Story Title:
Crash Landed
Date:
T.A. 3016 (Middle Earth Calendar; two years before the fellowship was formed) to F.A. 0001
Soon-to-be-used-frequently Canon Characters:
(Not in Order)
Faramir, Eowyn, Pippin(Razar), Merry(Kali), Sam(Ban), Frodo(Maura), Bilbo(Bilba), Arwen, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Legolas, Gandalf, Elrond, Lindir, Erestor, Theodred, Eomer
Setting:
First Part(before the fellowship): Henneth Annûn and Minas Tirith (Gondor); Edoras and Westfold (Rohan)
Second Part: Rivendell, Edoras, Minas Tirith, Lothlorien
Genre:
Adventure, Drama, Slight Romance (writing romance isn't actually my forte)
Pairings:
Canon Pairings, Perhaps an oc/oc and oc/person-from-M.E.
Goal:
To make a (semi)realistic man/woman transported to Middle-Earth
OC's Age:
Lucas- 38(40,when fellowship was formed)
Lucille-30(32)
Disclaimer:
I don't own The Lord of the Rings. Both movies and books. They belong to JRR Tolkien, Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I owned the OCs though.
CHAPTER 1: Crash Landed in Middle-Earth
There were times in our lives where you found ourselves in very tight situations...
Like being caught with a hand stuck inside a cookie jar at age 4.
Being caught by your mom with with a broken expensive jar at age 7.
Being caught by your girlfriend with another girl at age 16.
Being caught by your boss kissing his wife at age 28.
Being accused as a pedophile by an enraged mother at 35.
…but the situation they stuck in took the whole cake.
Lucas' day went on as usual.
He woke up at 6 am, went to work at 8, left at 7 pm, fetch his sister at 10, then went to buy at the grocery store with his sister.
After that, all things went tumbling downhill.
He was driving his car, with his younger sister in the backseat, reading something she would have memorized by now,(occasionally glaring at the back head of her brother for the loud rock music he played in the player) when he lost control of the wheel. He hit the emergency brakes but the car refused to stop. He could hear his sister panicked screaming, and he had the urge to join her. Instead he focused on stomping the breaks and turning the wheel, which refused to do their job.
Without control of his car, it went its way to a nearest tree on the side of the road. He went to his sister and took her in his arms shielding her.
Pain hit his whole body, and he lose consciousness.
When he woke up, it was morning(the sweet air said so), his body was adorned with cuts and bruises, his shirt torn(lucky for him, his leather jacket and jeans didn't). And found himself lying in the middle of who-knows-where forest.
Alone.
Without his sister on sight.
He searched. He called. He cried. But still, there was no sign of her.
Though his body was still aching, wounds were still bleeding, he pushed himself to his limit to continue his search for his sister. Lucille may be a capable adult(probably more than him) but first and foremost, she was still his little sister. It was the duty of the eldest, his duty, to protect the younger siblings. He already failed once, he would not dare to do it again.
It was already mid-day, and his body was unbearably aching and his stomach was rumbling. Lucky for him, he found some edible and not poisonous berries while wandering around.
He also found a little stream, where he drank and wash away the dirt on his skins with his sister's handkerchief. He took off his tattered shirt, shredding it to cover his wounds. Deed done, he decided to have a short break in searching, so he sat down under the shade of a tree to complement his situation. The more he thought about it, the more impossible it get.
And he was trying himself not to panic.
While thinking deep on his thoughts, he didn't noticed that his eyes were slowly dropping in exhaustion.
A moment later, he was in deep slumber.
He woke up the moment he heard wolves howling loudly in a dangerously close distance. Ignoring his still-bruised and not-so-healed arms and ankle, he immediately climbed the nearest tall tree to seek some refuge from these probably hungry wolves.
After a few minutes of anxious waiting, he saw them. He was now currently perched on the highest sturdy branch on top of the tree, looking down at the new arrivals. There were 5 humanoid figures and 2 animals, their backs facing him. He adjusted his position to take a better view, and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Who in their right mind would want to imitate the ugly mutilated monsters in famous movies and books? Surely those people were not that obsessed, not even his student(who was obsess with the villains of a certain movie) would wear things to resemble the villain. But he had to admit it, they certainly perfected it down to the bloody weapons and the minor details, including the sickening smell of their body odor.
He turn his gaze to the two animals and realized they were not just some oversized wolves overdosed with steroids. There were similarities, yes, but something about their features seemed so achingly familiar.
Dire wolves perhaps?
He snorted soundlessly. Impossible. They became extinct thousands of years ago.
But what are they? Some unknown hybrids?
Whatever they were, they certainly resemble the wargs in Peter Jackson's movie.
'Fanatics. And I thought my student was bad.', he snorted again. This time, a not-so-silent snort.
The sound was too soft, no normal ears would have heard it.
But those below him were anything but normal.
The two wargs look-alike looked up and met his eyes. His heart skipped a beat so hard that he thought it might burst out of his ribcage. He silently prayed that they would not inform their other companions of their new discovery.
But still, his bad luck hadn't run out yet.
Their masters were talking(with pushing, punching, and weapons involved) in some unknown gibberish language when the not-wolves nudged their snout to them and pointed their noses upward to his direction. They stopped arguing amongst themselves and looked up towards his hiding place. He ducked and pushed his body deeper to the shadows but they immediately caught his eyes.
He froze. Not because of the fact that he was caught by these strangers or their realistic hideous faces, pointed ears and yellow sharp teeth.
But because of their demonic and bloodthirsty eyes.
They were abomination of nature, they should not exist.
Their existence is impossible. If ever they were real, the government would have subdue them and not letting them roam the land.
Plus, there were no such things as orcs.
Right?
He was snapped out of his thoughts when they laugh. A deep, mocking laugh that chilled his bones to the core. His breathing became difficult. They shouted at him, even though they still speaking in some language he clearly don't understand, their hand gestures made up to it. They were beckoning him to climb down the tree.
He still couldn't move as cold fear gripped him. One of them, whose weapons were bow and arrows, got somewhat lost its patience. He adjusted its weapons and took an aim at him. His eyes went wide and snapped out of his momentary paralysis and changed his position. He took a steady leap to the branch below him but slipped. Lucky for him, he quickly held on to the nearest branch like a hanging monkey would do. He heard a sharp 'twip!'and followed closely by loud 'thud!'.
On his previous location stuck a horribly hand-crafted arrow that was probably coated with poison.
The monsters growled angrily, not liking the fact that they missed the target. While his shooter took aim again, his hands was slipping but keep on the strong grip on the branch. If he fall, its his end. He could hear his heart was beating furiously in his chest. He looked for another escape route, but found none.
Before it loose the arrow, his nearest companion snatched the weapon from his hands and began speaking furiously in their gibberish language. Probably telling the other that its his turn. They partook in a shouting match when the last one(probably the leader) intercepted and broke the fight. He took the weapons to his hands. He draw the arrow back through his bowstring and aimed to shoot at him.
He had two choices: stay hanging on the branch just to be the shoot at or let himself fall to the ground and be captured/killed/tortured by these monsters.
Either way, it spells death in highlighted capital letters.
He doesn't want to die. Not like this.
He doesn't want to die. Not yet.
He still need to find his sister and ensure that she was alright.
But what can he do in his predicament?
His hands were aching and was loosing his grip to the branch. He looked down and saw the monster aimed its arrow at him.
Well, he believe its better to hit the ground already dead than to be alive only to be tortured, or worse, eaten while still alive and kicking.
He took a deep breath.' Im sorry, Lucille.'With tears in his eyes, he closed them shut.
He heard a sharp 'twip!'
And followed closely by a loud 'thud!'
But he felt no pain.
He heard the animals growled and the monsters shocked screaming. He opened his eyes and saw one of the monsters on the ground, clearly dead. Around them, men with old-style clothing emerge from the deep shadows of the trees, with swords and bows and arrows. The wargs look-alike leapt to the nearest men and viciously snapping their jaws. It got one of the men throat ripped out, blood spraying everywhere. He fought the urge to vomit at the scene.
Before it could go to the next target, the two animals were bombarded with arrows. Both of them hit the ground, dead.
The two orcs was still fighting, but was clearly overwhelmed by the newcomers. They were dead after a minute.
The fight was already over, but his stomach couldn't handle the sight and smell of the blood. He vomited and he lost his grip. He fell to the ground and darkness clouded his vision.
(Lucille's Point of View)
Lucille's day started out as normal as it could be.
She woke up at 6 am, went to work at 8, left at 8 pm, went to a bar with her colleagues, fetched by her brother at 10 and drove their way home after they bought some things from a 24-hour grocery store.
Then, things went out badly.
She was contentedly reading one of her favourite books when her brother lose the control of his car. She screamed as panic gripped her whole being. Her brother kept on stomping on the breaks and assured her that all will be alright.
Lucille knew he was lying.
She felt her brother wrapped his arm around her and she took hold of his shirt to keep him close.
The car crashed to the tree and she knew no more.
She woke up with her head and body aching, and covered with bloody strips of clothes on her arms, legs, and head which served as bandages for her wounds.
She was lying on a small soft cot on the ground inside a makeshift tent. She turned her head slightly sidewards and saw her recently-bought Calvin Klein purse, which contain her phone, house keys, face power and lipstick. Beside it were her two compact mirrors. She also saw her sneakers placed on her side and clothes folded beside it. She then realized that she was only in her underwear under the blankets.
She pushed herself to sit up. But her wounds made it difficult to do so. She attempted to sit up again, but stopped when she heard a distinctive sound of foot approaching the tent. She laid back and close her eyes to pretend she was still asleep.
A moment later, there was a flapping and shuffling sound of clothes. She felt the newcomer knelt beside her cot and began to change the bondages in her body. She immediately felt uncomfortable as she felt her/his finger brushed to her skin. She wasn't used to have her skin touched especially by a stranger.
She shifted a little bit, and the stranger paused.
But continued to work on her again.
She opened her eyes a little bit, and saw an outline of a person that greatly resemble a woman. She almost let out a huge sigh of relief.
'Thank heavens! She's not a man.'
The thought of a man, a stranger nonetheless, touching her while in this state made her shivered inwardly.
The woman was elderly, she noticed, judging from her wrinkled and calloused hands and strands of gray hairs that were sticking out of her bun. Lucille thought that she may be a professional nurse, as she worked on her like she was in her element. She changed the bandages as quick as she removed it and washed the wounds.
The woman was done in least than five minutes. Lucille had to close her eyes completely as the woman turned her head to examined the wound on her forehead. She felt her removed the cloth around her head and was replaced by a new one. When she was done, the woman gathered her things and silently walked out of the tent.
Now, Lucille completely opened her eyes. She looked down on her bandaged body and thought, 'Don't she have any proper bandages?'
She knew she sound like some ungrateful person, in fact she was very thankful about what she did, but one couldn't help but think. Were these washed and sterilized?
'Perhaps they lacked sufficient money.'
She would definitely going to give her a huge sum of money after treating her wounds and all.
'Where did I get this wounds again?'She closed her eyes and her eyebrows met as she made an effort to remember what happened. 'Okay, I clearly remember attending a birthday party, then I went home riding a late-night bus..No..a taxi?..No, it was a blue car... oh right! Kuya(1) fetched me that evening and went home together...'
Lucille frowned. There was something missing. But what? She vaguely remembered something her brother told her. Something about things he needed.
She had the urge to slap her forehead. ' Of course! Kuya needed to restock his fridge so we had to stop to a 24-hour store. We rode back home and..and..'
"..the crash.." She gasp out softly, eyes wide. The memories about last night went back. Her panic, the screaming, the pain. All of it.
And her brother shielded her. He took the majority of the damage.
With haste, she ignored the stinging sensation of pain on her body and wrapped the blanket tightly around her. She then left the tent and looked around. Her face was calm, but her eyes said otherwise. Inside, she was an utter mess. Only because of years of practice preventing her to go hysteric. Having a younger brother in the army that had the habit of going MIA during missions helps.
Her eyes darted left and right, looking for a patch of a familiar messy black hair. She never noticed of how the people around looked at her weirdly, nor she noticed how weirdly they looked. She never noticed the sweet air around her nor the lush-green trees dancing with the wind. She never observed how old-fashioned they looked, nor smelled the aroma of the meat they roasted over the fire. All that mattered was finding her brother.
A hand touched her shoulder. She looked behind her and saw the elderly woman looking at her with concern. The same woman who cleaned her wounds. Lucille immediately inquired about her brother. "Where is my brother?"
The woman only looked at her oddly.
Lucille took a deep breath. She would not lose her temper. "I said, have you seen my brother?"
The woman opened her mouth, only to speak in a language Lucille had no knowledge of she could feel a huge headache coming. She said patiently, "In English, please."
The woman could only shook her head. Clearly she didn't understand English.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't snap.
She felt someone's arms wrapped around her shoulders and leading her gently back to her tent, murmuring something to her ears. Probably telling her to rest and get well.
'Get well? GET WELL? My brother is probably in a life and death situation and she told me to rest?'
Something inside her snapped
She shoved the woman away and started to yell at her. "I asked for my brother, dammit! He was this tall.." she held up her hand inches above her head. "..with black hair like mine.." she touched her hair. "He was wearing wearing a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and jeans! He was with me! How could you not saw him?! You saved me, how can you not save him too?" A single tear made its way down her right cheek.
The woman was staring at her wide-eyed and a man, who was probably her son, helped her up. The man turned to Lucille and started ranting off in their language. Lucille only glared up to him. "What? Too illiterate to speak in English? Idiots, all of you! Look here fella, I don't care about you, her or anybody else. And whether you like it or not, Im going to look for him. So back off!"
With that, Lucille went past them, causing the man to stumble backwards, and made her way away from them.
Lucille was breathing heavily now, trying to control herself not. Worry, anger, and confusion were stirring inside of her. Worry for her brother. Angry to the woman. And confusion for the fact that she don't speak English. And her massive headache didn't help at all.
She heard voices from the background, but ignored it. Emotions where creating a storm inside of her. Tears of frustration, anger, and pain fell down freely from her eyes. She tried to control her feelings but found that she could not. After all, her mind couldn't handle the strain it had been receiving.
Lucille was breathing heavily, she could her heart beating loudly and irregularly in her ears. Her eyes became unfocused and her footing swayed. The world around her swirled.
She hit the ground, losing her consciousness.
Random Trivia:
Did you know that the Philippines have the longest number of days when it comes on celebrating the Christmas season? Filipinos would start decorating at the first -ber month, September. On the first day of that month, you could already hear Christmas songs playing in radios, telly, and dvd players.
(1) = 'kuya' is a Filipino word for 'big brother'
A/N: This is my very first chapter of my very first fanfiction EVER.! This is quite an achievement for me really. I mean I never written a story before. Heck, I even suck at writing essays! But since I got contaminated by a nasty case of a thing which we call imagination through the bite of the plot bunnies, I have no choice but to consult my laptop for cure, who in turn recommended me to use fanfiction for medicine.
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And please give it another chance if you don't like it.
P.S. : There won't be a human/elf pairing in this story EVER. I always believe that there would no human/elf pairing in the stories without going into the Mary/Gary Sue territory. Remember, Luthien (the elven maiden who fell in love with a man named Beren) was a Canon Sue, saving Beren and doing impossible tasks along the way. Tolkien based her on his wife, while Beren was based on the writer himself. They even inscribed Luthien-Beren names on the plaques of their graves!
P.P.S. : Before you ask, Im from Philippines. Im a Filipina who lived in a small province(im proud about it)so please pardon my grammar, im not fluent in English. I lived here my whole life. I haven't been outside the country. I am not a legal adult yet.
P.P.P.S. : Don't expect me to update regularly. Im a slow worker when it come to writing(unless I have inspiration) and between work, house chores, lack of internet access, and laziness, I could probably update two chapters a month.
P.P.P.P.S. : My story is kinda fast forwarded. It sucks, I know but Im still learning. I also sucks in describing situations, so please bear up with me. I would probably rewrite this if I have time.
