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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
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 EIGHT
Gandalf slipped from the giant eagles back and thanked him; the bird dipped his head in response and took off for destinations unknown. With quick steps Gandalf entered Golden Wood; he felt eyes on him straight away. Within moments Haldir and his brother Rumil dropped to the forest floor.
“Welcome Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of the wood await your presence” Haldir smiled slightly at the wizard.
It took most of the day to reach the illuminated stairway. Leaning heavily on his staff Gandalf climbed the steps slowly. On the platform Galadriel and Celeborn were waiting for him. Haldir left the three of them with a respectful nod of the head.
The Lady smiled gently, “Will’s heart is heavy.”
For a moment Gandalf thought she meant the chest he held so tightly.
“His grieving has not really begun yet” Galadriel paused to study Gandalf, “You have a request my friend?” She eyed the chest calmly.
“Indeed I do and it is an important matter. Will you care for the Captain’s heart it needs a safe harbour” Gandalf felt the change in Celeborns mood even before Galadriel answered him.
“It will be safe here” Galadriel smiled.
“I thank you Lady, you have removed a great weight from my shoulders.” Gandalf held out the chest and Celeborn took it.
To Celeborn the chest seemed alive in his hands. It throbbed against his palms, the heart beating steady and untroubled.
“They tread the path to Mount Doom” Celeborn looked Gandalf in the eye.
Gandalf was not surprised that both Celeborn and Galadriel already knew the travellers had returned. Or the fact that they assumed Will would be heading for Mount Doom. It was in there personalities that you do the right thing and they expected no less of the people around them. So there was no question from there point of view that Will would do the right thing and destroy the ring.
“Will’s first thought was the destruction of the ring” Gandalf commented.
“Have they taken the first step” Celeborn persisted.
“They were still at Grey Havens when I left them, as you may recall Will can be stubborn and likes to go his own way.” There was tiredness in Gandalf’s voice and posture.
Galadriel broke back into the conversation, “There is time enough for talk you look tired and in need of food old friend.”
When Gandalf had been directed to his room Galadriel turned to her husband, “Will and Thranduil are not alone Calypso watches over them and they have each other.”
“Love is not always enough” Celeborn countered.
“True, but it does help” Galadriel’s eyes settled on the chest “Gandalf didn’t give us the key.”
“Perhaps he hasn’t got it” Celeborn frowned thinking it would just be like Will to not hand over the key.
“It matters little as we are unlikely to need it” Galadriel shrugged gracefully.
“I will find a haven for this heart, high in the trees I think somewhere forgotten and secluded” Celeborn took leave of his wife, the chest tucked safely under his arm.
He climbed swiftly heading for the bright blue sky, leaping from branch to branch, scrambling when he must, his destination his only thought. The chest secured in a leather satchel fixed to his back. After dusk had fallen Celeborn landed on a very old and ornate platform he lifted the satchel from his back and sighed.
Above him the stars were just starting to come out, Celeborn removed the chest from the satchel and walked towards the tree’s trunk. Its width was large and looked unblemished, he past a hand over it. Until he sensed a difference in the texture and applied a firm gentle pressure.
A section of the trunk slide to one side revealing a large empty space, he placed the chest within it. Then quickly closed it up again.
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 EIGHT
Gandalf slipped from the giant eagles back and thanked him; the bird dipped his head in response and took off for destinations unknown. With quick steps Gandalf entered Golden Wood; he felt eyes on him straight away. Within moments Haldir and his brother Rumil dropped to the forest floor.
“Welcome Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of the wood await your presence” Haldir smiled slightly at the wizard.
It took most of the day to reach the illuminated stairway. Leaning heavily on his staff Gandalf climbed the steps slowly. On the platform Galadriel and Celeborn were waiting for him. Haldir left the three of them with a respectful nod of the head.
The Lady smiled gently, “Will’s heart is heavy.”
For a moment Gandalf thought she meant the chest he held so tightly.
“His grieving has not really begun yet” Galadriel paused to study Gandalf, “You have a request my friend?” She eyed the chest calmly.
“Indeed I do and it is an important matter. Will you care for the Captain’s heart it needs a safe harbour” Gandalf felt the change in Celeborns mood even before Galadriel answered him.
“It will be safe here” Galadriel smiled.
“I thank you Lady, you have removed a great weight from my shoulders.” Gandalf held out the chest and Celeborn took it.
To Celeborn the chest seemed alive in his hands. It throbbed against his palms, the heart beating steady and untroubled.
“They tread the path to Mount Doom” Celeborn looked Gandalf in the eye.
Gandalf was not surprised that both Celeborn and Galadriel already knew the travellers had returned. Or the fact that they assumed Will would be heading for Mount Doom. It was in there personalities that you do the right thing and they expected no less of the people around them. So there was no question from there point of view that Will would do the right thing and destroy the ring.
“Will’s first thought was the destruction of the ring” Gandalf commented.
“Have they taken the first step” Celeborn persisted.
“They were still at Grey Havens when I left them, as you may recall Will can be stubborn and likes to go his own way.” There was tiredness in Gandalf’s voice and posture.
Galadriel broke back into the conversation, “There is time enough for talk you look tired and in need of food old friend.”
When Gandalf had been directed to his room Galadriel turned to her husband, “Will and Thranduil are not alone Calypso watches over them and they have each other.”
“Love is not always enough” Celeborn countered.
“True, but it does help” Galadriel’s eyes settled on the chest “Gandalf didn’t give us the key.”
“Perhaps he hasn’t got it” Celeborn frowned thinking it would just be like Will to not hand over the key.
“It matters little as we are unlikely to need it” Galadriel shrugged gracefully.
“I will find a haven for this heart, high in the trees I think somewhere forgotten and secluded” Celeborn took leave of his wife, the chest tucked safely under his arm.
He climbed swiftly heading for the bright blue sky, leaping from branch to branch, scrambling when he must, his destination his only thought. The chest secured in a leather satchel fixed to his back. After dusk had fallen Celeborn landed on a very old and ornate platform he lifted the satchel from his back and sighed.
Above him the stars were just starting to come out, Celeborn removed the chest from the satchel and walked towards the tree’s trunk. Its width was large and looked unblemished, he past a hand over it. Until he sensed a difference in the texture and applied a firm gentle pressure.
A section of the trunk slide to one side revealing a large empty space, he placed the chest within it. Then quickly closed it up again.