Legolas walked away from the mansion, he needed trees. There
was a small grove of palm trees right outside the town that he frequented.
It had taken him some time to get to know the palms; the only elves in
their history had been the sea elves who were too in love with the ocean to
pay much attention to the trees. They had been stunned and delighted by the
wood elf's utter devotion to them. He effortlessly scaled the slippery
trunk of the largest and perched in the branches. He took a deep breath and
let is out, seeing Elizabeth had shaken him greatly. Eldarion's daughter
had been the only woman he had truly loved in his entire 5,000-year
existence. She had died when a terrible fever that killed hundreds had
swept over Minas Tirith only days before Legolas had planned on asking her
to marry him. Her death had almost killed him and although his sense of
duty had kept him alive and sane, thoughts of her never ceased to bring the
pain anew. Now here he was, confronted with this vision of his lost love.
He sighed again and leaned his head back against the tree, he could feel it
trying to send him comfort and he patted the trunk, thanking his friend.
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Legolas blinked a few times trying to clear his vision and realized that he had fallen into an elven dream. He really was shaken if he had fallen asleep, he thought. Looking at the sun he realized that it had been a good two hours since he had left for the Swann's. Fantastic, now he would have incurred the hung over wrath of master Brown, just what he needed to improve this day. He leapt gracefully from the tree and gave it a grateful pat as he passed, striding swiftly towards the town.
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The town was in an uproar. He listened to the excited conversations as he passed as he thought for the millionth time how thankful he was for elven ears. Something about a pirate escaping then, to Legolas' horror, about the governor's daughter Miss Elizabeth being threatened. The stories continued to be on the lips of every person he passed, there were many variation and embellishments along the way but that seemed to be the central bit of truth.
He opened the door to the blacksmith shop only to find the donkey plunging madly against his wheel, quite obviously in distress. Legolas sprang to his side, kneeling and quickly comforting him with a few soft murmurings in elvish; it was still the best language for communicating with animals he thought smugly. He looked around suspiciously trying to figure out what had happened to get donkey going like that. He rolled his eyes when he noticed Brown, still slumped in his chair in a drunken stupor, "right where I left you". Everything seemed to be as it should be until he noticed a hammer lying on the anvil, he was quite certain everything had been put away when he left, "not where I left you" he muttered then stiffened as he heard movement. A battered leather hat caught his eye, that was certainly not his. He tensed as a sword tapped his knuckles and he turned slowly to meet the intruder. One look at the ragged and eccentric clothes, bejeweled hair, and gold filled grin told him all he needed to know,
"You're the one they're hunting, the Pirate" he spat the word pirate out in much the same tone he had once upon a time reserved for orc.
The intruder was completely un-phased by Legolas' unconcealed disgust and instead clocked his jangling head a little and studied Legolas for a moment. "You seem somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?" he asked casually as if it was the most natural question in the world.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates," Legolas answered with ice in his voice and eyes.
"Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me," was the pirate's glib reply as he turned as started to saunter away.
Flabbergasted at the pirate's extreme nonchalance Legolas recovered himself in time to take advantage of the fact that he had turned his back and grabbed the first blade he found. The pirate turned at the sound of the steel, drawing his own blade as he did so. Grinning he taunted "Do you think this wise boy, crossing blades with a pirate?"
Legolas' eyes sparked dangerously with a dozen retorts along the lines of 'do you think its wise mortal, crossing blades with an elf?' but instead coolly stated, "You threatened Miss Swann."
"Only a little" the pirate grinned, again showing a mouthful of gold as he slid his blade along the length of Legolas', then arrogantly attacked, certain of his superiority.
Legolas' eyes gleamed as he saw the pirate's cockiness falter for a moment, as the skill of the 'boy' became known to be much greater than he had originally thought.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that." he admitted, "Excellent form, but how's your footwork?" after the momentary loss of his confidence it was back unabashed, "One step here; very good. Now I step again."
His self-assurance was impressive if aggravating, Legolas would give him that as they circled together, he was also a very good swordsman, no match for Aragorn of course but then few humans ever had been. Legolas couldn't resist throwing in a few fancy twists of his sword though, put this edan in his place, and let him know he was only playing with him.
But the Pirate didn't seem impressed in the slightest, he instead stopped the duel put his sword back in its scabbard gave a cheeky farewell "Ta" and turned and sauntered towards the door.
Unbelievable, the man had gall by the barrel, there was no way in Mordor Legolas was letting him escape now, besides keeping a dangerous Pirate from going free this was now a personal challenge. He threw his sword as hard as he could and embedded it deep into the door effectively wedging it shut.
The pirate starred cross eyed at the sword that was still vibrating just inches from his face then looked disbelievingly at Legolas before turning back to try to yank the blade out of the door. But to no avail, Legolas' strength had jammed it in to far. Seemingly exasperated the pirate again turned and ambled towards the elf taunting, "That is a wonderful trick except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon."
But he wasn't counting on elvish speed as Legolas spun around and grabbed the first blade he found - an unfinished one that had been lying in the fire and glowed red-hot. Legolas grinned as the pirate's eyes grew to twice their original size, this time taking the offensive as he lunged forward at the startled buccaneer.
As they swirled around the room in their deadly dance the pirate noticed with amazement the swords hanging from every support post, encrusting them with blades. "Who makes all these?" he asked incredulously.
"I do" Legolas sneered proudly "and I practice with them 3 hours a day". It was true. Legolas had spent so many millennia as a warrior that he was loathe to let his skills deteriorate with disuse so he practiced with knives, swords, and his bow for 3 hours every night while the human world was asleep.
The pirate smirked, "You need to find yourself a girl, mate! Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?" he mocked, making a show of looking down as if to see if he was, in fact, a eunuch.
Disgusted at the humans crude joke Legolas moved the blades to where he could look down at the edan threateningly and spat "I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"
The pirate not in the least intimidated by Legolas' words leapt towards an empty cart teetering back and forth on its wheel, obviously certain as a veteran sailor that he would have the definite advantage fighting on a moving surface. What he didn't count on was elven balance as Legolas snatched another sword, as he was still more comfortable working with two blades even if these were much longer than his white knives, and hopped on the other side.
Blades flashing, Legolas decided he'd had enough of holding back and giving the man a fair chance and began throwing in traditional elvish fighting techniques at opportune moments. The pirate was starting to look rather concerned as he was continuously surprised by moves he had never seen before and in a moment of distraction found his still manacled left wrist hooked to the rafter above him. Legolas smiled grimly as he watched the trapped man desperately try to fend him off with one hand as he twisted about trying to free himself. As many battles as Legolas had fought and as many hundreds and thousands of orcs and other foul things he had killed he still grieved at having to take a human life, even if the human was of the worst of the race. But as he moved forward to make the final blow he saw the pirate slam his foot down on a loose board then found himself flat on his back on the ground.
Well the human was certainly brighter than he let on, even if that was a rather dirty move. Legolas leaped back up onto the cart just in time to again be flung off of it as the pirate fell on the other side. But Legolas being what he was had just lightly stepped onto a rafter and waited.
The pirate got up from the floor and shook his head a little then stepped back onto the cart and looked around for his adversary. As he looked up Legolas grinned and cut down a net full of barrels and crates. Now was the pirate's turn to be flung towards the ceiling. Not being an elf the pirate had to ungracefully drag himself up to stand on another beam. Jumping back and forth across the two rafters, the pirates eyes widened in amazement as he watched Legolas' perfect and effortless balance while he himself was struggling to keep from falling.
Legolas knew the pirate was struggling and with a few well- timed thrusts of his blade knocked the pirate's sword to the floor. In a final desperate effort he turned and vaulted to the ground. This guy was unbelievable, Legolas thought as he, with elven grace and speed, flipped lightly down arriving on the ground well before the panicky pirate who starred at him in utter disbelief and began looking desperately for something, anything to fight him with. Legolas advanced on the defenseless man preparing to finish him, but all of a sudden he was blasted with a face full of coal dust and his sword was kicked from his hands.
He grabbed a heavy iron poker as he rid his eyes of the worst of the dust and prepared to continue the fight but he was met with the muzzle of a pistol pointed at him. He hated guns - granted Legolas had a special affection for bows and his hatred for gins stemmed largely from the fact that since they had become commonplace it was considered strange to use archery for anything but sport, but he was also disgusted by the lack of skill necessary to shoot a gun as opposed to shooting an arrow. It seemed rather cheep and dirty to an elf who had spent thousands of years perfecting his skills as a warrior that someone could just pick up a gun and all they would have to do it practice their aim a bit.
"You cheated," he protested.
The pirate just looked at him smirked a bit and stated "Pirate" in a tone of voice that said purely - what did you expect, then forcefully "move away".
"No" Legolas asserted.
The pirate appeared to have a brief internal struggle then hearing soldiers trying to open front door begged, "please, move."
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
The pirate was getting desperate as the bangs on the door increased and he cocked his pistol "this shot was not meant for you" he said angrily.
But before he could do anything Legolas heard a clunk then the sound of breaking glass and the pirate sunk to the floor revealing Master Brown holding a broken rum bottle and looking decidedly woozy.
The door finally gave way to the soldiers and they rushed in to subdue the dangerous criminal only to find him knocked out on the floor. Commodore Norrington took in the scene before him "Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive."
"Jus doing my civic duty, sir" Brown slurred. Legolas frowned and rolled his eyes - yes the half awake drunk is the one who brought down the vicious pirate not the one who has obviously just been through a battle. There were times when he was simply astounded by the sheer stupidity of some humans - especially those in positions of authority.
Norrington continued arrogantly, not noticing the look of displeasure on Legolas' face, "Well, I trust you'll always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped." Then ordered his men, "take him away", leaving a hiccupping Brown and glaring Legolas behind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N OK, I have discovered that I majorly stink at writing action. Sorry this took so long to update but I just got so stuck on this blasted sword fight. I'm not terribly happy with it either but I was sick of fighting with it so I just gave up and finished the bloody thing. For those of you who aren't LOTR obsessed I realized I used the word edan several times - it's just the (or an) elvish word for human. Odd technical question but does anyone know if you should capitalize the word elf (and thus elven, elvish, etc)? Hopefully the next chapter will be a bit faster than this one but I will warn you any chapter that will have a lot of action will take me awhile and the next part is when the Pirates invade so. Anyhoo, school will be starting in 2 weeks so it will take me even longer to update, especially since I just found out I'm going to be an RA. I'm really excited about that but I'm not quite sure what all that will entail (I am sure the first few weeks will be a lot of comforting homesick freshmen).
Gaslight: I've been meaning to email you for like 2 weeks but I'm scatterbrained and keep forgetting. I loved some of your revisions and I will be putting several of them in eventually but as I already said I just wanted to get this chapter posted for now. If you want to keep betaing that's great, like I said I loved what you did - but Ill just go ahead and post as soon as I'm done and then put in revisions latter. That agreeable to all partys? :-) I decided not to do anything with the whether, coundlt work it in smoothly. Does the excuse that elves don't really feel it all that much work. ;-) Sanitation will be delt with in Tortuga where it is even worse.
Ania4: I kinda get annoyed with Legolas' age being set as 2,931 when there is little to nothing to base that off of, but I had to come up with some sort if number there so I figured saying he was a couple hundred years away from 3,000 at the time of LOTR, gives Gondor a couple hundred years before falling. So now I need 2,000 more years to get him to 5,000. Guessing that POTC takes place in the early 1700s (from costumes and colonization) that puts Britain being known as rather barbaric at a couple centuries B.C., somewhere in the rules of Greece and Rome (don't feel like looking up dates) which is when the world outside the Mediterranean started to be more known. Now with that rather long-winded explanation I hope I have cleared that up for you (and anyone else who was interested). (if my math is totally screwed up in there somehow just go ahead and laugh at me - the 4 letter M word and I don't get along)
Baby Sphinx, saiyan-girl-cheetah, Priz, Sage of Hairspray, Miss Swann, California Mountain girl, Psyco 101, psyco elf, Tap Dancing Widow, Lady Galadriel1: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (etc etc etc) Ahh all your reviews are so awesome - I'm so happy people like this!!! Totally makes my day when I get great reviews like this!
~Lindaleriel 8/11/03
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Legolas blinked a few times trying to clear his vision and realized that he had fallen into an elven dream. He really was shaken if he had fallen asleep, he thought. Looking at the sun he realized that it had been a good two hours since he had left for the Swann's. Fantastic, now he would have incurred the hung over wrath of master Brown, just what he needed to improve this day. He leapt gracefully from the tree and gave it a grateful pat as he passed, striding swiftly towards the town.
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The town was in an uproar. He listened to the excited conversations as he passed as he thought for the millionth time how thankful he was for elven ears. Something about a pirate escaping then, to Legolas' horror, about the governor's daughter Miss Elizabeth being threatened. The stories continued to be on the lips of every person he passed, there were many variation and embellishments along the way but that seemed to be the central bit of truth.
He opened the door to the blacksmith shop only to find the donkey plunging madly against his wheel, quite obviously in distress. Legolas sprang to his side, kneeling and quickly comforting him with a few soft murmurings in elvish; it was still the best language for communicating with animals he thought smugly. He looked around suspiciously trying to figure out what had happened to get donkey going like that. He rolled his eyes when he noticed Brown, still slumped in his chair in a drunken stupor, "right where I left you". Everything seemed to be as it should be until he noticed a hammer lying on the anvil, he was quite certain everything had been put away when he left, "not where I left you" he muttered then stiffened as he heard movement. A battered leather hat caught his eye, that was certainly not his. He tensed as a sword tapped his knuckles and he turned slowly to meet the intruder. One look at the ragged and eccentric clothes, bejeweled hair, and gold filled grin told him all he needed to know,
"You're the one they're hunting, the Pirate" he spat the word pirate out in much the same tone he had once upon a time reserved for orc.
The intruder was completely un-phased by Legolas' unconcealed disgust and instead clocked his jangling head a little and studied Legolas for a moment. "You seem somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?" he asked casually as if it was the most natural question in the world.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates," Legolas answered with ice in his voice and eyes.
"Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me," was the pirate's glib reply as he turned as started to saunter away.
Flabbergasted at the pirate's extreme nonchalance Legolas recovered himself in time to take advantage of the fact that he had turned his back and grabbed the first blade he found. The pirate turned at the sound of the steel, drawing his own blade as he did so. Grinning he taunted "Do you think this wise boy, crossing blades with a pirate?"
Legolas' eyes sparked dangerously with a dozen retorts along the lines of 'do you think its wise mortal, crossing blades with an elf?' but instead coolly stated, "You threatened Miss Swann."
"Only a little" the pirate grinned, again showing a mouthful of gold as he slid his blade along the length of Legolas', then arrogantly attacked, certain of his superiority.
Legolas' eyes gleamed as he saw the pirate's cockiness falter for a moment, as the skill of the 'boy' became known to be much greater than he had originally thought.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that." he admitted, "Excellent form, but how's your footwork?" after the momentary loss of his confidence it was back unabashed, "One step here; very good. Now I step again."
His self-assurance was impressive if aggravating, Legolas would give him that as they circled together, he was also a very good swordsman, no match for Aragorn of course but then few humans ever had been. Legolas couldn't resist throwing in a few fancy twists of his sword though, put this edan in his place, and let him know he was only playing with him.
But the Pirate didn't seem impressed in the slightest, he instead stopped the duel put his sword back in its scabbard gave a cheeky farewell "Ta" and turned and sauntered towards the door.
Unbelievable, the man had gall by the barrel, there was no way in Mordor Legolas was letting him escape now, besides keeping a dangerous Pirate from going free this was now a personal challenge. He threw his sword as hard as he could and embedded it deep into the door effectively wedging it shut.
The pirate starred cross eyed at the sword that was still vibrating just inches from his face then looked disbelievingly at Legolas before turning back to try to yank the blade out of the door. But to no avail, Legolas' strength had jammed it in to far. Seemingly exasperated the pirate again turned and ambled towards the elf taunting, "That is a wonderful trick except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon."
But he wasn't counting on elvish speed as Legolas spun around and grabbed the first blade he found - an unfinished one that had been lying in the fire and glowed red-hot. Legolas grinned as the pirate's eyes grew to twice their original size, this time taking the offensive as he lunged forward at the startled buccaneer.
As they swirled around the room in their deadly dance the pirate noticed with amazement the swords hanging from every support post, encrusting them with blades. "Who makes all these?" he asked incredulously.
"I do" Legolas sneered proudly "and I practice with them 3 hours a day". It was true. Legolas had spent so many millennia as a warrior that he was loathe to let his skills deteriorate with disuse so he practiced with knives, swords, and his bow for 3 hours every night while the human world was asleep.
The pirate smirked, "You need to find yourself a girl, mate! Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?" he mocked, making a show of looking down as if to see if he was, in fact, a eunuch.
Disgusted at the humans crude joke Legolas moved the blades to where he could look down at the edan threateningly and spat "I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"
The pirate not in the least intimidated by Legolas' words leapt towards an empty cart teetering back and forth on its wheel, obviously certain as a veteran sailor that he would have the definite advantage fighting on a moving surface. What he didn't count on was elven balance as Legolas snatched another sword, as he was still more comfortable working with two blades even if these were much longer than his white knives, and hopped on the other side.
Blades flashing, Legolas decided he'd had enough of holding back and giving the man a fair chance and began throwing in traditional elvish fighting techniques at opportune moments. The pirate was starting to look rather concerned as he was continuously surprised by moves he had never seen before and in a moment of distraction found his still manacled left wrist hooked to the rafter above him. Legolas smiled grimly as he watched the trapped man desperately try to fend him off with one hand as he twisted about trying to free himself. As many battles as Legolas had fought and as many hundreds and thousands of orcs and other foul things he had killed he still grieved at having to take a human life, even if the human was of the worst of the race. But as he moved forward to make the final blow he saw the pirate slam his foot down on a loose board then found himself flat on his back on the ground.
Well the human was certainly brighter than he let on, even if that was a rather dirty move. Legolas leaped back up onto the cart just in time to again be flung off of it as the pirate fell on the other side. But Legolas being what he was had just lightly stepped onto a rafter and waited.
The pirate got up from the floor and shook his head a little then stepped back onto the cart and looked around for his adversary. As he looked up Legolas grinned and cut down a net full of barrels and crates. Now was the pirate's turn to be flung towards the ceiling. Not being an elf the pirate had to ungracefully drag himself up to stand on another beam. Jumping back and forth across the two rafters, the pirates eyes widened in amazement as he watched Legolas' perfect and effortless balance while he himself was struggling to keep from falling.
Legolas knew the pirate was struggling and with a few well- timed thrusts of his blade knocked the pirate's sword to the floor. In a final desperate effort he turned and vaulted to the ground. This guy was unbelievable, Legolas thought as he, with elven grace and speed, flipped lightly down arriving on the ground well before the panicky pirate who starred at him in utter disbelief and began looking desperately for something, anything to fight him with. Legolas advanced on the defenseless man preparing to finish him, but all of a sudden he was blasted with a face full of coal dust and his sword was kicked from his hands.
He grabbed a heavy iron poker as he rid his eyes of the worst of the dust and prepared to continue the fight but he was met with the muzzle of a pistol pointed at him. He hated guns - granted Legolas had a special affection for bows and his hatred for gins stemmed largely from the fact that since they had become commonplace it was considered strange to use archery for anything but sport, but he was also disgusted by the lack of skill necessary to shoot a gun as opposed to shooting an arrow. It seemed rather cheep and dirty to an elf who had spent thousands of years perfecting his skills as a warrior that someone could just pick up a gun and all they would have to do it practice their aim a bit.
"You cheated," he protested.
The pirate just looked at him smirked a bit and stated "Pirate" in a tone of voice that said purely - what did you expect, then forcefully "move away".
"No" Legolas asserted.
The pirate appeared to have a brief internal struggle then hearing soldiers trying to open front door begged, "please, move."
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
The pirate was getting desperate as the bangs on the door increased and he cocked his pistol "this shot was not meant for you" he said angrily.
But before he could do anything Legolas heard a clunk then the sound of breaking glass and the pirate sunk to the floor revealing Master Brown holding a broken rum bottle and looking decidedly woozy.
The door finally gave way to the soldiers and they rushed in to subdue the dangerous criminal only to find him knocked out on the floor. Commodore Norrington took in the scene before him "Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive."
"Jus doing my civic duty, sir" Brown slurred. Legolas frowned and rolled his eyes - yes the half awake drunk is the one who brought down the vicious pirate not the one who has obviously just been through a battle. There were times when he was simply astounded by the sheer stupidity of some humans - especially those in positions of authority.
Norrington continued arrogantly, not noticing the look of displeasure on Legolas' face, "Well, I trust you'll always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped." Then ordered his men, "take him away", leaving a hiccupping Brown and glaring Legolas behind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N OK, I have discovered that I majorly stink at writing action. Sorry this took so long to update but I just got so stuck on this blasted sword fight. I'm not terribly happy with it either but I was sick of fighting with it so I just gave up and finished the bloody thing. For those of you who aren't LOTR obsessed I realized I used the word edan several times - it's just the (or an) elvish word for human. Odd technical question but does anyone know if you should capitalize the word elf (and thus elven, elvish, etc)? Hopefully the next chapter will be a bit faster than this one but I will warn you any chapter that will have a lot of action will take me awhile and the next part is when the Pirates invade so. Anyhoo, school will be starting in 2 weeks so it will take me even longer to update, especially since I just found out I'm going to be an RA. I'm really excited about that but I'm not quite sure what all that will entail (I am sure the first few weeks will be a lot of comforting homesick freshmen).
Gaslight: I've been meaning to email you for like 2 weeks but I'm scatterbrained and keep forgetting. I loved some of your revisions and I will be putting several of them in eventually but as I already said I just wanted to get this chapter posted for now. If you want to keep betaing that's great, like I said I loved what you did - but Ill just go ahead and post as soon as I'm done and then put in revisions latter. That agreeable to all partys? :-) I decided not to do anything with the whether, coundlt work it in smoothly. Does the excuse that elves don't really feel it all that much work. ;-) Sanitation will be delt with in Tortuga where it is even worse.
Ania4: I kinda get annoyed with Legolas' age being set as 2,931 when there is little to nothing to base that off of, but I had to come up with some sort if number there so I figured saying he was a couple hundred years away from 3,000 at the time of LOTR, gives Gondor a couple hundred years before falling. So now I need 2,000 more years to get him to 5,000. Guessing that POTC takes place in the early 1700s (from costumes and colonization) that puts Britain being known as rather barbaric at a couple centuries B.C., somewhere in the rules of Greece and Rome (don't feel like looking up dates) which is when the world outside the Mediterranean started to be more known. Now with that rather long-winded explanation I hope I have cleared that up for you (and anyone else who was interested). (if my math is totally screwed up in there somehow just go ahead and laugh at me - the 4 letter M word and I don't get along)
Baby Sphinx, saiyan-girl-cheetah, Priz, Sage of Hairspray, Miss Swann, California Mountain girl, Psyco 101, psyco elf, Tap Dancing Widow, Lady Galadriel1: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (etc etc etc) Ahh all your reviews are so awesome - I'm so happy people like this!!! Totally makes my day when I get great reviews like this!
~Lindaleriel 8/11/03
