When Destinies Meet, part 1: In the wake of discovery

Disclaimer: I own nothing from either Star Wars or the Lord of the Rings. I am making no profit whatsoever with this story, merely writting it for the pure fun of it. All the characters you do not recognise are mine, everything else belongs to George Lucas and J.R.R.Tolkien.

Author's Note: This is a story in progress the idea for which I got when I should have listened in my final chemistry hour in last school year. Please, read and review! Comments are much appreciated!




It began with the colonisation of the Galaxy. Creatures rose from the waters. Very soon, the inteligence of some superior races began leading the world into a brighter future. They rose onto two feet, begun to use their hands, begun to think, invent, prosper. Families became tribes, tribes became races. Races begun to show signs of civilisation. They undertook harsh tests to discover what would bring them onto other planets. For they had evidence that they were not alone. With the discovery of the hyperdrive and similar things, the first deep-space cruisers were built, and expeditions sent across the vast space that they called 'the Galaxy'. It was discovered that systems built it, species of other kinds lived in them, and the number of planets soon became lost in kilometres of words.

In 25 000 BBY the Galactic Republic was formed. It lasted onto year 1000 BBY. But that is another story.

Our story tells about a small planet on the far edge of the Outer Rim teritories. So small, that it somehow got lost while making the galactic charts. Even the Jedi, the Guardians of Peace within the Galactic borders, know not of its existance. Lush and green it appears, with high mountains, deep lakes, roaring seas, and thriving peoples.
The planet lies inbetween two others – perhaps that is why its name sounds so peculiar. But whoever named it had a good idea of what he was doing.

Middle Earth.

The home to Elves, humans, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Wizards, Orcs, Goblins, Trolls and creatures you will never even begin to imagine. A planet by-pased by science, technology, hyper drives and the Republic itself.

But something stirs within the Force; Yoda can feel it. A disturbing message has been sent.



The numbers of the Jedi are dwindling, the power to control the Force all but gone. And the Prophecy of the One seems less and less likely to come to pass.

On the lush planet of Naboo in the middle of the Chommel Sector, King Veruna has been overrun. His seat of royalty has been given to Princess of Theed, now Queen Amidala, before named Padmé Naberrie. The Force is strong with her. She will know what to do when the time comes. She looks up at the rising Sun from her rooms in the Theed Palace.

And within the hidden realm of Imladris by the foot of the Misty Mountains, well within Middle Earth, Arwen Undómiel, Evenstar of her people, said to be Lúthien reborn, looks up into the sky as her sire's star gives way to the sailing boat of Arien.