DRIFTWOOD

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 SEVEN

Will buttoned up the leggings, stamped his feet into boots and fastened the tunic. He still felt vastly exposed but at least these clothes actually fit him.

Less than gracefully he scrambled down the tree and landed heavily on the forest floor. Yet another bloody forest he felt almost amused and now much against his better judgement. He was sleeping on a platform in a tree, because Thranduil had put his foot down. So he had had to agree under sufferance.

The last few days he had spent his time trying not to irritate or be irritated by Celeborn. The experience had been like pushing treacle up hill. Though the nearness of his heart calmed and soothed him. Even as the wolf in his blood urged him to let rip.

Tonight he would be attempting to contact his inner wolf and perform his first change. Thranduil was not happy about it neither was Celeborn for that matter. But with Galadriel on his side it was a done deal.

Already he wore the ring on the double chain he had requested from Galadriel. He loved the way the chain bit into his skin as he moved. It made him feel safe, secure and delightfully restrained.

Will breathed in deeply mint and grass assaulted his nostrils, Thranduil must be near so he went to find him. There was the clunk of an arrow hitting a target and around the next tree he found his love practising his archery skills.

Celeborn looked at the large mithril cage never in his memory had there been the need for such. But then again there had never been a werewolf in Golden Wood as far as he knew.

A flare of irratation flashed through Celeborn, Will had the talent to annoy him just by breathing. It wasn’t as if he was the first man to be rude and disrespectful to him and he surely wouldn’t be the last.

Celeborn had already given orders that this evening all residents of the Wood were to be safely in there talans by nightfall. He had no wish for any of his people to be infected, there would only be five of them including Will himself present during this dangerous time.

Rumil appeared by Celeborn’s side and handed over a letter that had just been delivered. He quickly left the Lord to go back to his brooding.

The wax seal cracked and crumbled as Celeborn opened the stiff paper and began to read.


My Lord Celeborn -

I was wondering if you could shed any light on the rumours that both my father and Will have returned to Middle Earth. As you can imagine the talk I have heard is most worrying.

It seems that Glorfindel has also disappeared and I can’t help feeling the two might be connected. My father is naturally secretive and always will be. But if you have any information that could put my mind at rest I would be grateful.

Sincerely Legolas.


So Legolas suspected his father was in Golden Wood, Celeborn hoped the young prince wasn’t on his way to visit them. Thranduil would never believe that Rivendell had not been informed of his arrival by Galadriel.

Dusk came in and the stars came out, it was just like any other evening. Will was naked except for the large square of silk Galadriel had furnished him with. Which was wrapped around his waist to preserve his modesty, leaving on show his chains and nipple ring. Even Celeborn admitted to himself that Will looked quite beautiful.

Will shivered and wryly thought to himself he would soon have a fur coat to keep him warm. His senses alerted him to a strange presence and his inner wolf growled.

“Reveal yourself, I can sense your scent from here” Will startled the four elves with him.

They followed his gaze and out of the tree line stepped a man, who was dressed in weathered animal skins, “You need to learn respect pup” his voice was gruff.

“I’m no Omega to your Alpha” Will snarled.

“And yet you are going to allow these elves to lock you in a cage” mocked the stranger.

“Leave while you can” advised Will.

“Do you really need that cloth for surely it covers nothing you are less than a eunoch” came the taunt.

Will roared and launched himself at the man, gliding through the air his change began. He was fully formed as he landed on his target, who had also changed amazingly quickly.

Fur literally began to fly as the two wolves rolled around trying to tear lumps out of each other. There growls rang out ricocheting off the trees and an air of disquiet penetrated the whole forest.

The four elves present didn‘t know how to react to the situation. All had reached for there weapons ready should they be needed.

The animal’s violent dance went on for some minutes until one took to its heels and fled into the forest the other hot on its trail. Swiftly Thranduil was after them leaving the others in his wake. He had been stunned and fascinated by Will’s change into the magnificent wolf. The large powerful animal had golden brown fur but still retained Will’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to follow the pair; yelps, growls and the occasional howl were more than enough to track them. Thranduil arrived just in time to see the strange wolf flee for its life and witness Will’s howl of triump.

Big brown eyes turned Thranduil’s way and he stood very still. Much to his relief there was recognition in there depth, the wolf lay down resting his head on his paws and looked up at him. With an expression that claimed butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. A small despondent whine hit Thranduil’s ears.

When Galadriel, Celeborn and Glorfindel caught up with them. Thranduil was sitting with the wolf’s head in his lap petting the creature as if it were a dog.

“One elf and his dog” Celeborn commented.

Will lifted his head and snarled in the Lord’s direction before burying his snout back in Thranduil’s lap again.

“That was educational” muttered Galadriel, “it appears high emotion can ease and quicken the change.”

Will whined quietly and closed his eyes, Thranduil scratched behind a silky ear and Will reluctantly opened his eyes again.

“You can sleep after you change back” Thranduil told him.

Tiredly Will got up and let out a yelp; quickly he lifted his left front paw from the ground and rebalanced on three legs.

The pain could not be described, the shift of bone, blood and flesh disorientating. Consciousness slipped from Will, he welcomed and embraced the darkness. Needless to say he never noticed the panic around him, when the state of his body was revealed.

Long claw marks littered his chest and back. He had a swollen dislocated shoulder, his hands were blood stained and bruised. There were bloody lines where his chains had bitten deeply but still held the ring securely in place.

Thranduil cursed as he carefully took Will into his arms and lead all in the direction of the healing rooms.