Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 21:13:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: Destiny of an Earth - 16

Disclaimer: I don't know Nsync. I don't know Justin Timberlake in real
life. This will be a Justin Timberlake centered story. This story is in no
way meant to imply that he is homosexual in real life. This story is simply
the work of a fan and is pure fiction.

I don't own The Lord of the Ring or any other works of the series. The
rights of the series goes solely to the series author JRR Tolkien.


Now that's out of the way. This story appeared in my head when I was
trapped in the car with my relatives for a 24-hour road trip. I was really
really bored! I shudder just thinking about that trip. Anyway, if your
below legal age to read this where your from, then all I can tell you is
stop and don't let your parents catch you. He he that's not much of a
warning, but hey what else can I do.

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
word. Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com


Chapter 16


JC chuckled quietly. "Justin is this part where you're going to pull a
Dorothy impression?" He made his voice real high and delirious
sounding. "And you were there and you were there. And you too!"

Justin shook his head. "Josh you don't understand! It was more than a
dream," he said frustrated. "It felt as if I were there for months."

"That must have been one freaky dream," replied JC.

He looked down at Justin and immediately felt guilty for his earlier
behavior. Justin looked as if his favorite monkey just died. JC sat down
beside him on the bed and put his hand on Justin's shoulder.

"Its alright Just. I'm sorry okay. I didn't know you were serious," he
apologized.

Justin gave him a weak attempt of a smile. He felt as if someone had shot a
hole through his chest. How could everything he experienced be just a
dream? It wasn't right. No, fuck that. It wasn't fair. He had met the man
he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, only to have him just be a
figment of his imagination. How could God be so cruel to him? What did he
do to deserve this fate?

JC bit his lip looking at his glum friend. "Justin look, how about I let
you get dressed and then me and the guys will take you out? Come on, we'll
have a good time. Get your mind off this dream of yours."

Justin sighed. How could he just go out and party? A part of him wanted to
just curl into bed and pass the day away. JC started to make a sad face
causing Justin to smile.

"Ok. Ok. I'll go," he relented, rolling his eyes as JC broke into a wide
grin.

"I knew you would fall for the look. Your so easy," laughed JC.

Laughing, Justin pushed JC off his bed. "Shut up. You know I feel sorry for
you sometimes. What with your horrible fashion sense and all."

JC put his hands over his heart in false heart. "Though has woundeth me
with thoust false claims of cruelty."

Justin clapped with mock enthusiasm. "The make-believe acting performance
award goes to Josh Chasez."

"Kiss my ass," said JC, walking to door. "I'll be downstairs. I swear if I
have to come up here to drag your ass out the door...it will not be
pretty."

Justin nodded. "Yeah Yeah, I got it. I'll be down. Now leave, so I can get
dressed."

JC left closing the door behind him. Justin sighed, putting his face in his
hands. He was a good actor when he wanted to be. JC completely bought his
performance. How could he really be happy when the world he had known for
almost a year was just gone?

"I don't hear any moving up there!" JC's voice yelled, from downstairs.

Justin rolled his eyes. "Hold on Josh! Chill alright!" he yelled back. He
got off his bed and went to his closet to pull out his clothes. His band
mates would be pissed if he called off their celebration. After all, they
were doing it for him. He just didn't he feel like it was a time for
celebration?

He took his time getting ready. Just as he always did. But this time he was
actually dragging his feet. He stopped and looked out his window to the sky
above. The sun beamed down on him illuminated his figure.

"Legolas I don't care if your are just a dream," he said softly, his hand
pressed against the window glass. His eyes were wet, but he refused to be
weak and let tears fall.  "I still do love you."

"Justin you have five minutes! Or I swear to God -- "

Justin chuckled quietly. He knew that JC was ready to go. Really, he should
be used to this though. Justin was always the last person ready for
anything.

"I'm coming Josh. Stop pms-ing and hold on!" he called back.

He looked one more time out the window before leaving the room. Justin
walked down the stairs slowly, not in a rush to go out. A smile did come to
his face as he looked in the living room. His band mates had arrived while
he was getting ready. They were all just like he remembered them to be. Of
course to them he hadn't been gone anywhere. To him he hadn't seen any of
them in almost a year. His eyes misted a little as he looked at the faces
he never thought he would see again.

"I see Prince Congeniality has finally graced us with his presence," said
Lance teasingly.

"Haha Lance. Its nice to see you too," Justin replied, with a smile.

"Hey, Justin," greeted Joey, yawning loudly.

Chris just grunted a little. Justin smiled. Chris was only grumpy when he
hadn't eaten breakfast. Only after a morning meal would he be his usual
hyperactive self.

JC stood up and tossing Justin a smirk. "Its about time. I didn't think you
would ever finish primping."

"I don't primp!"

"Sure. What ever you say."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"It means what it means."

They both crossed their arms and turned their backs to each other.

"Remember Josh revenge is a bitch!" said Justin, smiling.

Josh had a smile playing on his face also. "But payback is a mother
fucker."

Chris stood up clapping his hands together. "Okay, now that we've all had
our daily fix of Days our Lives. Can we go now and get something to eat."

"Let's go," said Justin, cuffing JC on the back of the head before running
out the room.

"Sonof--Justin get back here you poor excuse for a homeless man's urine!"
JC yelled, running after the younger man.

The others laughed and followed out the door. They climbed into Joey's car
heading for the nearest restaurant. It was one they frequented visited
whenever they were near Justin's place. Justin for his part was sitting in
the back oddly quiet. He was staring off into space not aware of his
surroundings. His mind was on his blonde Elf. He knew it was a dream, but
it felt so real to him. He couldn't help but want to just jump out the car
and go back there somehow.

"Justin."

"Justin."

He was jolted out of his musing by Chris's voice. "Hey, man we're
here. Come on."

He just nodded and followed his friend into the restaurant. The
establishment was pretty good because with its privacy, so they didn't have
to worry about interruptions. That was a reason they came here a lot.

Justin sat in the shared booth once again looking at nothing. The four men
shared curious looks with each other. JC told them about them about the
dream Justin had quietly. He didn't have to whisper anyway, since Justin
wasn't even paying attention to them.

"So, let me get this straight," began Joey. "Justin is acting all broody
because he had a dream."

JC nodded. "That's basically it."

"It must have been a hell of a dream," said Lance, frowning at Justin's sad
face. He kind of felt sorry for him. His eyes usually alive and
dancing. Were dark and sad.

They ate their meal each one of them engaging Justin in
conversation. Justin for his part talked and tried to act like he was
alright, but they could tell he was pretending. It seemed the more he tried
to act upbeat the sadder he got.



Justin for his part sat watching his friends dance in the middle of the
room. He had no will to join them. After breakfast JC decided they should
go dancing. So there they were dancing away. And here he was sitting alone
at the table falling into depression. Justin couldn't very well tell them
he didn't want to come. He could tell they were making an effort to try and
get him out of his state, so he had agreed to come. He sat at their VIP
table nursing his drink.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him from behind. He swiveled in his chair and
met the eyes of a blushing young woman. "I'm really sorry about that," she
looked at him and recognition flashed across her face.

She put on her most seductive look and tried to play coy. She tossed her
red hair back. "Hi, what's your name."

Justin almost laughed. She knew good and well his goddamn name. Why was she
pretending? He gave her a charming smile. "My name is not."

She blinked. "Not? What's your last name?"

"Available," said Justin, still smiling dashingly.

The girl laughed lightly, putting up her hands surrendering. "Alright, I
can take a hint."

Justin nodded and turned back around to his drink. He drank the last of his
drink and went back to the bar for another. He flagged down the bartender.

"What can I get you?" the man asked, over the thumping music of the club.

"I'd like a shot of Jack Daniel's with a beer chaser," replied Justin. The
man nodded and went to work. Justin turned around and surveyed the swinging
club. Once upon a time he would have been the first person on the dance
floor. Now he felt like a whole new person. He was the same inside. It was
now he just had different views on what was important.

"Here you go," said the bartender.

Justin turned around paying the man. He took the drink back to his seat. It
was only a moment later he was back into deep brooding mood.

"Can I sit here?"

Justin looked up. Standing before him was a man about his age with black
hair and unnatural looking black eyes. That had to be contacts because no
one's eyes were that black. After a pause Justin shrugged signifying it was
okay for him to sit there. The dark haired man sat down watching Justin
inquisitive. Justin for his part didn't even look at the stranger. He was
staring unblinking down at his drink. He just kept wondering what if?

The stranger cleared his throat getting Justin's attention. "I don't mean
to pry or anything, but are you okay."

Justin shook his head. "Not really."

"My name is Ron. Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

Justin looked at Ron with open curiosity. He didn't seem to know Justin or
if he did he didn't care about the fame. Justin found himself getting lost
in those inky black eyes. It wasn't as if he was attracted to Ron. It's
just his eyes had to be contacts. Nobody's eyes are that black and
bottomless.

Those dark eyes compelled Justin to share his secrets. He found himself
doing just that. Within minutes Justin was telling Ron, a stranger, his
whole story. Ron nodded along and commented at certain parts of the
story. For the most part he was silent. Justin didn't need for him to
talk. All he needed was a willing ear to listen.

Ron leaned forward appearing to be entranced. "So, do you know that full
extent of your powers?"

"No," said Justin, shaking his head. "All I know is that it was the wizard
part of me. I would sing and the next thing I know people would act all
high."

"What about when you guys were ambushed by the Rohan riders. You said that
they you got angry and you wrenched their spears from their hands with by
will alone."

Justin nodded slowly. Mentally, he was frowning. Ron seemed really
interested in the story. He hadn't even doubted him about his claims that
the world of Arda might be real.

Justin crossed his arms leaning back in his chair. "Why do you believe me?
You haven't even laughed at me."

Ron gave Justin a smirk. "I'm a psyche major at the University."

"So, you're trying to be a shrink or something," replied Justin.

Ron sent Justin a mysterious smile. "Lets just say I've always have been
able to get inside peoples heads."

Justin narrowed his eyes a little at his tone. For some reason when he said
that Justin's hair on the back of his neck stood on end. "Er -- right, I
guess."

Ron didn't catch Justin's hesitation. "I'm still surprised that you tapped
into the power of the Istari without the use of a staff."

Wait a minute, Justin thought. Gandalf had told him once that the proper
names for wizards such as he and Saruman were called Istari. Instantly,
alarm bells started to sound off inside of Justin's head. He knew for a
fact that he hadn't mentioned that. He looked at Ron with wide eyes. The
dark haired man gave Justin an evil grin that chilled his bones.

"I see you have finally caught on, boy."

Justin glared at Ron. "How the fuck are you!? And how in the Nine Circles
of Hell did you know about the Istari! I know for a fact I didn't tell
you."

Those black eyes flashed and the blackness spread. Ron's eyes turned
completely black from edge to edge. Justin shuddered watching it. He
schooled his emotions and put on a brave front. "Nice trick Houdini. Will
you be so kind as to tell me who the fuck you are!" Ron didn't even blink
an eye at Justin's anger. "Do I have to break your arms to reinforce my
point."

All humor vanished from Ron's face. "Do not use such language with me, boy!
You haven't figured out who I am have you?"

Justin cocked his head pretending to think. "Hmmm... Are you Barbara
Strisen? No, she's better looking. How about Lord Voldemort -- "

Justin stopped talking noticing the darkening expression on Ron's face. The
shadows of the club began to grow and stretch. They covered the entire room
and also the dancing people. Justin didn't have time to think about it
before the shadows receded and he was standing in the middle of what looked
like an old throne room.

Justin paused for a moment. "Well, that was some trick. I'm guessing your
not Superman."

"I am the Dark Lord Sauron. You will soon feel pain you have never before
felt in your life," said Sauron, in a deep voice that sounded like the
little girl from the exorcist.

He raised his arm and wave of dark energy rushed from his palm and struck
Justin in the dead center of his chest. He let out a scream of pain as he
was forcefully knocked backwards into a wall. He impacted the wall and slid
to the ground half unconscious.

Before his eyes Ron began to change. Justin closed his eyes to block out
the horrifying sight. When he opened them he let out a whimper at the sight
before him. A flaming lidless eye was looking down on him.

"I will know the secret to your powers!" boomed a voice in his mind.

"Argggggghhhhhhh!" Justin screamed, thrashing wildly on the floor. He could
feel him in his mind. Sauron tearing and hammering looking for
something. Justin brought his hands to his head clawing at pain inside his
skull. He didn't care if Middle-Earth, Legolas, Boromir, the Hobbits, or
any of it were real. Justin did the only thing he could do. He screamed out
for the one he loved.

"Legolas!"


There was a loud crash as a section of a wall exploded inward. Legolas
tumbled into the throne room, looking the entire world bewildered. He
didn't register anything else, but Justin's screams. He ran to his side and
dropped to the floor. He put his hands on Justin's shoulders shaking
him. "Justin! Justin!"

Justin continued to scream in pain. His eyes were shut tightly. Blood tears
fell from his closed eyes. Sauron hammered at his mind relentlessly. The
pain was becoming more intense by the second. Legolas' senses flared and he
looked up at the flaming eye above them.

"By the One!" he said, in a breathy whisper.

His head snapped back around to Justin. "Luv. You have to get us out of
here! Please Justin!"

Justin eyes opened hearing Legolas' voice for the first time. He bit his
lip to hold back his screams. Justin bit down too hard drawing a thin
stream of blood. Whimpers of pain still escaped his throat.

"Please Justin! Concentrate! I know you can do it," said Legolas
frantically. He was truly at a loss. There was nothing he could do for his
love. It was tearing at his very heart to watch him in whither agony.

Justin closed his eyes listening to Legolas. He gritted his teeth to try
and sooth the pain Sauron was inflicting on him. He reached deep inside of
himself for the part of him that made him a wizard. Justin had never done
it before. He had only called on his powers by instinct during
battle. Quickly, he tapped into the well of power and magic that was there
waiting inside of him. His eyes snapped open. Legolas gasped seeing
Justin's eyes glowing brighter than they had ever before.

With all his will Justin wished he and Legolas out of Sauron's grasp. He
felt his power flare outwards and he knew it had worked. The throne room
faded before their very eyes.

Justin and Legolas sat up in bed. Justin was breathing heavily sweat
dripping down his face. They both were back in the room inside of Helm's
Deep. Legolas wrapped his arms around him. "Justin are you okay?"

After a minute of getting back his breath Justin nodded. "I'm fine Las."

Legolas looked at Justin with a look akin to wonder. "You pulled me into
your dream," he said.

Justin gave him a look. "Forget the pulling thingy. What I want to know is
why Sauron was in my dream."

Justin leaned back into the Elf's arms. He could feel them squeeze him
tighter calming him his razzled nerves. "It seems the Dark Lord has felt
your power. He has set his sights on you."

Justin cleared his dry throat. "Well don't that just makes me feel all warm
and tingly inside."

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I was going to end with another cliffhanger too! But I felt bad for having
two cliffhangers back to back. You guys lucked out. Lucky you.

So what do you think. Do you like it? If you have any comments, feedback or
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