I know its been a while since i done this. I joined the Military and they had me busy. But I hope to get the ball rolling again and make a comeback with this new story, and try to continue Sauron vs Sephiroth.

Anyway, I don't on anything thus far. Warcraft Characters are owned by Blizzard and the World of warcraft Characters are owned by J.R.R. Tolkien. The timeline may be out of wack so please bare with me.

To explain the timeline, Warcraft side ended right after the events of Warcraft III: The frozen thrown and the Lord of the rings take place as Frodo, Sam, and Gollum crosses the Dead Marshes

Ok, enough rambling, lets see if I still got it.

Chapter 1: THE CLASH OF WORLDS

Several Days has passed since the Battle of the frozen thrown. The death knight Arthas Menethil led his scourge army and defeated Illidan Stormrage and the Burning Legion. Illidan watch as Arthas was able to merge himself with the empty armor of Ner'zul, thus becoming the new Lich King. Illidan, with his army decimated, had no choice but to return to the Black Temple in Outland and report his failure to his lord Kil'Jaeden. Illidan's Vassels, Akama, Lady Vashj, and Kael'thas waited out of sight atop the summoning alter as Illidan waits for the arrival of his lord. I fire storm approaches from the distances and with it, the giant form of Kil'Jaeden engulfed in fel flame and towers over Illidan.

"Curse you!" Said the enraged demon lord to the still wounded Illidan. "I gave you a second chance to attack the frozen throne and not only did you fail to destroy it, not only did you allow his death kight champion to merge with the Lich King, but you made the biggest mistake of them all by surviving and coming back here to grovel for my forgiveness. I should reduce you to a pile of ash."

Illidain tries to plea his case. "Kil'Jaeden, Arthas amast a large force when he came to Northrend. We were unprepared and undermaned when we were confronted. We fought them for as long as we....."

"Your best wasn't remotely close enough! It was a mistake to put my faith in your abilities. With the Horde, Alliance and now the Scourge left unchecked, we will be fighting a war on 3 fronts." Kil'Jaended pauses for a moment as an idea crossed his mind. ".......unless, I can create a greater choas." With that said Kil'Jaeden vanished in a pillar of fire.

Kael'thas soon came out of hiding and walked up to Illidan. "My Lord, what exactly did he mean by creating a greater chaos?"

Illidan was left to puder it for a moment. "I don't know, but I'm sure that it will be like nothing of this world." There was a slight pause, but soon Kil'jaened reappeared before them brining in his hand various demonic runestones and scrolls which Illidan himself was unfamiliar with. Kil'jaeden read the scrolls and runes and spoke in a demonic language. As he chants, he began to draw what appeared to be to circles with various patterns in them in the platform. The first one Illidan recognized what appeared to be the landscape of Azeroth and Outland, but what he drew in the other circle appeared to be a landscape Illidan was not familiar with. He continue to chant in a demonic language, but Illidan recognized one part clearly.

"Two worlds," He heard the demon mutter. "Two great evils, two lands twisted by chaos, shall be joined as one and a new breed of chaos shall be born." He studied the maps he drew, and made one last ajustment to the unknown planet by drawing what looks to be an eye. "Yes, his power and evil is the perfect magnitude."

"My lord?" Questioned Illidan about Kil'jaeded motives but was ignored. He saw Kil'jaeden begin to overlap the maps. "My Lord!?!?" Illidain tried to interupt one last time, but to no avail. Kil'jaeden had the maps fully overlapped and they began to glow with a green aura. Soon, a pillar of fell energy shot out of the maps and trails traveled from the pillar along the ground. Illidan and his vassels tried to avoild the trails of fel energy, but soon they, along with all of the Black Temple was swallowed up by the fel energy. But it didn't stop with the Black Temple, the fel energy branched out and consumed other major strong holds in Outland. As the strong holds were consumed, the fel energy was able to to journey across the dark portal into Azeroth, consuming soldiers and heros alike causing panic among the cities of both the Alliance and the Horde. Thrall, Jaina, Silvannas, Malfurion and various other heros were consumed by the Cataclysm. The new Lich king in Northrend was awoken from his slumber to find the Fel energy starting to consume his minions before he was targeted himself. He let out one final roar before being swallowed by the energy. Azeroth and Outland was left broken as if major strongholds and heroes dissapered all together.

Minutes passed since the Cataclysm Kil'jaeden summon shattered the world. Illidain began to rise to his feet, while his vassels still remained unconcious. He made his way back to the top of the Black temple and analyzed the situation as best as he could. It look like the area surrounding the Black Temple remaind unchanged with the Fel barracks and armory still intact, but as he broardend his view, he saw a new terrain as if his temple was merely dropped somewhere else. He stood there speechless until he heard the voice of his master. "Illidan!" He turned around to find a large demonic crystal hovering above the platform with buning eyes. He knew that Kil'jaeden was using this to communicate from the safety of his relm.

"My lord!?!? What have you done? Were are we?" Illidan asked but a few quetions that plegued him.

"I used a forbbiden spell to bring chaos to the mortal races of Azeroth. It was a spell that would cause our world which is ravaged by war and conflict, to fall on another world at war. This world you may call, Middle Earth."

Illidan dreaded what the demon lord would request him to do. "You mean....." Illidan paused for he wouldn't believe the words he would say.

"The fronts that the armies of our world and their would fight has just multipied greatly. It is up to you to seize control of this chaos I created and dominate all who resist you. Everyone will be in confusion so if you rally my forces quickly, you might survive." Kil'jaeden paused to make sure Illidan understood all that.

"So, if i were to conquer this world, you bring me back to my world." Illidan asked.

"It does sound simple." Kil'jaeded answered. "But there is one catch. In order for our world to merge with this on, this world needed to suppy a source of evil and power that rivaled mine."

"There is someone in this world that's as....." Illidan paused as he felt a power like he never felt far off to the east, as if a great power was watching him. He tried to focus on it, but he was greeted by the power Kil'jaeded spoke of. What he saw was the image of an eye, an eye wreathed in flame. Illidan could almost feel the flames burn at his face. His mind was hit with whispers of a language he didn't under stand, but he understood one distinct phrase. "I see you. You can not hide from Sauron" The voice soon left the mind of Illidan, and the presence of Kil'Jaeden left the crystal. Left alone, he knew the mission before him. He quickly began to reorganize his vassels and army knowing they will need to be at full force as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, in the land of Mordor, at the base of the tower Barad-dur, Sauron's most powerful servant arrives on horse back. It was the leader of the Nine Dark Riders, the Nazgul known as the Witch-KIng of Angmar. The Witch-king entered the tower and made for a chamber on the base level, were there was a forked spire much like the one at the top of the tower. He stood before the spire and took a knee. The spire sparked follower by a blaze over him. The eye of his dark lord bared down on him and spoke to the Witch-King. "This Cataclysm has brought invaders to Middle Earth. Drive them from our world so it will be pure for my rule. Dawn your armor and prepare for battle." With that, the great eye dissapeared. The Witch-King arose and turned to his personal armor stand with orcs ready to help him suit up. He walked up and turned his attention to his crowned helmet in all of it's chilling image. He holds it for a moment, then placed it on top of his head. He lets out a chilling hiss as he anticipates the battles to come.

I know, the intro was a little plain and it had a few holes in it. I am also using notepad so i may have some spelling errors. But i hope this is a decent start to good Fanfic.