Deceiving Creature 1/
Title: Deceiving Creature
Chapter/part: 1/
Author: Saga “Sagaluthien” Chriztine Pettersson
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Will Turner (POTC-DMC), Missne/Greenwood (See Legolas and Robin)
Fandom: POTC_DMC and LOTR
Warnings: A crossover, AU, implied slash
Beta: Annie
Series/Sequel: Set in the universe of Legolas Missne Greenwood, I started in Legolas and Robin
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Website: Saga’s World, when I consider the story finished
Author’s note: You shall have seen POTC-DMC, as this takes place from the end and can give away some of the film’s ending. Also there are things I have used from my Legolas and Robin story. This takes place after the things in Legolas and Robin.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I have written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actress or character). I have written it for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all at getting things and ideas together. This wasn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Summary: Will Turner is broken, as his love seems to have deceived him. It doesn’t help that he falls into another world where he met a creature unknown to him. They need each other for sometime to solve things in their respective worlds.
Chapter 1
Oh, no, not him, Will thought. Have not enough bad things happened? He drew his knife from its last throw, raising it as he went out of Tia's shack, taking the stairs almost as a slide.
He didn’t care that he didn’t know the place; he just needed to get away from it for some time. He couldn’t watch Elizabeth. Why did she deceive me? She knows that I love her. Yet, still he had agreed to find Jack… anything to make her happy. What he didn’t say was that it hurt beyond all comparison that he wasn’t enough for her.
It wasn’t long after he had left the others behind that he let go of his tears. All rational thoughts disappeared. In the blur of his vision and the haze of his pain, he stumbled around vegetation, finding himself lost in mere moments. When he found himself too close to the river, he turned to go in another direction. If the vegetation became too thick, Will turned in yet another direction.
If it had only been half an hour or several hours he didn’t know, but suddenly he found an opening in the trees. Heading towards it since he saw that the sun’s rays seemed to be able to bleed through the foliage, Will really didn’t look before he stepped. One of his boots caught between two roots, causing him to lose his balance.
Will reacted immediately, arms and hands flailing wildly in attempt to catch hold of the nearest branch, tree or vine. “Damn, curse it all! Every evil thing is against me! Magical thing sneers its tentacles and devise to trip me up. God, how I hate tentacles… tentacles… tentacles!” He burst out when he found himself lying face-down on the ground.
His head spun, he unable to keep his eyes open any longer, succumbing to the darkness that flooded over him…
~*~*~
Walking, singing one of his favorite melodies showed how happy he was to be away from his father’s palace. It always was the same; he could only take just a few weeks of being inside the court of Thranduil. He tried to please his father, but it was in the forest and around Esgaroth that he really felt free.
As he followed Celduin, laying meter to meter between himself and his father, his mood grew lighter and lighter. This will be a very good day, he thought. For days, he had yearned for go to his beloved Edhelnen[1]. It was his second home; he knew his father was very aware that he would never get away from his heritage. He needed the water as much as the air, even though it did have a nasty side effect.
As he walked there, a merilin[2] caught his hearing, causing him to follow its song. Looking up into the trees, he soon lost where to put his feet and fell over something blocking his way.
Gathering himself he turned around to look at what lay across his path. A person, dressed in most unfamiliar clothes, lay at his feet. He had met many different people and races during his life, but never a man like this. Sitting up on his knees, he inspected the man closer. He wore a leather coat, a long light shirt, a pair of knee high boots - they look very uncomfortable - a belt with… some kind of sword. A warrior of some kind. He had long hair tied back at the base of his skull with a leather strap. He didn’t appear to have any visible wounds, but for precaution he let light fingers trail him.
Finding a knife in the warrior’s hand, he moved over to slowly coax it out. If the warrior succumbed to violence when he woke up, he didn’t want him to have an immediate weapon. Looking around and seeing that they weren’t far from the shore, he decided to wet a cloth and try to clean some of the grime from the man’s face.
~*~*~
Something cold swept over his face. It surprised him that he had fallen so hard as to pass out, but what did he really expect after the rough days that he’d lived through lately? Slowly he opened his eyes, putting a hand over them to block out the blinding sunlight. Blinking a few times to clear his sight, he saw an ethereal being through his fingers. He couldn’t find any other words for her.
Her hair blew in the breeze and was as light as the sand in which they had found the Dead Man’s Chest. She wore a green cloak, trousers and a light blue shirt that looked as though it was made of silk. The light complexion she possessed somehow didn’t fit for the people he seen in Caribbean.
Curiously he sat up and looked around. The vegetation was a long way from the thick one he had recently stumbled through and he couldn’t see the meadow he had been heading toward. Instead the trees were slimmer and much straighter. Through them, he could see something that looked like a riverbank. He had a slight memory that he had wandered far away from the river and the ocean.
The young girl had moved away some distance and sat observing him. She had shiny blue eyes, lighter than any eyes he had ever seen. She looked harmless and he wondered what she was doing alone in the wild, since he hadn’t seen anyone else there. And where the hell are they? Something was definitely wrong.
“Where am I?” he asked her.
She took her eyes away from him to gaze respectfully at the forest. He was on his way to ask again when a low voice, neither dark nor light, though with some uncertainty came from her, “We are in the edge of Greenwood.”
“Greenwood… never heard of it. On which island does that lie?” Will attempted to discern.
“No island.” She fell silent, trying to find the words. “It is in Rhovanion… in Middle Earth.”
Will still didn’t recognize the name she said in her broken English. “Are you certain? Are we not on an island?”
“Very certain. I have lived here a long time, exploring the forest’s mysteries and shadows and it has always been the same.” She appeared to be less frightened of him as she had slowly moved closer.
He still thought she deceived him. She looked way too young to have explored anything bigger than a court, not to mention that she looked almost fragile. Judging solely by her clothing, she had to belong to a family of nobility. Maybe she was on the run, though he didn’t see any bags.
“Are you looking for something?” Her voice drew his attention back to her.
“More like how to get back to my… party.”
“Where are you from? I have not seen anyone like you before… though I have never been to the east.” She put one finger to her pink lips. “Are you from the east?”
Will moved a little to find a comfortable position. The ground was hard, covered with tree roots, branches and a few stones. He had to shift his sword, since it lay at an uncomfortable angle, the sheath digging into his hip. Suddenly, he remembered his father’s knife; he had been holding it… His eyes widened as he sat up, starting to search for it.
“You are looking for something,” she stated. “Is it this?” she asked, holding up the small blade.
Looking at her, Will saw that she loosely held his father’s knife. He threw himself forward to gain it back from her, but she moved faster than him, holding it just out of his reach.
“You should ask nicely for it,” she taunted him. “I unarmed you so that you would not come to the conclusion to stick it in me when I washed you.”
“I am sorry. It is just… that knife is of special value to me.” Will sat back on his booted feet. “I will not hurt you. I could never hurt a lady… now may I please have it back?”
A giggle tumbled from the girl’s lips, though since he had asked nicely she let the knife lay free in her hand for him to take.
“What?” he wondered aloud, not understanding what could be humorous about this situation.
She stopped, watching him before asking, “Would you want to follow me home?”
Will didn’t want anything to happen to her, especially while wandering in the wood alone so he nodded. Slowly, he rose to his feet before holding out one hand to help her up. She took his offer, he feeling that she was not as fragile as her shape initially led him to believe.
As soon as she was on her feet, she loosed his hand to pick up a bundle, a bow and two long knives he had missed. Maybe she wasn’t as ill-prepared as she had originally appeared. She began to lead a fast pace that he was forced to follow through the forest.
Unable and unwilling to stand the silence, not to mention that he still had questions that he wanted answers to, Will attempted to keep up the conversation, “What are you and what is your name?”
“Who are you?” she countered, sparing a glance over her slim shoulder at him.
“My name is William Turner. I am from Port Royal.” he told her back as she was much quicker than him in such unfamiliar terrain. “Where is your home?”
She stopped, turning around, “You have not come to different thoughts about following me home?” When he shook his head, she continued. “You do want to see where I live?”
“Yes, I just wondered how long a ways we needed to walk to get there, if we are near and if I would have need to protect you,” Will replied, throwing his hands out to the sides.
“I do not need protection. Everyone knows me,” she stated, turning around once more.
“I do not know you! You still have yet to tell me your name.”
She looked him up and down, finally seeming to decide he was worthy to know her name. “You may call me Missne and now you are bound to follow me.”
Will thought she was strange; she talked in an exotic accent, like she wasn’t used to using English. She also didn’t behave like the fragile girl she appeared to be, either.
They continue walking in silence. Will felt as if he had offended her, but he didn’t know how to amend his misstep. In short intervals, Missne looked behind her to make sure he still followed. Nothing they passed looked familiar, so he didn’t dare to not keep up with her. He hoped that they would come to a village or some settling where he could learn how to get back to Tia Dalma.
Finally they seemed to leave the forest, entering a glade with a little fen. A mystical light seemed to glow from it as a light fog ghosted its surface, the sunbeams giving it a silver blue color. Everything seemed to stand still and life itself held its breath.
Somewhere deep inside of him, it felt like there wasn’t any other place else he was looking for in the entire known world. The fact that he didn’t know the place didn’t matter.
“We have reached our target, Will,” he heard Missne say.
Will fell silent as he looked out over the water. He wanted to sink down in the green grass to sleep in the heaven that was the blue glade. Missne watched him, and if he had lifted his eyes to her face he would have seen an odd glimmer in her eyes; Missne’s eyes had changed to dark blue as she now looked steadily at him.
“Your people are not cautious. You are not careful of the new people you meet,” she intoned. “If you were, you would not have followed me.” Her voice was light as the wind through autumn grass. “You never know what the people that you meet may be, not in the least those you meet in the night. During the night… things change. The night has many creatures and not all are pleasant.”
“Oh, I have met creatures you would not dare to dream of nor to meet. I am not frightened of you.” Will thought of Davy Jones and his crew, Barbossa’s before that.
“Then you are not frightened enough.” she stated lowly. “People that say they are not frightened easily do foolish things.”
Slowly, she walked to the fen and stepped into it.
“Who are the creatures you are talking about?” Will wondered aloud.
“Creatures that you can meet here. Trolls, giant spiders, orcs, Madrhaw[3], Hrávemat[4] and Calla Palustris.”
When she mentioned the several different kind of predators by name, it appeared to Will that she had grown larger, that she was not as weak, maybe even grew older. A cold chill ran down his spine. I am more frightened than I admitted I was. He wanted to ask what Missne spoke of, but didn’t dare. It can not be more frightening than the last few monsters I have met.
“Let us not dawdle, Will. You did want to see where I live?” she said, drawing him from his thoughts as she held out her hand.
Looking at it before meeting her eyes, Will saw that they glimmered like the fen. Some unseen force made him take her hand, though he was hesitant to follow, unable to see the bottom of the fen. He wondered what they would do there.
Stepping into the fen, he fund that it wasn’t bottomless, but that the earth was still solid beneath his booted feet. Further out, the water became darker, as if the light seemed unable to filter through the water’s surface or that the fen’s darkness was too intense to break.
In a tantalizing voice, she told him what he would see. “Down there, no foul creatures reach you. Time stands still. Come, Will, my lovely friend. No evil will ever be able to touch you again. Come.”
Will tried to tear his eyes from hers, but Missne held his gaze prisoner.
“Wiiiiillllll...” she called, reaching out her other hand.
He wanted to follow her into the fen to where he knew he would see silver and blooming gardens until the way behind him blackened, but somewhere inside him would not allow him to give into temptation. Will stood at the edge of the fen, the water slowly tasting the toes of his boots; it was freezing. Missne’s eyes darkened still more.
“I thought you were my friend, Will,” she moaned. “I told you one of my names. You are mine now.”
She waited a moment, smiling wickedly. “You will not be able to find the way back,” she added. “If you try, you will get lost and die. The Hrávemat will find you. Linneor and moss will grow over your bones.”
Will closed his eyes, taking a step forward. The water closed eagerly around his foot.
A commanding voice boomed through the silence: “Tampa tanya! Elea I’dolen lle thenid anta.” [Stop that! Reveal your true face.[5]]
Before his eyes, she started to flicker, changing forms several times. Will drew his hands to himself, shoving the shaking appendages into his pockets. The moment their connection broke she stayed the lithe fragile girl he had first met. Turning towards the voice, he saw a man, tall as a high tower, clad in grey robes and a pointy hat of the same shade, clutching a gnarly wooden staff. When the oppressive power started to fade, the man shrank to a less intimidating height.
“Legolas, what have we said about luring unaware people to the fen?” the man directed his words at the girl.
“Amin hiraetha. You know I cannot resist... and he seemed not to mind. He probably would not be missed.” [I’m sorry.]
“Everyone is missed by someone.” Turning to Will, he favored him with cautious yet apologetic expression. “You have to excuse our little Edhellô[6] here. He can be very, very naughty.”
Will froze. The water was so cold, the chill still creeping up his legs, but what been said froze his heart.
The old man lowered the staff he held, taking hold of Will’s shoulder. “I would not linger in the water if I were you. Please come up on dry land.”
Looking down, his eyes widening as he saw that he stood in water up to his knees. He did as the man said.
“And you… LEGOLAS! Do not dare disappear. You have to explain what you tried to do.” The man commanded without looking at the girl.
When all three were safely on the dry land, the old maning motion them to sit down. Will felt the man’s authority emanating from his form; he did as he was told. Even Missne did as she was told.
“I definitely have not seen you before today. Where do you come from, young man?”
“I am from the Caribbean. Port Royal,” Will told him immediately, hoping that this man knew of where he spoke.
“Hmm.” He drew his grey eyebrows together as he thought. “You must be the one to which the signs have pointed. You not from Middle Earth.” The man fell silent briefly. “Where are my manners? They call me Gandalf the Grey.”
“William Turner.” He held out his hand for Gandalf to take which he did. “May I ask have you known Missne a long time?”
A smile spread across the old man’s lips. “So that is the name you used for William. Why can you not try to keep to your Elvish name?” he asked, turning to her.
“There is not so much fun to be had then,” she said quietly gazing down at the ground as though she was ashamed.
Will felt pity for Missne, directing his next words to her, “Have you more than one name? Is Legolas… the Elvish name?”
“Uma, Legolas is my elvish name. Missne is the one I used for men. For some, I use Greenwood and when I am in the fen it is Calla Palustris,” came her quiet answer as she still didn’t lift her gaze.
“You called her… something… and you also referred to her as him. What is she?” Will asked Gandalf.
“I called him Edhellô, as he is half Silvan Elf and half Fen Elf. Though before I could go deeper into that, I would have to explain that here in Middle Earth the Elves are an immortal race that is tall, strong and possess several blessings from the Valar, their gods. They can mix with the other races that live here, but have done it only a bare few times. Mostly, the Elves have mixed with the race of Men, but as for Legolas’ father, he fell in love with an Edhellô - a Fen Elf.” It sounded as thought there was more that Gandalf could tell.
Will’s eyes moved back to Missne, he seeing that some of the girl’s features had changed. She had taken on few more masculine angles, yet she still retained a light body structure, still remained very beautiful. She held her hands over her ears, showing clearly that she didn’t like to hear what was being told about her.
Will turned back to Gandalf. “Why does she look more like a man now than before?”
“That is because you see him as he is; his magic over you is fading. His secret is that he will appear as a female when you are a male. If you had been a girl, he would have appeared as a male. It is the heritage he gets from his mother’s side. They are so-called neuter: one without gender. They can change or appear as the opposite, making it easy to ensnare a person, since one tends to trust or want to protect the other sex.”
Gandalf fell silent to allow Will to take in what he had been told, watching the two youths. They made a pretty picture, one light and the other dark. He knew they could become a good pair… at least as long as they needed each other.
Explaining of some words:
1 Edhelnen - elf lake
2 Merilin - Nightingale
3 Madrhaw - consumer [förtärarna]
4 Hrávemat - Eaters [hungrare]
5 Actually instead of it I would want to have self but couldn’t find any suiting.
6 Edhellô - fen elf