DRIFTWOOD
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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
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 THIRTY TWO
“Trollshaw Forest” Glorfindel wrinkled his nose.
“Going soft in your old age Glory?” Teased Thranduil.
“I’ve never been soft, I’m ever ready and diligent” boasted the other elf.
“God, he’s ugly” Will’s voice drifted over to them.
“He must be talking about you” Thranduil aimed at Glorfindel.
Before heading in the direction Will had gone, Glorfindel hot on his heels. They found him staring at three enormous stone trolls.
“Filthy beasts trolls, you’re seeing them at there best like this” Thranduil informed Will.
“Those things used to be alive?” Will was incredulous.
“I take it that there are no trolls in your world” Glorfindel asked.
“Just in children’s stories” a bolt of pain hit Will harshly.
“You never did say why you came back” Glorfindel asked innocently.
“No, we didn’t did we” Thranduil replied with false pleasantness.
“Well?” Glorfindel pushed.
“Well what?” Thranduil’s tone didn’t change.
“We were advised to come back for the good of our health” Will bluntly cut in.
“Do you miss her” Glorfindel concentrated on Will’s face.
“Calypso is always with me” he turned and walked away from them both.
“A God you can’t even begin to fight” Thranduil commented wistfully.
Glorfindel dropped his eyes from Thranduil not wanting him to see the pity shining in them.
“It’s not physical you pervert, her interest lies else where” Thranduil said with good humour, “she takes her comfort with Cirdan, if you must know.”
Glorfindel slowly smiled, “So he’s finally getting some, Cirdan always seemed a bit of a cold fish to me.”
“Just because he’s immune to your delights doesn’t mean he’s frigid” Thranduil explained as if talking to an elfling.
“Damn close though” muttered Glorfindel under his breath.
They went back to get there horses so to carry on through the forest. Will had also remounted his horse and was making his way towards the sound of water.
When the two elves caught up with Will he was shaving the stubble from his face with obvious enjoyment.
“Well I never a human who likes to be clean” Glorfindel teased lightly.
Will held one finger up in his direction but didn’t seem really bothered by the remark, “This forest must end soon what is our next direction?” He addressed to Thranduil.
“We will by pass Rivendell and go straight on to Caradhras” declared Thranduil.
“There’s the proof he has finally cracked” crowed Glorfindel.
“I will not take us into Moria, evil dwells in dark places. I say we take our chances in the light” continued Thranduil.
“What is Caradhras?” Will enquired.
“A snow covered mountain range, where as Moria is a dark dangerous wound in the earth.” Thranduil’s tone was dramatic.
Glorfindel sighed, “Moria is an old deserted mine…”
Thranduil cut in not allowing him to finish, “Even the dwarves who built it, fled from its wickedness.”
“Caradhras it is then” Will had a healthy respect for evil in all its many forms.
Glorfindel groaned theatrically but ceased to argue.
Three days later there horses were fetlock deep in snow and shivering. Will empathized with them he to felt the bitter cold, his fingers were bright red and the leather reins bit into them.
“I hate snow” moaned Glorfindel.
“Those who don’t feel the cold don’t get to complain” Will snapped.
Thranduil cast a worried glance at his lover; he often forgot that Will was in some ways less hardy then an elf.
“I’m wet, I loathe being wet” Glorfindel went on unconcerned by Will’s out burst.
With a frown on his face Will kicked his horse and surged a head of his companions. They would have to stop soon dusk was quickly falling. Without much hope he looked around to see if there was any sort of shelter available.
The vista was bleak and stark, in the distance there was movement. Will studied the dots as they began to grow larger and more distinct.
“Hell’s bell’s” gasped Will as he recognized what was coming towards him.
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 THIRTY TWO
“Trollshaw Forest” Glorfindel wrinkled his nose.
“Going soft in your old age Glory?” Teased Thranduil.
“I’ve never been soft, I’m ever ready and diligent” boasted the other elf.
“God, he’s ugly” Will’s voice drifted over to them.
“He must be talking about you” Thranduil aimed at Glorfindel.
Before heading in the direction Will had gone, Glorfindel hot on his heels. They found him staring at three enormous stone trolls.
“Filthy beasts trolls, you’re seeing them at there best like this” Thranduil informed Will.
“Those things used to be alive?” Will was incredulous.
“I take it that there are no trolls in your world” Glorfindel asked.
“Just in children’s stories” a bolt of pain hit Will harshly.
“You never did say why you came back” Glorfindel asked innocently.
“No, we didn’t did we” Thranduil replied with false pleasantness.
“Well?” Glorfindel pushed.
“Well what?” Thranduil’s tone didn’t change.
“We were advised to come back for the good of our health” Will bluntly cut in.
“Do you miss her” Glorfindel concentrated on Will’s face.
“Calypso is always with me” he turned and walked away from them both.
“A God you can’t even begin to fight” Thranduil commented wistfully.
Glorfindel dropped his eyes from Thranduil not wanting him to see the pity shining in them.
“It’s not physical you pervert, her interest lies else where” Thranduil said with good humour, “she takes her comfort with Cirdan, if you must know.”
Glorfindel slowly smiled, “So he’s finally getting some, Cirdan always seemed a bit of a cold fish to me.”
“Just because he’s immune to your delights doesn’t mean he’s frigid” Thranduil explained as if talking to an elfling.
“Damn close though” muttered Glorfindel under his breath.
They went back to get there horses so to carry on through the forest. Will had also remounted his horse and was making his way towards the sound of water.
When the two elves caught up with Will he was shaving the stubble from his face with obvious enjoyment.
“Well I never a human who likes to be clean” Glorfindel teased lightly.
Will held one finger up in his direction but didn’t seem really bothered by the remark, “This forest must end soon what is our next direction?” He addressed to Thranduil.
“We will by pass Rivendell and go straight on to Caradhras” declared Thranduil.
“There’s the proof he has finally cracked” crowed Glorfindel.
“I will not take us into Moria, evil dwells in dark places. I say we take our chances in the light” continued Thranduil.
“What is Caradhras?” Will enquired.
“A snow covered mountain range, where as Moria is a dark dangerous wound in the earth.” Thranduil’s tone was dramatic.
Glorfindel sighed, “Moria is an old deserted mine…”
Thranduil cut in not allowing him to finish, “Even the dwarves who built it, fled from its wickedness.”
“Caradhras it is then” Will had a healthy respect for evil in all its many forms.
Glorfindel groaned theatrically but ceased to argue.
Three days later there horses were fetlock deep in snow and shivering. Will empathized with them he to felt the bitter cold, his fingers were bright red and the leather reins bit into them.
“I hate snow” moaned Glorfindel.
“Those who don’t feel the cold don’t get to complain” Will snapped.
Thranduil cast a worried glance at his lover; he often forgot that Will was in some ways less hardy then an elf.
“I’m wet, I loathe being wet” Glorfindel went on unconcerned by Will’s out burst.
With a frown on his face Will kicked his horse and surged a head of his companions. They would have to stop soon dusk was quickly falling. Without much hope he looked around to see if there was any sort of shelter available.
The vista was bleak and stark, in the distance there was movement. Will studied the dots as they began to grow larger and more distinct.
“Hell’s bell’s” gasped Will as he recognized what was coming towards him.