DRIFTWOOD
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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
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 FOUR
“You know what is following us” hissed Glorfindel “and they are far from home.”
“The worst of humanity and Will could be infected, I’m not a fool.” Thranduil hissed back.
“Oh the arrogance of elves” Will refrained from hissing then continued “Werewolves another creature that is a reality in this world.”
“They are the Woses, they have a history of deliberately turning certain of there people for protection purposes.” Thranduil told Will.
“That’s barbaric” Optioned Will.
“Not to them, it’s a privilege and honour to be a chosen one.” Glorfindel butted in.
“The Woses are a secluded forest race they shun the world in general. Middle Earth has not been kind to them, through all the ages they have been persecuted.” The tension in Thranduil’s voice was obvious.
“We should head for Golden Wood and consult Galadriel” Glorfindel advised.
“Agreed the Lady maybe able to help Will if worse comes to worse.” Without even asking Will’s opinion on the matter it was settled.
Will knew he looked a right mess. With his still blood stained shirt and Glorfindel’s spare pair of leggings. Which were far too tight and much to revealing for his taste. Then there was the gash on his cheek that just topped it all off in his opinion.
Though the way he looked was the least of his worries at that moment. The gash now that was a worry, since he wasn’t sure how he got it. Had the Werewolf caught him or not and only time would solve that puzzle.
Thranduil thought they were a day away from Lothlorien; he desperately wanted to confer with both Galadriel and Celeborn. Not just about Will’s predicament but there was also the dying word of the Werewolf to consider.
Will clung to Thranduil as they both sat astride his horse. Much to his dismay he couldn’t stop his need for reassurance and it pained him deeply. Nor could he make himself call out to Calypso, he was afraid of what she might tell him.
Sometimes he sensed a burning in his blood mostly he tried to ignore it. What was another curse he kept telling himself. Will rested his head against Thranduil’s shoulder and listened to the beat of his heart.
He was actually dozing when Golden Wood came into view. Becoming more alert when an elf stepped out of the trees and greeted them.
“The Lord and Lady of the wood await your presence” the guardian addressed Thranduil.
“Lead the way Rumil” was Thranduil’s only response.
They followed Rumil to a small but beautiful glade; Celeborn and Galadriel were already there. Will stood between Thranduil and Glorfindel his senses buzzing. He was the first to speak.
“Lord Celeborn, Lady” Will said with all due politeness.
“Captain Turner, Glorfindel, Thranduil welcome to Golden Wood” Celeborn returned a little amused by Will’s manners.
“I feel the presence of my heart, I hear it beating” Will looked accusingly at Celeborn “he said he had a safe pair of hands.”
“He just didn’t say whose” Celeborn grinned nastily.
Galadriel looked kindly on Will and reached out to touch his mind, “You must grieve.”
Will didn’t even flinch when her words flowed into his mind. He just replied hoarsely, “There is know time for grief.”
Galadriel stepped away from him and blurted out loud, “You are tainted.”
Will glared at her before looking up to the sky and forcing himself to bellow, “Calypso.”
Galadriel and Celeborn looked at each other and then back at Will. Both Thranduil and Glorfindel were also staring at Will.
“Come on Calypso” Will whispered brokenly.
There was a change in the air as if a storm were about to break.
“My William” Calypso’s tone was gentle.
Will looked at the ground and bit his lip.
“Child of destiny, your loyalty is not to the moon, though changed you be. The spirit of the wolf is yours to command, you control it.” Calypso paused as a salty breeze danced by “It does not control you.”
“Thank you” Will truly meant these words.
Calypso’s voice changed direction and her tone became harsh, “And you Lady be careful who you call tainted.”
Calypso was gone leaving a very red faced Galadriel in her wake.
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 FOUR
“You know what is following us” hissed Glorfindel “and they are far from home.”
“The worst of humanity and Will could be infected, I’m not a fool.” Thranduil hissed back.
“Oh the arrogance of elves” Will refrained from hissing then continued “Werewolves another creature that is a reality in this world.”
“They are the Woses, they have a history of deliberately turning certain of there people for protection purposes.” Thranduil told Will.
“That’s barbaric” Optioned Will.
“Not to them, it’s a privilege and honour to be a chosen one.” Glorfindel butted in.
“The Woses are a secluded forest race they shun the world in general. Middle Earth has not been kind to them, through all the ages they have been persecuted.” The tension in Thranduil’s voice was obvious.
“We should head for Golden Wood and consult Galadriel” Glorfindel advised.
“Agreed the Lady maybe able to help Will if worse comes to worse.” Without even asking Will’s opinion on the matter it was settled.
Will knew he looked a right mess. With his still blood stained shirt and Glorfindel’s spare pair of leggings. Which were far too tight and much to revealing for his taste. Then there was the gash on his cheek that just topped it all off in his opinion.
Though the way he looked was the least of his worries at that moment. The gash now that was a worry, since he wasn’t sure how he got it. Had the Werewolf caught him or not and only time would solve that puzzle.
Thranduil thought they were a day away from Lothlorien; he desperately wanted to confer with both Galadriel and Celeborn. Not just about Will’s predicament but there was also the dying word of the Werewolf to consider.
Will clung to Thranduil as they both sat astride his horse. Much to his dismay he couldn’t stop his need for reassurance and it pained him deeply. Nor could he make himself call out to Calypso, he was afraid of what she might tell him.
Sometimes he sensed a burning in his blood mostly he tried to ignore it. What was another curse he kept telling himself. Will rested his head against Thranduil’s shoulder and listened to the beat of his heart.
He was actually dozing when Golden Wood came into view. Becoming more alert when an elf stepped out of the trees and greeted them.
“The Lord and Lady of the wood await your presence” the guardian addressed Thranduil.
“Lead the way Rumil” was Thranduil’s only response.
They followed Rumil to a small but beautiful glade; Celeborn and Galadriel were already there. Will stood between Thranduil and Glorfindel his senses buzzing. He was the first to speak.
“Lord Celeborn, Lady” Will said with all due politeness.
“Captain Turner, Glorfindel, Thranduil welcome to Golden Wood” Celeborn returned a little amused by Will’s manners.
“I feel the presence of my heart, I hear it beating” Will looked accusingly at Celeborn “he said he had a safe pair of hands.”
“He just didn’t say whose” Celeborn grinned nastily.
Galadriel looked kindly on Will and reached out to touch his mind, “You must grieve.”
Will didn’t even flinch when her words flowed into his mind. He just replied hoarsely, “There is know time for grief.”
Galadriel stepped away from him and blurted out loud, “You are tainted.”
Will glared at her before looking up to the sky and forcing himself to bellow, “Calypso.”
Galadriel and Celeborn looked at each other and then back at Will. Both Thranduil and Glorfindel were also staring at Will.
“Come on Calypso” Will whispered brokenly.
There was a change in the air as if a storm were about to break.
“My William” Calypso’s tone was gentle.
Will looked at the ground and bit his lip.
“Child of destiny, your loyalty is not to the moon, though changed you be. The spirit of the wolf is yours to command, you control it.” Calypso paused as a salty breeze danced by “It does not control you.”
“Thank you” Will truly meant these words.
Calypso’s voice changed direction and her tone became harsh, “And you Lady be careful who you call tainted.”
Calypso was gone leaving a very red faced Galadriel in her wake.