DRIFTWOOD
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Adult +
Chapters:
53
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CHAPTER FIFTY
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 FIFTY
After much conferring Thranduil and Celeborn had decided to head for Minas Tirith. Hoping to find Glorfindel already there safe and sound. Both worried silently about Will, both felt guilty and a sense of abandonment. Even though they believed there had been no other options.
By the time they reached there destination the march to the Black Gate had already begun. The city felt deserted and empty the atmosphere was tense. Queen Helena and Lady Eowyn briefed them on everything that had occurred keeping nothing back. Thranduil sighed on hearing about Legolas but made no comment.
The armies had almost a week’s start on them; it would probably be all over by the time they caught up with them. So instead it was decided they would remain at Minas Tirith and help where they could.
Somewhere on Mount Doom a sensitive snout quivered, the taint in the air was getting stronger the nearer he got too journey’s end. Sulphur and death the most dominate among the many odours.
The heat that radiated from the volcano was stifling and made him pant almost all the time. The pads on his feet were bruised and torn from the uneven surface. Will amused himself by devising plans to make Thranduil’s life hell and plodded on.
His paws began to sink into the lose pebbles and small sharp stones. Every few steps he slipped back a little, Will growled to himself in pure frustration. He took a running leap and ran full pelt, only to slip back at an even more startling speed.
Will buried his nose in his front paws and groaned, he reluctantly went back to a slow plod. The higher he climbed the darker it got, the more searing the heat. The acrid hot air stung his eyes and nasal passages.
Something familiar entered the mix of scents; he became watchful and looked around carefully. Then it was gone again and he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not.
With relief Will saw the large imposing stone doorway come into view. His relief didn’t last long as two orcs accompanied by werewolves stepped in front of it.
Will was all instinct snarling as he ran at them, at the last moment he dove straight between the largest orcs splayed legs. Skidding through the doorway, inside the mountain red hot darkness surrounded him.
Will’s momentum carried him forward uncontrollably and suddenly there was no ground beneath his feet, he was in free fall. Heat and fire rushed towards him at a terrifying speed.
“No! I didn’t promise you a sacrifice” her voice was like ice water and time stood still.
Will hung in the air over melting rock and lava, in the blink of an eye he disappeared. Leaving the chain and ring hanging in the roasting air for few brief seconds. Before dropping gracefully into the fiery fierceness below it.
The whole mountain rumbled as time speeded up again. The ground quaked beneath the feet of orc and werewolf alike. The pathway out of the chamber crumbled and cracked as they fled from the fire, lava and flying rock.
The scream of a terrified orc ripped through the air when he was thrown into the fast flowing lava. The mountain was tearing itself a part; all around them were scarlet streams of fire releasing noxious fumes. As one by one orc and werewolf died in agony.
An unearthly silence fell over the battle taking place in front of the Black Gate. The eye quivered like a flame caught in a draft and exploded with an ear numbing wail. The dark tower fell as if in slow motion. Sauron’s warriors panicked some tried to run others were so shocked they couldn’t move at all.
Until the ground began to fall away and it was move or certainly die. The men and elves of Middle Earth had pulled back quickly, Sauron’s forces were not so lucky caught directly in front of the falling Black gate.
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 FIFTY
After much conferring Thranduil and Celeborn had decided to head for Minas Tirith. Hoping to find Glorfindel already there safe and sound. Both worried silently about Will, both felt guilty and a sense of abandonment. Even though they believed there had been no other options.
By the time they reached there destination the march to the Black Gate had already begun. The city felt deserted and empty the atmosphere was tense. Queen Helena and Lady Eowyn briefed them on everything that had occurred keeping nothing back. Thranduil sighed on hearing about Legolas but made no comment.
The armies had almost a week’s start on them; it would probably be all over by the time they caught up with them. So instead it was decided they would remain at Minas Tirith and help where they could.
Somewhere on Mount Doom a sensitive snout quivered, the taint in the air was getting stronger the nearer he got too journey’s end. Sulphur and death the most dominate among the many odours.
The heat that radiated from the volcano was stifling and made him pant almost all the time. The pads on his feet were bruised and torn from the uneven surface. Will amused himself by devising plans to make Thranduil’s life hell and plodded on.
His paws began to sink into the lose pebbles and small sharp stones. Every few steps he slipped back a little, Will growled to himself in pure frustration. He took a running leap and ran full pelt, only to slip back at an even more startling speed.
Will buried his nose in his front paws and groaned, he reluctantly went back to a slow plod. The higher he climbed the darker it got, the more searing the heat. The acrid hot air stung his eyes and nasal passages.
Something familiar entered the mix of scents; he became watchful and looked around carefully. Then it was gone again and he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not.
With relief Will saw the large imposing stone doorway come into view. His relief didn’t last long as two orcs accompanied by werewolves stepped in front of it.
Will was all instinct snarling as he ran at them, at the last moment he dove straight between the largest orcs splayed legs. Skidding through the doorway, inside the mountain red hot darkness surrounded him.
Will’s momentum carried him forward uncontrollably and suddenly there was no ground beneath his feet, he was in free fall. Heat and fire rushed towards him at a terrifying speed.
“No! I didn’t promise you a sacrifice” her voice was like ice water and time stood still.
Will hung in the air over melting rock and lava, in the blink of an eye he disappeared. Leaving the chain and ring hanging in the roasting air for few brief seconds. Before dropping gracefully into the fiery fierceness below it.
The whole mountain rumbled as time speeded up again. The ground quaked beneath the feet of orc and werewolf alike. The pathway out of the chamber crumbled and cracked as they fled from the fire, lava and flying rock.
The scream of a terrified orc ripped through the air when he was thrown into the fast flowing lava. The mountain was tearing itself a part; all around them were scarlet streams of fire releasing noxious fumes. As one by one orc and werewolf died in agony.
An unearthly silence fell over the battle taking place in front of the Black Gate. The eye quivered like a flame caught in a draft and exploded with an ear numbing wail. The dark tower fell as if in slow motion. Sauron’s warriors panicked some tried to run others were so shocked they couldn’t move at all.
Until the ground began to fall away and it was move or certainly die. The men and elves of Middle Earth had pulled back quickly, Sauron’s forces were not so lucky caught directly in front of the falling Black gate.