DRIFTWOOD
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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 EIGHT
“I thought I asked you to stay at the palace and rule in my absence.” Thranduil lightly scolded his daughter.
“Is it true?” Aze demanded tearfully.
“Is what true?” Thranduil replied carefully.
“What Legolas has told me, have you been bewitched and sold into servitude?” Anger now joined her many emotions.
“I’m sure Legolas didn’t phrase it like that” Thranduil soothed.
“It what his words meant all the same” his clearly upset daughter replied.
“I made a deal with a man and his God; you my daughter are older enough to look after Mirkwood. I need a new life and distraction Middle Earth is no longer home not without Aranel. One day I hope you will understand.” Thranduil reached out to hold his daughter but she stepped back from him tears running freely down her face.
“I don’t understand, I don’t!” She turned from him and ran from the room.
It was only then he noticed Legolas who been standing quietly in the doorway. He now walked into the room closing the door behind him.
“I suppose you don’t understand either” Thranduil said sadly.
“No, not really” Legolas admitted, “But I would rather have you alive in another world than dead in this one.”
“Thankyou for that at least, wherever I maybe never think I don’t love you or sister. Only it is time to move on, I just didn’t expect it to be this way.” Thranduil shrugged his shoulders, “That is if we ever find his ship.”
Against his will Legolas smiled, “When do I meet this captain Turner?”
“You’ve already seen him; he was the one who dashed past you and Elrond yesterday.” A sardonic smile came to the King’ lips, “He is less than happy with the situation.”
“As are we all with maybe the exception of you father” Legolas said.
“As to meeting him tonight there will be a private supper for close family and friends in my chambers. He and Gandalf will be there and you may examine him to your hearts content. But I warn you he is like a clam and only reveals what he wishes nothing more nothing less.” The King’s voice was dry.
“Curious, well until tonight father”, Legolas left the chamber and headed outside.
The sound of metal striking against metal drew him to the stable block and workshop. Legolas stood in the doorway and said quietly as if not wishing to startle a wild animal, “Thankyou.”
Will looked up at the skinny elf, “Legolas?” Only waiting for him to nod confirmation, “Your father may yet regret his decision, so I would save your thanks for now.”
“Did you regret yours?” Legolas could not help asking.
“I did not make the decision it was made for me” was Will’s tart reply.
“Gandalf told me you have no heart” Legolas was not put off by Will’s manner at all.
“I have a heart just not in my chest” Will pulled his shirt open to reveal a large but neat scar.
“May I?” Legolas asked.
Will gave his consent, Legolas placed his palm over the scar and pressed gently, “I don’t understand” there was awe in his voice.
“What is there to understand the Dutchman always has his heart removed, Calypso demands it.” Will was unperturbed.
“But you’re alive” stated Legolas.
“That’s debatable I exist is a better description.” Will was close to enjoying himself.
“My father?” Legolas demanded.
“Gets to keep his heart unless by unlucky chance he becomes the next captain of the Dutchman” Will studied the face so like his own.
“You can die then?” Legolas was back to curious again.
“Yes as can elves, all you need is the right circumstances” Will shivered at the thought.
Legolas hastly removed his hand from the hairless chest where he realized it had been resting for sometime. Will grinned at his blush.
“What are you making?” Legolas changed the subject.
“A Will Turner original, I used to specialize in swords” the reply was wistful.
Will picked up the hammer he had been using and began to work again. Legolas leant against the door frame and watched him as he shaped the metal with total dedication.
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 EIGHT
“I thought I asked you to stay at the palace and rule in my absence.” Thranduil lightly scolded his daughter.
“Is it true?” Aze demanded tearfully.
“Is what true?” Thranduil replied carefully.
“What Legolas has told me, have you been bewitched and sold into servitude?” Anger now joined her many emotions.
“I’m sure Legolas didn’t phrase it like that” Thranduil soothed.
“It what his words meant all the same” his clearly upset daughter replied.
“I made a deal with a man and his God; you my daughter are older enough to look after Mirkwood. I need a new life and distraction Middle Earth is no longer home not without Aranel. One day I hope you will understand.” Thranduil reached out to hold his daughter but she stepped back from him tears running freely down her face.
“I don’t understand, I don’t!” She turned from him and ran from the room.
It was only then he noticed Legolas who been standing quietly in the doorway. He now walked into the room closing the door behind him.
“I suppose you don’t understand either” Thranduil said sadly.
“No, not really” Legolas admitted, “But I would rather have you alive in another world than dead in this one.”
“Thankyou for that at least, wherever I maybe never think I don’t love you or sister. Only it is time to move on, I just didn’t expect it to be this way.” Thranduil shrugged his shoulders, “That is if we ever find his ship.”
Against his will Legolas smiled, “When do I meet this captain Turner?”
“You’ve already seen him; he was the one who dashed past you and Elrond yesterday.” A sardonic smile came to the King’ lips, “He is less than happy with the situation.”
“As are we all with maybe the exception of you father” Legolas said.
“As to meeting him tonight there will be a private supper for close family and friends in my chambers. He and Gandalf will be there and you may examine him to your hearts content. But I warn you he is like a clam and only reveals what he wishes nothing more nothing less.” The King’s voice was dry.
“Curious, well until tonight father”, Legolas left the chamber and headed outside.
The sound of metal striking against metal drew him to the stable block and workshop. Legolas stood in the doorway and said quietly as if not wishing to startle a wild animal, “Thankyou.”
Will looked up at the skinny elf, “Legolas?” Only waiting for him to nod confirmation, “Your father may yet regret his decision, so I would save your thanks for now.”
“Did you regret yours?” Legolas could not help asking.
“I did not make the decision it was made for me” was Will’s tart reply.
“Gandalf told me you have no heart” Legolas was not put off by Will’s manner at all.
“I have a heart just not in my chest” Will pulled his shirt open to reveal a large but neat scar.
“May I?” Legolas asked.
Will gave his consent, Legolas placed his palm over the scar and pressed gently, “I don’t understand” there was awe in his voice.
“What is there to understand the Dutchman always has his heart removed, Calypso demands it.” Will was unperturbed.
“But you’re alive” stated Legolas.
“That’s debatable I exist is a better description.” Will was close to enjoying himself.
“My father?” Legolas demanded.
“Gets to keep his heart unless by unlucky chance he becomes the next captain of the Dutchman” Will studied the face so like his own.
“You can die then?” Legolas was back to curious again.
“Yes as can elves, all you need is the right circumstances” Will shivered at the thought.
Legolas hastly removed his hand from the hairless chest where he realized it had been resting for sometime. Will grinned at his blush.
“What are you making?” Legolas changed the subject.
“A Will Turner original, I used to specialize in swords” the reply was wistful.
Will picked up the hammer he had been using and began to work again. Legolas leant against the door frame and watched him as he shaped the metal with total dedication.