Ok first all the obligatory authors notes and disclaimers. Im sure there will be many variations on this theme eventually but I do believe I am the first one to post one (go me). This is a POTC/LOTR crossover, basically what if Will Turner was actually Legolas. Of course the obvious inspiration for this story lies in the fact that the very talented (and very handsome ;- ) ) Orlando Bloom plays both Legolas and Will Turner. Further inspiration can be attributed to my friend Grant for all the dumb Legolas comments he made ALLLLLL through the movie, a chapter in the story, Always (in the LOTR section, by Tori), and the ring that Captain Sparrow wears in the movie. Im putting this in this section because although Will is actually Legolas the entire story is really POTC (that and the rabid purists in the LOTR section would flame me mercilessly). This first chapter is mostly set-up for the rest of the story, next chapter I will get into the movie. This is my first fan-fiction so please be kind. Now, on with the show. (also for some reason it doesn't want to upload apostrophes right, I do know they are missing from every word that needs one, anyone know how to fix that?)

Disclaimer: (is this really necessary?) I dont own anything that someone else owns (hows that)

Prologue: The guardian of the line of Numenor

Legolas didnt know why hed stayed all these years, hed only promised to look after Aragorns children; but it had turned into a pledge to watch over all his descendants. He longed for Valinor, daily he had to suppress the desire to sail to the undying lands to be with his family, but it was always overruled by the responsibility he felt to all the children of Elessar and Undomiel. He had watched them, hidden them, and kept them safe, through the fall of Gondor - and then the middle earth they knew. He had helped them to bring culture and knowledge back to the barbarianized remains of middle earth, now usually called Britton; helped them to rise with the coming of Rome to be great leaders and chieftains among the clans of the new relm.

Throughout all the pages of the history of England he was ever watchful of the house of Dunedain, wearing many names and faces and reasons for being there, he carefully tracked the firstborns of every generation. He lost track of the true line when the eldest son of Lord Dunedain had run off to sea around the time of Cromwell. He had never forgiven himself for that, and though he now followed the new line of legal heirs; his heart still lie with the true heir of Isildur, wherever he was.

Near the end of the 17th century, when he was feeling especially guilty about his inability to find his charge, he met a beautiful woman in a bar, a woman in whom certainly ran the blood of elves. He had been drinking innumerable glasses of wine; and having downed enough alcohol to make even an elf drunk he forgot his sorrows in her company. But in the next few months she had a surprise for him, she was with child. She delivered a beautiful baby boy. But the strain of bearing a half elf child was too much for her and she died even as her child took his first breath.

This added grief was almost too much for Legolas but he managed to hold to this world only for the sake of the child. He named the boy, as well as himself, William Turner, and went to work in the household of the current Lord Dunedain, who had but one daughter. She married a man by the name of Swann and had a daughter named Elizabeth. At her mothers death when the girl was only 2, young Elizabeth Swann became the last of the known members of the line of Numenor.

As young Bill grew he heard the call of the sea as had been heard by all elves and begged his father to allow him to become a sailor. With a heavy heart Legolas agreed, knowing that his son, although half elf, was mortal and would be taken from him in what would seem only a blink of an eye. Although he always told his father in letters that he was working on merchant vessels Bill soon turned to piracy and joined the crew of Captain Jack Sparrow.

When young Elizabeth was about 10 her father was made Govenour of Port Royale and so, much to Legolas distress, the last known descendent of Aragorn and Arwen was to sail west across the sea and away from what remained of the Middle Earth he had known, possibly forever. And to sail west, the desire of every Elvish heart. Yet he knew it would not be to Valinor, but to the strange lands known as the Americas.