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CHAPTER TWELVE
DRIFTWOOD
BY
JOXIE
Title : Driftwood
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Thranduil/Will, Legolas/Elrond, Aze/Arwen
Rating : NC17 Swearing AU
Authors Notes : LOTR/POTC Crossover, third story in the Sparks Universe follows ASFU and PTTL
Summary : A stranger in a strange land can he help a fading King and what of the Kings family?
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The ruined bodies of Bonar and his accomplices were quartered then gibbeted along the borders of Mirkwood. When Lassemista asked Thranduil why not war. The King replied, “I am leaving these shores there is much to the logic of not starting anything you cannot finish.”
Thranduil was busy for the next forty eight hours and successfully managed to avoid Will. His feelings about there encounter deeply disturbed him. His body wanted more but his emotions and mind were fighting him all the way.
He knew Aranel would want him to love again but it didn’t stop the pain and guilt. In truth his grieving for his mate had begun long before his body had turned up. Having been close to some one for so long Thranduil craved contact and Will was the one he wanted to touch him most.
On the third day Will had had an enough and demanded to see Thranduil “Is you’re King such a coward he will not face me?”
Unfortunately as the words left his mouth the study door opened and there stood Thranduil in all his glory. Just as he was about to spit a retort there was a sickening crunch as a sword butt collided with flesh and bone.
Will seemed to hang in the air for a moment before crumpling to the floor.
“You are free my King” Erusen rejoiced the four other warriors with him wore grins.
Almost placidly Thranduil said, “You attacked him from behind.”
“We could take no chances” the still delighted Erusen told him.
Thranduil didn’t comment on that and instead asked, “And my honour?”
“Is unblemished, you are free to remain our King” Erusen beamed.
“You’re wrong” retorted Thranduil.
“Sire?” Erusen looked uncertainly at his King.
“Your actions have dishonoured me and the whole of Mirkwood” harsh displeasure was in both Thranduil’s voice and body language.
Elrond appeared behind the King and pushed past him. Feeling he had waited quite long enough in the study, he wanted to find out what was going on.
Thranduil continued staring at Erusen and his friends, “Take them to the cells, get them out of my sight” he growled. Turning from them as they were taken away.
Elrond knelt beside the still body he winced as bone moved beneath the skin as he gently touched Will’s blood matted hair.
“We need to get him to a healing room quickly” he gravely ordered.
Thranduil gave a nod of consent and three of the guards carefully lifted Will from the floor. Then lead the way with both Elrond and Thranduil following behind.
Will did not make a sound or show any signs of life. Only the fact he was still breathing let you know he was alive. Once the guards settled him on the simple bed Thranduil dismissed them from the room.
Efficiently Elrond stripped Will searching for less obvious injuries. Sucking air between his teeth when he found a knife wound to the back. A strike that should have killed Will outright.
“According to Gandalf he has no heart and always heals” Thranduil commented.
“Beloved of a goddess” retorted Elrond.
“I love him like a mother” Calypso ironically said making the other two jump.
A warm breeze went through them and on to caress Will making him sigh weakly.
“Ah, my William what have they done to you now and what would you have me do.” The breeze stilled over the stab wound, it began to close and heal. When only a scar remained, she healed the head wound as Will whimpered softly.
Will took a painful breath, “No death.”
The voice of Calypso filled the air again, “You are far too merciful my William, but as you wish this time.”
Elrond and Thranduil felt her attention fall on them, “The seas of this world are no longer elf friend. There waves will seek to drown you, there creatures will crave your flesh and devour you. Only those who are mine will be safe from the seas fury.”
“You have no rights over this world and its people” were the very first words Thranduil addressed to his new god.
“A god is still a god whatever world they visit my Thranduil” the last two words were heavy with meaning as the air shimmered and she was gone from them.
Stiffly Will swung his legs over the side of the bed, bringing both Elrond and Thranduil’s attention back to him once again.
“Oh no, you don’t” scolded Elrond, “You need bed rest.”
“I’m fine” Will weakly protested.
“Your body has undergone great trauma it needs to rest.” Elrond was firm and Will found himself being bundled back into the bed.
“Captain of my destiny, my arse” he complained without heat.
Will could not deny forty winks would be welcome and his still aching body agreed with him. So he snuggled down and was soon snoring softly.
“What do you make of all this Elrond?” Thranduil asked with genuine interest.
“We are just play things of the god’s it would seem” Elrond shrugged.
“And yet Will’s seems to love Calypso however much he rails against her at times.” Something near to envy was in Thranduil’s voice. Gandalf chose that moment to enter the healing room.
“He knew her in flesh form before he actually found out what she was in reality.” He told the elves a twinkle in his eyes.
“They were lovers?” Again envy was the main emotion Thranduil felt.
“No I don’t think so, the first captain was her lover and it ended very badly.” Gandalf leaned on his staff.
“Ah” was all Elrond could find to say to that.
“You better get in touch with Galadriel and tell her what has happened. It is well that the majority of elves are not a sea loving people but it will be an inconvenience all the same.” Gandalf looked less than happy with the situation.
Seeing the shock on both the elves faces he went on, “She allowed me to hear every word from when Will was attacked until she left again.”
Elrond went over to the window and reached out to Galadriel with his mind concentrating hard.
Back in the room Gandalf asked Thranduil, “What are you doing to do about Erusen and his friends?”
“I have a feeling that Will would not like me to harm them, but they must be punished. They have offended a god and brought shame on all elf kind. I am going to order them to travel to Gondor and offer there life long service to Aragorn and his house. If they refuse they will be placed on a ship and suffer the consequences.” From Thranduil’s demeanour he favoured the second option.
“Let us hope they serve there new King better than there old one.” Gandalf murmured lightly.
BY
JOXIE
Title : Driftwood
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Thranduil/Will, Legolas/Elrond, Aze/Arwen
Rating : NC17 Swearing AU
Authors Notes : LOTR/POTC Crossover, third story in the Sparks Universe follows ASFU and PTTL
Summary : A stranger in a strange land can he help a fading King and what of the Kings family?
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The ruined bodies of Bonar and his accomplices were quartered then gibbeted along the borders of Mirkwood. When Lassemista asked Thranduil why not war. The King replied, “I am leaving these shores there is much to the logic of not starting anything you cannot finish.”
Thranduil was busy for the next forty eight hours and successfully managed to avoid Will. His feelings about there encounter deeply disturbed him. His body wanted more but his emotions and mind were fighting him all the way.
He knew Aranel would want him to love again but it didn’t stop the pain and guilt. In truth his grieving for his mate had begun long before his body had turned up. Having been close to some one for so long Thranduil craved contact and Will was the one he wanted to touch him most.
On the third day Will had had an enough and demanded to see Thranduil “Is you’re King such a coward he will not face me?”
Unfortunately as the words left his mouth the study door opened and there stood Thranduil in all his glory. Just as he was about to spit a retort there was a sickening crunch as a sword butt collided with flesh and bone.
Will seemed to hang in the air for a moment before crumpling to the floor.
“You are free my King” Erusen rejoiced the four other warriors with him wore grins.
Almost placidly Thranduil said, “You attacked him from behind.”
“We could take no chances” the still delighted Erusen told him.
Thranduil didn’t comment on that and instead asked, “And my honour?”
“Is unblemished, you are free to remain our King” Erusen beamed.
“You’re wrong” retorted Thranduil.
“Sire?” Erusen looked uncertainly at his King.
“Your actions have dishonoured me and the whole of Mirkwood” harsh displeasure was in both Thranduil’s voice and body language.
Elrond appeared behind the King and pushed past him. Feeling he had waited quite long enough in the study, he wanted to find out what was going on.
Thranduil continued staring at Erusen and his friends, “Take them to the cells, get them out of my sight” he growled. Turning from them as they were taken away.
Elrond knelt beside the still body he winced as bone moved beneath the skin as he gently touched Will’s blood matted hair.
“We need to get him to a healing room quickly” he gravely ordered.
Thranduil gave a nod of consent and three of the guards carefully lifted Will from the floor. Then lead the way with both Elrond and Thranduil following behind.
Will did not make a sound or show any signs of life. Only the fact he was still breathing let you know he was alive. Once the guards settled him on the simple bed Thranduil dismissed them from the room.
Efficiently Elrond stripped Will searching for less obvious injuries. Sucking air between his teeth when he found a knife wound to the back. A strike that should have killed Will outright.
“According to Gandalf he has no heart and always heals” Thranduil commented.
“Beloved of a goddess” retorted Elrond.
“I love him like a mother” Calypso ironically said making the other two jump.
A warm breeze went through them and on to caress Will making him sigh weakly.
“Ah, my William what have they done to you now and what would you have me do.” The breeze stilled over the stab wound, it began to close and heal. When only a scar remained, she healed the head wound as Will whimpered softly.
Will took a painful breath, “No death.”
The voice of Calypso filled the air again, “You are far too merciful my William, but as you wish this time.”
Elrond and Thranduil felt her attention fall on them, “The seas of this world are no longer elf friend. There waves will seek to drown you, there creatures will crave your flesh and devour you. Only those who are mine will be safe from the seas fury.”
“You have no rights over this world and its people” were the very first words Thranduil addressed to his new god.
“A god is still a god whatever world they visit my Thranduil” the last two words were heavy with meaning as the air shimmered and she was gone from them.
Stiffly Will swung his legs over the side of the bed, bringing both Elrond and Thranduil’s attention back to him once again.
“Oh no, you don’t” scolded Elrond, “You need bed rest.”
“I’m fine” Will weakly protested.
“Your body has undergone great trauma it needs to rest.” Elrond was firm and Will found himself being bundled back into the bed.
“Captain of my destiny, my arse” he complained without heat.
Will could not deny forty winks would be welcome and his still aching body agreed with him. So he snuggled down and was soon snoring softly.
“What do you make of all this Elrond?” Thranduil asked with genuine interest.
“We are just play things of the god’s it would seem” Elrond shrugged.
“And yet Will’s seems to love Calypso however much he rails against her at times.” Something near to envy was in Thranduil’s voice. Gandalf chose that moment to enter the healing room.
“He knew her in flesh form before he actually found out what she was in reality.” He told the elves a twinkle in his eyes.
“They were lovers?” Again envy was the main emotion Thranduil felt.
“No I don’t think so, the first captain was her lover and it ended very badly.” Gandalf leaned on his staff.
“Ah” was all Elrond could find to say to that.
“You better get in touch with Galadriel and tell her what has happened. It is well that the majority of elves are not a sea loving people but it will be an inconvenience all the same.” Gandalf looked less than happy with the situation.
Seeing the shock on both the elves faces he went on, “She allowed me to hear every word from when Will was attacked until she left again.”
Elrond went over to the window and reached out to Galadriel with his mind concentrating hard.
Back in the room Gandalf asked Thranduil, “What are you doing to do about Erusen and his friends?”
“I have a feeling that Will would not like me to harm them, but they must be punished. They have offended a god and brought shame on all elf kind. I am going to order them to travel to Gondor and offer there life long service to Aragorn and his house. If they refuse they will be placed on a ship and suffer the consequences.” From Thranduil’s demeanour he favoured the second option.
“Let us hope they serve there new King better than there old one.” Gandalf murmured lightly.