Author's Notes: And here is the final chapter/epilogue of Champions: First Strike. Okay, so the RV/motorhome owned by the Queen family, and which they use to evacuate from Starling City? It's based off the 2004 Neoplan Bus 48ft Conversion. Really, it's a yacht on wheels. Secondly, why Iceland for Sauron's home base? Short answer is, I wanted him to have an incredibly majestic view, one that would remind him of things past and lost. I found that view in the form of Vestrahorn Mountain, near Holn, Iceland. Really, check it out … it's nothing short of breath-taking. Why make his reincarnation a Swedish professor of literature? Because I'm of Swedish ancestry, and besides, can you think of anything more innocuous than a professor of literature? Can you think of someone more likely that Sauron would underestimate? Yeah, same here. Okay, so, in this chapter, we finally hear from the villains and Sauron unleashes his frustration and rage on a populace that has exactly nothing to do with his bad mood; Bronwyn Harris returns and this time, she's actually listening to Arwen, which probably saves her life and the lives of others with her; while Malcolm, Carey, and the rest of their group head west back to the United States. This chapter also sees the entrance of several other Arrow characters (namely, Donna and Felicity Smoak, and the entire Queen family).

Epilogue

Durin's Bane

Hofn, Iceland

Three Days Later

He stood facing the window. To a casual onlooker, it would have appeared as if he was surveying all that belonged to him. And a casual onlooker would have been incorrect, because he saw nothing at all. Oh, his eyes perceived the breathtaking majesty of the landscape before him, but it made no impact on him. Not at the moment, not when his fury was akin to an erupting volcano. Later, the majestic beauty would ease him. But not now. He observed in an extremely quiet voice, "So. Lurtz allowed himself to be captured by the mortals." He didn't receive an answer … he didn't really expect one.

In truth, at the moment, he didn't really want an answer. He wanted results, and those were pitifully few at the moment. After so many millennia, after so many eons of living the life of an insect, he awakened in this life as a Swedish professor of literature. It took very little time or energy to overtake the personality of the professor once he did awaken. Oh, he'd put up a fight … for a mortal, a rather impressive fight, especially since academics didn't tend to be fighters. But in the end, he just wasn't strong enough to tell Sauron the Maia 'no,' and … what was the phrase? Oh yes … he couldn't make it stick. Of course not. He rubbed at his face, savoring the feeling of skin against skin for the first time in so long. But, there was business to be done.

He turned to face his lieutenants in their borrowed bodies, observing, "Shall we recap? Once you arrived in that piddling little town, after assuming your meatsuits, you killed the reincarnation of Théoden of Rohan, not for any strategic value, but to pay his niece back for killing you … and in so doing, you also attracted the attention of Boromir of Gondor. Not only that, but you knew the aforementioned Gondorian was there when you did it. But that was only the beginning of your bumbling. When you oh so clumsily tried to recruit Saruman-reborn, he not only told you 'no,' but warned you that even if you took him down, he would take you down with him. Oh, and I mustn't forget your spectacularly idiotic kidnapping of Jason and Natalie Wellington to woo Saruman back to our side! That could have been forgivable, if you hadn't left Lurtz in charge once they were in your custody … had you stayed and taken out the reunited Fellowship! Instead, here you are, and the Fellowship is almost complete, save my brother Maia and those wretched hobbits!" The last three words were all but spat out as he glowered at them.

"You called us back … called us from that dreadful little town across the Atlantic, when we cannot travel as once we did!" the former Witch King of Angmar hissed. Sauron arched a brow at the corrupted King, who went on, "We would have stayed and finished off the Fellowship, but you called us back." True enough, but they could have waited the hour or so before returning. And now, because of their pitiful lack of foresight … He was distracted from his internal grumbling by a low grunt from the Witch King. Sauron looked back at his lieutenant, who was clutching at his chest, muttering, "He wants to take back control from me … he's fighting back, harder than any of my previous hosts did."

Sauron could only stare at the Witch King in shock. He couldn't control a puny mortal? A worthless insect who lived a fraction as long as he did, and … The Maia growled, "Begone! Leave me before … argh! Leave me!" The Nine made themselves scarce without further ado, leaving Sauron alone. He rubbed at his forehead, wondering when his life turned into a B-grade movie, complete with bumbling sidekicks. His present incarnation snidely observed that since he was brought down by a Hobbit, of all things, he really didn't have much room to talk. And he was entirely too smug about it, especially since Sauron controlled his body. Yes, his present incarnation retorted, but I am still here and I still live, and I will keep fighting you!

Naturally, that served to make his mood even worse, and when the phone rang (caller ID alerted him that it was Bolg's reincarnation on the other end), Sauron snapped, "Please tell me that you have good news! I am surrounded by incompetents, and the Witch King of Angmar, once the most feared Man in Middle-earth, can't control his current host!" There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, a whispered conversation (which included Bolg muttering, 'no, after that, we definitely tell him now.' And that didn't bode well. At all.

But then, Bolg answered, "We found it, my Lord. It will take us several weeks to free it, but we have found it." Sauron closed his eyes. At last, some good news. He thought about the weakness of this body (and the strength of its spirit, still hanging on even now). He thought about the Nine, who abandoned a mission that could have taken out the Fellowship before it was completed. He thought about the reincarnations of Saruman and Azog both telling him, 'no' when he summoned them back to his side. He thought about Boromir of Gondor throwing off the influence of the Ring.

Really, there was only one thing to be done. He was Sauron, the Lord of the Rings, and it was time for him to bring his Master back into this world. Yes, the Fellowship (especially those contemptible little Hobbits) stopped him in the past, but that would not be true this time. This time, he would succeed and once the Fellowship was shattered beyond all repair, he would bring his Master back into this dimension. But, he had to start small. A small smile touched the corners of his mouth, wondering what his Master would make of calling his most loyal ones, 'small.' Oh, they would have plenty to say to each other, he knew.

"Then, my loyal Bolg, you will release the Balrog," he answered simply, smiling at the cheers he heard when Bolg relayed that order. The Balrog would be freed within the month, and then his excavators would turn their attention to locating Ungoliant. Oh, he knew what was said … that she was either killed or devoured herself in her constant hunger. But while it was highly possible that her body was dead, her spirit was another matter entirely.

But the children of Durin had far more reason to fear Balrogs, and he felt when Thorin Oakenshield was awakened from his long sleep. That one would be as much trouble as he was the first time around. But he would fail, just as he failed the first time. Sauron would see to that. This time, Sauron would ultimately dominate the world of Men, at least until it was time for him to bring Morgoth back. And none would stand in his way.

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Starling City, Oregon

Three Weeks Later

"And you won't tell my boss that I told you?"

It was the second time the woman had asked that question, but Bronwyn Harris really couldn't blame her for being anxious. In the first place, she was a cocktail waitress, raising a young daughter on her own (a frighteningly intelligent young daughter at that) … and in the second place, while her boss wasn't the actual guilty party, it seemed likely that he helped to cover up a crime … which made him an accessory, at the very least.

"You aren't my client, Donna, but I will do everything in my power to keep this between us. But … are you sure that you want your daughter here? Felicity is only fourteen, after all," Bronwyn pointed out gently. Donna laughed a bit helplessly as her teenaged daughter began heading back to their table from the ladies room. Yeah, that was what Bronwyn thought, especially since she had the distinct impression that Felicity strongly encouraged her mother not only to agree to talk to Bronwyn, but to come to Starling City. It was neutral territory.

"Okay, that ladies room is sooo much nicer than I thought it would be. You know, from the outside, this doesn't look like much, but it's really nice in here, and the restrooms are even nicer, and I'll shut up in three … two … one," the girl in question said as she approached the table. Bronwyn very carefully bit back a smile. She'd noticed Felicity's tendency to babble within two minutes of meeting the youngster, and it took all of her self-control to keep from laughing outright at the teen's comments … she had a serious issue with her brain to mouth filter.

Donna, however, did laugh, wrapping her arm around her daughter's shoulders and saying, "Breathe, honey!" Felicity blushed and leaned into her mother. Bronwyn smiled, watching the mother and daughter. This … this was why she'd become a child's advocate. She would remember, much later, that was what she was thinking when her world was upended. There was an unholy roar, followed by screams, and as one, both Donna and Bronwyn moved closer to Felicity to protect the girl. Bronwyn wasn't sure if it was because those screams heralded mayhem … or if Arwen recognized the roar.

"Stay here!" she ordered the mother and daughter, and ran for the restaurant entrance, along with half the restaurant. Donna remained where she was, arms around her daughter protectively. And Felicity … the girl seemed to alternate between clinging to her mother and trying to sate her curiosity. Outside, Bronwyn saw the greatest fear of so many Elves during the First and Second Ages, and she moaned under her breath, giving voice to Arwen for the first time since those memories started returning to her, "Aiieee, a Balrog is come!" And it was coming straight for her, wings spread wide, whip of flame destroying everything it touched. Bronwyn wheeled around and ran back into the restaurant, trying desperately to formulate a plan in her mind.

She would have to borrow a car or … appropriate one … if she wanted to get herself, Donna, and Felicity out of this. Of course, that also assumed that there was such a thing as a safe place any more. Arwen keened again, every time Bronwyn thought of the Balrog, and she really needed to shut up if she didn't have anything constructive to add! Not for the first time, she cursed herself for coming on her motorcycle. Dammit, what was she thinking? Worry about that later, right now, she had to come up with a plan.

As soon as she reached the mother and daughter, Donna asked, "Trouble?" Bronwyn nodded, and the cocktail waitress asked next, hugging her child close to her chest, "What do we do?" There was a very, very slim chance … a chance that was dashed in the next minute, when Donna added, "We came from the airport in a taxi, but does that even matter?" Donna raised a very good point, and Bronwyn swore under her breath. Their best chance was really on her motorcycle, but she couldn't take both Donna and Felicity. No, she had to find a car to hotwire, and do it fast. Maybe she could find one around back?

"What if we took your motorcycle, Miss Bronwyn, and found a sidecar for me? You know, like the one Robin used in the old Batman shows?" Felicity asked hopefully, and Bronwyn was shaking her head even as the words left the girl's mouth. There was a second possibility, aside from hotwiring a car … finding a freezer to wait out the Balrog, but honestly, Bronwyn didn't like their chances if they went down that road. Donna wore a strange expression on her face, but Bronwyn didn't waste time on puzzling out what it meant. Think, Bron, think, this is what you're good at! She should have paid more attention to Donna's expressions.

"Take Felicity on the motorcycle, and go. Get her to safety and come back for me," the mother said with a quiet determination. Bronwyn turned to face the woman, who repeated, "I'll find a place to hide, but get my girl to safety. This is your job, Bronwyn … you're a child's advocate, your job is to keep children safe. Felicity, baby, go with Miss Bronwyn … do what she tells you to do, stay with whoever she wants you to stay with while she comes back for me."

Bronwyn immediately began to protest, but Donna put her hand on her forearm, repeating, "Listen to me! You cannot take both of us on your motorcycle, and I don't think we can outrun that thing in a car. You have got to take my little girl, and go, now!" Her eyes were shining with pure determination, and the nervous, unsure cocktail waitress who met Bronwyn at the entrance of the restaurant nearly two hours was gone, to be replaced with a fierce mother. Felicity was protesting, but Donna turned to her daughter, whispering, "No, baby girl … you've been taking care of me for far too long … it's my turn to take care of you. I'm your momma … it's my job to keep you safe. You listen to what Miss Bronwyn tells you and you wear the helmet she gives you, and I'll see you soon, I promise!"

Felicity threw herself into her mother's arms, saying over and over again, "I love you, please don't make me go!" Even as Donna reassured her daughter, she was guiding Felicity toward the front of the restaurant, where Bronwyn parked her motorcycle. And Bronwyn … this was their only chance. She knew that. She didn't like it, she didn't have to like it … but Donna was right. She was a child's advocate, and it was her job to protect Felicity … not in court this time, but from the Balrog. Her eyes met Donna's over Felicity's head, and she nodded ever so slightly. As Donna pushed her daughter onto the motorcycle, fitting the spare helmet over her head, Bronwyn made one last ditch effort to at least buy Donna time.

"Try to find a freezer or even a cooler in a store that sells cold beer. I can't guarantee you that you'll be protected, but you'll have a better chance at staying alive until I can come back for you," Bronwyn murmured. In truth, she didn't think there was a safe place where Balrogs were concerned, but she wanted to give Donna at least a chance. Donna glanced over her shoulder at the monstrosity approaching them, and Bronwyn saw her expression change from determined to horrified and then resigned. She saw the death of hope in the other woman's face, but when Donna looked at Felicity, that determination returned.

"Don't worry about me … just get my little girl to safety. I love you, 'Licity," Donna whispered. Bronwyn straddled the bike, giving Felicity's hand a reassuring pat when the teen's arms slipped around her waist. Donna backed away, into the marginal safety of the restaurant doorway, and mouthed, 'go!' Bronwyn gunned the engine and after a quick glance over her shoulder, pulled out. But her intention wasn't to outrun the Balrog … no, she had other ideas.

Arwen had the memory of listening to Merry and Pippin talking about their journey with Treebeard, and Pippin wanting to go past Isengard, telling Treebeard, 'the closer to danger we are, the further from harm.' Arwen remembered that, and now Bronwyn remembered it as well. It wasn't a great plan, but it was better than trying to outrun a Balrog. When she found a clear space, Bronwyn made a U-turn … heading straight for the area between the Balrog's legs. Felicity must have peeked around her shoulder, because she squeaked and her arms tightened around Bronwyn's waist. Bronwyn wished she had something to hold onto, aside from the handlebars as she weaved between cars … and directly under the Balrog.

She should have thought to tell Felicity not to look behind, because as they cleared the Balrog, his fiery whip struck the side of the street their restaurant had been on, and the entire street was aflame, explosions ripping apart the buildings. Bronwyn would have closed her eyes, would have mourned Donna Smoak, but the woman's final admonishment was clear in her mind. Her job now was to save Felicity. She would make for the Queen house. She'd met Robert Queen when she was in college, and while she'd found him attractive, married men were strictly off-limits. They'd remained friends, however, and it was Robert who suggested Starling City as neutral ground when she mentioned this case to him.

It took her twenty minutes to reach her friend's home, and when she did, it was to find Robert and his twenty-one year old son Oliver packing up what amounted to a friggin' yacht on wheels. They were evacuating, she realized. And no, that wasn't an RV, it wasn't even a motorhome, that was a yacht on wheels … but it was also their best chance at survival, especially if Robert listened to her and they headed north, away from the Balrog. Robert backed away as Bronwyn rode up the driveway, but it was Moira who cried out as she turned off the engine, "My God, Bron, did you come from town?" Bronwyn nodded tiredly, removing the helmet. She tried to dismount from her bike, but Felicity's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. Moira noticed her passenger for the first time, and her eyes widened. She murmured, "Miss Smoak's daughter?" Once more, Bronwyn nodded, and Robert approached the terrified child.

"C'mon, sweetheart … you're safe now, let Bronwyn get off the bike," Robert soothed. He removed the helmet, revealing Felicity's tear-stained face. She stared up at him, and then threw herself into his arms. Robert didn't hesitate … he folded her into a fierce embrace, and looking over her head, told Bronwyn, "You're coming with us. Get inside. Thank God Malcolm and Tommy are out of the country. Oliver, go get your sister … we're getting out of here now!"

Robert eased the still-sobbing Felicity into Moira's arms while he helped Bronwyn load her bike on the back of the rolling house, giving her duffel bag from the saddlebag.

Within minutes, the two Queen children (well, Ollie was definitely Robert's child, but Bronwyn wasn't nearly as sure about Thea) were coming out of the house, along with their housekeeper Raisa. Thea was protesting all the while, and Raisa was trying to calm the little girl down. Oliver kept glancing around worriedly. He was a party animal, just like his best friend Tommy Merlyn, but Bronwyn wasn't about to make assumptions about the kid. There were blank spots in her own college memories, after all. As Bronwyn swung up into the mansion on wheels, she told Robert, "Make for Washington State. Head away from that thing, don't try to outrun it." She didn't ask how he'd known to evacuate … she know about the twenty-four hour news-cycle. And right now, they didn't have time for twenty questions. They only had time to move.

Sauron was back … she didn't question Arwen's certainty of that fact. It wasn't worth the headache. The Queen of the Reunited Kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor was dead certain that the emergence of the Balrog meant that Sauron was awake or alive or both. It didn't matter. If Sauron was back, then … Bronwyn swore under her breath and told Robert as she collapsed into the nearest seat, "Make for the Washington border, and then for the Canadian. We need to cut across country and head back south, into North Carolina. We can't outrun it, especially not in this, so we have to head away from it. I'll explain why North Carolina on the way." Moira gave her a Look that said she absolutely would be explaining, while Robert just nodded as he started up the engine and they pulled away from the Queen home … which Bronwyn was sure they'd not see again for a long time, if ever.

Exhausted, Bronwyn sank back against the seat, arm wrapping around the still weeping girl who settled herself against Bronwyn's side. Felicity leaned into her, which led Bronwyn to a very unwelcome revelation … she was now responsible for this girl. Even so, she couldn't help but smile as eleven year old Thea took Felicity's hand and squeezed it. Across from them, Oliver looked outside with a frightened expression. Poor kid. No matter what happened from here on out, none of their lives would ever be the same.

And by the time they reached Campbell, North Carolina, the seven would become five.

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Somewhere Over the Atlantic Ocean

Four Days Later

Tommy was finally sleeping. Ever since the first reports began filtering in about the complete destruction of Starling City, the boy had been on edge. He was worried about his city, worried sick about his second family, and above all, he was worried out of his mind about Oliver. Malcolm had been considering a return to the United States as soon as the news broke … his executive assistant assured him that most of his employees had safely evacuated from the city. She, herself, was on her way to Idaho, along with a caravan. And the Glades … some enterprising soul had taken a school bus and loaded survivors from what remained of the Glades to evacuate them. It was gone. Starling City was gone, and Malcolm felt nothing.

"You okay?" Carey Rafferty whispered as she lightly covered Gemma with a blanket where the little girl huddled close to Tommy. Malcolm smiled in spite of himself as he turned his attention to the youngsters … Tommy quickly resumed his role as Gemma's honorary big brother, and now he had company in the form of Kili and Fili. The boys' English lessons were coming along incredibly well … Thorin was a little slower, but that was more because he had an issue with some of the pronunciation than anything else.

Their Romanian lessons were coming along just as well … especially given that Thorin swore in Romanian when he saw the reports of the Balrog loose in Starling City. Skender and Grigore looked as if they weren't sure if they should be proud or worried … especially Grigore. Of course, Thorin proceeded to swear in Khuzdul in far more ripe terms, which made Skender smile. Of course it did. Malcolm just rolled his eyes and settled a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder. The boy leaned into him, and Malcolm realized anew just how badly he failed his son after Rebecca was murdered

He told his best friend now, "No. My city no longer exists, my employees are scattered, I don't know if my best friends are alive or dead, and my son is literally worrying himself sick." Much to his astonishment, Carey rested her head on his shoulder, but that surprise didn't stop Malcolm from wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She really wasn't that demonstrative in their relationship, not normally, so for her to show affection like this … the news out of Starling City must have rattled her as badly as it did him. Then again, that wasn't such a surprise.

She and Gemma arrived in Romania nearly four weeks earlier, each carrying a carryon bag full of books, Early Readers for Thorin and the boys to practice reading on. In the beginning, Carey and Thorin had little to do with each other … Thorin perhaps sensing that Carey was more than she appeared to be. But as the weeks went by, it became less and less rare to find Carey carefully correcting Thorin's pronunciation or spelling. But if Thorin was guarded around Malcolm's friend, then he was completely wide open with Gemma … so much so that she was calling him 'Uncle Thorin' by the end of the first day. It became a common sight to see Thorin giving the young girl piggy-back rides, much to Gemma's delight … unlike everyone else in her life, Thorin didn't think she was too old for piggyback rides.

She was tucked in between Tommy and the terror twins (as Carey took to calling Kili and Fili), the three boys protecting her even in sleep. Carey said softly, interrupting Malcolm's thoughts, "I wasn't asking about Moira or Robert, or even about Tommy … I'm worried about you, Malcolm. I know the way your mind works, and I know that somehow, you're coming up with a way to blame yourself for that Balrog waking up." Malcolm started to protest, but Carey interrupted, telling him, "Stop. You blame yourself for Rebecca's death, and you blame yourself for Slade Wilson being captured by Sauron's goons. Knock it off!"

"She's right, Malcolm … this isn't your fault," Dunstan Holley observed from his seat, where he watched over all of the Durins. Thorin had fallen asleep about an hour into the flight, exhausted from his crash courses in Romanian and English, as well as worrying over the boys and Malcolm. He didn't entirely understand what was happening to Malcolm's city, but he knew that when Durin's Bane entered the picture, things rapidly went downhill. He wasn't particularly impressed with television, either. Dunstan cast another look at Malcolm's sleeping brother, before observing, "Not that I expect you to understand that … you Durins have a tendency to take the weight of the world on your shoulders."

"Runs in the family," Malcolm snarked right back. Dunstan rolled his eyes, and went back to watching over Thorin. Much as he enjoyed teasing Dunstan about it, Malcolm was pleased to see it. Of course, that wouldn't prevent him from teasing Dunstan about it. Things with Thorin were still too fragile for him to tease his brother properly.

And really, Dunstan hadn't been able to let Thorin or the boys out of his sight since their initial reunion at the hotel. Malcolm didn't think Dunstan would be allowing any of Malcolm's dwarrow family out of his sight any time soon. He'd spent so many lives, trying to find the missing pieces of their Company. He'd found Bifur and Bofur and Bombur, he'd found Oin and Gloin, and Dori, Ori, and Nori, and of course he'd found Dwalin and Balin, but he'd never found Thorin, Kili, and Fili. This must have seemed like a miracle to him.

Carey opened her mouth to say something, but it was at that point that Malcolm's cell phone began ringing, and the reincarnated prince recognized Robert Queen's ringtone. Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief that Robert was all right, and answered, "I'm here, Rob, is everyone all right?" He was to receive a nasty shock when he heard a sob on the other end of the line. Something wasn't right. Carey moved forward to wake Tommy, but Malcolm shook his head. No. Not yet. Not until he knew what they were dealing with. Carey, thankfully, didn't argue.

"This is Oliver … my dad's dead. So's Mom. It's just me and Thea now, Uncle Malcolm, Raisa, too," Oliver Queen said brokenly. Malcolm's hand tightened around the phone, but said nothing as his best friend's son launched into a rambling explanation of their departure from Starling City and their journey eastward. Oliver's voice broke as he told of approaching the Pennsylvania/Maryland border, and it was then that Malcolm heard sobbing in the background. Thea? Malcolm swallowed hard, willing himself to stay strong.

And then, the phone was being taken from Oliver and a cool, feminine voice was telling him, "Mr. Merlyn, my name is Bronwyn Harris. I know that you know Starling City has gone. The last thing Moira Queen did before she died from her injuries was ask that you be contacted. She and Robert wanted me to deliver their children into your custody. I'm taking all three children to North Carolina … can you meet us in Raleigh? There are people in Carolina who can help us deal with these monsters."

Before she even finished the sentence, Malcolm was writing out a note for Carey to take to the pilot, 'divert to Raleigh-Durham.' Carey nodded, eyes narrowing, and bolted for the cockpit. Malcolm answered, "Of course. We originally planned to land in Dulles and then head south. A friend's sister is getting married and she lives about forty-five miles south of Raleigh." He didn't ask how Robert and Moira died … not yet. He would worry about that later, once the children of his friends were safe. At least, as safe as they could be.

Because this was only the first strike in a larger war, Malcolm could see … larger than anything he ever considered in his half-baked ideas to clean up the Glades, and really, far larger than anything that even Ra's Al Ghul ever considered while Malcolm was being trained in Nanda Parbat. This could be the initial battle in the greatest war humanity had seen since the end of the Third Age.

The Valar help them all.

Fin

Updated Cast List/Reincarnations

Boromir/Michael: Sean Bean

Detective Megan Rafferty: Dana Barron

Detective Elena Gutierrez: Patricia Velazquez

Kristin Rafferty: Grace Park

Francis Rafferty (reincarnation of Denethor): Daniel Pilon

Ailsa Rafferty: Louise Sorel

Dunstan Holley (reincarnation of Bilbo Baggins): Martin Freeman

Captain Lydia Anders: Gwynyth Walsh

Mayor Thomas Farrell (reincarnation of Samwise Gamgee): Tim Dunigan

Brendan Farrell (reincarnation of Frodo Baggins): Elijah Wood

Pelagia: Monika Schnarre

Gavin Rafferty (USMC retired/reincarnation of Aragorn): Ted King

Legolas Thranduilion: Orlando Bloom

Dr. Ronan Daly (reincarnation of Gimli): John Rhys-Davies

Haldir: Craig Parker

Bronwyn Harris (reincarnation of Arwen): Robin Christopher

Lucius Wellington (reincarnation of Saruman): Christopher Lee

Jason Wellington: Richard Armitage

Natalie Wellington: Kali Rodriguez

Slade Wilson (reincarnation of Azog): Manu Bennett

Thorin Oakenshield: Richard Armitage

Fili: Dean O'Gorman

Kili: Aidan Turner

Skender Petrescu (reincarnation of Dwalin): Graham McTavish

Grigore Petrescu (reincarnation of Balin): Ken Stott

Malcolm Merlyn (reincarnation of Frerin): John Barrowman

Tommy Merlyn: Colin Donnell

Robert Queen: Jamey Sheridan

Moira Queen: Susanna Thompson

Oliver Queen: Stephen Amell

Felicity Smoak: Emily Betts-Rickard

Thea Queen (Merlyn): Willa Holland

Captain Lydia Anders: Gwynyth Walsh

Charlotte Amalie 'Carey' Rafferty: Michelle Forbes

Genevieve Monica 'Gemma' Rafferty: Rachel Covey

Additional Notes: Yes, that was the reincarnation of Lurtz whose butt Boromir when our guys and gals took the compound to rescue Jason, Natalie and Slade. Boromir doesn't know it, but he just avenged his own death. After all, I said that the bad guy was speaking Black Speech … that could be Orcs or Uruk-hai just as easily as the Ringwraiths. While I understand that Emily Betts-Rickard and Willa Holland are the same age, I've made Felicity slightly older than Thea. Further explanations regarding the deaths of Robert and Moira Queen will come in subsequent stories … which will be up eventually.