My Warriors, My Beloveds
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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25,789
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
Good-Byes
Chapter 10: Good-Byes
Northern Mirkwood: 30th of March, 2969
Late Morning
“Mmm,” Harry moaned, fighting his way to consciousness.
“Shh,” a musical voice soothed. “Relax. You are safe.”
“Th-Thorongil?” Harry questioned. “Is he..?”
“He is fine,” came the response. “Do you wish for me to send for him?”
Harry managed to open his eyes, despite his heavy lids.
“L-Legolas?” he asked, shocked that the prince was by his bedside.
“Do you wish for me to send for Thorongil?” the blonde asked again.
Harry nodded slightly, wincing when a pain shot through his head.
“Are you all right?” Legolas asked, concerned.
“F-fine,” Harry replied, shocked as the blonde gently pushed back his hair from his face.
There was so much love in those grey eyes…
But then why would Legolas do what he did? It did not make any sense…
Legolas gave him a gentle smile and then turned to talk to the Elf guarding the door. They exchanged a soft conversation, too low for even Harry’s Elven ears to pick up. The guard nodded, exiting the healing chambers.
“Thorongil will be here soon,” Legolas told his love.
Harry looked at him with searching green eyes.
“Why…why did you break your promise?” he questioned, staring at a spot over Legolas’s shoulder.
“Because I am the greatest fool to ever exist,” Legolas swore, falling to his knees beside Harry’s bed and gently holding up one delicate hand. “I was afraid you would stay. Afraid that you would not. I was afraid of my feelings – of just how much you could make me love. I was a fool. And I know that after everything that has happened, I have no right to bed for forgiveness…but I shall do it anyway. I love you, and I am sorry, and I shall never, ever look upon another in the way I look upon you, even should you cast me aside as I so deserve.”
Stunned green eyes met earnest grey, and Harry opened his mouth to respond.
But the door to the healing chambers opened, and a pale Thorongil walked in.
“Harry,” he greeted, taking in the sight of Legolas on his knees, desperately clutching one pale hand. “I am glad you are all right.”
Harry glanced between Legolas and Thorongil nervously.
“Legolas?” he asked softly. “Do you think I can speak to Thorongil alone for a while?”
Legolas closed his eyes, pain shooting through his heart. It was nothing less than he deserved, after all Harry had gone through because of his betrayal…
The prince nodded, gracefully rising to his feet and passing Thorongil on the way to the exit.
“Legolas?” Harry called from behind him. “I should like to continue our discussion later. I…we still have much to talk about.”
Hope filled his chest, and the blonde nodded his assent. Whatever Harry wanted to say, he was willing to listen…he just had to wait a bit.
After Legolas left the healing chambers, Harry struggled to get into a sitting position.
Thorongil walked to the bed to assist him, fixing the pillows to help support Harry’s back.
“You are not quite so pale,” Thorongil murmured. “I am so glad that you are all right.”
“I thought you were dead,” Harry admitted. “I thought…He said you were dead.”
“I was poisoned, but I fell in battle, but I shall be fully recovered in a few days,” the Man responded. “I am sorry that I let you get captured.”
“It is not your fault,” Harry answered. “We were all tired and weak from the journey and lack of sleep. The Witch-king wanted me, and he watched our group closely. I had no chance from the moment I left the borders of Mirkwood.”
“Harry…” Thorongil said softly. “When I saw that Nazgul with his blade at your neck…”
“I am sorry for worrying you,” the Elf replied.
“Are you…are you going to be all right?” the Man questioned. “I…your skin, your eyes…you were Fading…are you still?”
“I will be fine with time,” Harry answered. “I…I wanted to say thank you, for everything. You are the first real friend I have ever had. But…”
Thorongil stood completely still as Harry struggled to find words.
“But I cannot be the person that you want. I…I am so young, still. I do not want to give up my immortality only to find that I regret it a few years down the line. And…and either of us could die in battle any day. I do not wish to be left alone,” Harry admitted.
“Are you giving in to Prince Legolas?” Thorongil stated calmly, though inside he was raging. “After everything he has done?”
“That is between Legolas and myself,” Harry answered. “Please do not be angry with me, but I must speak with him before I make any further decisions.”
“What…what do you mean?” the Man asked. “Any further decisions? You have decided against me, and you wish to stay an Elf.”
“Deciding against you does not mean that I have decided for Legolas,” the Elf responded. “I just…I want to see what immortality has to offer. I want to see what my Elvish side has to offer. I have lived among mortals most of my life and traveled with Gandalf for the past two years. I just…I want to settle down and find my Elvish family and find who I really am.”
Thorongil nodded sadly.
“This…this is the best decision for you? What you truly want?” the Man asked softly.
“I do not know what I truly want. I need time,” Harry answered. “Time just to explore who I am. That is what is best for me at this stage. You…you need to return to Gondor and Rohan. The Men look to you as a leader, and darker times are approaching. I do not wish to live my life like that, constantly fighting and praying that neither of us fall in battle.”
“I would give it up for you,” Thorongil swore.
“But you should not have to,” the Elf replied. “You would give up your position, a position in which you can do great good and which you are greatly suited for. And I would give up my immortality, my chance to live out forever with my Elvish family, should I find them. I feel we would both be unhappy, in the end.”
Thorongil swallowed thickly.
“It is your choice,” he stated blankly. “Do what is best for you.”
“I am sorry,” Harry said sadly. “I do care for you greatly, and perhaps in another life we could have been very happy together, but I need more time than being a mortal can give me. And I do not wish either of us to sacrifice who we truly are or could be in order to be together.”
“I love you,” Thorongil declared softly, knowing it would not change Harry’s mind but having to try anyway.
“I know,” the Elf stated sadly. “And perhaps I could feel the same, given time. But for now, I just need to focus on myself. I need to be selfish for once.”
“I would wait for you,” the Man offered desperately. “I would wait.”
Harry gave him a soft, sorrowful smile, reaching a pale hand to gently squeeze his large one.
“Do not waste your life for something that may never happen,” he whispered tenderly. “You are an amazing Man, and there will be another out there for you. Perhaps Arwen…”
Thorongil’s eyes snapped to meet Harry’s serious green.
“How did you..?” he questioned.
“It is quite all right, Estel,” the Elf replied with a small smile. “We all have our secrets, and I forgive you yours. Just…try to stay safe, and promise me that you will not wait.”
“Harry…” the Man stated sadly. “I do not know if I can promise you that.”
“Try your best, then,” was the gentle response.
Thorongil nodded stiffly, knowing that the Elf was not going to change his mind.
“I will try,” he stated blankly. “I am glad you are all right.”
Harry watched sadly as the Man turned to exit the healing chambers.
“When are you returning to Rohan?” Harry asked before Thorongil left. “The king will be worried.”
“King Thranduil is sending a group of Elves to help escort us,” the Man replied. “We will leave on the morrow if you are not coming with us.”
“I think that is best,” the Elf responded. “I wish you a safe journey, and tell Gandalf that he was right.”
“Gandalf?” Thorongil asked.
Harry gave a small smile.
“Before we left Rohan, Gandalf told me that he would not blame me if I decided to stay with the Elves. That they were my people, and I did not have to learn magic all at once. I denied his words, but he was right,” the Elf responded.
Thorongil nodded once more.
“I will tell him,” the Man promised before slipping out the door.
Harry watched him leave with sad eyes, knowing that this was probably their good-bye.
He only hoped they would meet again one day.
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Author’s Note: Uh oh…one confrontation down, one to go…Please review and let me know what you think. ^_^
Northern Mirkwood: 30th of March, 2969
Late Morning
“Mmm,” Harry moaned, fighting his way to consciousness.
“Shh,” a musical voice soothed. “Relax. You are safe.”
“Th-Thorongil?” Harry questioned. “Is he..?”
“He is fine,” came the response. “Do you wish for me to send for him?”
Harry managed to open his eyes, despite his heavy lids.
“L-Legolas?” he asked, shocked that the prince was by his bedside.
“Do you wish for me to send for Thorongil?” the blonde asked again.
Harry nodded slightly, wincing when a pain shot through his head.
“Are you all right?” Legolas asked, concerned.
“F-fine,” Harry replied, shocked as the blonde gently pushed back his hair from his face.
There was so much love in those grey eyes…
But then why would Legolas do what he did? It did not make any sense…
Legolas gave him a gentle smile and then turned to talk to the Elf guarding the door. They exchanged a soft conversation, too low for even Harry’s Elven ears to pick up. The guard nodded, exiting the healing chambers.
“Thorongil will be here soon,” Legolas told his love.
Harry looked at him with searching green eyes.
“Why…why did you break your promise?” he questioned, staring at a spot over Legolas’s shoulder.
“Because I am the greatest fool to ever exist,” Legolas swore, falling to his knees beside Harry’s bed and gently holding up one delicate hand. “I was afraid you would stay. Afraid that you would not. I was afraid of my feelings – of just how much you could make me love. I was a fool. And I know that after everything that has happened, I have no right to bed for forgiveness…but I shall do it anyway. I love you, and I am sorry, and I shall never, ever look upon another in the way I look upon you, even should you cast me aside as I so deserve.”
Stunned green eyes met earnest grey, and Harry opened his mouth to respond.
But the door to the healing chambers opened, and a pale Thorongil walked in.
“Harry,” he greeted, taking in the sight of Legolas on his knees, desperately clutching one pale hand. “I am glad you are all right.”
Harry glanced between Legolas and Thorongil nervously.
“Legolas?” he asked softly. “Do you think I can speak to Thorongil alone for a while?”
Legolas closed his eyes, pain shooting through his heart. It was nothing less than he deserved, after all Harry had gone through because of his betrayal…
The prince nodded, gracefully rising to his feet and passing Thorongil on the way to the exit.
“Legolas?” Harry called from behind him. “I should like to continue our discussion later. I…we still have much to talk about.”
Hope filled his chest, and the blonde nodded his assent. Whatever Harry wanted to say, he was willing to listen…he just had to wait a bit.
After Legolas left the healing chambers, Harry struggled to get into a sitting position.
Thorongil walked to the bed to assist him, fixing the pillows to help support Harry’s back.
“You are not quite so pale,” Thorongil murmured. “I am so glad that you are all right.”
“I thought you were dead,” Harry admitted. “I thought…He said you were dead.”
“I was poisoned, but I fell in battle, but I shall be fully recovered in a few days,” the Man responded. “I am sorry that I let you get captured.”
“It is not your fault,” Harry answered. “We were all tired and weak from the journey and lack of sleep. The Witch-king wanted me, and he watched our group closely. I had no chance from the moment I left the borders of Mirkwood.”
“Harry…” Thorongil said softly. “When I saw that Nazgul with his blade at your neck…”
“I am sorry for worrying you,” the Elf replied.
“Are you…are you going to be all right?” the Man questioned. “I…your skin, your eyes…you were Fading…are you still?”
“I will be fine with time,” Harry answered. “I…I wanted to say thank you, for everything. You are the first real friend I have ever had. But…”
Thorongil stood completely still as Harry struggled to find words.
“But I cannot be the person that you want. I…I am so young, still. I do not want to give up my immortality only to find that I regret it a few years down the line. And…and either of us could die in battle any day. I do not wish to be left alone,” Harry admitted.
“Are you giving in to Prince Legolas?” Thorongil stated calmly, though inside he was raging. “After everything he has done?”
“That is between Legolas and myself,” Harry answered. “Please do not be angry with me, but I must speak with him before I make any further decisions.”
“What…what do you mean?” the Man asked. “Any further decisions? You have decided against me, and you wish to stay an Elf.”
“Deciding against you does not mean that I have decided for Legolas,” the Elf responded. “I just…I want to see what immortality has to offer. I want to see what my Elvish side has to offer. I have lived among mortals most of my life and traveled with Gandalf for the past two years. I just…I want to settle down and find my Elvish family and find who I really am.”
Thorongil nodded sadly.
“This…this is the best decision for you? What you truly want?” the Man asked softly.
“I do not know what I truly want. I need time,” Harry answered. “Time just to explore who I am. That is what is best for me at this stage. You…you need to return to Gondor and Rohan. The Men look to you as a leader, and darker times are approaching. I do not wish to live my life like that, constantly fighting and praying that neither of us fall in battle.”
“I would give it up for you,” Thorongil swore.
“But you should not have to,” the Elf replied. “You would give up your position, a position in which you can do great good and which you are greatly suited for. And I would give up my immortality, my chance to live out forever with my Elvish family, should I find them. I feel we would both be unhappy, in the end.”
Thorongil swallowed thickly.
“It is your choice,” he stated blankly. “Do what is best for you.”
“I am sorry,” Harry said sadly. “I do care for you greatly, and perhaps in another life we could have been very happy together, but I need more time than being a mortal can give me. And I do not wish either of us to sacrifice who we truly are or could be in order to be together.”
“I love you,” Thorongil declared softly, knowing it would not change Harry’s mind but having to try anyway.
“I know,” the Elf stated sadly. “And perhaps I could feel the same, given time. But for now, I just need to focus on myself. I need to be selfish for once.”
“I would wait for you,” the Man offered desperately. “I would wait.”
Harry gave him a soft, sorrowful smile, reaching a pale hand to gently squeeze his large one.
“Do not waste your life for something that may never happen,” he whispered tenderly. “You are an amazing Man, and there will be another out there for you. Perhaps Arwen…”
Thorongil’s eyes snapped to meet Harry’s serious green.
“How did you..?” he questioned.
“It is quite all right, Estel,” the Elf replied with a small smile. “We all have our secrets, and I forgive you yours. Just…try to stay safe, and promise me that you will not wait.”
“Harry…” the Man stated sadly. “I do not know if I can promise you that.”
“Try your best, then,” was the gentle response.
Thorongil nodded stiffly, knowing that the Elf was not going to change his mind.
“I will try,” he stated blankly. “I am glad you are all right.”
Harry watched sadly as the Man turned to exit the healing chambers.
“When are you returning to Rohan?” Harry asked before Thorongil left. “The king will be worried.”
“King Thranduil is sending a group of Elves to help escort us,” the Man replied. “We will leave on the morrow if you are not coming with us.”
“I think that is best,” the Elf responded. “I wish you a safe journey, and tell Gandalf that he was right.”
“Gandalf?” Thorongil asked.
Harry gave a small smile.
“Before we left Rohan, Gandalf told me that he would not blame me if I decided to stay with the Elves. That they were my people, and I did not have to learn magic all at once. I denied his words, but he was right,” the Elf responded.
Thorongil nodded once more.
“I will tell him,” the Man promised before slipping out the door.
Harry watched him leave with sad eyes, knowing that this was probably their good-bye.
He only hoped they would meet again one day.
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Author’s Note: Uh oh…one confrontation down, one to go…Please review and let me know what you think. ^_^