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:
23,812
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.
Beauty
Chapter 7: Beauty
Rivendell, T.A. 241
“Prince Legolas?” Harry questioned, snapping the blonde out of his reverie.
“H-Harry?” he stuttered, disbelieved.
That tiny Elfling with too big eyes and shy demeanor grew into this beauty?
“I am Harry of Lothlorien, and this is Edenost, son of Lainadan, a member of our guard,” the gorgeous Elf introduced. “Now come along. We must bring your friend to the healing chambers.”
Legolas nodded blankly, struck still by the beauty before him.
“Prince Legolas?” Harry called back. “Do you wish for Edenost to carry him?”
The blonde snapped out of his trance, gently picking Herion up from his place on the banks.
He did not want Harry to think him incompetent.
And Legolas conveniently forgot the fact that Harry of Lothlorien probably considered him a lot worse than incompetent.
Malicious and cruel and manipulative are traits that come to mind…
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“Please place him in the center bed,” Harry instructed softly. “And perhaps you wish to sit as well? You must be tired from your journey.”
Legolas nodded, gently placing Herion where Harry indicated. Then he sat in the chair at his friend’s bedside.
Harry did not even spare him another glance before getting to work. He unwrapped the makeshift bandages, applied healing salves, and rewrapped the wounds with heavy gauze.
All the while, Legolas’s grey eyes watched his every action, entranced by the grace in those delicate hands and the concern in those bright green eyes and the slight sway of those slim hips as Harry moved around.
“Do you need something, Prince Legolas?” Edenost snarled, not liking the way the blonde was eyeing his friend.
Grey eyes met deep brown, and they exchanged fierce looks.
“Prince Legolas?” Harry cut in, oblivious to the tension. “Your friend will be fine. I imagine he shall wake up in a few hours. You should probably eat and bathe whilst he is sleeping.”
Legolas looked down at himself, and he felt his pride crumble just a bit. He was standing before the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen, and his tunic was worn and dirty and bloody, and his skin and hair needed a good wash.
What a great first impression.
Or second impression, anyway…
“Edenost will show you to your chambers,” Harry instructed, frowning as the prince did not respond.
Perhaps Legolas had hit his head? Maybe Harry should check…
“Prince Legolas, did you sustain any injuries in your journey?” Harry questioned softly. “Do I need to examine you.”
Legolas startled out of his thoughts on his poor appearance.
“I am uninjured,” the blonde replied. “Perhaps I should eat and bathe before Herion wakes up…”
Harry stared after the prince as Legolas left the healing chambers. Harry motioned for Edenost to follow Legolas and steer him in the right direction – the prince did not know where to go, after all, though he must have forgotten that…
What a strange Elf that malicious, cruel Elfling had grown into…
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“Stay away from Harry,” Edenost ordered as soon as they were far enough away from the healing chambers. “He does not need yet another lovestruck fool chasing after him.”
Legolas cut a glance towards the tall brunette walking at his side.
“Who are you to tell me to stay away from him? It is his choice, after all…And what do you mean by ‘another lovestruck fool’?” the prince responded.
“I am his best friend and his second fiercest protector,” Edenost answered. “I would threaten you, but I know that if you hurt him Glorfindel will remove your head before I can even react. And do you really think that you are the first to have noticed his beauty? He is considered the prize of both Lothlorien and Rivendell.”
Legolas huffed, unhappy at both the threat and the knowledge of competition.
“These are your chambers,” Edenost stated. “The baths are attached. Remember what I said. Keep your eyes and your hands and your mouth to yourself.”
The blonde looked upon this mere guard that dared order him around.
“We will see what Harry thinks,” was his response before he slipped into the guest chambers.
Edenost glared at the closed door.
Glorfindel had warned him that Prince Legolas was coming to visit Rivendell for the celebration of the birthing, and the elf-lord had told Edenost that the prince was cruel and arrogant and manipulative. That he had hurt Harry in the past, and that he might attempt to do so again.
Neither had expected Legolas to present the danger of a suitor.
Edenost turned towards Glorfindel’s quarters. He needed to have words with the blonde.
Legolas would be kept away from Harry.
His best friend did not need yet another person after him for his overwhelming beauty and high position in society.
He needed someone to love him for himself – for his kindness and compassion and inner goodness.
Prince Legolas was not the Elf for the job, as far as Edenost was concerned.
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A few hours later…
“Mmm,” came the pained moan from the center bed.
“Shh,” Harry soothed, brushing bronze hair back from a strong forehead. “You are going to be fine, just relax.”
“Whaa..?” Herion murmured, opening his eyes slowly.
His breath caught at the beauty looking down at him with a gentle smile.
“I am Harry of Lothlorien, and you are in the healing chambers at Rivendell,” the green-eyed Elf informed him softly. “Let me get you something to drink.”
“H-Herion,” the injured Elf stuttered.
“Pardon?” Harry responded with an adorably confused expression.
“My name…Herion, son of Valandil,” Herion stated.
He got a soft smile in return, as Harry held a cup of water to his lips.
“Pleased to meet you, Herion, son of Valandil,” was the murmured response. “Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.”
Herion flushed as Harry once again pushed his hair away from his face. Those soft fingers brushed lightly against his skin, and he just wanted to reach up and…
“You are flushed. Are you feverish?” Harry questioned, laying a soft hand upon his brow and then leaning down to press those full lips against his forehead.
“No warmer than usual,” the beautiful Elf murmured. “You really should rest some more. Perhaps some poison is still left in your system.”
Herion nodded, glad for the excuse. It would not do for the healer to know his flustered state was due to the beauty’s proximity.
“Legolas?” he murmured before he drifted off, finally remembering his prince.
“He just stepped out for some food and a bath,” came the soft response before sleep claimed him.
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Author’s Note: Short chapter, I know. But it will be heating up a bit next chapter, so I just needed some transition…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Characters: I do not actually have any original characters – they are just Harry Potter characters with names translated to Elvish. Herion is actually Cedric…
Rivendell, T.A. 241
“Prince Legolas?” Harry questioned, snapping the blonde out of his reverie.
“H-Harry?” he stuttered, disbelieved.
That tiny Elfling with too big eyes and shy demeanor grew into this beauty?
“I am Harry of Lothlorien, and this is Edenost, son of Lainadan, a member of our guard,” the gorgeous Elf introduced. “Now come along. We must bring your friend to the healing chambers.”
Legolas nodded blankly, struck still by the beauty before him.
“Prince Legolas?” Harry called back. “Do you wish for Edenost to carry him?”
The blonde snapped out of his trance, gently picking Herion up from his place on the banks.
He did not want Harry to think him incompetent.
And Legolas conveniently forgot the fact that Harry of Lothlorien probably considered him a lot worse than incompetent.
Malicious and cruel and manipulative are traits that come to mind…
*************************************************************************************
“Please place him in the center bed,” Harry instructed softly. “And perhaps you wish to sit as well? You must be tired from your journey.”
Legolas nodded, gently placing Herion where Harry indicated. Then he sat in the chair at his friend’s bedside.
Harry did not even spare him another glance before getting to work. He unwrapped the makeshift bandages, applied healing salves, and rewrapped the wounds with heavy gauze.
All the while, Legolas’s grey eyes watched his every action, entranced by the grace in those delicate hands and the concern in those bright green eyes and the slight sway of those slim hips as Harry moved around.
“Do you need something, Prince Legolas?” Edenost snarled, not liking the way the blonde was eyeing his friend.
Grey eyes met deep brown, and they exchanged fierce looks.
“Prince Legolas?” Harry cut in, oblivious to the tension. “Your friend will be fine. I imagine he shall wake up in a few hours. You should probably eat and bathe whilst he is sleeping.”
Legolas looked down at himself, and he felt his pride crumble just a bit. He was standing before the most beautiful Elf he had ever seen, and his tunic was worn and dirty and bloody, and his skin and hair needed a good wash.
What a great first impression.
Or second impression, anyway…
“Edenost will show you to your chambers,” Harry instructed, frowning as the prince did not respond.
Perhaps Legolas had hit his head? Maybe Harry should check…
“Prince Legolas, did you sustain any injuries in your journey?” Harry questioned softly. “Do I need to examine you.”
Legolas startled out of his thoughts on his poor appearance.
“I am uninjured,” the blonde replied. “Perhaps I should eat and bathe before Herion wakes up…”
Harry stared after the prince as Legolas left the healing chambers. Harry motioned for Edenost to follow Legolas and steer him in the right direction – the prince did not know where to go, after all, though he must have forgotten that…
What a strange Elf that malicious, cruel Elfling had grown into…
*************************************************************************************
“Stay away from Harry,” Edenost ordered as soon as they were far enough away from the healing chambers. “He does not need yet another lovestruck fool chasing after him.”
Legolas cut a glance towards the tall brunette walking at his side.
“Who are you to tell me to stay away from him? It is his choice, after all…And what do you mean by ‘another lovestruck fool’?” the prince responded.
“I am his best friend and his second fiercest protector,” Edenost answered. “I would threaten you, but I know that if you hurt him Glorfindel will remove your head before I can even react. And do you really think that you are the first to have noticed his beauty? He is considered the prize of both Lothlorien and Rivendell.”
Legolas huffed, unhappy at both the threat and the knowledge of competition.
“These are your chambers,” Edenost stated. “The baths are attached. Remember what I said. Keep your eyes and your hands and your mouth to yourself.”
The blonde looked upon this mere guard that dared order him around.
“We will see what Harry thinks,” was his response before he slipped into the guest chambers.
Edenost glared at the closed door.
Glorfindel had warned him that Prince Legolas was coming to visit Rivendell for the celebration of the birthing, and the elf-lord had told Edenost that the prince was cruel and arrogant and manipulative. That he had hurt Harry in the past, and that he might attempt to do so again.
Neither had expected Legolas to present the danger of a suitor.
Edenost turned towards Glorfindel’s quarters. He needed to have words with the blonde.
Legolas would be kept away from Harry.
His best friend did not need yet another person after him for his overwhelming beauty and high position in society.
He needed someone to love him for himself – for his kindness and compassion and inner goodness.
Prince Legolas was not the Elf for the job, as far as Edenost was concerned.
*************************************************************************************
A few hours later…
“Mmm,” came the pained moan from the center bed.
“Shh,” Harry soothed, brushing bronze hair back from a strong forehead. “You are going to be fine, just relax.”
“Whaa..?” Herion murmured, opening his eyes slowly.
His breath caught at the beauty looking down at him with a gentle smile.
“I am Harry of Lothlorien, and you are in the healing chambers at Rivendell,” the green-eyed Elf informed him softly. “Let me get you something to drink.”
“H-Herion,” the injured Elf stuttered.
“Pardon?” Harry responded with an adorably confused expression.
“My name…Herion, son of Valandil,” Herion stated.
He got a soft smile in return, as Harry held a cup of water to his lips.
“Pleased to meet you, Herion, son of Valandil,” was the murmured response. “Though I wish it could be under better circumstances.”
Herion flushed as Harry once again pushed his hair away from his face. Those soft fingers brushed lightly against his skin, and he just wanted to reach up and…
“You are flushed. Are you feverish?” Harry questioned, laying a soft hand upon his brow and then leaning down to press those full lips against his forehead.
“No warmer than usual,” the beautiful Elf murmured. “You really should rest some more. Perhaps some poison is still left in your system.”
Herion nodded, glad for the excuse. It would not do for the healer to know his flustered state was due to the beauty’s proximity.
“Legolas?” he murmured before he drifted off, finally remembering his prince.
“He just stepped out for some food and a bath,” came the soft response before sleep claimed him.
*************************************************************************************
Author’s Note: Short chapter, I know. But it will be heating up a bit next chapter, so I just needed some transition…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Characters: I do not actually have any original characters – they are just Harry Potter characters with names translated to Elvish. Herion is actually Cedric…