DRIFTWOOD
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
53
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4,843
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3
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CHAPTER FORTY TWO
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 FORTY TWO
“At this rate you’ll be running out of clothes” Glorfindel told Will.
Will silently agreed but said “How do you feel about a trip to Minas Tirith?”
“Aragorn is a fine fellow but why would I want to go?” Glorfindel asked curiously.
A tattered blood stained tunic was chucked his way which Glorfindel caught easily.
“To lay a false trail, if you think your up to it” Will’s lips twitched.
Looking vastly insulted Glorfindel snapped, “I can do anything I put my mind to.”
“That’s settled then” Will said affably.
“I doubt Gondor will be happy to have werewolves dumped on them” Celeborn chipped in.
“They have more resources to deal with them than we do” argued Will.
“Even if it only splits the pack it’ll be a help” Thranduil pointed out “and if they eat Glory, well it’s all in a good cause.”
Glorfindel glared at Thranduil making him grin wildly “In fact you could say its death or glory.”
After Glorfindel left them the remaining three trudged on through the mist, damp and stink. Thranduil leading the way, making sure they skirted around all water.
He wanted them off these marshes as quick as possible. They had been lucky so far with the spirits trapped in there watery prisons.
When they stumbled off the marshes a black crow like bird circled over there heads. Its cries low and mournful in tone. Thranduil took aim and it shrieked darting away from the arrow, flying far from there sight.
“It wouldn’t have made good eating” commented Will.
“The eyes and ears of Sauron seldom do, we must pickup the pace” Thranduil groused then looked at Celeborn “the stairway of Minas Morgul?”
“It’s the only way” Celeborn confirmed.
“So be it” Thranduil didn’t put up a fight.
Will looked inquisitively at the two elves, “What are you not saying?”
“A great terror lives in the tunnels of Minas Morgul” Celeborn explained.
“It’s a spider” Thranduil said plainly.
“A spider?” Repeated Will in disbelief.
“A blood sucker, bigger than man” Thranduil replied.
“Why me?” Will asked not for the first time.
A familiar voice answered him, “Whatever happens to you my William you still retain your innocence.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question” responded Will lightly.
“You’re a wild young creature and so very stubborn” Calypso scolded “you expect and ask for nothing. Your question is not a question and therefore has no answer.”
“That is truly unhelpful” Will told his god.
“I aim to please” Calypso replied dryly.
Will snorted rudely “When?”
“You wound me brat, yet still I have a gift for you. Use it wisely, use it well” Calypso was gone and on the ground lay an object neither of the elves had seen before.
Will gaped at it, “An aerosol, a spray can of insecticide, she has to be joking.”
But he still picked it up and put it in his pack.
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 FORTY TWO
“At this rate you’ll be running out of clothes” Glorfindel told Will.
Will silently agreed but said “How do you feel about a trip to Minas Tirith?”
“Aragorn is a fine fellow but why would I want to go?” Glorfindel asked curiously.
A tattered blood stained tunic was chucked his way which Glorfindel caught easily.
“To lay a false trail, if you think your up to it” Will’s lips twitched.
Looking vastly insulted Glorfindel snapped, “I can do anything I put my mind to.”
“That’s settled then” Will said affably.
“I doubt Gondor will be happy to have werewolves dumped on them” Celeborn chipped in.
“They have more resources to deal with them than we do” argued Will.
“Even if it only splits the pack it’ll be a help” Thranduil pointed out “and if they eat Glory, well it’s all in a good cause.”
Glorfindel glared at Thranduil making him grin wildly “In fact you could say its death or glory.”
After Glorfindel left them the remaining three trudged on through the mist, damp and stink. Thranduil leading the way, making sure they skirted around all water.
He wanted them off these marshes as quick as possible. They had been lucky so far with the spirits trapped in there watery prisons.
When they stumbled off the marshes a black crow like bird circled over there heads. Its cries low and mournful in tone. Thranduil took aim and it shrieked darting away from the arrow, flying far from there sight.
“It wouldn’t have made good eating” commented Will.
“The eyes and ears of Sauron seldom do, we must pickup the pace” Thranduil groused then looked at Celeborn “the stairway of Minas Morgul?”
“It’s the only way” Celeborn confirmed.
“So be it” Thranduil didn’t put up a fight.
Will looked inquisitively at the two elves, “What are you not saying?”
“A great terror lives in the tunnels of Minas Morgul” Celeborn explained.
“It’s a spider” Thranduil said plainly.
“A spider?” Repeated Will in disbelief.
“A blood sucker, bigger than man” Thranduil replied.
“Why me?” Will asked not for the first time.
A familiar voice answered him, “Whatever happens to you my William you still retain your innocence.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question” responded Will lightly.
“You’re a wild young creature and so very stubborn” Calypso scolded “you expect and ask for nothing. Your question is not a question and therefore has no answer.”
“That is truly unhelpful” Will told his god.
“I aim to please” Calypso replied dryly.
Will snorted rudely “When?”
“You wound me brat, yet still I have a gift for you. Use it wisely, use it well” Calypso was gone and on the ground lay an object neither of the elves had seen before.
Will gaped at it, “An aerosol, a spray can of insecticide, she has to be joking.”
But he still picked it up and put it in his pack.