DRIFTWOOD
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
53
Views:
4,569
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER 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 THREE
Gandalf arrived mid afternoon the next day, Cirdan met him while out side mending some fishing nets.
“Keeping busy, do you have time to spare for an old friend Cirdan?” Gandalf’s smile was warm.
“Always, and as always you arrive at an opportune time.” Cirdan dropped the net.
“You have caught my interest do go on” the wizard leant on his staff.
“A few days ago I found the most intriguing piece of driftwood on the shore; he says his name is William Turner. There is something not quite right about him; for one thing his wounds have healed far to fast for a mortal.”
Gandalf tugged at his ear reflectively, “Do I get to meet him?”
Cirden lead his friend into his parlour where Will was busy peeling vegetables ready for there evening meal.
Almost dropping his knife Will blurted out, “Merlin!”
“I go by many names and you William Turner are not mortal, you do not belong in this world.” Gandalf said not unkindly.
After so many long years nothing had the power to surprise the Captain of The Flying Dutchman, “I am not here of my own choosing.”
“Who are you?” Gandalf sat himself down by the fire.
“I am the captain of The Flying Dutchman.” Will saw no reason to lie.
There was a short pause before Gandalf spoke again, “You are far from home and duty Dutchman. So you must be here for a purpose.”
“My ship” Will began.
“Is a constant and travels on without you.” Gandalf broke in.
“But it waits for the return of its captain; I am a man of destiny.” The last few words were bitter and Will looked almost heartbroken. With a blink his face became bland again.
Gandalf turned to Cirdan, “You have certainly caught a fish of a different colour here, my friend.”
“If not on Middle Earth, where do you belong?” Cirdan asked his guest.
His reply was silence as Will picked up the knife and began peeling the vegetables again.
“I don’t belong anywhere, I am the ferryman” Will finally said.
Gandalf and Cirdan shared a look, the harbour master was positive Gandalf knew more than he prepared to say.
The old wizard was deep and could be dangerous to know.
“You are not human?” Will asked his rescuer.
Cirdan puffed his chest out, “I am an Elf.”
Seeing the lack of recognition on Will’s face, Cirdan found it a struggle not to pout. He came over to Will and lifted his hair to reveal his ear. Will studied it; he supposed it was nice enough for an ear.
Gandalf tried to bury his chuckle in his beard, Cirdan’s indignation really tickled him.
“You cannot stay at Grey Havens, why not travel with me for a while,” the wizard invited.
Will agreed thinking it would be best until he found his feet in this world. Then he hopefully would have a better chance of tracking down his ship.
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 THREE
Gandalf arrived mid afternoon the next day, Cirdan met him while out side mending some fishing nets.
“Keeping busy, do you have time to spare for an old friend Cirdan?” Gandalf’s smile was warm.
“Always, and as always you arrive at an opportune time.” Cirdan dropped the net.
“You have caught my interest do go on” the wizard leant on his staff.
“A few days ago I found the most intriguing piece of driftwood on the shore; he says his name is William Turner. There is something not quite right about him; for one thing his wounds have healed far to fast for a mortal.”
Gandalf tugged at his ear reflectively, “Do I get to meet him?”
Cirden lead his friend into his parlour where Will was busy peeling vegetables ready for there evening meal.
Almost dropping his knife Will blurted out, “Merlin!”
“I go by many names and you William Turner are not mortal, you do not belong in this world.” Gandalf said not unkindly.
After so many long years nothing had the power to surprise the Captain of The Flying Dutchman, “I am not here of my own choosing.”
“Who are you?” Gandalf sat himself down by the fire.
“I am the captain of The Flying Dutchman.” Will saw no reason to lie.
There was a short pause before Gandalf spoke again, “You are far from home and duty Dutchman. So you must be here for a purpose.”
“My ship” Will began.
“Is a constant and travels on without you.” Gandalf broke in.
“But it waits for the return of its captain; I am a man of destiny.” The last few words were bitter and Will looked almost heartbroken. With a blink his face became bland again.
Gandalf turned to Cirdan, “You have certainly caught a fish of a different colour here, my friend.”
“If not on Middle Earth, where do you belong?” Cirdan asked his guest.
His reply was silence as Will picked up the knife and began peeling the vegetables again.
“I don’t belong anywhere, I am the ferryman” Will finally said.
Gandalf and Cirdan shared a look, the harbour master was positive Gandalf knew more than he prepared to say.
The old wizard was deep and could be dangerous to know.
“You are not human?” Will asked his rescuer.
Cirdan puffed his chest out, “I am an Elf.”
Seeing the lack of recognition on Will’s face, Cirdan found it a struggle not to pout. He came over to Will and lifted his hair to reveal his ear. Will studied it; he supposed it was nice enough for an ear.
Gandalf tried to bury his chuckle in his beard, Cirdan’s indignation really tickled him.
“You cannot stay at Grey Havens, why not travel with me for a while,” the wizard invited.
Will agreed thinking it would be best until he found his feet in this world. Then he hopefully would have a better chance of tracking down his ship.