This is just something I wanted to write because I was bored. This is an AU because Legolas, Elrond and Celeborn never sailed and this is a modern fic. I don't know why, but I have taken a liking to Celeborn, Glorfindel and Erestor, so they're in this fic. Note I shall shamelessly mix movie and bookverse together so if you have watched the movies and don't know something that I wrote, either I made it up or it's from the books. Same goes for Bookverse.
Summary: Legolas, Elrond and Celeborn never sailed to the Undying Lands. Other Elves stayed as well. Now years later in 2011 they have settled down in Vancouver British Columbia. Posing as a big extended family from Europe, some of our favorite Elves live good lives in Canada. That is until they get wind of the Ring and Saruon returning. With old enemies at every turn they need to find a way to bring back the rest of the Fellowship. The world needs them now. Unbet'ed story.
First in the Return of the Ring trilogy.
For this I just made something up on how The Great One – Tolkien – knew about Middle Earth. This is just a guess and not real, nor do I mean any offence to him or his family.
I don't own anyone or thing, but the plot.
Chapter I
Years had passed since the War of the Ring. Elrond never sailed with Gandalf, Galadriel, Bilbo and Frodo. Celeborn never sailed years after. Legolas chose to stay in Middle Earth. Along with other Elves, they watched as the times of Middle Earth slowly but surely turned into the modern day Earth we know now. The Dwarves became extinct. Orcs, Goblins and Trolls died out from all the killing that came from the surviving Elves. And the Elves stayed hidden, living as humans, until Middle Earth was forgotten.
In the 1950's (I think anyway. No book with me) J.R.R Tolkien, a very great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great – you get the point – grandson of Aragorn son of Arathorn wrote three books on the War of the Ring with help from his ancestor Aragorn's Elven Friends. And so people learned about Middle Earth, just thinking it was a myth.
It wasn't.
Trouble is a brewing. The world needs the Fellowship back. But what can they do if only two are alive and only one of them still on Earth?
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In the city of Vancouver, in British Columbia, in the country of Canada on the continent of North America, there was talk of a strange extended family rumored to be from Europe. It was a family of eight, all related somehow, but close and all male.
First there were the Owens. Liam and Timothy. They were father and son. Both with golden hair, blue eyes, tall and pale. Liam, the son, seemed in his early twenties with a good job as a plainclothes detective. No one had been able to lie to him because of his killer glare. His father, Timothy, more commonly known as Tim, was more of a leader and ran a jewelry shop. Tim's wife had died in an accident in Europe and no one talked about it.
The Phillips; Edward, Daniel and Rogan. They too looked a lot alike like the Owens family did. All with black hair and stormy grey eyes. Again tall and pale like the rest. All eight of the family were very handsome. Edward was a doctor at the local hospital, while his sons, Daniel and Rogan, ran a shop full of pranks and jokes and fun stuff that Liam enjoyed helping them with. Daniel and Rogan were known as Dan and Ro for short. The twins – for Daniel and Rogan were twins – were the same age as Liam and their mother also died, but in a mugging. His only daughter, Anna was only 16, two years younger than her brothers when she was killed in a shooting at a mall, not long after her mother.
Edward's father-in-law and Tim's first cousin, Charlie Smith moved after his wife left him, after something. Charlie and his wife Gabriella still loved each other, but she had to leave for health reasons. Charlie had silver hair, yet he seemed young as well, with blue eyes, like his cousins. He co-ran the jewelry stole with Tim and was close with his grandsons and cousin. Again he was tall and pale.
George Griffins and Eric Irwin were close friends of the family and part of it as well. George's grandmother had been Charlie's father's little sister and Eric was a fourth cousin of Edward. George was blond and blue eyed and tall as well as pale. Eric on the other hand was short and pale with black hair and warm brown eyes that gave you a killer glare. Almost as scary as Edward's, Liam's and Tim's glares. Eric was a writer and George really had no job. He sometimes worked at Daniel's and Rogan's store and sometimes the jewelry stole.
In short this was a very confusing family to keep straight. Three blonds, four black haired, and one silver haired. But they were nice and kind to the people they met and who ever needed help. But they were still strange in ways. They had been in Vancouver for 2 years and they didn't look any older. People claimed plastic surgery. Other's said that it ran in the family to look young. Others didn't care. They also had over long hair, but it fit them perfectly.
Also they had a very big addiction to any Lord of the Rings. They all had their favorite characters and argued over things. Like why weren't certain characters in there. And how the hell did Arwen replace the other Elven Lord, what's his name in the movie. Also they said the same from the animated version but with that Elf from the Fellowship.
They were one big happy family.
But to outsiders they were strange and kept to themselves. They never knew the real side of them.
Rogan and Daniel were both pranksters and enjoyed annoying the heck out of their family. Liam often joined in along with George, who only did it to annoy Eric. Charlie the one that connected them all together with blood and marriage, actually enjoyed the pranks as well, along as he wasn't targeted. Tim and Edward got annoyed with the pranksters, fore they were the ones usually targeted. Eric was not one to be fooled with. There was a reason he carried a large book with him. George got hit with it at least once every two hours.
For learning, Eric spent most of the time at the library, shooing people away, while he either read or wrote something down. Only George was brave enough to try and get him out, which usually ended up with them getting kicked out for 'improper use of books and volumes' as the librarian told them. Hitting George with books, are not improper. It's normal. At least that's Eric's argument.
Nothing could break Daniel, Rogan's and Liam's friendship. But they could be very violent at times and usually ended up breaking something. Their fathers just sighed and ignored them until someone got hurt. The boys were as people put it 'Trouble Prone' or 'Accident Prone' as their family called it. Once they got sent to jail overnight for a fist fight in a store. They also seemed older than their 20 years, but were also very immature.
Their fathers, Edward and Tim were old friends. They had been at the same collage after high school ended and met there. Tim had been close with his cousin Christy, who was the same age as him, just a few months younger before she married Edward. Now they were like brothers, both with accident prone sons and both had lost their wives.
Eric and George's relationship was a scary yet good one. They were as different as night and day. One dark haired, one light. But they were. George slacked off, while Eric worked into the late hours of the night. George slept in, Eric woke up early. George hated reading. Eric loved reading. George enjoyed pranks and Eric hated them because someone could get hurt. Yet they were friends. It was usual to hear them arguing over something unimportant and then ending off with George getting tackled or hit with a book by the small man. How they met no one knew.
Charlie kept out of most things, only coming in if needed or just wanting to. He was smart and calm, but he also enjoyed the jokes that people played. He was very active for a man with grandchildren but he didn't notice. He lived life as it went, because you never know when its going to end. At least that's what he said when he was younger and there was fighting near where he lived. But he could be strict. He could even make the very proud, stubborn and sometimes scary Tim and Edward shake in their shoes at times when he was in a mood.
To outsiders they seemed strange, to each other, it was normal for them to be like that.
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"I told you, over and over again, Dan," the blond haired youth said, walking into the jewelry store with two other dark haired youths. "It's not my fault that pie exploded in your face."
"Liam, I know it was you and Ro scheming against me! I know it!" Daniel said, pointing at Rogan and Liam who were just smirking.
"We weren't," Rogan said.
"George helped us!"
Some very creative curses about a certain blond filled the air.
"They're home," the silver haired man said to the older version of Liam who just nodded.
"I know. George really needs to stop helping them with pranks," the blond agreed, closing up the shop. The three young men just grinned sheepishly at the two.
"We were bored," Rogan and Liam said, grinning. Daniel was glaring at them.
"You shall pay," he hissed, before going into the back room.
"Should we be worried?" The silver haired man who was Charlie asked.
"Nope."
"Not really," Liam and Rogan disappeared after Daniel, both grinning and holding pie from somewhere. There was a yell and soon said two were being chased by a pie covered Daniel who was cursing them.
"Act your age for once," the blond, Tim said, sighing.
"We are!" They called stopping. There was a ring as the door opened and two more people came in, arguing with the other.
"… it was a joke, Eric. Live alittle," the tall blond was trying to explain to the smaller darker haired, who was carrying a book that he looked ready to hit the blond with.
"Explosives are not a joke, George. What if it blew up in Rogan's or Liam's hands? Or if it blew up in Daniel's face and it was more serious than it was? I repeat; Explosives are not a joke," Eric was trying to explain.
"Where's Father?" Daniel asked, eyeing George evilly while his twin and best friend and cousin of some sorts were sniggering into their sleeves, only earning a whack on the head by their father or grandfather.
"Father!"
"Grandfather!"
George was slowly backing up from Daniel, using Eric as a shield. Eric whacked him with the book, making him let go of him and George took off running with Daniel behind him, who was now holding Eric's book.
"This brings back memories," Rogan said.
"Only it was Eric who was chasing George at all hours of the day and night with a book," Liam agreed.
"Where is Father?" Rogan asked.
"Working a late shift at the hospital," Eric said. He had a smirk on his face as George was hit with the book. When Daniel was done, he passed the book back, nodding a thanks. George was cursing under his breath rubbing the sore spots he had gotten.
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Daniel, Rogan and Liam were out for a walk in the park, later that night. They didn't take jackets, only clothed in jeans and t-shirts, but they weren't cold. They were just hanging out like they did in the old days. Only it wasn't like the old days because they were missing a few things and some people.
Liam stood by a tree, leaning on it, at peace.
"I miss him," he said out of the blue. The twins turned to him.
"Who are you talking about?" Daniel asked. He and Rogan had a very good idea of who Liam was talking about.
"Your brother."
Edward had fostered a boy many years ago, but he died years ago. Liam and the boy had been very good friends. Best friends.
"We do too," Rogan said. "But we can't change the past."
"I know," the blond said, going into his own world. Then he froze. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Daniel asked, pausing. "Duck!"
"Where?" Rogan asked, as he, his brother and Liam ducked a volley of … arrows?
"What in the name of …" Rogan started to swear, but his twin covered his mouth. The three watched as dark horrible smelly creatures in the dark moved around. Liam, Daniel and Rogan hid behind trees, watching. Waiting. All three of them knew what they were.
Once the creatures had left, the all stood, shaking and pale.
"I thought they had all died," Liam said.
"Well I guess not," Rogan said. "How will we get home? We'll most likely run into them and we have no weapons." He caught the look on Liam's face. A mysterious look that sometimes was not a good thing, other times a good thing.
"What have you been keeping from us?" Daniel asked. The blond just grinned, and rolled up his jean legs to pull out a knife. A long sharp knife. A dagger.
"Old habits die hard," Liam grinned, looking a lot like his younger self.
"Remember when you used to carry knifes on you? Many, many, many knifes?" Rogan asked.
"I would hate to go through a metal detector back then," Daniel said, making them laugh.
Armed the dagger the threesome made their way back to the store quickly. It had started raining and by the time they got there, they were soaking wet. Thankfully they didn't run into anymore of those … things.
Opening the door, they noticed that Edward had returned.
"Dad!" Rogan said.
"Dad!" Daniel repeated.
"What is it?" Edward asked, pinching the bridge of nose at the sight of his sons. They were both wet, muddy and a mess.
"Yrch!" All three of the younger boys said at the same time. There was a silence as the adults looked at them in shock.
"I must have heard you wrong," George said. "Did you just say 'yrch'?"
They nodded yes.
"They died out," Eric said. "How?"
"How did you run into them and why do you have that knife on you?" Tim asked his son.
"We were in a walk at the park and we ducked arrows. We hid until they were gone and I keep a knife on me at all times. Old habits die hard."
"But how?"
"We don't know, but something bad is up," Edward said, finally taking his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. "Glorfindel, Celeborn, guard my sons. Legolas, show your father, Erestor and I where you three found the Orcs. Take out all our weapons that we had hidden in here. One of you four staying here – not you two Elladan, Elrohir – get to the joke store and get all our of weapons there. And make a stop at the house. Good thing we keep up with our weapon use."
The said Elves nodded getting to work. Elrond turned to Thranduil, Erestor and Legolas who all had either a knife or sword griped tightly in their hands. Elrond grabbed his own sword.
"Lead the way."
tbc …
Well that was fun to write. Anyone want to guess my logic for their names? It took me a long time to come up with them. I even had to use my yearbook for it.
The plot thickens somewhere in the middle of the story. Next chapter I will be adding two OC's that will show up every once in a while.
The reason I chose Vancouver to be the place where they lived was quite simple. I like Vancouver. I have been there before, so i know roughly the area. And besides, its a big busy city. A family of Elves looking like humans; who would miss that? Though New York was another place i could use ... nah, I needed to know the place well to write it correctly.
Hope i didn't make the characters OOC.
Well please review! Please?