Of course, I neither own Arda, which is Tolkien's property, or our beloved Earth. But some characters are mine.
If there is any error about the universe, tell me, don't be shy. Let me however remind or learn you that English is not my mother tongue, so if you notice grammar or spelling mistakes, I would be pleased to know, in order to increase my linguistic level.
Oh, and even if I love watching Grey's Anatomy, I'm not that familiar with American medical system (about internship, residency, how old is supposed to be an intern who began his studies right after high school...). So if there is anything wrong or inaccurate, tell me.
Chapter I
The dark depths exhaled their burning and bitter scent, drowning tiredness and agony. Nothing could pierce this opacity, nothing hit as hard as this strength. This was the beginning of everything… At least, that was how Nina Daniels enjoyed her coffee.
She just ended a night shift at the hospital, and after a short nap in on-call room, she felt a bit less tired. Another day waited her. Nina was in her second year of residency, wanting to become a plastic surgeon. She was not really interested in cosmetic surgery, however, even if one of the attending surgeons of the hospital was better than a magician. No, she preferred reconstructive surgery, with broken limbs, burned or shredded skin...
Once her coffee drunk, she changed for another set of light blue scrubs, then her superior ordered her to go to the emergency wards. She was joined by at least six interns, an attending surgeon and two other residents : Mary, who began her specialization in orthopedic surgery, and Samuel, who preferred trauma surgery. An emergency vehicle stopped in front of the hospital and its passengers opened the doors. Their supervisor, Doctor Stark, asked what happened to this new patient.
"About thirty year old man, escaped from a fire, with burns on his arms and legs, and minor wounds on his face. He's conscious"
"Alright, Stark said, we'll take care of him."
They brought the patient inside and installed him on an emergency room. Nina was charged to him with Stark and Samuel, while Mary and other surgeons had to deal with two other patients. The first one of them had been found in Central Park, dehydrated and his left hand burned, while the other had been rescued from drowning in the East River, and presented the same injuries, but on the right hand.
"What's your name ?" Stark asked their patient.
"Fëanáro", he answered.
He didn't sound afraid, but suspicious and despising at the same time. Stark didn't pay attention, but Nina clenched her teeth to stay polite against this rude attitude. She then assumed it was his own way to protect himself, and began studying his burned arms. Fortunately, it was not as serious as it appeared, his nerves didn't seem damaged, and even if they looked impressive, these injuries were superficial. When Stark finished to check his throat to be sure nothing could trouble the patient's respiratory functions, he let Nina and Samuel with him so he could see other patients.
When Fëanáro's gaze met Nina's, he lost his arrogant expression and his face was nothing else than pure shock.
"You're here ?"
"Excuse me ?"
"What's wrong ?" Samuel asked.
"You're here", the patient repeated. "I'm so sorry... I didn't want to hurt you. I would understand if you hated me."
Nina met Samuel's confused glance, but neither understood what was happening.
"Do you know him ?" Samuel asked.
"Not at all", she answered in a whisper. "He might be really confused."
She shook her head and turned to the patient, who kept looking at her as if she was a precious yet fragile flower which could fade in winter's coldness.
"Sir, your injuries are really extended, but you're lucky, they're not that profound. You will stay in the hospital so a plastic surgeon will repair your skin. Do you feel any pain, anywhere ?"
"No, I don't", he finally answered, coming back to reality.
"Alright. You had no papers on you. Is there anyone we could contact, family, friends ?"
"No, there is nobody. I'm alone, now".
He seemed so sad Nina could almost feel her heart break. When she seemed to leave him to the good hands of the nurses, he grabbed hers.
"Please, don't leave me alone."
"Sir, I have patients to check. Don't worry, you're safe, now."
"Please..."
These words had cost him a lot. He would never tell them to anyone, only someone very particular. The surgeon had no idea.
"Alright, let's make a deal : you let the nurses and doctors taking care of you, and I'll visit you whenever I have a break. Do you agree ?"
"I do".
And he smiled. Nina chose to ignore Samuel's smirk.
{O}
"Nina seems to have found her Prince Charming", teased Samuel.
They were with Mary and two other residents, Jade and Chuck, respectively in cardiology and general surgery, sitting in the cafeteria for lunch. Hearing her friend's joke, Nina sighed and took another sip of water. But she couldn't ignore the six curious eyes craving for more details.
"One of our patients is convinced we know each other and wants me to stay with him. Only me. And he can't stop apologizing for I don't know what offense he caused me.'
"He's not afraid of her anger", Samuel specified. "Or, he was at first, but now, it's like he wants to protect her. And something else : he wore medieval clothes when he came here ; red tunic, destroyed armor parts, and even a gold circle on his head. Maybe he thinks he's sort of a knight king caring for the honor of his lady. How many do you bet he'll pretend he's here because of dragon fire ?"
"Wow", Mary escaped. "Is he handsome, at least ?"
"Mary !" everyone exclaimed.
"What ? It's an interesting story, I want to hear more !"
"Well, yes, he is", Nina finally admitted.
If she was perfectly honest, she wouldn't use the term "handsome", but "freaking hot" instead. Grey-blue eyes, black long hair, perfect features carved in marble... But she didn't want to give this to her friends.
"Now you're telling this", Mary began, "two other patients came right after yours. And they both wore medieval clothes, too. And were really hot, that being said."
"Is there a movie, or a festival, around ?" Jade asked.
{O}
After lunch, Mary went to check the two other medieval-clothed patients. Their injuries were only localized on their hands, but according to X-rays, it was serious enough to keep them, especially in the case of the red-haired: his left hand was burnt, but his right wrist presented similar marks to those caused by a severed limb inexpertly stitched up. They however were brought in the same room waiting for operation, emergency wards being crowded, and when they saw each other, Mary didn't know if she understood better or less what was going on.
"Nelyo ?" black-haired began.
"Kano ?" red-haired followed.
"These are not the names you gave me earlier", Mary frowned.
"My apologies, my lady", red-haired Nelyo said with a soft smile. "These are our nicknames. He's my young brother. You can keep calling him Maglor, and me, Maedhros".
"And add you are related", Mary ended while noting this new piece of information on the paper she held. "So, maybe could you tell me your surname, now ? We really need to know. Nobody will harm you here."
She had tried to make a joke, but the mysterious brothers took it very seriously. Maedhros was again the one answering her requests.
"Fëanorion."
"Perfect, thank you."
{O}
When Mary gave him Maedhros and Maglor's files before moving to an emergency consultation, Stark had to read the main informations twice. Their surname sounded familiar. Seeing Nina in the hallway, he remember something and called her.
"Doctor Daniels, does the name Fëanorion mean anything to you ?"
"Not in this form, but our first patient of the day was called Fëanáro... Why ? Do you think he's related to another patient ?"
"Well, I think he has something in common with two others."
"Fëanorion, you said ? I don't know if that could help, but in Russia, for example, people have three parts in their names : first name, patronymic, surname. I give you this one : Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. "Fëanorion" could be the equivalent of "Sergeyevich", "-ion" being then the suffix. Moreover, when they talk, Russian people use their first name and patronymic, they don't tell "Mister Pushkin" but "Alexander Sergeyevich". I have no idea where our mysterious patients come from, but mine patient had an accent I never heard before, so, maybe are they indeed from abroad".
Stark gave her a strange glare. He didn't expect such a linguistic presentation from his resident. But he appreciated her quick mind and speed to provide solutions or answers, even not in her area.
"That sounds coherent, but there is a problem : the other patients are not young enough to be his children. His younger brothers, why not, but not his sons."
"It could be a simple coincidence. Or he is effectively their older brother, and bear the same name as their father. If I'm right about what I just told, then the brothers didn't tell their surname but their patronymic. Fëanáro didn't give any surname. I insisted, nevertheless..."
Actually, when she asked, all he answered in despair was the fact she was supposed to know this information, before sulking and refusing to speak to her. Her superior remained silent, and she waited for a reaction, an answer, a suggestion, anything.
"Go to see the brothers ot learn more, you are now on these cases", he finally said, "Maybe will you be luckier. I'll find something for the other one."
He then told something about this "administrative waste of time" before giving Samuel the mission to question Fëanáro.
So... Review ? Even if it's to tell me how disastrous my English is ?
I don't know when I publish Chapter 2, However.
