A series of drabbles on the premise of the Fellowship getting dumped into the 21st century, rather than the other way around. My aim is to be humorous while keeping the Fellowship as much in character as possible. K for now, but could possibly become T later on. ON HIATUS while I get my mind back in order.

A young Elven border guard stumbles upon an Orc that acts strangely. Is it possible that an Orc can be good? Rated T just in case. [ON HIATUS: main story is finished for now, but drabbles are possibly in the future...]