Beauty of the Swan
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
23,808
Reviews:
68
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
6
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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.
Seeker
Chapter 3: Seeker
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
“Harry,” Glorfindel greeted his young charge as he walked into the dining hall. “You are dirty and bleeding.”
“I got lost in the maze,” Harry whispered.
It was the truth, after all.
“Why did you go in there by yourself in the first place?” the blonde Elf questioned.
Harry could feel Legolas’s grey eyes burning holes in him. He did not want to disappoint his new best friend, but he had never lied before…
“I…I wanted to go exploring,” the little Elfling responded.
Well, that was the truth as well, though it was not the answer to Glorfindel’s question.
But it was not lying, was it? Just…stretching the truth.
Besides, it was for a good cause. Legolas was his friend, and he did not want his friend to get in trouble.
And look, now Legolas was giving him a little smile.
Harry would do anything to make his only friend happy.
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Glorfindel looked at the little Elfling. Harry had dirt on his face and hands and clothing, and his leggings were torn at the knees. He had scrapes all over, though most were not bleeding any more.
The blonde Elf had a feeling there was more to the story than Harry was telling him, but he trusted the little Elfling to let him know if there was anything wrong.
He would have a little talk with Harry that night. The dining hall was definitely not the best place to have a private conversation…
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Legolas smiled to himself as the little thing took responsibility for getting lost in the maze.
He could not wait for after dinner.
The little “game” he would play with Harry would make the little Elfling not want to set eyes on Legolas ever again…
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A few hours later…
“Glorfindel, Legolas is going to show me around the castle a bit, all right?” Harry asked his guardian.
The blonde Elf nodded, glad the Elflings were getting along now. He had been worried, but Legolas had been the perfect little gentleman all throughout dinner. He held polite conversation with Harry, as well as the adults. Not to mention that he made sure Harry ate enough…the little Elfling was usually too busy being nervous to eat during formal dinners.
It would be good for Harry to have a friend.
So Glorfindel watched with satisfied eyes as Harry followed the Prince of Mirkwood down the corridor, and then they disappeared around the corner.
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“And this is the part of the castle that nobody really uses,” Legolas stated, finishing the tour in the North Wing.
“Oh,” Harry stated, looking around.
Everything was dusty, and very few torches were lit on the walls.
“Do you want to play a game now?” the prince asked.
“If you want to…” Harry responded shyly.
“I want to,” Legolas assured. “I was thinking we could play hide-and-seek. Do you know the rules?”
“I think so…Elladan and Elrohir played once, but I was not allowed,” the little Elfling admitted sadly.
“Well, we will play now,” the blonde Elf answered. “I was thinking that you could be the seeker, and I would hide. Does that sound fair?”
Green eyes widened in excitement as Harry practically bounced with happiness.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Harry chanted, bounding forward to hug Legolas about the middle.
The blonde prince looked down at the messy black hair. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do…
Almost…
“Well, then I want you to go into that room to count,” Legolas stated, motioning towards a heavy door. “Count to, say, one hundred. Really loud, so that I can hear you. Once you get to one hundred,
say ‘here I come.” And then you have to find me.”
“Sounds simple enough,” Harry responded, pulling back with a bright smile.
The little Elfling struggled to open the heavy door, and he trustingly walked into the room.
“Legolas?” he called out, his voice muffled by the door. “It is really dark in here. Do you think I can have a torch?”
“Just start counting,” Legolas instructed. “The sooner you count, the sooner you can come into the light. I do not have an extra torch.”
“All right,” Harry replied reluctantly, staring into the pitch darkness of the room. “One, two, three…”
He trailed off at the sound of scraping.
“Legolas?” he questioned. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” came the muffled reply. “I just have to find a place to hide. Keep counting.”
Harry sighed, but kept counting as his friend wanted him too. This wasn’t a very fun game…
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“Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” Harry called loudly, finished his count. “Here I come!”
Except when he went to open the door, it refused to budge, no matter how hard he pushed.
“Legolas?” he called out, frightened in the overwhelming darkness.
Before, he could keep his mind on counting, but now…
He just felt alone and scared and trapped.
No response came from the blonde Elf, and Harry continued banging on the heavy door.
He yelled and screamed until his throat was raw, but nobody came to let him out.
Harry slid with his back against the door, and he started to cry for the second time that day.
Why was he always alone?
Why had Legolas locked him in here? For he was sure that the blonde Elf knew…he knew everything about the castle. Maybe that was what the scraping was…maybe Legolas had forced the door closed on purpose.
Because he did not want to be Harry’s friend. He lied – he did not want Harry at all.
Harry sobbed in the darkness of the room. He would remember this forever.
He would never forgive the blonde Elf, and he would never, ever trust him again.
Getting played with two times in one day was more than enough.
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Legolas smirked as he heard the little thing yelling and screaming for someone to open the door and let him out. Too bad they were in a nearly-abandoned section of the castle, and someone would have to be listening closely to hear the little brat’s calls through the thick wood and the heavy book case he had pushed in front of the door.
Harry would not be getting out of there any time soon.
Legolas supposed he would go back to let him out in a couple hours.
He was done playing friend, anyway. The little thing was nothing but annoying…
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Well, second chapter today. The next chapter will involve the transition from childhood to adulthood…
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
“Harry,” Glorfindel greeted his young charge as he walked into the dining hall. “You are dirty and bleeding.”
“I got lost in the maze,” Harry whispered.
It was the truth, after all.
“Why did you go in there by yourself in the first place?” the blonde Elf questioned.
Harry could feel Legolas’s grey eyes burning holes in him. He did not want to disappoint his new best friend, but he had never lied before…
“I…I wanted to go exploring,” the little Elfling responded.
Well, that was the truth as well, though it was not the answer to Glorfindel’s question.
But it was not lying, was it? Just…stretching the truth.
Besides, it was for a good cause. Legolas was his friend, and he did not want his friend to get in trouble.
And look, now Legolas was giving him a little smile.
Harry would do anything to make his only friend happy.
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Glorfindel looked at the little Elfling. Harry had dirt on his face and hands and clothing, and his leggings were torn at the knees. He had scrapes all over, though most were not bleeding any more.
The blonde Elf had a feeling there was more to the story than Harry was telling him, but he trusted the little Elfling to let him know if there was anything wrong.
He would have a little talk with Harry that night. The dining hall was definitely not the best place to have a private conversation…
************************************************************************************
Legolas smiled to himself as the little thing took responsibility for getting lost in the maze.
He could not wait for after dinner.
The little “game” he would play with Harry would make the little Elfling not want to set eyes on Legolas ever again…
*************************************************************************************
A few hours later…
“Glorfindel, Legolas is going to show me around the castle a bit, all right?” Harry asked his guardian.
The blonde Elf nodded, glad the Elflings were getting along now. He had been worried, but Legolas had been the perfect little gentleman all throughout dinner. He held polite conversation with Harry, as well as the adults. Not to mention that he made sure Harry ate enough…the little Elfling was usually too busy being nervous to eat during formal dinners.
It would be good for Harry to have a friend.
So Glorfindel watched with satisfied eyes as Harry followed the Prince of Mirkwood down the corridor, and then they disappeared around the corner.
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“And this is the part of the castle that nobody really uses,” Legolas stated, finishing the tour in the North Wing.
“Oh,” Harry stated, looking around.
Everything was dusty, and very few torches were lit on the walls.
“Do you want to play a game now?” the prince asked.
“If you want to…” Harry responded shyly.
“I want to,” Legolas assured. “I was thinking we could play hide-and-seek. Do you know the rules?”
“I think so…Elladan and Elrohir played once, but I was not allowed,” the little Elfling admitted sadly.
“Well, we will play now,” the blonde Elf answered. “I was thinking that you could be the seeker, and I would hide. Does that sound fair?”
Green eyes widened in excitement as Harry practically bounced with happiness.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Harry chanted, bounding forward to hug Legolas about the middle.
The blonde prince looked down at the messy black hair. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do…
Almost…
“Well, then I want you to go into that room to count,” Legolas stated, motioning towards a heavy door. “Count to, say, one hundred. Really loud, so that I can hear you. Once you get to one hundred,
say ‘here I come.” And then you have to find me.”
“Sounds simple enough,” Harry responded, pulling back with a bright smile.
The little Elfling struggled to open the heavy door, and he trustingly walked into the room.
“Legolas?” he called out, his voice muffled by the door. “It is really dark in here. Do you think I can have a torch?”
“Just start counting,” Legolas instructed. “The sooner you count, the sooner you can come into the light. I do not have an extra torch.”
“All right,” Harry replied reluctantly, staring into the pitch darkness of the room. “One, two, three…”
He trailed off at the sound of scraping.
“Legolas?” he questioned. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” came the muffled reply. “I just have to find a place to hide. Keep counting.”
Harry sighed, but kept counting as his friend wanted him too. This wasn’t a very fun game…
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“Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” Harry called loudly, finished his count. “Here I come!”
Except when he went to open the door, it refused to budge, no matter how hard he pushed.
“Legolas?” he called out, frightened in the overwhelming darkness.
Before, he could keep his mind on counting, but now…
He just felt alone and scared and trapped.
No response came from the blonde Elf, and Harry continued banging on the heavy door.
He yelled and screamed until his throat was raw, but nobody came to let him out.
Harry slid with his back against the door, and he started to cry for the second time that day.
Why was he always alone?
Why had Legolas locked him in here? For he was sure that the blonde Elf knew…he knew everything about the castle. Maybe that was what the scraping was…maybe Legolas had forced the door closed on purpose.
Because he did not want to be Harry’s friend. He lied – he did not want Harry at all.
Harry sobbed in the darkness of the room. He would remember this forever.
He would never forgive the blonde Elf, and he would never, ever trust him again.
Getting played with two times in one day was more than enough.
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Legolas smirked as he heard the little thing yelling and screaming for someone to open the door and let him out. Too bad they were in a nearly-abandoned section of the castle, and someone would have to be listening closely to hear the little brat’s calls through the thick wood and the heavy book case he had pushed in front of the door.
Harry would not be getting out of there any time soon.
Legolas supposed he would go back to let him out in a couple hours.
He was done playing friend, anyway. The little thing was nothing but annoying…
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Well, second chapter today. The next chapter will involve the transition from childhood to adulthood…