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Reference Information: If you are unfamiliar with any characters or facts in this fanfic, check the Appendix. It should be the very last chapter of the fanfic.
Chapter Four - Uneasy Alliances
May 22nd, 2002
11:21 A.M.
Alex Krycek stared down at his captive and frowned, unsure of why the man's eyes were still open. This was supposed to knock him out for at least another half hour! he thought. And I know my weapons suppliers aren't crooked...
"Hey, Dwight, do you think that guy's awake?" Krycek turned to a large man dozing off near him and nudged him slightly.
"How should I know?" the man answered grumpily. "Maybe he just got new contacts. Or maybe he's one of those freaks that can't blink... Think I saw something about that on the Discovery Channel the other day...Eyelid muscle atrophy or something..."
As Dwight continued to mumble incoherently, Krycek turned away in disgust and gave his captive a swift kick. No reaction. Krycek glared at him for a few seconds, then went to make himself a cup of coffee. Maybe he is asleep, conceded Krycek reluctantly, sighing. Let's just hope he wakes up when he's supposed to. This one is important, judging from what the smoking man said... or rather, what he didn't say. At that thought, Krycek chuckled. And that smoking bastard is dead wrong if he thinks that I'll actually hand over this prisoner without at least finding out what he's worth.
Legolas shifted slightly in his seat as soon as he observed his captor turning away from him. The coarse restraints placed around him were far from comfortable, and it did not help that he had to feign unconsciousness. Unfortunately, this was made even more difficult by the fact that he had to keep his eyes open, for closing them would have meant movement, and thus, discovery. He resisted the urge to simply break free from his restraints and attack his captors, as he was still unsure of their true strength.
Seeing that one of his captors was almost asleep, and the other one with his back still turned to him, Legolas took the opportunity to observe them further. The man that had kicked him earlier seemed to be preoccupied with a strange piece of machinery... having trouble with it for some reason. His arm! Legolas almost gasped in surprise. 'Tis not made of flesh! He narrowed his eyes and tried to get a better glimpse of the man's arm. It appeared to be made of wood, and would only move stiffly. Aie! What creature is this? Whence did he come from? wondered Legolas, furrowing his brows. Surely he is not one of the second-born, as their limbs were never said to be made of wood. Hmm... the only creatures I know of that have wooden limbs are the Onodrim and their followers... Nay... surely not! Yet... the Onodrim have lost their mates long ago... Perhaps they have...?
Before Legolas could speculate any further, the man moved again and the elf quickly resumed his fixed expression, while pondering the situation. Currently, the men who captured him seemed to be waiting for something... or perhaps, someone. The rest of the group had already left when he woke up, but these two men still remained, most likely to keep an eye on him.
The man with the wooden arm - the Galadhion, or tree-son as Legolas had come to think of him, was most likely to be a tough adversary. There was simply something about the calculating look on the man's face that set off alarms within Legolas' mind.
As for the other man, Legolas did not consider him as much of an overt threat. He was clearly more interested in Galadhion's actions than anything else, silently monitoring the other man every once in awhile. There was no doubt that he was a spy of some sort, but he did not strike Legolas as a someone who would pose a threat to him. In fact, judging from how quickly the man lost interest in his surroundings, it was unlikely that he was accustomed to such a line of work. Still, Legolas dubbed the man Ethir -- spy.
As Galadhion began speaking again, Legolas pulled away from his thoughts and began to carefully memorize the sounds, trying to interpret the words as best he could. This foreign language was very different from Sindarin, or even Westron, but Legolas found that he could glean the general meanings of the sentences if he concentrated enough on the tones and body language of the speaker.
At first, the conversation proceeded as many others that Legolas had heard before. However, his keen ears quickly picked up a change in mood in Galadhion's voice. Then, the click of something metallic caught Legolas' attention. That sound! Before he could react any further, a bright flash was seen, and a bang echoed through the room. Though the sound was slightly muffled, it still resonated harshly against Legolas' sensitive ears and he cringed, unable to block out the jarring sound. When the brightness faded from his view, Legolas' eyes widened in surprise as he saw the Ethir down on the ground, amidst a puddle of blood.
"Thought that might wake you up," said Galadhion nonchalantly as he pulled Legolas up from his chair. Legolas risked a hurried glance at the man, trying to determine what had just been said, before the hot barrel of Galadhion's weapon was pushed against his temple. Legolas' whole body tensed as he prepared to fight for his life. To his surprise, Galadhion did not use his weapon at all... instead, he untied the restraints around Legolas' body and pushed him forward to the door.
Sensing an opportunity for escape, Legolas immediately whirled around on his captor and threw him hard onto the ground. For a few moments, the man merely stayed on the ground, stunned. However, just as Legolas prepared to escape from the door, another bang was heard and he felt a hot, painful sensation in his side. He immediately clutched at his wound, but the blood continued to spill. Soon, the world faded from his view again.
Al's Wait and Eat
May 22nd, 2002
Noon
Scully tapped her fingers impatiently on the table as she watched Mulder munch on... some sort of strange goop on his plate.
"Mulder, can you hurry up? We're supposed to be investigating a case!"
"It's not my fault this is taking so long," replied Mulder. "The food just arrived a few minutes ago! I guess this place isn't called the 'Wait and Eat' for no reason..."
"Which just begs the question - why are we here, and not at a fast food restaurant?" asked Scully, rolling her eyes.
"Well, remember that tip we got this morning?"
"Um... No," answered Scully, giving Mulder a suspicious look.
"Oh. Heh. Must have forgot," said Mulder sheepishly. He coughed loudly and started to picking away at his food, suddenly finding it the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Mulder..." said Scully with a warning tone in her voice. "What did the tip say?"
Before Mulder could reply, his cell phone rang. He let out a loud whoop and answered it.
"Saved by the bell!" He paused. "Ahem. I mean -- Hello?"
Scully sighed and looked out the window at the scenery. Mulder could be so infuriating sometimes...
"What?" exclaimed Mulder suddenly. "That's Legolas! You have Legolas?"
Immediately, everyone in the diner turned to look in their direction. Several teenage girls who were huddled together in a corner began giggling, and one of them turned around, gave Mulder a knowing look and winked. Shaking her head in disbelief, Scully buried her face in her hands, hoping that no one would recognize her.
"Waiter! Cheque please!" yelled Mulder, attracting even more attention to their table. Immediately, a young man with bright orange hair walked over, with a name tag that said "Al's Waiter." As Mulder paid for the meal, he chuckled softly. Creative name, he thought to himself. "Okay, c'mon, Scully, let's get outta here!"
Scully began to ask Mulder a question, but changed her mind and followed him silently. Sometimes, it's better not to know.
After the pair had walked out of the diner, the strange-looking waiter headed immediately for the phones and began to talk in a hushed whisper, eyes darting around shiftily.
DC General Hospital
Washington, DC
May 22nd, 2002
1:00 PM
"So, we finally get to meet this evil murderous elf of yours," commented Scully wryly.
"Actually, I've started reading the books, and I think he's supposed to be one of the good guys."
"Good guys don't generally go around shooting people full of arrows, Mulder."
"I'm sure he had a good reason for that!" replied Mulder.
"Yeah, maybe he thought that poor girl looked like an orc," retorted Scully.
"Ooh, so you've been reading the books, too, Scully?" asked Mulder teasingly.
"Uh... Actually, I just saw the movie," admitted Scully with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Scully!"
"What?" asked Scully defensively. "I didn't have time to start reading the books! Besides, we're not even sure if this information is actually true. I had to spend time exploring other, more plausible angles to this case, too."
Finally, they arrived at the hospital room of Legolas. Mulder peered inside, trying to get a better look at the patient within. "Hey, Scully, I think those are pointy ears I see!"
Mulder turned around.
"Scully? Where--" He jumped as someone tapped the window.
"I'm inside, Mulder," said Scully from the other side. Unfazed, Mulder grinned and entered the room as well.
"Aren't we supposed to wait for the doctor to let us in?"
"Well, I'm a doctor," replied Scully innocently. Without another word, she stepped towards the man -- or elf -- lying on the bed. Scully blinked several times, wondering if she was seeing correctly. Whoever this guy is, he looks identical to the Legolas in the movie! she thought, raising her eyebrow.
"Hey, Scully, if that eyebrow of yours goes any higher--"
"Shut up, Mulder," interrupted Scully. Leaning forward, she tugged experimentally at the patient's pointed ears.
The patient sat up immediately, a surprised look on his face. Scully pulled back, just as surprised.
"Hey, Mulder, didn't you say he was shot recently? He doesn't look very... hurt to me."
Mulder only shrugged and turned his attention to Legolas. "Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion!"
At that, Legolas' eyes lit up and he replied quickly with a long string of Elvish words. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to Legolas, Mulder understood none of it.
"Uh... Noro lim?" attempted Mulder feebly. Seeing the elf's confused look, he frantically searched his brain for more Elvish phrases that he'd found on that website. "Alae! Ered en Echoriath, ered e·mbar nín!"
Legolas glanced around, as if he were expecting to see something spectacular, then turned his confused gaze back on Mulder again.
"Mulder... if you're going to try and speak Elvish, it would help if you made sense."
"Of course I know that, Scully! It's just that... well, the websites I went to that had Sindarin phrases only had those listed... The rest are just individual verbs, nouns, and I don't know their grammar!"
"Wonderful," said Scully sarcastically. "And for all you know, you could have just declared war on the poor guy! Look... are there any words you found that might let him know that we need to bring him back to the Bureau?"
"Hmm... Let's see if I can piece together some of the words on the vocab list... Togen le nan FBI?"
"FBI?" repeated Legolas, still unused to the strange sounds of this new language.
"Yes," Mulder nodded vigorously. "Federal Bureau of Investigations!"
"Okay, we have to get moving, Mulder. I'll go sign the waiver forms and you get him out of here."
"All right," replied Mulder. "Legolas? Come! Um...Telich?"
With the help of Mulder's exaggerated gestures, Legolas finally understood what the man must mean, and decided to follow him.
The Onodrim are the Ents, and I had Legolas refer to the Huorns as their followers, since they were pretty much under the Ents' command. Ents & Huorns are basically talking, walking trees. As for Krycek's "wooden" limb, I figure that's how Legolas would interpret Krycek's prosthetic arm. His real left arm was amputated during his trip to Tunguska.
Elvish (Sindarin):
- Mae Govannen, Legolas Thranduilion - Well met, Legolas, son of Thranduil!
- Noro lim - Ride faster!
- Alae! Ered en Echoriath, ered e·mbar nín! - Behold! The mountains of Echoriath! The mountains of my home!
My Faulty Sindarin (phrases constructed with help of Ardalambion)
- Togen le nan FBI - I bring you to the FBI
- Telich - You come.
Well, my Sindarin certainly isn't perfect, and I'm not terribly familiar with their grammatical rules. However, I figure that Mulder isn't exactly an expert either, so this works out rather well. :-)
For more information, check the "Appendix" chapter.
Chapter 5 - Conspiracies & Cover-ups
Reference Information: If you are unfamiliar with any characters or facts in this fanfic, check the Appendix. It should be the very last chapter of the fanfic.
Chapter Four - Uneasy Alliances
May 22nd, 2002
11:21 A.M.
Alex Krycek stared down at his captive and frowned, unsure of why the man's eyes were still open. This was supposed to knock him out for at least another half hour! he thought. And I know my weapons suppliers aren't crooked...
"Hey, Dwight, do you think that guy's awake?" Krycek turned to a large man dozing off near him and nudged him slightly.
"How should I know?" the man answered grumpily. "Maybe he just got new contacts. Or maybe he's one of those freaks that can't blink... Think I saw something about that on the Discovery Channel the other day...Eyelid muscle atrophy or something..."
As Dwight continued to mumble incoherently, Krycek turned away in disgust and gave his captive a swift kick. No reaction. Krycek glared at him for a few seconds, then went to make himself a cup of coffee. Maybe he is asleep, conceded Krycek reluctantly, sighing. Let's just hope he wakes up when he's supposed to. This one is important, judging from what the smoking man said... or rather, what he didn't say. At that thought, Krycek chuckled. And that smoking bastard is dead wrong if he thinks that I'll actually hand over this prisoner without at least finding out what he's worth.
Legolas shifted slightly in his seat as soon as he observed his captor turning away from him. The coarse restraints placed around him were far from comfortable, and it did not help that he had to feign unconsciousness. Unfortunately, this was made even more difficult by the fact that he had to keep his eyes open, for closing them would have meant movement, and thus, discovery. He resisted the urge to simply break free from his restraints and attack his captors, as he was still unsure of their true strength.
Seeing that one of his captors was almost asleep, and the other one with his back still turned to him, Legolas took the opportunity to observe them further. The man that had kicked him earlier seemed to be preoccupied with a strange piece of machinery... having trouble with it for some reason. His arm! Legolas almost gasped in surprise. 'Tis not made of flesh! He narrowed his eyes and tried to get a better glimpse of the man's arm. It appeared to be made of wood, and would only move stiffly. Aie! What creature is this? Whence did he come from? wondered Legolas, furrowing his brows. Surely he is not one of the second-born, as their limbs were never said to be made of wood. Hmm... the only creatures I know of that have wooden limbs are the Onodrim and their followers... Nay... surely not! Yet... the Onodrim have lost their mates long ago... Perhaps they have...?
Before Legolas could speculate any further, the man moved again and the elf quickly resumed his fixed expression, while pondering the situation. Currently, the men who captured him seemed to be waiting for something... or perhaps, someone. The rest of the group had already left when he woke up, but these two men still remained, most likely to keep an eye on him.
The man with the wooden arm - the Galadhion, or tree-son as Legolas had come to think of him, was most likely to be a tough adversary. There was simply something about the calculating look on the man's face that set off alarms within Legolas' mind.
As for the other man, Legolas did not consider him as much of an overt threat. He was clearly more interested in Galadhion's actions than anything else, silently monitoring the other man every once in awhile. There was no doubt that he was a spy of some sort, but he did not strike Legolas as a someone who would pose a threat to him. In fact, judging from how quickly the man lost interest in his surroundings, it was unlikely that he was accustomed to such a line of work. Still, Legolas dubbed the man Ethir -- spy.
As Galadhion began speaking again, Legolas pulled away from his thoughts and began to carefully memorize the sounds, trying to interpret the words as best he could. This foreign language was very different from Sindarin, or even Westron, but Legolas found that he could glean the general meanings of the sentences if he concentrated enough on the tones and body language of the speaker.
At first, the conversation proceeded as many others that Legolas had heard before. However, his keen ears quickly picked up a change in mood in Galadhion's voice. Then, the click of something metallic caught Legolas' attention. That sound! Before he could react any further, a bright flash was seen, and a bang echoed through the room. Though the sound was slightly muffled, it still resonated harshly against Legolas' sensitive ears and he cringed, unable to block out the jarring sound. When the brightness faded from his view, Legolas' eyes widened in surprise as he saw the Ethir down on the ground, amidst a puddle of blood.
"Thought that might wake you up," said Galadhion nonchalantly as he pulled Legolas up from his chair. Legolas risked a hurried glance at the man, trying to determine what had just been said, before the hot barrel of Galadhion's weapon was pushed against his temple. Legolas' whole body tensed as he prepared to fight for his life. To his surprise, Galadhion did not use his weapon at all... instead, he untied the restraints around Legolas' body and pushed him forward to the door.
Sensing an opportunity for escape, Legolas immediately whirled around on his captor and threw him hard onto the ground. For a few moments, the man merely stayed on the ground, stunned. However, just as Legolas prepared to escape from the door, another bang was heard and he felt a hot, painful sensation in his side. He immediately clutched at his wound, but the blood continued to spill. Soon, the world faded from his view again.
Al's Wait and Eat
May 22nd, 2002
Noon
Scully tapped her fingers impatiently on the table as she watched Mulder munch on... some sort of strange goop on his plate.
"Mulder, can you hurry up? We're supposed to be investigating a case!"
"It's not my fault this is taking so long," replied Mulder. "The food just arrived a few minutes ago! I guess this place isn't called the 'Wait and Eat' for no reason..."
"Which just begs the question - why are we here, and not at a fast food restaurant?" asked Scully, rolling her eyes.
"Well, remember that tip we got this morning?"
"Um... No," answered Scully, giving Mulder a suspicious look.
"Oh. Heh. Must have forgot," said Mulder sheepishly. He coughed loudly and started to picking away at his food, suddenly finding it the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Mulder..." said Scully with a warning tone in her voice. "What did the tip say?"
Before Mulder could reply, his cell phone rang. He let out a loud whoop and answered it.
"Saved by the bell!" He paused. "Ahem. I mean -- Hello?"
Scully sighed and looked out the window at the scenery. Mulder could be so infuriating sometimes...
"What?" exclaimed Mulder suddenly. "That's Legolas! You have Legolas?"
Immediately, everyone in the diner turned to look in their direction. Several teenage girls who were huddled together in a corner began giggling, and one of them turned around, gave Mulder a knowing look and winked. Shaking her head in disbelief, Scully buried her face in her hands, hoping that no one would recognize her.
"Waiter! Cheque please!" yelled Mulder, attracting even more attention to their table. Immediately, a young man with bright orange hair walked over, with a name tag that said "Al's Waiter." As Mulder paid for the meal, he chuckled softly. Creative name, he thought to himself. "Okay, c'mon, Scully, let's get outta here!"
Scully began to ask Mulder a question, but changed her mind and followed him silently. Sometimes, it's better not to know.
After the pair had walked out of the diner, the strange-looking waiter headed immediately for the phones and began to talk in a hushed whisper, eyes darting around shiftily.
DC General Hospital
Washington, DC
May 22nd, 2002
1:00 PM
"So, we finally get to meet this evil murderous elf of yours," commented Scully wryly.
"Actually, I've started reading the books, and I think he's supposed to be one of the good guys."
"Good guys don't generally go around shooting people full of arrows, Mulder."
"I'm sure he had a good reason for that!" replied Mulder.
"Yeah, maybe he thought that poor girl looked like an orc," retorted Scully.
"Ooh, so you've been reading the books, too, Scully?" asked Mulder teasingly.
"Uh... Actually, I just saw the movie," admitted Scully with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Scully!"
"What?" asked Scully defensively. "I didn't have time to start reading the books! Besides, we're not even sure if this information is actually true. I had to spend time exploring other, more plausible angles to this case, too."
Finally, they arrived at the hospital room of Legolas. Mulder peered inside, trying to get a better look at the patient within. "Hey, Scully, I think those are pointy ears I see!"
Mulder turned around.
"Scully? Where--" He jumped as someone tapped the window.
"I'm inside, Mulder," said Scully from the other side. Unfazed, Mulder grinned and entered the room as well.
"Aren't we supposed to wait for the doctor to let us in?"
"Well, I'm a doctor," replied Scully innocently. Without another word, she stepped towards the man -- or elf -- lying on the bed. Scully blinked several times, wondering if she was seeing correctly. Whoever this guy is, he looks identical to the Legolas in the movie! she thought, raising her eyebrow.
"Hey, Scully, if that eyebrow of yours goes any higher--"
"Shut up, Mulder," interrupted Scully. Leaning forward, she tugged experimentally at the patient's pointed ears.
The patient sat up immediately, a surprised look on his face. Scully pulled back, just as surprised.
"Hey, Mulder, didn't you say he was shot recently? He doesn't look very... hurt to me."
Mulder only shrugged and turned his attention to Legolas. "Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion!"
At that, Legolas' eyes lit up and he replied quickly with a long string of Elvish words. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to Legolas, Mulder understood none of it.
"Uh... Noro lim?" attempted Mulder feebly. Seeing the elf's confused look, he frantically searched his brain for more Elvish phrases that he'd found on that website. "Alae! Ered en Echoriath, ered e·mbar nín!"
Legolas glanced around, as if he were expecting to see something spectacular, then turned his confused gaze back on Mulder again.
"Mulder... if you're going to try and speak Elvish, it would help if you made sense."
"Of course I know that, Scully! It's just that... well, the websites I went to that had Sindarin phrases only had those listed... The rest are just individual verbs, nouns, and I don't know their grammar!"
"Wonderful," said Scully sarcastically. "And for all you know, you could have just declared war on the poor guy! Look... are there any words you found that might let him know that we need to bring him back to the Bureau?"
"Hmm... Let's see if I can piece together some of the words on the vocab list... Togen le nan FBI?"
"FBI?" repeated Legolas, still unused to the strange sounds of this new language.
"Yes," Mulder nodded vigorously. "Federal Bureau of Investigations!"
"Okay, we have to get moving, Mulder. I'll go sign the waiver forms and you get him out of here."
"All right," replied Mulder. "Legolas? Come! Um...Telich?"
With the help of Mulder's exaggerated gestures, Legolas finally understood what the man must mean, and decided to follow him.
The Onodrim are the Ents, and I had Legolas refer to the Huorns as their followers, since they were pretty much under the Ents' command. Ents & Huorns are basically talking, walking trees. As for Krycek's "wooden" limb, I figure that's how Legolas would interpret Krycek's prosthetic arm. His real left arm was amputated during his trip to Tunguska.
Elvish (Sindarin):
- Mae Govannen, Legolas Thranduilion - Well met, Legolas, son of Thranduil!
- Noro lim - Ride faster!
- Alae! Ered en Echoriath, ered e·mbar nín! - Behold! The mountains of Echoriath! The mountains of my home!
My Faulty Sindarin (phrases constructed with help of Ardalambion)
- Togen le nan FBI - I bring you to the FBI
- Telich - You come.
Well, my Sindarin certainly isn't perfect, and I'm not terribly familiar with their grammatical rules. However, I figure that Mulder isn't exactly an expert either, so this works out rather well. :-)
For more information, check the "Appendix" chapter.
Chapter 5 - Conspiracies & Cover-ups