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Thorin and Gimli
A Light On the Water
Chapter 1:
Isabella Porter looked around the crowded ballroom, each and every person dressed up in elegant gowns or suits. Her brown eyes scanned the room searching for the Commodore Norrington, whom she had her eyes set on. Lovely music sailed through the air as she searched and after a few moments, she finally spotted him, dressed in his fine Navy uniform, speaking to Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter, near where the musicians were playing. Elizabeth looked stunning in her peach ball gown and her lovely light brown hair up in a neat bun, making Isabella feel small and childish. She looked down at her own attire. It was red dress covered in sequins, wearing reddish-black shoes to go with the fine gown. She also wore an emerald necklace, embedded in silver, around her neck with white gloves. Sighing, she sat down in to an empty chair that was nearby and watched Norrington, waiting for Elizabeth to go away so that she could have a chance to talk with him. She suddenly felt a stab of envy as she watched Elizabeth laughing with the Commodore. Isabella wondered what they were talking about.
Giving up on Norrington, for the moment, Isabella got up and decided to see where her sister, Guenevere Porter, was. It was a surprise that her tomboyish sister was willing to go with her to a ball like this; usually she would refuse. Guen despised dressing up and dancing all fancy. She wove through the crowds of people talking and dancing, while she searched carefully. After several moments she managed to spot her on the large balcony at the back of the hall over looking the gardens. Even though Guen hated dressing up, she sure looked eye-catching in her dress, a flowered light-blue gown with matching shoes and a very pretty diamond necklace to match. She was apparently in a deep conversation with a well, if plainly dressed, dark haired man, when Isabella quickly cleared her throat to let them know she was there. She addressed the young man as they turned toward her.
"Let me be the first to offer my congratulations, Will," she said grinning at her and Guen's childhood friend. Will beamed and bowed formally.
"And I hope you may find the same happiness as I, lady." He said, with mock seriousness. Guen snorted, and rolled her eyes.
"You both are mad to want to get tied down to someone, you know." She said, crossing her arms. "Especially someone like Norrington, Izzy. No offense, but he's a complete bore. Not that you'd have any chance with him anyway, he seems perfectly happy to cuddle up with Elizabeth." She nodded towards the couple, still smiling and laughing at something the other had said.
"You would think it wasn't Elizabeth and Will's engagement dinner," Isabella said, glaring at the governor's daughter.
"I'm sure he'd fall for you Izzy, if he met you. Maybe I can introduce you once Elizabeth and I are married." Will offered, not at all perturbed by the attention Elizabeth was giving the Commodore, and not her fiancé.
"I honestly don't understand what you see I her. Who would want to marry some snobby daughter of a governor, anyway?" Guen glared at Will, and Will gave an exasperated sigh; they had obviously had this conversation before.
"I love her, Guen. I've told you that more than once. I don't understand what you have against her." He said, seriously.
"It's not her," Isabella said, slyly, eying her sister. "It's just that she's desperately in lo—OW!" she cried as Guen stomped hard on her foot, glaring daggers. Will eyed the two of them curiously.
"You two look like you have something you don't want to tell me." He said.
"Maybe we do, but you're most defiantly not going to find out." Guen said quickly. "Nothing you'd want to know anyway. So, isn't that pirate friend of yours supposed to be here?"
Isabella smiled and shook her head. Guen was impossible. Her sister had been in love with Will Turner for almost as long as he had been in love with Elizabeth, and yet she had never even attempted to gain his attentions. A hopeless cause, she often said, but Isabella thought that they might have ended up together, if Guen had given it a chance. Isabella sighed inwardly. Or maybe it was only because she read far too many romance novels.
"Jack?" Will said, "Yes, he's supposed to come. No doubt he'll be late, though. He loves making an entrance."
Isabella and Guen had been in England visiting their grandparents when the infamous Jack Sparrow had shown up and Will had departed on his adventure, without them. Friends for as long as they could remember, Will, Guen, and Isabella had grown up playing pirates and explorers, pretending to have excellent adventures. The girls' mother had died of typhoid when Isabella five and Guen four. Their father, Port Royale's warden, raised the girls on his own, but still grieved deeply for his dead wife. They had remained friends growing up, and both, but especially Guen, were disappointed that Will had gone on a real adventure, while the two had been in England.
Suddenly the large entrance doors banged open and in swaggered a tall dark- haired, dark-eyed man. His eyes were rimmed in kohl, and he had a forked beard with beads on the end. He wore a navy, well-traveled overcoat, tunic, blue breeches, and brown boots folded over at the knee. On his head was three-cornered hat, and beads adorned his jet-black hair. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their full attention on the strange man. He looked at everyone and grinned, revealing many gold teeth.
"Alright everyone, this party can now start since Captain Jack Sparrow has arrived!" He started doing this odd dance, while everyone stared.
"Maybe later." He muttered and sauntered over to where Will, Isabella, and Guen were standing.
"Jack," Will said, smirking. "Nice entrance you made."
Jack grinned at Will showing off his gold teeth. "Practically had them eating out of my hands, aye, mate?"
"Jack let me introduce you to my two best friends, Guen and Isabella Porter." Will said, motioning to the two girls.
Guen grinned widely. "Will has talked about you a lot. I would have loved to have joined you on your adventure."
"Ah, so you're not as against pirates as our Mr. Turner, aye?" he said smiling cheekily. "However, if a lovely lady such as yourself would ever find yourself in danger such as Elizabeth was, I would find myself honored to come to your rescue."
"I'm quite sure I can take care of myself, Captain Sparrow." Guen said, giving him an icy smile. She hated being referred to as a damsel in distress. "But I'm a better swordsman than even Will."
"Oh are you now?" Jack said, chuckling. "Well, I certainly don't envy the men you end up courting. That glare could melt steel!"
Will laughed and then grinned, putting his arm around Guen's shoulders. "Tis true Jack. I'm afraid she shames my skills in swordplay. And yours too, I reckon, given the chance."
"Well, I may take it up with you, mate." Jack said, tipping his three- cornered hat slightly. "And is your sister as fiery as yourself?"
Will's friend baffled Isabella. True, Will had said that Jack was a pirate, but Isabella had a completely different image of them than what stood before her. She looked at Guen, who seemed excited to finally meet a pirate, even though he had already managed to insult her twice. For years Guen had talked about wanting to be a pirate and joining a crew someday. Of course, Isabella thought it was utterly ridiculous. True, she loved to play pirates, but only for pretend, not for real. She had heard that pirates were a bunch of scallywags, and stole people's things and hurt others. Isabella had taken a large step back as soon as the pirate captain approached. He had obviously noticed, to Isabella's horror, for he smiled at her, making her feel most uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked, a gleam in his brown eyes as he took a step closer to her, "Never seen a pirate before?"
Isabella kept her eyes on the floor, forcing herself not to look at him. "No." Isabella said keeping her voice steady and her eyes on the floor, "I just thought I saw something on the floor. Not that means anything to you."
"Well it does to me." A voice came from behind them, "I don't think we want pests in here." Everyone turned to see Elizabeth Swann walking, or rather, gliding towards them. Guen gave her the most terrible glare as she approached, but Elizabeth took no notice. Isabella understood what Jack had meant about melting steel. That look should have burned her clothes off!
"Hello Jack." Elizabeth said addressing the pirate. Isabella looked up and Jack winked at her before turned to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth." He said, giving her an overly elaborate bow, taking off his hat and everything. "I would have seen you before this, but it's so awful knowing you lie in the arms of another." Elizabeth giggled before turning to the others.
"Now what are all you doing over in this cramped area?" Elizabeth asked cheerfully. "I know you hate being social Will, but you shouldn't hide from the guests!" Guen snorted loudly, but Elizabeth either didn't hear it, unlikely, or chose to ignore it. "We were just talking." Will said, smiling lovingly at his fiancé. Guen's eyes flashed and she began plucking at the sleeves of her dress. Isabella had to tap her until she finally stopped. The dresses had been expensive, and they couldn't afford to be wrecked, simply because Guen couldn't control her temper.
Elizabeth nodded, still smiling happily. "Well, Will would you care to dance?"
Will took Elizabeth arm and looped it around his. "Of course. See you in a little while, Jack." Then he danced off with Elizabeth.
After they left, Isabella focused on finding Norrington since he was free from Elizabeth. Once again she spotted him, then sighed in frustration because now he was talking to some other woman, and Isabella knew it would be rude to interfere with their conversation. She turned to Guen who was watching Will and Elizabeth swirl round and round on the dance floor with an envious look on her face, arms crossed over her chest.
"Would you like to return home now, Guen?" Isabella asked, pulling on her sister's arm. "It's getting late anyway. I hate leaving father home alone for long." Guen nodded and the two made their way across the room and out into the entrance hall. At the massive wooden doors, Jack Sparrow intercepted them.
"Sorry, to disturb you two, but you wouldn't happen to know where I can find an inn to stay do you?" he asked, then rolled his eyes. "I'm afraid the high-town and fancy-to-do class of Port Royale don't know how to have a celebration."
"There's the Queen's Rose down on Third Street, right next to the baker's," Guen said, grinning. "They sell a decent rum."
Isabella rolled her eyes. If their father had any idea Guen had gone near any type of inn, no matter how respectable, he would thrash her hide.
"Much obliged, mates. I'll just be heading off then." he said, and turned and left, walking like he was already drunk, knowing that if he wasn't, he soon would be. Will had emphasized the pirate's love for rum.
Isabella and Guen made their way along the quiet streets of Port Royale, most of its citizens sleeping soundly. When they reached the jail, they nodded to the guards at the door and walked up a flight of stairs to the living quarters of the warden. After his wife's death, Benjamin Porter went into a state of severe grief. He went from a jovial, if stern man, to a quiet, sad jailer who rarely smiled, and never laughed. He spent most of his days, sitting in his chair near the fire, smoking his pipe, and staring out the window in to harbor. It saddened both girls to see their father reduced to this, but the many attempts to pull him out of this slump had been futile. Guen and Isabella cared for him as best they could, but both knew that there was really nothing they could do.
When the girls opened the door into there house, he was sitting in his chair and didn't even seem to notice them come in. Guen and Isabella exchanged a sad look, before Guen went to turn down Mr. Porter's bed and Isabella went to see him.
"It's late. You should be in bed, Papa." She said keeling next to his chair. He turned to her, as if coming out of a trance and gave her the shadow of a smile.
"I was waiting up for you girls to get home," he said softly. "Have you snared the Commodore yet?"
Isabella smiled at her father's attempt at humor, and shook her head. "I think not, Papa, but it is no bother." At that moment, Guen came back into the room.
"Everyone asked about you, Papa." She said sitting next to Isabella. "They were sorry you couldn't join us."
"Well, maybe next time." He said. "Did you have a good time?"
"Excellent." Isabella smiled, "Everyone was lovely, and the food was prepared especially well." Guen nodded in agreement.
"And you two were no doubt the loveliest women to grace that house, no?" he gave another small smile.
Guen and Isabella laughed softly. "And now, Papa, it is time you are getting to bed. We are tired as well." Guen smiled and stood, offering her arm to her father. Mr. Porter brushed her arm away, preferring to stand himself, and even helped Isabella to her feet.
"You two coddle me too much." He said, looking fondly at his daughters. "I'll see you in the morning." He walked to his room and quietly closed the door behind him. Isabella and Guen went to their own rooms, made ready for bed, and quickly fell asleep.
A Light On the Water
Chapter 1:
Isabella Porter looked around the crowded ballroom, each and every person dressed up in elegant gowns or suits. Her brown eyes scanned the room searching for the Commodore Norrington, whom she had her eyes set on. Lovely music sailed through the air as she searched and after a few moments, she finally spotted him, dressed in his fine Navy uniform, speaking to Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter, near where the musicians were playing. Elizabeth looked stunning in her peach ball gown and her lovely light brown hair up in a neat bun, making Isabella feel small and childish. She looked down at her own attire. It was red dress covered in sequins, wearing reddish-black shoes to go with the fine gown. She also wore an emerald necklace, embedded in silver, around her neck with white gloves. Sighing, she sat down in to an empty chair that was nearby and watched Norrington, waiting for Elizabeth to go away so that she could have a chance to talk with him. She suddenly felt a stab of envy as she watched Elizabeth laughing with the Commodore. Isabella wondered what they were talking about.
Giving up on Norrington, for the moment, Isabella got up and decided to see where her sister, Guenevere Porter, was. It was a surprise that her tomboyish sister was willing to go with her to a ball like this; usually she would refuse. Guen despised dressing up and dancing all fancy. She wove through the crowds of people talking and dancing, while she searched carefully. After several moments she managed to spot her on the large balcony at the back of the hall over looking the gardens. Even though Guen hated dressing up, she sure looked eye-catching in her dress, a flowered light-blue gown with matching shoes and a very pretty diamond necklace to match. She was apparently in a deep conversation with a well, if plainly dressed, dark haired man, when Isabella quickly cleared her throat to let them know she was there. She addressed the young man as they turned toward her.
"Let me be the first to offer my congratulations, Will," she said grinning at her and Guen's childhood friend. Will beamed and bowed formally.
"And I hope you may find the same happiness as I, lady." He said, with mock seriousness. Guen snorted, and rolled her eyes.
"You both are mad to want to get tied down to someone, you know." She said, crossing her arms. "Especially someone like Norrington, Izzy. No offense, but he's a complete bore. Not that you'd have any chance with him anyway, he seems perfectly happy to cuddle up with Elizabeth." She nodded towards the couple, still smiling and laughing at something the other had said.
"You would think it wasn't Elizabeth and Will's engagement dinner," Isabella said, glaring at the governor's daughter.
"I'm sure he'd fall for you Izzy, if he met you. Maybe I can introduce you once Elizabeth and I are married." Will offered, not at all perturbed by the attention Elizabeth was giving the Commodore, and not her fiancé.
"I honestly don't understand what you see I her. Who would want to marry some snobby daughter of a governor, anyway?" Guen glared at Will, and Will gave an exasperated sigh; they had obviously had this conversation before.
"I love her, Guen. I've told you that more than once. I don't understand what you have against her." He said, seriously.
"It's not her," Isabella said, slyly, eying her sister. "It's just that she's desperately in lo—OW!" she cried as Guen stomped hard on her foot, glaring daggers. Will eyed the two of them curiously.
"You two look like you have something you don't want to tell me." He said.
"Maybe we do, but you're most defiantly not going to find out." Guen said quickly. "Nothing you'd want to know anyway. So, isn't that pirate friend of yours supposed to be here?"
Isabella smiled and shook her head. Guen was impossible. Her sister had been in love with Will Turner for almost as long as he had been in love with Elizabeth, and yet she had never even attempted to gain his attentions. A hopeless cause, she often said, but Isabella thought that they might have ended up together, if Guen had given it a chance. Isabella sighed inwardly. Or maybe it was only because she read far too many romance novels.
"Jack?" Will said, "Yes, he's supposed to come. No doubt he'll be late, though. He loves making an entrance."
Isabella and Guen had been in England visiting their grandparents when the infamous Jack Sparrow had shown up and Will had departed on his adventure, without them. Friends for as long as they could remember, Will, Guen, and Isabella had grown up playing pirates and explorers, pretending to have excellent adventures. The girls' mother had died of typhoid when Isabella five and Guen four. Their father, Port Royale's warden, raised the girls on his own, but still grieved deeply for his dead wife. They had remained friends growing up, and both, but especially Guen, were disappointed that Will had gone on a real adventure, while the two had been in England.
Suddenly the large entrance doors banged open and in swaggered a tall dark- haired, dark-eyed man. His eyes were rimmed in kohl, and he had a forked beard with beads on the end. He wore a navy, well-traveled overcoat, tunic, blue breeches, and brown boots folded over at the knee. On his head was three-cornered hat, and beads adorned his jet-black hair. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their full attention on the strange man. He looked at everyone and grinned, revealing many gold teeth.
"Alright everyone, this party can now start since Captain Jack Sparrow has arrived!" He started doing this odd dance, while everyone stared.
"Maybe later." He muttered and sauntered over to where Will, Isabella, and Guen were standing.
"Jack," Will said, smirking. "Nice entrance you made."
Jack grinned at Will showing off his gold teeth. "Practically had them eating out of my hands, aye, mate?"
"Jack let me introduce you to my two best friends, Guen and Isabella Porter." Will said, motioning to the two girls.
Guen grinned widely. "Will has talked about you a lot. I would have loved to have joined you on your adventure."
"Ah, so you're not as against pirates as our Mr. Turner, aye?" he said smiling cheekily. "However, if a lovely lady such as yourself would ever find yourself in danger such as Elizabeth was, I would find myself honored to come to your rescue."
"I'm quite sure I can take care of myself, Captain Sparrow." Guen said, giving him an icy smile. She hated being referred to as a damsel in distress. "But I'm a better swordsman than even Will."
"Oh are you now?" Jack said, chuckling. "Well, I certainly don't envy the men you end up courting. That glare could melt steel!"
Will laughed and then grinned, putting his arm around Guen's shoulders. "Tis true Jack. I'm afraid she shames my skills in swordplay. And yours too, I reckon, given the chance."
"Well, I may take it up with you, mate." Jack said, tipping his three- cornered hat slightly. "And is your sister as fiery as yourself?"
Will's friend baffled Isabella. True, Will had said that Jack was a pirate, but Isabella had a completely different image of them than what stood before her. She looked at Guen, who seemed excited to finally meet a pirate, even though he had already managed to insult her twice. For years Guen had talked about wanting to be a pirate and joining a crew someday. Of course, Isabella thought it was utterly ridiculous. True, she loved to play pirates, but only for pretend, not for real. She had heard that pirates were a bunch of scallywags, and stole people's things and hurt others. Isabella had taken a large step back as soon as the pirate captain approached. He had obviously noticed, to Isabella's horror, for he smiled at her, making her feel most uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked, a gleam in his brown eyes as he took a step closer to her, "Never seen a pirate before?"
Isabella kept her eyes on the floor, forcing herself not to look at him. "No." Isabella said keeping her voice steady and her eyes on the floor, "I just thought I saw something on the floor. Not that means anything to you."
"Well it does to me." A voice came from behind them, "I don't think we want pests in here." Everyone turned to see Elizabeth Swann walking, or rather, gliding towards them. Guen gave her the most terrible glare as she approached, but Elizabeth took no notice. Isabella understood what Jack had meant about melting steel. That look should have burned her clothes off!
"Hello Jack." Elizabeth said addressing the pirate. Isabella looked up and Jack winked at her before turned to Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth." He said, giving her an overly elaborate bow, taking off his hat and everything. "I would have seen you before this, but it's so awful knowing you lie in the arms of another." Elizabeth giggled before turning to the others.
"Now what are all you doing over in this cramped area?" Elizabeth asked cheerfully. "I know you hate being social Will, but you shouldn't hide from the guests!" Guen snorted loudly, but Elizabeth either didn't hear it, unlikely, or chose to ignore it. "We were just talking." Will said, smiling lovingly at his fiancé. Guen's eyes flashed and she began plucking at the sleeves of her dress. Isabella had to tap her until she finally stopped. The dresses had been expensive, and they couldn't afford to be wrecked, simply because Guen couldn't control her temper.
Elizabeth nodded, still smiling happily. "Well, Will would you care to dance?"
Will took Elizabeth arm and looped it around his. "Of course. See you in a little while, Jack." Then he danced off with Elizabeth.
After they left, Isabella focused on finding Norrington since he was free from Elizabeth. Once again she spotted him, then sighed in frustration because now he was talking to some other woman, and Isabella knew it would be rude to interfere with their conversation. She turned to Guen who was watching Will and Elizabeth swirl round and round on the dance floor with an envious look on her face, arms crossed over her chest.
"Would you like to return home now, Guen?" Isabella asked, pulling on her sister's arm. "It's getting late anyway. I hate leaving father home alone for long." Guen nodded and the two made their way across the room and out into the entrance hall. At the massive wooden doors, Jack Sparrow intercepted them.
"Sorry, to disturb you two, but you wouldn't happen to know where I can find an inn to stay do you?" he asked, then rolled his eyes. "I'm afraid the high-town and fancy-to-do class of Port Royale don't know how to have a celebration."
"There's the Queen's Rose down on Third Street, right next to the baker's," Guen said, grinning. "They sell a decent rum."
Isabella rolled her eyes. If their father had any idea Guen had gone near any type of inn, no matter how respectable, he would thrash her hide.
"Much obliged, mates. I'll just be heading off then." he said, and turned and left, walking like he was already drunk, knowing that if he wasn't, he soon would be. Will had emphasized the pirate's love for rum.
Isabella and Guen made their way along the quiet streets of Port Royale, most of its citizens sleeping soundly. When they reached the jail, they nodded to the guards at the door and walked up a flight of stairs to the living quarters of the warden. After his wife's death, Benjamin Porter went into a state of severe grief. He went from a jovial, if stern man, to a quiet, sad jailer who rarely smiled, and never laughed. He spent most of his days, sitting in his chair near the fire, smoking his pipe, and staring out the window in to harbor. It saddened both girls to see their father reduced to this, but the many attempts to pull him out of this slump had been futile. Guen and Isabella cared for him as best they could, but both knew that there was really nothing they could do.
When the girls opened the door into there house, he was sitting in his chair and didn't even seem to notice them come in. Guen and Isabella exchanged a sad look, before Guen went to turn down Mr. Porter's bed and Isabella went to see him.
"It's late. You should be in bed, Papa." She said keeling next to his chair. He turned to her, as if coming out of a trance and gave her the shadow of a smile.
"I was waiting up for you girls to get home," he said softly. "Have you snared the Commodore yet?"
Isabella smiled at her father's attempt at humor, and shook her head. "I think not, Papa, but it is no bother." At that moment, Guen came back into the room.
"Everyone asked about you, Papa." She said sitting next to Isabella. "They were sorry you couldn't join us."
"Well, maybe next time." He said. "Did you have a good time?"
"Excellent." Isabella smiled, "Everyone was lovely, and the food was prepared especially well." Guen nodded in agreement.
"And you two were no doubt the loveliest women to grace that house, no?" he gave another small smile.
Guen and Isabella laughed softly. "And now, Papa, it is time you are getting to bed. We are tired as well." Guen smiled and stood, offering her arm to her father. Mr. Porter brushed her arm away, preferring to stand himself, and even helped Isabella to her feet.
"You two coddle me too much." He said, looking fondly at his daughters. "I'll see you in the morning." He walked to his room and quietly closed the door behind him. Isabella and Guen went to their own rooms, made ready for bed, and quickly fell asleep.