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Chapter Six - Strange Discoveries
Basement Office
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:00 AM
"Hey, Mulder. Take a look at this." Scully pointed to the results from the blood and DNA tests.
"What about it?" Mulder leaned in closer.
"One of our lab technicians noticed that some of the cells we gave him seemed odd. Very odd. Look at this graph that monitored the mitosis process. Whoever this guy is, he has something weird going on with his cells. Their telomeres never shorten with each division."
"So what does this mean? Telomeres have something to do with the aging process, right?"
"Yeah. Most human cells can only divide 30 to 50 times before the telomeres become too short and the cell reach a stage called 'senescence.' From what we've observed of his cells, they never reach that stage." Scully rubbed her eyes wearily. "This could mean that he's essentially... immortal."
"I hate to say this, Scully... but I told you so." Mulder smirked. "Didn't I say that he was an elf? Elves are immortal."
"Maybe this guy has extremely good genes. But I still don't buy your theory that he came straight out of Middle-earth."
"Why don't you let me try talking to him? Maybe I can cobble together some information on how he got here. You said that he claimed to be from Eryn Lasgalen? That's Mirkwood. Straight out of Tolkien's books."
"All right. But you know, with him not speaking English and you not speaking Elvish, I'm not sure how much help this will be."
Interrogation Room
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:15 AM
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up warily in response. He had thought these people would help him, but they seem to wish him harm more than anything else. And this room... He did not like this room at all. It was a metal cage. No windows, no decorations. Only a giant mirror, which seemed strangely out of place with everything else.
"Legolas. I need you to talk to me." The man spoke in a soothing voice, as though he were attempting to calm a frightened animal. Legolas bristled at the implied condescension, but showed no emotion on his face.
"Legolas. What is happening? Why are orcs suddenly here in DC? Who is responsible for this? Sauron?"
Legolas hissed at the mention of Sauron's name. Sauron was not here. He couldn't be. He was destroyed, along with his Ring. But he did remember the dark presence that reached out for him. A darkness fouler and more ancient than the Ring. More ancient than Sauron. There was only one this could be. He had heard tales of a Vala fallen from grace. Sauron's master. He had sensed some of this darkness when he encountered the Balrog in Moria. But this was much worse. He looked at the man, and spoke only one word. "Morgoth."
He saw the man draw back and think, as though he could not recall the name. "Morgoth. Okay. How do we stop him? Kill Morgoth?"
Legolas could not understand the man fully, but he recognized the venom and deadliness behind the word "kill." Does this man hope to destroy Morgoth? Legolas shook his head. Impossible. He alone could not fight this force. Nor could these strange creatures he had encountered despite their mysterious weapons. But we must. We must stop this or Morgoth will unleash his brutal reign in this world.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Sensing that Legolas would not be forthcoming with more information, the man stood up and left. Soon after, guards came to escort Legolas to a cell in what he perceived to be a dungeon. He did not try to fight them, still lost in his own thoughts.
Basement Office
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:30 AM
"Okay. We have a name. Now we just need to look up the information about him."
"Mulder? Are you seriously contemplating trusting this guy's word?" asked Scully, worried. "If he's wrong, this could be a costly mistake."
"We have to trust him for now. The attacks have escalated and we have as many people as we can spare working the alternatives. We should focus on this lead. Just in case it works out."
"Fine. Where do we start?"
"Well, Morgoth is mostly mentioned in Tolkien's books that deal with events prior to and during the First Age. So I think we should look through those."
"Great. Let's skim them over. How many of these books are there?"
"There's the Silmarillion. The Unfinished Tales. Twelve volumes of the History of Middle-earth--"
"Mulder. Stop. We're not going to be able to go through all that information."
"Plan B: The Internet. Let's see if we can find some dedicated fans to give us the information."
"Much better. You go do that, while I head for the library to check out this 'Silmarillion' book. Maybe it'll have something."
DC Public Library
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
7:00 PM
Scully sat hunched over a table, a folder containing the case data she had gathered so far on her right, and a copy of "The Silmarillion" in front of her. She pulled out her notebook and made two columns with the headings "Legolas" and "Morgoth." Under the first heading, she wrote down the information she gathered on Legolas through the movies and her encounters with him.
Immortal. Blond. Pointy ears (Maybe he's born with it, maybe it's... plastic surgery?). Too Pretty. Stronger than he looks. Very quick. Expert with bow and arrow. Can only be sedated by double the normal dose of sedatives. Prone to bouts of random daydreaming. Afraid of fire and fiery creatures. Also afraid of girls - equates them with orcs. Note: Look up possible disorders to match said behaviour.
Scully flips the book open in front of her and skims through the first few chapters again. She took a deep breath and began to jot down notes on Morgoth.
Immortal. Vala (equivalent of angel, maybe?). Can't sing. Grumpy. Afraid of spiders. Likes shiny objects like Silmarils, etc.
She tapped her pen against the notebook and sighed. This is so pointless, she thought. If this Morgoth guy is anywhere near as powerful as he is described in these books, we're not going to be able to stop him. She took out a small mugshot of Legolas and began to doodle on it, drawing a mustache on his face, as her mind drifted away. She was still deep in thought when someone sat down at the same table at her and spoke.
"So, a fan of Legolas?" The man who spoke had short brown hair and wore thick glasses. He looked at her with clear disdain on his face. "You know, you're not gonna find anything about him in the Silmarillion. The only Legolas mentioned there is a different elf."
Scully snapped her notebook shut and looked back at the man, unfazed. "I know. Not that it's any of your business, but I was looking up information on Morgoth."
"Morgoth, eh? Where'd you get that name from? I didn't think you fangirls could read anything past Legolas' name."
"Excuse me?" Scully raised her eyebrows.
The man laughed. "Just kidding. No need to get all defensive! So what's this for anyway?"
Scully pursed her lips and thought for a second. Telling him that she's doing a background check on Morgoth for the purposes of an FBI investigation wouldn't go over too well. She finally replied. "Research."
The man smiled knowingly. "Not giving me any specifics?" He chuckled. "On second thought, maybe I don't really need to know. You're not planning on slashing Legolas with Morgoth are you?"
"Uh. Slashing? I didn't think Morgoth could be defeated by a sword? And doesn't Legolas use arrows for the most part anyway?"
"Err. Never mind. So, need any help with the research? I've read all of Tolkien's books, including the 12 volumes of the History of Middle-earth."
"Feeling bored?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"Hmm... Well, you could tell me all the ways to kill or otherwise imprison this Morgoth without supernatural powers..." What the Hell. It's a long shot, but it beats reading all those books myself, thought Scully as she asked the question.
"Doubtful."
"Damn. Doesn't he die, though? I mean... shouldn't he die, like Sauron did?"
"He's been imprisoned in the void before, but never really died in any of the books. Although..."
"Yes?" Scully leaned forward, eyes intent.
"This is a topic of a lot of dispute - whether Tolkien meant it or not, and all that nonsense - but there was a prophecy that said Morgoth would return and eventually be defeated by the Valar and killed by Turin Turambar. It's in the fourth volume of the 'History of Middle-earth' if you want to look for it."
Scully slumped back in her chair. A prophecy. That wouldn't help her. Except for Legolas, and apparently, this Morgoth guy, there was nobody else from Middle-earth in her world that she knew about.
"Hey come on. Don't look so depressed. It's not like you have to actually defeat Morgoth in real life or anything, right?"
She laughed. "I guess not. Well, thanks for your help--"
"--Unless you're working on the 'Middle-earth Massacre' case?"
"What did you say?"
"It's all over the news. Can't miss it, really."
Scully glared at him suspiciously. "Is that why you came over?"
The man laughed and adjusted his glasses. "Nah. I came over to ask you out. Just happened to notice the kind of research you're doing."
Scully blinked. Hoo boy. Okay. Time to go. "Anyway. I should go now. Please call the FBI hotline if you have any tips for the case. Bye." She stood up abruptly, gathered her things, and headed for the door. As she left, she heard the man call out after her.
"So, I should take that as 'no,' then?"
Chapter 7 - The Prophecy of the Last Battle
Chapter Six - Strange Discoveries
Basement Office
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:00 AM
"Hey, Mulder. Take a look at this." Scully pointed to the results from the blood and DNA tests.
"What about it?" Mulder leaned in closer.
"One of our lab technicians noticed that some of the cells we gave him seemed odd. Very odd. Look at this graph that monitored the mitosis process. Whoever this guy is, he has something weird going on with his cells. Their telomeres never shorten with each division."
"So what does this mean? Telomeres have something to do with the aging process, right?"
"Yeah. Most human cells can only divide 30 to 50 times before the telomeres become too short and the cell reach a stage called 'senescence.' From what we've observed of his cells, they never reach that stage." Scully rubbed her eyes wearily. "This could mean that he's essentially... immortal."
"I hate to say this, Scully... but I told you so." Mulder smirked. "Didn't I say that he was an elf? Elves are immortal."
"Maybe this guy has extremely good genes. But I still don't buy your theory that he came straight out of Middle-earth."
"Why don't you let me try talking to him? Maybe I can cobble together some information on how he got here. You said that he claimed to be from Eryn Lasgalen? That's Mirkwood. Straight out of Tolkien's books."
"All right. But you know, with him not speaking English and you not speaking Elvish, I'm not sure how much help this will be."
Interrogation Room
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:15 AM
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up warily in response. He had thought these people would help him, but they seem to wish him harm more than anything else. And this room... He did not like this room at all. It was a metal cage. No windows, no decorations. Only a giant mirror, which seemed strangely out of place with everything else.
"Legolas. I need you to talk to me." The man spoke in a soothing voice, as though he were attempting to calm a frightened animal. Legolas bristled at the implied condescension, but showed no emotion on his face.
"Legolas. What is happening? Why are orcs suddenly here in DC? Who is responsible for this? Sauron?"
Legolas hissed at the mention of Sauron's name. Sauron was not here. He couldn't be. He was destroyed, along with his Ring. But he did remember the dark presence that reached out for him. A darkness fouler and more ancient than the Ring. More ancient than Sauron. There was only one this could be. He had heard tales of a Vala fallen from grace. Sauron's master. He had sensed some of this darkness when he encountered the Balrog in Moria. But this was much worse. He looked at the man, and spoke only one word. "Morgoth."
He saw the man draw back and think, as though he could not recall the name. "Morgoth. Okay. How do we stop him? Kill Morgoth?"
Legolas could not understand the man fully, but he recognized the venom and deadliness behind the word "kill." Does this man hope to destroy Morgoth? Legolas shook his head. Impossible. He alone could not fight this force. Nor could these strange creatures he had encountered despite their mysterious weapons. But we must. We must stop this or Morgoth will unleash his brutal reign in this world.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Sensing that Legolas would not be forthcoming with more information, the man stood up and left. Soon after, guards came to escort Legolas to a cell in what he perceived to be a dungeon. He did not try to fight them, still lost in his own thoughts.
Basement Office
FBI Headquarters
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
9:30 AM
"Okay. We have a name. Now we just need to look up the information about him."
"Mulder? Are you seriously contemplating trusting this guy's word?" asked Scully, worried. "If he's wrong, this could be a costly mistake."
"We have to trust him for now. The attacks have escalated and we have as many people as we can spare working the alternatives. We should focus on this lead. Just in case it works out."
"Fine. Where do we start?"
"Well, Morgoth is mostly mentioned in Tolkien's books that deal with events prior to and during the First Age. So I think we should look through those."
"Great. Let's skim them over. How many of these books are there?"
"There's the Silmarillion. The Unfinished Tales. Twelve volumes of the History of Middle-earth--"
"Mulder. Stop. We're not going to be able to go through all that information."
"Plan B: The Internet. Let's see if we can find some dedicated fans to give us the information."
"Much better. You go do that, while I head for the library to check out this 'Silmarillion' book. Maybe it'll have something."
DC Public Library
Washington, DC
May 25th, 2002
7:00 PM
Scully sat hunched over a table, a folder containing the case data she had gathered so far on her right, and a copy of "The Silmarillion" in front of her. She pulled out her notebook and made two columns with the headings "Legolas" and "Morgoth." Under the first heading, she wrote down the information she gathered on Legolas through the movies and her encounters with him.
Immortal. Blond. Pointy ears (Maybe he's born with it, maybe it's... plastic surgery?). Too Pretty. Stronger than he looks. Very quick. Expert with bow and arrow. Can only be sedated by double the normal dose of sedatives. Prone to bouts of random daydreaming. Afraid of fire and fiery creatures. Also afraid of girls - equates them with orcs. Note: Look up possible disorders to match said behaviour.
Scully flips the book open in front of her and skims through the first few chapters again. She took a deep breath and began to jot down notes on Morgoth.
Immortal. Vala (equivalent of angel, maybe?). Can't sing. Grumpy. Afraid of spiders. Likes shiny objects like Silmarils, etc.
She tapped her pen against the notebook and sighed. This is so pointless, she thought. If this Morgoth guy is anywhere near as powerful as he is described in these books, we're not going to be able to stop him. She took out a small mugshot of Legolas and began to doodle on it, drawing a mustache on his face, as her mind drifted away. She was still deep in thought when someone sat down at the same table at her and spoke.
"So, a fan of Legolas?" The man who spoke had short brown hair and wore thick glasses. He looked at her with clear disdain on his face. "You know, you're not gonna find anything about him in the Silmarillion. The only Legolas mentioned there is a different elf."
Scully snapped her notebook shut and looked back at the man, unfazed. "I know. Not that it's any of your business, but I was looking up information on Morgoth."
"Morgoth, eh? Where'd you get that name from? I didn't think you fangirls could read anything past Legolas' name."
"Excuse me?" Scully raised her eyebrows.
The man laughed. "Just kidding. No need to get all defensive! So what's this for anyway?"
Scully pursed her lips and thought for a second. Telling him that she's doing a background check on Morgoth for the purposes of an FBI investigation wouldn't go over too well. She finally replied. "Research."
The man smiled knowingly. "Not giving me any specifics?" He chuckled. "On second thought, maybe I don't really need to know. You're not planning on slashing Legolas with Morgoth are you?"
"Uh. Slashing? I didn't think Morgoth could be defeated by a sword? And doesn't Legolas use arrows for the most part anyway?"
"Err. Never mind. So, need any help with the research? I've read all of Tolkien's books, including the 12 volumes of the History of Middle-earth."
"Feeling bored?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"Hmm... Well, you could tell me all the ways to kill or otherwise imprison this Morgoth without supernatural powers..." What the Hell. It's a long shot, but it beats reading all those books myself, thought Scully as she asked the question.
"Doubtful."
"Damn. Doesn't he die, though? I mean... shouldn't he die, like Sauron did?"
"He's been imprisoned in the void before, but never really died in any of the books. Although..."
"Yes?" Scully leaned forward, eyes intent.
"This is a topic of a lot of dispute - whether Tolkien meant it or not, and all that nonsense - but there was a prophecy that said Morgoth would return and eventually be defeated by the Valar and killed by Turin Turambar. It's in the fourth volume of the 'History of Middle-earth' if you want to look for it."
Scully slumped back in her chair. A prophecy. That wouldn't help her. Except for Legolas, and apparently, this Morgoth guy, there was nobody else from Middle-earth in her world that she knew about.
"Hey come on. Don't look so depressed. It's not like you have to actually defeat Morgoth in real life or anything, right?"
She laughed. "I guess not. Well, thanks for your help--"
"--Unless you're working on the 'Middle-earth Massacre' case?"
"What did you say?"
"It's all over the news. Can't miss it, really."
Scully glared at him suspiciously. "Is that why you came over?"
The man laughed and adjusted his glasses. "Nah. I came over to ask you out. Just happened to notice the kind of research you're doing."
Scully blinked. Hoo boy. Okay. Time to go. "Anyway. I should go now. Please call the FBI hotline if you have any tips for the case. Bye." She stood up abruptly, gathered her things, and headed for the door. As she left, she heard the man call out after her.
"So, I should take that as 'no,' then?"
Chapter 7 - The Prophecy of the Last Battle