This just really had not been Legolas' day. First seeing Elizabeth had shaken him up, then the fight with the pirate which Brown had gotten the credit for, and finally after Norrington and his men had left with the prisoner Brown realized that his rum bottle was broken and must naturally be Legolas' fault. Now with Brown appeased by a new bottle Legolas should have gone to work on the back load of orders but simply couldn't concentrate.

After a half an hour of frustratingly stupid mistakes no elf should make Legolas groaned to himself and decided it was time to give in and give up for the day. He put away the tools and escaped to his room behind the shop. He needed to do some serious relaxing and he knew exactly what would fit the bill.

He crossed his room and knelt before a worn and dusty trunk in an unused corner of the room. It didn't look like much from a distance but on closer inspection it was quite unusual, at least to the average human. Made of the strangest type of wood - completely unlike anything normally seen and on the latch an inscription of some kind, but in a completely unreadable script. It was Legolas' prized possession, it and the things contained therein where his only lasting connections with the world of the old middle earth. The trunk was made of mallorn wood and the inscription in tengwar said simply, Legolas Thrandulion. Inside was a copy of Frodo's Red Book and several of Legolas' favorite Elvish writings, his Lorion cloak and broach from the days of the fellowship, a flag with the Gondorian crest, his mother's wedding ring, and most beloved of all his Galadhrim bow and quiver and his white knives. He lovingly took out the bow and almost reverently pulled back the string. No matter how many battles he had fought with that bow he was still awed by the beauty of the wood and the perfection of the draw. He strapped the quiver to his back and taking the bow closed the trunk and left the house to go back to his trees.

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It never failed; spending a few hours with his old weapons could always calm him down from anything. Rather strange considering all the times he had been on high alert with them. But they were strangely comforting; they brought him back to a better time, a time when his dearest friends were with him, a time when he was respected among humans as an elf, as a warrior and as a prince. He grinned as in rapid succession he shot Master Brown, Commodore Norrington and Jack Sparrow - otherwise known as 3 large coconuts set in a distant tree. He really needed to learn to have a better attitude about Norrington, he seemed like a decent enough sort who, with the exception of today, had never done anything to earn Legolas' dislike; but there was just something about him that grated on Legolas. He was so. so.boring; the man didn't seem to have a speck of anything resembling spirit in him. The talk around town said that a match between Norrington and young Miss Swann was inevitable but Legolas just couldn't see it. That exceedingly dull man with any descendant of Aragorn? Why it was so ridiculous it was positively laughable; except for the fact that Legolas knew well that 'proper society' had long all but abandoned the notion of marrying for love, or even compatibility, in favor of marriages of title or money. The Dunedain's had held out longer than most in letting their children marry for love but it looked like that was coming to an end. Legolas groaned to himself as he sent another arrow towards "Norrington" this time completely splitting the nut. He didn't like the way his thoughts were turning in relation to Elizabeth, oh why oh why did she have to look so much like his beautiful Silmarwen. He sighed and forced himself to put her - or rather both hers, from his mind and instead to focus on shooting arrow after arrow until he simply couldn't think anymore.

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Several hours latter Legolas paused in his shooting to look at the sky and was surprised to see how late it was, the sun was just starting to sink below the horizon. He sighed and sent one last arrow through a coconut, splitting it cleanly in two; then reluctantly retrieved his arrows and headed for home.

Having already spent the entire day in weapons practice, Legolas decided to use the night to get caught up on orders. There was no way he would be able to escape to the world of elven dreams tonight, something just didn't feel right. He could feel something evil was drawing near, it was much the same feeling he used to get when orcs or any other of Sauron and Sauruman's minions were close.

He went to the window, hoping for a clue as to his uneasiness. It was quiet, to quiet; the only sound was the screech of a cat as it ran down the ally. It was unnaturally dark and misty as if a dark cloud had settled over the town. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out what could possibly be near that would put him on edge like this. He thought his agitated mind must just be playing tricks on him when he heard a whistling noise overhead. Before he could think about what would whistle like that there was a crash and an explosion as the cannon ball hit a house. Cannons! Fired at the town that would have to mean pirates. He had been bested, albeit through cheating, by one pirate that day, it would not happen again. He darted across the shop, grabbing assorted weaponry as he went

As he burst through the shop door he could scarcely believe the number of pirates who were already fighting and looting everywhere. Catching sight of one particularly ugly buccaneer trying to rob a woman he hurled a hatchet nailing the pirate square in the back. He grinned to himself remembering for a moment the week he and Gimli had tried to teach each other their distinct weapons. Legolas had picked up on using hatchets and axes quickly enough and although he rather despised fighting with an ax he found the throwing hatchets quite useful in certain circumstances. Gimli however had spent most of the time dropping arrows, snapping himself with the string, and had even once ended up tangled in the bow. After freeing his humiliated friend Legolas had decided that there was a reason dwarves weren't known as archers and decided to try elvish knife work instead. Noticing another pirate coming out of a house with an armful of stolen jewelry he dashed over and cut him down before the disgusting man even knew what happened. Moving quickly around the square Legolas killed pirate after pirate with grace and speed. The defenseless women and children who had been terrorized by these pirates watched and marveled at the elegance and precision with which the soft spoken and seemingly ordinary blacksmith's apprentice slayed their tormentors.

As Legolas circled the square in his deadly dance he reluctantly admitted to himself that this felt good, not the killing so much, but he had been a warrior for most of his very long life, it was what he was best at, what he felt most as home as. He noted with satisfaction that all his practicing had paid off, he hadn't lost any of his hard earned skill through disuse. He had apparently lost some of his sensitivity, or at least gotten lazy and forgotten to use it, however, when he suddenly felt himself hoisted into the air. He looked down horrified into the face on an Uruk-hai, well not truly an uruk, but a man who must certainly have an orc ancestor somewhere in his family tree. "Say goodbye" the creature, for creature it seemed rather than man, growled. But Legolas heard a shrill whistle approaching and nimbly ducked out of the way as a cannon ball crashed into the wall above them sending a sign swinging wildly, hitting the pirate in the head and knocking him out. "Goodbye" Legolas replied smugly and prepared to fight the next pirate. But to his horror he saw not another pirate in front of him but Elizabeth, being drug to the boats by an ever-growing swarm of them. She caught his eye and screamed for him to help her, his breath caught in his chest "Elizabeth". As he moved to rescue her he was confronted with yet another pirate but as he looked closer he was baffled, he was quite sure he had already killed this particular pirate. Starring confusedly at the grinning and waving man, Legolas all of a sudden became aware of a strange hissing noise by his feet. As he looked down his stomach did a flip-flop, it was a small bomb and there was no time to run, even for an elf. The spark burned down the last bit of fuse and Legolas braced himself for the explosion, but it never came, it was a dud. He grinned back at the shocked pirate and moved in for the kill. As he raised his sword to strike the sound of many people running obscured the sound of the one coming up behind him. As the candlestick met his head Legolas crumpled to the ground, out cold.

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A/N: Ok I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry this took so long. 1 month, Yikes! Typical excuses, first week I was working ever single day, then school started, then I was gone over Labor Day, then I got sick etc etc. Thank you so much for all your wonderful wonderful reviews. I probably would have abandoned this as much as I'd hate to if it weren't for all of you begging for more. I'm hoping I can manage to update this every week or two. Right now I'm struggling just to get through each day and get the most necessary schoolwork done; I'm only getting this done cause I'm sick and tired of laying here coughing my lungs out and not sleeping. So I'm sitting here coughing my lungs out not sleeping and writing. Bronchitis, I get it every single year around this time - blasted allergies and my "irritant induced asthma like symptoms" (don't you just love doctors names for things *rolls eyes). Anyway, I'm not terribly happy with this chapter, the entire fight scene was written under the influence of an inhaler that makes me dizzy and shaky and confused and codine cough syrup that makes me sleepy and confused, the last paragraph is especially bad. But it is finally updated and right now that was the most important thing. As for the Elf/elf thing, there was really no agreement but I'm thinking Elvish as a language needs capitalization and Elf as a race depending on the context but not elven and such.

Maddie: yeah same here, watching that fight scene was so weird cause it was like you were watching Legolas fighting a pirate. And with the hair and eye color thing I haven't quite decided what I want to do with that yet. I will probably just kind of ignore it and leave it up to each reader to imagine what they will. Personally I tend to see the blond hair but the brown eyes (just cause I have a very serious thing for dark brown eyes ;) ) And thanks so much.:)

Tap Dancing Widow: You are perfectly welcome to use that idea, let me know so I can go read it (I love your vignettes btw)

Caribbean-Crossbones: hmm, I hadn't thought I was making him to stuck up but Ill try and watch out for it, I know it could happen pretty easily.

ElvenPirate41: my pen name means Lady of Music (I am a music major) Quenya or Sindarin, I have no clue, could be both for all I known :)

bunny-luver: lol your review finally got me going ok ok I have all these people waiting I have got to update this thing so everyone thank bunny- luver for finally getting my butt into gear :)

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Thank you all so much for you reviews they really mean a lot to me. ~Lindaleriel 9/10/03