Never Gonna Find Me
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Adult +
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7
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Chapter 5
Title: Never Gonna Find Me
Author: Jayn
Summary: Logan Greene Finds himself in a world that he doesn't understand but seems vaguely familiar.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Logan Greene/Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfindel, Erestor, Elrond, Thranduil, Spencer, Jinx, Scott, Darien
Betas: None
Author’s notes: Twins? What Twins? Okay, so its taking a bit long to make them main characters.... but if i don't get short chapters out, I'll never get them out. Pathetic, really.... Oh well. Enjoy!! More about Logan's past!! Logan will be refered to as Legoas soon too. Maybe in the next chapter? *Blink* Maybe not. I never know what's going on in my head when I write. Its just oooooo lets hit buttons. *Looks up* Hey it all makes sense! *Reads over what was just written* I wonder where this story wil be going... *Blink* Tangent!! Okay. Read. Now. Before I go all wierd and write about other stuff again. Lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters. Bu i do own this storyline and my characters. I am not making a profit off of this story, its just for fun.
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“The first thing I remember is waking up in a white room. White sheets, white walls, white everything. A woman came in, wearing white. She asked me my name. I told her I couldn’t remember. She asked me about my family, my live, where do I live and other questions like that. My answer was the same. She wrote something down on a piece of paper. She was very nice but very distant. I never saw her again after she left. Other people came into the room. They held me down and stuck a needle in my arm. They took some blood, they said it was for tests, and then gave me something to put me to sleep. That’s my first memory,” Logan told them. The meeting had just begun. He was to tell them all he remembered. He knew he could trust them although he didn’t know why he felt that way. From what he gathered, he knew them before. He wished he remembered though.
“Did you have anything with you when you awoke? I noticed you have your dagger,” Glorfindel mentioned.
“Well, yeah. When I woke up, I was wearing a white shift or something. I had some clothes and a few belongings in a bag nearby though. They refused to give them back to me when I asked for them. Then I escaped about a week later, the dagger was all I could grab.”
“Why did you have to escape?” Elrond asked, concerned.
“Because they wouldn’t let me leave. I was healed from what little injuries I had and the place was suffocating. I overheard some of them talking about how the government was going to become involved with this case because of the strange properties in my blood and my fast healing rate. The spoke about tests and things like that. I figured I had two choices. The first choice of staying and possibly become a science project and dissected did not appeal to me, so I left,” Logan said. He shifted in his seat and spoke again. “Um, I don’t mean to interrupt, but can I get some food? I’m starving.”
“Of course. I apologize; I have forgotten that you had not eaten. Allow me to gather some food from the kitchen,” Glorfindel offered.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Logan smiled.
Glorfindel left the room and returned with different kinds of fruits, breads and vegetables. Logan dug into the food happily. "Thanks again. Mmm Strawberries..." He trailed off as he ate a bit more, much to the amusement of the others. Glorfindel, Erestor and Elrond spoke quietly until Logan finished his tray.
"If you are finished, may we ask a few more questions?" Erestor asked.
"Of course. What do you want to know?"
"Where did you go when you left?" Elrond questioned.
"Well, I roamed the streets for a while, but I could only go during the night. If I attracted a bit of attention, and I didn't want that. I refused to return to the place I woke up. One night I found my way into this club. I sat down on a stool at the bar and watch the group play on stage. The bar tender and another person who works there started to talk to me. They introduced themselves as Spencer Anthem and Darien Banters. They asked questions, but they weren't all mean and impersonal about it like the others. They took a chance with me, took me in, gave me a job, a place to stay and friendship. They also introduced the others to me. Jinx Starr, and Scott Harper," Logan answered.
Elrond looked deep in thought before looking up and asking another question. “What happened during those eight years?”
“I hung out with my friends, worked in the club and became the lead singer in the band. Nothing exciting happened.”
“How did you get the name Logan?”
“Well, to be honest, they said I looked like a Logan. My last name became Greene because it’s my favorite color,” he replied brightly.
There was silence for a few moments while Elrond retreated to his thoughts. Glorfindel spoke up. “Perhaps it would be best if you were to retire to your chambers. We must discuss the situation and attempt to understand what has happened.”
“Sure. Where are my chambers?” Logan asked curiously.
“Come, I shall lead you,” Erestor replied. Logan followed him out of the room and through the corridor. He was quite lost when they finally came to a stop. “These are your rooms while in Imladris. Someone will be sent to your rooms to lead you to the dinning halls tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“Thank you,” Logan replied before slipping to the room. The first thing he did was pick his jaw up from the floor. The rooms were spacious and comfortable. The furniture and walls were in gentle greens, and browns. He loved it at first site. He wondered over his window to notice that he had a balcony. The sky had indeed grown dark during his discussion. He shrugged and moved towards the bed. Logan kicked off his shoes, and drew off his hoodie. His bags were in the room already and he tossed his clothes in the general direction of them. Climbing into the large bed in his boxers, he wondered why no one mentioned his clothes. Shrugging, he relaxed under the covers and slept.
Author: Jayn
Summary: Logan Greene Finds himself in a world that he doesn't understand but seems vaguely familiar.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Logan Greene/Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfindel, Erestor, Elrond, Thranduil, Spencer, Jinx, Scott, Darien
Betas: None
Author’s notes: Twins? What Twins? Okay, so its taking a bit long to make them main characters.... but if i don't get short chapters out, I'll never get them out. Pathetic, really.... Oh well. Enjoy!! More about Logan's past!! Logan will be refered to as Legoas soon too. Maybe in the next chapter? *Blink* Maybe not. I never know what's going on in my head when I write. Its just oooooo lets hit buttons. *Looks up* Hey it all makes sense! *Reads over what was just written* I wonder where this story wil be going... *Blink* Tangent!! Okay. Read. Now. Before I go all wierd and write about other stuff again. Lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters. Bu i do own this storyline and my characters. I am not making a profit off of this story, its just for fun.
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“The first thing I remember is waking up in a white room. White sheets, white walls, white everything. A woman came in, wearing white. She asked me my name. I told her I couldn’t remember. She asked me about my family, my live, where do I live and other questions like that. My answer was the same. She wrote something down on a piece of paper. She was very nice but very distant. I never saw her again after she left. Other people came into the room. They held me down and stuck a needle in my arm. They took some blood, they said it was for tests, and then gave me something to put me to sleep. That’s my first memory,” Logan told them. The meeting had just begun. He was to tell them all he remembered. He knew he could trust them although he didn’t know why he felt that way. From what he gathered, he knew them before. He wished he remembered though.
“Did you have anything with you when you awoke? I noticed you have your dagger,” Glorfindel mentioned.
“Well, yeah. When I woke up, I was wearing a white shift or something. I had some clothes and a few belongings in a bag nearby though. They refused to give them back to me when I asked for them. Then I escaped about a week later, the dagger was all I could grab.”
“Why did you have to escape?” Elrond asked, concerned.
“Because they wouldn’t let me leave. I was healed from what little injuries I had and the place was suffocating. I overheard some of them talking about how the government was going to become involved with this case because of the strange properties in my blood and my fast healing rate. The spoke about tests and things like that. I figured I had two choices. The first choice of staying and possibly become a science project and dissected did not appeal to me, so I left,” Logan said. He shifted in his seat and spoke again. “Um, I don’t mean to interrupt, but can I get some food? I’m starving.”
“Of course. I apologize; I have forgotten that you had not eaten. Allow me to gather some food from the kitchen,” Glorfindel offered.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Logan smiled.
Glorfindel left the room and returned with different kinds of fruits, breads and vegetables. Logan dug into the food happily. "Thanks again. Mmm Strawberries..." He trailed off as he ate a bit more, much to the amusement of the others. Glorfindel, Erestor and Elrond spoke quietly until Logan finished his tray.
"If you are finished, may we ask a few more questions?" Erestor asked.
"Of course. What do you want to know?"
"Where did you go when you left?" Elrond questioned.
"Well, I roamed the streets for a while, but I could only go during the night. If I attracted a bit of attention, and I didn't want that. I refused to return to the place I woke up. One night I found my way into this club. I sat down on a stool at the bar and watch the group play on stage. The bar tender and another person who works there started to talk to me. They introduced themselves as Spencer Anthem and Darien Banters. They asked questions, but they weren't all mean and impersonal about it like the others. They took a chance with me, took me in, gave me a job, a place to stay and friendship. They also introduced the others to me. Jinx Starr, and Scott Harper," Logan answered.
Elrond looked deep in thought before looking up and asking another question. “What happened during those eight years?”
“I hung out with my friends, worked in the club and became the lead singer in the band. Nothing exciting happened.”
“How did you get the name Logan?”
“Well, to be honest, they said I looked like a Logan. My last name became Greene because it’s my favorite color,” he replied brightly.
There was silence for a few moments while Elrond retreated to his thoughts. Glorfindel spoke up. “Perhaps it would be best if you were to retire to your chambers. We must discuss the situation and attempt to understand what has happened.”
“Sure. Where are my chambers?” Logan asked curiously.
“Come, I shall lead you,” Erestor replied. Logan followed him out of the room and through the corridor. He was quite lost when they finally came to a stop. “These are your rooms while in Imladris. Someone will be sent to your rooms to lead you to the dinning halls tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“Thank you,” Logan replied before slipping to the room. The first thing he did was pick his jaw up from the floor. The rooms were spacious and comfortable. The furniture and walls were in gentle greens, and browns. He loved it at first site. He wondered over his window to notice that he had a balcony. The sky had indeed grown dark during his discussion. He shrugged and moved towards the bed. Logan kicked off his shoes, and drew off his hoodie. His bags were in the room already and he tossed his clothes in the general direction of them. Climbing into the large bed in his boxers, he wondered why no one mentioned his clothes. Shrugging, he relaxed under the covers and slept.