DRIFTWOOD
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Adult +
Chapters:
53
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
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 THREE
The morning light found Grey Havens full of life and rumour. Opinions were aired and many elves felt betrayed by Cirdan. The elves of the shore had always seen him as there unofficial leader. Now there anchor had deserted them without even a backward glance.
A depression fell on the shore people as they readied for the journey to Golden Wood. They to would miss the sea though Cirdan departure had hurt them more.
“Damn, damn and damn” Celeborn groused.
How could he explain and comfort these elves when he didn’t understand Cirdan’s choice himself. The Lord of Golden Wood could only make sure all were prepared for the new life a head of them.
It had been a long painful night for both Legolas and Elrond. Neither had slept, Legolas had vented his pain with tears. Curled into his lovers embrace, clinging like a vine. Elrond had prayed to the Lady while trying to comfort his mate.
Days flowed into each other, Gandalf and Frodo departed for the Shire. Legolas and Elrond left for Mirkwood, then from there back to Rivendell. Celeborn began the slow trek back to Golden Wood. The ex-residents of the shore line with him.
Talk of both Thranduil and Cirdan slowly died down, as ten years went by then twenty. The elf population went on as if nothing unusual had occurred. Mirkwood thrived under its new Queen’s rule. Everything was very much the norm and all were thankful for it.
Coming into the thirty seventh year Gandalf found himself heading for the now deserted harbour of Grey Havens. Man for some reason had not taken over the port and it was collapsing into graceful decline.
The harbour masters house was always kept well stocked with food, fuel, clothing and the like. As ex shore liners would bring there children to Grey Havens to teach them about there history. It was also used as a travellers rest.
Gandalf lit the fire in Cirdan’s old parlour and with relief sat down to enjoy its warmth. His eyes closed only to snap open again when a disturbance in the air made him jump.
His eyes fastened on the four trunks that had appeared out of thin air and now lay under the window. From where he sat he could see they all had Thranduil’s royal crest on them. There was also a rhythmic beat that came from the same direction, thump, thump, thump. It was steady and strong, pulsing with life.
Gandalf shivered and climbed to his feet the closer he got to the trunks, the louder the beating became. Standing in front of them he reached out placing a hand on the top one. It vibrated under his touch; he snatched his hand back and returned to his chair by the fire.
He now knew why he was here or at least in part. Something had happened, something bad he had to assume as fifty years had not come to pass yet. Gandalf gazed into the fire, his eye lids drooping as the beat of the heart lured him into slumber.
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 THREE
The morning light found Grey Havens full of life and rumour. Opinions were aired and many elves felt betrayed by Cirdan. The elves of the shore had always seen him as there unofficial leader. Now there anchor had deserted them without even a backward glance.
A depression fell on the shore people as they readied for the journey to Golden Wood. They to would miss the sea though Cirdan departure had hurt them more.
“Damn, damn and damn” Celeborn groused.
How could he explain and comfort these elves when he didn’t understand Cirdan’s choice himself. The Lord of Golden Wood could only make sure all were prepared for the new life a head of them.
It had been a long painful night for both Legolas and Elrond. Neither had slept, Legolas had vented his pain with tears. Curled into his lovers embrace, clinging like a vine. Elrond had prayed to the Lady while trying to comfort his mate.
Days flowed into each other, Gandalf and Frodo departed for the Shire. Legolas and Elrond left for Mirkwood, then from there back to Rivendell. Celeborn began the slow trek back to Golden Wood. The ex-residents of the shore line with him.
Talk of both Thranduil and Cirdan slowly died down, as ten years went by then twenty. The elf population went on as if nothing unusual had occurred. Mirkwood thrived under its new Queen’s rule. Everything was very much the norm and all were thankful for it.
Coming into the thirty seventh year Gandalf found himself heading for the now deserted harbour of Grey Havens. Man for some reason had not taken over the port and it was collapsing into graceful decline.
The harbour masters house was always kept well stocked with food, fuel, clothing and the like. As ex shore liners would bring there children to Grey Havens to teach them about there history. It was also used as a travellers rest.
Gandalf lit the fire in Cirdan’s old parlour and with relief sat down to enjoy its warmth. His eyes closed only to snap open again when a disturbance in the air made him jump.
His eyes fastened on the four trunks that had appeared out of thin air and now lay under the window. From where he sat he could see they all had Thranduil’s royal crest on them. There was also a rhythmic beat that came from the same direction, thump, thump, thump. It was steady and strong, pulsing with life.
Gandalf shivered and climbed to his feet the closer he got to the trunks, the louder the beating became. Standing in front of them he reached out placing a hand on the top one. It vibrated under his touch; he snatched his hand back and returned to his chair by the fire.
He now knew why he was here or at least in part. Something had happened, something bad he had to assume as fifty years had not come to pass yet. Gandalf gazed into the fire, his eye lids drooping as the beat of the heart lured him into slumber.