AN: Didn't put this in the first chapter. Sorry. Anyways, the only characters that I own are the ones you don't recognize as parts of the series of 'Highlander' or as people in 'LotR'. Also, before anyones decides to chew me out, I purposely screwed with the Authorian legend. Enjoy!
Two men struggled to sit up. One had blood running down his chiseled face while the other was trying to get his black hair out of his face. Both had their hands tied behind their backs so it wasn't an easy task. Finally, they both managed to sit up and look around. The first thing they noticed was that they were in a cave. The sound of a waterfall could be heard slightly. Two men were sitting off to the side, watching them with cold eyes.
"Connor," one finally said.
"Yes, Duncan," the other said, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of his blood.
"Do you think Guin is alright?"
"I don't know. We can ask."
Duncan, black hair finally out of his face, looked over to the two men and said, "Excuse me."
The two men looked at each other before one finally stood up and left. The other looked at the two bound men.
"Yes?" he finally said.
"How is our companion? The woman?"
"There was no woman with you," he said simply.
"Are you sure? There were three of us together," Duncan persisted.
A new voice spoke up, "No, there were only you two. If there was a third, the orcs got her."
Through the doorway stepped a man with reddish-blond hair. His figure was slight but he carried himself like a nobleman. He walked over and knelt down so that he was eyelevel with the two men.
"May I ask your names?"
"I am Connor MacLeod of the clan MacLeod and this is Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod."
"Kinsmen?"
"You could say that."
"What were you doing in the forests of Ithilien?"
"Ithilien?" Connor asked.
"Yes. Are you from anywhere near here? Perhaps Harad?"
"I do not know this 'Harad' place. We are from New York City."
The man had a confused look on his face as he tried out the two new words, "New...York? I have never heard of such a place. Where is it located?"
Duncan looked at Connor and said, "If he has never heard of it, then we will never find it. I doubt we'll be finding the highlands either."
A man came running in then, "Captain Faramir. The Haradrim have been spotted in the south. A large force is marching northwards, towards Osgiliath."
The man, Faramir, stood and turned, "Watch them. Untie their hands to allow them to eat and drink, but do not allow them to get away."
Faramir strode out.
"Connor," Duncan started.
"Yes, Duncan?"
"Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?"