Author: Mirrordance

Title: For Every Evil

Summary: Legolas is a policeman in 2004. His colleagues start to wonder why the 10-yr veteran doesn't age & more trouble ahead after he runs across the Fellowship & some friends in modern incarnations, resurrected along with a new world-threatening peril.

6: For Every Evil

The World Wide Web

From: LelandGreene aol. com

To: Elrohir Seriously Rocks hotmail. com, Elladan hotmail. com

Subject: Some unexpected encounters

Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 00:10:48 EDT

      I really do not know where to begin.  My friends… in those times you've met his descendants, however did you manage to look upon Estel's face and not find him there, and not have him know you?

      Your brows raise, I can picture it.  You start to wonder what it is… who it is I may have found that pushes me to ask these questions suddenly.  Indeed, I have found his face, but he has not found me.

      A doctor named Adrian Aarons works in a hospital here.  Do not worry, I did not find this out the hard way (i.e. getting shot).  You did say Estel's descendants are many and have decided to go international and plague the rest of the world.  I suppose I just find it… strange, to say the least.  I've lived in great reserve all these years, all these centuries, and this is the first time since I saw him sleep to the last of his breaths that my eyes fell upon his face.

      Have you encountered his other descendants recently? Do they all look like him? How does Estel look like as a woman? Does Arwen resemble any of them? Do you know where they've all gone?

      I ask because I wonder, if this is just some random occurrence; I've stayed in Arda this long I was bound to run across some relative of his somewhere.  But then… is it a sign?

      Some days ago, I ran into a homeless old man who looked disturbingly like Mithrandir.  Am I going insane? Have you come across similarly strange encounters? What do you think?

      My friends… I am glad you found me.  I would otherwise be at a loss.  I can speak to no one else of these things.  Write me soon.

--Legolas

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From: Elladan hotmail. com

To: LeelandGreene aol. com, Elrohir Seriously Rocks hotmail. com

Subject: [Re:] Some unexpected encounters

Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 00:11:18 EDT

      Elrohir once said that, along the years, the edain have managed to invent a single word to encase the direness of situations such as yours: it's called shit.

      I prefer to call it trouble.  The Istari never appear at random, mellon-nin, we all know this.  Have you spoken with him? What did he say? Do you need us there? Are you absolutely certain it was him?

      To answer your question, Estel's descendants numbered so greatly that after awhile, we only kept track of the first sons, in that we may at least safeguard some part of his line.  But we do not give them some great-great-grandfatherly visits, if you wonder.  We watch them grow from the outside, as we must keep ourselves from the prying eyes of this changed world.

      I do not believe this is coincidence, though Elrohir and I are yet to have strange events about us.  Perhaps it is by virtue of you having been in the Fellowship.  I am a bit anxious to see what this is all about.  The world is different… the weapons are greater, and quicker, and… and… I pray we shall not be faced with a similar evil as those we've once felled.

      As for your other question, I have seen Estel's face on a woman.  The line is inalienably beautiful, even that.  And I have seen Arwen's likeness too… it breaks my heart and all at once strengthens it.  My sister is still immortal in this sense after all.

      Such events are understandably hard… perhaps it is why Elrohir and I have backed away, aside from practical reasons.  But these encounters of yours… especially this case with Mithrandir… one wonders what the Vala have in store for us now.

-- Elladan

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From: Elrohir Seriously Rocks hotmail. com

To: LelandGreene hotmail. com, Elladan hotmail. com

Subject: [Re:][Re:] Some unexpected encounters

Date: Sun 22 Aug 2004 00:08:11 EDT

      Ah, Legolas, how fortunate for you that Elladan is very prompt with replying to you.  Why, he's completely forgotten about me! You menacing old warg-rider, I've not heard from you in days, I feared Ana's father may have already done away with you (I looked him up… he looks like the Godfather)!

      You see, Legolas, the blasted elf is in Milan with his lady-love.  Squandering the family fortune in some fancy place over there (was that not always my job?!).  Or are you staying over at her place…? Nasty fellow.  Our mother, she will have your head. 

      Oh, you pair of fools.  You worry much too much.  If it is all coincidence, well and good, life goes on.  You can befriend the Estel-incarnation and have a curveball in that well-ordered life of yours, Legolas.  Honestly? Someone has to set fire to your tail.  However, if all this is geared toward some greater purpose… well, we shall move forward as is our duty.  As is our destiny.  In this case I can view the situation more as hopeful, rather than, well, shitty.  The way I see it, having us all together at the very precipice of some new world-altering evil is a blessing.  It means that for every evil that rises, the gods give us ways to defeat it.  You know what people say nowadays.  God gives you rain but he also gives you the tools to make an umbrella.  Or something like that.

--Elrohir

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From: LelandGreene aol. com

To: Elrohir Seriously Rocks hotmail. com, Elladan hotmail. com

Subject: [Re:][Re:][Re:] Some unexpected encounters

Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2004 00:09:56 EDT

      My friends, I am going to do something wildly unprecedented. I am going to take a leave of absence.

      My mind is going in circles, I cannot think straight.  Some nights ago I found myself prowling the streets in search of a homeless old Istar, for the Valar's sake, I'm losing my mind.  I did not succeed, so I focused my attentions virtually stalking Adrian Aarons—old habits die hard, I suppose.  I remember how it felt like every time I took my eyes off Estel… it always made me nervous, wondering what in the world kind of brand new magnificently terrible strait he'd get into without my watchful eye.

      He caught me once, and he looked at me as if I was manic, but he had an easy way about him, and he said he remembered me from the hospital and asked if I was all right.  Embarrassing.  I said I saw him and wanted to catch up, because I had a health-related question.  I made up some silly old thing and he said I should see him in his office in a few days.  Of course I did not go, and I decided not to bother him for now.  He's stayed alive without me this long.

      Anyway, I've already expressed my intentions to my captain, who looked to me in this really silly way and asked me if I would kindly repeat what it was I said.  So I told him, I will close this latest case of mine, and then I will take a leave for a pair of months, which is just as well, since my partner is still recovering from some injuries and I do not want to disturb the duty rotations by being temporarily assigned to anyone else.

      And then he asked me if I was seriously ill.  Adrian Aarons gave him a call.  Are all of Estel's descendants nosy as well? Nevertheless, I simply told him, well, people take leaves all the time, don't they? And he pointed out that I've not taken a single day away for almost a decade, something grave must be going on, did somebody die?!

      Fair of him to be suspicious after all, I suppose.  But he let me do as I wished.  And so.  I've decided to spend my leave investigating this matter of Gandalf and Estel.  I could not in good conscience be thus distracted and have fates of others in my hands.  Although… I admit it was rather tempting to order our policemen to be on the lookout for a clear-eyed old homeless man.  Now I'm taking my leave and am therefore left to my own devices.  It is so hard sometimes to do the right thing.

-- Legolas

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To: LelandGreene hotmail. com, Elladan hotmail. com

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Subject: [Re:][Re:][Re:][Re:] Some unexpected encounters

      A leave, you say?! Mellon-nin, I have this most fantastic idea—

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      Elrohir's fingers were sailing across the keyboard and yet they did not feel fast enough to contain his excitement.  Muttering a curse, he abandoned the effort of e-mail writing altogether and fished for his cellphone.

      "Legolas!" he exclaimed, when the elf in America answered just halfway through the first ring. 

      "Greene," Legolas said sternly, alertly, more out of habit than thought, for it took him a beat before he realized it was an old friend on the other line, rather than a call for some emergency or other.  "Elrohir!"
      "Mellon-nin," Elrohir grinned to himself, "A leave, you say? Come to Imladris! Elladan, he has abandoned me!"

      Legolas laughed.  "I suppose I don't mind being called at three in the morning for so gracious an invitation."

      Elrohir winced.  He forgot all about that time-zone thing.  "Well you do not sleep anyway, so I won't apologize."

      "I will see you soon, mellon-nin," Legolas chuckled, "Hannon le."

TO BE CONTINUED…

THANKS to all who read and all who reviewed!!! This story is up to fourteen chapters by now, but I have so much trouble posting (some comp problems), I can't even see all of my reviews.  BUT I DO appreciate them and are so so THANKFUL :)

Next chapter sees Legolas visiting Imladris, and Elladan bringing in some other visitor as well…

'TIL THEN!!!