Love at First Gunshot by indo-silverphoenix
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings characters.
Chapter One: Dreams Not Meant to Be Had
Before he even opened his eyes, Haldir knew he was not in Lòthlorien. He knew he was no longer in Middle-Earth. Not even within his own body. Eyes opened and he knew he was right. He hadn't commanded his eyes to open nor his body to move as it was doing now.
Whoever this body belonged to, they were walking down a lighted, crowded street. There were mortals everywhere. Of every shape, size, and color. But whoever this was, wasn't focused on the people around them, but on a figure a few feet ahead.
The man ahead turned a corner, they turned a corner. He turned around, they blended with the rest of the crowd or the shadows. Haldir never caught a glimpse of the person whose eyes he shared but he could tell that this dance of hunter and hunted was played often.
They finally tracked them to a dark passageway that did not appear welcoming to Haldir, but the body pursued, none the less.
"So, Detective McKay, we meet at last. You didn't have to follow me. If you wanted so much, you could of just approached me." A metallic, clicking sound in the shadows to the right caught Haldir's attention, as well as the body, but they were too slow. The sound of high pressured air resounded and the body was forced back by an invisible force. Then they gasped and grabbed at their upper left arm.
Faster then he could make out, the body grabbed a metal object from underneath their cloak and pointed it at the figure, pulled their forefinger, and the object let out a loud bang.
The figure crumpled to the ground, grabbing his leg to stop the bleeding, as a loud shrieking sound came from the road. Men dressed in blue came into the side street and began speaking to the man while binding his hands behind his back.
"Detective!" came a voice at the entryway. "Get over her NOW!" They snapped their head toward the voice and let out sigh of frustration while rolling their eyes in annoyance as they began walking toward the entrance. A burly man in a white shirt and black trousers stood at the entrance with an angry look on his face.
"Detective, did I give you permission to fire your gun?" he asked while glaring at her.
"No, sir," came the simple reply.
"Then how come your bullet is in the suspect's leg?"
"With all due respect, sir, I fired in self-defense. The suspect fired on me first."
"Really? Got proof?"
The person took off their cloak then the bulky sweater underneath to reveal a heavy looking, black vest and dropped it into the man's hands. "Proof enough, Chief?"
"Still, this isn't the first the first time you've disobeyed a direct order. I hate to do this to ya, Chase, but I'm going to need your badge and gun." He placed his hand out once more. They placed the metal object in his hand then reached into a pocket on the cloak and handed him a silver object. Then they turned and walked away, leaving the sweater on the ground, placing the brown cloak on their body, and leaving the flashing lights behind.
'What in Valar was the point of sending to watch through this person's eyes? What am I doing here?'
A scream snatched him from his thoughts enough for him to notice that they were no longer among the crowd but in the midst of moving metal boxes and staring into bright lights.
Images began flashing before the person's eyes, catching only a brief glimpses of some. A curly haired child in a white dress. Two people kissing. Two caskets covered in flowers. Light once more then all went black.
