Fan Fiction ❯ Fairy Dust Dreams ❯ Jo-ho jo-ho... sigh ( Chapter 12 )

Im terribly sorry! I know im not doing a great job at keeping this story updated… ive come to a part in it that I dread writing with a passion… corny crummy romance… but anyways, I need to finish this story. I do it for you, my one true fan of FFD. Thanx for all the reviews bub! They are very much appreciated!

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

Jo-ho, Jo-ho… Sigh

 

 

I couldn't help but think of Jack Sparrow, and the Pirates of the Caribbean! And more often then not I found myself humming away Jacks song. Which, I might add, brought me quite a few odd stares from the gloomy group.

Aragorn had gone all quiet on me, not like he was ever a chatty one to begin with, where Gimli, I couldn't keep quiet! Constantly he was complaining! And then there was Legolas… he seemed the gloominess… the most set out. I knew this was going to be a grand three days…

I found myself often staring away at the other `ghost' ship, which was supposedly being manned by the ghosts…? Anyways, I would find myself just staring, possibly hopping to see a wispy form of a ghost walking about the deck. I must admit I was very intrigued by the idea of ghosts. And whenever I had the off chance of actually seeing one of them, I would smile widely at him, `the ghost', and begin waving erratically in his direction, hopping he would see me and then in turn wave back. No such luck. The ghost would only stare back at me and then slowly fade away, in which case I would frown.

I soon found myself calling the other ship, manned by the ghosts, `The Black Pearle'. Yes I know, I had allowed movies, especially ones containing Orlando in them, to have free rein over my mind.

It was a particle windy day, I remember, the second day of the grand pirate life, I was standing -much like I always was- with my arms draped lazily over the edge of the boat, looking intently at the other across from me. I was rather tired, and possibly a little sea sick, when I suddenly saw the head ghost walking about the deck! (The head ghost was the rude one, I might add) it was very intriguing to see him stride about the deck in such a purposeful way. As if he had a lot of things to think over. I couldn't imagine what a ghost had to worry about, I mean the one thing everyone had in common to think of was dieing, here though, those that were already dead, didn't have that luxury. -Not like they did anywhere else-

Anyways, there he was, striding back and forth, one of his skeletal hands rubbing his skinless jaw while the other was placed snugly against the tattered remains of his back and the clothing there. He truly looked like he had a great number of things to worry with. I wondered if it would be possible for me to get his attention. I didn't think so, so I didn't try. Instead I just stared at him, waiting for the moment he would just suddenly vanish.

And then suddenly his terrible dead eyes where on me! I was so startled by that and completely take back as I was in no way expecting him to notice me! He must have seen my look of shock, cause he smiled so broadly that it sent a shiver through my spine. I really half expected him to laugh a menacing laugh, but I was disappointed as he just vanished slowly into the wind.

I frowned.

“Drea?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin! And turning rather suddenly I found my eyes on Aragorn. “Gah…” I said, something between a sigh of relief and a scream of terror. His eyes only swept my face no smile to reach his eyes. I didn't really expect there to be one.

“Drea?” he said again.

“Hmm?” was my answer.

“When we reach the shores of Gondor…” he paused, shifting his weight to his other foot, “the battle there will already be in full force.”

I nodded my head slowly; I already knew all this.

“Drea, this will be more dangerous than the battle at Helms Deep. Much more dangerous.”

“Aragorn, I don't understand what you're tying to tell me. I mean there will be no leaving me behind. Unless you are thinking of leaving me in the ship? But then that is pretty dangerous itself.” I smiled slightly, “I guess if you are worried about me getting mauled by orgs then you can always assign one of those ghost to watch me.”

Of course I was saying all this in play, trying to ease the tension between us, but sadly this did no easing. Aragorn only blinked at me, which made me feel extremely small and insignificant, and then turning he walked away. I was very unsure of what I should do. So I did nothing.

 

It was getting late, and soon the sun would be setting. I was leaning over the edge watching the waves bounce off the boat, wondering once again just how long it would take to get there. I was enjoying myself; I just didn't like Legolas being all moody. I felt sorry for him, being on the ocean, and of all things on a boat as well. I knew he was going through a hard time with it.

Elves… I wondered why it was that they had to have the urge to leave…

I let my eyes wonder on to where Legolas stood staring off into the far horizon, and I frowned. Gimli was close by, his mood not a happy one as he was constantly heard grumbling. Something about dwarves and boats not being right. And that's when Aragorn stepped into the scene.

“Drea,” he said softly and I brought my eyes up to him, he was frowning slightly, and I focused my full attention on him, silently hoping that he wouldn't bring up the subject of what to do with Drea while we fight the evil around us.

“What's wrong?” I asked looking at him confusion taking on my features as he then leaned on the rail next to me, blocking my view from the elf, I might add.

“I need to talk with you,” he stated.

Well, duh.

“It's about Legolas,” he then said softly, and I frowned at him.

“What about him?” I asked beginning to get a little suspicious.

Aragorn sighed, “I know. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at him. I have known since when we first came upon you.”

I just stared at him, not sure where he was going with this.

“I did not think much of it,” he continued, “until I saw that he as well began to take an interest in you.”

My mouth gaped open slightly at this. Just what was he getting at?

He sighed again, “Drea, I want you to stop… do not do this to him, he is an elf, and you are a...”

I cut him off then with a raise of my hand, “Aragorn, I can't believe you, of all people, are telling me this.” My eyes were narrowed as I looked at him.

His eyes appraised me and for a moment I felt very small. “It would only bring him sorrow, Drea,” he said softly and I then sighed in turn.

“Do not worry about it, Aragorn. Legolas has seen the sea, he will have no other longing now but to sail to Valenor,” I said possibly with too much bitterness, and I caught suddenly Legolas eyes as he looked over at us. I was not about to be caught up in this, so I turned and headed for the bottom deck. Ignoring completely Aragorn's call to me.

 

I was below deck for awhile, feeling very much like a bad child that had been sent to her room with the scolding of -don't come out until you've thought about what you've done… I was dreading going back up, and so I didn't.

I was seated on a wooden box of some sort, not sure what was in it, and was, at the moment, not to interested to care. The room around me was small and cluttered, very much like what you would expect a pirate to keep.

The latch leading back to the world above slowly opened, letting in the nights chill, and the soft light from a lantern. I had not realized it had already gotten dark, and I guessed I had been down below for quite awhile. I was not all too happy to have someone coming down to “talk” with me. I knew it had to be Aragorn coming down, and with that thought I quickly looked about the room again for some sort of escape… of course there would be none… I sighed; turning slightly away from him as he made his way completely below and with a creak I heard the latch shut back in place. I hadn't realized just how dark it was until he had come with his light.

“Drea?”

My back stiffened slightly, it wasn't Aragorn!

I turned to him then, and stood quickly, “Legolas,” was all I could get my mouth to say.

He didn't smile as he searched my eyes, and with a quick motion he hung the lantern up, “Are you alright?”

I was beginning to hate that question, it seemed to be directed at me often of late.

I nodded, feeling quite uncomfortable. I knew he had to have heard at least my last comment to Aragorn. “How are you, Legolas?” I asked quietly while I wrong my hands together.

He didn't answer, his eyes were soft as he watched me.

“I know seeing the ocean has got to be hard on you…” I was beginning to ramble, something I did when I was uncomfortable. “I have heard that elves when faced with the ocean are then ever after longing to sail to Valenor.” He still said nothing so with down cast eyes I continued, “That they no longer care for what they thought dear, that there only desire is to leave. To sail away…”

I brought my eyes back up to his face, hopping he would say something and save me from this rambling.

And then suddenly he was there, his hands holding my face mere inches from his! I stood shocked, and I must say slightly terrified! He let his thumb softly caress my cheek as he searched my rather wide eyes. No smile dared to ghost his lips as his face was one of complete seriousness.

“It should be as you say,” he whispered, “But it is not the ocean that has me in deep thought. There is one longing greater than that of a ship.” His eyes were constantly moving back and forth as if trying to find something amidst my eyes. I was very aware of just how close he was to my face, not to mention the small gap between us!

“Legolas,” I said softly and very unsure of what I was to do. His eyes where still searching and I realized he was in fact waiting for me to say something!

But I had no idea as to what would be appropriate!

With out a word Legolas slid one of his hands down the length of my arm to grasp my stiff hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with mine. “Don't be afraid,” he whispered silently his eyes still roaming my face, “I won't harm you in any fashion…” his lips brushed mine then, and I thought my heart would burst. I was sure he had to hear it pounding chaotically in my chest!

“The only sorrow to meet my heart would be if I was to lose you…” he murmured, and I found I was completely held captive by his voice! His eyes seemed so blue all of a sudden as I found I couldn't draw my eyes away from them. So blue, yet so brown… I frowned slightly.

“Drea?” he said in a question.

I frowned again.

“Drea.”

“Hmm…”

I realized then that Legolas hand was no longer in mine, but was clasped firmly against my upper arm. I also realized with terrible shock that I was not standing but was lying on the hard wooden floor of the bottom deck.

“Drea, wake up.”

That was the cue, and with sudden realization I sprung up to a sitting position. Legolas was there as was Gimli. Legolas was frowning at me and Gimli seeing that I was now awake mumbled something I couldn't hear and then left the scene.

I stared at Legolas, feeling suddenly very sick. My mind was running in every which way. How did I have a dream? A dream inside of a dream! Was that even possible? I didn't think so. A terrible thought struck me, a thought that this in fact was not a dream! My face paled.

“Drea,” Legolas said softly, “are you all right?”