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Adult +
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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
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 ONE
He was found lying naked in one of the courtyards of Minas Tirith; his dirty battered body was carried to the healing rooms. When cleaned and examined he had remarkably little wrong with him.
Mainly bruising, though there was red raw scarring on his chest where it seemed a chain and ring had come into contact with his skin. It was noted by the healer that his body had major old scarring on both his chest and back as well.
Celeborn entered the small tidy room and stopped dead, “Will” he gasped.
Before conscious thought he was across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed where Will lay. Celeborn tenderly nursed one bruised hand in both of his own.
“Fetch Thranduil” he barked at the healer.
Celeborn was still holding Will’s hand when Thranduil arrived. There eyes met and something passed between them.
Reluctantly Celeborn let Thranduil take his place on the bed. Naked relief had them both staring at Will’s form without blinking.
“How?” Thranduil asked hoarsely.
“He was found in a courtyard” supplied Celeborn.
Harsh pain hit Thranduil as his memory flashed back to how Aranel had been found likewise. In a flurry of movement he lifted Will from the bed blankets and all.
“What do you think your doing?” Spluttered Celeborn.
“Taking him to my bed chamber, now help or get out of my way” Thranduil growled.
Celeborn helped, the healer only discovered Will was gone when he went to check on his patient hours later.
The day after Will’s mysterious appearance, Elrond arrived at Minas Tirith. He had made the journey on his own and looked thoroughly disgruntled by the state of things.
He was more than surprised when Thranduil welcomed him with open arms and proceeded to drag him to his bed chamber.
“Will is refusing to wake up though there appears to be little wrong with him” Thranduil informed the out of breath lord.
“The ring?” Elrond asked gravely.
“He doesn’t have it, we think he must have completed his task, after all we are all still here” Celeborn contributed as he joined them.
“Out both of you” declared Elrond “I will examine him and speak to you later.”
Elrond closed the door on the two unhappy elves and returned to Will’s side. He picked his wrist up automatically looking for a pulse. Only to shake his head and replace it on the bed, no heart, no pulse.
He then pulled the bed clothes down and began the examination again. When he was finished all Elrond had found were bruises which were mainly to the hands and feet. He pondered over the fresh scarring, even elves didn’t heal that fast.
Though tired from his journey and tending Will, Elrond went to find Thranduil. He would pass on what little he had found and ask about Legolas.
A constant watched was kept on Will but he never moved or seemed to wake. There was no eye movement to even indicate he was dreaming.
During one of Elrond’s visits Thranduil asked impatiently “When will he wake?”
The air became salty in an instant and before Elrond could reply another voice filled the room.
“He doesn’t sleep he is healing” Calypso replied making the two elves jump.
“Elrond claims he is healthy and whole” Thranduil bit out.
“You thought your grief would kill you; imagine his weight of sorrow, regret and guilt. Only with my help has he come so far.” Calypso was plainly unimpressed by Thranduil’s reaction.
“So when will he come to?” Thranduil demanded.
“How long is a piece of string?” Her tone had a shrugging quality.
“Will is right you are infuriating” Thranduil complained.
“And yet I love you both” countered Calypso.
Thranduil ignored that “Can I help him?”
“William, will always hear you so speak to him and be ready to comfort him should he need it. There is a cliché for this situation its called survivor guilt.” The saltiness left the air and Calypso was gone as if she had never been there.
“It is the mind and emotions that are healing then” Elrond commented quietly.
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 ONE
He was found lying naked in one of the courtyards of Minas Tirith; his dirty battered body was carried to the healing rooms. When cleaned and examined he had remarkably little wrong with him.
Mainly bruising, though there was red raw scarring on his chest where it seemed a chain and ring had come into contact with his skin. It was noted by the healer that his body had major old scarring on both his chest and back as well.
Celeborn entered the small tidy room and stopped dead, “Will” he gasped.
Before conscious thought he was across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed where Will lay. Celeborn tenderly nursed one bruised hand in both of his own.
“Fetch Thranduil” he barked at the healer.
Celeborn was still holding Will’s hand when Thranduil arrived. There eyes met and something passed between them.
Reluctantly Celeborn let Thranduil take his place on the bed. Naked relief had them both staring at Will’s form without blinking.
“How?” Thranduil asked hoarsely.
“He was found in a courtyard” supplied Celeborn.
Harsh pain hit Thranduil as his memory flashed back to how Aranel had been found likewise. In a flurry of movement he lifted Will from the bed blankets and all.
“What do you think your doing?” Spluttered Celeborn.
“Taking him to my bed chamber, now help or get out of my way” Thranduil growled.
Celeborn helped, the healer only discovered Will was gone when he went to check on his patient hours later.
The day after Will’s mysterious appearance, Elrond arrived at Minas Tirith. He had made the journey on his own and looked thoroughly disgruntled by the state of things.
He was more than surprised when Thranduil welcomed him with open arms and proceeded to drag him to his bed chamber.
“Will is refusing to wake up though there appears to be little wrong with him” Thranduil informed the out of breath lord.
“The ring?” Elrond asked gravely.
“He doesn’t have it, we think he must have completed his task, after all we are all still here” Celeborn contributed as he joined them.
“Out both of you” declared Elrond “I will examine him and speak to you later.”
Elrond closed the door on the two unhappy elves and returned to Will’s side. He picked his wrist up automatically looking for a pulse. Only to shake his head and replace it on the bed, no heart, no pulse.
He then pulled the bed clothes down and began the examination again. When he was finished all Elrond had found were bruises which were mainly to the hands and feet. He pondered over the fresh scarring, even elves didn’t heal that fast.
Though tired from his journey and tending Will, Elrond went to find Thranduil. He would pass on what little he had found and ask about Legolas.
A constant watched was kept on Will but he never moved or seemed to wake. There was no eye movement to even indicate he was dreaming.
During one of Elrond’s visits Thranduil asked impatiently “When will he wake?”
The air became salty in an instant and before Elrond could reply another voice filled the room.
“He doesn’t sleep he is healing” Calypso replied making the two elves jump.
“Elrond claims he is healthy and whole” Thranduil bit out.
“You thought your grief would kill you; imagine his weight of sorrow, regret and guilt. Only with my help has he come so far.” Calypso was plainly unimpressed by Thranduil’s reaction.
“So when will he come to?” Thranduil demanded.
“How long is a piece of string?” Her tone had a shrugging quality.
“Will is right you are infuriating” Thranduil complained.
“And yet I love you both” countered Calypso.
Thranduil ignored that “Can I help him?”
“William, will always hear you so speak to him and be ready to comfort him should he need it. There is a cliché for this situation its called survivor guilt.” The saltiness left the air and Calypso was gone as if she had never been there.
“It is the mind and emotions that are healing then” Elrond commented quietly.