One
Aragorn stretched luxuriously as he smiled at the ceiling. He had been in Rivendell with Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, and Legolas Thranduilion for over a week, and nothing had happened. Everyone had expected the pool to draw them back in immediately, so the first few days had been spent in watchful waiting, but now they had just settled down to enjoy the moments of peace. Legolas and Will had spent most of their time cooped up with Lord Elrond, finding out as much as possible about the pool. Aragorn had tried to do the same for quite some time, but had given up after he realized that they were doing nothing but reread the same texts over and over to pick up hidden meanings. Now he just packed and repacked his bags to make sure he wouldn’t forget anything.
Jack, on the other hand, had decided to take the opposite approach. He knew the other three were worrying enough, so he figured that he didn’t need to. Instead, he spent most of his free time with Elrond’s twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir. Rivendell was constantly kept on its toes by those three.
As a matter of fact......Aragorn sighed at the slight scratching he could hear outside his door. Unwilling to open it, he strode to his balcony and, with ease born of years of experience, leapt to the balcony of the room adjacent to his. He crept to the door, then flung it open and bounded into the hallway.
Jack Sparrow froze, caught in the act of hoisting a bucket full of some unnamable substance over the door to Aragorn’s room. “Well,” he remarked. “So much for the element of surprise.” Suddenly, a wicked grin lit his face, and his eyes traveled slowly over Aragorn’s right shoulder. “Or not.”
Aragorn turned just in time to be hit full in the face by a bucket of some foul-smelling substance. Wiping it from his eyes, he beheld his foster brothers and Jack leaning against the wall, in tears from their laughter. “You should have seen your face!” Elrohir wheezed. “Priceless!”
Aragorn smiled. “You do realize I must pay you back. It’s only – ” He stopped, frowning, and put a hand to his stomach. A quick look at Jack showed that he felt it, too.
“It’s time.”
The twins exchanged a fearful glance as Aragorn and Jack ran for their rooms. Each grabbed a pack, then ran out to the hall where they met Legolas and Will, with Elrond right behind them.
“Go well.” The elf lord said solemnly. “Do not forget, you must discover the pool’s secrets before you can return.”
Aragorn nodded. “Yes, Ada.” He smiled tentatively. “Don’t worry.”
“Return to me.” Elrond said, then enfolded his foster son in an embrace.
The world seemed to brighten for a moment, then the edges faded. Aragorn took one last look around, then stepped back. Everything blurred, then darkness nibbled at the corners. He let his eyes close, and then the sensation began again. There was nowhere near as much pain as last time; only a gently tugging in his midsection.
His world dissolved as Aragorn and his friends were thrown forward into another lifetime.
Jack, on the other hand, had decided to take the opposite approach. He knew the other three were worrying enough, so he figured that he didn’t need to. Instead, he spent most of his free time with Elrond’s twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir. Rivendell was constantly kept on its toes by those three.
As a matter of fact......Aragorn sighed at the slight scratching he could hear outside his door. Unwilling to open it, he strode to his balcony and, with ease born of years of experience, leapt to the balcony of the room adjacent to his. He crept to the door, then flung it open and bounded into the hallway.
Jack Sparrow froze, caught in the act of hoisting a bucket full of some unnamable substance over the door to Aragorn’s room. “Well,” he remarked. “So much for the element of surprise.” Suddenly, a wicked grin lit his face, and his eyes traveled slowly over Aragorn’s right shoulder. “Or not.”
Aragorn turned just in time to be hit full in the face by a bucket of some foul-smelling substance. Wiping it from his eyes, he beheld his foster brothers and Jack leaning against the wall, in tears from their laughter. “You should have seen your face!” Elrohir wheezed. “Priceless!”
Aragorn smiled. “You do realize I must pay you back. It’s only – ” He stopped, frowning, and put a hand to his stomach. A quick look at Jack showed that he felt it, too.
“It’s time.”
The twins exchanged a fearful glance as Aragorn and Jack ran for their rooms. Each grabbed a pack, then ran out to the hall where they met Legolas and Will, with Elrond right behind them.
“Go well.” The elf lord said solemnly. “Do not forget, you must discover the pool’s secrets before you can return.”
Aragorn nodded. “Yes, Ada.” He smiled tentatively. “Don’t worry.”
“Return to me.” Elrond said, then enfolded his foster son in an embrace.
The world seemed to brighten for a moment, then the edges faded. Aragorn took one last look around, then stepped back. Everything blurred, then darkness nibbled at the corners. He let his eyes close, and then the sensation began again. There was nowhere near as much pain as last time; only a gently tugging in his midsection.
His world dissolved as Aragorn and his friends were thrown forward into another lifetime.