DRIFTWOOD

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 TWENTY

“Is it wise to place the ring in such unpredictable hands” Elrond mused once there was only Gandalf and Celeborn in the room.

“That is not your decision nor mine we must trust the Lord and Lady in this matter” scolded Gandalf.

“The captain’s attitude is less than congenial” Celeborn was still a little irritated.

“He has had nobody to please but himself for many a year” Gandalf added “if you don’t count Calypso.”

“Is Thranduil really his reward?” Elrond found the notion both odd and amusing.

“Do you find it so strange that she wants him to be happy?” Gandalf replied.

A thought struck Celeborn and a shiver of horror ran through him, “You don’t think she is trying to breed herself a new captain?”

There was an all mighty crash of thunder and the sky went white for a handful of seconds, “I think you have your answer” muttered Gandalf.

Elrond voiced a concern that had been worrying him for a while, “So Aranel’s death was not down to cruel chance.”

“Captain or no captain Aranel’s fate was sealed and without the captain Thranduil would have followed his mate” Gandalf replied firmly before turning talk to matters of the evacuation.

Outside Will was busy organising the restocking of his ship, while Thranduil watched over his trunks and precious casks of Miruvor. As they were taken aboard the Dutchman.

Will’s crew seemed more than pleased to have there captain back. Though one member of it was missing, Jason had left the ship. He had at last answered the summons to go and face his judgement. Will knew deep in his soul that the boy would now find peace so was happy for him.

Celeborn approached Cirdan, who was watching over his harbour like an anxious parent. The earlier thunder and lightening had set him on edge, even though the sky was now a beautiful blue. His restless eyes fixed on Thranduil and a set of confused emotions besieged him.

“Surely you don’t envy him that much?” Celeborn asked.

When only silence answered him he went on, “You will heal in Golden Wood.”

“You will not be told” Cirdan said though there was warmth in his tone.

“The Lady fits the back for the burden, they say” Celeborn smiled.

“They should be shot by Mirkwood’s finest archers” was Cirdan’s opinion.

Will fingered the ring thoughtfully; that a world hung around his neck amused him. It had been a long while since he had felt so content; he had his ship back, a beautiful lover and would soon be on his way again.

Even the past for him had become more bearable. He now realized he had probably forgiven Elizabeth long ago. But in his stubbornness had refused to acknowledge it.

He had also made peace with the ghost of Jack, slowly the guilt had slipped away without him knowing until it was completely gone. Jack understood all about fate and destiny, the pirate Will had learnt to love had taught him a lot about life.

Will was sure one day they would meet again when destiny had had her way with him. Until then he must live in the now and that now included Thranduil. Will knew he was falling in love, yes all the signs were there.

He looked over the harbour his eyes drawn to Cirdan and Celeborn. With a purposeful stride he walked over to them as he came to a stop a voice he knew well filled the air.

“Sweet William loyal and obedient servant, now I have a choice for you” her voice was tender.

Everything went still in the harbour as all listened to the voice. Will braced himself and kept his eyes on the Dutchman as he stood beside Celeborn and Cirdan.

“There is nothing for you on land when you return, none of your blood survives and all of your friends have long since died. I offer you an alternative, fifty years service upon my seas then you may have a whole month on Middle Earth. Make your choice my captain as you know the dead do not wait.”

Thranduil looked over to where Will stood his belongings forgotten for a moment. Will could feel all eyes on him while his own searched for his lover. There eyes met for a few brief moments.

“We have an accord fifty years service and then a month on Middle Earth” Will smiled.

“It is so my guardian of the dead” Calypso was not finished “you may not have a heart in that chest but you can still love and this goes some way to prove it.”

A short silence followed her words; Cirdan was the one who broke it, “Lady?”

The air became static before Calypso responded, “Do you love me?”

“I love the sea” Cirdan breathed.

“That’s close enough” she remarked, “Those who love the sea are dear to me.”

“Mercy Lady” Cirdan implored.

“You do not need my mercy” Calypso purred, “You already know what to do.”

The static left the air and Cirdan breathed in deeply, yes he knew his path now. He had never felt so sure about anything in his life before, peaceful calmness filled his soul.

Will spoke quietly, “There are no certainties in this world or mine.”

Cirdan only smiled, “The road maybe unclear but my direction is true.”