Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! Okay, there, I said it. I do not own Lord of the Rings. Tolkien does, and likewise, he’s the real author of this story, not me. I’m just… that guy who decided to interprate it a little different.

The Lord of the Rings
Modernized Fanfiction

Part 2
The Two Towers

Dramatis Personae:

Baggins, Fredrick: Male American, Teenager and Ring bearer
Baggins, Robert: Male American, Special Assistant to the President
Beard, Terrance: Male Indonesian, Farmer
Bell, Caleb: Male American, Military Commander
Bell, Grace: Female American, Old Woman
Brooks, Martin: Male American, Teenager
Claus, Liam: Male Eastern European, Martial Arts Expert
Czaron: Male Russian, Supercomputer
Damian, Samuel (Gollum): Male Italian, Diseased and Mental
Field, Ivan: Male Russian, Special Ops Commander
Gamgee, Samuel: Male American, Teenager
Grey, Greg: Male American, Director of the USSO
Hood, Ulrich: Male German, Military Commander
Horn, Aaron: Male Briton, Prince of England
King, Warren: Male Russian, Leader of the Nine
Lee, George: Male Scandinavian, Sculptor
Mir, Ferdinand: Male Briton, Military Commander
Ronald, Adrianna: Female American, President’s Daughter
Ronald, Eric: Male American, President
Taylor, Phillip: Male American, Teenager
White, Sean: Male American, Leader of the Imperial Order
Winn, Erika: Female Australian, Niece of Theodore
Winn, Evan: Male Australian, Nephew of Theodore
Winn, Theodore: Male Australian, Prime Minister of Australia
Worm, Greta: Female Russian, Seductress and Spy

Prologue

He was on his way out the door when the pager rang. Benjamin Fowler was not a man that was easily angered, but being paged when he had just gotten off call was enough to get him angry. He snatched his pager off his belt and looked down at the number. Then he turned and dashed back into the hospital.

When he arrived in the room, it was pure chaos. Nurses and doctors were running all over, each having a different idea of what was going on. Dr. Fowler, as the most experienced doctor in the room, immediately took charge.

“What happened?” he demanded of a nurse who was running past.

“Guy flew in from Montana,” she said.

“I can see there’s a guy there,” Dr. Fowler snapped. “And I don’t care where he’s from. Now, what happened?”

The nurse checked her clipboard. “Third degree burns all over his body, at least twenty, maybe twenty-five broken bones, he’s in shock…”

Dr. Fowler stared blankly. “And this guy’s still alive?” Then he whirled and started barking orders. “Somebody get me a lot of painkillers. Now! And somebody get some blood, he must have lost a lot. Well, move it! And you…” He turned on the nurse from before. “Find out all you can about this guy. Name, family, occupation, anything.” She nodded and left the room.

* * *

He was on his way out the door when the phone rang. Sean White, on his way out the door to a meeting, turned and crossed the room back over to his phone. As he picked it up, his gaze swept over to the window. The buildings of Beijing were silhouetted against the rising sun. “Yes?”

“Sir?” The voice on the other end said.

“Yes?” Sean said again.

“I got the information you requested.”

Sean nodded. “Yes. What is it?”

The voice on the other end told him what he wanted to know. But it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. As the voice relayed the news, Sean’s face paled, the tensed in anger. No matter what he did, this man refused to die.

“Thank you,” Sean said through gritted teeth, and hung up the phone. He walked over to the window and gazed out at the city. “So…” he said quietly. “You’re alive…”

Then he turned and walked out the door.

* * *

Bobby Baggins came as fast as he could. He literally flew up the stairs and through the halls to the oval office. When he arrived, he was out of breath. But it was important.

President Ronald turned and regarded the old man. “Mr. Baggins. Take a seat.” Bobby sat down on one of the sofas. “What I am going to tell you must never leave this room.”

Bobby nodded. “Yes… sir, yes…”

“Ran all the way here?” President Ronald asked, a small smile on his face. Bobby nodded. “Well, I wouldn’t have called you this late if it weren’t important.”

“What’s happening?” Bobby asked.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain…” President Ronald said. Then he told Bobby something that made Bobby’s eyes widen and his jaw drop.

“You’re not serious…” Bobby said, astonished. President Ronald nodded. Bobby just stared at his boss, an expression of shock and astonishment on his face. “But… but that’s not possible!”

“Oh, it’s possible,” President Ronald said. “He’s alive.”

To Be Continued…