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Neled by LEMONSKY4
Chapter 1: A Whole New World
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs. Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter shall never be mine!
The wonderful world of Middle Earth and all of its characters belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. I'm just using it as my playground.
These OCs are the children of Sirius Black and Elaine Thompson, who is an OC from my story This Feeling Won't Go. Cora is 23 and Arlena and James are 18.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want it to be, then fine!” Cora flinched as her boyfriend of four years, Oliver Wood, slammed the door to their flat shut. It had been the fourth time he had stormed out of their flat in the past three weeks.
It seemed like all they did lately was argue. She sighed as she finished cleaning up dinner. Oliver, no doubt, had gone off to the pub to drink his problems away. He had started doing so a year and a half ago when an injury to his shoulder forced him to retire early. He was the best player in the league and now he worked at the Quidditch store in Hogsmeade. She understood why he was so bitter.
As she leaned against the kitchen counter, she realized she was still in love with the boy and not the man that Oliver had become. The boy that would take her on moonlit broom rides and would snuggle up with her while they both read their books of choice. He didn’t have time for those things anymore it seemed.
She had realized this long ago, but didn’t want to admit it. She let the tears fall, allowing reality to sink in. She knew she couldn’t stay here for much longer. Cora quickly grabbed some of her belongings and placed them in a bag and slid the promise ring Oliver had given her two years ago off and placed it on the kitchen counter.
Grabbing a piece of parchment, she quickly wrote a note to Oliver explaining she couldn’t do this anymore. Knowing that James would have just finished working for the day, she flooed over to her younger brother and sister’s flat.
Arlena Black felt like she didn’t fit in. She wondered if her twin brother, James, felt the same way. Both of them had been out of school for a year, and the Final Battle had been three years prior. Being at Hogwarts during the war had changed them, losing their childhood innocence in a place they considered to be their second home. Being the children of Elaine and Sirius Black, their lives weren’t the same as other wizards and witches.
After a long day at St. Mungo’s, Arlena returned home to the flat she shared with her twin.
“Hey Lena,” James said as he watched her take off her Healer’s robes. He was lounging on the couch, his Weasley Wizard Wheezes robes still on.
Cora emerged out of the kitchen with a mug in hand and smiled at her younger sister.
“Long day?” Arlena asked.
He just sighed and nodded.
“Oliver and I fought for what I believe will be the last time today,” Cora said as she curled up in an arm chair.
“I never liked him much anyways,” Arlena said as she made her way over to the kitchen.
“Mum spent the day cooking with Molly. She sent some food over,” James said.
“Why does Mum send you food and not me?” Cora asked.
“Clearly you’re not her favorites,” James said cheekily.
Arlena sighed and started making herself dinner.
“I know this must sound crazy, but have you ever felt like you don’t belong here?” Arlena asked quietly later that night.
They had the radio on and were all relaxing in front of the fire. James sat up from the couch and stared at her. He was a mere five minutes older than her and yet he took his role as older brother very serious.
“I know exactly what you mean,” Cora said quietly. She still was staring at the flames dance in the hearth.
“Like what we’re currently doing with our lives isn’t enough, that there’s something more we could doing-”
“-But you don’t what that something more is,” Arlena cut James off.
“Yeah,” Cora said.
James got up from the couch.
“Nothing we can do though, we just have to make the most of the life that’s been given to us,” he said.
“I know, James, but sometimes I feel like I could be doing so much more,” Arlena trailed off, shaking her head.
“Both of you should get some sleep, it’s been long days for both of you,” James said.
“You’re right, good night,” Cora said as she made her way towards the guest bedroom.
“Good night,” James and Arlena said together.
Cora, James and Arlena went to bed wishing they were apart of something greater than themselves. What they didn’t know was that their lives were going to be changed forever.
As James woke up the next morning, he knew for a fact he wasn’t in his bed. He was on the ground and if he didn’t know any better, he was partially laying on a rock. Opening his eyes, he swore.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned as he saw three arrows pointed at his chest. He tried to get his wits about him as fast as he possibly could. Where was his wand?
There were three men, well he wasn’t sure if they were men, for they had pointy ears and looked altogether more graceful and beautiful to be human. The one in the middle, with long dark brown hair, was speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you,” he said wondering if he could slowly sit up.
The one in the middle stopped speaking and the one to his left started to speak.
“What is your name, stranger? Why are you here?” he asked.
“My name is James and I don’t know where I am or how I got here. I’m a wizard. Could you please get these arrows away from my chest?” he said, panic climbing in his voice.
They moved the arrows away from him and he sat up.
“Be at ease, James. You are in Rivendell. You say you are a wizard? You look different from all the other wizards we know of. We shall take you to Lord Elrond, for he may have the answers that you seek,” he said.
James nodded as he stood up, wondering what he meant by saying he looked different from other wizards. He looked down and noticed he wasn’t wearing the clothes he went to sleep in. He was wearing a simple grey tunic with black leggings and black sturdy boots.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you? I know you are not human,” James said rather awkwardly.
“We are Elves. Come, let us take you to Lord Elrond,” the elf said.
Cora opened her eyers and found herself staring at a stark white tree that appeared to be dead. For some unknown reason, seeing that this tree was dead made her sad. But why? She was so confused.
She had gone to bed in her siblings’ guest bedroom. Now she was outside in a place she didn’t recognize. She shift her legs and looked down. She was wearing a navy blue gown with silver trimming that she had to admit was gorgeous, but where did she get it from? What was going on?
“Lord Faramir, over there! One minute there was nothing and then suddenly she appeared out of thin air!” a masculine voice exclaimed. A surge of panic started to overwhelm her. Is that how she got here? Appearing out of thin air?
“Go fetch Gandalf. He should be in the library,” another voice said.
“Yes, my Lord,” the other voice said and she heard someone run away. They were probably going to get Gandalf, whoever that was.
Cora slowly sat up and turned in the direction of the voices. There were men in armor surrounding one man. He had light brown hair and striking blue eyes. He turned in her direction and made his way towards her. She was frozen to the spot.
“Madam, are you well?” he asked, kneeling down next to her.
“W-who are you? Where am I? Please don’t hurt me,” Cora pleaded.
She was scared, that he knew. He also sensed no evil around her. She looked so innocent. He gazed into her stormy grey eyes and his breath hitched. He was fascinated by her.
“Do not worry, I shall let no harm come to you. I am Lord Faramir. My father is Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. You are in Gondor’s capital city, Minas Tirith. Please, call me Faramir,” he explained quietly to her.
Faramir didn’t understand why he was being so informal with her. He had encountered many women before but none had sparked an interest like this young woman had- and he didn’t even know her name yet!
Taking a deep breath, she knew she could trust him.
“My name is Cora. I do not mean to alarm you, but I’m a witch, and I have no idea how I got here,” she said.
“Can you stand, my Lady?” Faramir asked, reaching his hand out to her.
“I think so,” she said as she placed her hand in his.
Her legs were wobbly and couldn’t hold her weight. Her legs buckled underneath her, but luckily Faramir was there and she fell into his arms. She blushed, being in such close contact with him.
“Lady Cora, you are weak. I’ll have to carry you to your rooms,” Faramir said. There wasn’t any room to protest.
Before she knew it, he swept her up into his arms and made his way inside. She blushed an even deeper shade of red, embarrassed she was in such a weak state.
“As to the matter of you being a witch. It does not alarm me, for I sense no evil whilst being in your presence. But you are in luck, my Lady,” he explained.
“Oh, how so?” she asked, finally relaxing in his arms. He would not harm her for being a witch.
“Gandalf the Grey is here, and he may be of assistance to you,” Faramir said.
Arlena woke up to the sound of galloping. Opening her eyes, she appeared to be in a sea of golden grass. She subconsciously thought it was beautiful, but quickly pushed that thought aside, realizing that she had bigger problems to deal with.
The hoofbeats became louder and Arlena scrambled to stand up so she wouldn’t get trampled. It was then she noticed that she wasn’t wearing the clothes she went to bed in. It was a forest green dress with golden trimming around the edges. She spotted several men on horses approaching her and she frantically searched her dress for her wand.
Sighing in relief, she found it in a concealed pocket amongst the folds of her dress. She didn’t take it out, not knowing if these men were a threat to her. Taking note of her style of dress and the fact these men traveled by horses, she must be in some medieval-like place. Men of those times wouldn’t kill a woman, they would help her.
That is, if these were honorable men.
They quickly surrounded her and she was utterly terrified.
“Please, please don’t hurt me. I’m lost and I don’t know where I am,” she pleaded. She hated being this weak, but due to the circumstances it was the only way she could survive.
“What is your name?” one of the men demanded. She looked at him directly, and gathered he must have been the leader, for his armor was much more ornately decorated than all of the others, save for one other.
“Arlena. My name is Arlena Black,” she said. “And who are you? Where am I?” she asked, with a determined look her in eyes.
“I am Théodred, son of King Théoden,” he said. He had long dirty blonde hair with brown eyes.
“And I am Éomer, son of Éomund,” the man next to Théodred said. He had dark blonde hair with blue-green eyes and although she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she found him much more attractive than the son of the king.
“You are in Rohan, but more specifically in Edoras,” he explained further.
Arlena’s eyes widened. She had never heard of these places before. She started to feel dizzy.
“Oh my,” she said quietly. “I fear I am quite far away from home.”
Then everything turned to black.
Éomer quickly got off his horse and went to help this strange girl.
“She merely fainted, but it would not be right to leave her. You saw how lost she looked, cousin,” he said to Théodred.
“You’re right. She shall return with us to the Golden Hall. Éowyn shall look after her,” the heir to the throne said.
Once they got Arlena settled in front of Éomer in the saddle, the Rohirrim quickly made their way back home.
A.N: Feedback would be THOROUGHLY appreciated, as this is my first ever crossover and attempt at writing any form of a LOTR fic. Questions, comments or concerns, just leave a review!