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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6
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Consequences
Chapter 4: Consequences
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
A few hours later…
Glorfindel frowned. Harry had not yet returned to their rooms, and he had a bad feeling that something was wrong.
The elf-lord had learned to trust his instincts, so he walked in the direction Legolas had led Harry some time before.
“Excuse me,” Glorfindel asked a nearby servant. “Do you happen to know where Prince Legolas would be?”
“He retired some while ago, my lord,” was the response.
Glorfindel nodded, getting more worried.
“Have you seen a little Elfling anywhere?” he questioned.
The servant shook her head in the negative.
The blonde Elf frowned, continuing on his way, straining his ears all the while for sounds indicating where the little Elfling may be.
Harry was not in any of the main corridors of the castle, and Glorfindel was just about to wake
Prince Legolas in his chambers, when he heard it.
A repetitive banging sound from a nearly-abandoned area of the castle.
Glorfindel frowned, following the muffled noise.
He walked into a room to see a large bookcase in front of a door.
“Harry?” he called, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“G-Glorfindel?” was the whispered response, Harry’s voice hoarse from screaming and crying for hours. “L-let me out. P-please let me out. It is so d-dark.”
Glorfindel’s heart broke at the sound of the pain and fear in the little Elfling’s voice. He quickly pushed the bookcase aside, its weight no match for his strength.
But little Harry – that bookcase would have trapped him in that dark and cold room forever if
Glorfindel had not come to let him out. It was much too heavy for the little Elfing to move, even with all his strength.
Glorfindel quickly opened the door, and Harry came tumbling out of the room. He crawled shakily out of the darkness, latching his arms tightly around one of Glorfindel’s legs.
Glorfindel quickly scooped him up into his arms, holding him gently and rocking him comfortingly.
“Are you all right?” he asked the little Elfling, needing to know if he was physically hurt.
Harry buried his face in Glorfindel’s broad chest and did not answer.
“Little one, you have to tell me what happened,” Glorfindel stated softly.
Harry pulled back with a little sniffle, and sad green eyes stared up at him dolefully.
“H-he said we were f-friends,” was the whispery response as more tears tracked their way down that pale face. “We were going to play hide-and-seek.”
“And you hid in there, and he locked you in?” Glorfindel asked.
Harry shook his head, wrapping his arms around the blonde Elf’s neck for a hug. Glorfindel rubbed soothing circles on the slim back.
“I was the s-seeker. I had to go in to count, and then there was a scraping, and I could not get out,” the little Elfling admitted softly.
“I am sorry,” Glorfindel apologized. “I should have come looking for you earlier.”
Harry just sniffled, hiding his face in Glorfindel’s neck.
The blonde Elf strode out of the room, Harry in his arms, coming face-to-face with the young prince.
“I hope you are happy with yourself,” the elf-lord snarled. “You will come to regret this day more than any other. I will be speaking to King Thranduil about your despicable behavior. You are lucky I do not take you in hand myself.”
Then Glorfindel stepped around the shocked prince and continued down the hallway.
Betrayed green eyes stared at him accusingly over the elf-lord’s shoulder before Harry once again hid in Glorfindel’s comforting embrace.
Legolas would not realize quite how true Glorfindel’s words were until many years later.
The elf-lord had always been prophetic.
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In the morning, Glorfindel left a sleeping Harry in bed and went to go speak with the King of Mirkwood.
“Greetings,” he bid softly, and King Thranduil responded in kind.
“Your son locked Harry in a cold, dark room in the North Wing of the castle,” Glorfindel stated seriously. “I found Harry hours later, after he had screamed himself hoarse. He also admitted that the prince had been very cruel to him in the afternoon, and that he ran into the maze in tears, not in any sense of adventure. You have spoiled your son, and I fear for the future of Mirkwood if he is to one day be King.”
King Thranduil nodded, shocked at his son’s behavior.
And then anger filled him.
Anger at Legolas, and anger at himself.
His son would grow up; King Thranduil would no longer stand for his childish temper tantrums and cruel behavior.
“I will take care of it,” he informed Glorfindel seriously.
The elf-lord nodded stiffly, grey eyes piercing him sharply.
“See to it that you do,” was the cold response. “Harry and I are departing for Lothlorien this morning.”
“So soon?” King Thranduil asked sadly.
Glorfindel turned to leave the room.
“If neither I nor Harry never see your son again, it shall be too soon,” were his words of parting.
King Thranduil stared pensively as the elf-lord exited.
He needed to have words with his son.
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Glorfindel entered their chambers to find Harry awake.
“Good morning,” Glorfindel commented. “Did you sleep well?”
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. One small hand came to rub his sore throat.
“Do not speak,” the blonde Elf said gently. “I am sure that your throat will be tender for quite a while. Are you ready to leave?”
Harry stared at him with wide eyes.
“I am not going to make you stay here with that malicious child,” Glorfindel informed him. “He shames Mirkwood, and all Elves, with his despicable behavior. We are leaving for Lothlorien.”
Harry shook his head frantically.
“No?” Glorfindel questioned. “You wish to stay?”
The little Elfling shook his head even more frantically.
“R-Riv…” he managed to choke out through his sore throat.
“Rivendell?” Glorfindel asked. “You wish to go to Rivendell?”
Harry nodded calmly, staring at him with big, pleading green eyes.
How could Glorfindel say ‘no’ to that?
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King Thranduil entered his son’s chambers without knocking.
Legolas was still sleeping. How did he raise such a lazy child?
The King of Mirkwood pulled the blankets from his son, startling him awake.
“Ada?” the younger asked sleepily.
“Get up,” his father snarled. “I have never been as ashamed as I am this moment. Locking an Elfling in a cold, dark room all alone for hours? What were you thinking? Or were you not thinking at all? You are lucky Glorfindel did not kill you!”
Legolas stared back boredly as his father reprimanded him.
“I apologize,” he stated lightly, not really meaning it.
“That is not enough this time!” King Thranduil yelled. “You need to grow up. You were cruel and malicious, and you cast shame upon all of Mirkwood!”
“I shall apologize to the little thing. I am sure it will be fine,” Legolas replied.
“Little thing?” his father asked, incredulous. “Little thing? That little thing is an Elfling. A living, breathing Elfling – and the son of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien!”
“Adopted son,” the prince corrected.
King Thranduil’s eyes grew cold as he looked upon his spoilt, remorseless son.
“I have done wrong in raising you, if that is all you can say,” the King of Mirkwood stated
sadly. “Perhaps some discipline will set you back upon the proper path. You will be sent to train with the guards before joining those Elves protecting our southern border.”
“Ada!” Legolas responded, shocked. “You are sending me away?”
“Fifty years,” King Thranduil replied firmly. “Fifty years in the service of your kingdom, working side-by-side with your fellow Elves, should cure your despicable behavior. Getting up early, going to bed early, training hard and risking your life for others – I hope it matures you. Because as you are now, I could never trust you with this kingdom.”
The prince stared, shocked, as his father turned to walk out of the room.
“You leave this afternoon,” his father informed him. “Pack light.”
And with that, the King of Mirkwood left his son’s chambers.
Legolas had a lot to think about.
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Southern Border of Mirkwood, T.A. 173
A few days later…
“On the battlefield, we are all equals,” Sidhion informed his trainees calmly. “An orc will not care whether you are the son of a farmer, a tradesman, a nobleman…a king.”
With that, his dark eyes turned to pierce Legolas with a fierce stare.
“The only thing that matters on the battlefield is survival. And you will only survive if you train your hardest and keep your wits about you. You need to learn to trust and depend on your fellow Elves. No one, except Glorfindel himself, can take down a balrog single-handedly and win. You need to know and trust in each other.”
Legolas snorted in contempt, and Sidhion glared at him severely.
“Something to say, my prince?” he sneered. “I am not to give you special treatment. King Thranduil told me to work you as hard as all the other trainees. Harder, in fact.”
And with that, so began Legolas’s immersion in real life, real battle, and the real world.
It was time to grow up.
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Rivendell, T.A. 173
A few weeks later…
Harry looked on with keen eyes as Lord Elrond bandaged and healed one of the guards who had been injured in battle with orcs.
As the guard thanked Lord Elrond profusely, staring at him with respect and admiration, a determination filled Harry.
He would find a way to make himself wanted – a way to make himself needed.
He knew he would never be a great warrior. Though he would train hard, he was much too small.
And besides, ada and naneth would never let him fight…
So healing it would be…
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
So starts the transition from child to adult – Legolas and Harry are set on their paths in life…and soon those paths will cross…
Mirkwood Forest, T.A. 173
A few hours later…
Glorfindel frowned. Harry had not yet returned to their rooms, and he had a bad feeling that something was wrong.
The elf-lord had learned to trust his instincts, so he walked in the direction Legolas had led Harry some time before.
“Excuse me,” Glorfindel asked a nearby servant. “Do you happen to know where Prince Legolas would be?”
“He retired some while ago, my lord,” was the response.
Glorfindel nodded, getting more worried.
“Have you seen a little Elfling anywhere?” he questioned.
The servant shook her head in the negative.
The blonde Elf frowned, continuing on his way, straining his ears all the while for sounds indicating where the little Elfling may be.
Harry was not in any of the main corridors of the castle, and Glorfindel was just about to wake
Prince Legolas in his chambers, when he heard it.
A repetitive banging sound from a nearly-abandoned area of the castle.
Glorfindel frowned, following the muffled noise.
He walked into a room to see a large bookcase in front of a door.
“Harry?” he called, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“G-Glorfindel?” was the whispered response, Harry’s voice hoarse from screaming and crying for hours. “L-let me out. P-please let me out. It is so d-dark.”
Glorfindel’s heart broke at the sound of the pain and fear in the little Elfling’s voice. He quickly pushed the bookcase aside, its weight no match for his strength.
But little Harry – that bookcase would have trapped him in that dark and cold room forever if
Glorfindel had not come to let him out. It was much too heavy for the little Elfing to move, even with all his strength.
Glorfindel quickly opened the door, and Harry came tumbling out of the room. He crawled shakily out of the darkness, latching his arms tightly around one of Glorfindel’s legs.
Glorfindel quickly scooped him up into his arms, holding him gently and rocking him comfortingly.
“Are you all right?” he asked the little Elfling, needing to know if he was physically hurt.
Harry buried his face in Glorfindel’s broad chest and did not answer.
“Little one, you have to tell me what happened,” Glorfindel stated softly.
Harry pulled back with a little sniffle, and sad green eyes stared up at him dolefully.
“H-he said we were f-friends,” was the whispery response as more tears tracked their way down that pale face. “We were going to play hide-and-seek.”
“And you hid in there, and he locked you in?” Glorfindel asked.
Harry shook his head, wrapping his arms around the blonde Elf’s neck for a hug. Glorfindel rubbed soothing circles on the slim back.
“I was the s-seeker. I had to go in to count, and then there was a scraping, and I could not get out,” the little Elfling admitted softly.
“I am sorry,” Glorfindel apologized. “I should have come looking for you earlier.”
Harry just sniffled, hiding his face in Glorfindel’s neck.
The blonde Elf strode out of the room, Harry in his arms, coming face-to-face with the young prince.
“I hope you are happy with yourself,” the elf-lord snarled. “You will come to regret this day more than any other. I will be speaking to King Thranduil about your despicable behavior. You are lucky I do not take you in hand myself.”
Then Glorfindel stepped around the shocked prince and continued down the hallway.
Betrayed green eyes stared at him accusingly over the elf-lord’s shoulder before Harry once again hid in Glorfindel’s comforting embrace.
Legolas would not realize quite how true Glorfindel’s words were until many years later.
The elf-lord had always been prophetic.
*************************************************************************************
In the morning, Glorfindel left a sleeping Harry in bed and went to go speak with the King of Mirkwood.
“Greetings,” he bid softly, and King Thranduil responded in kind.
“Your son locked Harry in a cold, dark room in the North Wing of the castle,” Glorfindel stated seriously. “I found Harry hours later, after he had screamed himself hoarse. He also admitted that the prince had been very cruel to him in the afternoon, and that he ran into the maze in tears, not in any sense of adventure. You have spoiled your son, and I fear for the future of Mirkwood if he is to one day be King.”
King Thranduil nodded, shocked at his son’s behavior.
And then anger filled him.
Anger at Legolas, and anger at himself.
His son would grow up; King Thranduil would no longer stand for his childish temper tantrums and cruel behavior.
“I will take care of it,” he informed Glorfindel seriously.
The elf-lord nodded stiffly, grey eyes piercing him sharply.
“See to it that you do,” was the cold response. “Harry and I are departing for Lothlorien this morning.”
“So soon?” King Thranduil asked sadly.
Glorfindel turned to leave the room.
“If neither I nor Harry never see your son again, it shall be too soon,” were his words of parting.
King Thranduil stared pensively as the elf-lord exited.
He needed to have words with his son.
*************************************************************************************
Glorfindel entered their chambers to find Harry awake.
“Good morning,” Glorfindel commented. “Did you sleep well?”
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. One small hand came to rub his sore throat.
“Do not speak,” the blonde Elf said gently. “I am sure that your throat will be tender for quite a while. Are you ready to leave?”
Harry stared at him with wide eyes.
“I am not going to make you stay here with that malicious child,” Glorfindel informed him. “He shames Mirkwood, and all Elves, with his despicable behavior. We are leaving for Lothlorien.”
Harry shook his head frantically.
“No?” Glorfindel questioned. “You wish to stay?”
The little Elfling shook his head even more frantically.
“R-Riv…” he managed to choke out through his sore throat.
“Rivendell?” Glorfindel asked. “You wish to go to Rivendell?”
Harry nodded calmly, staring at him with big, pleading green eyes.
How could Glorfindel say ‘no’ to that?
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King Thranduil entered his son’s chambers without knocking.
Legolas was still sleeping. How did he raise such a lazy child?
The King of Mirkwood pulled the blankets from his son, startling him awake.
“Ada?” the younger asked sleepily.
“Get up,” his father snarled. “I have never been as ashamed as I am this moment. Locking an Elfling in a cold, dark room all alone for hours? What were you thinking? Or were you not thinking at all? You are lucky Glorfindel did not kill you!”
Legolas stared back boredly as his father reprimanded him.
“I apologize,” he stated lightly, not really meaning it.
“That is not enough this time!” King Thranduil yelled. “You need to grow up. You were cruel and malicious, and you cast shame upon all of Mirkwood!”
“I shall apologize to the little thing. I am sure it will be fine,” Legolas replied.
“Little thing?” his father asked, incredulous. “Little thing? That little thing is an Elfling. A living, breathing Elfling – and the son of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien!”
“Adopted son,” the prince corrected.
King Thranduil’s eyes grew cold as he looked upon his spoilt, remorseless son.
“I have done wrong in raising you, if that is all you can say,” the King of Mirkwood stated
sadly. “Perhaps some discipline will set you back upon the proper path. You will be sent to train with the guards before joining those Elves protecting our southern border.”
“Ada!” Legolas responded, shocked. “You are sending me away?”
“Fifty years,” King Thranduil replied firmly. “Fifty years in the service of your kingdom, working side-by-side with your fellow Elves, should cure your despicable behavior. Getting up early, going to bed early, training hard and risking your life for others – I hope it matures you. Because as you are now, I could never trust you with this kingdom.”
The prince stared, shocked, as his father turned to walk out of the room.
“You leave this afternoon,” his father informed him. “Pack light.”
And with that, the King of Mirkwood left his son’s chambers.
Legolas had a lot to think about.
*************************************************************************************
Southern Border of Mirkwood, T.A. 173
A few days later…
“On the battlefield, we are all equals,” Sidhion informed his trainees calmly. “An orc will not care whether you are the son of a farmer, a tradesman, a nobleman…a king.”
With that, his dark eyes turned to pierce Legolas with a fierce stare.
“The only thing that matters on the battlefield is survival. And you will only survive if you train your hardest and keep your wits about you. You need to learn to trust and depend on your fellow Elves. No one, except Glorfindel himself, can take down a balrog single-handedly and win. You need to know and trust in each other.”
Legolas snorted in contempt, and Sidhion glared at him severely.
“Something to say, my prince?” he sneered. “I am not to give you special treatment. King Thranduil told me to work you as hard as all the other trainees. Harder, in fact.”
And with that, so began Legolas’s immersion in real life, real battle, and the real world.
It was time to grow up.
*************************************************************************************
Rivendell, T.A. 173
A few weeks later…
Harry looked on with keen eyes as Lord Elrond bandaged and healed one of the guards who had been injured in battle with orcs.
As the guard thanked Lord Elrond profusely, staring at him with respect and admiration, a determination filled Harry.
He would find a way to make himself wanted – a way to make himself needed.
He knew he would never be a great warrior. Though he would train hard, he was much too small.
And besides, ada and naneth would never let him fight…
So healing it would be…
************************************************************************************
Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
So starts the transition from child to adult – Legolas and Harry are set on their paths in life…and soon those paths will cross…