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 SIX

Next morning Gandalf found placed on the kitchen table a small plain wooden chest with a sturdy padlock securing it. A steady beating sound came from within. To see Will’s heart of flesh in its prison made the wizard shiver.

“It’s soothing after a while” Thranduil let a draft in as he entered the room “would you like to see it?”

Hurriedly Gandalf refused the offer and instead asked, “Do you think it wise to be travelling alone? The ring may not affect him and he does neutralize it, but that does not mean someone will not try to obtain it. Then there is his heart to consider.”

“The real question is how many know the ring is in his possession?” Was Thranduil’s opinion.

Gandalf began to reply stopped, and then said “We can’t be sure.”

“I will have no harm come to him, but we travel alone.” Thranduil’s tone was layered with many meanings, which Gandalf seemed to understand.

“His heart will need a safe resting place” Thranduil went on.

“One of the elfin kingdoms would be safest” Gandalf advised.

“Will doesn’t see elves in quite the way you do, a group tried to kill him remember?” Thranduil dryly retorted.

“But his feelings towards one certain elf are devotedly hot” Will walked into the room.

“We were discussing your heart” explained Gandalf.

“I’m taking it with me” was the prompt reply.

“That is a little foolish don’t you think” Gandalf said mildly.

“Tell me who should I trust but myself and Thranduil?” Will asked just as calmly.

“There is always me” Gandalf suggested.

“You would return it to me when the ring is no more?” Will stated.

“On my honour” Gandalf promised.

Will lifted the chest off the table and offered it to Gandalf. Who without hesitation took it. Life thrummed through his finger tips, the steady beat of Will’s heart beating along side his own.

“I have a safe pair of hands” Gandalf assured Will.

“Be sure that you do, old friend” Thranduil said coolly.

Gandalf ignored the comment, “When do you plan to start out?”

“We’ve only just arrived, a breathing space is in order I think” Will looked irritated.

Gandalf seemed ready to protest, Thranduil stopped his words with his own, saying “He is grieving for a lost world.”

“This one is still in danger” bristled Gandalf.

“A handful of days will not matter either way” Will said firmly “We’ll need provisions, a horse or two and a map would be nice.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

The next morning Gandalf disappeared only to return in the afternoon. With him were three fine horses, Will checked them over pronouncing them fit and healthy.

Gandalf refused any payment for them with a gruff shake of the head. He left them the following morning, though his horse had to be persuaded to allow the chest to be placed safely in a saddle bag.

Alone in Cirdan’s parlour Will asked “So no map?”

“The only map I need is up here” Thranduil tapped his forehead.

“Right and if anything happens to you?” Will demanded.

“You worry too much, the first time I went a shore you broke into a cold sweat.” Thranduil teased.

“With good reason” returned Will.

“He learnt a valuable lesson, not to touch what he in no way could afford. I impressed your crew no end.” A sense of pride was in his tone.

Will couldn’t deny his crew had truly accepted Thranduil after that little incident in Portsmouth, “Fine no map and you’ll endeavour not to get killed or mislaid.”

“Aye Captain” mocked Thranduil.

“Ready for the off?” Will enquired.

“Yeah ready to kick some arse” grinned Thranduil.

“You have no idea how wrong that sounds coming out of your mouth” Will returned the grin.