jedi. It’s plural as well as singular. Yes, we all were...Radagast, Alatar, Pallando…” Gandalf’s voice trailed off, leaving the rhythmic pounding of Shadowfax’s hooves to break the silence.
“And Saruman?” Pippin ventured. Saruman was another “wizard”, but he wanted the One Ring for himself. Pippin and his friend Merry had been captured by his Orcs –his Uruk-Hai, and brought to his tower of Isengard. Luckily, Merry and Pippin had managed to escape the vile beasts.
“Yes, Saruman was a Jedi, also. Before he turned, that is. I don’t see how I could have not noticed…I do believe he had started to turn before this, before the Ring.”
“Turn?”
“Turn. Saruman’s turned to the dark side. I would expect you, of all hobbits, to have realized that –why else would he want the Ring for himself? No, he can’t be counted as a Jedi anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had found a Sith holocron…Saruman was always a little ambitious.” Gandalf paused. “He was good, though. I was Saruman’s padawan, you know. Before we were sent here. Before he turned.”
“Oh.” Pippin’s reply was very blunt, but his mind still reeled with unanswered questions. What exactly are the Sith? He thought.
“They use the dark side of the Force. They care about power, and nothing else,” Gandalf answered.
“Of course…I’m not used to people reading my mind,” Pippin answered light-heartedly.
Gandalf laughed. “You shouldn’t let your thoughts be so vulnerable. You never know who you’ll run into.”
Pippin smiled. “I’ll remember that, Master.” The hobbit paused. “I’m still hungry.”
Gandalf laughed again, and Shadowfax snorted in agreement. The noise echoed in the silent nighttime air.
Pippin smiled, and closed his eyes again. Three days as the Nazgul flies, and we should hope we don’t have on of those on our tails. That’s how long Gandalf said it would take to reach Gondor. The hobbit had lost his sense of time from sleeping on and off so much, but he estimated that it had roughly been one day, give or take a few hours, since they had set off from Rohan.
Shadowfax’s sudden shrill whinny caused Pippin’s eyes to fly open. The stallion had apparently tripped on something, and now they were falling, falling to the ground. Pippin opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Everything blacked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different place. Scrambling to his feet, the hobbit’s eyes opened wide, trying to take in his surroundings. It seemed they were in some sort of long, narrow corrider. Gandalf was beside him, but Shadowfax was nowhere to be found.
“Where are we?” Pippin’s voice was a barely audible whisper. All his senses were tingling, and Gandalf’s reply didn’t help matters one bit.
“I honestly have no idea.”
Peregrin Took opened his eyes.
The hobbit blinked as the stars rushed above him. He was on the back of Gandalf’s horse Shadowfax, and they were galloping swiftly. The young halfling yawned. Gandalf the White was in front of him, staff in one hand, a moonlike glow lighting the ground dimly as the white equine galloped tiredlessly over the terrain.
Pippin had been through so much lately. It started what seemed like a long time ago, when his friend Frodo had discovered that he had the Ruling Ring. They went out on a quest to destroy it…Pippin really had no idea what was going on half the time; he only knew that it was the adventure of his lifetime. Gandalf, who at first seemed to the Shire a lively old wizard, turned out to be more then anyone expected –he was a Jedi. Pippin, of course, had no idea before what a Jedi was, or what the Force was, or anything like that. He was only concerned with the Shire, his own life, his own friends, his own kitchen; just like any other hobbit, he had been ignorant to the outside world. That was before Gandalf discovered that the ring Frodo had was, in fact, Sauron’s ring.
Pippin would have never guessed he was Force-sensitive, even if he had known such a thing existed. It was something that would have never crossed his mind. Gandalf had decided to take Pippin as his padawan learner, with the Jedi Counsel’s approval. They had communicated through thinks called comlinks, and holograms, things that Pippin didn’t quite fully grasp. Middle-earth wasn’t exactly what you would call a technically advanced place.
Gandalf had explained much of this to Pippin at Rivendell. He had told the hobbit how their were five of his race, the Istari, sent to Arda...an expedition of sorts to find out about this outer rim planet, the inhabitants, the culture. So far, the expedition had worked. Arda revolved around it’s sun, Anor, much quicker then most planets did, enabling Gandalf and the other Istari to be around for what seemed to the natives as thousands of years, while in the Galactic Republic only a few years had passed. It was some sort of time-warp, another thing Pippin didn’t understand.
At any rate, the young hobbit’s life had changed drastically. Middle-earth was about to break out in war. Gandalf and him were on a mission to Gondor to discuss the threat of Mordor. Normally, a Jedi wouldn’t take sides in a war, but if Sauron’s forces conquered Middle-earth, the entire galaxy would be at risk. The Republic was troubled enough already by the Order of the Sith Lords...
Pippin didn’t comprehend half the stuff Gandalf had told him. It was all far away places, strange words, and distant conflicts –the hobbit hadn’t guessed at what could happen outside his own safe home in the Shire. Perhaps Gandalf would feel like talking tonight. Pippin needed some clarification.
“Gandalf –Master Gandalf?” Pippin still wasn’t used to referring to Gandalf as “master”, but it was what all padawans called their master. The ways of the Jedi were still pretty new to the young hobbit, but he was trying his best to understand their customs.
“Hmm? What is it, Peregrin?” Came Gandalf’s reply. He didn’t sound as tired as one would expect from riding all night.
“I’m hungry.” No, that wasn’t at all what Pippin was thinking of at first. It just came out naturally when he had opened his mouth.
Gandalf sighed. “Is that all you hobbits ever think about?” Gandalf’s voice sounded annoyed, but Pippin could make out a hint of humor.
“Were all the Istari Jedis?” Pippin asked, this time managing to keep his mind off his stomach.
“Jedi. It’s plural as well as singular. Yes, we all were...Radagast, Alatar, Pallando…” Gandalf’s voice trailed off, leaving the rhythmic pounding of Shadowfax’s hooves to break the silence.
“And Saruman?” Pippin ventured. Saruman was another “wizard”, but he wanted the One Ring for himself. Pippin and his friend Merry had been captured by his Orcs –his Uruk-Hai, and brought to his tower of Isengard. Luckily, Merry and Pippin had managed to escape the vile beasts.
“Yes, Saruman was a Jedi, also. Before he turned, that is. I don’t see how I could have not noticed…I do believe he had started to turn before this, before the Ring.”
“Turn?”
“Turn. Saruman’s turned to the dark side. I would expect you, of all hobbits, to have realized that –why else would he want the Ring for himself? No, he can’t be counted as a Jedi anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had found a Sith holocron…Saruman was always a little ambitious.” Gandalf paused. “He was good, though. I was Saruman’s padawan, you know. Before we were sent here. Before he turned.”
“Oh.” Pippin’s reply was very blunt, but his mind still reeled with unanswered questions. What exactly are the Sith? He thought.
“They use the dark side of the Force. They care about power, and nothing else,” Gandalf answered.
“Of course…I’m not used to people reading my mind,” Pippin answered light-heartedly.
Gandalf laughed. “You shouldn’t let your thoughts be so vulnerable. You never know who you’ll run into.”
Pippin smiled. “I’ll remember that, Master.” The hobbit paused. “I’m still hungry.”
Gandalf laughed again, and Shadowfax snorted in agreement. The noise echoed in the silent nighttime air.
Pippin smiled, and closed his eyes again. Three days as the Nazgul flies, and we should hope we don’t have on of those on our tails. That’s how long Gandalf said it would take to reach Gondor. The hobbit had lost his sense of time from sleeping on and off so much, but he estimated that it had roughly been one day, give or take a few hours, since they had set off from Rohan.
Shadowfax’s sudden shrill whinny caused Pippin’s eyes to fly open. The stallion had apparently tripped on something, and now they were falling, falling to the ground. Pippin opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Everything blacked out.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different place. Scrambling to his feet, the hobbit’s eyes opened wide, trying to take in his surroundings. It seemed they were in some sort of long, narrow corrider. Gandalf was beside him, but Shadowfax was nowhere to be found.
“Where are we?” Pippin’s voice was a barely audible whisper. All his senses were tingling, and Gandalf’s reply didn’t help matters one bit.
“I honestly have no idea.”