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Middle-Earth, Rohan. June 1998.

Harrison looked around in awe as they arrived at the city. It was as magnificent as Gondor had been, but maybe Gondor was nicer and Harrison had only seen very little of it as he escaped. But Rohan was beautiful as well; the towers were tall, the roads clean, the glass was shining under the sunlight, and the gates opened silently and smoothly, allowing them entrance. They rode unchecked to the Golden Hall, and dismounted their horses.

Three guards came towards them, leaving the large doors open behind them. “We will have to take away your weapons. You may not enter the Hall with them, orders of Grima Wormtongue.” They handed their weapons over, but Gandalf held tight to his staff. “And you Gandalf Greyhame.”

“You would not deprive an old man of his walking aid, would you?” Legolas and Aragorn traded amused looks as the guards nodded and let them enter, with the staff.

“I told you to take his staff!” Grima hollered as Gandalf withdrew it from his robe. The man was tall, but he carried himself about with a hunch, bent around the shoulders, with greasy black hair falling to brush against his chest. “You see, my King, they come in here with their weapons to overthrow you.”

“Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth, serpent.” Gandalf hissed. With a wave of his staff the man was thrown across the room, towards the guards who immediately seized him. “Theoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows. Harkin to me! I release you from the spell.”

A bark of laughter erupted from the King’s mouth and Harrison gave a cry, his hand pressing to his forehead. He closed his eyes, and immediately he could see Saruman. The wizard was bent over his Palantir, his eyes narrowed as he answered, “Theoden is mine.”

“I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.”

“Theoden will die,” Harrison heard the Dark wizard reply in his head, as well as hearing King Theoden say it himself.

“You did not kill me, you will not kill him!” Gandalf roared as he thrust his staff towards the haggard looking King. As the staff touched Theoden, it glowed brightly and the King gave a hoarse cry. In Isengard, Harrison watched as Saruman was thrown across the room, giving a cry of his own in anger. Before their eyes the King began to change. He looked less old and less weary, he began to sit up straighter and his eyes widened as he looked around the Hall. A girl Harrison had not noticed before ran towards him, and grabbed his hands between her own.

“Uncle?” She asked softly.

“I know your face, Eowyn.” He reached out to cup her cheek and Harrison watched them critically. The actions were the same as how Lord Denethor had touched him, but the look on Theoden’s face was less… hungry. He didn’t know how to describe it, but as he watched them he felt a well of happiness bubble up inside of him. He turned to smile at Legolas and felt his breath catch as the Elf smiled back warmly. “Where is Theodred? Where is my son?” The King asked, and suddenly the smiles had vanished from everyone’s faces.

Eowyn gave a sigh and squeezed her uncle’s hand. How was she to tell him that his only child was dead?

It was later that day that the Prince was buried. Many of the citizens of Rohan attended the funeral, but Harrison chose to remain behind. He did not have any experience with funerals, and considering his lack of tact he had decided it would be a safer experience to remain away. The only person he had known to have died was Boromir, and he had stayed silent as Boromir drifted passed him on the River Anduin. He was not required to speak or to listen to someone else speak, but he knew that it hadn’t been a proper funeral. There would probably be a service held in Gondor whenever Denethor found out.

Harrison watched as Gandalf led King Theoden out to the side of the mountains where the burial was to take place. A hand fell on his shoulder, and he jumped, spinning around to face the person touching him. Legolas gave him a small smile, his hand dropping to his side.

“I did not mean to frighten you.”

“It’s fine, I should have been paying more attention.” Harrison leant forward, pressing his lips cautiously to his mates. He didn’t think funerals were a good time to make out, but he felt almost compelled to touch the Elf; to make sure he was as alive and real as he looked.

“Harrison!” Legolas gasped, drawing back as Harry cupped his arse. “This isn’t the place!”

“Perhaps we could take it inside, then?” His hands were fisted in the front of his mate’s tunic and he tugged Legolas closer, harder, even though the blond made no move to distance them. “Please?” Harrison looked up, wide-eyed, with his mouth parted slightly and Legolas couldn’t help himself. He bent his head, his tongue coming forward to run across Harrison’s bottom lip before he fused their mouths together. Hands tangled in hair, and Harrison began walking backwards, leading Legolas after him. They left the balcony, and entered the room Harrison had been given for their stay. Legolas’ was right beside his, but both knew he wouldn’t be going back to it tonight.

Briefly Legolas thought that he should stop this from happening, he felt that they should take things slower, make this time special. It would be Harrison’s first time, and while Legolas had three-hundred-years worth of experience, Harrison likely had none whatsoever. The Elf wanted his mate to enjoy the experience, but rushing through things just to satisfy himself was not the way to go. He drew back, but Harrison gave the most desperate whimper he had ever heard, and immediately his resolve crumbled. They were mates. They would be together for as long as they both lived, and neither had the intention to die. They had eternity to take things slow.

(Contains Slash Sex)

Harrison gasped as he suddenly found himself thrown back onto the bed. He looked up with wide eyes as Legolas unbuckled his own belt. Green eyes sparkled as he watched his mate strip for his pleasure. He licked his lips as Legolas pulled his tunic up over his head, before throwing it behind him haphazardly. The Elf grinned widely as Harrison’s breathing picked up. The boy was panting by the time Legolas shimmied out of his leggings and toed off his shoes.

“Please, please, please,” Harrison breathed as Legolas climbed onto the bed and began to crawl up to him. The elder male hovered over him, bracing him weight on his arms and he looked down at his mate, completely naked and aching hard.

“What do you want, my pretty one? What would you have me do?” He purred, his head dipping to press soft kisses across Harry’s cheeks and chin. His lips felt like the brush of butterfly wings, and rather than satisfy the human it teased him, daring him to ask for more.

“Touch me, take me,” the brunette begged, arching his back and pressing his lips against Legolas’. When he pulled back, he said, “too much clothes. Get them off.”

“As my mate wishes.”

His fingers began opening the buttons at the top of Harry’s tunic. Legolas pulled the boy to sit up, and he ran his hands along Harrison’s sides and stomach as he pushed the garment up over his head. It landed on the floor beside the pile of Legolas’ clothing, as the Elf began pulling down the trousers Harrison wore. “Lift your hips,” the Elf whispered as he pushed Harrison to lie back down.

Harrison raised his hips, allowing Legolas to remove his trousers and shoes, and the blond smiled warmly as he crawled back up to lie on top of his equally naked mate.

“I don’t know what to do.” Harrison whispered.

“I will take care of you,” the Elf said, as he nuzzled against the base of Harry’s throat. He nipped and licked at the column of flesh, moaning lightly as Harry gasped and arched into him at every touch. “You taste like honey and cinnamon.”

“Is that a good thing?” Harrison breathed as he ran his hands along Legolas’ taunt back.

“You are divine, my mate.” He began kissing his way down Harrison’s body, taking great delight in the noises he pulled from his mate’s throat. Harrison’s hands tangled in Legolas’ hair as his tongue dipped into the boy’s belly button. He nipped at the junction where Harrison’s hip met his thigh and the boy gave a delicious groan as Legolas’ hair brushed against his throbbing erection. The Elf purposely ignored that particular piece of his mate’s anatomy, instead moving to kiss his inner thighs. He licked at the back of Harrison’s knees and sucked on his toes and ankles and all the while Harrison writhed beneath him, moaning wantonly.

Legolas looked up at his mate, his mouth hovering over the aching hardness Harry was sporting and he felt very proud of himself. Harrison had stopped begging sometime ago, having completely lost the ability to speak. His fingers were tangled in the sheets, his head thrown back with his hair haloed out around him, and his mouth was parted slightly, his pink tongue flicking out every once in a while to moisten his lips and his eyes were squeezed closed.

His eyes flew open as his cock was surrounded by a warm wetness that made his toes curl up. He looked down at Legolas, who had taken him completely into his mouth and was suckling lightly. Legolas chuckled at the picture his mate made, and Harrison let out a hoarse cry as the vibrations rocketed through him. His hands tangled into Legolas’ hair and he arched his hips up, pushing himself further into the blond’s willing mouth.

Legolas drew back, his fingers pushing past his lips and he watched Harry watching him as his tongue swirled around his fingers. “Touch, touch me,” Harrison panted.

“In a moment, my love.” When his fingers were wet enough he lowered his mouth to Harry’s erection again. He blew on it, smirking as the boy let out a strangled groan. His fingers brushed across Harrison’s perineum, his nails scrapping lightly and making the boy pant harder. As his mouth engulf the hard length again, his middle finger pushed passed the tight ring of muscle protecting Harrison’s opening. The boy gave a groan, his eyes fluttering closed as the pressure built up within him.

A second finger joined the first, and Harrison gave a gasp of pain this time. It didn’t last long, because Legolas swallowed around his mate’s cock and Harry let out a pleased cry, not even noticing as a third finger entered his body. Legolas removed his fingers, and pulled back. He pressed a light kiss to the tip of Harry’s erection and ignored the disappointed groan his mate gave.

“Spread your legs more,” the blond ordered as he moved up to lie between them. Harrison’s legs moved automatically to lock around the Elf’s waist, and Legolas prepped the boy’s entrance once more before lining his own erection up. “I love you,” he told Harrison for the first time.

Harrison opened his mouth to speak, but his words were cut off by the whimpering noise he made instead. Legolas pushed into him slowly, his hands clenching at the bed sheets on either side of Harrison’s head as he fought to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to be within his mate right then, but he did not want to hurt Harry.

“Shush, little one. It will pass.” He pressed a soft kiss to Harrison’s lips, and then a second one, until at last Harrison relaxed and raised his head to kiss the Elf back.

Legolas pressed his face to Harry’s neck, panting harshly when he was finally buried within his mate to the hilt. He paused, resting his weight on top of the boy as he allowed Harrison to grow accustomed to the feeling of being so completely filled. With a quick kiss to his mate’s neck Legolas pulled back, drawing himself out of Harrison’s heat before thrusting back inside. Harry gave a groan, throwing his head back as Legolas repeated the action. They both panted heavily, clinging to each other as they moved, Legolas thrusting on top of Harrison, and Harry arching his hips to meet his mate’s thrusts.

“I love you,” Harrison breathed as he felt the liquid heat coiling and pooling in his stomach. His hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it until he came. His orgasm rushed over him, his nerves felt as if they were on fire and his entire being was over sensitised. He let out a long, drawn out cry before he crushed his lips to Legolas’. His body trembled as he came down from his high, breathing loudly as his mate continued to rock on top of him.

Legolas moaned, breathing out endearments against Harrison’s neck that he couldn’t hear, as he moved within his mate’s body for a while longer. When he could no longer hold off his release, he allowed himself to collapse on top of Harry, clinging tight to him, crushing their bodies together as his hips jerked spasmodically as he came. “I love you,” the Elf repeated, as he rolled to the side.

(Slash Sex Finished)

Harry rolled after him, curling up on Legolas’ chest as the Elf wrapped his arms around Harrison’s waist and shoulders. “My mate,” Harrison breathed.

“As you are mine,” Legolas whispered in reply. He smiled softly to himself as he watched Harrison drift off to sleep. When the teenager was sleeping soundly, he pulled the sheet over them as well as he could and fell into a light doze. His eyes remained open the entire time, like all Elves’ eyes do, but his mind was resting. His grip on his mate never loosened, and when they woke they were both in the same position they had fallen asleep in.

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Middle-Earth, Helm’s Deep. June 1998.

Harrison sat surrounded by children. His eyes were closed and he let his head fall back to thump off of the wall. Some of the women looked at him sadly, wide eyed with tears coursing down their cheeks. Harrison paid them no mind, but he didn’t protest when a child climbed into his lap and gave him a short hug.

The journey from Meduseld to Helm’s Deep had not been a pleasant one. Saruman had sent out his Warg-riders, and a small army of Orcs to attack the travelling humans. Wargs looked like Hyenas from Earth, but they were almost four times the size, and three times as vicious. The Orcs that rode on their backs were as cruel and merciless as the Orcs who walked beside them. The worst part of the battle however was the moment where Harrison failed at what he had sworn himself to do.

He had watched as Aragorn, whose wrist had gotten caught on the reigns of one of the Wargs, was pulled off the edge of the cliff. He had screamed, and at the time he hadn’t realized the noise had come from his throat. Legolas had caught him before he could jump after the man. Harrison had been sure his magic would have protected them both, if only he had been able to catch Aragorn, but Legolas could not have known that and so the Elf had done what he could to stop Harrison jumping off of the cliff.

The others had known Aragorn for almost five months, while Harrison had only known him for three, but the loss was just as great. When they arrived at Helm’s Deep Harrison had immediately locked himself away, wanting to be alone. He had ended up hiding away with the women and very young children. He would miss Aragorn, there was no doubt about that, but it wasn’t the worst thing about his death. When Legolas had tried to ask him Harrison had been unwilling to explain. He didn’t want to sound callous, but with Aragorn’s death, Arwen would fade and Harrison would no longer be allowed to gain her immortality. She would die an Elf, and Harrison would age and die as a human. He had promised to keep Frodo and Aragorn alive and he had failed. Aragorn was dead and who knew where Frodo was!

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, forcing back the tears that threatened to slip passed. His head hurt and his heart ached but he would not give in and cry. To cry was to show weakness and he did not feel safe enough here, with so many people, to allow himself to be weak.

Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. He heard a voice say. It sounded suspiciously like Gandalf, but the wizard was not in the room. Harrison frowned harder. He had never questioned why it was he could hear and see Sauron and Saruman before, but now he could hear Gandalf as well? Isengard has been unleashed. Sauron now turns his eye to Gondor. That didn’t sound like a good thing, Harrison thought as he pushed himself to his feet. He should probably tell someone, he decided.

They watched as Harrison left them, no one moved to stop him or ask him to stay. Harrison didn’t look at them as he passed; instead he kept his eyes focused directly in front of him, even as he walked through the corridors to the meeting room. His eyes widened as they fell on someone who could not possibly be there.

“How?” He breathed. His hand moved forward, hesitantly travelling across the man’s face, tracing the cheekbones and his lips as the man smiled back at him.

“Hello to you as well, master Elf,” Aragorn chuckled, drawing the stunned boy against him in a hug. Harrison clung to him, unable to believe it.

“By Valar!” He whispered, “You’re alive!”

“So it appears. Did you miss me, little one?”

Harrison scowled. “No! And I’m not little!” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared around the room as some of the others chuckled lightly.

They spoke amongst themselves, and most of them ignored Harrison all together, seeing him as a child and of no importance to the war. “You should hide all of the women and children,” Harrison said suddenly, interrupting the King.

King Theoden looked towards him and smiled warmly. No one had really been watching Harrison as they fought the Wargs so they didn’t really understand what he was capable of. It was understandable that they were underestimating him. “This is no place for children, young man. Perhaps you should go wait with the women and children while we discuss what to do.”

“I have a suggestion for you?” He looked at Legolas briefly. The Elf made no move to stop him; instead he had a curious look on his face that prompted Harrison to finish speaking. “How about you take your head out of your arse and listen to what I said?”

“How dare you!” A man hissed, moving swiftly to point his sword at Harrison’s throat.

“Gamling, no!” Theoden said. He frowned at Harrison, even as the other man backed away. “Do you speak to everyone who is above you in such a manner?”

“Lord Denethor said I should respect people who are better than me.”

“So you should my boy. That includes your King.” Gandalf said firmly, though there was a smile playing around his lips.

“You are not better than me. And you are certainly not my King. I am an Elf, and my Queen lives in Lothlorien.” He frowned, eyes narrowing. “You were the one who was too weak to stand up to Grima Wormtongue and Saruman. You were the one who was too weak to lead your people and protect them. You are not better than me.”

Harrison turned away from the stunned King and looked to Aragorn. The brunette nodded his head lightly.

“Sauron is planning to attack Gondor soon. Isengard’s army is headed towards Rohan. They’ll soon know we are here and arrive. We need to keep the women and children safe.” Harrison told the ranger, and Aragorn gave a nod of his head and turned to the King.

“Is there anywhere we can send them?”

“Yes,” Theoden said slowly, his eyes narrowing in Harrison’s direction as the boy walked from the room. “How does he know what the enemy is planning?”

“He is a complex person, my King,” Gandalf said with a smile. “Perhaps we should make safe the women and children and then discuss how we should win this fight.”

“Send the women and the young children into the caves. Gamling, I want all males able to fight sent to Faldor to be equipped and armoured up.” The man bowed to his King and ran from the room to follow out his orders. “Gandalf, that boy? How will he fare in a fight?”

“I believe Harrison can handle himself very well.”

“No!” Legolas said immediately. “He is to go with the children. I will not have him fighting.”

“You know he will not listen,” Aragorn said even as Gimli chuckled at the thought.

“But he will if he is forced.” The Elf argued looking to the King to be the one to force Harrison to stay safe.

It was several days later that Harry found himself being frogmarched into the caves behind a large group of ‘helpless’ people. He turned as he was released, about to run to the doors but they slammed in his face and the two guards who had dragged him there remained. They stood on the inside of the doors, spears pointed towards Harrison as he came towards them and they smirked. “Go sit down, kid. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Fuck you,” he spat back before throwing himself to the ground beside a crying eight-year-old.

Outside, the others prepared for the battle that was coming. Children above the age of fourteen were forced to wield swords that they could barely lift and wear armour that hung off of them, dangerously too large. Aragorn watched them sadly. “These are not soldiers.”

Gimli nodded in agreement. “Most of these have seen too many winters.” They looked around at the clusters of old men, half blind or who could barely walk anymore, and it seemed as if the lightest wind would blow them over.

”Or too few,” Legolas watched a particularly small child struggle to swing his sword. He could only be grateful that Harrison was not there. He didn’t think he could bear to watch his mate become injured or die.

“When did Gandalf say he would return?”

“Two more days to go.” Aragorn sighed. The three days that had passed had been hard on everyone, and there was no doubt that Harrison would be very angry when he was finally released.

“What is that?” They heard someone yell. “Who are they?” followed the first yell and then there were shouts of, “get the King!” The trio left the room they were in and walked into the hold just as the drawbridge was going up.

Cloaked figures walked into the courtyard and people began whispering and gasping as their leader pulled down his hood. The Elf gave a small bow towards King Theoden and allowed the human to reach out to shake his hand. “What are you doing here?”

“Once there was an allegiance between the races of Men and Elves. We have come to honour that allegiance.” Haldir told them. He ignored the people who were staring at him and his companions. The blond Elf smiled warmly at Aragorn and Legolas as he drew his fellow Elf into a brief hug. He nodded at Gimli before looking around with a frown.

“Where is Prince Harrison?” Haldir asked in a soft voice like bells.

“He is safe.” Legolas answered him, raising his chin in defiance. So far he was the only one that believes he had the right to keep his mate safe. His own mate, and everyone else dared tell him how to treat Harrison.

“Oh,” Haldir chuckled, “he isn’t going to like that.”

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It was maddening.

He could hear the sounds of fighting, the screams and cries as people were wounded or killed and he could make out the squealing the Orcs made as they died as well. But he didn’t know who was winning, or who was hurt or dying, and he didn’t know who was safe. Not knowing was driving Harrison insane and he did not like anything as little as he did at this moment.

He pressed his hands to his ears, trying to block out the sounds. As muffled as the noise was by the stone walls it was still loud enough to have the cave’s occupants jumping and gasping with fright every other moment. The two guards who had brought him there had snuck out while he slept, and he had been left alone, barricaded into a room with women and crying babies.

He wanted to be out there! He deserved to be out there, fighting and protecting those he loved. He had to keep Aragorn alive, because Valar knows the man wasn’t very good at not dying. And he had to keep an eye on Legolas. He knew, as with most Elves, that Legolas was not entirely conscious of the fact that despite being immortal he could die. Harrison did not want him to die.

He had thought about using magic to force his way out of the caves, but he was worried that the ceiling might collapse. He wanted to fight, but he did not want to risk the lives of the others in the cave. He would not be able to live with himself if his foolishness resulted in the deaths of so many innocent people.

An explosion rocked the ground, and Harrison found himself thrown onto his back. Some of the others screamed, falling over as well. They clung to one another and they all looked around fearfully. Some even looked to him, as if he could save them all while being locked away right beside them. His ears were ringing slightly, his hearing more sensitive than the humans’ hearing, and he could feel the pulse of evil as whatever had set off the explosion began to enter the fortress of Helm’s Deep.

There was this feeling rising up within him, but he couldn’t place it. He could feel it coiling within his stomach and clenching at his heart and he knew it was more than just anxiety for his friends. He could not give it a name that would amply describe it though. He thought that someone he cared for deeply might be in danger, and he was afraid that it could be Legolas, but there was no way he could check. He didn’t know how it was he could even begin to assume someone was in danger – everyone was in danger! How was he sure this feeling was real?

His arm hurt suddenly, and he squeezed his eyes closed. It felt like someone was squeezing him around the middle, trying to force him into a space that was not wide enough to hold him.

He cried out, opening his eyes in time to see a knife come towards his chest. He raised his arms, giving a shocked cry as he forced his magic forward. The knife froze in mid-air, and the Orc wielding it looked absolutely stunned to find that he could not move that arm no matter how much he tried. Behind Harrison, Haldir turned around, clutching his bleeding arm. His eyes widened as he spotted the knife that would have hit him in the back and he gave Harrison a sloppy one-armed hug.

“I knew there was a reason we kept you around,” he joked. Harrison’s hand was on his arm, pressing down hard as he focused on what Haldir’s arm looked like without the blood. The cut healed itself, faster than even an Elf’s healing powers could manage and Haldir gifted his friend with a rare smile.

“There, all better,” Harrison whispered. He spun around, grabbing an arrow from Haldir’s belt and pointed it at the person running towards them. He lowered his arm as he recognized Aragorn.

”What are you doing here? How did you-? You just appeared!” The human breathed.

The other two smiled slightly, and Harrison offered a shrug. “I’m needed here.”

They lost sight of each other in the battle, each attacking their foes and defending themselves and the others that fought for their side. Harrison could hear pounding coming from the gates, and he easily guessed that the Orcs were trying to ram the drawbridge. He leant over the nearest wall, and waved his hand at the Orcs on the causeway. Five of them fell. Aragorn and Gimli suddenly appeared right in front of the gates, and with Harrison’s second attack the Orcs actually dropped the battering ram, unable to hold its weight with so many of their fellows dead.

A harpoon suddenly came sailing through the air. Harrison threw himself to the side, colliding painfully with Legolas who had run to save him. The harpoon anchored itself to the wall where Harry had been standing and the teenager pressed a quick kiss to his mate’s mouth, stopping the questions Legolas longed to ask. The blond cut the rope attached to the grappling hook, and they both watched in satisfaction as the ladder attached fell backwards, crushing a number of their enemies.

“Aim for the cannons!” Someone yelled, “kill the Orcs with the guns!” Another grappling hook flew over the wall, and knocked the man who had yelled aside. He slumped to the ground, his neck bent at a fatal angle as the Orcs began to climb up that ladder.

“Ready?” Harrison asked lightly.

“I’m always ready,” he teased.

“Was that an innuendo? Now?” Harrison chuckled. He had no sword, since the King had taken Faramir’s off of him when he had been sent to the caves, but he had the knife he managed to steal off the Orc who almost stabbed him. He also had one of Haldir’s arrows. A quick spell later and the arrow was floating around by itself, stabbing Orcs left and right and always coming back to Harrison.

Legolas fired an arrow into the head of an Orc who was trying to sneak up on Harry. “Do you want it to be an innuendo?”

“Maybe,” the teenager said with a grin. He ducked beneath a swipe of another’s blade and raised the knife up, stabbing the Orc in his unprotected groin. The sword dropped and Harrison scooped it up greedily.

“You’ll soon have a fine collection of weapons, master Elf,” Gimli grumbled appearing from behind him.

“I’m sure I’ll be willing to share with a friend.” They shared a smile before losing themselves in the battle again.

“Nineteen!”

“Twenty-three!”

“Cheat! Twenty-one!” Legolas and Gimli hollered back and forth, no matter how far away from each other they were they still called out the number of Orcs that had managed to kill.

Harry smiled at their antics, before turning his attention to Aragorn. The gates had broken open a few moments before Gimli appeared and Aragorn was busy herding everyone inside the keep, and away from the courtyard. A messenger had been sent to lead the women and children out of the caves and through the mountains. Hopefully the soldiers would be able to fight long enough to keep the Orcs distracted while the women fled to Gondor.

A horn began to blow, loudly and it echoed across the plains. The Orcs and men alike looked towards the humungous twin-horns carved into the side of the mountain beside Helm’s Deep.

“The horn of Helm Hammerhand,” a voice told him and he turned to find King Theoden standing there. “Come, we should join the others in the keep.” He led the teenager forward, propelling the boy almost forcefully forward. Harrison’s attention was not on where he was going, but rather what was coming.

He watched the sun rise. It was the fifth day since Gandalf had left them to find help and as the sun rose he noticed the light coming towards them, faster and brighter than the sun. With a gasp, he wrenched himself away from the King and leant as far over the battlement wall as he could. “It’s Gandalf!”

“The Riders of Rohan!” Someone else screamed, and a cheer rang out through the keep.

In the lead was Gandalf, sitting astride Shadowfax with his staff raised high. The staff was shining, glowing brightly again, and the Orcs had to cover their eyes or go blind. Behind the wizard came the 2,000 banished soldiers of Rohan, more than willing to come home and fight. Soldiers began to run out of Helm’s Deep, swords raised as they fought valiantly. The riders killed Orcs as they passed, and between both sets of fighters the battle was soon over.

Harrison and the other members of the Fellowship came out to meet Gandalf. “Escaped did you?” The wizard asked.

He had not been there when they had locked Harrison up for safekeeping, and the boy was trying to figure out how he knew. Suddenly his eyes widened. “You!” He hissed at Legolas. “You asked them all!”

“I had to keep you safe.”

“You- You- You are never allowed to touch me again!” The boy stuttered, looking extremely angry.

Haldir came up behind them and offered Gandalf a small bow. Eómer and some of his men had joined their group, and his sister Eowyn was there as well. While she watched Aragorn closely, her eyes softening as she looked him over, her brother watched the delicate looking human. Eómer watched them curiously as Haldir turned to the beautiful human and spoke something in Elvish. (‘Did you finally bond with your mate, Princeling? And was he good to you?’)

Aragorn and Legolas both tried to smother chuckles while Harrison’s face turned a bright red colour.

“Could we not talk about that in front of others who understand us?” Harrison hissed. He steadfastly avoided his mate’s gaze, as well as Haldir’s.

Haldir frowned, but Harrison could tell he was amused and doing this on purpose. (‘But, Harrison, I need to know if he took care of you. You deserve only the best he can offer you: comfort, safety, happiness, pleasure, lots of orgas-’.) Harrison’s hand clamped down over the Elf’s mouth, cutting him off.

“That is enough, thank you,” the embarrassed boy muttered.

Harrison tried to ignore the light laughter coming from Aragorn and Legolas, but his cheeks remained red. Eómer found himself very confused, and slightly jealous, as Legolas drew the teenager against his side and kissed him. Despite Harrison’s earlier words of not allowing Legolas to touch him, he did not pull away from the kiss. Instead, he pulled his mate closer. His arms wrapped around Legolas’ shoulders, one hand cupping the back of his mate’s head as he drew him close. Legolas’ hand went to Harrison’s waist, pulling his mate’s hips against his own. Their mouths fused together, their tongues duelled with one another’s, and they held each other tightly, caressing each other’s bodies as they assured themselves that their mate was alive and whole and uninjured.

While most of the people and Elves cheered for their victory, the small group of Harrison’s friends cheered as he and his mate shared a kiss. Legolas chuckled lightly, holding tight to his lover, and he kissed him deeper. The cheering grew louder as families and friends were reunited, and the two soul mates were lost in one another, oblivious to the happiness and grief that surrounded Helm’s Deep.

Gandalf watched them with a small smile on his face. He did not interrupt them. In the end, it was him who led the others away, giving the two their privacy. They deserved to be happy while they could.

Sauron’s wrath will be terrible and it will be swift. Harrison vaguely heard the wizard say. The battle for Helm’s Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hope now rests with two little Hobbits…

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1 – "Oh my friends, my friends forgive me that I live and you are gone." - Les
Miserables – (Empty chairs at empty tables)

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Also, in answer to a question that I got at AFF: Harry is slightly more sociable than a normal person who has been kept in isolation. It probably wasn’t clear enough, but he can see Death Eater meetings, as well as meetings between Sauron and any of his followers (his curse scar cannot differentiate one Dark Lord from another), so he has been studying how different people act in different situations.

Also, the Elves have been working him like a slave for a year to teach him how to fight and run and hunt as well as learning things like their history and politics and etiquette. As the mate of an Elf, Lady Galadriel deems it necessary that Harrison knows these things.

Lastly, yes, the Horcrux is still there, and in his darker moments Harrison can feel it inside of him. It influences him at times, especially during fights, but he won’t let himself depend on it too much (just the knowledge Tom possesses).

This was meant to be a one-shot, so it wasn’t meant to be detailed and well thought out. There will be holes. The main focus is NOT, is Harry super? But whether or not Harry will fancy Legolas.

Thank you to those who read and plan to review.