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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Arda Trilogy". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Mara Jade turned from the Dark Side once, but is now haunted by disturbing nightmares. Her husband Luke helps her track down her past, but they soon find themselves in danger on a planet where the Skywalker name is hated. Mentions slash and MPREG.

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Star Wars > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: Other
Lord of the Rings > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: Other
TDWidowFR151523,637163,80514 Sep 0914 Dec 11No

Chapter Two - Luke's Morning

AUTHOR’S NOTE For those of you who aren’t aware, this is the second story of a trilogy (the first story being “Cruel Trick of Fate”). You are definitely welcome to read that one first, but this segment can stand on its own.

DISCLAIMER I made up a couple of characters in this story, but they don’t appear in this chapter. I own nothing canon from either Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

Coruscant’s sun rose over the central part of the planet-wide city, reflecting off of hundreds of speeders and transports rushing through the air. Luke stood at the window in his bedroom, watching the bustle of the metropolis below his apartment.

Behind him, Mara was still sleeping fitfully. Waves of fear and pain were rolling around the room and from the way she tossed and turned, Luke knew she was having another nightmare.

It distressed him to feel how miserable these few nightmares made her. He had promised to love her and protect her forever. The first part would never be a problem, but if he could not stop her from having terrifying nightmares, then how was he going to protect her from other evil forces?

The sunlight began to warm the room. Luke decided to let Mara sleep, hoping that her mind would calm down, and left to make breakfast.

The midnight conversation they had had about Mara’s first nightmare weighed on his mind. When he was younger, he used to have dreams about his father, always frightening even though at that time he had no idea that his father had become Darth Vader. But he had never dreamt of Leia. They were twins – two Force-Sensitive beings who had spent nine months growing and developing together – and he had never once had a dream about her. What kind of twin did that make him?

A noise behind him caught his attention and he turned to see Mara leaning in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow. “You’re making breakfast?”

He shrugged. “I thought it might be nice to have breakfast in bed.”

She smiled wanly and wandered into the kitchen. “I think I’d rather eat in here.”

Luke took her hand and squeezed it. “Another nightmare?”

Mara nodded. “Same idea. Same planet, people, everything. I believe in the Force too much to believe that these are just nightmares.”

“I know,” Luke said. “I think they mean something.” He finished cooking their breakfast and sat across from his wife. “Maybe if we can figure out what they mean, they’ll stop,” he suggested.

“I wouldn’t have any idea of where to look,” Mara said. Her temper flared, sending a Dark Side ripple through the room. “I can’t remember anything!”

Luke reached across the table and took both of her hands in his, trying to calm her anger. “I promise, love, we’ll find the secret of these dreams.”

When Mara looked at him, she looked hopeless. “If I have to go through even one more night of this, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Luke squeezed her hands and smiled. “Well I wouldn’t want that. A famous Jedi Master can’t have a crazy wife.”

Mara saw his teasing look and laughed. “No, we can’t have that.” Then her hopeless look returned. “How do we start?”

Honestly, Luke was not sure how to start, but he could not let Mara know that. So he asked, “Was there anything else in your second dream that we could use to find maybe at least what planet you were on?”

Mara shook her head. “It had a lot of vegetation. Temperate climate. There were mountains too, and a river. But that could be a thousand different planets. How can we possibly narrow that down?”

“What about the architecture?” Luke asked. “Old Republic? New Republic?” He paused, then added hesitantly, “Imperial?”

She shook her head again. “None of those styles. But it was definitely an old home. It felt like it had been there for a thousand years.” Then she furrowed her brow thoughtfully. “There was a feeling in the house,” she said.

“A feeling like what?”

“Like whoever lived there had built the house himself. Like the home was connected to him – if he ever left it, it would be lost.”

Luke listened intently, for some reason remembering the B’omarr monks who had built what would become Jabba’s palace on Tatooine. Even after Jabba and his cohorts moved in, the monks had not left because they were a part of the building. According to Tatooine legend, they had breathed life into the stone and without them, it would collapse. Likewise, if they were to leave behind that life they had given the fortress, they too would die.

Mara was watching him with a raised eyebrow. “You okay?” she asked.

He nodded. “I think I have an idea. Maybe this home is the home of a holy order. You know how holy orders build temples and things and become a physical part of them?”

Frowning, she asked, “Like the Massassi?”

Growing more convinced of his theory, Luke shook his head. “More like the B’omarr.”


“The B’omarr monks build Jabba’s palace,” Luke explained. “But if they ever left, the palace would crumble and they would die because they were a part of each other. Maybe that’s the kind of presence you felt.”

Mara laughed. “You look like a teenager who’s just gotten his first speeder.”

Luke felt his face grow hot and shrugged. “I just want to help you figure this out.”

“And that’s why I love you,” Mara said.

Luke grinned and leaned over the table to kiss her. Then he said, “I think I’ll go down to the Senate Hall of Records and see what I can find.” He stood up and started for the door.

Mara’s laugh made him stop and turn. “Unshowered, in a t-shirt and boxers?” she asked.

He could feel the blush come back and headed instead for the ‘fresher. He could hear Mara still chuckling in the kitchen. “An absent-minded Jedi Master,” she said to herself. “What are the worlds coming to?”

So excited was he that he rushed through the shower and grabbed the first set of clothes he laid his hands on – a loose-fitting set of sand-colored Tatooine farmer’s clothes. He kissed Mara goodbye and rushed out the door. As he headed down the hall, he felt his wife brush his mind and heard her voice. ‘I don’t think Ada is a name,’ she said. ‘Maybe it’s a religious title.’
He smiled and sent her a warm goodbye. It was not until he was on the lift heading down to the Hall of Records that he looked down at the outfit and wondered aloud, “How long have I had this?”

The reception droid directed him to the wing of religious records (which did not include Jedi records, as those were kept at his praxeum on Yavin 4). Luke looked at the long bookshelves full of computer chips. He whistled. This was going to take awhile.

They were organized by galactic region. He began with the Core Worlds and resigned himself to a long day.

As the hours wore on, Luke learned about the Massassi of Yavin 4, the B’omarr of Tatooine, the Youk of Kubindi, and the Hamun of Jubilar. None of those were planets like what Mara had described and he found no mention of a figure known as Ada. With a grown, he let his head drop on the table with a thud.

Suddenly he was aware of his sister’s presence coming toward him. She was worried. He did not move until he heard her ask, “Luke? What’s wrong?”

He chuckled dryly as he looked up at her. “You’re getting better and better at reading my emotions.”

Leia Organa Solo sat across from him. “You’re sitting in the Hall of Records first thing in the morning alone the day after you come back from your honeymoon in clothes that you haven’t worn for twenty years.” Her face fell. “Oh no. You and Mara didn’t have a fight already, did you?”

“No, no,” Luke reassured her. “Nothing like that. It just…wasn’t a very good night.”

He saw a knowing smile spread across her face. “Oh Luke, that part’s always hard after the honeymoon. I know it’s not quite as romantic here, but it will get better.”

Luke could feel how red his face was. “That’s not what I meant!” he hissed. “That part is fine.”

“Just fine?” Leia asked, still smirking.

“It’s great.”

Clearly enjoying herself, Leia added, “Because if you ever need any advice from your big sister, I’m always here.”

Usually they both had fun teasing the other about who was older, but Luke was tired and frustrated with his dead-end search. “Mara’s having horrible nightmares about her past. I’m just trying to help her find answers.”

Leia fell into an ashamed silence. “What information do you have to go on?”

Luke sighed. “A temperate planet with a very old and established holy order. We think.”

“You think?”

“It was something about the building she was in,” he explained. “She said it felt like it was part of the person who built it. I know of many holy orders that do that.”

“Infuse their temples with their life force?” Leia asked. Her brother nodded. She rested her chin in her hands. “Hmm. So what specifically are you looking for?” She indicated the pile of discarded data chips.

Sending the pile an uncharacteristic angry glare, Luke said, “Just a center like what she described and a figure that goes by the title of Ada.”

Leia looked at him incredulously. Then she laughed. “Little brother, sometimes you can be very dense.”

With a teasing glare, Luke shot back, “And why is that, little sister?”

“Because there’s an easier way to do this.”
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