A/N: This fic was inspired by Gibbs calling McGee "Elflord" and it grew out of my own twisted mind. It takes place in a world were the lord of the ring isn't a book but was reality thousands of years ago. It isn't really a crossover, it is a NCIS fic with it's canon characters and some originals. There will be some mentions of Tolkiens charakters. So it will be AU.
I am still contemplating if I will continue that story so let me hear what you think! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or LOTR
PROLOG
He was running through the snow. His feet leaving next to no trail. If it wasn't for the steady red stream that was running down his leg onto the untouched white ground, there wouldn't have been any trace of his path. As it were, bloodied footprints marked his way through the woods. But that wasn't his concern at the moment, nor was the shot wound in his lower body. He would heal with time, faster than any mortal would heal. It wasn't his worst wound either, there had been many other worse than that one. He had fought in many wars and knew how it felt to be near death. Fortunately he had always recovered.
He had been a soldier, he still was really, fighting for a place in this modern world for himself and his people. There weren't many of his kin left nowadays and less even who lived in the outside world amongst humans. He himself only knew about twenty. Sent out by their king into the world of men, learning and watching the developments of science and technology. For that was what could one day be their death. That and exposure. No one knew that they existed. Their race forgotten, being buried in the world of myth.
There had been a time, when men and elves stood side by side, fighting for the good in this world. But with conquering evil, the men turned against each other demanding of the elves to chose a side. Seeing no good in either choice the King ordered his people to leave the lands of men and stay in the realm of elves. Millennia passed while elves stuck to themselves. Defending their sanctuary but letting the people in the outside world live their lives none the wiser. And then the elves learned of another great war, the outcome deciding not only about the life or death of millions of humans but also of elves. That was when the king ordered his soldiers to join the human forces disguised as humans themselves and help the good people to win against their joined enemy. He himself was one of them. It had been a shock to see the outside world, nothing was like it had been thousands of years before. There were weapons they hadn't even dreamed of and they knew while in their forest time didn't pass at all, in the rest of Arda it seemed to fly more than ever.
It was decided when the war was won, that a few elves stayed behind to study the ways of humans and report back to their folk of the changes in the outside world. Only to watch and not to interfere. But as it was the elves that staying behind settled in their roles as humans and became successful in their chosen life earning a lot of money and some becoming leaders in the world of men.
He didn't stay behind. He went home to his family, to protect his people and his king from people trespassing the borders of their realm. No mortal was allowed into the forest where the firstborn dwelled. The humans viewed their sanctuary as a nature reserve in the middle of what they called North America. For the men it was against law to enter the wood, that was once Greenwood the Great. And no one ever did. Every human that crossed the borders had to fight through unattainable forest, the trees protecting their old friends the elves.
Oh how he wished to see one of those trees in the the forest he currently was in, but here the trees didn't speak to him like those at home would, these trees were young and only knew the cruelty of the humans who chopped them down for their own benefit. There was no help to seek from them. So all he could do was run, run and hope that the men following him were slower than him. He could hear the heavy footfalls of his hunters and the occasional dog bark.
If he were alone he would have climbed the trees and left his pursuers behind. But he wasn't. He looked down at the woman in his arms unconscious. She hadn't as much as steered since he had found her. Her cries of agony drawing him into this man-made forest in the first place.
He had been on the way to an old childhood friend who lived in the capitol of this land, working with computers. He never had understood the concept of those, but Tim was quiet good with them he had heard. For 60 years he hadn't seen him, no time at all for elves. He was mere 100 years older than Tim and therefore they always stuck together in childhood and later in their training as soldiers. Tim always was more an academic than a soldier though, much to his fathers dismay, who had been the march-warden of their realm for many years.
When there was the opportunity to learn new things Tim decided that there was nothing more he wanted than to learn everything the humans could teach him. He hadn't come back home once. Therefore he was on his way to his old friend when he heard the cry of a woman, far too quite and far away that anyone, except for him, could hear her. Knowing he would regret either choice he made, he cursed a rather unelven-like curse and followed the screams that became louder and louder.
He was in his human disguise designed by the Lady Galadriel and Gandalf the white themselves many years back. It slowed him down immensely and his vision was nearly as bad as that of a human. His strength reduced to a little more than that of a trained man. Only his hearing remained intact. He hated being handicapped, but it was necessary to look and behave like every other man. He wore clothes he hadn't worn since the great war and was armed only with one elven knife. Nonetheless he went on only guided bye the sound of screams that although he drew nearer became lesser and fainter. He hoped he wouldn't come too late.
And then he saw them: about six men standing in a circle around what looked like a bundle of blue cloths but he knew it was the woman he had heard. She didn't move but he could hear her faint breath. Not too late then. In lack of a better plan he approached the band of men and stuck his knife into the neck of the nearest one, before any of them even knew what had befallen them.
The others recovered faster than he had thought after the shock of seeing their friend falling down and fought with the strength of trained soldiers. For that was what they were, he thought, recognising their clothing as uniforms.
He would have won, if it wasn't for one fatal mistake. Seeing a gun in his opponent hands he didn't recognise it as a threat. At home there weren't any firearms, so it was a foreign concept for him having only seen the arms used in the great war that were much larger than that one. First he heard the shot and then felt immense pain spreading through his stomach. He fell to his knees right beside the woman, who wore the same uniform those man wore, and letting go of his only weapon. Thinking that the wound would kill their opponent, the remaining men went to their fallen comrade leaving them out of sight.
But the elf knew how to block out pain mentally and so he did. With all his strength he lifted the unconscious woman and left as quietly as he could. After a few seconds he heard the first shouts of shock and then the men following him. Leaving all precautions behind he ran as fast as he could without even considering his wound. There he was running in a foreign forest, for the life of the woman in his arms. He didn't know the way out so he orientated himself on the stars shining through the branches of the leafless trees. While looking up into the sky he didn't see the approaching cliffs. Only in the last moment he could halt himself or he would have fallen into the roaring river below. He couldn't go left or right either, not with the woman that is. There were large rocks in his way. He was trapped. He had been in perilous situations before, but never had he been that defenceless. He ran back to the treeline but it was in vain for in that moment a dog came running towards him his teeth bared reminding him of the wargs he had encountered many times in his life. He was pushed to the ground buy a big mass of dog loosing the hold on the woman in his arms.
And then he saw the men, approaching him with angry glares. One of them lifting his gun aiming at his head the last thing he heard was the gunshot and then there was nothing.
He had failed.
