Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien Estate and Pirates of the Caribbean belongs to whoever it is. The idea for this story is my own, which was inspired by other POTC/LOTR Crossovers I have read. Thank you for your time.
A/N: Wow, I have really been good with updating lately. Even with college going on for me! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, but it's kind of short and not very interesting. It is important though! DO NOT SKIP THIS CHAPTER! Ahem. Enjoy the story. And review!
Chapter 3: Those Left Behind/Bootstrap Bill
Amrunien gazed unwavering across the vast sea with sadness and longing. She had told Thranduil of his father's note and instructions; she was already struggling with the grief of loosing a husband, and couldn't bare the thought of her son following him. Every day since Legolas had left them, Amrunien had come to this same place to watch and wait for him to come home. She hoped the Valar would allow him back, even though he had left so suddenly. She was beginning to worry about Thranduil's approach to this. He was spending more time by himself, and only talked when necessary. Amrunien sighed and turned her back on the unchanging sea. Her watch was over for today.
Thranduil pounded the glowing iron with all his might, lost deep in thought. He sighed as he came to, finding that he had ended up with a short and wide dagger. It wasn't the type of sword he was trying to make, but he was so frustrated with his father that this was one of the only ways to vent that frustration. Thranduil set his tools down and left the open air smithy to practice his swordsmanship, as well as his archery. He knew he would never be as good as his father at archery, but this knowledge only served to motivate him to practice even harder. Thranduil was beginning to become more skilled than most elves, and the tournaments were no longer much of a challenge for him. Thranduil sighed and paused in his strenuous practice to gaze at the setting sun, his father's final message running through his mind.
Dear Family,
I have departed Valinor in search of adventure. I shall be a merchant trader and sail the seas for a time. Do not try to follow me, for I do not wish for you to be exiled as well. You may hear from me again, so until then, namarie.
Legolas Greenleaf
Thranduil banished this train of thought, and left to dine with his mother. Their meals were no longer filled with laughter, singing, or tales of the Fellowship; they were now silent and mournful times which were hurried through as quickly as possible.
Legolas stared at Jack incredulously. "My name is to be 'Bootstrap Bill'? Why must I have such a name?"
"Because of your strange bootstraps. Savvy?"
Legolas glanced down at his shoes, and realized that the fake straps did indeed have more detail than could be done by any human in that age. Legolas looked up, inwardly chiding himself for making his own clothes before studying the clothes of that era more closely. "But, I am not truly wearing boots."
"They look like boots to me, mate."
Legolas sighed in defeat, and allowed Jack to guide him onto the Black Pearl.
A/N: So, how was it? Please tell me what I can do to improve it. Read and Review! Ja ne!