Mistaken Identity:
Formidable Foes
Disclaimer: I own nothing Lord of the Rings. If you don't recognize it, it comes from the twisted depths of my imagination.
Author's note: Yes, it's me again. I simply wanted to point out that later on, the words are not misspelled. A good friend of mineis a whiz with accents, and came up with a model for me to base the burr on. If I have butchered anything, I apologize profusely in advance.
Chapter two
Legolas slowly opened his eyes, a dull, throbbing pain echoing in his skull. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his neck as he took in his surroundings.
The lighting was dim, almost non-existent, but his Elvish eyes saw barrels all around, along with carefully-stacks bags.
The ground beneath him swayed, and he quickly sought to steady himself. It then dawned on the Elf that he was not rolling- he and everything around him was rocking back and forth.
"Elbereth," he moaned. "Where did those twins stash me now?"
Standing to his feet, he sharply rapped his head on the low ceiling, made of wood, as was the floor. Rubbing the painful bump on his crown with a scowl at the roof, he slowly made his way towards the shaft of sunlight that shone sickly through a large hole.
"Hello?" he called up through the grate-covered hole. There was a slight scuffle above, then two scruffy, grizzled men leaned over the edge, coming into the prince's view.
"Oy!" bellowed the first one. "We got us a stow-away."
"Aye," the second replied with a grim look down at the Elf. "Better take hem tae th' Cap'n."
The grate was quickly removed, and Legolas was roughly hauled up into the deck. As Legolas was pushed across the rolling deck by the two men, he saw that he was aboard a ship, surrounded by a wary, glaring crew.
They were approaching the forward of the ship, where a tall, commanding figure stood, back to the crew. The man's arms were clasped at his back, and he stood with his feet apart, legs braced, easily standing the rolling of the vessel. When they were three feet from the man, he fiddled with something before him, and Legolas was brought to a stop a foot from the person.
"Cap'n, sir," the first man said with respect in his tone. "We found thes in th' hold."
The Captain turned around, and Legolas found himself staring down the barrel of a cocked pistol, the emerald-green eyes on the other end colder than the Caradhras in the dead of winter.
"Wha hae we heerr?" the man asked, eyebrow raised. "A stowaway aboard my ship?"
And suddenly the prince realized that the Captain was a woman.
The woman released the hammer of her pistol, returning it to her hip.
"Wha es yer nem, laddie," she demanded, a thick burr in her voice that was very similar to the accent of the other crewmen.
When Legolas simply glared levelly at her, she shrugged, and turned to the younger of the two men beside of the prince.
"Tae hem below, Mr Douglas," she said. "Aye, sir," Douglas replied, pulling the Elf down into the hold to a small room.
"Wha shou' we do wi' hem?" the remaining man inquired.
She turned piercing eyes on her first mate, then shrugged. "If he's nae a spy, we'll drop hem off et th' next port we come tae."
"An' ef he es?"
"We kill hem," was the cold reply.
Hey hey! I'm still looking for a beta, if any of ya'll are interested. This is it for a few days. The next chapter should be out within a week. Sorry for the cliff hanger!