This is a work in progress (not yet complete). It is the best
combination
of anime and Lord of the Rings that I've seen yet, which is
why I
asked John for permission to post it here. Enjoy. Tim
Seltzer
John's Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and
RK are
not mine. They belong to their authors, respectively J.R.R.
Tolkien and
Watsuki Nobuhiro. This fanfiction is created just for fun, not for
any
commercial purposes.
Summary: Here it is folks, a crossover between
Rurouni
Kenshin and Lord of the Rings. In this Kenshin & company defend
middle
earth and at the same time help a certain hobbit destroy the ring of
power.
As the fighting slowed, Gimli swung his axe at the neck of an
injured
warg, killing it. Then the Dwarf began to look around, seeing the
last
remaining wargs and their riders have fled from the battlefield.
And those
that were injured, Théoden's men, along with Saito and Aoshi,
quickly
dispatched. Now, the ground was littered with the bodies of the
dead, both
Orcs and men, as well as their mounts.
Legolas glanced around as he called out, "Aragorn?"
Théoden and Aoshi also looked for Aragorn's whereabouts, but
unfortunately… Aragorn was nowhere to be seen.
"…Aragorn?" Gimli called out also…
Sanosuke also noticed that Aragorn wasn't anywhere in sight, even
as
his name was being called out, and looked around frantically for
the Dunedain
warrior. Théoden and the others began to worry intensely. Legolas,
Gimli, and Aoshi walked up to a cliff where they heard a rough
laughing
sound, and slowly turned their heads and looked behind them… to
find the
Orc, Sharku dying from the wound from Aragorn's dagger and was
laughing
very roughly, despite his injuries.
"Aragorn?" he asked as well. "Where are you… Aragorn?" Sanosuke
said,
while continuing to look around, he couldn't find him.
"You moron," Saito cuts in, smoking a cigarette.
"What did you say, Saito?" Sanosuke asks angrily.
"Look over there," Saito replied as he pointed to a cliff where
Legolas,
Aoshi, and Gimli had just found Sharku, "The elf, Shinomori, and
the dwarf
are probably asking that Orc there. Didn't think about that, did
you?"
Ignoring Saito's insults, Sanosuke quickly jogged off over to
them.
Théoden and Saito went to join the others at the cliff as well.
Gimli swung his axe in the Orc's face and threatened, "Tell me
what
happened and I will ease your passing!"
"He's," the orc replied, coughing and laughing evilly, "…dead…"
After hearing this news from the evil Orc, incredulous
expressions came
upon Legolas, Aoshi, and the others.
"He took a little tumble off the cliff," Sharku added viciously.
Théoden then headed to the cliff's edge to check out the orc's
story. Aoshi and Saito joined the king as well. Legolas,
disbelieving of
Sharku, grabbed the orc's armor roughly… and jerked him towards
his face.
"You lie!" Legolas said aggressively.
Sanosuke didn't believe it either, "Tell us the truth buddy!" He
threatened,
while cracking his fist.
But alas… the orc chortled… and died from his injuries. Slowly,
the
Orc's hand relaxed, and Legolas looked down at the Orc's fist
finding the
Evenstar pendant clutched in its hand. He took the elven jewel,
ran to
the edge of the cliff and looked down to see the great drop and
rushing
waters below, with no sign of Aragorn. Gimli and Sanosuke came to
stand
beside him.
Seeing this, Sanosuke fell to his knees in anguish and punched
the ground
beneath him with a Futae no Kiwami attack, making part of the
cliff break
into smaller rocks that fell into the rushing waters.
Aoshi looks down at the water, with a perplexed expression.
'Aragorn,'
he thought.
Saito merely humphed at this, as always.
Théoden glanced at Aragorn's companions in sympathy, then turned
to his men. "Get the wounded on horses," he ordered, "the wolves
of Isengard
will return… leave the dead."
Theoden then re-sheathed his sword as Legolas turned to him with
an
expression of perplexed anger on his face. Théoden's eyes
flickered
to meet his briefly, then laid his hand on Legolas' shoulder, in
deep sympathy.
"…Come," Théoden said quietly and turned away.
Théoden left the others to stare down at the river. All of them
were in anguish, save Saito. Saito flicked off his cigarette to
let it
fall down to the river.
'It looks like the king has fallen… and will never be able to
claim
his throne,' thought Saito.
Meanwhile, Éowyn, and the Rohan villagers drew closer to Helm's
Deep. As the refugees trekked over a hill… they finally saw the
great fortress,
in the distance, at the end of the valley, tucked into the
mountains. Cries
of relief were heard as the great refuge was within their sights.
" At last, Helm's Deep!" they cried, "There it is, Helm's Deep!
Immediately after they saw the fortress… everyone quickened their
paces,
rejoicing at their reaching at the fortress. Éowyn stood silently,
letting the villagers pass her, giving their rejoicing cries…
"We're safe!" the villagers cried out
"We're safe, my lady!" an old woman cried to Éowyn, "Thank you!"
Éowyn hugged the old woman and they, and the villagers continue
to walk on towards Helm's Deep. More of the women were hugging
Éowyn
in gratitude along the way. And even the children Eothain and
Freda smiled
believing that they were safe now at Helm's Deep.
The gate opened. Éowyn and the refugees entered the huge
fortress,
each carrying what little possessions they took with them. Éowyn
gazed at the mighty statues within the fortress, as well as the
many people,
who have already taken refuge within and were resting along the
passage.
Men… women… and children were scattered around the fortress… all
torn up
and worn out. The majority of the people were camping behind the
Deeping
wall.
Helm's Deep, named after Helm Hammerhand, the ninth king of
Rohan, stood
tall within the narrow and precipitous gorge of Aglarond with its
great
stone walls. And at its center… stood the lofty tower of Hornburg,
the
dwelling of Erkenbrand, master of the Westfold. Helm Hammerhand
himself
had taken refuge within the fortress, during the Long Winter of
2758-59
of the Third Age, during a time of civil war in Rohan.
There was chaos as the villagers milled about. Carts, personal
possessions,
and even small children, added to the pandemonium. The most
heartening
part of the pandemonium, was the reunion of Morwen with her
children, Eothain
and Freda. The children ran towards their mother.
"Mama!" cried Freda as the family of three hug and cry with joy.
"Eothain! Freda!" Morwen cried as she clutched both children to
her.
Meanwhile, Éowyn had helped one of the refugees gather the food
supplies that they had on their long, trifling journey.
"Where is the rest?" she asked earnestly.
"This is all we could save, my lady," the man told her soberly.
Éowyn looked about at the many bushels of potatoes. There were
lots of potatoes indeed. But it may not be enough to feed the
thousands
of people that have entered the fortress. Éowyn had to pray that
it would be enough… for the time being.
"Take it to the caves." Eowyn ordered, then she heard the cries
of the
guard…
"Make way for the king!"
Hearing this, Éowyn immediately hobbled off towards the gate…
where Théoden, and what was left of his company, were entering the
fortress, returning from the battle with the warg riders. They
rode up
the causeway as the guards shouted, "Make way for Théoden! Make
way for the king!"
Éowyn continually rushed over through a tunnel… to meet her uncle
at the foot of the Hall within the fortress. She looked about,
seeing that
there weren't so many soldiers with him. Éowyn saw that Saito,
Aoshi,
Legolas and Gimli were on their horses, but saw that Sanosuke was
riding
Aragorn's horse, Hasufel. Indeed she was relieved when she saw
that Sanosuke,
Saito, Gimli, and the others have survived. But she couldn't find
Aragorn
anywhere despite Sanosuke riding his horse. Théoden dismounted
from
his horse, Snowmane, to meet with his niece, eye to eye.
"So few," Éowyn said quietly to herself in dismay, "so few of
you have returned."
'…I hear you, missie,' thought Sanosuke, also in dismay.
Théoden paused for a moment before he replied to Éowyn,
"Our people are safe."
Théoden then helped an injured soldier from his horse as he
added,"…We
have paid for it, with many lives."
After hearing this fact from her uncle, her fears about Aragorn
had
increased greatly. Sanosuke and the others dismounted off of their
horses.
Gimli, and Sanosuke went up to Éowyn with sad expressions on their
faces … to tell her about Aragorn's befalling, since they both
knew that
she would ask about him. "My lady…" spoke Gimli.
"Sanosuke…?" Éowyn spoke to him, a little perplexed.
Sanosuke replied, "…I'm sorry Éowyn."
"About what," Éowyn said quietly as if wondering what was wrong
and hoping that it wasn't about Aragorn…
"…Lord Aragorn… where is he…?" she asked of them about Aragorn.
Gimli then sadly answered, "…He fell."
Hearing this, Éowyn became shaken with grief.
"He'll be missed," Saito cut in as he was smoking a cigarette.
Sanosuke then turned to stare menacingly at Saito, wanting to
have his
long-awaited rematch with him. But despite the grudge that they
had, they
decided not to say anything, knowing it would only cause Éowyn
more
pain. Continuing to wallow in grief, Éowyn raised teary eyes to
her uncle. He looked down in return, with his eyes shining with
sympathy,
as he looked back at her, and hers' filled with tears she could
not afford
to shed. Théoden then walked away, confirming her unasked
question.
Éowyn had become attached to Aragorn for he was the only man… who
truly understood her. She shall miss him indeed… as Saito had
mentioned
earlier.
Théoden continued up the stairs, to the battlements and overlooks
the vast area surrounding Helm's Deep, making an assessment.
"Draw our forces behind the wall," Théoden ordered, "bar the
gate, and set a watch on the surround."
Gamling inquired, "What of those who cannot fight my lord? The
women
and children?"
"Get them into the caves," the king replied, as he walked away
from
the battlements, "Saruman's arm would have grown long indeed if he
thinks
he
can reach us here."
The king walked past some of the refugees that camped behind the
Deeping
wall, beside a stream that came from a drain at the wall. But
there was
something about that drain… that could be used as a disadvantage
for Théoden…
"Helm's Deep has one weakness," said Wormtongue to Saruman,
giving advice
on the fortress, "its outer wall is solid rock but for a small
culvert
at its base which is little more than a drain."
Saruman and Wormtongue were in another room at the tower of
Orthanc
as Saruman began pouring a course, black powder substance into a
spiky,
metallic ball. Wormtongue held a lit candle in his hand,
overseeing Saruman's
preparations.
"How?" inquired Wormtongue as he approached the ball with the
candle,
"How can fire undo stone? What kind of device could bring down the
wall?"
As Wormtongue edged near the metallic ball… Saruman quickly took
hold
of Wormtongue's candle with a warning look and slowly, but firmly,
pushed
the candle, along with Wormtongue, away from the vessel.
"If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall," Saruman intoned
as
he left the room.
Wormtongue followed his master as he explained, "Even if it is
breached,
it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands to storm the
keep."
"Tens of thousands," Saruman corrected him. He headed towards the
balcony
with Wormtongue still close behind him.
"But my lord," Wormtongue insisted, "there is no such force."
As they neared the balcony… a horn sounded…
VVVVRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!
Wormtongue couldn't believe his eyes to what he saw… he gazed at
a vast
group of cheering Uruk-hai, laid out below in neat rows, filling
the grounds
of Isengard. The tens of thousands of Uruks that Saruman says will
take
to storm Helm's Deep. Wormtongue was astounded and awed, gaping at
the
vast army below.
"DERBGOO NASHGSHOO! DERBGOO DASHSHOO!" The army cheered out.
"DERBGOO
NASHGSHOO! DERBGOO DASHSHOO…! "
Saruman raised a hand, gesturing his army to settle down. He
began to
announce to his troops in a voice that carried:
"…A new power is rising… its victory, is at hand!"
The Uruk armies cheered again, stomping feet and banging their
weapons
on their shields. Saruman calmed them down with his hand once more
as he
continued:
"This night…! "
"…The land will be stained with the blood of Rohan…! "
"…March to Helm's Deep…! "
"…Leave none alive…! "
The army roared and cheered once more, waiting to shed the blood
of
Men…
"…TO WAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" Saruman cried out, raising his hands high
in
the air.
"DERBGOO NASHGSHOO! DERBGOO DASHSHOO!" The Uruk army cheered
thunderously
in response to Saruman's cry of war. Wormtongue began to shed a
tear in
astonishment to the genocidal battle that will take place.
"There will be no dawn… for men," Saruman grimly reassured
Wormtongue.
The massive army of Saruman began to march fiercely out from
Isengard,
waving their spears and banners high in the air, marching towards
Helm's
Deep… to carry out their mission of genocide.
Meanwhile, at Fangorn Forest, Treebeard continued to stride
through
the forest with Merry, Misao, and Pippin riding amongst the
branches around
his shoulders. From that height the two Hobbits and Misao could
see over
the trees. Suddenly, Pippin's gaze roamed over the treetops, and
noticed
smoke billowing in the distance.
"Merry, Misao, look!" Pippin exclaimed quietly, as he pointed
outwards,
"There's smoke to the south!"
Misao and Merry look at the smoke that Pippin saw. Misao asked
with
concern, "What's going on here?"
"There is," interjected Treebeard, "always smoke rising from
Isengard
these days."
"Isengard?" queried Merry. He, Misao, and Pippin then immediately
climbed
higher up onto Treebeard for a better view.
Treebeard went on, "There was a time, when Saruman would walk in
my
woods. But now he has a mind of metal… and wheels. He no longer
cares for
growing things."
Misao, Merry, and Pippin then looked overhead from Treebeard… and
saw
a vast dark mass moving across the valley, proceeding from the
smoking
land of Isengard.
"Actually Treebeard," Misao interjected, "Saruman does care about
growing
something… but its something real ugly and nasty."
"…What is it?" asked Pippin.
"…Its Saruman's army," answered Merry, gasping, "the war has
started."
'This isn't good,' thought Misao, dreadfully, '…Saruman's on the
move.
Lord Aoshi, Himura, all of you guys… please… please just be
careful.'
A/n: I found those words that the Uruk-Hai were cheering out from
one
of the appendices from the extended version of Two Towers. I found
it in
the feature titled, "The Soundscapes of Middle-Earth". To go into
detail
I saw those words when they showed this scene of Peter Jackson and
crew
recording for the massive cheering from the crowd from a cricket
stadium
in New Zealand. I had to say that that was interesting.
2nd A/n: if you people are wondering about how the others at the
Aoiya,
back in Kyoto are doing, stay tuned to the next chapter…
