Transmigrate to the world of The Lord of the Rings?

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In a dark forest, where night had claimed ground, several figures could be seen riding swiftly, the branches of the trees creaking under the horses' footsteps. A pale moon peeked timidly through the clouds, briefly illuminating the tense and tired faces of the expedition group.

"Auuuu!"

The terrifying howl of the warg could be heard in the distance, flooding the group with nervousness. The horses as if spurred on by the howl, sped up with more fervor, moving deeper and deeper into the forest.

[Half an hour later]

Finally, the expedition team made it out of the dark forest, being greeted by bright moonlight. Ahead of them lay a wasteland with huge boulders adorning it.

The howls of the Wargs could not be heard, allowing the group to breathe a sigh of relief. The horses slowly slowed down, tired from the chase and adding that they were unable to rest properly from the previous chase.

Shadow Star despite not having rested, was in perfect condition, proving how extraordinary his lineage was.

"Where are we going, Gandalf?" asked one of the dwarves, with a mixture of weariness and hope in his voice.

"We will go to Rivendell," Gandalf replied, his tone firm but comforting. "The elves will help us replenish our lost supplies." As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the north, as if he were searching for something or someone.

"Shall we go ask those damned elves for help? I'd rather stay and fight orcs than ask an elf for help," Dwalin said with a Bold face. He detested the elves with fervor; it was as if an irrational distaste for them was already implanted in his blood.

"I am of the same opinion as Dwalin, I don't want to ask the elves for help," Glóin added with clear disgust in his voice.

"Silence!" shouted Thorin, his voice ringing with authority. Though he shared the opinion of the others, he had no choice. The supplies had been left behind after the sudden orc attack, and he endured the displeasure for the sake of the group.

Ignoring the displeasure of the dwarves, Aldril rode alongside Gandalf and asked, "How long will it take us to reach Rivendell?" He was excited; something inside him urged him on. It was a cozy feeling, the same feeling one feels when arriving home after a hard day.

"At noon, if there is no trouble," Gandalf replied without taking his eyes off the front. He knew that this moor was the border of Elven territory and that sooner or later they would encounter a scouting party.

The orcs would not be stupid enough to cross the border of elven territory, they would be safe on this moor, allowing them to loosen up their already tense bodies a bit.

"We should keep alert until then," he added.

"It's dawn!" warned Ori, pointing to the horizon, where the brightness of the sun was rising majestically, gradually illuminating the dark moor and bringing joy to the dwarves. With the sunlight, the orcs would not pursue them, for the orcs detested the sun.

The dwarves smiled as they felt the first rays of sunshine on their faces, grateful for the brief respite granted by nature.

"A new day," Thorin murmured, allowing himself a brief moment of relief. "I hope it all goes well," he whispered.

But as if fate was spitting in their faces, a group of wargs suddenly emerged from the forest, rushing towards them. The orcs riding the wargs didn't mind the sunlight; it certainly made them very uncomfortable, but their ferocity prevented them from turning and running away. They wanted to murder the dwarf bastards at any cost.

Turning at the loud sound of footsteps, Kili watched in surprise as the wargs rapidly approached them.

"Damn it!!! Orcs!!!" he shouted in frustration.

At Kili's sudden shout, they all turned their heads and immediately their faces changed from relaxed to tense. The number of enemies in front of them reached at least sixty wargs, far more than they could handle.

"Quick! Quicken!" shouted Gandalf, urging his horse to gallop faster. Though tired, the horses gave their all, knowing that, if they did not run, they would be slain by these ferocious beasts.

The group sped forward, the sound of hooves echoing against the rocky terrain. The wargs were rapidly approaching, their snarls filling the air with palpable menace. The orcs mounted on them snarled and roared, waving their weapons in the air.

"Kill the dwarves!!! Quickly!!!" Growled an orc, he wanted to assassinate these bastards that killed several of his group, he didn't want to let them get away once again, sthis time he would do anything to get the head of these bastards.

"We can't let them catch up with us!" cried Thorin, gritting his teeth as his horse strained to the utmost. The dwarves, now clung to their mounts in desperation.

"They will catch up with us, we must fight" Shouted Dwalin clinging with all his remaining strength to his horse, he would rather die in battle, than be killed as he fled.

Gandalf looked up, scanning the horizon with hope palpable in his eyes. "We cannot afford another battle!" he shouted.

Despite finding himself tired and sleepy, Aldril drew his bow and arrow, with determination he began to shoot, thanks to his level with the bow, he could afford to shoot while riding.

He was now very focused, not underestimating the enemy, he knew they could dodge his arrows, so he was not confident like two nights ago where he was almost killed by a warg.

"Shissh" "Shiss" "Shiss" "Shiss."

Three wargs were killed, seeing three of their comrades slain, the orcs roared with fury and charged with more vehemence.

Just when it seemed that the group would be overtaken, a new sound was heard in the distance: the clear, resounding blast of a horn.

"Turuuuu!"

From the nearby hills, a group of elven riders appeared, descending with grace and speed. The elves of Rivendell lunged towards the wargs with calm and lethal precision.

The elven arrows flew through the air, striking the wargs before they could react. The elves, mounted on their sleek horses, moved with perfect timing, demonstrating how well-entered they were.

"Let there be none left!" Commanded an elf of unearthly beauty, with dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders. With one fluid motion he fired an arrow, piercing the orc leader's body.

Within minutes, the elves had significantly reduced the number of wargs. The beasts, seeing themselves outnumbered and without effective leadership, began to retreat, cowardly fleeing into the forest.

The group breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the wargs fleeing, you must understand that they had been without proper sleep for 2 nights and including that they had been fighting without hardly any rest for a long time, first against the orcs, then against the trolls and again against the orcs.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the dwarves tensed up as they were surrounded by the elves, who did not look kindly upon them. It was at that moment that the elf who seemed to be the leader approached Gandalf and with a friendly tone said.

"Mae govannen, Mithrandir," he greeted, bowing his head slightly. "We arrived just in time, it seems."

"Your help has been providential, Elladan," Gandalf replied, visibly relieved. "We have been on the run for so long and find ourselves exhausted, we would not withstand another attack."

"Rivendell awaits you," the Elf said, pointing eastward. "We are here to make sure you arrive safely."

Thorin, looking bold face and with displeasure evident on his face, merely nodded and followed the elves, certainly many events had occurred that had exhausted them mentally and they needed a well-deserved rest.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Aldril put away his bow and followed the elves. However, he felt someone's penetrating gaze, turning to the direction of the gaze, he met the surprised eyes of the black-haired elf.

The expression of recognition on his face puzzled him, for he could not recall ever having seen that elf before.

The elf slowly approached and said "Excuse me my staring, but I think I know you from somewhere," the elf said, his voice soft and melodious. "Have you been to Rivendell before?"

Aldril hesitated for a moment, surprised by the elf's question. "No, I've never been to Rivendell before," Aldril replied, trying to hide his confusion.

The elf seemed to ponder for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. "My apologies then, it must be a coincidence. But your face looks curiously familiar. Anyway, welcome to the lands of Rivendell. I hope you find peace and rest here."

"Thank you" Aldril replied, even with confusion evident on his face "Why the fuck do I feel familiarity with this elf?" he wondered.

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Any fic from the game of thrones universe that you recommend? Including dance of dragons, etc. I say this because all I've found are about Jon snow and I've had enough of his fic.

Question of the day, which character from the lord of the rings does the game of thrones verse alone? For me it would be a Glorfindel, that elf would even make Sauron run in fear and I say this because I found a comment that Jon Snow beats Aragorn in combat hahaha.

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