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NOTE: SO after about three years I have decided to repost this story and it's predecessor. I hope you guys all enjoy it as much now as you did back in the day! Also, since i am reposting it I promise to actually finish it!

Prologue: A Sworn Prophecy

Middle-Earth, the Golden Woods of Lothlorien, in the beginning of the Third Age

The earth called to her.

She followed its siren call, weaving her way through the trees of her home with ethereal grace, until she reached her destination. The quiet burbling of the clear, running water called to her soul, echoing in a place that she had long kept protected.

Stepping over to the fountain, she trailed graceful fingers in the water, allowing it to soothe and caress her, even as the call strengthened in power. Reaching for the mithril flute sitting in the natural rock shelf, she lowered it into the water and filled it to the brim. The water reflected the shimmer of the mithril and in the light of the full moon the flute seemed to glow with an unearthly beauty.

She turned from the fountain and stepped up to a mithril basin that was set atop a stone pedestal in the center of her glade. Carefully she tipped the flute over the basin, watching as the water splashed down into it, filling the bowl to its rim. Leaning over, she breathed across the water, watching the ripples that her breath made across the surface. Like the growing ripples in the fabric of the world, she thought to herself. After a moment, the clear water changed to a shimmering opaqueness.

Lady Galadriel set the flute back in its place, before facing her Mirror. Taking a deep, calming breath, she focused all her attention on the water, seeking the reason for the call to her soul. Millennia of practice enabled her to almost immediately gain control of the power within herself, and she directed that power to show her the answers that she sought.

Her breathing slowed and evened out as her power manifested itself in the form of images in the water of her Mirror. Visions raced across the surface, showing her images of the past, the present, and the many possible futures that existed at this moment. After several long moments, the dizzying array of scenes stabilized on one image in particular.

She studied the image intently, looking for any clues as to why she was being shown this vision, when words began to come to her mind, words that she had no conscious control over. "Blood calls to blood, and heart to heart. From the mists of time, the shadows shall part. Four thus bound, with power of purest light. Bond of blood, so profound, never fails in the fight. In time of greatest need, when future's form is bleak. The call of blood shall they heed, family ties not weak. Forged in blood and friendship's flame, bond's power thus, never seen again. In all thought, speech and action proclaim, each generation's chosen twain. Evil's power in ever growing scope shall be faced by the strength of pure Hope."

With that, the vision was gone from her Mirror, and despite all attempts, she could not get the Mirror to reveal more than what it had already shown. Sighing, she withdrew her power from the Mirror and picked up the basin, emptying it back into the fountain before replacing it on the pedestal. The vision and the words still echoed in her mind, and she knew that there were others to inform. Leaving the glade, she returned to her talan and withdrew parchment and a quill from her desk.

With careful attention to detail, she composed two letters, relating the vision in its entirety to the other two who most needed to hear about it, since they would know what to look for when the time came. Sealing the letters with her own personal seal, she summoned a messenger and gave him the letters, instructing him to take them with all due haste to the hidden vale of Imladris. The messenger bowed and took himself out of her presence.

Galadriel rose to her feet and walked over to her balcony, gazing out at the stars that shone through the branches of the trees. Her gaze fixed on one particularly bright star in the heavens and she contemplated it. May these times be blessed by the light of Eärendil, so that hope ever shines in the gathering darkness.

Pirates in the Fellowship Chapter 1: Reunion in Bree

Jack rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of his room. He hadn't been able to relax since he and his crew had left Port Royal and this feeling of uneasiness was really starting to get on his nerves. He had decided make their way to Tortuga to collect some supplies before they officially set out. There was nothing unusual about this plan, in fact it was necessary.

But Jack found that he was being plagued by dreams over the last few days. All of them were about Aragorn, except for the one that he had just woken from, which involved four little people being chased through dark woods by some black robed riders.

Jack yawned and rolled onto his side so that he was facing the open window, just as a light breeze blew into the room. Sighing, the pirate captain decided to dismiss the dreams, after all none of them made any sense. He figured that he was dreaming about Aragorn because of his still-lingering curiosity with the young man and his interesting ancestry, which he had learned about from the ranger's elf friend, Legolas. Jack sighed again as another cool breeze hit his face, bringing with it a floral scent which seemed rather out of place in Tortuga, but it did have a calming effect on him. After a few minutes, Jack's eyes slid closed and he slipped off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Middle-Earth…

Aragorn covered his mouth with his hand, making it look like he was rubbing his chin as he thought; when in reality he was hiding a yawn. He had stayed up all night watching over the hobbits as they slept, and he had been shorting himself on sleep for the past few nights as well. As he had expected, the Black Riders had entered Bree and torn apart the hobbits' room, completely destroying the dummies that he had made of them in their frenzied search for the Ring and its bearer.

Leaning back in his chair he stretched his tired muscles and wondered again how hobbits could eat so much without making themselves sick. They had been delayed for almost three hours now, and in that time the four hobbits had eaten enough food to feed twelve people, at a guess.

Eventually Bob, one of the landlord's helpers and friends, came back with the news that there was only one pony to be found in Bree, a poor half-starved thing that belonged to Bill Ferny. Mr. Butterbur, the landlord, was kind enough to purchase the pony for them to make up for the loss of their own animals.

They sat for a few more moments before the hobbits had finally finished eating, and Aragorn suggested that they go and repack their belongings, along with some extra items for the journey.

Aragorn made a face under his hood as he again caught Merry and Sam giving him odd looks. You would think that they would start trusting me after I saved their lives, but nooo, of course not… Aragorn was interrupted from his thoughts when he slammed into someone on the steps. Shaking his head slightly, he looked up and began to apologize, but the apology fell short when he got a good look at the man he had slammed into. Oh no, no this isn't happening!

Looking back at him was someone he had not seen in years. Captain Jack Sparrow stood in front of him, pale and looking VERY disturbed and shocked to say the least, as was Aragorn at this point.

Jack had woken up a few minutes ago to find that he was no longer in Tortuga. As soon as his mind stopped racing and recovered from the shock, he had made a mad dash out of his room and begun heading down a flight of steps where he nearly ran over four smaller beings before he finally did slam into someone. And that someone just happened to be the Ranger who had helped to save his life. Jack looked from Aragorn to his surroundings and realized that somehow his dreams had transported him to Middle-Earth, or at least he assumed that this was Middle-Earth, seeing as how he knew that that was where Aragorn was from.Both men just stood staring and studying each other for a long time as they tried to decide if it was a dream or reality. Aragorn was surprised to see that Jack looked exactly as he had the last time that he had seen him, he hadn't aged a day. He frowned when he noticed slight redness around Jack's neck. Rope burn, his mind told him, and Aragorn recalled how Jack had nearly been hung when they had last seen each other.

Jack on the other hand discovered that Aragorn had indeed aged. Though he still looked almost exactly the same, his face no longer held the innocence that it once had. The ranger still wore his dark colored clothing, and all of it looked as if it hadn't seen a good wash in months, the ranger's dark hair appeared greasy and he had several days of stubble on his cheeks.

Aragorn took in a breath and then quickly poked Jack."You're real."

Jack frowned at him and then repeated the same action on Aragorn. "So are you, mate." They both continued to stare at each other until someone called Aragorn's alias.

"Strider is everything alright?" Turning around, Aragorn could see Mr. Butterbur's form standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Everything is fine; we're just getting packed up." Aragorn replied smoothly to the question, covering up his shock at meeting Jack here of all places.

Butterbur just nodded and turned away from the two. Aragorn waited a moment until he was out of sight and then grabbed Jack by the arm and dragged him back upstairs and into an unoccupied room. Once they were inside, Aragorn quickly bolted the door shut.

"Jack, how did you get here?"

Jack sighed and sat down on the bed. "I don't know. One minute I was in Tortuga sleeping and the next I wake up here in your world…" Jack narrowed his eyes at Aragorn, who was making a rather odd face, as if he had swallowed something nasty. "…what's that face for?"

Aragorn just cringed more at the 'pleasant' memories of that place. The unattractive women, the bar… although dousing Gibbs with three buckets of water had been pretty entertaining. He looked up at Jack, startled.

"Oh nothing, did you say you were sleeping?"

Jack nodded and Aragorn decided that it was official; he never wanted to or was going to sleep again. Or, rather no more dreaming, since they seemed to cause nothing but trouble. After about ten minutes, Jack decided to break the awkward silence that had fallen between them.

"What are you getting packed up for?"

Aragorn blinked at the sudden switch in topic, before he answered the pirate. "I have to lead a small group to Rivendell. It is a matter of great importance and we need to leave as soon as possible." Aragorn watched as Jack lowered his eyes, probably expecting to be left behind. Aragorn really didn't know what to do. This as he said was an important trip, and the last thing he needed was for Jack to get drawn in by the Ring. But then he remembered how Jack could have just left him to die on the street and hadn't and Aragorn knew that he just couldn't leave the pirate behind. Besides, Ada or Gandalf might be able to help him.

"If you're coming with us you are going to need new clothes…"

Jack's head shot up and he locked eyes with Aragorn, who was smiling goofily at him, like he usually had. "I can come… wait, why do I need new clothes?"

"Yes you can come. Do you really think I am going to leave you behind? Valar only knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into. And you need new clothes because this isn't the Caribbean… you'll freeze in those."

Aragorn heard Jack sigh in relief as he exited the room to try and hunt up some clothes for the pirate. As he again headed down the stairs, he wondered how and why Jack had gotten to Middle-Earth, and most of all, why now after so many years. Once he was downstairs he sought out Butterbur and informed him that he was going to need a tunic, leggings and a heavy cloak, and that if he could get them in darker browns or greens it would be much appreciated.

The heavy-set man just gave him an odd look before he shuffled off to get the things that Aragorn had requested. I'm setting a record for dirty looks today… The ranger turned his attention back to the steps where Pippin and Merry were arguing over an apple, Sam was just glaring at them, and Frodo was rummaging through his pack making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. His thoughts then turned back to the pirate waiting for him upstairs. Laying his arms on the bar he placed his head on them and groaned softly. Why me?

The landlord returned a few moments later with a bundle of cloth in dark brown, which he handed to Aragorn with yet another odd look. Aragorn simply nodded in thanks and headed back up the stairs to the room where he had left the pirate.

Jack was still there when Aragorn entered, and the ranger handed him the clothes. "Put these on."

"Are you sure I really need them, mate? I am sure that I'll be fine in what I am wearing right now." Jack replied as he looked uncertainly at the bundle of cloth in Aragorn's arms.

Aragorn sighed but remained firm. "Yes, Jack I am sure. We are in the northern regions of Middle-Earth, it is the end of September, and winter will soon be coming. You are either wearing those clothes or you are not coming with us, because I can't afford to delay any longer."

"But…" Jack started to protest. Aragorn said nothing, just looked at him expectantly with a strange look in his eyes that Jack didn't really want to push him on. With a grumble, the pirate began unfolding the cloth. Aragorn nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the door.

"Come down when you are dressed and I will introduce you to the rest of the group." the ranger called back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Jack…" He glanced behind him to see the pirate looking at him curiously. "I am going to introduce you as simply Jack Sparrow. The hobbits have no idea that you are a pirate and a ship's captain, so please don't push the issue. That's one headache that I really don't want to deal with."

Jack didn't say anything, he simply nodded. Aragorn left the room and went back downstairs for the umpteenth time to find that Bob had returned with the newly purchased pony, and that the hobbits were already placing most of their provisions on the creature's back. Sam was patting the pony's nose and whispering to it, calling it Bill.

Aragorn smiled slightly, but the smile was quickly hidden as Jack emerged from the inn, wearing the new clothing. He didn't look anything like a pirate at the moment and if it wasn't for his braids and gold teeth, Aragorn might have thought him to be another ranger. Jack held his other clothes in his arms and Aragorn took them and shoved them into one of the packs that were already strapped onto the pony.

"Little masters, there is someone that I wish you to meet." Aragorn told them softly. All four hobbits looked up at the new stranger. "This is Jack Sparrow, one of my friends. I haven't seen him in a long while and it seems that he also has an errand in Rivendell, so he will also accompany us."

The hobbits nodded, although Sam and Merry both looked suspiciously at the pirate, who smiled cheekily at them. Aragorn continued introducing them to Jack. "Jack, this is Master Frodo Baggins, his cousins Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, and his gardener Samwise Gamgee. They are hobbits out of the Shire."

Jack nodded at each hobbit as they were named, and then turned back to Aragorn. "So when do we head out, mate?"

Aragorn groaned silently at the pirate's question, but his facial expression didn't change a bit. "Right now. Unfortunately there is no way that we can get out of Bree undetected now, so we'll have to simply take the road as quickly as we can before we move off and take a different path." With that the Ranger began to lead the small company down the road.