This story is basically a redo of my other story Not a house elf. I'm hoping this generally has a more clear direction later on. Being honest my previous story was my first fanfic and had a lot of mistakes in it. I have renamed this one 'Elf House' for my friend 'theshadowoverlord101'.

Summary: Draco Malfoy admits that he has made a lot of mistakes. An expected turn of events, ends him up in Mirkwood - a realm of Middle Earth. What happens to him there? And what happens to the Elven King and Prince who get wound up in it all. Redo of Not A House Elf.

Elf House - SpaceElleth

Chapter 1: Awkward Introductions

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor the Lord of the rings (owned by J.R.R Tolkien) or Harry Potter (owned by J.K Rowling)

-This takes place after the deathly hallows while Harry and Ron are aurors and before the events of the hobbit-

I

It had all been so sudden, one minute he was out clearing his head in a nearby woods, the next he was being chased by around 15 hooded wizards. He whipped out his wand, dodging the trees as he ran. Hexes were flying his way as he tried to dodge them. Escaping the attacks was not as easy as it seemed, the tress restricting his movements, their long branches dropping in front of him. On top of that, masses of rocks -that the wizard once found useful for sitting on- were causing him to change direction and jump very frequently. Daring to turn behind him, Draco snapped his head back only to see one of the hooded wizards gaining on him. Said wizard fired a red spark, which slashed Draco across the hip, leaving part of his shirt torn and his skin red, burnt and bleeding. The pain was excruciating, it throbbed and seeped with every movement he made. He knew he could not carry on, he needed to stand up and fight. But surely there is no way I can take them all, he thought I'll have to run and fight. Harshly, he aimed his wand, trying to pay attention to where he was running and where he was shooting.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He cried. Thankfully, the shot had hit it's mark and his opponent fell to the ground. A second wizard had fallen over the now statue like body. Draco smirked. He aimed his wand once more - just dodging an overhanging tree branch.

"Expelliarmus!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The target and his wand had been separated. The man in question, now in a dazed heap on the floor. The gash on Draco'a side was becoming more and more painful by the second, the red flesh was weeping and bleeding on his shirt. He gripped his side, he had to hold on, whoever they were he knew he could not let them beat him. Snapping to the left he, he only saw 2 of the once 15, only to realise his mistake. He heard a booming voice from the right.

"Confringo!" A large rock in front of Draco blasted apart, the shards flying at him.

One to the shoulder. One hit his hip. Another impaled into his leg. Several more flew at him, some not sharp enough to cut the skin, however, others were. A final shard hit him in the head. Draco could feel himself falling to the ground, grasping for breath, every muscle ached. His surroundings disappeared to darkness, and he could hear nothing except a sharp ringing in his ears.

II

"That's the second new nest this week, my lord." Legolas turned to face the warrior and nodded.

"Unfortunately, it is." He said gloomily, the expanding reach of darkness on Mirkwood was something no one could deny. The prince missed the days when it was greener and safe to travel into the woods. The rivers used to be gentle and the trees were bright green. Now it was dull, cobwebs surrounded the trees - the forest was sick. There was once when the trees would speak in soft tones to the wood-elves but now they rarely spoke, and when they did, they were harsh and cold.

He turned to face the group of elves who were conversing amongst themselves. He raised his hand and the noise died down.

"We will go no further today. Gather your things we are heading back to the palace." The group of elves gathered their packs and weapons and followed Legolas.

At Legolas' side was Tauriel (one of the captains) and Feren (one of the guards for the royal family of Mirkwood). Tauriel was cleaning one her daggers, while Feren was trying to convince Legolas to let him tend to the cut on his face. Legolas tried to persuade the ellon that it was not serious ; Feren argued otherwise. The bickering amongst the two ended when the trees began to whisper.

What is it?

How did it get here?

It fell from the sky.

Is it a man?

The elves perked up, Legolas beckoning them. The elves were struggling to pin point where 'it' was, so they followed the trees who managed to give some answers to the more questioning trees. It did not take the group long to reach the clearing in which the trees were loudest, their elven agility making it a quick journey. There stood a man. A man who was several inches from the ground. A man who was seemingly floating.

III

Draco was sprawled on the ground scarred and scratched. His senses lacking. Only the sharp ringing being heard and the harrowing pain being felt. Where were the hooded men? Draco could not tell, he could not open his eyes. I am going to die here. If I am not killed by them, I will bleed to death, if not that I will die of dehydration and starvation. For merlin's sake I can't even open my eyes, let alone walk. This is it then I am going to die here.

His senses revealed nothing to him. He relaxed every muscle in the hope of a quick end. Sure enough there it was, the key to a quick end. A wizard was leaning over him he could feel it. Draco did not know what the wizard was doing all he knew, is that it would not be something good.

"Avada Kedavra." The voice snapped. Draco felt a jolt of pain coursing through him, it was only for a split second, then it was gone. His life flashed before his eyes. Death.

Is this what it is like? This is too long. Why? I can't move or feel but here I am. Still thinking, am I still living? That's not possible. The wind? Why is there wind?

His eyes managed to reopen, everything around him was slow. He could feel the coarse wind. Trees came into view.

Draco react!

He shouted to himself. No matter what was happening he had to do something. But everything was moving so slow, perhaps this is what death is - a slow fall. He was torn. This was either the end or another torture. Draco acted, the world still falling slowly around him, he pulled out his wand. The ground neared.

"Arresto momentum." He was hovering about a foot from the ground. He twitched his wrist and hit the ground. Draco was expecting immense pain from the injuries he had received earlier yet there was none. Anxiously, he looked to his side, only to see a torn shirt. This is obsurd.

Draco was distracted and stunned by the sudden lack of injuries. An arrow met his shoulder and the world around him moved normally once more. His shoulder stung and he fell backwards, taken off his feet by the unexpected attack.

There was a group in the trees their eyes fixed on him. This cannot he good he thought. So he ran and for the second time today he was being chased by a group of strangers with a strong thudding injury. Damn it! Draco had no idea where he was running, he was following a trail that looked like it had been trodden in and used. Like before he continuously checked behind him - he failed to see the red-haired and blonde elf leave the group and make their way to the trees.

IV

Legolas and Tauriel had left their patrol group in an attempt to corner the stranger. To avoid being seen they hid in the trees. Legolas and Tauriel leaped from branch to branch with a grace that only elves could achieve. Scanning the area below them, Legolas saw the pale haired man and indicated to Tauriel. The pair sped up, getting to a point where they were above and past him. The prince nodded and the two jumped descending to the ground startling the man. Legolas had noticed that the man was shaking as he moved backwards , his grip was also tight around a stick. A stick? The elf questioned to himself.

Quickly, their patrol group had caught up and surrounded the previously floating man.

V

Things were just not going his way. He thought he might have managed to out run them, but no, another two had appeared from the trees. The group that surrounded him were quite odd. They all wore a type of light armour and were armed with bows and swords. Such simple weapons. The young wizard thought to himself. The blonde elf ,who Draco had presumed was the leader, stepped forward. He leaned in towards Draco and he noticed that there was something odd about him. His ears were pointed. The leader turned to his group and yelled something in a language Draco did not understand.

A brown haired guard grabbed for his wrist, but with a sharp upward flick Draco sent the jinx ,levicorpus, straight at him and a green light flashed from his wand. The guard was suspended in the air by his ankle, his face turned a bright red and his hair fell in his face. The sharp click of bow strings sent Draco's heart beating - he could not take on such a large group, not when all their arrows were pointing at him.

"Put him down." Called a stern voice, it was the voice of the blonde leader. Admittedly, Draco was caught off guard, he was unaware they spoke English. Knowing his defeat, Draco lowered his wand and the pointed-eared man returned to the ground in a heap. The archers did not losen their hold on the bowstrings though. The red-haired lady lifted the embarrassed guard from the floor and returned to the leader's side. The blonde elf grabbed a long dagger from his back and pushed it close to Draco's throat. As if there wasn't enough pointy things aimed at me already. He thought sarcastically.

"Give me the stick." Indicating with his free hand to Draco's wand.

"Why? It doesn't do anything." He argued, wary of the blade which was still dangerously close to his throat.

"The green flash came from that stick. Give it here. I am not a half-wit." The man turned the blade upward slightly. Draco handed him the wand aggressively, knowing he would have to get it back.

VI

"Gwedhi-hon" Legolas shouted to his patrol. He ran his hands through his hair and gave an exasperated sigh. First the spiders, now this!

"What do you suggest we do, heruamin?" Asked Feren who was stood at his side.

"As we do not know who he is nor what his intentions may be, I suggest we keep him in the cell and leave his fate to the king." The prince said as Feren grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. The group began to head back once more this time with the strange man. Feren and the man were close to the middle, while Legolas was nearer to the front. Legolas needed to find out more about the man - he could not return to his ada with a prisoner he knew nothing about.

"Feren, I will take the man. Tauriel go to the front and guide the group." Hastily, Feren caught up to Legolas and bowed before leaving Legolas and the pale haired man. For a while the two walked in silence, Legolas' grip was tight on his shoulder, yet not harsh enough to cause the man much pain or discomfort.

"Who are you?" The prince spoke up, getting no reply. He needed to press the matter, he would not make a fool of himself when he got back to Mirkwood - he was the prince.

"I will ask again. Who. Are. You?" He paused between the words, he had a stern expression on his face. When a reply was delayed again he reached for the hilt of his blade, this he could tell the other took note of.

"Why should I tell you?" He retorted, it seems this one has an attitude problem (even when outnumbered). The ellon opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the unnamed man.

"My name is Draco," is that it? no explanation, no details of who he is, just a name. Draco continued after the two continued to walk in silence. "Now will you give me yours?" Legolas looked at him with intrigue, Draco had a lost look in his eyes and a sense of hopelessness.

"I am Legolas, Prince of the woodland realm of Mirkwood. As a prince I must inquire why a man such as yourself is wandering around or ... falling to the forests of Mirkwood." To this the man name Draco scoffed. Legolas looked to him and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled slightly again and raised his shoulders.

"A mere man, a mere muggle! You saw what I did. I am no muggle man - I am a wizard, from one of the most prestigious, pure-blooded wizarding families." Legolas tried not to chuckle, for he had met wizards and none of them were like Draco. The 'wizard' saw his restrained laughter and gave him a dirty look.

The two were interrupted when a guard, Legolas recognised as Himon approached them. He bowed to Legolas then gave an inquisitive look towards Draco.

"Yes Himon,"

"Heruamin, we near the gate. Tauriel says we should be there soon." To this Legolas nodded.

"It seems we are. Thank you Himon."

VII

The large trees they were recently walking under, had opened out. There were now less branches over them and Draco could see the sun seeping through the gaps. The last few trees had almost swerved inwards to create an arch way, which was followed up by a bridge-path of stone. Under the bridge ran a river, not a wild one, it was a river that was completely passive and at ease. The bridge winded and turned leading Draco and the group of pointy eared people past several surroundings Draco did not expect. They were beautiful ; the grass was green and the rivers were a clear blue. Draco felt taken aback by the contrast to what had been the dismal forest and this place.

Eventually, they reached a large set of doors. The doors looked as if they led to somewhere underground as they were quite low beneath the surface. The unreasonably sized doors were met with just as large pillars, each curving in to make an arch and then breaking off into elaborate patterns. The trees still broke out the ground, they curved a little and had an unruly look about them.

The doors opened when the group approached Legolas walking to the front and talking to the people at the door in a language he did not understand. Draco was brought inside with group. The vast halls had bridges coming out from the rock faces they had been built on. There was water rushing from some of the rocks, the sound of the water was almost calming to Draco. The hallways were lit only by amber lanterns hung through the halls - mostly coming off pillars.

Although the beauty of the halls was surely astounding, Draco couldn't help but feel on edge. Everything was so elaborate and breathtaking. In all honesty, Draco had given up trying to figure out what was happening at the moment and was trying to focus on not getting into an even worse situation.

As he was led down deeper paths by 'Himon' everything became darker, until he met an area of cells. Well, things just get better and better. The cells still had the charm of the rest of 'Mirkwood' and the rushing waterfalls, yet the rock edges around them just felt sharper. It also felt a lot more claustrophobic and confined ,however, then again cells were supposed to be like that. Himon opened the door of a cell and it gave a sharp creak as if it had not been used in a while. Sharply, Himon shoved Draco in there and locked the door, handing the key to one of the guards who was already station by the cell.

Well so that's chapter 1 redo of NAHE 2/ Elf house.

Elvish Translations:•Gwendhi-hon- Bind him•Heruamin-My lord

Ada-Father/dad

•Ellon-Male Elf (basically)

Sorry, if any of those are wrong it's just generally what I think they are(and what the internet says).I have tried to name the chapters after what they honestly are.j