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And now for something completely different: a threesome - Aragorn, Legolas and Captain Jack Sparrow. And what is this nonsense You ask? Well, I was inspired by a TV Guide cover back when "Pirates of the Cribbean" was released. The first movie, I mean. The lovely little book had all three characters on the cover and I stared at it for hours because...pretty! And suddenly, I was writing this. So yeah, it's another old one but there's much smex. Next week we're going to be riding the VigOrli angst train, so I thought a bit of happy smut would be good to kick off the weekend. Hope everyone enjoys. Have a wonderful weekend (a three-day for some of us)!!

Title: Not Quite a Dream
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: This part PG-13, the next is NC-17
Summary: Is Jack dreaming? Or is the forest playing tricks on Aragorn and Legolas?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
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The forest was eerily quiet as it had been since they’d first entered. Upon a first or even second glance, it appeared to be an ordinary wood, and Aragorn had looked forward to the pleasure of watching his fair-haired companion as Legolas listened to the voices of the trees. Instead, he’d seen confusion and a hint of fear in the Elf’s eyes, two things that had the King of Gondor feeling ill at ease and wary of the slightest noise other than hoof against leave-strewn ground.

“I had imagined Fathril to be like Fangorn,” Legolas said softly.

“As did I.” Aragorn relaxed his grip on the bridle when his horse tossed his head. “I feel the closeness of the air.”

“Magic burns strong here yet is unlike anything I have ever encountered.” Legolas bowed his head for a moment and closed his eyes. Still nothing. He did not trust the silence of these trees.

He looked up when his horse stopped beside Aragorn’s and blinked at the sight before him. In case he was deceived, he looked to his friend and saw the same light of puzzlement in Aragorn’s eyes.

It was a Man, but dressed so strangely in a billowing shirt, tight breeches and boots that were folded over on the calf of his leg.. There was a red sash tied around his waist and a similar cloth band encircling his forehead. An odd kind of sword hung at his waist, thin like an elven-made weapon but lacking the grace and finesse. Another metal object was tucked into a leather holder but Legolas had never seen such a thing in his lifetime.

Aragorn had seen much and experience counted for a lot when it came to unusual happenings. To see a Man appear before him where before there was only the covered path did nothing more than make him blink. Yet the clothes the stranger wore were so very odd and the handsome face that stared back at him was unfamiliar to any race other than his own. He’d never seen eyes ringed in black and wondered if it was a matter of skin of coal. His dark hair hung well beyond his shoulders in was adorned with beads and what looked like a white bone.

“Who the hell are you? And uh,” the stranger waved an arm seeming as unsteady as a drunkard. “Where the hell am I?”

Both King and Elf were taken back by the use of their Common Tongue yet with unfamiliar words thrown in. They shared a look before Aragorn answered.

“I am Aragorn, King of Gondor. My companion is Legolas of the Woodland Realm. You are in Fathril Forest.”

“Gondor? Where the hell is Gondor?”

“Two days ride east on the shore of the Anorien River.” Legolas did not like the bold way this Man had spoken to Aragorn and his tone revealed all.

The stranger squinted at the blond. “By God, you have pointed ears!”

“Elves usually do. What is your name?” Aragorn demanded, angry at the assessing way the black-ringed eyes looked at Legolas.

“Captain Jack Sparrow,” the man said, doffing his hat before replacing it with a pat.

“Captain? Of what army?”

“Army? Are you daft? I’m Captain of The Black Pearl.”

“A ship?”

“Not just any ship, the scourge of the Caribbean waters, mate,” Jack replied with a wink.

“A pirate!” Legolas reached for his bow but was stopped by Aragorn.

“Wait. Captain Sparrow, where are these Caribbean waters?”

“Well, if I knew that, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?” He wiggled his fingers at the King. “You wouldn’t happen to know how I got here, would you, your majesty?”

“This forest holds many magics,” Aragorn replied, leaning away as if Sparrow’s fingers could actually reach him.

“Magic? Ah, it was the rum!” At this the long-haired captain began to laugh. “This is all a dream, then! Lovely! That would explain the pointy ears!”

Legolas frowned. He couldn’t sense danger from this strange Man, but there was something about him that made the blood in the Elf’s veins stir uneasily. “Though my kind are sparse in the world now, it was not long ago we were not.”

“Right, of course. Do you like rum?”

“What is rum?”

This sent the pirate into fits of laughter that sounded almost hysterical. Aragorn was considering dismounting to slap the man. It seemed to work well enough on that silly maid of his wife’s who had come across Legolas and himself during a rather compromising moment.

“Only I could dream about someone not knowing what rum is.” He suddenly became serious. “You’re not a eunuch are you?” At the puzzled looks from the two men on horses, Jack shrugged. “Can’t be too careful.”

“You do not know how you came to be here?” Aragorn wondered if perhaps the pirate was right and this was some kind of feverish dream.

“All I know is I was standing on the deck of the Interceptor wondering if dear William could find his way to the stern through the mist when there was a flash of light and I was here. Obviously the rigging moved and knocked me on me head. Which of course leaves Will to sail the ship and I can see that being a very bad thing. I should go and wake up now.”

“I do not believe this is a dream or hallucination,” Legolas said to Aragorn as Jack tottered in a circle. “I can feel him in my blood.”

Aragorn nodded, surprise hidden beneath a layer of pride. There was only one other Legolas had ever felt that keenly: Aragorn himself.

“Captain Sparrow. Perhaps a goodnight’s rest will help us to solve this mystery.”

“But if I’m dreaming then wouldn’t it seem a bit daft to try and sleep?”

“If the King of Gondor bids you to rest, you will do as you are told.”

Jack stared at the Elf in amusement. “You sound remarkably like my young friend Will.” He paused. “Look like him a bit too.”

“There looks to be a clearing there to our right. We shall camp there.” Aragorn didn’t wait for an agreement as he nudged his horse in the desired direction. Legolas sat straight in the saddle as he glared at the obnoxious pirate until Jack sighed and threw up his hands.

“If you wanted me to go, just say so, savvy?”

The corner of the Elf’s eye twitched but he remained silent.

~*~*~*~

Captain Jack Sparrow seemed entranced by the flames as Legolas stared across the fire at the pirate, aware of Aragorn’s scrutiny. He slowly turned his head to meet the king’s eyes. “You hold my heart,” he murmured. “I am offended that you would doubt me.”

“I am wary of the effects of this forest.” Aragorn looked up into the blackness of night. There were no stars visible through the dense canopy of the trees. “As you should be.”

“You are taken in by his handsome face,” Legolas said with no hint of emotion. “You cannot deny that.”

“It is Fathril. Confusing our minds.”

“No, Aragorn. Confusing our bodies. I understand the wrongness of what I am feeling.”

Aragorn looked over at the pirate who was either asleep with his eyes open or too captivated by the fire to pay attention to his surroundings. “Captain Sparrow.”

The pirate jumped. “Bad luck that, to die from fright while sleeping,” he remarked, swaying slightly.

“Legolas and I need a moment of privacy. You will be safe here by the fire.” Aragorn rose followed quickly by the Elf.

Jack waved a careless hand. “Go on then. Have a shag. Keep the noise down though. I have delicate sensibilities.” It was obvious the standing men had no idea what he was saying and he shrugged and returned to his contemplation of the fire.

TBC...

lenalove! Who is going to see OB in his play and I'm so happy and jealous! Ha ha!
NOTE: This had to be split into two parts since it's too long. Ooops!