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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:
23,813
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.
Damage
Chapter 8: Damage
Rivendell, T.A. 241
Where we last left off…
Harry smiled softly as his patient gently drifted off. He was glad he had been collecting herbs this afternoon, because he knew Herion would not have survived the trip to the healing chambers without immediate care.
The door to the healing chambers opened, and Harry turned to face the newcomer.
“Suiauthon,” he greeted the large Elf, eyes scanning him automatically for injuries and thankfully finding none.
“Harry,” Suiauthon responded, a soft smile stretching the normally hard lines of his face. “I heard that you had an eventful afternoon.”
“Quite,” Harry answered with a tired smile.
The larger Elf walked up to Harry and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Do you wish for me to watch over him while you rest?” Suiauthon offered, dark eyes gazing down upon Harry fondly.
The beautiful Elf murmured a soft “no” into the broad chest, leaning against him heavily.
Suiauthon ran one large hand through the silky black hair soothingly, utterly enchanted with the sleepy healer.
“You will be no help to anyone if you are dead on your feet,” the warrior pointed out
helpfully. “Just take a short rest in one of the extra beds. You have plenty right now.”
One green eye opened to peek up at him.
“Why does everyone always try to take care of me?” Harry muttered. “I am no longer an Elfling.”
Suiauthon laughed softly, guiding Harry over to a bed.
“We take care of you because we love you,” he murmured softly, unashamed to admit his feelings.
“Suiauthon…” Harry trailed off, unsure what to say.
“Now is not the time, I know,” his friend replied gruffly. “It is never quite the time. I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.”
“I am not…” Harry trailed off at Suiauthon’s intense gaze.
“You are blind,” the larger Elf stated, pulling back the bed covers and gesturing for Harry to lie down. “Any Elf would be glad to have you.”
“I just…I cannot…” Harry stated helplessly. “It…scares me.”
“Love?” Suiauthon asked.
“Of a romantic nature,” the beautiful Elf admitted. “I am afraid to give my heart only to find that it is truly unwanted. I do not wish to burden anyone with me for eternity.”
“It would be a gift,” was the passionate response. “One that should be treasured and protected for all eternity.”
“I am happy as I am,” Harry stated firmly. “I do not need anything more.”
Sauiathon sighed, used to Harry’s declarations that he did not need romantic love.
Sometimes it was hard enough to get him to accept friendship from anyone but Glorfindel and Edenost.
“One day, someone will capture your heart and you will see that the risk is worth it,” the larger Elf declared. “One day, I hope that someone will be me.”
“Maybe…” Harry whispered, finally getting into the bed. “I…wake me up if Herion stirs.”
Sauiathon accepted the change of subject, just as he always did.
If he ever found out who so shattered Harry’s views of his own self-worth, that person was one dead Elf…
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Author’s Note: This is a really, really short chapter – but it is a Sunday, and I did not think I would get anything out today. I just wanted to introduce Sauiathon and show some of the psychological damage inflicted upon Harry during his childhood…He can’t be too well-adjusted…
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. Sauiathon is Marcus. But do not worry – he is only this soft when Harry is the only one around…we will see his fierce temper in future chapters…
Rivendell, T.A. 241
Where we last left off…
Harry smiled softly as his patient gently drifted off. He was glad he had been collecting herbs this afternoon, because he knew Herion would not have survived the trip to the healing chambers without immediate care.
The door to the healing chambers opened, and Harry turned to face the newcomer.
“Suiauthon,” he greeted the large Elf, eyes scanning him automatically for injuries and thankfully finding none.
“Harry,” Suiauthon responded, a soft smile stretching the normally hard lines of his face. “I heard that you had an eventful afternoon.”
“Quite,” Harry answered with a tired smile.
The larger Elf walked up to Harry and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Do you wish for me to watch over him while you rest?” Suiauthon offered, dark eyes gazing down upon Harry fondly.
The beautiful Elf murmured a soft “no” into the broad chest, leaning against him heavily.
Suiauthon ran one large hand through the silky black hair soothingly, utterly enchanted with the sleepy healer.
“You will be no help to anyone if you are dead on your feet,” the warrior pointed out
helpfully. “Just take a short rest in one of the extra beds. You have plenty right now.”
One green eye opened to peek up at him.
“Why does everyone always try to take care of me?” Harry muttered. “I am no longer an Elfling.”
Suiauthon laughed softly, guiding Harry over to a bed.
“We take care of you because we love you,” he murmured softly, unashamed to admit his feelings.
“Suiauthon…” Harry trailed off, unsure what to say.
“Now is not the time, I know,” his friend replied gruffly. “It is never quite the time. I wish you could see just how beautiful you are.”
“I am not…” Harry trailed off at Suiauthon’s intense gaze.
“You are blind,” the larger Elf stated, pulling back the bed covers and gesturing for Harry to lie down. “Any Elf would be glad to have you.”
“I just…I cannot…” Harry stated helplessly. “It…scares me.”
“Love?” Suiauthon asked.
“Of a romantic nature,” the beautiful Elf admitted. “I am afraid to give my heart only to find that it is truly unwanted. I do not wish to burden anyone with me for eternity.”
“It would be a gift,” was the passionate response. “One that should be treasured and protected for all eternity.”
“I am happy as I am,” Harry stated firmly. “I do not need anything more.”
Sauiathon sighed, used to Harry’s declarations that he did not need romantic love.
Sometimes it was hard enough to get him to accept friendship from anyone but Glorfindel and Edenost.
“One day, someone will capture your heart and you will see that the risk is worth it,” the larger Elf declared. “One day, I hope that someone will be me.”
“Maybe…” Harry whispered, finally getting into the bed. “I…wake me up if Herion stirs.”
Sauiathon accepted the change of subject, just as he always did.
If he ever found out who so shattered Harry’s views of his own self-worth, that person was one dead Elf…
*************************************************************************************
Author’s Note: This is a really, really short chapter – but it is a Sunday, and I did not think I would get anything out today. I just wanted to introduce Sauiathon and show some of the psychological damage inflicted upon Harry during his childhood…He can’t be too well-adjusted…
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. Sauiathon is Marcus. But do not worry – he is only this soft when Harry is the only one around…we will see his fierce temper in future chapters…