Chapter 1
A memory forgotten
"Oropher, no! Don't!"
"Yes, I will . There is no way you can keep me here. I've had enough of it!"
"But you can't just go away. You're my oldest son. The crownprince!"
"I don't want to be that. I never wanted it."
"That's no reason to flee! What about Legolas? You would abandon him too?"
"Yes, I would abandon even him. For my freedom, I would."
"A fake freedom, my son."
"No, not a fake, but a real. Freedom like the birds, like those sparrows in the garden you love so much. I wish I could be a sparrow."
"Sparrows die fast."
"Then I will die, everything is better then this cage you have for me."
"Don't say such things, Oropher, my son."
"No Thranduil. Nevermore shall I be your son!"
Jack Sparrow awoke with a start and covered in sweat. He cursed silently under his breath. Why did he have this stupid dream! For so many years had he tried to forget that evening and he had managed quite well before this night.
Now he remembered it again clearly. How his father had ran after right before he had reached the palace gates. How he had rode in the dark cover of the night as fast as his horse could carry him. To be away, away from his fate, his destiny, his doom as he had called it.
That escape in the dark like a thief several centuries ago had brought him were he was now. The fearsome captain Jack Sparrow, who had his freedom: his Black Pearl.
Already a year was it after he got his ship back from his mutinous crew and everything went as fine as it could for a pirate.
"A corsair," Jack thought with a grin," He should see me now. Think he would at least faint, if not worse."
The captain got out of his bed and went on the deserted deck in his trousers. (And bandana, which he always wore: "People would freak out if they saw my ears.") Standing at the railing he looked at the stars.
"Elbereth," he sighed," what is happening to me?"
And the rest of the night he just stood there, thinking.
Hey guys! I know it's a short chapter, but it really felt good this way.
The second is on its way!