Hullo, there. Here's Chapter 2. I know you're all dying for
Jack, Will, or Elizabeth to show up, so I'll get right to the
point. Please R&R!
Here we go.
Aragorn was very puzzled.
'Port Royal?" he thought, confusedly. He was sure there was no where in Middle Earth called Port Royal.it was a very odd name too.
He went back into the town square and dipped his bottle into the fountain. He took a deep swig on it and re-corked it. Then he looked around him. A couple of heads had poked around the corner of an alleyway, but disappeared as soon as Aragorn's eyes rested on them.
Aragorn shook his head. He made for the door of a fashionable- looking inn, labeled 'The Eagle's Nest' in gold lettering, ascended the two white stone steps before the oak door, and was about to open it, when a voice rang out behind him.
"Oi! You!"
Aragorn span around to see a young man, running up to him, brandishing a very long, thin sword in his right hand, and carrying a hammer in his left. He looked to be about twenty. He had dark, untidy hair which crept down the back of his neck to his shoulders. He had a neat moustache to match the colour of his hair. He was wearing a light brown vest over top of a white shirt. His face bore an uncanny resemblance to Legolas'.
Aragorn drew Anduríl, next to which the young man's sword looked like a joke.
"You!" repeated the man, as though Aragorn had not heard him. Aragorn descended the white steps to come face-to-face with the man. He had striking amber eyes.
"Yes?" said Aragorn impatiently.
"What are you doing?" said the man, puffing himself up to look important. He looked more like a scruff-bag to Aragorn than someone important.
"I am attempting to enter this inn," said Aragorn, nodding his head backwards toward The Eagle's Nest door. "Is that a crime?"
"That is not what I was referring to," said the man. "I am referring to you barging in here with your sword and attacking the commoners."
Aragorn observed the man.
"'The commoners' eh?" said Aragorn. "You look to be in no position to be talking like that. Look at you - you're not nobility. You're filthy. Aha! a blacksmith," he added, noting his hammer.
The young man bounced on the balls of his heels, looking offended.
"I imagine I am at least more important than you; look at your hair," said the man tersely in one breath. "It looks like it has never seen a blade in its life. And your clothes.very peculiar."
The man, apparently pleased with himself, puffed himself up even more and uselessly attempted to flatten his hair.
Suddenly, Aragorn felt guilty. He did not know why, but he just felt guilty about insulting the man.
"Look, I'm sorry," said Aragorn. "I'm just confused. I have no idea where I am. I was in Minas Tirith and heard my son was sick, so I -"
"Where?" said the man, thoroughly confused.
"Minas Tirith," Aragorn repeated. Still the man looked puzzled.
"The Tower of the Guard?" said Aragorn. The man shook his head.
"It's the city of Gondor! Don't you know anything? Well, anyway, my son was taken ill and so I went to pick some Athelas, and - "
"Pick what?" the man asked, completely discombobulated.
"Athelas!" said the exasperated Aragorn. "Kingsfoil! It's a kind of medicinal weed, used to slow poison. So, I went to pick some of this Kingsfoil, and I found a large gold coin, with a strange skull in the middle. When I picked it up, the world around me disappeared and I reappeared in a grove of those very odd trees on the beach."
"Palm trees," corrected the man.
"Palm trees, thank you," said Aragorn, annoyed. "And now I do not know where I am."
"What did you say you found which brought you here?" said the man, now fairly interested.
Aragorn was quite taken aback. He had expected the man not to believe him.
"It was an odd sort of gold coin, with raised markings around the edges. In the middle there was a grotesque skull."
Now the man seemed to be very interested. Then, without explaining his interest, he said, "I'm Will Turner," he said, putting his feeble sword back in its sheath and holding out his now free hand. Aragorn shook it.
"Aragorn Evenstar," he said. Will raised his eyebrows, as though as to say, "That's an odd name," but resisted actually saying it.
"Come on," said Will, releasing Aragorn's hand. "I'll get you a room in the Eagle's Nest."
They were about to go into the inn, when two burly men in red jackets, and black tricorns came running down the street, shouting after them. They were each carrying a long, metal, tube like object with a wooden end and a blade fitted above the opening at the front.
"Oh, damn," said Will. "Bailiffs."
"Excuse me?" said Aragorn.
"Bailiffs," Will said again. "You see, you can't exactly charge into the town square waving a dirty great sword around."
"What are they carrying?" said Aragorn, eyeing the tube like objects.
"Muskets," replied Will, slightly confused as to why Aragorn did not know what muskets were. "They fire a lead ball to kill from long range."
"The same principle as a bow, then?" said Aragorn.
"Yes." said Will, faintly at the idea that Aragorn was still stuck in the era of bows and arrows.
The two burly men hurried up to Aragorn and Will.
"You're under arrest," said the first one, "by order of Comm'dore Norrin'ton."
How will Aragorn escape from the bailiffs? Is Will going to be able to squeeze him out of it? Find out in Chapter 3, which I will upload as soon as possible.
Here we go.
Aragorn was very puzzled.
'Port Royal?" he thought, confusedly. He was sure there was no where in Middle Earth called Port Royal.it was a very odd name too.
He went back into the town square and dipped his bottle into the fountain. He took a deep swig on it and re-corked it. Then he looked around him. A couple of heads had poked around the corner of an alleyway, but disappeared as soon as Aragorn's eyes rested on them.
Aragorn shook his head. He made for the door of a fashionable- looking inn, labeled 'The Eagle's Nest' in gold lettering, ascended the two white stone steps before the oak door, and was about to open it, when a voice rang out behind him.
"Oi! You!"
Aragorn span around to see a young man, running up to him, brandishing a very long, thin sword in his right hand, and carrying a hammer in his left. He looked to be about twenty. He had dark, untidy hair which crept down the back of his neck to his shoulders. He had a neat moustache to match the colour of his hair. He was wearing a light brown vest over top of a white shirt. His face bore an uncanny resemblance to Legolas'.
Aragorn drew Anduríl, next to which the young man's sword looked like a joke.
"You!" repeated the man, as though Aragorn had not heard him. Aragorn descended the white steps to come face-to-face with the man. He had striking amber eyes.
"Yes?" said Aragorn impatiently.
"What are you doing?" said the man, puffing himself up to look important. He looked more like a scruff-bag to Aragorn than someone important.
"I am attempting to enter this inn," said Aragorn, nodding his head backwards toward The Eagle's Nest door. "Is that a crime?"
"That is not what I was referring to," said the man. "I am referring to you barging in here with your sword and attacking the commoners."
Aragorn observed the man.
"'The commoners' eh?" said Aragorn. "You look to be in no position to be talking like that. Look at you - you're not nobility. You're filthy. Aha! a blacksmith," he added, noting his hammer.
The young man bounced on the balls of his heels, looking offended.
"I imagine I am at least more important than you; look at your hair," said the man tersely in one breath. "It looks like it has never seen a blade in its life. And your clothes.very peculiar."
The man, apparently pleased with himself, puffed himself up even more and uselessly attempted to flatten his hair.
Suddenly, Aragorn felt guilty. He did not know why, but he just felt guilty about insulting the man.
"Look, I'm sorry," said Aragorn. "I'm just confused. I have no idea where I am. I was in Minas Tirith and heard my son was sick, so I -"
"Where?" said the man, thoroughly confused.
"Minas Tirith," Aragorn repeated. Still the man looked puzzled.
"The Tower of the Guard?" said Aragorn. The man shook his head.
"It's the city of Gondor! Don't you know anything? Well, anyway, my son was taken ill and so I went to pick some Athelas, and - "
"Pick what?" the man asked, completely discombobulated.
"Athelas!" said the exasperated Aragorn. "Kingsfoil! It's a kind of medicinal weed, used to slow poison. So, I went to pick some of this Kingsfoil, and I found a large gold coin, with a strange skull in the middle. When I picked it up, the world around me disappeared and I reappeared in a grove of those very odd trees on the beach."
"Palm trees," corrected the man.
"Palm trees, thank you," said Aragorn, annoyed. "And now I do not know where I am."
"What did you say you found which brought you here?" said the man, now fairly interested.
Aragorn was quite taken aback. He had expected the man not to believe him.
"It was an odd sort of gold coin, with raised markings around the edges. In the middle there was a grotesque skull."
Now the man seemed to be very interested. Then, without explaining his interest, he said, "I'm Will Turner," he said, putting his feeble sword back in its sheath and holding out his now free hand. Aragorn shook it.
"Aragorn Evenstar," he said. Will raised his eyebrows, as though as to say, "That's an odd name," but resisted actually saying it.
"Come on," said Will, releasing Aragorn's hand. "I'll get you a room in the Eagle's Nest."
They were about to go into the inn, when two burly men in red jackets, and black tricorns came running down the street, shouting after them. They were each carrying a long, metal, tube like object with a wooden end and a blade fitted above the opening at the front.
"Oh, damn," said Will. "Bailiffs."
"Excuse me?" said Aragorn.
"Bailiffs," Will said again. "You see, you can't exactly charge into the town square waving a dirty great sword around."
"What are they carrying?" said Aragorn, eyeing the tube like objects.
"Muskets," replied Will, slightly confused as to why Aragorn did not know what muskets were. "They fire a lead ball to kill from long range."
"The same principle as a bow, then?" said Aragorn.
"Yes." said Will, faintly at the idea that Aragorn was still stuck in the era of bows and arrows.
The two burly men hurried up to Aragorn and Will.
"You're under arrest," said the first one, "by order of Comm'dore Norrin'ton."
How will Aragorn escape from the bailiffs? Is Will going to be able to squeeze him out of it? Find out in Chapter 3, which I will upload as soon as possible.