Disclaimer- uhg. I do not own Legolas, or Pippen. I do not own any other
LOTR characters. Erg. And the concept behind the park belongs to Michael
Crichton. The characters running the park are mine, however.
A Middle Earth Quest Chapter 1
Owen Bridges turned the last page of the book and sighed. Aside from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Jurassic Park was probably the best book he had ever read. What struck him as the most amazing aspect was that it was so well thought out, and plausible. It got his mind racing, thinking that he could do something like that now, in 2017. After all, the technology was so far advanced from when the book had been written that all of the problems the operators of Jurassic Park faced could be easily corrected with the knowledge of today. Hell, he didn't even need extinct animals DNA. With the help of the world's best geneticists, he could take the DNA of any existing animal and mutate it to create his own beings, animals, or whatever.
The idea of creating his own park of genetically altered creatures rapidly began to take shape in his head. He had the funds necessary to create it; all he needed was a place to put his park and people to make it for him. But first he needed to decide what kind of animals he wanted to create. He knew he didn't want to make just another zoo, there were zoos everywhere. There was no excitement in that. He also couldn't do the dinosaur thing either; the book was evidence enough that that was a bad idea. He needed to find something different, something... unique.
He picked up Jurassic Park and carried it over to his book shelf and placed it next to his Lord of the Rings Trilogy set.
Then an idea struck him. He had it! He could create a park made up entirely of Middle Earth beings. He could have a real working society of elves, and dwarves, and hobbits, and maybe even orc's! Then, if he could find a way to do it, he could even engineer some of the beasts, like a cave troll or something. Grabbing a sheet of paper he feverishly began to scribble down lists and idea's before he forgot them all.
Owen Bridges, a thirty-one year old bum, had recently inherited his late father's assets, which amounted to over fifty-six billion dollars. Having grown up in such a wealthy environment, completely free of want or consequences, Owen had never learned to consider the downside to all of his actions. All he cared about was what he wanted and how he could acquire it quickly. So the fact that his idea was very much illegal never occurred to him.
Setting down his pen, he went in search of a world map. Preferably he was looking for a temperate island climate. Middle Earth didn't seem like a tropical a place. There needed to be forests for the elves, rolling hills for the hobbits, and caves for the dwarves and orc's. If need be he could create caves, but the forests and hills should be easy enough to find in a temperate area. Owen got even more excited at the thought of a miniature Hobbiton and Lothlorien in this world.
Owen found his map and rolled it out on his desk and placed paper weights on the corners. He quickly eliminated any of the Hawaiian Islands and anything near Florida. The problem with islands is that they tend to be tropical, or at least below the equator, he thought, scanning around Europe for a suitable spot. After about five minutes, he settled on two places; either Terceira, which was out in the Atlantic sort of near Portugal, or one of the Orkney Islands north of Scotland.
He smiled to himself. It was now time to go do some research, and call his lawyer. He needed to find out how much an island generally cost and he needed his lawyer to draw up a contract. After he had his island, he could begin searching around for people to staff his park, and a contracting company to build it. Besides, if worse came to worse and he couldn't build his park, he would just have his own little getaway island.
Owen rolled up his map again and put away, then headed down the hall to his "office" to call his lawyer. He smiled again; finally he'd had an idea that could actually work. He picked up the receiver and began to dial a number.
(A/N) sorry this is so incredibly short, but I just needed to get the beginning set up. Yes, I know this idea seems a bit dumb, but I was kinda slap happy when I came up with it, and it's a parody, so it's not suppose to be too serious. The next part will skip ahead five years and hopefully it will be longer. But we'll have to see. Please review! Thanks!
A Middle Earth Quest Chapter 1
Owen Bridges turned the last page of the book and sighed. Aside from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Jurassic Park was probably the best book he had ever read. What struck him as the most amazing aspect was that it was so well thought out, and plausible. It got his mind racing, thinking that he could do something like that now, in 2017. After all, the technology was so far advanced from when the book had been written that all of the problems the operators of Jurassic Park faced could be easily corrected with the knowledge of today. Hell, he didn't even need extinct animals DNA. With the help of the world's best geneticists, he could take the DNA of any existing animal and mutate it to create his own beings, animals, or whatever.
The idea of creating his own park of genetically altered creatures rapidly began to take shape in his head. He had the funds necessary to create it; all he needed was a place to put his park and people to make it for him. But first he needed to decide what kind of animals he wanted to create. He knew he didn't want to make just another zoo, there were zoos everywhere. There was no excitement in that. He also couldn't do the dinosaur thing either; the book was evidence enough that that was a bad idea. He needed to find something different, something... unique.
He picked up Jurassic Park and carried it over to his book shelf and placed it next to his Lord of the Rings Trilogy set.
Then an idea struck him. He had it! He could create a park made up entirely of Middle Earth beings. He could have a real working society of elves, and dwarves, and hobbits, and maybe even orc's! Then, if he could find a way to do it, he could even engineer some of the beasts, like a cave troll or something. Grabbing a sheet of paper he feverishly began to scribble down lists and idea's before he forgot them all.
Owen Bridges, a thirty-one year old bum, had recently inherited his late father's assets, which amounted to over fifty-six billion dollars. Having grown up in such a wealthy environment, completely free of want or consequences, Owen had never learned to consider the downside to all of his actions. All he cared about was what he wanted and how he could acquire it quickly. So the fact that his idea was very much illegal never occurred to him.
Setting down his pen, he went in search of a world map. Preferably he was looking for a temperate island climate. Middle Earth didn't seem like a tropical a place. There needed to be forests for the elves, rolling hills for the hobbits, and caves for the dwarves and orc's. If need be he could create caves, but the forests and hills should be easy enough to find in a temperate area. Owen got even more excited at the thought of a miniature Hobbiton and Lothlorien in this world.
Owen found his map and rolled it out on his desk and placed paper weights on the corners. He quickly eliminated any of the Hawaiian Islands and anything near Florida. The problem with islands is that they tend to be tropical, or at least below the equator, he thought, scanning around Europe for a suitable spot. After about five minutes, he settled on two places; either Terceira, which was out in the Atlantic sort of near Portugal, or one of the Orkney Islands north of Scotland.
He smiled to himself. It was now time to go do some research, and call his lawyer. He needed to find out how much an island generally cost and he needed his lawyer to draw up a contract. After he had his island, he could begin searching around for people to staff his park, and a contracting company to build it. Besides, if worse came to worse and he couldn't build his park, he would just have his own little getaway island.
Owen rolled up his map again and put away, then headed down the hall to his "office" to call his lawyer. He smiled again; finally he'd had an idea that could actually work. He picked up the receiver and began to dial a number.
(A/N) sorry this is so incredibly short, but I just needed to get the beginning set up. Yes, I know this idea seems a bit dumb, but I was kinda slap happy when I came up with it, and it's a parody, so it's not suppose to be too serious. The next part will skip ahead five years and hopefully it will be longer. But we'll have to see. Please review! Thanks!