Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or POTC. I believe this plot is the first of its kind, though I'm not sure. If I stole anyone's idea by accident, then I'm sorry.

A/N: I know I should be working on Aldrea's Trip, and I have ch. 5 ready to type, but just haven't gotten around to it. My word processor is shot so I'm using a school computer, but I forgot my Aldrea's Trip binder (I have an entire binder full of just Aldrea's Trip rewrites!). Anyway, enough of my casual banter. On with the story!

An Adventure for Legolas

Thoughts.

(Author notes)

Note: Elvish is spoken throughout this chapter. They are not speaking English. Also, I have just made up Thranduil's age, because I have no idea how much time passes between LOTR and the age of pirates.

Prologue: Weary

Legolas sighed as he looked up at the stars that winked back at him as if they knew some secret, and were daring him to find it out. His life in Valinor had been wonderful at first; exploring it with his friend Gimli, and marrying a beautiful elf maiden by the name of Amrunien, and then his son, named Thranduil II after Legolas' father, was born fifty years later. Only a few days after Thranduil's 100th birthday, Gimli had died (In my mind Valinor doesn't keep the mortals who come there from dieing, only the Valar can grant that. But it does allow them to have extremely long lives).

Legolas was pulled from his thoughts as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and came face to face with an elf that looked almost exactly like him; although his eyes didn't hold as much wisdom as Legolas's. Legolas smiled brightly, greeting the young elf. "Good evening, Thranduil. What is it you wish to speak about?"

Thranduil stood next to Legolas and examined the stars with him. "Do you remember what tomorrow is?" he asked with a small smirk hovering on the corners of his lips.

Legolas laughed, his voice musical, and turned to his son who was now openly smiling. "Yes. It is your 2500th birthday, and I promised to teach you the family secrets of weapons making and ship building."

Thranduil smiled broadly, and then left Legolas to his musings, a slight bounce to his graceful stride.

As Legolas watched Thranduil walk away, he made an important decision. As soon as Thranduil is taught the secrets of ship building and weapons making, I shall take my leave. The ship Thranduil and I have been building is almost finished, so tonight I shall rest. Then Legolas stretched out upon the soft and ever green grass, beginning to wander through long past memories as only the Elves can do.