Summary – Part 3 of the Alien vs Elf saga. While a very bad Legolas is on the rampage, he's pursued by those who care about him and those who don't.

Disclaimer – I do not own the aliens in the Alien world or any characters found in the Lord of the Rings world. I just borrowed them for a little while just for my own personal amusement and for the reader's. I only own the characters not found in either of those worlds. I make absolutely no profit in this. This disclaimer will only appear in the first chapter.

Author's Notes –
1) As in the previous two Alien vs Elf stories, I switch point of views a lot. It's mainly from the viewpoint of Legolas and Ariedel and will be labeled at the beginning of each section. If not labeled as anyone's point of view (POV), then the section will be in third person because of the nature of the action involved.
2) Words or sentences in italics represent Elvish with the translation in parenthesis at the end of the paragraph. Whole paragraphs in italics might represent brief flashbacks.
3) If you haven't read AvE: The Beginning or AvE: Nemesis, you'll miss out on what led to the happenings in this story or who the original characters are. I highly recommend you read them first.
4) Please don't forget to leave me a review because it helps motivate me when I know you're out there reading. But please be kind enough not to point out that the characters in my story are out of character. This is after all just fanfiction done for fun. It is Alternate Universe, so if you're looking to read exact Lord of the Rings or Alien book or movie canon, then don't read this story.

Warnings:
1) Alternate Universe
2) Marysue and Martysue characters – these are characters not in the original stories and some readers don't like them, so this is why I've put this as a warning
3) LOTR characters will be out of character, especially Legolas
4) Graphic language, graphic sex in later chapters, graphic violence – self explanatory
5) Lots of torment – self explanatory

Alien vs Elf: Cry For Yesterday
By Marisa

Im ú-ethel nalla an io
Nadath a fala amar
Im nada gar rada

A sui im echad rada nin
Nan fala amar
Im ethel istui na brono

Chapter 1 – Prelude to Pursuit
The Grey Havens

Círdan, the shipwright, discovered he had an abundance of free time on his hands since he had no ships to build. Over two weeks ago he had received a message via falcon from Thranduil, stating that no one was to sail to the Undying Lands until further notice. The Elven king had given no specific reasons, only that there was danger in Valinor that needed to be dealt with before anyone else could be assured of safety. The shipwright had been skeptical at first. What could possibly threaten Valinor in these times of peace? But he had no choice in the matter. The Elven king was adamant in his message.

A number of Elves had arrived throughout the last two weeks and Círdan informed them of Thranduil's message. And thus the Grey Havens currently housed those that waited to sail.

Jorian, the shipwright's young apprentice, appeared at the top of a long, winding stone stairway. Seeing Círdan lazily feeding the gulls from the edge of the pier, Jorian rushed down toward the dock, taking three steps at a time. The adolescent boy was out of breath when he finally reached Círdan. "My Lord, you must come quickly," he gasped out.

Círdan looked at Jorian with concern, never having seen the boy so winded. "What is it, Jorian?"

"Two men…very distraught…one of them…king of Rohan."

The shipwright turned his gaze to the top of the stairway. Two men stood near the stone balustrade. Although Círdan had never met the king of Rohan, he recognized him from descriptions. The other man was not familiar to him. He quickly proceeded to the stairway and made his way up. At the top, he bowed his head to the two men. "I am Círdan, shipwright of the Grey Havens."

The stockier of the two men nodded in greeting. "I am Éomer, son of Éomund."

"And king of Rohan," added Círdan.

Éomer nodded and glanced at Faramir. "This is Faramir, Steward to the king of Gondor."

"Welcome to the Grey Havens, my Lords. How may I be of service?"

"Tis a mission for our own piece of mind," said Éomer. "Elessar, king of Gondor journeyed here to the Grey Havens with many others." Éomer noticed the perplexed look on the shipwright's face, but he continued. "He left us in the care of his son, Eldarion. Also in our care was Anwar, the eldest of Prince Legolas. Have you, by chance, seen these children?"

Círdan raised his eyebrows. "Nay, I have not seen them. But you are mistaken about King Elessar, for he has not come this way."

Éomer exchanged a confused glance with Faramir before turning back to Círdan. "He departed from Minas Tirith two over weeks ago. Prince Legolas and King Thranduil were also among the company. Surely they would have arrived by now."

Círdan shook his head with concern. "I regret to say that they have not come."

Faramir turned to Éomer. "We would have seen them along the way had they stopped. There is only one path to these shores from Gondor."

Éomer shook his head in confusion. "Something is amiss. If they did not come here, then where did they go?"

The three of them suddenly became aware of an increasing sound none of them were familiar with. They glanced around the cove and to the trees behind the many structures that comprised the Grey Havens. The sound became louder and louder and seemed to be coming from every direction.

Suddenly something caught Éomer's eye. An object appeared in the sky between the two rock structures at the edge of the cove. As it drew closer, the two Men and the Elf stared in amazement and curiosity. The object appeared to be a giant bird made of metal, but it lacked wings. They watched it slowly pass above them and then it disappeared beyond the trees on the other side of the city.

Inside the Dropship, Freak moved the controls to maneuver it to a safe landing spot. He thought about the kind of trouble he would face if someone found out he was totally disregarding the United Systems primary rule. He was traipsing around in a Dropship on a planet that had no knowledge of technology. They'd take his ship and cancel his freighting license, not to mention the five years in prison he'd have to endure. Shaking his head in frustration, he briefly glanced back at the blonde-haired Elf king sitting in the seat behind him. "You realize I'm going to be in loads of shit for this."

Thranduil was a picture of extreme calm. "You have already been informed that none here in Arda will ever speak of your existence."

"Yeah, right." Freak slowly brought the Dropship down in an open field beyond a grove of trees on the other side of the city.

The minute the Dropship powered down, Aragorn, king of Gondor, sometimes known as Strider or most recently Elessar, stepped into the cramped cockpit. He glanced out the front window and pointed to three individuals cautiously emerging from the trees. "You see? Éomer and Faramir are here, just as I predicted."

Freak rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You know what? I've got a new nickname for you. It's Jughead."

Aragorn frowned at him. "Jughead? My head is not a jug."

"Yeah, and it's full of shit a lot, too," Freak mumbled to himself.

Freak, Aragorn and Thranduil joined the others in back as Zion lowered the ramp along the side of the Dropship. While the three of them exited, everyone else was told to remain inside.

Éomer, Faramir and Círdan had not ventured any further when they saw the side of the metal beast opening. Then to their surprise, they realized they recognized two of the individuals that stepped out.

"Aragorn," said Éomer when they all stood together. Then he curiously glanced at the metal beast a short distance away. "What is that creature you emerged from?"

"Tis a long story, my friend, one that I will tell you on our return to Minas Tirith."

Éomer placed a hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "Your son…"

Aragorn smiled. "Worry not. Eldarion and Anwar are safely with us."

Éomer and Faramir both sighed heavily in relief.

"I imagined you would have come here in search of them and am glad you are still here."

Círdan approached and bowed to Thranduil. "I received your message, my Lord and have delayed all departures for the west."

"I thank you, Círdan," replied Thranduil. "I am pleased to inform you that Valinor is safe once again."

"Then I shall begin building again, for there are many here waiting to sail." Círdan smiled. "Tis good to see you again, my old friend."

Freak twitched nervously. "I like reunions just as much as the next guy, but we are seriously pressed for time, if you know what I mean."

"Return with us on the ship," suggested Aragorn to Éomer and Faramir. "It will be quicker."

Éomer eyed the Dropship one more time. "Our horses."

When Aragorn turned to him, Freak just about lost all of his patience. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's bad enough I've got ten additional people on my ship, not to mention two really pissed off tigers. I'm sorry, but I have to draw the line on horses. No way."

Fifteen minutes later Freak touched his fingers to his temples, feeling a tremendous migraine coming on as he watched two horses giving their masters a whole lot of trouble about getting into the Dropship. He glanced at Zion who was smiling and shaking his head. "This really sucks ass, Zee."

Zion slapped Freak on the back. "You go take it easy, boss. I'll do the driving."

Minas Tirith
(Ariedel's POV)

"You all don't understand the position you're putting me in," said Freak to those in the hall of the White Tower. "If I get boarded by United Systems Authorities and they find out I'm carrying people who are not part of the system, I might as well hang it up for the rest of my life."

"He is my son and tis my right to accompany you in your pursuit," said Thranduil, king of Elves.

Both of them were right in their own way. Freak really didn't have to be involved in any of this. But he was doing it for me. And Thranduil, well he was just as concerned for Legolas as I was. So I understood his reason for wanting to be part of the search party. But for all practical purposes, not everyone needed to go. I walked up to Thranduil and took him by the arm, leading him away from the others and to a window before turning to face him. "Adar, man innas tirio am hîn? Im baur le dartho. Anwar i presta o he ada. He baur le." (Father, who will watch over the children? I need you to stay. Anwar is distraught about her daddy. She needs you.)

Thranduil reached up and cupped my cheek and I turned my face into his palm. "Im gosta oh ion nin." (I worry about my son.)

"Im henia." I had lived with Elves for twelve years, but I still found it difficult to speak the language and usually switched off when I couldn't find the right way to translate what I wanted to say. "Besides, when we return, it'll only seem like we were gone for a short time." (I understand.)

"So the old wizard says. If he is mistaken then you will return to find that your children have become adults."

That line of thought had been foremost on my mind ever since we left Valinor several hours ago. With every month that passed outside of Arda, a year would pass for those on it. If it took me months to find Legolas, then years would pass in Arda and Elril would be walking and talking, not to mention Anwar coming of age and Brendan getting into all kinds of trouble, no doubt. But Gandalf had assured me that the Valar would slow down time in Arda to give us the chance to find Legolas and bring him back. I didn't know how they were going to do it, but I wanted desperately to believe they could. "You're going to doubt the word of Gandalf, a Maiar, servant of the Valar?"

Thranduil's hand dropped away from my face. "Nay, of course not," he said with a resigned smile. "But I will find any excuse to go with you."

I took both of his hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm going to find him, adar, I promise you."

"Princess," called out Freak. "Time's a wasting. What's the verdict?"

I walked back to where everyone else stood and then turned to Aragorn, who was seated on his throne, looking as uncomfortable as ever. Sitting beside him, in another seat, was Arwen. They looked expectantly at me. When I turned to Freak, I sighed heavily. "We take Aragorn."

Gimli looked disappointed that I hadn't agreed to bring him along. But he would just draw attention to himself. There weren't very many hairy Dwarves running around in the universe.

Freak chewed on the inside of his lip and I knew he was trying to think of some way to get out of taking Aragorn. But he knew as well as I did that we needed the help of the ranger. Aragorn might not be familiar with anything beyond this world, except what he had seen on Gateway years ago, but he was still a tracker and would know if Legolas had been somewhere.

Finally Freak nodded stiffly and turned to head for the door. "Fine. You all have exactly five minutes to say good-bye and if you're not on the Dropship, I'm leaving without you." He turned back to us, but continued on backward. "I'm not trying to be an asshole or nothing, but we have to be gone before another Company ship shows up."

Freak was right. Three days ago Legolas had kicked off the Company people that had been on the ship he had taken. Their escape pod landed somewhere west of the Misty Mountains and Lipinski intercepted their distress call. Another Company ship was more than likely already on its way by now. If Freak's ship was still in orbit when they arrived then he would be blamed for the destruction of the research base that had been set up in Valinor. We had enough trouble ahead, with Legolas's face likely to be plastered on every computer owned by the Company. They would be looking for him. And we needed to find him first.

Five minutes was not much time to say good-bye to my kids, especially Anwar and Brendan, who would fight me tooth and nail to come along. They wouldn't understand. Anwar was already blaming me for her father's decision to leave. She said I should have been with him, to stop him from going. Maybe she was right. Maybe I should have been with Legolas when he had gone after the queen. Maybe I should have shown him the love I was afraid to reveal after knowing what they had done to him. There were a lot of things I should have done. But it was too late to cry about it now.

Minas Tirith
(Ariedel's POV)

I sat between Aragorn and Ripley in the Dropship. Through the window on the opposite side I saw Thranduil standing with one arm over my son and daughter, who stood in front of their grandfather. Anwar held my youngest son, Elril in her arms. Beside them stood Arwen with her son, Eldarion. Then behind them were all the others I had come to know as friends. I prayed Gandalf had been right and that I would come back to find my kids looking the same as I had left them and not thirty years older.

Freak was the last to board the Dropship. He glanced at everyone to make sure we were all buckled in before leaning toward me. "Now may not be the best time to tell you, but your husband owes me one Dropship."

"Bill me," I said without humor.

Freak walked forward to join Zion in the cockpit.

I reached over and took Aragorn's hand. He turned to me with a weak smile before we both turned back to look out the window, to look at our families one last time as the Dropship engines came to life.

Minas Tirith

From the highest level of Minas Tirith the Dropship slowly rose into the air. In that one moment the entire city had stopped what they were doing to watch the strange craft drift away, knowing that their king was inside, journeying to a destination unknown to anyone.

In Space

Two ships drifted side by side, slowly orbiting an orange planet. While one of the ships was flat gray in color and gargantuan, the other was smaller and sleeker.

The small C-class Black Dragon was rare. It had no visible identifying numbers and it was as black as the darkness of space, with a deep shine that reflected every pinpoint of light from the stars, making it virtually invisible to the naked eye. Its bow contained various armaments, cannons and missile launchers, all intended to cause the worst imaginable kind of damage to anything fired upon. Housed at the stern of the sleek ship were its afterburners, six of them, capable of launching the craft into deep orbit in less than twenty seconds, ten times faster than a Dropship. It was a lot faster than any civilian shuttle or anything owned even by the United Systems Colonial Marines.

The A-class ship, twenty-five times larger than the Black Dragon, was a Company ship. It had two main functions. One was research. The other was to construct research bases planetside. Most of the time it could comfortably house up to thirty people.

But for the moment, the halls of the large vessel were void of life. The bridge was empty. The crew quarters were empty. The labs, the mess hall, the lockers and the showers, the cryochambers…all empty. Except the docking bay, where an individual stood waiting near the bay doors while a small, one-man shuttle was slowly lifted by the docking cranes.

Inside the cockpit of the shuttle sat Sonny Burgess, renowned shipbuilder, who on many occasions was known to make illegal deals. As the crane turned his shuttle around to set it in the docking locks, Burgess got his first look at his prospective buyer.

He was dressed in black fatigues, like in the assassin squads from years passed. He had long, blonde hair, passed his shoulders, pulled back to reveal, of all things, pointed ears. His stance was casual, hands held behind his back.

When the crane stopped moving, Burgess left his seat and made his way down the ramp to the floor of the docking bay. He turned in the direction of the buyer and began walking toward him, only to have him pull a hand from behind his back to reveal a lethal-looking blaster. Burgess stopped in his tracks as the weapon was pointed at him.

Legolas studied the man standing several feet away. He was beyond his middle-age years, for a mortal. Dark hair, no doubt colored to make himself look younger, except he should have colored the hairs on his face to match. "Who are you?"

Burgess raised his hands in surrender, not wanting to provoke him. "Sonny Burgess. I received your communication. You asked me to meet you here."

Legolas moved forward, closing the gap between them. Then he touched the barrel of the blaster to the man's temple. "How do I know you're Burgess?"

"How do you know I'm not?"

"Fair enough." Legolas removed the blaster, but didn't put it away.

Burgess relaxed for a minute, eying the man in front of him. Actually, he thought the other was way too pretty to be a man, except maybe for the piercing blue eyes and the worn out look on his face. "How did you find out about the Black Dragon?"

"I thought I made it clear to you, no questions."

"Right. Sorry, I just like to know who I'm dealing with when I trade one of my babies for another ship, especially a Company one."

"All you need to know is that if you so much as whisper to anyone about my existence, I shall hunt you down and kill you." He raised the blaster to inspect it, as if seeing it for the first time. "And my weapon of choice will be far more painful than a quick death with this."

"No problem. Mums the word," said Burgess, with as sincere a smile as he could muster.

Legolas met the man's eyes, clearly seeing the deceit in them. He could even smell the betrayal seeping through his pores.

"How about a tour?" asked Burgess, trying to shake the other's stabbing eyes.

"That will not be necessary. I am familiar with the layout and functionality."

Burgess frowned, wondering how a guy like this could possibly know anything about the Black Dragon. He was growing more and more suspicious as the seconds ticked by. There had to be some kind of records on him. He'd have to find out who this guy was and talk to some of his friends in the Company.

Legolas smiled, revealing lethal-looking fangs. "Enjoy the rest of your life, Mr Burgess."

Burgess's eyes widened when he saw the other's teeth. He thought he was looking at some freaked out vampire. "Yeah, sure. Pleasure doing business with you, Mr…" he prompted for a name.

Legolas didn't give him one as he walked to the shuttle. After getting inside, he waited for the Company ship's computer to acknowledge the release code he entered on the small panel in front of him. The docking crane pulled him to the bay opening and lowered him into space. When the crane released it, Legolas guided the shuttle toward the black ship ahead.

(Legolas's POV)

The Black Dragon was like nothing I had ever seen before. In truth there was much I had never encountered, yet I somehow knew things I could not possibly know. Such as the operation of the Company ship. It was meant to be operated by more than one individual, but I managed to secure it, program a route that came to mind and set the large ship into motion.

Back in Arda, when I heard the others discussing my state of imbalance, the Company man named Quinn mentioned programming things into my mind when Dr Leland had been out of the lab. It later occurred to me that whatever was programmed into me had to do with my knowledge of how to operate things I had never before laid eyes upon. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

I maneuvered the small shuttle into the bay of the Black Dragon and proceeded to lock it into place before powering it down. As I stepped out of the shuttle, I glanced around the docking back. It was not as expansive as the one in the Company ship, but I was not looking for enormity. Compact and fast was what I needed for the enormous task I had set out for myself to fulfill.

I sealed the docking bay and proceeded to the bridge. Again it was small, with two seats facing a large window. All of the controls set into the panels were far more advanced than the Company ship. I walked around to familiarize myself with the various stations and making some adjustments here and there. Communication, navigation, tactical, science and helm controls.

As I took my seat at the helm and moved my hand toward the switch that transferred all station controls to the helm console, a sudden memory came to my mind.

"It's going to take a lot of arrows and a lot of blaster shots to take her down. Not to mention that any alien still alive will be charging back in here to protect her."

"Ariedel, you have that look in your eye."

"What look?"

"The one that tells me you are thinking to do something irrational."

"Talk about irrational. You wrote the book, Legolas Greenleaf. Now I'm going to get in that Hover and I'm going to be the one distracting her. Then you can do whatever your little Elf heart desires to do to kill her."

I frowned and shook my head as the memory faded. Ariedel. My wife. And I had three children. Anwar, Brendan and Elril. My father was Thranduil. My mother was Alfirin. My closest friends were Aragorn, Arwen and Gimli. This was all told to me after the Company base was destroyed. Back in Arda. My home was Eryn Lasgalen.

My wife was Ariedel. I clung to the name. Ariedel. I would eventually return to her…when I could remember her more clearly and feel again the love we had no doubt shared. Perhaps then she would not fear me as much and would learn to trust me again.

But enough thoughts of yesterday. I needed to focus on the road ahead and deal with the things that came my way or I would not survive. Survival meant I needed to cover my tracks. It was apparent from the communications I had received while in the Company ship that those comprising the Weyland-Yutani company would send out their trackers to look for me. And it would only be a matter of time before Mr Sonny Burgess decided to betray my trust.

Survive…To kill…To kill them…And to understand what I had become…

I placed my hand on the helm controls, feeling the surging power of the ship running through my fingertips and along the length of my arms, until I felt as if we were one entity. I spun the wheel to the right and the ship turned with the speed of a swift stallion. This ship had been the right choice.

Sonny Burgess was single, had no living relatives, just a goldfish he kept having to replace because he could not remember to feed it. Very irresponsible. The hulking Company ship lay ahead. Burgess was probably already communicating my existence. Perhaps I had not been firm enough with my threat to kill him if he spoke to anyone about me. No matter, I had researched him and discovered he was alone and more often than not, he dealt with Weyland-Yutani. He might certainly be missed, being the only one who knew the designs of the Black Dragon, but I felt no qualms about what I needed to do.

Cover your tracks…

My fingers slipped off the wheel to the right panel and covered the missile launcher buttons.

Do not let them catch you…

I released four missiles while turning the nose of the Black Dragon a fraction of an inch in between each launch. The missiles strategically struck the Company ship in four different places, creating a chain of explosions, with the intent of total destruction. I was a safe distance away as the Company ship became a ball of flames that was sucked into the vacuum of space. Nothing was left of it to identify it ever existed.

There was a coldness in my heart, a complete lack of pity for the life I had just extinguished. It had been too easy. Had I always been this thoughtless and cold?

Well, I'm back again. Sorry it took so long to get this out, but as everyone knows, real life always gets in the way. Hope you like the first chapter so far. If you haven't already noticed, Legolas is struggling with some emotions and will continue to struggle during his travels. It's a big universe out there and he's got plans.

Here is the translation to the words at the beginning of the chapter:

I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find

And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

It's an excerpt from "Ordinary World" by Duran Duran.