A/N: Here is chapter 4. I hope you like it, and I hope I didn't just write a whole bunch of crap for you to read as I finished this at one o'clock in the morning. Haha, go me. Anyway, I'm sorry if the guys seem a little OOC in this, and I also hope I don't confuse you too much. Please R&R! Many thanks! Reviews are extremely appreciated.

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Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or POTC, though I wish I did. I only own Sahara and Carson.

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Carly's POV

Sahara let out a short, ear-piercing scream and jumped. William Turner flinched, jumping a bit, and I yelled out in shock. "What the Mordor was that?"

My mom came out of her room, not very happy. "What was that? What happened to the power?"

"If we knew, we wouldn't have been this surprised." I stood up and tried flicking the light switch. Nothing happened. "I'll go-"

"No. I'll go check the breaker." My mom went to the side of the house to check the breaker and I sat back down slowly. Apparently she doesn't trust me after the last time I went to check the breaker and accidentally took away our power for a few hours and had to have an electrician come fix it, and that was about two years ago.

"Remind me to never get you to watch a scary movie with me." I stuck my finger in my ear and winced a bit, looking over at my friend. She was clinging to Will's arm and he was leaning towards me a bit. "And you may want to let of William hun. I don't think he very much likes you hanging on him with your death grip."

"No, no it's quite all right," the fictional character gave a terse like smile.

"Believe me, you don't want her doing that for long. You get bruises, no matter how strong you are." I stood up and pressed the power button on the TV.

"Right," she gave a small, nervous laugh and let go of Will's arm and scooted away a little bit. "Sorry about that." She started to fidget with her hair, wrapping her curls around her pointer finger. Sometimes I got jealous about her black curls and she laughed at me, saying she was jealous of my chestnut strait hair that wouldn't hold a curl if my life depended on it.

I was fascinated by her eyes too. Most people were a little freaked out by them, and I wasn't sure if Will had noticed it yet, but I knew he would soon. She complained about them a lot, and I didn't know why, I loved them, they were the reason I first started talking to her. She had complete heterochromia, one eye was a deep sea blue, and the other was a pure emerald green. Apparently she had inherited it from her parents who had central heterochromia, her dad's eyes were green with a brown center, and her mom's were blue with a yellow center, and that was apparently how they met. Sahara always complained about how people thought she was weird. But compared to my plain brown eyes, I thought they were awesome.

My mom came back inside. "Electricity still not working?"

"No," Sahara shook her head.

With a huff my mother went back outside to the breaker.

I realized the dogs were eerily quiet and looked around for them from where I stood in the middle of the living room. They were all standing and staring attentively outside at the tree in the yard. "Watcha lookin' at guys?" I looked out with them and saw nothing out of the ordinary, but my twin always knew when something was wrong. Always.

"Carson there's something out there." Sahara walked over to me and looked at the tree. "It's behind the tree."

I heard Will come up behind us as well.

Suddenly, she turned to me and grinned her Cheshire cat grin with her eyes sparkling. "Let's go see what it is." She hurried over to the baseball bat my dad had left out and waited by the back door, looking at us expectantly. "Come on!"

Will glanced at me before following her, pulling out his cutlass that I'm sure he made. I sighed heavily and followed them out of the house, grabbing the paperweight rock I had on my desk on my way by. We crept down the small stairs off of the deck and into the side yard towards the tree the dogs were staring at. I looked back at the window and the min-pins watched us quietly. I restored my attention to the tree that we were now a few feet away from.

And so you know, it's a big tree, with about three trunks converging into one at the bottom, and forming somewhat of a seat on the other side. The middle trunk grew slightly towards the house and Sahara and I had many a talk on the opposite side of the tree where the thing that held my dogs' attention. I saw Sahara glance nervously up at the clouds, as if making sure it wasn't going to pour on us or lightning wasn't going to miraculously strike the aluminum bat in her hands.

"Wait," Will whispered, stopping my friend with a hand on her shoulder. I knew she must have been dying inside from the contact. "Let me go."

Protective one, isn't he? She nodded once, and he stealthily-as stealthily as one can with clompy pirate boots on-crept to the nearest tree trunk and slowly looked around the corner. When he saw nothing, he moved around the tree.

"There is nothing-"

"Stop. Do not move."

We all froze at the new voice, and for some strange reason it sounded familiar, and a lot like Will's. Will slowly put his hands up, Sahara held the bat like a true baseball player, and I brought my hand brandishing my paperweight up past my ear, ready to throw it.

"Who are you? Where am I? If you do anything to threaten me I will shoot you." We heard the creak of a bow string being pulled taught, and Will slowly turned around the face the tree.

Shock colored his face, his jaw dropped, as well as his arms and his sword fell to the ground. "You have my face."

"What?" Sahara and I asked in unison as we dropped our weapons of choice and made our way to Will's side and looked up into the tree. There, our jaws dropped too and Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood and the woodland realm lightly jumped out of the tree, still fingering his arrow which was still knocked on the bow string, ready to be pulled back, aimed, and fired.

"No. Freaking. Way."

"I am afraid sir, you must be mistaken, because I can see you are obviously a man, and not of the elvin race, so you have my face." The elf looked Will up and down, only his sapphire blue eyes moving, before he looked Sahara and I over. "Why do you stare so with your mouths agape? Have you not seen the likeness of and elf before?"

Sahara tried to answer but was cut off by Will. "Elves don't exist. And why do you have my face?"

"I do not! You have my face; though I'm not entirely sure how as elves have a fairer grace like look than man." The elvin prince glanced at me with a quirked brow and I realized I was probably drooling and sobered immediately.

"But elves are myth!" Will exclaimed, clearly getting into a tizzy.

"Okay um, I think we should take this inside." Sahara stepped around Will to stand in between the two men who I dare say did share a rather striking resemblance to one another. "You, Legolas," she pointed and looked at the elf, "are on Earth, no middle, left, right, top, bottom, or center involved. William Turner-"

"Your eyes." The highly attractive elf interrupted my friend. She blinked. "They are different from one another. I have never seen any like them in all my three thousand years."

The Caribbean man gently turned her face toward his to look at her eyes. "Blimey…"

She shied away from them a bit, and suddenly I thought it was like she had Will and Legolas in her eyes, Legolas as the blue and Will as the green. They were both fascinated with her eyes.

"So," I said awkwardly, and they all looked at me. "Anyone up for some ice cream?"