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 FOUR

“You call that a stairway?” Will looked at the roughly hewed rock face.

“Don’t whinge” Thranduil advised him.

“I haven’t even begun to whinge” muttered Will.

Celeborn took the lead Will followed him with Thranduil guarding there rear. The stone was slippery and wet so the going was slow. As night fell they found a ledge to rest on and ate some Lembas.

“So this spiders got a reputation has she?” Will asked.

“Shelob is feared through out the land” Celeborn informed him.

“Do you suppose if she were to suck me dry, she’d become a were spider?” Pondered Will.

“Let’s not find out” Celeborn responded with a shudder.

“It was just a thought” Will smothered a grin.

It started to rain and all talk stopped as they huddled together in an effort to stay dry. It was a miserable night all told and the next morning they were grateful to be on the move again. As they climbed higher the sky took on a dark aspect and menace hung in the air. Finally the stairs give way to a rocky mountain range and they came to a cave.

Will peered into the less than fragrant cave mouth wondering which of his companions would suggest going in first. He weighed up the pros and cons; they had the light of Earendil, big probably hairy spider. They had an aerosol, big hairy spider; they were three to one big hairy spider.

“Your not thinking of going in there are you?” Thranduil asked breaking into Will’s thoughts.

“No, what made you think that?” Will responded innocently.

“Just the calculating look in your eye” Thranduil’s tone was just as innocent.

“It is an option though” Celeborn couldn’t help adding and two pairs of eyes glared at him.

“Lead the way” offered Will sardonically.

“I was only saying” Celeborn replied defensively.

Any further argument was stopped when gruff gravely thick voices were heard and all three of them dived for the caves entrance.

“His vulture sqawkes and we jump” complained one orc.

“Stop belly aching and move on” the other grunted.

“Hold your water while I spray mine” the first orc walked up to the mouth of the cave while fiddling with the front of his breeches.

Revealing his rather small organ he released an arc of stinking water into the darkness. Unaware of the activity in the cave as both Will and Celeborn grabbed Thranduil. Will slapped his hand over his mate’s mouth. They hung on to the agitated elf as the water hit his boots and leggings.

Finished the orc shook himself dry and moved away tucking himself back in once more. Tense moments past as the two orcs lumbered away still grumbling.

Once free Thranduil swore colourfully, leaving the cave both Will and Celeborn exchanged amused glances. Thranduil scowled at his wet boots muttering death and destruction to all orc’s in general. Will fought the urge but never the less broke out into a fit of giggles. That were a mixture of true humour and relief.

“So you think that’s funny, should I piss over you?” Thranduil grumbled.

“I’m not into golden showers but the wolf will mark you if you like” Will offered with a cheeky grin.

“That’s a poetic way of putting it and no thanks you’ve already marked me in better ways” Thranduil’s humour was improving.

A scuttering sound came from above there heads, packs were dropped as all reached for there weapons. She was a truly awful sight to see clinging to the sheer rock face. Her many eyes darkly gleaming and long black silky hair covering most of her body.

Movement’s jerky and fast she came at them snapping her pincer like jaws noisily. The three scattered and battle began in earnest. Flaying limbs and Thranduil was sent spinning backwards into the rock face his sword clattering to the ground.

Will and Celeborn tried to draw the spider away from him with little success. Thranduil tore at his tunic and pulled out the light of Earendil. Holding it high before him the spider screamed, reared up and backed away.

Will and Celeborn slashed at her as she retreated only to have her turn on them screeching angrily. Retreiving his sword Thranduil rejoined the fight.

“Keep it occupied” Will yelled heading for the abandoned packs.

Digging through his own he grabbed the aerosol and shook it vigorously while heading back towards the fight. He ripped its lid off and sprayed Shelob directly in the eyes, the white mist engulfed her whole head. She staggered and then roared, charged at Will who side stepped her in a quick easy movement.

He sprayed her again this time along her side a cry of pure agony came from her throat. Everywhere the white mist touched her began to melt like the most horrific wax ever seen in Middle Earth. Yet again Will sprayed her directing the mist at her legs and she came crashing to the ground crying out almost pitifully.

She writhed on the ground her flesh turning to sludge before there eyes. Will was about to spray her again when Thranduil stopped him.

Instead Thranduil took his sword and thrust it through what was left of her eyes. He didn’t stop until he pierced her brain and killed her out right.

“Such kindness we can afford” Thranduil withdrew his sword.