Hey guys and dolls, I am proud to present the first chapter of my Percy Jackson and Hobbit crossover! Obviously I do not own either franchise, no matter how much I wish for it.

Please review and tell me your thoughts or PM with any ideas for this fanfiction or any requests for a different fanfiction in the future.

-iamnemesis

Chapter one.

"I saw him Gandalf, the necromancer... has come" Radagast said with trepidation filling his voice.

"My dear friend, Are you positive It wasn't Nico?" Gandalf asked

"Yes." Radagast said without a slither of hesitation.

"Then we must go to Rivendell and call for the white council"

" Aye, we must"

Then howls were heard in the distance, howls only unique to one race...

"Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there?!" Bilbo said in panic.

"Wolves, No... That is not a wolf" Bofur answered, fear creeping into his voice...

Suddenly a great beast pounced on the dwarves, snarling at them and biting. Thorin managed to behead the first one with little effort and Kili shot the one behind Thorin with his little dwarvish bow, the beast fell and was soon hit by one of Dwalin's multiple Axes.

" Warg scouts!" Thorin spat out in disgust "That means an orc pack is not far behind!"

"Orc pack" Bilbo forced out

"Who did you tell about this quest, apart from your kin?" Gandalf asked, clearly irritated.

"No one" Thorin answered

"Who did you tell?!" Gandalf asked much more forcefully this time.

"No one, I swear!" Thorin answered back in the same tone.

Gandalf huffed and rolled his eyes, seemingly at the world itself.

" What in Durins name is going on?!" Thorin questioned.

"You are being hunted..."

Bilbo looked around frantically, Why were they being hunted?

"We have to get out of here..." Dwalin growled out viciously.

" We can't, we have no ponies... they've bolted!" Ori called out from behind the company.

" I'll draw them off!" Radagast decided

" These are gundabad wargs! They will outrun you!" Gandalf argued, trying to prevent his friend from going to what could be his demise.

" These are rhosgobel rabbits! I'd like to see them try." Radagast said with pride.

He then hopped onto his sleigh and tore through the bushes, the wargs following him. Gandalf led the company another way, they ran through trees and over fast-flowing streams, they scrambled over rock before reaching open fields, with a few sparse rocks scattered over the grass. The company ran for their lives, Bombur sprinting far faster than the others.

But there was a problem, neither group had told the other in which direction they were headed and they nearly ran into each other. The company frantically pressed themselves against a rock as a warg scout stopped on top of it, sniffing out their scents. Kili took a deep breath and stepped out and turning around quickly and shooting the beast in the neck. However this caught the attention of the pack. The pack ran after the company and trapped them in open warfare. Thorin and Kili were able to kill a few others and Ori hitting one in the eye.

"Where's Gandalf?"

" The wizard has forsaken us! Left us to this fate..." Thorin growled out.

" In here you fools!" Gandalf called out, popping up from behind the rocks. One by one the company slid down into a tunnel, everyone breathing heavily in exertion and fear. Then a strange thing happened. Something the dwarves had never seen before, and hoped never to see again.

The dead rose from the ground, skeletons with bits of grey flesh hanging off them and ghosts a ghastly shade of green. The charged forward with a call in a language they had never heard before

"Χρεώνουν! Αγωνιστούμε για μένα!" (Charge! Fight for me!)

A man ran forward, long black hair falling to his shoulder, obsidian eyes blazing. He carried with him a sword that was no dwarvish, elvish or even man-made. It was black and it radiated power and death, like the wreath of bones on his head.

The wargs were killed one by one, quickly, yet painfully. The orcs suffered a similar fate, yet no pity would be shown.

Eventually the massacre stopped, leaving the dwarves fearfully clutching at each other at what they had just witnessed, a scene not meant for mortal eyes.

However before anyone could say a word the man appeared at the entrance and slid down to meet them.

But the dwarves did not take to this kindly and drew their weapons, pointing them at the man clothed in black.

He put his hands up, a strange glint of amusement in his eyes.

" Stop that you fools!" Gandalf said striding forwards, pushing down weapons as he went.

Once Gandalf had reached the front, he bowed low to the black wizard to show his most utter respect.

"mellon nin, you need not bow to me." The black wizard said, if only to show that he no threat.

"yes yes, but we must make to Rivendell with all haste my friend!"

Just as Thorin was about to interrupt, Nico raised an elegant eyebrow at his friend, stopping the dwarf king in his tracks.

" Why?" Nico asked.

" Radagast found something, in Dol Goldur..." Gandalf hesitated " Something is trying to resurrect the witch king and we believe he has succeeded.

Nico blanched.

" Then we must make our way there quickly and call upon the white council..."

" I will not go to Rivendell and reside with our enemy!" Thorin interrupted, he would not reside with those pesky tree-huggers.

"I'm afraid we must, it is a matter of great importance that could threaten the world master Thorin, not just your little mountain." Nico said, ignoring the gasps from the dwarves.

"But first let me introduce myself, I am Nico the black, the good necromancer and lord of the dead"