DRIFTWOOD
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
53
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4,575
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3
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CHAPTER NINE
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 NINE
Almost everyone had arrived for Thranduil’s private supper; they were only waiting for Will and Gandalf. Aze sat silently at the table Arwen by her side who kept giving her concerned looks.
Legolas and Elrond were talking quietly about there next planned visit to Lothlorien. The only other elf there apart from the King was his old friend and advisor Lassemista.
At last Gandalf and Will arrived neither looked to happy as they took there seats at the table. Silence dropped like a curtain as there meal was served, Thranduil sick of the lack of conversation decided to start the ball rolling.
He addressed his comment to Will, “So what position do you plan for me on your ship cabin boy?”
Will grinned, “If that is the post you desire I would not deny you it, Jason could use some help in his duties.”
“Who is Jason?” Thranduil inquired.
“He was a seven year old who fell from a ship during a storm. He refuses to leave the Dutchman though what sins a boy of that age is frightened to face is hard to imagine.” Will tasted the soup in front of him cautiously.
Aze bit the inside of her lip in thought then in a firm voice asked him, “Are you evil?”
“No, I am a lot of things but not that” he looked at her tear stained face but could not find any words of comfort to give her.
The second course was brought in and no one spoke until they were alone again. It was Elrond who asked “Have you any idea where your ship is Mr Turner?”
“Heaven only knows” he rolled his eyes, “and it’s Will.”
Elrond smiled raised an eyebrow, “Heaven?”
“The place most of my guests think I’m taking them to, others think it is myth.” Will cut into the pie on his plate.
“Are you a myth?” Thranduil smiled at Will.
“Only until they meet me face to face” the captain returned the smile.
“Calypso she is your God?” There was something about Will that intrigued Thranduil.
“Calypso is a law unto herself like the seas she rules” Will took a sip of wine.
“Who is Jack?” the atmosphere changed suddenly Thranduil thought perhaps this was one question to far.
“Who is Jack, what is his mystery?” Murmured Will and as if snapping out of a trance went on, “I must start my search for the Dutchman.”
“Not yet” Thranduil said firmly, “I need to find the ones who took Aranel from me.”
Will sighed, “When our mistress calls we must depart but until then and while we search. That is all the time you will have for revenge and it may not be that long.”
“I am told you are a fine blacksmith with an artists touch for swords.” Elrond took up the conversation burden as the silence stretched.
For the rest of the evening discussion was kept to light topics. As everyone at the table chose to ignore what had past between Thranduil and Will.
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 NINE
Almost everyone had arrived for Thranduil’s private supper; they were only waiting for Will and Gandalf. Aze sat silently at the table Arwen by her side who kept giving her concerned looks.
Legolas and Elrond were talking quietly about there next planned visit to Lothlorien. The only other elf there apart from the King was his old friend and advisor Lassemista.
At last Gandalf and Will arrived neither looked to happy as they took there seats at the table. Silence dropped like a curtain as there meal was served, Thranduil sick of the lack of conversation decided to start the ball rolling.
He addressed his comment to Will, “So what position do you plan for me on your ship cabin boy?”
Will grinned, “If that is the post you desire I would not deny you it, Jason could use some help in his duties.”
“Who is Jason?” Thranduil inquired.
“He was a seven year old who fell from a ship during a storm. He refuses to leave the Dutchman though what sins a boy of that age is frightened to face is hard to imagine.” Will tasted the soup in front of him cautiously.
Aze bit the inside of her lip in thought then in a firm voice asked him, “Are you evil?”
“No, I am a lot of things but not that” he looked at her tear stained face but could not find any words of comfort to give her.
The second course was brought in and no one spoke until they were alone again. It was Elrond who asked “Have you any idea where your ship is Mr Turner?”
“Heaven only knows” he rolled his eyes, “and it’s Will.”
Elrond smiled raised an eyebrow, “Heaven?”
“The place most of my guests think I’m taking them to, others think it is myth.” Will cut into the pie on his plate.
“Are you a myth?” Thranduil smiled at Will.
“Only until they meet me face to face” the captain returned the smile.
“Calypso she is your God?” There was something about Will that intrigued Thranduil.
“Calypso is a law unto herself like the seas she rules” Will took a sip of wine.
“Who is Jack?” the atmosphere changed suddenly Thranduil thought perhaps this was one question to far.
“Who is Jack, what is his mystery?” Murmured Will and as if snapping out of a trance went on, “I must start my search for the Dutchman.”
“Not yet” Thranduil said firmly, “I need to find the ones who took Aranel from me.”
Will sighed, “When our mistress calls we must depart but until then and while we search. That is all the time you will have for revenge and it may not be that long.”
“I am told you are a fine blacksmith with an artists touch for swords.” Elrond took up the conversation burden as the silence stretched.
For the rest of the evening discussion was kept to light topics. As everyone at the table chose to ignore what had past between Thranduil and Will.