DRIFTWOOD
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
53
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4,593
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3
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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
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 SEVEN
“They have returned” Galadriel said softly.
Celeborn looked with concern at his wife, “Who?”
“The Captain and his King, who else” she smiled.
“Cirdan?” Celeborn asked with hope.
“I did not see him” she laid a gentle hand on his arm.
“The ring?” Continued her husband.
“Still firmly attached to Will’s finger” Galadriel ran her own fingers along the tense muscle of her husbands arm.
“Safety of a sort then” he grunted.
“William Turner is a moral man” Galadriel soothed.
“He is also an arrogant one with no manners and a healthy disrespect for authority.” Celeborn said in a dissatisfied tone.
“So he has all the tools in hand for the task before him I would say” chided Galadriel.
“Plus Thranduil will not be a calming influence on his unpredictability” Celeborn’s stubbornness made Galadriel rise her eyebrows.
“Will really got under your skin, didn’t he?” She questioned.
“He could have done more to prevent Cirdan from leaving” Celeborn didn’t meet Galadriel’s eyes as he spoke.
“Mmm” was her only response to that.
“The road to Mount Doom will not be easy” Celeborn murmured.
“No road worth travelling ever is” Galadriel kissed her husband and left him to his thoughts.
Haldir had just returned from a month at the outer edge of Golden Wood securing one of the border posts. He gazed around his talan and sighed, it looked tidy and empty. This was due to the fact that Elemire and Nenar were still visiting Rivendell.
He missed the noise and warmth that now meant home and family to him. The birth of Nenar had been a revelation, when she was placed in his arms for the first time he felt an overwhelming love for her like none other. Elemire had playfully pouted before grinning widely and admitting he to felt the same way on seeing there beautiful daughter.
Haldir took to being a father like a duck to water amusing his brothers greatly; Elemire doted on the child as well. She thrived under there care, love and protection. In Golden Wood she stood out from the main population with her auburn hair and green eyes.
Nenar was a throw back to the Thranduil line favouring Aranel in her looks. Being still under fifty didn’t stop the braver elves from trying to court her. Haldir had already seen off three with the promise of lost body parts if they came near her again.
The trip to Rivendell had been Elemire’s idea, a holiday that would allow Nenar to escape the attentions of older elves and a situation she had no idea how to handle yet. Also the elves of Rivendell would hopefully think twice before chasing an elfling who was related to there Lord.
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 SEVEN
“They have returned” Galadriel said softly.
Celeborn looked with concern at his wife, “Who?”
“The Captain and his King, who else” she smiled.
“Cirdan?” Celeborn asked with hope.
“I did not see him” she laid a gentle hand on his arm.
“The ring?” Continued her husband.
“Still firmly attached to Will’s finger” Galadriel ran her own fingers along the tense muscle of her husbands arm.
“Safety of a sort then” he grunted.
“William Turner is a moral man” Galadriel soothed.
“He is also an arrogant one with no manners and a healthy disrespect for authority.” Celeborn said in a dissatisfied tone.
“So he has all the tools in hand for the task before him I would say” chided Galadriel.
“Plus Thranduil will not be a calming influence on his unpredictability” Celeborn’s stubbornness made Galadriel rise her eyebrows.
“Will really got under your skin, didn’t he?” She questioned.
“He could have done more to prevent Cirdan from leaving” Celeborn didn’t meet Galadriel’s eyes as he spoke.
“Mmm” was her only response to that.
“The road to Mount Doom will not be easy” Celeborn murmured.
“No road worth travelling ever is” Galadriel kissed her husband and left him to his thoughts.
Haldir had just returned from a month at the outer edge of Golden Wood securing one of the border posts. He gazed around his talan and sighed, it looked tidy and empty. This was due to the fact that Elemire and Nenar were still visiting Rivendell.
He missed the noise and warmth that now meant home and family to him. The birth of Nenar had been a revelation, when she was placed in his arms for the first time he felt an overwhelming love for her like none other. Elemire had playfully pouted before grinning widely and admitting he to felt the same way on seeing there beautiful daughter.
Haldir took to being a father like a duck to water amusing his brothers greatly; Elemire doted on the child as well. She thrived under there care, love and protection. In Golden Wood she stood out from the main population with her auburn hair and green eyes.
Nenar was a throw back to the Thranduil line favouring Aranel in her looks. Being still under fifty didn’t stop the braver elves from trying to court her. Haldir had already seen off three with the promise of lost body parts if they came near her again.
The trip to Rivendell had been Elemire’s idea, a holiday that would allow Nenar to escape the attentions of older elves and a situation she had no idea how to handle yet. Also the elves of Rivendell would hopefully think twice before chasing an elfling who was related to there Lord.