Beauty of the Swan
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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10
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Childish Cruelty
Chapter 1: Childish Cruelty
Forty years later…
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
“Glorfindel, tell me about Prince Legolas again,” Harry requested softly after they had settled into the guest chambers of Mirkwood Castle. “I will get to meet him today, will I not?”
“Yes,” the tall blonde Elf confirmed. “Prince Legolas will see his eighty-sixth year this summer. He is blonde, with grey eyes. I have not seen him for many years, but I am sure he has grown much since the last time.”
“Naneth said we would be friends. Do you think we will be friends?” Harry asked anxiously. “I do not have many friends.”
Glorfindel smiled down at the tiny Elfling. Harry’s big green eyes stared up at him innocently.
“I am sure he will like you very much,” the blonde Elf reassured. “What is there not to like?”
“Elladan and Elrohir say…” Harry trailed off. “They say that my real parents did not want me. If my parents did not want me, why would Legolas?”
“Do not listen to the twins,” Glorfindel stated. “Your parents loved you very much. Elladan and Elrohir are just jealous that you steal attention away from them when you visit Rivendell. They are used to being the only Elflings around, but you are much cuter than them.”
Harry gave a little smile at that, but then he began to look nervous again.
“I hope he likes me,” the little Elfling whispers. “I would very much like a friend. We could practice archery together, and go exploring in the woods, and…”
Glorfindel smiled fondly as Harry rambled on excitedly. He was glad that Lady Galadriel had asked him to accompany Harry on a visit to Mirkwood. Harry was obviously lonely as the only Elfling in Lothlorien, and his parents could not spend as much time with him as they would like, as they were often busy.
“Are you ready for introductions at court?” he asked after Harry settled down a bit.
“I think so,” the little Elfling mumbled. “You will be there?”
“Right by your side,” Glorfindel promised.
Harry beamed at him brightly, bouncing to the door.
“Well?” he asked. “Are you ready to go? I am going to make my very first friend!”
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Legolas reclined boredly on his throne, small in comparison to that of his father. He was only the heir, after all.
He could not believed that ada had arranged a visit from the runt Lady Galadriel had adopted.
‘Harry.’
Legolas sneered at the name. What sort of name is that for an Elf? But, what can you expect, without proper parents?
The prince knew ada still wanted him to eventually procreate with the runt, as it would align Mirkwood more closely with Lothlorien. King Thranduil had pulled him aside to lecture him on how to behave around the visiting Elfling.
Ada had said to be kind and respectful.
Legolas intended to be the opposite.
The heavy doors to the great hall were opened by servants, and Glorfindel and a tiny Elfling stepped through.
This Elfling had seen forty summers?
More like four. He was tiny, with short messy black and ridiculously big eyes.
At least Legolas did not have to worry about being physically attacked if he was too nasty to the little thing; it looked more likely to just cry…
“A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting,” King Thranduil proclaimed to the newcomers.
“G-good afternoon!” the little thing squeaked softly.
“Greetings,” Glorfindel stated calmly. “Thank you for the lodgings. The rooms are more than adequate.”
King Thranduil smiled at Glorfindel’s comment.
“This is my son and heir. Legolas, come greet our guests,” King Thranduil suggested.
Legolas rose from his throne lazily.
“Pleasure,” he drawled as he came to stand beside ada.
The little thing stared up at him with those ridiculously large eyes. He was even tinier up close.
His father expected him to touch this one day?
“P-pleasure,” was the stuttering response.
“Perhaps the boys would like to spend some time together outside,” King Thranduil suggested to
Glorfindel.
The elf-lord nodded, and Legolas knew that was his cue to entertain the little brat.
As if he did not have better things to do.
He sighed and stalked out of the great hall.
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Harry struggled to keep up with Legolas’s long strides. Why was the prince walking so fast?
Glorfindel never walked this fast…
But Harry was determined to keep up. He would prove to Prince Legolas that he would make a good friend.
“Y-your garden is very beautiful,” the little Elfling commented when they finally arrived outside.
“These are the public gardens,” Legolas contradicted.
“Well, they are still very nice,” Harry replied.
“No, they are not,” the blonde Elf stated boredly. “Have you no taste?”
Harry flushed deeply at the insulting question.
“I…do you want to go exploring?” he asked, trying to find something to do.
“I already know these gardens. This is my kingdom, after all,” Legolas drawled. “But you do not look very intelligent, perhaps you did not know that.”
Harry bit his lower lip.
“I…I thought we could be friends?” he asked shakily. “Glorfindel said we would be friends…”
“Glorfindel is not always right, no matter what he may have you believe,” the Prince of Mirkwood responded.
“Excuse me!” Harry exclaimed, upset at the slight to his hero.
“No! Excuse me! I am the one who has been ordered to put up with a little runt of an orphan when I
have much better things to do!” Legolas shouted, making the little Elfling jump.
Tears came to Harry’s big green eyes.
“I am not an orphan,” he responded softly. “I have ada and naneth…”
“Yes, the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien who took you in because they felt sorry for the poor little orphan whose parents did not want him…” Legolas drawled cruelly. “They probably have you raised by the servants because they do not really want you, either. That is why you are with Glorfindel now, did you not know?”
Harry sobbed, feeling all of his insecurities being attacked.
“They love me!” he shouted. “They do!”
Legolas chuckled lowly.
“If that is what you have to tell yourself…” he stated, watching the little Elfling turn around and run into the large maze in the center of the garden.
Perhaps that would keep him occupied for a while.
Legolas turned towards the archery field. At least now he had some time to practice…
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Harry ran as hard as he could into the maze, not wanting to face the Prince of Mirkwood. Tears blurred his big green eyes as he ran deeper and deeper into the maze.
He tripped over an upturned root and fell, scraping his hands and knees against the hard ground.
How could the prince have said that? They were supposed to be friends? They were supposed…
How could he have been so cruel?
Harry sobbed, curling into a little ball. He wanted Glorfindel. He wanted ada and naneth.
But…
Maybe Legolas was right? Maybe Harry really was just a burden, and they did not want him. Maybe they just took care of him because they felt bad that his real parents did not love him.
Harry cried until he had no tears left, and then he sobbed dryly.
And now he would never have any friends.
Elladan and Elrohir did not want him.
And Legolas did not want him.
No one would ever want him…
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A few hours later…
Glorfindel frowned when Prince Legolas came to dinner without Harry in tow.
“Where is Harry?” he asked the younger quietly.
“Oh, he was very interested in the maze. He told me he wanted to explore, so I let him,” Legolas replied nonchalantly.
“You just left him in a maze?” Glorfindel asked incredulously. “He has not returned yet.”
“Oh, I am sure he is fine,” the prince answered. “He wanted to see if he could get to the middle by
himself. Very insistent.”
“Seems like you have a mischievous little Elfling on your hands,” King Thranduil commented. “Perhaps
Legolas should go see if he found his way out yet.”
Glorfindel frowned, but nodded. Perhaps Harry had wanted to prove something to Legolas? It would be best to let the boys work things out on their own, he supposed…
Legolas sighed and did as ada bid. That little brat, making him go after him…
Spoiled, that is what the little thing was.
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Does it make you hate Legolas? He is a very cruel teenager, taking his anger at his father’s
expectations out on a helpless little Harry…
Forty years later…
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
“Glorfindel, tell me about Prince Legolas again,” Harry requested softly after they had settled into the guest chambers of Mirkwood Castle. “I will get to meet him today, will I not?”
“Yes,” the tall blonde Elf confirmed. “Prince Legolas will see his eighty-sixth year this summer. He is blonde, with grey eyes. I have not seen him for many years, but I am sure he has grown much since the last time.”
“Naneth said we would be friends. Do you think we will be friends?” Harry asked anxiously. “I do not have many friends.”
Glorfindel smiled down at the tiny Elfling. Harry’s big green eyes stared up at him innocently.
“I am sure he will like you very much,” the blonde Elf reassured. “What is there not to like?”
“Elladan and Elrohir say…” Harry trailed off. “They say that my real parents did not want me. If my parents did not want me, why would Legolas?”
“Do not listen to the twins,” Glorfindel stated. “Your parents loved you very much. Elladan and Elrohir are just jealous that you steal attention away from them when you visit Rivendell. They are used to being the only Elflings around, but you are much cuter than them.”
Harry gave a little smile at that, but then he began to look nervous again.
“I hope he likes me,” the little Elfling whispers. “I would very much like a friend. We could practice archery together, and go exploring in the woods, and…”
Glorfindel smiled fondly as Harry rambled on excitedly. He was glad that Lady Galadriel had asked him to accompany Harry on a visit to Mirkwood. Harry was obviously lonely as the only Elfling in Lothlorien, and his parents could not spend as much time with him as they would like, as they were often busy.
“Are you ready for introductions at court?” he asked after Harry settled down a bit.
“I think so,” the little Elfling mumbled. “You will be there?”
“Right by your side,” Glorfindel promised.
Harry beamed at him brightly, bouncing to the door.
“Well?” he asked. “Are you ready to go? I am going to make my very first friend!”
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Legolas reclined boredly on his throne, small in comparison to that of his father. He was only the heir, after all.
He could not believed that ada had arranged a visit from the runt Lady Galadriel had adopted.
‘Harry.’
Legolas sneered at the name. What sort of name is that for an Elf? But, what can you expect, without proper parents?
The prince knew ada still wanted him to eventually procreate with the runt, as it would align Mirkwood more closely with Lothlorien. King Thranduil had pulled him aside to lecture him on how to behave around the visiting Elfling.
Ada had said to be kind and respectful.
Legolas intended to be the opposite.
The heavy doors to the great hall were opened by servants, and Glorfindel and a tiny Elfling stepped through.
This Elfling had seen forty summers?
More like four. He was tiny, with short messy black and ridiculously big eyes.
At least Legolas did not have to worry about being physically attacked if he was too nasty to the little thing; it looked more likely to just cry…
“A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting,” King Thranduil proclaimed to the newcomers.
“G-good afternoon!” the little thing squeaked softly.
“Greetings,” Glorfindel stated calmly. “Thank you for the lodgings. The rooms are more than adequate.”
King Thranduil smiled at Glorfindel’s comment.
“This is my son and heir. Legolas, come greet our guests,” King Thranduil suggested.
Legolas rose from his throne lazily.
“Pleasure,” he drawled as he came to stand beside ada.
The little thing stared up at him with those ridiculously large eyes. He was even tinier up close.
His father expected him to touch this one day?
“P-pleasure,” was the stuttering response.
“Perhaps the boys would like to spend some time together outside,” King Thranduil suggested to
Glorfindel.
The elf-lord nodded, and Legolas knew that was his cue to entertain the little brat.
As if he did not have better things to do.
He sighed and stalked out of the great hall.
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Harry struggled to keep up with Legolas’s long strides. Why was the prince walking so fast?
Glorfindel never walked this fast…
But Harry was determined to keep up. He would prove to Prince Legolas that he would make a good friend.
“Y-your garden is very beautiful,” the little Elfling commented when they finally arrived outside.
“These are the public gardens,” Legolas contradicted.
“Well, they are still very nice,” Harry replied.
“No, they are not,” the blonde Elf stated boredly. “Have you no taste?”
Harry flushed deeply at the insulting question.
“I…do you want to go exploring?” he asked, trying to find something to do.
“I already know these gardens. This is my kingdom, after all,” Legolas drawled. “But you do not look very intelligent, perhaps you did not know that.”
Harry bit his lower lip.
“I…I thought we could be friends?” he asked shakily. “Glorfindel said we would be friends…”
“Glorfindel is not always right, no matter what he may have you believe,” the Prince of Mirkwood responded.
“Excuse me!” Harry exclaimed, upset at the slight to his hero.
“No! Excuse me! I am the one who has been ordered to put up with a little runt of an orphan when I
have much better things to do!” Legolas shouted, making the little Elfling jump.
Tears came to Harry’s big green eyes.
“I am not an orphan,” he responded softly. “I have ada and naneth…”
“Yes, the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien who took you in because they felt sorry for the poor little orphan whose parents did not want him…” Legolas drawled cruelly. “They probably have you raised by the servants because they do not really want you, either. That is why you are with Glorfindel now, did you not know?”
Harry sobbed, feeling all of his insecurities being attacked.
“They love me!” he shouted. “They do!”
Legolas chuckled lowly.
“If that is what you have to tell yourself…” he stated, watching the little Elfling turn around and run into the large maze in the center of the garden.
Perhaps that would keep him occupied for a while.
Legolas turned towards the archery field. At least now he had some time to practice…
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Harry ran as hard as he could into the maze, not wanting to face the Prince of Mirkwood. Tears blurred his big green eyes as he ran deeper and deeper into the maze.
He tripped over an upturned root and fell, scraping his hands and knees against the hard ground.
How could the prince have said that? They were supposed to be friends? They were supposed…
How could he have been so cruel?
Harry sobbed, curling into a little ball. He wanted Glorfindel. He wanted ada and naneth.
But…
Maybe Legolas was right? Maybe Harry really was just a burden, and they did not want him. Maybe they just took care of him because they felt bad that his real parents did not love him.
Harry cried until he had no tears left, and then he sobbed dryly.
And now he would never have any friends.
Elladan and Elrohir did not want him.
And Legolas did not want him.
No one would ever want him…
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A few hours later…
Glorfindel frowned when Prince Legolas came to dinner without Harry in tow.
“Where is Harry?” he asked the younger quietly.
“Oh, he was very interested in the maze. He told me he wanted to explore, so I let him,” Legolas replied nonchalantly.
“You just left him in a maze?” Glorfindel asked incredulously. “He has not returned yet.”
“Oh, I am sure he is fine,” the prince answered. “He wanted to see if he could get to the middle by
himself. Very insistent.”
“Seems like you have a mischievous little Elfling on your hands,” King Thranduil commented. “Perhaps
Legolas should go see if he found his way out yet.”
Glorfindel frowned, but nodded. Perhaps Harry had wanted to prove something to Legolas? It would be best to let the boys work things out on their own, he supposed…
Legolas sighed and did as ada bid. That little brat, making him go after him…
Spoiled, that is what the little thing was.
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Does it make you hate Legolas? He is a very cruel teenager, taking his anger at his father’s
expectations out on a helpless little Harry…