DRIFTWOOD
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
53
Views:
4,513
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER TWO
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 TWO
The morning sunshine glared through the window. Will groaned as his eyes protested at it ferociousness. He lay still trying to catalogue his injuries, ribs and head he concluded.
Cirdan came into the room making him start, he was carrying a tray.
As Will ate the simple meal of bread, fish and strong black tea Cirdan told him, “Tomorrow a friend of mine is arriving I am sure he will want to speak to you.”
“I need to get back to my ship” Will did not want to hang around answering anyone’s questions.
“No, you need to rest and heal, that is a nasty head wound and you are only mortal” Cirdan objected sternly.
Will did not correct any of his assumptions but lay still in the bed. He was enjoying the rest to be sure and one more day would not hurt. It had been so long since his company was alive and not the dead.
Tomorrow he would leave and start his search for The Flying Dutchman and return to his duties as the ferryman. After he had finished his meal Cirdan brought him a large bowl of warm soapy water, a flannel and a towel. Also a clean nightshirt then left him to refresh and wash himself.
After his ablutions Will actually did feel tired and slipped back into the bed, he snuggled down contently. The last time he had felt so relaxed was before his mother died and that was so long ago now.
A few hours later when Cirdan checked up on him Will was sleeping again. He thought it best to leave him be and quietly left the room.
It was late afternoon when Will woke up he stretched and threw the bed clothes back. His ribs only niggled him and he no longer had an achy head, proof he was healing as fast as usual. He searched and found what looked like a type of breeches and a large white shirt.
He pulled the clothes on and left the room his bare feet making little noise. Down stairs was a very comfortable parlour come kitchen area and in a chair by a merry fire sat Cirdan smoking a pipe.
He did not look surprised when Will appeared before him, “Come and sit by the fire” he puffed on his pipe.
When Will was settled he brought him a drink, the man looked at it and asked, “What is it?”
“Just Miruvor it will help you heal” was the reply he got.
Remembering his first time with this drink he sipped it carefully and this time didn’t almost choke. The liquid warmed him from the inside out.
“Your clothes are being washed and mended they should be ready by tomorrow.” Cirdan said between puffs, he sat opposite to Will.
“Thank you for your great kindness” Will felt uneasy as if the whole universe knew something he did not.
“Tomorrow “he began.
“Will always be a day away” smiled Cirdan, “When you are healed then worry about tomorrow.”
Will sighed, “Perhaps you are right.” Even though he knew that by the next morning he would be completely well.
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 TWO
The morning sunshine glared through the window. Will groaned as his eyes protested at it ferociousness. He lay still trying to catalogue his injuries, ribs and head he concluded.
Cirdan came into the room making him start, he was carrying a tray.
As Will ate the simple meal of bread, fish and strong black tea Cirdan told him, “Tomorrow a friend of mine is arriving I am sure he will want to speak to you.”
“I need to get back to my ship” Will did not want to hang around answering anyone’s questions.
“No, you need to rest and heal, that is a nasty head wound and you are only mortal” Cirdan objected sternly.
Will did not correct any of his assumptions but lay still in the bed. He was enjoying the rest to be sure and one more day would not hurt. It had been so long since his company was alive and not the dead.
Tomorrow he would leave and start his search for The Flying Dutchman and return to his duties as the ferryman. After he had finished his meal Cirdan brought him a large bowl of warm soapy water, a flannel and a towel. Also a clean nightshirt then left him to refresh and wash himself.
After his ablutions Will actually did feel tired and slipped back into the bed, he snuggled down contently. The last time he had felt so relaxed was before his mother died and that was so long ago now.
A few hours later when Cirdan checked up on him Will was sleeping again. He thought it best to leave him be and quietly left the room.
It was late afternoon when Will woke up he stretched and threw the bed clothes back. His ribs only niggled him and he no longer had an achy head, proof he was healing as fast as usual. He searched and found what looked like a type of breeches and a large white shirt.
He pulled the clothes on and left the room his bare feet making little noise. Down stairs was a very comfortable parlour come kitchen area and in a chair by a merry fire sat Cirdan smoking a pipe.
He did not look surprised when Will appeared before him, “Come and sit by the fire” he puffed on his pipe.
When Will was settled he brought him a drink, the man looked at it and asked, “What is it?”
“Just Miruvor it will help you heal” was the reply he got.
Remembering his first time with this drink he sipped it carefully and this time didn’t almost choke. The liquid warmed him from the inside out.
“Your clothes are being washed and mended they should be ready by tomorrow.” Cirdan said between puffs, he sat opposite to Will.
“Thank you for your great kindness” Will felt uneasy as if the whole universe knew something he did not.
“Tomorrow “he began.
“Will always be a day away” smiled Cirdan, “When you are healed then worry about tomorrow.”
Will sighed, “Perhaps you are right.” Even though he knew that by the next morning he would be completely well.