Two Souls to Intertwine

Summary: What if Elizabeth Swann was sent to another world, that world being Middle-Earth? Along the way, she joins the Fellowship on the quest to destroy the One Ring. How will she find her way back home to Will? [Pre-COPB] implied Willabeth, Elizabeth/Legolas. Don't like, don't read.

-Prologue-

I had woken up that morning after my dream of meeting Will for the first time. I held my breath and stared at my dark bedchamber. It had been eight years since Will and I knew each other. I pushed myself up from the bed and turned on my lamp light. My room was chilled as I walked over to my writing table. I opened the drawer, remembering the image of the pirate medallion in my head. I had hidden it underneath some old letters and silly writings I used to do. There, I had found the medallion. Letting out a relieved sigh, I lifted it out and traced the skull with a finger. How could Will have been a pirate? Maybe a pirate forced him to take it! Yes, that was it. Surely, that was the case. There could be no other explanation.

After my reverie, my father snapped me out of it. "Elizabeth," he exclaimed, "Are you…are you decent?"

I gasped and rushed to get my robe on and shoved the medallion down my nightgown so my father could not see it. "Y-yes, yes!" I cried. Two of my maids came bustling in and opened the curtains. Father smiled at me.

"Still a-bed at this hour?" he questioned, with a chuckled. I smiled and another maid stepped in with a box. "I have a gift for you."

I hesitantly opened the box and in it was the most beautiful dress ever seen. "Oh, father, it's beautiful! May I inquire as to the occasion?"

He chuckled again as I lifted the gown out. "Does a father need an occasion to dote on his daughter?" he exclaimed. The maids and I quickly went to the changing curtain and began to put the dress on. "Actually, I had hoped you might wear it to the ceremony." He resumed.

"Ceremony?" I questioned. Oh, right…Captain Norrington…I groaned inwardly.

"Norrington's promotion ceremony, Commodore as he is about to come—fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know." he exclaimed as I gasped. "H-How's it coming?"

"I can scarcely breathe." I gasped for breath again.

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, women in London must have learned not to breathe!" I shot back. Meanwhile, my father had been called down for we had a visitor.

"There you are, my lady. You look beautiful as ever!" Estrella, my personal maid complimented. We both smiled and giggled. "Your father is—"

"I shall be down in a moment, thank you Estrella." I interrupted. She curtsied and left, closing my bedroom. I had been distracted by a faint firelight in coming through my looking-glass. I looked around—there was no flame in my room. "That's odd," I muttered and touched the looking-glass. There was a ripple and I drew back my hand in shock. The glass mirror had turned into a cool liquid form, but it was not falling out. I slowly reached my hand through the looking-glass and went further and further in. I gasped when I saw that I was completely elsewhere. I was not in my own room anymore. "This is weird and I want to go home." I exclaimed. I tried stepping back through the mirror but it was solid again. I banged on the glass, peering into my own room—panicking. "NO! Let me back!"

I felt hot tears prick in my eyes. What was happening to me? I saw, next, Estrella walk in to my bedchamber to fix up the bed. "Estrella!" I cried, and banged on the looking-glass. She took no notice of my screaming out to her. "Estrella!"

What use was it if she couldn't hear me? I stood by the looking-glass and felt the tears fall as I was trapped beyond my own world. I was in a middle of a bloody forest! "ESTRELLA!" I screamed one more time and banged my fists harder against the looking-glass but she left, not hearing a singly cry.

Was this looking-glass cursed? Once stepping in through the mirror, there was no going back; all I could do was move forward to see where my road would take me.