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 SEVEN

Will woke just as the door to his chamber was opened; he sat bolt upright and the sheets pooled around his hips. The she elf muffled a giggle and blushed at the sight of his chest. Never the less she walked in and placed the jug of steaming hot water on the wash stand giggled again and left the room.

With a marked reluctance Will left the bed and got ready to face the world. Thirty minutes later he was out of the room and wandering along the corridor. He followed the wonderful aroma of bacon, eggs and fried bread. Until he stood in the doorway of a large but comfortable dining room.

“Come in Captain Turner take a seat” Thranduil invited then turned to a serving maid, “fix him a plate Tyce.”

Will did as he was asked and smiled his thanks to Tyce when she placed a full plate in front of him.

“I hear you gave Glenia a thrill this morning” seeing the look of puzzlement Thranduil elaborated, “You sleep in the nude.”

“When I can” Will replied coolly.

Lassemista sensing trouble ahead asked, “Mr Turner what is your world like?”

“It changes yet is ever the same, please call me Will.” He requested.

Will glanced at the other people around the table apart from Thranduil and Lassemista the only other person he recognised was Erusen.

“When can you be ready to leave?” The question was addressed to Thranduil.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Thranduil took a sip of wine.

“Yes your ship is missing from what I’ve heard” Erusen jumped in, “Maybe you are meant to be here now.”

“I doubt that there is work to be done and the dead do not wait” Will popped a piece of succulent bacon into his mouth.

His comment had shocked some at the table; to talk so openly about rumours that had only been whispered so far unsettled them. Only Thranduil and Lassemista took what he had said in there stride.

“Where will you start looking for your ship?” Lassemista questioned.

“I’m hoping Thranduil will have some ideas on that subject” Will ignored the obvious reactions caused by his casual use of the king’s name.

Thranduil snorted, “I know little of seafaring ways but common sense would say follow Mirkwood’s river to the sea and then search along the coast.”

Will grinned, “That is what we will do then.”

He was beginning to like this King of the Elves he was beautiful and straight forward to the point of being blunt. Now if only he could get back to his ship he missed the movement of the sea beneath his feet and the salt breeze in his hair.

When Will finished his breakfast he excused himself from the table and left the elves to themselves so they could gossip about him without guilt.

Thranduil was savouring one last glass of wine his mind wandering as it would. His heartache was still constant but now there was hope as well. He was looking forward to a new challenge and he found Will Turner interesting.

A man who shouted at God’s and was so unaware of the beauty he possessed. He had deep chocolate brown eyes and when he smiled he rivalled the sun.

Will looked so much like Legolas and yet not. Thranduil pushed away a pang of guilt at the thought. Ever truthful to himself Thranduil knew he wanted this strange beautiful man and felt shame that while he grieved his body still demanded satisfaction.

Outside Will explored the forest and came to rest in a small clearing, “Calypso?” He tried again, “I know you can hear me, where the hell is my ship?”

“Do you talk to yourself often?” A female voice that was not Calypso’s asked him.

“It is the only way to get a sensible answer” Will replied dryly.

She dropped from a nearby tree, “You are a stranger here?”

“Yes in more ways than one” Will smiled, “”And you are?”

“Of no importance” she teased.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that” another female elf appeared by her side.

“I am Arwen and this is Aze” the new arrival told him.

“Will you take us for a ride on your ship when you find it?” The other asked.

“No!” Will automatically snapped shocking both of the women.

Aze looked the man over carefully before asking, “Who are you and what are you doing here at such a painful time?”

“I arrived with the wizard Gandalf my name is William Turner and I will just be passing through this land.” He did not have long to wait for a reaction.

Aze turned to Arwen, “He came just like you said, there is hope Ada might yet be saved.”

“You’re not more of Thranduil’s family?” That was all Will needed at this moment in time.

“Daughter and daughter in law” Aze informed him.

“I thought elves were slow to breed?” Will stated.

“We are strong and excellent breeders” Aze told him proudly.

Will shook his head, “Are there any more of you?”

“I have a brother called Legolas, a nephew called Elemire and a great niece called Nenar. But surely this is all common knowledge?” Aze looked at him questioningly.

“I have spent most of my life at sea and my time on land with mortals.” It wasn’t a lie just not the whole truth.

“We will leave you to enjoy your walk Mr Turner, no doubt we will see later.” Arwen smiled.

Will watched as they walked off hand in hand.