Summary – What happens when the inhabitants of Middle Earth cross paths with one of the deadliest creatures in the Universe? After a long dormancy, an alien drone is awakened and unleashed to breed upon the peaceful lands of Middle Earth. With acid for blood that melts steel, how will the people defeat these creatures?
Disclaimer – I do not own the aliens in the Alien world or any characters found in the Lord of the Rings world. I just borrowed them for a little while just for my own personal amusement and for the reader's amusement. I make absolutely no profit in this.(so sad!)
New Author's Note – For those of you who had read this fanfic already, I am making some revisions to it in anticipation of the sequel. This was my first LOTR fanfiction and at the time I wasn't yet well-versed in the books or the movies. Now that my knowledge of the LOTR universe has grown, and even though this is alternate universe, I've made some changes to make it a bit more canon. The chapters have been combined to form more developed ones. I've also added some Elvish, which is not exactly perfect, but it still sounds so pretty.
Additional Author's Note – Being a new fan of both Lord of the Rings and an old fan of Aliens, a fanfiction was just screaming to be written about the collision of these two worlds. As the title predicts, the main focus of the Middle-Earthers will be Legolas. I've written this mainly in first person from the viewpoint of two characters, Legolas and Ariedel (pronounced area-dell) and will be labeled at the beginning of each section. If not labeled as anyone's point of view (POV), then the chapter will be in third person because of the nature of the action involved. One last thing, don't forget to leave me a review. But please be kind enough not to point out that the characters in my story are out of character. This is afterall just fanfiction done for fun and not meant to be 100 percent canon. It is Alternate Universe. If you're looking to read exact book or movie LOTR canon, then this is not your story.
Warnings:
1) Alternate Universe
2) Marysue character
3) LOTR characters will be out of character
4) Strong language
5) Strong sexual content
6) Graphic violence
Alien vs Elf: The Beginning
Chapter 1 – Arrivals
Middle Earth – Somewhere North of Udun
The alien drone stealthily surveyed the surroundings.
The landscape was foreign to him. Snow-capped mountains in the distance blocked the view of whatever was further south. The cold wind blew strongly, making his elongated shiny black head shiver. He longed for the heat of the hive but knew it was no longer within his reach.
The drone turned to look back from where he had just come. Smoke rose from the crater where the ship had crashed. There was heat coming from it. He decided he would return to the heat of the ship and build a new hive there. But before he could think further on it, the ship suddenly exploded.
He hissed angrily at this unexpected development, his inner jaw extracting to taste the singed air, sticky saliva dripping from his sharp teeth. Now forced to seek shelter elsewhere, he crouched to caress the egg he had managed to make off with before stealing away on the ship.
His mind was not developed enough to realize that his instinct to gather hosts for the queen egg had resulted in the crash of the ship. The remaining crew had sacrificed themselves and the ship in an effort to kill the creature, to prevent any future spread of the lethal alien species. They didn't survive long enough to see that their attempt had failed. While they perished, the creature still lived.
Another explosion startled the alien into action. The land beyond the ship was flat and uninteresting. He turned and surveyed the snow-capped mountains to the south again, instinct telling him to seek shelter there. He promptly picked up the queen egg and made off into the darkness.
As the last surviving drone, it was his job to see that the species flourished, to see that his new queen had a hive to breed in, to see that his future sons and daughters had hosts to incubate and feed from.
Middle Earth – Udun – One month later
A large procession of Elves on horseback moved through the path along the mountains of Udun. They traveled in two single-file lines, following their king back to their homeland in Mirkwood. Their business in Udun had been brief and unfortunately bore no fruit. There was nothing in Udun to bargain with.
A young Elf boy ran alongside the riders, inquisitive sapphire eyes scanning every detail of the landscape. Something caught his attention and he stealthily moved to the edge of a nearby cliff. Down in the valley below, against the white snow, a dark shape moved quickly, yet struggled with a large object.
The Elf boy lowered himself to the ground, resting on his chest as he tilted his head curiously and frowned. He had never seen such a creature. It was no Orc for its head was too large. He watched it for some time, watched it make its way through the snow, its sharp tail swinging left and right to maintain balance.
"Legolas!" came the voice of a woman.
The Elf boy turned to look over his shoulder briefly, his shoulder length blonde hair flying around his face. Then he turned back to the creature below.
It had made little progress along the far side of a mountainside as it slipped on the frozen ground, digging its claws to prevent itself from falling. Then it lost its grip on the object it carried.
The Elf boy narrowed his eyes at the screeching sound the creature made as it tumbled after the object. Both the object and the creature stopped short of a ledge that would have dropped them into the frozen lake below.
The creature hugged the dark object affectionately.
"Legolas Thranduilion, bad ad bo lin roch alag!" came the voice of the woman again. (Legolas, son of Thranduil, get back on your horse immediately)
The Elf boy quickly stood up and ran to catch up to the tail end of the procession. He ran passed several others before reaching his horse. Legolas vaulted up on his steed and turned to the woman riding on his right. "Naneth, im cen nad min di Udun imlad. Ha ulunn man im uida." (Mother, I saw something in the Udun valley below. It was a creature I have never seen before)
The Elf woman smiled. "Ennor panna an rem ulunn, Legolas. Le innas govad nad min idhrenn tol." (Middle Earth is filled with many strange creatures, Legolas. You will certainly encounter some of them in the years to come)
Young Legolas glanced back one final time before his mind became preoccupied with the treacherous path the Elves were passing ahead.
Middle Earth – a little over 2,000 years later – Anfalas
(Ariedel's POV)
I couldn't believe Hawke screwed up again. Didn't the idiot have any sense in his fat empty head? Everyone else I knew had no problem getting to where they needed to go, be who they needed to be. Why did he always manage to fuck things up so bad that I couldn't figure a way out of it?
The last time I had transmutated, I found myself in the frozen tundra of Slogov…and with no coat, the bastard! And now this…where the hell was I?
To think that only three days ago, I was enjoying the suns of Avalon before I received the dreaded call. Another one of those missions. The missions I feared most of all. Find and exterminate. Easier said than done.
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for this kind of job.
Maybe I should have retired early, like my brother Seth. He had stared death in the face one too many times and with a son on the way, he discovered that life was far too precious to waste on the goddamned bug hunts.
And so they kept turning to me and I was scared shitless everytime I went.
At first I thought it wasn't going to be so bad. So far it had been solitary bugs here and there. Dealing with one bug at a time built up a bit of my courage to handle the more complex missions that dealt with entire colonies of bugs. I psyched myself up for this one bug mission…
Only Hawke spilled his coffee on the keyboard just as the transmutation occurred and in his attempt to wipe it up, he hit some keys that altered the relay. Not only did I find myself transported into the wrong candidate, and on a galloping horse, mind you, but I also had no weapons.
The shock to the unsuspecting candidate forced me off the saddle and I landed in the sludgy dirt. After that I blacked out.
When I woke up, I found myself in medieval times…and I really mean the dark ages.
The moment I opened my eyes to the blurry world, I was ecstatic that I was finally able to. After blinking several times to try and clear my vision, I found myself staring at a plump, wrinkled face smiling down at me.
"My lord, she's awake! She's awake!" yelled the woman.
My initial reaction to the older woman was shock and surprise. I had no idea where I was or who this old woman was. All I knew from the mission briefing was that I should have been in the body of a woman on her way to the location where I needed to confront the bug and kill it.
An older man with gray hair and gray streaks in a neatly trimmed beard pushed the plumb woman aside. He was dressed in a strange looking burgundy tunic with a velvet collar and a thick gold necklace hanging from his neck. He also wore a plain gold crown on his head. I wanted to laugh because he looked like something right out of King Arthur.
"At last," said the man.
When I tried to sit up, the man placed a beefy hand on my shoulder, a bit too familiarly, I was thinking to myself.
"You are bedridden for the next few days, Ariedel," he said in a commanding voice.
Ariedel. I locked the name in my head. This was my name in this world, not Crystal Schuyler. "Where am I?" I asked. As the words came out of my mouth, they sounded strange, but I couldn't figure out why.
"You're in your chambers. It was lucky for you that the medic was within the grounds."
What the hell was this old man saying to me? I looked down at myself and sighed in relief. At least I hadn't been transported into a man's body. But Hawke had still fucked up. I bet he did it on purpose just because I wouldn't go out with him. "This is great, just great."
Then it suddenly dawned on me why my own words sounded strange to me. It was because I was suddenly speaking with a weird accent as if I had been born with it. A byproduct of the poor soul I had pushed out. I imagined the real Ariedel back at Gateway Station was waking up in a strange world, just as I had. When my mission was over, she'd be sent back, any memory of the experience would be erased and she would never know that anything had ever happened to her.
"And just what were you trying to prove by risking your life on that crazy horse?" asked the man angrily.
I had no idea how to reply because I had no idea what the real Ariedel had been up to at the time I was transported to occupy her body.
"My daughter has horses from Rohan, trained by the best horsemen in all of Middle Earth, yet she constantly chooses to ride that untamed black stallion gifted to her by that old wizard, Gandalf."
"Gandalf?" My head started spinning. I had no clue what he meant or why he was interested in telling me about his problems with his daughter.
The face of the older woman appeared again. "Are you hungry, my lady? I made you your favorite. Tripe in red wine sauce."
"Tripe?" I scrunched up my face and stuck out my tongue. "Gross."
The woman frowned. "Now why on Middle Earth are you making that face?"
"I make that face all the time when you try to feed me tripe, you old buzzard," answered the old man with a half smile.
When I was finally able to sit up, I turned away from them as they continued to argue about tripe. A glance around the room didn't hint at where I was, other than knowing I was definitely not where I needed to be.
The luxurious furniture was made of thick, ornately carved wood. Large, colorful tapestries hung from the walls. The light in the room was coming from a number of lighted candles. My eyes landed on an oil painting hanging on the opposite wall from the bed I was on. The woman in the painting was seated in a red-velvet chair, dressed in a royal blue and white gown, resting her hand on the neck of some kind of dog.
At least part of the transmutation had worked because the face of the woman in the painting was mine. That's how the transmutation device worked. You were sent somewhere and you occupied the body of someone already there, but it's really you…like switching places. And everyone around you thinks you've been that person all along. The transmutation device was a complicated piece of machinery that baffled me to no end on its function. Seth knew more about it than I did because he had been part of the team that had developed the technology.
And then it hit me…the transmutation device. Where was it? Without it I wouldn't be able to return to Gateway. The panic overwhelmed me and I began to shiver uncontrollably. I was stuck here. Son of a bitch! I was stuck here! "Who are you people?" I finally asked fearfully.
"Who are we? I am your father," the older man stated.
"And I am Alma, your handmaiden," the older woman quickly followed.
The two turned to each other and raised their eyebrows.
"I'll get the doctor," said Alma as she turned from me.
I watched her rush out of the room and then I turned to the man claiming to be my father. "Please tell me who you are."
"I am King Alexor Draconir of Anfalas, your father."
"And…and who am I?"
"You are Princess Ariedel, my daughter."
I fell back on the bed, my head slumping down on the pillow and covered my face with my hands. What was I going to do now? This was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, only I was wide awake. I was stuck here…never to see the suns of Avalon again.
The Ash Mountains
A small group of Uruk-hai roamed the mountains, wandering aimlessly, with no purpose other than to find food. The rest of their kind had perished in front of the Black Gates in the final battle against Man. Their master vanished and so did the Uruk-hai's reason to exist. It was every Uruk-hai for himself. They didn't band into groups or aid each other in any way. It was no longer their instinct.
One Uruk-hai wandered into a crevasse, following a rat. The crevasse opened into a small cavern. He glanced around and noticed something dark sticking out of the snow covered walls. It resembled a spike, maybe from a weapon. Curiosity got the best of him and he began to dig the snow around the spike. The more he uncovered, the more he realized that it was another creature.
It had arms and it had legs. But the back of its head was elongated and its jaw revealed permanently bared teeth. A beautiful creature, the Uruk-hai thought. He reached a hand to touch the creature's skull, knowing that it had been dead for a long time. But the snow had kept it well preserved. Maybe it was still good enough to eat.
The Uruk-hai was preoccupied with the creature's head and didn't see the hand make a small movement. With lightning speed the hand lunged at his throat. There was no time for the Uruk-hai to yell out and no time to fight. The creature overpowered him and cut off his air supply to force unconsciousness.
The alien drone bubbled with excitement. After all this time, finally a host to birth the queen. He dragged the unconscious Uruk-hai further into the cavern and down a narrow passage, deep down into the bowels of the mountain. The passage opened into a huge cavern.
The alien had worked alone for many years to secrete its resin and create the interior, which resembled the inside of a giant rib cage. The hardened resin insulated the cave from the frigid temperatures outside. The alien placed the Uruk-hai against the wall and proceeded to cocoon him.
Once the task was complete, the alien pulled out the egg of his queen from a large hole he had hidden it in and set it down close to the Uruk-hai. The drone hissed and lovingly caressed the egg, waking the hibernating infant inside.
Awake, my queen. The time has come…
Anfalas
(Ariedel's POV)
The days that followed went by incredibly slow. I had never been so bored in my entire life, just lying around, getting waited on by God knows how many handmaidens. I wasn't even allowed to take my own bath. These people really took this medieval living very seriously. They even called me Princess Ariedel. It was just so funny to me that I laughed every single time.
It wasn't long before I heard talk of preparations for my marriage to a certain Prince Yardell, I knew this was getting out of hand. I was supposed to be on a mission, I wasn't supposed to be lollygagging around, getting married and stuff. No matter how much I protested, my supposed father and my head handmaiden Alma argued that the prince of Forlindon was a perfect match for me. Over my dead body was I going to marry one of these weird medieval people, even though I wasn't the real Ariedel. Maybe she didn't want to marry some dumbass prince either. And if she did, well, it was too bad for her. This body belonged to me until I somehow managed to find the transmutation device.
When I was finally able to walk on my own and regained much of my strength, the discovery of the stables outside my window was no surprise. Every castle had stables, didn't it? I intended to make full use of them when the opportunity presented itself.
An opportunity did present itself a couple nights later, when the castle was quiet and everyone was asleep. I snuck out of my room and went in search of something more appropriate to wear for riding.
In one of the rooms on the main floor, right off the kitchen, I found stacks of neatly folded garments. I recognized them as what the guards wore under their armor. My white sleep gown came off and the men's garments went on.
In another room I found battle gear. Maybe some body armor and a sword wouldn't be such a bad idea. Maybe I wouldn't draw as much attention to myself if I was dressed like a guard. After donning some armor that was small enough for me, to my belt I added a heavy broadsword that was taller than me and dragged on the floor as I walked. The final piece was a helmet. Now I was ready to get the hell out of this place and search for my precious transmutation device so I could get the hell home again and kick Hawke's ass.
The courtyard was quiet, except for the loud chirping of crickets. I walked in the shadows as I approached the stables. There were hundreds of horses. But only one drew my attention because he knickered as I came near.
Alma had described the horse I had fallen from, calling him Blade. He was black and huge, with a thick mane and forelock that reached passed his nose and shoulders. His legs were stocky and feathered near the hooves. This had to be my beloved steed.
What a perfect retribution this would be…steal the horse they told me I shouldn't ride. I wasn't exactly stealing him. I just needed to get back to where I had originally transmutated. The device had to be there somewhere. I just didn't know how I was going to find the place because I didn't get a chance to even look around before falling off the horse when I transmutated into the candidate.
I tacked up Blade and then silently led him out of the stall, still keeping to the shadows. I froze near the gate when I saw a guard standing there. But he didn't move. In fact he was asleep, snoring rather loudly. Blade and I slipped passed with barely a sound.
Once I was well out of earshot, I mounted the black horse and nudged him forward. With years of riding lessons when I was young, it was all coming back to me. But Blade was obviously well-trained because he obeyed my cues without hesitation. Now all I needed was to figure out where I had been riding when I fell.
The search began…and went on and on. For days.
Luckily there were plenty of freshwater ponds around. I would give anything for a fishing pole. But the fruits I found in some of the trees were good enough for now. There would be plenty of time for a fat juicy steak when I got home…if I ever got home.
The Ash Mountains
The Uruk-hai woke from his slumber and immediately realized he couldn't move. He was trapped in something hard, something that didn't give when he tried to move his arms. An angry roar escaped his distorted mouth as he recalled the moment the creature had grabbed him by the throat. He struggled once more, calling up his brute strength to try and free himself.
A nearby sound made him stop abruptly. He turned his head slightly and noticed an oblong object resting across from him. Something was moving inside of it. A moment later the top of the object opened in quarters. The Uruk-hai's curiosity was peaked. It could be food…he hadn't eaten in days. He struggled again.
There was more movement inside the object. Then three spindly legs edged out slowly, followed by three more. The Uruk-hai stopped struggling as he watched a crablike creature emerge. It looked like food to him. The Uruk-hai growled angrily because he couldn't move to get to it. He had no idea that this facehugger intended to make him the food.
Suddenly the facehugger launched itself from the open egg and flew through the air to land on the Uruk-hai's face. The Uruk-hai struggled, swinging his face left and right in an attempt to dislodge the creature, but the facehugger wrapped its tail around his neck and slid its birthing appendage down his throat. The struggling soon ceased.
Nearby the drone watched in satisfaction as the facehugger planted the embryo into the Uruk-hai, pushing it deep down his throat to lie in his chest. It would only be a matter of time now before the queen was born and being the only living drone, he would have the privilege of servicing her as the alpha.