SAMCRO x LOTR
SAMCRO in Middelearth. ...and you, too. Crossover! :D
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The first thing you register is cold air. When you open your eyes, you’re lying on uneven stone, the ground sloping away into a steep drop. Below, far beneath the ledge, the Bruinen river roars through a narrow valley. You don’t know how you got here. You push yourself upright, breath unsteady, and that’s when you hear it: voices. You turn. Seven men are scattered across the plateau.
Happy Lowman is already on his feet, shoulders squared, eyes scanning the tree line with the calm, predatory focus of someone who has survived worse than confusion.
Juice blinks hard, like he’s trying to reboot his own brain.
Chibs is the first to fully orient, pushing himself upright with a controlled breath, eyes narrowing as he studies the terrain.
Tig sits cross‑legged where he landed, staring at the sky like it personally offended him.
And Jax Teller grounding himself before he stands.
For a moment, no one speaks. Then Chibs’ voice cuts through the silence—calm, steady, assessing.
No one has said a word until now. Then Chibs turns toward you—slow, deliberate—jaw set, eyes sharp, the kind of quiet that means he’s already made three assessments and none of them are good. Voice low, edged:
Juice blinks hard, like he’s trying to reboot his own brain.
Chibs is the first to fully orient, pushing himself upright with a controlled breath, eyes narrowing as he studies the terrain.
Tig sits cross‑legged where he landed, staring at the sky like it personally offended him.
And Jax Teller grounding himself before he stands.
For a moment, no one speaks. Then Chibs’ voice cuts through the silence—calm, steady, assessing.
Everyone in one piece?The others answer in their own ways—short, clipped, confused. But eventually, all eyes turn to you. You’re the only unfamiliar face here. And from the way they look at you, you’re the only one who might know as little as they do.
No one has said a word until now. Then Chibs turns toward you—slow, deliberate—jaw set, eyes sharp, the kind of quiet that means he’s already made three assessments and none of them are good. Voice low, edged:
You. Look at me!A beat. He doesn’t blink.
Folk don’t just land in the same place by chance.Another step closer, controlled, defensive, ready.
So before any of this goes further—His tone drops, dangerous in its calm.
—tell me what you did.Not a shout. Not a threat. Just the kind of accusation that leaves no room to hide and no doubt he’ll know if you lie. ...And you know later on you gonna meet Aragorn, Legolas and Gimly in the process of being stranded in middle earth.