Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, and I don't own Power Rangers.
Okay… this story is based on a piece for work that Manders1953 began, and didn't finish – and therefore I'd like to thank her for letting me make use of the idea… and also betaing for me.
It had started of a normal day. Tommy, Rocky, Tanya, Kat and Adam were out at the local park – having a picnic to celebrate the victory of Tanya's baseball team, and Adam's winning of the Martial Arts Tournament.
All was peaceful… and calm – until King Mondo sent some Cogs to break up the party.
Adam and Tommy had been the first to react – quickly making their way into battle – followed by Tanya, Rocky at Kat.
"Ah man…" Rocky moaned as Tommy threw a Cog over his shoulder and onto the Picnic blanket. "There were sandwiches in there…" he quickly spun into a low kick, knocking over another Cog.
Meanwhile, several Cogs had managed to draw Adam to the opposite end of the park, separating him from the rest of the Rangers, easily pinning him down against a tree – whilst others rained punches and kicks down on him.
Struggling, Adam tried to free his hands so he could use his Communicator, but eventually gave up.
"Guys! A little help!" Adam yelled. "It would be appreciated!"
A barrage on punches and kicks was the only reply he received.
On the other side of the park, the Rangers were beginning to wonder where Adam and several of the Cogs have got to.
"Adam!" Tanya called. "Adam where are you?"
At that moment the familiar beep rang through their communicators. It was Rocky who answered it.
"What's up Zordon?" He asked.
"Rangers… Adam is on the other side of the park… he was drawn that way by several Cogs… he is injured… you must go to his aid…"
"We're on our way…" Rocky replied, looking up to see his three friends already running towards the corpse.
"Adam!" Tanya yelled, seeing the green Ranger weakly trying to ward off the attack. His face was covered in bruises, and he looked barely conscious.
"Haven't you guys learnt anything about honour…" Tommy began, charging forward to free his friend.
A bright green light cut him off, as it surrounded Adam and the Cogs, causing everyone to close their eyes. When it vanished – all the Cogs were lying on the ground – damaged and unable to fight…and Adam… was gone.
"What happened?" Kat asked, looking around. "What was that? Where's Adam?"
"Lets get back to the Command Centre… maybe Billy, Alpha and Zordon can tell us… maybe they teleported him out when they had the chance… or maybe Mondo has caught him…" Tommy replied, looking around.
The four Rangers then teleported to the Command Centre, wondering where on earth – or indeed in the universe – their watchful and intelligent friend was.
Meanwhile, Adam felt like he was falling. His whole body was radiating with pain and he could feel himself drifting towards unconsciousness. His warm brown eyes opened, and widened when he saw the ground rushing up to meet him. He closed them again, preferring not to see what happened when he finally landed He hit the ground, awkwardly bouncing as he did so – feeling a pain shoot up his left arm.
'Broken…' he thought weakly. 'Great…that's just what I need…'
He opened his eyes tiredly, and looked around – just in time to see a worried looking figure kneel down next to him, saying something in a language he didn't understand… or maybe it was his hearing acting up… he lost consciousness, unaware of the strong arms lifting him off the ground.
Lord Elrond carefully applied the last of the clean bandages, and took a step back, admiring his work. He had been a Healer in Rivendell for many a year… but this had to be the strangest case he had ever dealt with in his life.
Prince Legolas of Mirkwood had arrived yesterday, leading his horse, on which lying across the saddle, was battered and bruised figure – saying… that he had fallen out of the sky in a ray of green light.
He had been battered, and bruised… with a simple break to his right arm. Not injuries Orcs, bandits or Goblins would leave… there were no knife, sword or arrow wounds. – and this raised a very important question… what had attacked him?
Instead, the lithe figure hand only been beaten… by something stronger then the average human. Elrond's quick mind reeled at the thought of another danger out there… something stronger then Orcs…
He was drawn from his thoughts by his friend, Gandalf the Grey clearing his throat.
"Elrond… the child is waking."
Elrond turned to look back at his patient – indeed his eyes were open, and looking around tiredly.
"…Where…" he croaked, his voice strained
"Peace young one." Elrond said to him, "You are safe within the walls of Rivendell… what is your name?"
"…Adam…" the injured man replied slowly. "Who are you… and… if you excuse the question… what are you…"
"I am Lord Elrond of Rivendel…" Elrond began to explain. "…I am an elf… "he paused. "As are you Adam."
Adam's eyes widened slightly, and he raised his left hand to his ears – feeling for the point. His surprise was clear to all when his fingers met a delicate point.
"…How?" he asked.
It was Elrond's turn to look surprised, and he bent over the bed, placing his hand on Adam's forehead.
"It would appear that you have received a worse head injury then we first thought Adam… I believe that it would be best if I put you into another healing sleep for a few days… you'll wake up feeling much better."
"Peace Elrond… the lad has the right to be confused…" Gandalf broke in. "I am Gandalf my young friend… I am a wizard."
Adam observed the greying haired man with a raised eyebrow.
"Then I gather you have something to do with me being here then? Would you mind filling me in…as I haven't quiet caught up yet?"
Elrond knitted his eyebrows as he tried to work out what was going on. It was clear he was confused at the happenings.
'Gandalf knows something… he seems to believe that Adam… is not lying when he didn't know what an Elf was… and seemed surprised to find out that he is one.'
"Indeed I do not…" Gandalf replied. "Although we might want to retire somewhere more private… Elrond, may we make use of your private study? You're welcome to come with us."
"By all means…" Elrond replied, picking up a bundle of clothing and placing it onto the table. "Adam… my daughter made these clothes up for them… Gandalf and I will wait outside…"
Adam nodded his head, half in understanding, and half as a bow. If Elrond was royalty… then he'd better respect him.
Half an hour later, Adam found himself sat in a comfortable study, a mug of a warm, sweet smelling liquid in one hand.
"I'll begin the story by settling Elrond's fears… I know he gets upset when he doesn't know what's going on under his roof…" Gandalf began, giving the elf in question a smile. "When we began planning this Quest… I decided that the Fellowship… whoever forms it… might require help… so I cast a spell… a spell to summon a strong warrior to this place… however… I never expected them to come from another world"
Elrond's eyes blinked in surprise, before turning round to face Adam looking at him – he quickly discovered that Adam was just as surprised as he was.
"Then where did those injuries come from?" Elrond asked.
"I can answer that one…" Adam commented. "My friends and I… were attacked… we were defending ourselves when a group of them cornered me… and ganged up on me… I think I passed out… and I woke up here…"
"Attacked? By what?" Gandalf asked, surprised.
"A type of creature called 'Cogs'…" Adam replied, not really wanting to get into a large conversation. "There is a creature trying to take over our home… and my friends and I form the team that defends the earth…"
"Team? You mean there are not armies to defend against this threat?" Gandalf asked, musing to himself.
"No, there are just the five of us, three males, two females," Adam replied slowly, trying to work out how exactly to explain Zordon and the 'Power' to the Elf and wizard. "Our mentor sends for us when our services are needed, and we deal with whatever the problem is."
"Yet you have no weapons…" a voice commented from a corner. Another elf, with silvery blonde hair stepped out of the shadows.
"Hey it's you!" Adam commented recognizing him for the elf that head approached him as he passed out on the road.
The elf smiled.
"Indeed, I am Legolas." the blonde elf replied. "I have heard most of what has been said. I apologize for listening in. I was waiting for you Lord Elrond… but when you came in with Adam and Gandalf I felt that it would be best for me to not interrupt you."
Elrond let out a fatherly like smile.
"It does not matter soon most people will know of Adam's presence in Middle Earth, although I would prefer for the fact he is not from Middle Earth to remain a secret."
Legolas nodded and took a seat on one of the empty seats.
"So, weapons?" he asked.
"My body is my weapon…" Adam replied. "I use a mixture of Martial Arts, kick boxing and Boxing to protect myself from opponents, but like in all fights… when there are many more enemies then yourself, you cannot defend yourself against them all."
"Indeed." Legolas had to agree. Everyone could see he was intrigued by the idea of fighting with one's body and nothing else. "You will have to show me some of these, Arts…"
Adam nodded.
"I'll trade you, I'll teach you some martial arts, if you explain to me, about this Quest I've heard about? And what are elves supposed to do anyway?"
It was three weeks later, that Adam and Legolas were sat together in the library – with Legolas teaching Adam how to speak Sindarin, the more common form of Elvish.
Legolas was holding up an dagger, as Adam wracked his mind – trying to remember what is was called in Sindarin. Sitting by the fire, was Erestor, who was talking to Gandalf. Both tutor and wizard were amused by the lesson – Erestor especially as he had never heard to elf that did not know how to speak Sindarin.
"Sikil…" Adam guessed, almost certain he was right.
Legolas grinned and nodded, putting the dagger down, and picking up another item – a carving of a frog.
"Cabor…" Adam answered confidently – he had learnt that one easily – what with the frog being his spirit animal and all.
Legolas nodded, and went for a third item a horn, and then handed it to Adam – who quickly looked it over. It was the type you'd blow to create a noise… to signal for attention.
"Romba." he answered.
Legolas nodded and grinned, before pointing towards where Gandalf was.
"Enwina." Adam answered a sly grin on his face.
Legolas began laughing, whilst Erestor tried to withhold his amused smile with a hand. Gandalf glared at Adam.
"Enwina kuruvar…" Adam corrected quickly
Gandalf continued to glare, although from within his beard, it was clear that he was trying not to start laughing as well.
"…alright… handa kuruvar…" Adam replied. "Stop glaring, Its kinda freaking me out…"
It was Erestor's turn to look confused. He had never heard language like that. Most of it sounded like the tongue of humans – but there were some strange words.
"Adam, where are you from?" he finally asked, his knowledge hungry mind wanting to learn of the strange elf's past.
Adam, Legolas and Gandalf quickly exchanged looks, before Gandalf himself decided to answer the question
"Adam's parents were killed by Orcs, when he was naught but a young elfling, and he was found by a group of rogues, and raised by them." Gandalf explained. "That is why his speech is strange, and cannot speak Elvish… Legolas found him injured in the road as he travelled here."
Erestor looked surprised, and observed the strange elf.
"Hmm, what about the Moon Elfish features?" he questioned. "Skin that colour has never been a feature of any elf that I know of... but I've heard descriptions of them in information about the moon elves…"
Legolas looked towards Adam and grinned apologetically as Gandalf answered the question.
"I have also wondered whether Adam is a Moon Elf or not, however he cannot tell me… and I have no way of proving that he is one."
Erestor nodded, accepting this answer, before leaving the room, muttering something about finding a certain book in his personal libary. Gandalf looked towards Adam.
"Can you remember that?"
"Parents killed by Orcs… I was raised by rogues… found injured by Legolas… that is why I speak a whacky version of the common tongue." Adam replied. "I think I've got it."
"I think I'm going to be taking language lessons from you…" Legolas commented. "Whacky? Yeah? Kinda? Freaking? What do they all mean?"
"Yeah, is a slang version of yes," Adam commented. "Whacky… means strange. Kinda is a quick way of saying 'Kind of' and Freaking, in the sense I used it, means scaring."
"I feel that I'll be taking language lessons from you as well. Just so I can understand you…" Legolas muttered, a grin playing on his features.