Okay...well here we are, just to let you know, if you haven't figured it out yet, I do not own any of these characters. Cuz if I did, I'd be so rich, I wouldn't have to write the stories myself I could pay someone to do it. Unfortunately, as the blisters on my fingers can attest, twas me who wrote all this, be it drivel or half-decent.
In any case, this is my first LOTR fanfic. And although I love the series, I'm not fanatical about it so any mistakes should just be attributed to my lack of knowledge of things Tolkien. And on the star trek side; I truly haven't watched an ep. In quite some time, so if I don't quite get the flow of the show, find it in your vast heart to forgive. Remember, to err is human, to forgive divine.
Thanx ^_^
And now....
In a not too distant future...
A lone ensign sang to himself while tending plants in a hydroponics bay. His name for the moment was Luke Greenman. He was currently serving on the star ship voyager and although they were lost thousands of light years away from his home planet earth he was content. He lived a solitary life doing his work quickly and to perfection. 'Luke' stayed away from the other members of the crew. They had a tendency to gawk at his long blonde hair, and worst of all, they may notice that he's not getting any older. So he stayed in the hydroponics bay most of the time, with the plants and trees that he loved, and tried to stay off the radar of the senior staff.
In a time lost to history...
Queen Arwen was also in a garden. She was waiting for her husband, king Aragorn of Gondor, so they could leave Minas Tirith for a much needed vacation. Estel, as she still referred to him, was late. He's probably stuck in a meeting, or surrounded by a throng of adoring peasants. She thought. It was true, Aragorn was a loved king, he had brought Gondor into a time of peace and prosperity.
While they were gone, Gondor would be charged to his most trusted chancellors. Her musings were interrupted as her keen elvish hearing picked up her husbands soft footsteps coming into the garden. They greeted and embraced lovingly. Aragorn took her hand and the exited Minas Tirith without a sound.
Voyager
Commander Chakotay was walking down one of Voyager's static hallways on the way to the bridge. He was conducting annual performance reviews, a job, which he found dull, and a nuisance. The commander sighed as he calculated how long it would take him to finish everyone on board: 2 days at 8 hours each. The commander sighed again. He would start with upper ranks and work his way down. As he was thinking, a lone ensign brushed by him, a fleeting image of blue uniform and blonde hair.
That ensign was, of course, Luke. He had tensed slightly when the commander passed him, as some humans were able to sense the one thing that made him different from every member of the crew. Immortality. Luke was an elf. He once went by the name of Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood, but people get a little suspicious when the same name shows up century after century.
Not that he was exposed.
Over the years he learned how to blend in as best he could. With the extra help of a few enchanted trinkets he had picked up in his long life, only a few very sensitive humans could recognize that he was different. Another Elf would see him for what he is though. But that was hardly an issue, the last time he had seen a true colony of elfs was almost 1000 years ago when he had left the Valinor to return to Middle-earth.
He reflected on when he had first stepped foot onto 'Europe'. Legolas was amazed by the progress humans had made in such a relatively short time. They still had a long way to go, but the foundations had been laid for a great people. Then they had discovered Valinor. They called it 'The Americas' and sent scores of settlers, loaded with guns and greed. When Legolas returned in the 1900's, he found the land over run by humans and the industrial revolution. He found the air choked, and his people scattered in the small pockets of nature that remained untouched. The elves he did find had become bitter and spiteful towards the men that had invaded and taken their homes. Again. The last time he had seen the Lady Galadriel at the turn off the millennium, she was as fair and kind as before, knowing that mankind was forging it's own path and not wanting to interfere. Then after the third world war, he had not been able to locate another of his kind. He never knew what happened to them. Once, he found a note from his father, burnt and crumpled from bombing raids, that said something about finding their place once more, and that Legolas was to meet them at some place. The address had been burned beyond legibility.
He still had that note. And when he learned that humans were taking to the stars, which he so loved, he had to join. That's how he ended up in Starfleet, lost in the delta quadrant. It would take them 50 years to get back home.
For the first time in his life, Legolas Greenleaf was trapped. The crew would age and die and he would be left alone on the ship. Legolas had once asked Elrond why they didn't reveal to humans that they were elves. He had related a tale of witch trials and imprisonment. Anyone who had told the truth had been burned or locked away as 'crazies' and 'crack-heads'. Since then Legolas had always hidden his true self. But what was he to do now? 'Luke' could not disappear and show up as some other person, and people would notice his eternal youth. What would they do to him then? Legolas was not sure he wanted to find out.
He had reached his quarters and sparing a moment to gaze at his two white knives and bow mounted on the wall, he collapsed onto his couch and drifted off into his dream world.
Middle-earth.
Aragorn and Arwen were headed to Lothlorien. The elfs had left some time ago, but the two wished to revisit the glory that once resided there. To walk among the trees where they had first fell in love.
The trees sighed at Arwen Eventstar's return. The Mallorn tree's had a long memory and still recalled the elven-folk of times past. Arwen sighed happily and Aragorn smiled at this. "Where would you like to go first?" He asked.
"The city." She said.
With a nod he agreed and they headed for what ever remained. Along the way they stopped to have a meal. Aragorn, not forgetting his time as a ranger had caught a white tailed deer and was preparing a lovely stew.
"Can you feel it Aragorn?" Arwen asked, his eyes glazing a bit.
"Feel what?" he asked.
"The lady." She said breathless, "Galadriel, I still feel her. Her power lingers."
Aragorn stopped what he was doing and listened. The animals were hushed in a kind of reverence for the lady of the wood. The stew was boiling and the moment was broken.
Voyager
Chakotay was taking a break from the reviews and was visiting the captain.
He had finished the senior staff and the lieutenant commanders. The captain asked for an update.
"...and then ensigns Rohanna, Mickaff, Greenman, Mo'rkvad..."
"Wait." The captain said. "Who's ensign Greenman?"
"He works in hydroponics and sometimes in the science labs."
"I don't think I know him."
"I only see him for these reports, and maybe once or twice in the mess hall." Chakotay answered.
The captain was a little perturbed by the thought of not knowing her crew as well as she thought. "When you are done with the reviews, I would like to speak to him."
"Aye aye." Chakotay said with a smirk and continued on his way.
Middle earth.
The air had changed. Something had died nearby, painfully. Aragorn put out a hand in front of Arwen, a signal to let him go first. Arwen 'harrumphed' and moved beside him.
Creeping slowly, the two came across a tiny glade. Arwen heard a snuffling snort coming from the far side.
"Aragorn." She said and pointed. Two orcs were feasting on a freshly caught human. Rage coursed though the king of Gondor, at the thought of orcs inside the forest of Lothlorien. He let out a bellow and ran towards them, Arwen close behind, sword drawn.
The orcs were fresh after eating, and returned his yell. The four crashed into battle. These orcs were of the few that survived the War of the Ring due to their skill and cunning and thus were a formidable challenge. Arwen slashed, her opponent ducked and brought his fist up under her jaw. She spun away and fell to the ground. Aragorn parried a monster blow from his orc. The swords met, and the sound echoed through the sacred forest. Arwen was getting up when she found the orc ready to take her head; his jagged sword already on it's down stroke. She closed her eyes at the last second.
To be continued...
Please review, makes me happy ^_^
Next chapter up soon.
In any case, this is my first LOTR fanfic. And although I love the series, I'm not fanatical about it so any mistakes should just be attributed to my lack of knowledge of things Tolkien. And on the star trek side; I truly haven't watched an ep. In quite some time, so if I don't quite get the flow of the show, find it in your vast heart to forgive. Remember, to err is human, to forgive divine.
Thanx ^_^
And now....
In a not too distant future...
A lone ensign sang to himself while tending plants in a hydroponics bay. His name for the moment was Luke Greenman. He was currently serving on the star ship voyager and although they were lost thousands of light years away from his home planet earth he was content. He lived a solitary life doing his work quickly and to perfection. 'Luke' stayed away from the other members of the crew. They had a tendency to gawk at his long blonde hair, and worst of all, they may notice that he's not getting any older. So he stayed in the hydroponics bay most of the time, with the plants and trees that he loved, and tried to stay off the radar of the senior staff.
In a time lost to history...
Queen Arwen was also in a garden. She was waiting for her husband, king Aragorn of Gondor, so they could leave Minas Tirith for a much needed vacation. Estel, as she still referred to him, was late. He's probably stuck in a meeting, or surrounded by a throng of adoring peasants. She thought. It was true, Aragorn was a loved king, he had brought Gondor into a time of peace and prosperity.
While they were gone, Gondor would be charged to his most trusted chancellors. Her musings were interrupted as her keen elvish hearing picked up her husbands soft footsteps coming into the garden. They greeted and embraced lovingly. Aragorn took her hand and the exited Minas Tirith without a sound.
Voyager
Commander Chakotay was walking down one of Voyager's static hallways on the way to the bridge. He was conducting annual performance reviews, a job, which he found dull, and a nuisance. The commander sighed as he calculated how long it would take him to finish everyone on board: 2 days at 8 hours each. The commander sighed again. He would start with upper ranks and work his way down. As he was thinking, a lone ensign brushed by him, a fleeting image of blue uniform and blonde hair.
That ensign was, of course, Luke. He had tensed slightly when the commander passed him, as some humans were able to sense the one thing that made him different from every member of the crew. Immortality. Luke was an elf. He once went by the name of Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood, but people get a little suspicious when the same name shows up century after century.
Not that he was exposed.
Over the years he learned how to blend in as best he could. With the extra help of a few enchanted trinkets he had picked up in his long life, only a few very sensitive humans could recognize that he was different. Another Elf would see him for what he is though. But that was hardly an issue, the last time he had seen a true colony of elfs was almost 1000 years ago when he had left the Valinor to return to Middle-earth.
He reflected on when he had first stepped foot onto 'Europe'. Legolas was amazed by the progress humans had made in such a relatively short time. They still had a long way to go, but the foundations had been laid for a great people. Then they had discovered Valinor. They called it 'The Americas' and sent scores of settlers, loaded with guns and greed. When Legolas returned in the 1900's, he found the land over run by humans and the industrial revolution. He found the air choked, and his people scattered in the small pockets of nature that remained untouched. The elves he did find had become bitter and spiteful towards the men that had invaded and taken their homes. Again. The last time he had seen the Lady Galadriel at the turn off the millennium, she was as fair and kind as before, knowing that mankind was forging it's own path and not wanting to interfere. Then after the third world war, he had not been able to locate another of his kind. He never knew what happened to them. Once, he found a note from his father, burnt and crumpled from bombing raids, that said something about finding their place once more, and that Legolas was to meet them at some place. The address had been burned beyond legibility.
He still had that note. And when he learned that humans were taking to the stars, which he so loved, he had to join. That's how he ended up in Starfleet, lost in the delta quadrant. It would take them 50 years to get back home.
For the first time in his life, Legolas Greenleaf was trapped. The crew would age and die and he would be left alone on the ship. Legolas had once asked Elrond why they didn't reveal to humans that they were elves. He had related a tale of witch trials and imprisonment. Anyone who had told the truth had been burned or locked away as 'crazies' and 'crack-heads'. Since then Legolas had always hidden his true self. But what was he to do now? 'Luke' could not disappear and show up as some other person, and people would notice his eternal youth. What would they do to him then? Legolas was not sure he wanted to find out.
He had reached his quarters and sparing a moment to gaze at his two white knives and bow mounted on the wall, he collapsed onto his couch and drifted off into his dream world.
Middle-earth.
Aragorn and Arwen were headed to Lothlorien. The elfs had left some time ago, but the two wished to revisit the glory that once resided there. To walk among the trees where they had first fell in love.
The trees sighed at Arwen Eventstar's return. The Mallorn tree's had a long memory and still recalled the elven-folk of times past. Arwen sighed happily and Aragorn smiled at this. "Where would you like to go first?" He asked.
"The city." She said.
With a nod he agreed and they headed for what ever remained. Along the way they stopped to have a meal. Aragorn, not forgetting his time as a ranger had caught a white tailed deer and was preparing a lovely stew.
"Can you feel it Aragorn?" Arwen asked, his eyes glazing a bit.
"Feel what?" he asked.
"The lady." She said breathless, "Galadriel, I still feel her. Her power lingers."
Aragorn stopped what he was doing and listened. The animals were hushed in a kind of reverence for the lady of the wood. The stew was boiling and the moment was broken.
Voyager
Chakotay was taking a break from the reviews and was visiting the captain.
He had finished the senior staff and the lieutenant commanders. The captain asked for an update.
"...and then ensigns Rohanna, Mickaff, Greenman, Mo'rkvad..."
"Wait." The captain said. "Who's ensign Greenman?"
"He works in hydroponics and sometimes in the science labs."
"I don't think I know him."
"I only see him for these reports, and maybe once or twice in the mess hall." Chakotay answered.
The captain was a little perturbed by the thought of not knowing her crew as well as she thought. "When you are done with the reviews, I would like to speak to him."
"Aye aye." Chakotay said with a smirk and continued on his way.
Middle earth.
The air had changed. Something had died nearby, painfully. Aragorn put out a hand in front of Arwen, a signal to let him go first. Arwen 'harrumphed' and moved beside him.
Creeping slowly, the two came across a tiny glade. Arwen heard a snuffling snort coming from the far side.
"Aragorn." She said and pointed. Two orcs were feasting on a freshly caught human. Rage coursed though the king of Gondor, at the thought of orcs inside the forest of Lothlorien. He let out a bellow and ran towards them, Arwen close behind, sword drawn.
The orcs were fresh after eating, and returned his yell. The four crashed into battle. These orcs were of the few that survived the War of the Ring due to their skill and cunning and thus were a formidable challenge. Arwen slashed, her opponent ducked and brought his fist up under her jaw. She spun away and fell to the ground. Aragorn parried a monster blow from his orc. The swords met, and the sound echoed through the sacred forest. Arwen was getting up when she found the orc ready to take her head; his jagged sword already on it's down stroke. She closed her eyes at the last second.
To be continued...
Please review, makes me happy ^_^
Next chapter up soon.