Disclaimer: I do not own either Pirates of the Carribean or Lord of the Rings, but this particular story and anything in it you don't recognize does belong to me so don't steal it or I will set my army of pink polar bears on you.

A/N: This fic is a crossover between Pirates of the Carribean and Lord of the Rings. It mostly takes place in Pirates of the Carribean, but at some point I might go to Middle Earth, I really don't know yet. I warn you now that my character does NOT fall in love with either Jack or Will, let alone any of the other characters, so if that is what you were looking for, sorry, but it's your fault for reading this story after my warning. I apologize for any errors, grammatically or otherwise. Well, on with the story, shall we?

Prologue

Crossing Waters

Weylven sprang from the tree and landed lightly, making hardly a sound in the leaf litter. She watched as the Fellowship of the Ring made their way out of Rivendell, weaving among well wishers and vanishing into the woods beyond.

She had come all the way from Mirkwood with Legolas, and was one of the few aware of why they were truly called to council. Even then she had longed to help whoever became the Ringbearer, but even access to the council had been denied her. It irked Weylven how despite being just as good a warrior as Legolas she had been forbidden to serve her people as Legolas did. Even several untrained hobbits had been accepted over her!

Gritting her teeth, the elf made her way down to the river where, hopefully, a paddle boat waited for her. With any luck she would catch up to the Fellowship before dark. They could not turn her away then! Eager to get going, she quickly checked to make sure her bow and quiver were securely in place. She made sure everything she needed was in her pack; food for several weeks journey, flint and tinder, several candles, a spare cloak, breeches, and tunic, any money she had been able to find, and anything else that might be useful. Assured by the familiar weight of her sword at her hip, she double checked the daggers she had strapped to her boot and sword belt. Satisfied that all was in its place, she pushed the boat from the sure and leaped in.

The oar cut smoothly through the sparkling water as she paddled out into the center of the river. With one last look over her shoulder at the shining city of Rivendell, she shook off all thoughts of doubt that lingered like a cloak draped over her and turned her attention to the currents that pulled at the boat.

Twilight fell like a shroud and then gradually faded to night. Weylven looked up at the stars to check whether she had gone past where she could land her boat, but she was dismayed to find the sky to be filled with such utter blackness that even the possibility of light seemed unthinkable.

An irrational fear seized her causing her heart to stop its frantic beating for a few moments. She tried to breathe, but icy shards drove painfully into her lungs with every breath. Weylven closed her eyes and forced them open again. For a second bright daylight dazzled her. Daylight? Then her vision cleared and she staggered at what she saw.

Ships surrounded her, filling the harbor that had replaced the quiet river. On the shore she could see a bustling port town, but one quite unlike anything she had seen, man or elven made. A shape caught her attention. Her keen eyes made out the shape of a woman in a ridiculously large dress plummeting from the cliff and shouts of alarm reached her ears.

Without hesitating, Weylven plunged into the water, vaguely aware that a man from the docks had done the same, or at least was preparing to. The second before he jumped a pulse of powerful summoning radiated out from the drowning woman and tore through Weylven. She found it hard to resist the pull.

She faltered, her arms suddenly leaden with dread. Surely the Ring could not be here, wherever here was! It would bode gravely ill for all of Middle Earth if the One Ring escaped Frodo. Loathe to come into any contact with what might be the One Ring, Weylven hung back to let the man help the drowning woman. She watched impassively as they struggled to the surface. When her lungs finally burned for air she swam back to the boat and swiftly rowed ashore.

There was an outcry on the far end of the dock and the man that had saved the woman was running. What an odd place that a life saver would run from authority.

The man's voice drifted to her on the wind. "You will always remember this day as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Weylven shrugged and handed the dock master a coin. His eyebrow rose at the strange currency, but with one sight of her sword and bow he was content to bid her a good day and return to his work.

The elf walked away, puzzling out the words the man had shouted. It was different than the human tongue she was familiar with, but with much thought she managed to divine a meaning. With a puzzled frown, she set out to see what kind of town this "Port Royale" was.

A/N: I know it was short, but its a prologue so I'm allowed. Once again I apologize for any errors whether they be typos or not. Now if you really like the story click the little blue box and the voices in my head will be happily reading reviews leaving time for me to write. I need to know what you think. Thankies!