The characters in this FanFiction sadly do not belong to me *sob*. The characters belong to the universes of Percy Jackson and Lord of The Rings. Meaning they belong to Rick Riordan and Tolkien.

Nico grumbled, irritated, as he stepped out of the shadows. Why did Will have to be so protective? It was a nice feeling, Nico had to admit, but didn't he understand that Nico was strong enough to shadow travel without getting himself killed or lost?

A small smile slipped onto Nico's face as he though about the son of Apollo. Will made him so... annoyed. But his thoughts were disrupted as a sword blade leveled itself at Nico's throat. He blinked.

Last he checked, New Zealand didn't have people dressed in ancient medieval clothes wielding swords dancing about.

"Uh..." Nico gulped. He briefly scanned his surroundings and his eyes grew wider with worry. Never mind. This was definitely not New Zealand. It didn't seem like Earth either.

The wherever he was had a dark feeling, something that reminded him of Tartarus. But this dark feeling was faint and nowhere near is strong. Rather, it was like an icky blob of black oil that just wouldn't wash off the earth with water.

But Nico didn't dwell to much on that. It didn't matter where he was. Just that he was in a rather compromising position, and he should probably get this sword off his throat.

He grabbed his Stygian Iron sword and quickly removed the other mans sword. The mans eyes widened as he saw the black sword Nico was using, and he backed away warily.

"Demon! Servant of Mordor! Don't touch me with your devil sword!" He spoke frantically, disgust dripping from his words.

"Okay?" Nico blinked. He was even more confused. But it was probably best to ignore the man's words. "Look, I don't want to hurt you, but do you know where I am?"

"Doesn't want to hurt me?" By now the man was also confused. But still, wariness dwelled in his eyes. "We'll see about that. For now, we're taking to to Aragorn."

Nico then realize that a couple of men had snuck up behind him. He whirled around, but they had already grabbed his arms.

"Don't touch the sword." The first man called out. "It could poison your soul."

With that, Nico was bound and hauled off to see this... Aragorn.

Nico groaned as they dragged him along not so gently. Why? He just asked a question. But it was evident that these people thought he was evil, and Nico was almost absolutely sure the next experiences would not be pleasant. If only he hadn't shadowtravelled. He should have waited maybe a couple more days. But now he was stuck and his energy was drained. He would have to wait before he could return to Earth.

Wonderful! I finished! This small fanfiction will probably have about three or four parts. It's not going to be too long. Just a nice short story. Enjoy the rest!!