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 FORTY

The boats looked very flimsy to Will’s eyes but he had been assured they were fit for purpose. So now he stood before Galadriel in a long grey cloak feeling a little like red ridding hood. Being sent off to meet the big bad wolf, the irony of it all struck him hard.

“Don’t frown so Will there is Mithril at the end of your rainbow” Galadriel handed him a fine elvin sword.

To Thranduil she gave a small glass bottle that shone with a pure white light.

“The light of Earendil, Lady I am honoured” Thranduil kissed her hand gently.

Glorfindel received two throwing daggers and was well pleased with them. Now Galadriel stood before her husband for a moment they seemed to communicate without words.

“My husband, my champion, I have nothing for you except a request. Return to me” the strength of her love radiated from her very being.

“Nothing will stop me from returning to your side” Celeborn promise his wife.

Two small boats glided over the water with great ease and comfort. Wil enjoyed the feel and motion of the water beneath him once again. Days went quickly and they saw no sign of wolves, orcs or men.

Each evening they pulled the boats to shore and rested for the night. On one such evening Thranduil woke Will for his turn on watch. His eyes sparkling with interest as Will removed his shirt and began on his leggings.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the view, but why in the world are you stripping?” Thranduil studied the smooth chest with its chains.

“I’m going to explore the wood a little, Rex is better suited for that” Will folded his clothes.

“Shame I thought you were introducing streaking to Middle Earth” Thranduil grinned.

“Next you’ll be wanting pole dancing” Will stretched preparing himself for the change “you picked up the oddest notions from my world.”

Thranduil smirked happily until Will began to change, his body tearing itself apart and rearraging until a wolf stood where the man had once been. Thranduil a look of concern on his face, watched Will disappear into the trees.

“Why do you watch when he changes?” Celeborn wanted to know.

“Love compels me and it’s my duty to protect him even from himself.” Thranduil did not look happy.

“Was his world so different from our own?” Celeborn had always been a curious elf.

“The oceans were beautiful and terrible, yet he held them in the palm of his hand. Water and wind calmed at his voice” Thranduil became lost in thought.

“The land?” Celeborn prompted.

“Will has no great love for the land” the reply was blunt.

“So why is he helping us then?” Celeborn studied Thranduil.

“That you must ask him yourself” Thranduil wrapped his cloak around himself and settled down to rest.

Only Celeborn wasn’t finished speaking, “You sound half in love with his world.”

“The people were fairly despicable, but there creations were wonderful and horrendous” Thranduil’s voice held fascination.

Celeborn decided to risk one more question, “Why does he call the wolf Rex?”

“In one of the languages on his world it means King” Thranduil was half asleep.

“Hes not short on ego is he?” Celeborn got no reply for Thranduil was in complete reverie.

The next morning Will still in wolf shape was sleeping soundly by Thranduil’s side. Celeborn took the chance to study them both, while Glorfindel tidied the campsite.

“Well suited aren’t they?” Glorfindel tossed Celeborn a piece of Lembas.

“Apparently, they do seem to understand each other” he bit into the Lembas.

That day they abandoned the boats and turned away from the forest. They began to make there way over a rocky range that now lay before them. Even for elves it was hard work climbing with no shelter from the sun.

Will was beginning to wish another forest would appear just to ease the monotony. They were travelling fourteen hours out of every twenty four; Will kept up with the elves through pure stubborness.

Thranduil made no comment but kept a close eye on his love. When the marshes came into sight he shivered, bleak misty and damp would have been a charitable discription of them.

“Keep away from the pools of water” Thranduil told Will “there gateways for the dead.”

Glorfindel shook his head at this but didn’t make any comment. The quartet picked its way through the soggy earth finally finding what seemed to be a solid pathway.

The stench of the marsh could induce vomite Will had closed down his senses as much as possible. The three elves looked a little green and turned greener at the mention of food.

Dusk fell and it was to dangerous to go on, at least for Will who needed to rest. So they stopped and made camp for the night. There was no dry wood for a fire; Thranduil used this as an excuse to wrap himself around Will with obvious pleasure.

Celeborn took first watch staring out into the darkness, he was on edge. Thranduil’s evil undead seemed much more a reality now. He and Glorfindel traded watches through the night allowing Will to be fully rested for the next day.

Dawn crawled in leaving a mustard coloured sky in her wake. Mist came up from the ground making there leggings damp and uncomfortable. They forced themselves to eat a few mouthfuls of Lembas and they were on there way again.

Will heard it first turning his head he was in time to see the wolf spring at Celeborn. White hot fury took Will when he saw the elf on his back, hands buried deep in the wolf’s fur holding its fangs away from his throat.

Will’s wolf fought to be free and Will gave himself over to it immediately and without pause for thought. He went for the other wolf jumping on its back and sinking his teeth into its neck. Powerfully he sent it flying through the air, spun around to face it and attacked again.

He tore its throat out without mercy or regret howled and then joined in with the rest of the fighting. Twenty long bloody minutes later it was over, six werewolves lay dead and the rest had retreated.

Glorfindel had been knocked out and missed most of the fight. He still hadn’t come round and a satanic looking Celeborn with blood running down his face was trying to make him more comfortable. Somehow Thranduil had managed to only have the odd blood splash on him but was otherwise healthy and whole.

Will sat shivering mouth bloody, teeth stained red his hands and fingers sticky with gore. Thranduil went to help his mate who seemed to be in shock.

More by luck than design when Celeborn was cleaned up he didn’t have a scratch on him. All the blood was werewolf; he was untainted and thankful for it.

Later that day Will thought it was all well and good that Celeborn had been so lucky. He didn’t think the elf would be philosophical about such a change in his make up. Will was now accustomed to the wolf in his blood; in truth it was easier to accept it than waste energy fighting his fate.

Some aspects of being the wolf he enjoyed, the animal could get away with more than the man. Yes he was in control but his more base emotions had the upper hand with the wolf.

That didn’t mean his conscience didn’t kick in, it did but by the time it did. It was always too late and nothing could be done about it. The wolf was a part of him now and he couldn’t reject it without rejecting himself.