By: Azra
Rating: PG-13 for language and suggested violence in future chapters.
Summary: Elves do exist, and some of them are living among us right now, disguised as mortal men and women. One of them faces the past she longs to forget when she is suddenly sucked back into the world of Elves, Hobbits, and Middle-earth. The Lord of the Rings movie.
Chapter One:
"Oh hell, not this again!" A very disgusted blond took a deep breath to calm herself and forced her eyes to stay trained to the television screen. Everything nowadays was all about this stupid new movie. The Lord of the Rings. Of all the stories that ever took part in Middle-earth, they had to choose this one to make a movie about.
True, they believed it to be fiction. And that one actor who was playing Legolas was hot. But she couldn't just sit around and watch as they mutilated one of the most important histories of her people.
Yes, her people. She was, as far as she knew, one of the six elves currently living in this artificial world the mortals called Earth. They were part of a group of edlenn, Exiled. In the ages that the Elves had existed in Middle-earth, her home, only eight had ever been exiled and sent to this hell hole. Of those original eight, one had died of grief and the other had forsaken his immortality for the love of a mortal woman (who had divorced him and left him bankrupt in the end). The others kept in touch and met up every once in a while.
There was a reason they'd been exiled here. It was an Elf's worst nightmare, to be away from the trees. Everything here was fake. Even the trees that had been planted in her apartment complex's courtyard didn't belong there. They were puny little things that had been grown in a field before being uprooted and replanted in the middle of this city.
One of the other five elves, an Eldar by the name of Tolkien, had taken it into his own hands to write out their people's history and publish among the Men as fiction. He'd succeeded, creating one of the most epic trilogies ever to be read in this world. Then, like all mortals did, he had 'aged' and died an old man, leaving behind a son. Supposedly. Of course, the spells he had used to appear to be aging then were the same ones he was using now. Then he had been John Ronald Reuel Tolkien; now he was Christopher Tolkien. Same man (or rather, elf), but different name and appearance.
And her? She was currently living as one Summer Limmenel, a Junior at the University of California in Los Angeles. She'd been exiled for a crime she didn't commit, but no evidence had been presented to convince the Council of her innocence. So she was here, on charges of murdering a fellow elf. She'd left behind her brother, her fiance, and her life.
But at the moment, none of that mattered. She wouldn't let it affect her; not when she was this ticked. And she was seriously pissed off at this new movie. Imagine, these mortals attempting to do justice to the events that occurred during the War of the Ring. She smoothed her hair down around her ears, feeling the unnatural roundness of them, and sighed.
She'd go see the movie, of course. Her roommate- and best friend- was a huge fan of the actor Elijah Wood and had already gotten tickets to the opening night viewing. She would drag Summer to see it one way or another.
Speaking of… the overly hyper girl practically bounced through the door of their dorm, a grin on her face. "Sum, Sum!" She positioned herself between the television and the other girl. "C'mon girl, don't look so grumpy! You'll love the movie; trust me. Now let's go! The movie starts in two hours and I wanna get good seats!" With a sharp tug, she yanked Summer off the couch, flipped the tv off, and was out the door. The blond elf had no choice but to follow.
End Chapter
March 22, 2002
Notes: Summer's Elf name, Limmenel, translates as 'blue sky'. And the group that the Elves have formed, edlenn, means what is says: exiled.
There will be romance in this fic. When, I don't know. Between who, I do know (but not saying just yet). I do have some idea of what will happen, but not to sure.
In case anyone was confused, lemme clear up a point really quickly. In my story, JRR Tolkien was actually an Elf named Tolkien who decided to write out the history of Middle-earth and publish it. When JRR Tolkien supposedly died, Tolkien (the Elf) became Christopher Tolkien, JRR Tolkien's son. Slightly confusing. If you can't understand it, lemme know and I'll clear it up better.
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