Through A Nightingale's Eyes
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own my characters and some of the storyline.
~IMPORTANT~ Please DO NOT flame my story, because you have been warned. By the way, I HAVE read the LOTR books. If you have some constructive criticism or tips for me, please e-mail me at:
celticpirate87@charter.net
Thank you for your consideration. Peace!
~Jack-Sparrow-Lover
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~*~RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLY OTHER STUFF~*~
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/.../= thoughts of a character
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Chapter 4~ A Visit to Father
Kayla sat at the vanity in her room, brushing her soft, short hair. She didn't know what was happening to her. One minute she's quiet and reserved, the next she's lying on top of an elf.an elf PRINCE at that. Kayla placed the brush on the table and then looked at herself in the mirror. She looked just like her mother.or at least what the pictures of her looked like. Her mother had died when she was only a child, so she didn't remember much. Kayla reached for the pendant on her neck and looked at it, the silver color glistening in the light of her bedroom. She quietly whispered what was inscribed around the circle around the stars:
"I am the beauty of the green earth and you are the white moon among the stars."
It was the only thing she had left of her mother. Her father had kept everything else and he preferred to not look upon his only child. She would only bring back the memories of his beloved wife.
Kayla opened a small drawer and pulled out a photo of her with her parents when she was an infant. Kayla realized that her mother's hair was almost exactly like her own, but it was long. Kayla had been given her father's dark eyes instead of her mother's blue ones. /I guess now I really understand why he won't see me/ Kayla thought to herself. She only wished she could have known her mother. It was difficult for her to not even get to visit her family. They all seemed to despise her.
A tear fell down her face, but it was quickly wiped away by a rough hand. Kayla looked up and saw Aragorn standing beside her in his normal clothing. "I see you changed again," the ranger said with a smile.
"Well, I couldn't walk around in wet clothing, now could I? Kayla asked jokingly. She now wore a tan peasant shirt with dark blue capri pants. "My lady, why do you linger here?"
"How long have I enclosed myself in here?" she asked.
"At least for a few hours," the ranger replied as he pulled up a small stool in the room and sat beside Kayla. He brushed a stray hair away from her face and looked at her carefully. She was distressing about something, but he could not tell what. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Nothing, my Lord.I've only been thinking," she replied, placing the photo on top of the dresser. Aragorn noticed the picture and picked it up. "Careful with that!" Kayla almost screamed, "It's all I really have to remember my parents." The ranger eyes her curiously and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are they dead?"
"Well, my mother is.and my father IS dead to me."
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't want me around because I look like my mother. She died when I was younger, and my father kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen."
"I'm sorry," Aragorn said as he took another look at the picture, "She was beautiful."
"Thank you," Kayla said, her voice drifting off. She looked back in the mirror and saw Aragorn's eyes widen as he continued to stare at the photo. "What's wrong, my Lord?"
"Kayla, you said this was your mother, right?"
"Yes.why?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I suggest you go and meet with your father."
"Why would I want to meet with that son-of-a-bitch? All he cares about is himself, the fucking bastard!"
"Just do it.there's something you need to know."
"Fine, but you're coming with me!"
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Kayla got out of her black Sebring Convertible and walked up the steps to her father's house. She knocked on the door and stood out outside with her arms crossed. There was no answer. "Looks like no one's home, Aragorn. Maybe we should go."
"No, you HAVE to talk to him. Try again." Kayla complied and knocked again, still receiving no reply. She looked up at the ranger and frowned. He urged her to continue knocking. "That's it, I've bloody fucking had it!" she yelled as she started down the steps.
"Kayla?" a voice asked. She turned around and saw an old man with short gray hair standing there in an old red shirt and jeans. "Hello, Father," she replied as she glanced at Aragorn, who still stood on the steps.
"Would you care to come in?" he asked.
"That's what I came here for," she said as she shrugged her shoulders and entered her father's house, dragging Aragorn with her. As her father locked the door, Kayla took a look around the foyer. It was her original home. The place she had grown up. Her father still kept the photos of her and her mother on a small table and his softball equipment hung on the wall. "Who are you?" she heard her father ask the ranger.
"Dad, this is my friend Aragorn. Aragorn, this is my father, David Sparrow," she said, standing next to Aragorn and smiling.
"Are you dating my daughter?"
"DAD! He's a friend. Calm the fuck down." Aragorn eyed her and frowned. Kayla seemed unaffected and walked into the living room. It was just as she had remembered it. There were models of ships on shelves and paintings of important family members, mostly pirates. Kayla sat down on the couch with Aragorn, but her father crossed his arms. "What?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to bid a greeting to him?" he asked, pointing to the painting that hung above the fireplace. It was of a pirate with a red bandana and dreadlocks in his dark hair. He was quite charming as well. "No, I will not say hello to a painting!"
"Kayla, you say hello to him now, or get your bitchy ass outta my house!"
"Fine!" Kayla shouted as she stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She bowed her head and said a quick poem that no one could make out. Aragorn quirked an eyebrow as Kayla walked back and sat down. Her father smiled as sat in his armchair. /That was the armchair I used to sit in with you/ Kayla thought to herself. "What do you want this time, Kay? Is it money or what?"
"No.not money, Father. I need to know about Mother." The room suddenly went deathly quiet. Aragorn felt very uncomfortable and saw David's eyes widen. "Why do you want to know about her?"
"We need to see her things," Aragorn interrupted, "There is something I must clarify."
"Are you a bloody thief?" Mr. Sparrow asked.
"Father, he's a friend.not a robber. We just need to see her things. Now where are they?"
"In your old bedroom. I used that place for storage after you left."
"Don't you mean after you kicked me out?" Kayla asked, her temper beginning to rise. Aragorn placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered something Elvish in her ear. "What did you say?" she asked him.
"Let's not start anything. Let's just get to your room and get out." Kayla nodded and bowed to the painting of Jack Sparrow before going upstairs with her friend.
When they finally found the door, Kayla opened it slowly and looked around. It was her room, but there were boxes and boxes of things covering it. "Better get started," Kayla said as she glanced at Aragorn, who was already going through the boxes.
Hours later, Kayla came across a box of photographs. She picked one of the frames up and realized that it was a picture from her parents' wedding. She dusted it off and took a good look at it. "Kayla, what was her name?" Aragorn asked as he crawled over to his friend and looked over her shoulder at the photo.
"Her name was Amelia Carey.Amelia Sparrow after her marriage."
"Lúthien Aldarion," Aragorn whispered.
"What?" Kayla asked.
"Never mind, my lady." Kayla placed the photo on the ground and began to look through another box. It was her mother's clothing. She found old shirts, jeans, dress pants, and blouses. She soon came across her mother's blue robe that she used to wear around the house. Kayla ran her fingers over the silk fabric and smiled. She may not have remembered much about the woman, but she could see her mom walking down the stairs on early mornings. The memories of that touched her heart dearly.
Aragorn was still sorting through boxes when he came across a wooden chest. It was in the corner of the room, covered with a white sheet. "Kayla, you should come here." She complied and knelt down next to Aragorn, who ran his fingers over the gold lock. There was a strange language inscribed on it, but he couldn't read it, for it was worn out. "What do you think is in there?" Kayla asked.
"Something I think that I think will-"
"GET OUT!" a voice shouted from the hallway. Kayla and Aragorn turned their heads to see Mr. Sparrow standing in the doorway with a sword in his hand. "Dad, what are you-?"
"No time for questions.GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"What the fuck is your damn problem?" Kayla asked calmly.
"JUST GET OUT NOW!"
"As you wish," Kayla replied as she went to grab the chest.
"NO! You are not to touch that! Get your ass outta here before I stab you!" Sparrow yelled as he entered the room.
"What's so special about this chest?" Aragorn asked.
"None of your damn fucking business, you asshole!"
"How dare you talk to a king in such ways?"
"I know who you are, Aragorn! You're Isildur's heir!"
"What's going on?" Kayla asked curiously.
"That's not important.NOW GET OUT!" her father shouted. Aragorn placed a hand on Kayla's shoulder and walked her out of the room and down the stairs, glaring at David Sparrow on the way out.
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own my characters and some of the storyline.
~IMPORTANT~ Please DO NOT flame my story, because you have been warned. By the way, I HAVE read the LOTR books. If you have some constructive criticism or tips for me, please e-mail me at:
celticpirate87@charter.net
Thank you for your consideration. Peace!
~Jack-Sparrow-Lover
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
~*~RATED "R" FOR LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLY OTHER STUFF~*~
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
/.../= thoughts of a character
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Chapter 4~ A Visit to Father
Kayla sat at the vanity in her room, brushing her soft, short hair. She didn't know what was happening to her. One minute she's quiet and reserved, the next she's lying on top of an elf.an elf PRINCE at that. Kayla placed the brush on the table and then looked at herself in the mirror. She looked just like her mother.or at least what the pictures of her looked like. Her mother had died when she was only a child, so she didn't remember much. Kayla reached for the pendant on her neck and looked at it, the silver color glistening in the light of her bedroom. She quietly whispered what was inscribed around the circle around the stars:
"I am the beauty of the green earth and you are the white moon among the stars."
It was the only thing she had left of her mother. Her father had kept everything else and he preferred to not look upon his only child. She would only bring back the memories of his beloved wife.
Kayla opened a small drawer and pulled out a photo of her with her parents when she was an infant. Kayla realized that her mother's hair was almost exactly like her own, but it was long. Kayla had been given her father's dark eyes instead of her mother's blue ones. /I guess now I really understand why he won't see me/ Kayla thought to herself. She only wished she could have known her mother. It was difficult for her to not even get to visit her family. They all seemed to despise her.
A tear fell down her face, but it was quickly wiped away by a rough hand. Kayla looked up and saw Aragorn standing beside her in his normal clothing. "I see you changed again," the ranger said with a smile.
"Well, I couldn't walk around in wet clothing, now could I? Kayla asked jokingly. She now wore a tan peasant shirt with dark blue capri pants. "My lady, why do you linger here?"
"How long have I enclosed myself in here?" she asked.
"At least for a few hours," the ranger replied as he pulled up a small stool in the room and sat beside Kayla. He brushed a stray hair away from her face and looked at her carefully. She was distressing about something, but he could not tell what. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Nothing, my Lord.I've only been thinking," she replied, placing the photo on top of the dresser. Aragorn noticed the picture and picked it up. "Careful with that!" Kayla almost screamed, "It's all I really have to remember my parents." The ranger eyes her curiously and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are they dead?"
"Well, my mother is.and my father IS dead to me."
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't want me around because I look like my mother. She died when I was younger, and my father kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen."
"I'm sorry," Aragorn said as he took another look at the picture, "She was beautiful."
"Thank you," Kayla said, her voice drifting off. She looked back in the mirror and saw Aragorn's eyes widen as he continued to stare at the photo. "What's wrong, my Lord?"
"Kayla, you said this was your mother, right?"
"Yes.why?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I suggest you go and meet with your father."
"Why would I want to meet with that son-of-a-bitch? All he cares about is himself, the fucking bastard!"
"Just do it.there's something you need to know."
"Fine, but you're coming with me!"
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Kayla got out of her black Sebring Convertible and walked up the steps to her father's house. She knocked on the door and stood out outside with her arms crossed. There was no answer. "Looks like no one's home, Aragorn. Maybe we should go."
"No, you HAVE to talk to him. Try again." Kayla complied and knocked again, still receiving no reply. She looked up at the ranger and frowned. He urged her to continue knocking. "That's it, I've bloody fucking had it!" she yelled as she started down the steps.
"Kayla?" a voice asked. She turned around and saw an old man with short gray hair standing there in an old red shirt and jeans. "Hello, Father," she replied as she glanced at Aragorn, who still stood on the steps.
"Would you care to come in?" he asked.
"That's what I came here for," she said as she shrugged her shoulders and entered her father's house, dragging Aragorn with her. As her father locked the door, Kayla took a look around the foyer. It was her original home. The place she had grown up. Her father still kept the photos of her and her mother on a small table and his softball equipment hung on the wall. "Who are you?" she heard her father ask the ranger.
"Dad, this is my friend Aragorn. Aragorn, this is my father, David Sparrow," she said, standing next to Aragorn and smiling.
"Are you dating my daughter?"
"DAD! He's a friend. Calm the fuck down." Aragorn eyed her and frowned. Kayla seemed unaffected and walked into the living room. It was just as she had remembered it. There were models of ships on shelves and paintings of important family members, mostly pirates. Kayla sat down on the couch with Aragorn, but her father crossed his arms. "What?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to bid a greeting to him?" he asked, pointing to the painting that hung above the fireplace. It was of a pirate with a red bandana and dreadlocks in his dark hair. He was quite charming as well. "No, I will not say hello to a painting!"
"Kayla, you say hello to him now, or get your bitchy ass outta my house!"
"Fine!" Kayla shouted as she stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She bowed her head and said a quick poem that no one could make out. Aragorn quirked an eyebrow as Kayla walked back and sat down. Her father smiled as sat in his armchair. /That was the armchair I used to sit in with you/ Kayla thought to herself. "What do you want this time, Kay? Is it money or what?"
"No.not money, Father. I need to know about Mother." The room suddenly went deathly quiet. Aragorn felt very uncomfortable and saw David's eyes widen. "Why do you want to know about her?"
"We need to see her things," Aragorn interrupted, "There is something I must clarify."
"Are you a bloody thief?" Mr. Sparrow asked.
"Father, he's a friend.not a robber. We just need to see her things. Now where are they?"
"In your old bedroom. I used that place for storage after you left."
"Don't you mean after you kicked me out?" Kayla asked, her temper beginning to rise. Aragorn placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered something Elvish in her ear. "What did you say?" she asked him.
"Let's not start anything. Let's just get to your room and get out." Kayla nodded and bowed to the painting of Jack Sparrow before going upstairs with her friend.
When they finally found the door, Kayla opened it slowly and looked around. It was her room, but there were boxes and boxes of things covering it. "Better get started," Kayla said as she glanced at Aragorn, who was already going through the boxes.
Hours later, Kayla came across a box of photographs. She picked one of the frames up and realized that it was a picture from her parents' wedding. She dusted it off and took a good look at it. "Kayla, what was her name?" Aragorn asked as he crawled over to his friend and looked over her shoulder at the photo.
"Her name was Amelia Carey.Amelia Sparrow after her marriage."
"Lúthien Aldarion," Aragorn whispered.
"What?" Kayla asked.
"Never mind, my lady." Kayla placed the photo on the ground and began to look through another box. It was her mother's clothing. She found old shirts, jeans, dress pants, and blouses. She soon came across her mother's blue robe that she used to wear around the house. Kayla ran her fingers over the silk fabric and smiled. She may not have remembered much about the woman, but she could see her mom walking down the stairs on early mornings. The memories of that touched her heart dearly.
Aragorn was still sorting through boxes when he came across a wooden chest. It was in the corner of the room, covered with a white sheet. "Kayla, you should come here." She complied and knelt down next to Aragorn, who ran his fingers over the gold lock. There was a strange language inscribed on it, but he couldn't read it, for it was worn out. "What do you think is in there?" Kayla asked.
"Something I think that I think will-"
"GET OUT!" a voice shouted from the hallway. Kayla and Aragorn turned their heads to see Mr. Sparrow standing in the doorway with a sword in his hand. "Dad, what are you-?"
"No time for questions.GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"What the fuck is your damn problem?" Kayla asked calmly.
"JUST GET OUT NOW!"
"As you wish," Kayla replied as she went to grab the chest.
"NO! You are not to touch that! Get your ass outta here before I stab you!" Sparrow yelled as he entered the room.
"What's so special about this chest?" Aragorn asked.
"None of your damn fucking business, you asshole!"
"How dare you talk to a king in such ways?"
"I know who you are, Aragorn! You're Isildur's heir!"
"What's going on?" Kayla asked curiously.
"That's not important.NOW GET OUT!" her father shouted. Aragorn placed a hand on Kayla's shoulder and walked her out of the room and down the stairs, glaring at David Sparrow on the way out.