Okay folks, this is my big disclaimer. I refuse to put a little blurb at the beginning of every chapter just to say what I've said before a thousand times.

I have nothing to do with any part of Troy or Lord of the Rings. I own nothing in the movies; none of the characters, places, etc. The only person I own is Elissan Tindomiel (and I credit Dennis L. McKiernan with the awesome name of Elissan, as well as with the Draega, or Silver Wolves), who occasionally takes the name of Briseis. Yes, I know, it's confusing, but I promise you, all will be made clear.

And before I start spinning my yarn, I'd just like to say that although this is a LOTR/Troy crossover, there will be no grand meeting between Paris and Legolas. I'm sorry, but I just can't write that. It's too creepy.

And for anyone still reading this who hasn't just said 'screw this' and gone on to the story, this is gonna get kinda long. Not the disclaimer, dolt, the story. I may, in the tradition of Tolkien, split it into several parts if it gets beyond long. I know that it won't seem like I've got much LOTR in there at first, but trust me, I will get there. I'm gonna try to keep it as accurate to movie- and book-verse as I can, but with OCs, it might get a little difficult.

Finally, the explanation of Elissan. She is the daughter of Dior, son of Luthien and Beren, but her mom's not Nimloth. I took a little creative licensing and said that a fey woman (if you want to know who my version of the fey are, read the story) saved him, and they had a daughter, Elissan.

So, please, enjoy! And please, please, please review!

-Lomëlindë