Hello Readers!
I'm back, for those of you who read my first story. This is basically the same story, except there's no Orlando Bloom in it, because APARENTLY, that's not ALLOWED! *glares at ff.net* I hope this is just as good...
No updates unless people tell me they like it! (I actually need some suggestions...)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. *Glances at lawyers* Does this mean that if I make them totally unrecognizable, I can have them? *puppy dog eyes* *lawyers shake heads no* Fine.
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Prologue:
The air screamed around me, and still I clung desperately to the waterlogged piece of driftwood. I had to tell them the truth. Since I had found out, she had been trying to get rid of me, and it seemed she had succeeded. It was getting so hard to hold on.
Light filled my vision, and I was warm. The wind no longer howled, and I was dry. I opened my eyes wider.
"Welcome, young one."
A strange voice, yet not wholly unfamiliar. It reminds me of springtime, when the old trees become young again. I look, and see a pair of eyes, ageless, young and yet old. They seem to be asking me what I would do. Would I rather stay and be safe, never to be troubled again, or would I rather go on?
"If you should choose to go, you will meet with many dangers. You will find love, but lose it. You will be injured. You will possibly not live to see the end."
I tried to speak, but could not. Instead, I bowed before the speaker, and then turned to find my way. A gentle laugh stayed me, though.
"Not so hasty! We will help you with your quest, you know."
Chapter 1:
Night was everywhere, and all was still. A girl slept peacefully, while a boy dreamed of her, and the nightingale sang with no concerns.
In a forest, Fangorn Forest to be precise, two bedrolls laid occupied on the ground, while the occupant of the third stood watch. He took a quick rest to see his companions. He loved the woman as a sister and the man as a brother. He was glad to see them wed.
In a quiet cove, the Black Pearl was anchored and floated peacefully. for once. The captain snored drunkenly, eight empty rum bottles at his feet, one half empty/full bottle clutched in his hands. His newlywed passengers wondered to themselves why he seemed bent upon drinking himself into unconsciousness every evening, but he was an excellent captain in his own right, so they kept their questions to themselves.
Something dark was watching them. And so was I. But the dark was to make its move before mine.
In the forest, the third companion was startled by the snap of a twig, as was one of the sleepers - the other sleeper was awakened by the sudden tenseness of his wife. "Legolas," he whispered, "What do you hear?"
"It is something new, and evil, and not entirely human."
"Orcs? Uruk-Hai?" guessed the wife.
"I have faced both before. These are newer than those."
The man, Strider, was scared by the fear in his companion's voice, and as such, was prone to doing something incredibly stupid. He called out to the dark shapes in the trees, "Come out! Show yourselves for what you are!" Like I said before, incredibly stupid. They did come out, but they used the shadows, and no one even saw them when they came behind Arwen and grabbed her arm. She screamed, and the two friends turned to see Arwen at the mercy of a crowd of the dark shapes. "Legolas, go for help!" Strider yelled, before drawing his sword and turning to face the creatures. But the elf was already gone.
Aboard the ship, more of these creatures were crawling aboard. Like a cancerous disease, the strange creatures soon covered the deck of the ship. Many whispered conversations rang out through the night. One memorable one went like this:
"Look, it's the captain! It's Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Is he awake?"
"I think he's drunk."
"He's always drunk. Is he conscious?"
*Poke, poke* "Out cold"
The newlywed, who had got into the crows' nest for a breath of fresh air, didn't even realize how much they were in trouble until he noticed what he thought to be the deck moving. He realized then the severity of the problem.
"All hands on deck," he was about to yell, when he realized that the beings' attention would be drawn to him, giving him no chance to escape. He instead waited until he was at the edge until shouting out, but by then it was too late. The captain was in the brig, along with his crew, and a still sleeping Elizabeth was locked in her cabin.
I'm back, for those of you who read my first story. This is basically the same story, except there's no Orlando Bloom in it, because APARENTLY, that's not ALLOWED! *glares at ff.net* I hope this is just as good...
No updates unless people tell me they like it! (I actually need some suggestions...)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. *Glances at lawyers* Does this mean that if I make them totally unrecognizable, I can have them? *puppy dog eyes* *lawyers shake heads no* Fine.
--------------------------------------------------------
Prologue:
The air screamed around me, and still I clung desperately to the waterlogged piece of driftwood. I had to tell them the truth. Since I had found out, she had been trying to get rid of me, and it seemed she had succeeded. It was getting so hard to hold on.
Light filled my vision, and I was warm. The wind no longer howled, and I was dry. I opened my eyes wider.
"Welcome, young one."
A strange voice, yet not wholly unfamiliar. It reminds me of springtime, when the old trees become young again. I look, and see a pair of eyes, ageless, young and yet old. They seem to be asking me what I would do. Would I rather stay and be safe, never to be troubled again, or would I rather go on?
"If you should choose to go, you will meet with many dangers. You will find love, but lose it. You will be injured. You will possibly not live to see the end."
I tried to speak, but could not. Instead, I bowed before the speaker, and then turned to find my way. A gentle laugh stayed me, though.
"Not so hasty! We will help you with your quest, you know."
Chapter 1:
Night was everywhere, and all was still. A girl slept peacefully, while a boy dreamed of her, and the nightingale sang with no concerns.
In a forest, Fangorn Forest to be precise, two bedrolls laid occupied on the ground, while the occupant of the third stood watch. He took a quick rest to see his companions. He loved the woman as a sister and the man as a brother. He was glad to see them wed.
In a quiet cove, the Black Pearl was anchored and floated peacefully. for once. The captain snored drunkenly, eight empty rum bottles at his feet, one half empty/full bottle clutched in his hands. His newlywed passengers wondered to themselves why he seemed bent upon drinking himself into unconsciousness every evening, but he was an excellent captain in his own right, so they kept their questions to themselves.
Something dark was watching them. And so was I. But the dark was to make its move before mine.
In the forest, the third companion was startled by the snap of a twig, as was one of the sleepers - the other sleeper was awakened by the sudden tenseness of his wife. "Legolas," he whispered, "What do you hear?"
"It is something new, and evil, and not entirely human."
"Orcs? Uruk-Hai?" guessed the wife.
"I have faced both before. These are newer than those."
The man, Strider, was scared by the fear in his companion's voice, and as such, was prone to doing something incredibly stupid. He called out to the dark shapes in the trees, "Come out! Show yourselves for what you are!" Like I said before, incredibly stupid. They did come out, but they used the shadows, and no one even saw them when they came behind Arwen and grabbed her arm. She screamed, and the two friends turned to see Arwen at the mercy of a crowd of the dark shapes. "Legolas, go for help!" Strider yelled, before drawing his sword and turning to face the creatures. But the elf was already gone.
Aboard the ship, more of these creatures were crawling aboard. Like a cancerous disease, the strange creatures soon covered the deck of the ship. Many whispered conversations rang out through the night. One memorable one went like this:
"Look, it's the captain! It's Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Is he awake?"
"I think he's drunk."
"He's always drunk. Is he conscious?"
*Poke, poke* "Out cold"
The newlywed, who had got into the crows' nest for a breath of fresh air, didn't even realize how much they were in trouble until he noticed what he thought to be the deck moving. He realized then the severity of the problem.
"All hands on deck," he was about to yell, when he realized that the beings' attention would be drawn to him, giving him no chance to escape. He instead waited until he was at the edge until shouting out, but by then it was too late. The captain was in the brig, along with his crew, and a still sleeping Elizabeth was locked in her cabin.