Rangers and Pirates: 1. Attacks and New Worlds

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1. Attacks and New Worlds

Disclaimer: This is going to apply to all the chapters posted now, and the rest when they go up. I own nothing from LotR or PotC, I'm only borrowing the characters and places for entertainment purposes. hope you enjoy this new revised edition, and PLEASE REVIEW! I thrive off of them, Savvy? Rangers and Pirates Chapter 1 Attacks and New Worlds ______________________________________________________ Aragorn smiled as he came upon the woods of Mirkwood. It had been too long since he had seen his dear friend Legolas, and the truth be told if he didn't get away from his brothers soon he was going to kill them. Aragorn broke into a sprint as he went deeper into the woods, since the sun was setting quickly and the last thing he needed was to be caught by some orcs, especially since he had managed to not get into any trouble on this trip. For him this was an absolute miracle. But that all changed as he ran into a small band just beginning to emerge. "Oh come on!" The orcs screeched with delight and began circling the young Ranger. Aragorn had already unsheathed his sword and crouched down into a defensive stance. He easily deflected the blows from the orcs' swords and just as easily took them down but they seemed to be coming in waves. As soon as he killed one, two more jumped in to replace it. Aragorn screamed in surprise at the sudden searing pain in his abdomen. Looking down he saw the disgusting sight of a thick black orc arrow protruding from his belly. The orc nearest to him grabbed the arrow, twisted it, and pushed it deeper causing Aragorn to scream and collapse to the ground from the pain. The orcs took advantage of his position and began kick him hard in the head and especially around the ribs causing the tears he was holding back to flow down his cheeks. Aragorn began calling out for Legolas. He knew the elf was probably nowhere nearby, but he continued to call the prince's name. Aragorn finally lost consciousness from the pain, the blackness finally giving relief from the abuse being inflicted on his body. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legolas ran down the staircase and made his way towards the healing quarters. He had just received word moments ago that a small hunting party had found Aragorn on their way back to the palace, and that the young man was not in good shape. Legolas demanded to know what 'not in good shape' meant, but the messenger hadn't specified. Legolas pushed the door open, hard, causing it to ricochet off of the wall violently. "Estel..." Legolas bit his lip to hold back the sob that wanted to escape. Aragorn's face was as pale as the white sheet he was laying on, that was except for the parts that were bruised; almost his entire face was black and blue with multiple cuts, the deepest were still bleeding. Legolas closed his eyes to try and hold back the tears that threatened when he saw that the rest of his friend's body wasn't in any better shape. His torso was just as bruised and cut as his face, along with the freely bleeding arrow wound. Thranduil made his way towards his son and pulled him into an embrace. "Oh Legolas, I am sorry but..." Legolas pulled away from his father. "But what?" "Legolas, Aragorn has lost too much blood. We are guessing that he also has internal bleeding and he has a few broken ribs. The healers said that they don't even know how he is still with us." Thranduil gently wiped the tears from his son's face. "Legolas he isn't going to last much longer..." Legolas violently shook his head, "No! He'll be alright!" Thranduil pushed his struggling son out of the room. "Legolas listen to me..." Legolas pushed his father away from him, "NO you LISTEN! He isn't going anywhere! And I'm going to be there with him when he wakes up!" Legolas slipped back into the room and pulled a chair up next to the young humans' bedside. He gently took Aragorn's hand into his own. He was not an experianced healer by any means, but he was desperate by this point and figured he had nothing to lose as he beagn to try and call his friend back. "Aragorn, lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad {Hear my voice, come back to the light}." Legolas' sorrow deepened when Aragorn didn't respond to him. His father's words slowly sank into him. Aragorn was going to die. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aragorn however did hear his friend call him back and was fighting with whatever was left of his strength to wake. He made slow progress as he slowly felt the pain once again take a hold of his body. Aragorn finally dared to open his eyes to take in his surroundings. But what he woke to was not what he expected. He was outside surrounded by very unfamiliar buildings and the face staring down at him was not that of the fair-haired elf prince, but that of a stranger's. Aragorn moved away from the man as quickly as his injured body would allow him. The man before him looked unlike any he had ever met. He wore clothes of an unusual make, his skin was caramelized even more than Aragorn's own skin, and his raven hair was straight. Some of it was in dreadlocks with small beads worked into it, and the stranger's facial hair was similar to Aragorn's. "Are you a pirate?" The man asked. Aragorn frowned "Man? {What?}" The other man looked around nervously; he was obviously in a hurry. "And what language would that be, Mate?" Aragorn switched to the common tongue, "What did you call me?" "I asked if you were a pirate." Aragorn shook his head. "Nay I have never heard of such a thing. I am... Strider, Ranger from the North." Aragorn decided to stick with his nickname just incase. "Who might you be?" "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legolas watched as Aragorn's breathing evened out. He sat forward in anticipation, hoping to see his friend's gray-blue eyes open. But they never did. Legolas relaxed somewhat into his chair as he mentally kicked himself for getting his hopes up. He then noticed that Aragorn began moving his mouth like he was having a conversation with someone, but no words were being spoken by the young man. "What is happening to you, mellon nin? {My friend}" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aragorn stayed tucked in the corner as a group of men even more strangely dressed ran by carrying weapons he had never seen before. He moved from his spot when he saw Jack emerge from behind a statue and signaled him to follow. He didn't know why he was going along with him but he figured he had nothing to lose. Jack held the door open for the young man. He was surprised 'Strider' could even sit up, let alone walk, the only reason he was helping was out of sheer pity. When Aragorn was safely inside he quickly shut the door. He watched as Aragorn slowly sat down trying to nurse his injured belly. He walked past him and grabbed a hammer that was resting against a barrel, and then made his way towards the sleeping drunk in the corner and poked at him. "WHAO!" When the man didn't wake he began hammering away at the chains binding his wrists. He looked up again at the young man who was rocking slightly trying to deal with the pain he was in. Then he saw the donkey hooked up to the spin wheel and got an idea. Grabbing a sword that was being heated in a nearby fire place, he approached the donkey. Aragorn shook his head as Jack poked the poor unsuspecting donkey, which in turn began pulling the wheel. Jack threw the chain between the turning gears snapping the metal. "I would have helped you Master Sparrow." Jack cocked his head to the side. Master Sparrow? I thought I told him it was CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow? He didn't get a chance to reply as someone came into the blacksmith shed. Jack moved as silently as he could and pushed Aragorn into a corner. Aragorn hissed in pain at the sudden swift movement, he could barely breathe and that was the last thing he needed done to him. "Stay here and don't come out for anything." Aragorn nodded he didn't even have the strength to argue let alone try and fight. "As you wish." Will Turner hopped down and petted the donkey on the head bring him to a stop then looked around. In the corner was a semi-heavyset man sleeping. Will smiled, "Right where I left you..." He the turned and looked at his hammer that Jack had been using. "Not where I left you..." Will made his way over to the hammer and reached to grab it when he finally noticed Jack. "You're the one they are hunting, the pirate." Jack began walking towards him a little, "You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" Will narrowed his eyes somewhat. "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." Jack lowered his sword which had been pointed at Will. "Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me..." Will quickly grabbed the nearest sword and pointed it at Jack. "Do you think this wise, boy, crossing blades with a pirate?" Will held the sword steady and looked Jack in the eye. "You threatened Miss Swann." Aragorn watched the two begin to fight in a manner that seemed absolutely ridiculous. The two didn't go at it long before Jack spoke. "Only a little and you know what you're doing, I'll give you that. Excellent form but how's your footwork? If I step here..." They stepped and fought in sync "...very good. Now I step again... Ta." Jack turned to exit only to have Will's sword fly past his face, barring the exit. Aragorn moved his hand to the hilt of his sword ready to come to the pirates' aid though he knew he wouldn't be much of a help. Jack saw this and cast him a glance that told Aragorn he wasn't needed. He then turned to face Will. "That is a wonderful trick except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon." Will grabbed another sword that was being heated in the fire and the two fought again. Aragorn shook his head. It was almost like a dance, how in the name of the Valar did they learn to do that without tripping over their own feet? The two rounded a pillar which had an unbelievable amount of swords leaning against it. Jack looked around, "Who makes all these?!" "I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!" Will shot back. Aragorn's eyes went wide when he finally got a good look at Will's face. He knew that voice! "Legolas..." The man was Legolas! Only different; he had facial hair now and his hair was a sienna color much like Lord Elrond's, but a shade darker. Aragorn felt his jaw drop when he saw Will's ears. They were round! He felt the color slowly drain from his face. Where was he? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey everyone! Well, since there has been some confusion in the past, I though I would clear up the ages for our characters in this pre-Fellowship of the Ring adventure. This story is set sixty-six years before The Fellowship of the Ring. Which makes Aragorn twenty- one years old, and not all that experienced with the world of men. Hence some of the reactions and confusion you will see Aragorn having as this story progresses. Now as for Jack and Will, I just took some wild guesses at how old they were in Pirates of the Caribbean. So I made Jack thirty-seven and dear William twenty. Ok, I think that I have covered the only real problem people have had when they read this before. If you have any other questions feel free to review and let me know, or Email me. I’ll gladly talk to you and get things worked out. So enjoy the rest of Rangers and Pirates and be sure to check out the sequel, Pirates in the Fellowship! Namarie, Sammy.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Psycho Elf

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: Action

Rating: General

Last Updated: 12/02/04

Original Post: 12/02/04

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