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Summary: A Crossover fic of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, the Labyrinth, and maybe Pirates of the Carribean. What happens when the book the Labyrinth is found. Warning:Contains slash. hp/dm l/j wt/js
A/N: If you do not like slash, do not read!
***
Legolas sighed as he closed the red leather bound book. He ran his fingers over the gold embossed title: The Labyrinth.
He flipped to the beginning of the story, slightly tearing as he read for the umpteenth time how Sarah, fifteen-year-old, naive, female Sarah, had summoned the handsome Goblin King and he, Legolas, immortal male elf, could not. Wiping aside a tear, he closed the book and muttered to himself.
"If only I knew how I can summon myself to his side. I belong there, not her!" Legolas spat out the last syllable with loathing.
Legolas had been carrying on as such for months since the fateful book had been in his hands. He was in love, a shameful love for another male. He had been torn between hating himself and loving Jareth, the Goblin King. Locking himself into his room, he had come to the conclusion to go to Jareth, no matter what the consequences are.
Kneeling on the ground, Legolas cried out, "I wish I could be with my Goblin King, right now!" Immediately the room lost power and an owl's wings were heard.
***
Harry Potter wasn't having a good day. Once again Professor Snape, his Potions master, had paired him up with one Draco Malfoy, pride of Slytherin and bane of Harry's existence. To top it all off, Ron and Hermione finally noticed the gender of the other and started a relationship. The trio was now a couple and Harry. "It figures, doesn't it?" Harry queried to no one in particular.
Harry had been walking through the halls for about an hour now. Suddenly he found himself in the dungeons. He rounded a corner and strode off. Unfortunately, he slammed right into Draco.
"Watch it Potter!" Draco exclaimed, stooping down to pick up his dropped books, as Harry went to help him. Harry looked up and by pure accident, their lips met.
The expressions on the two boys' faces were a combination of surprise and confusion. Harry blushed, and averted his eyes from Draco.
//Creepy,// thought Draco. //Harry... no, Potter, looks adorable when he's blushing. Gah, what am I saying! //
"I'm sorry I collided with you Malfoy," Harry managed to say, trying not to look at Malfoy, and failing.
Draco looked at Harry quizzically, and seemingly made up his mind abut something. He looked right into Harry's emerald eyes and softly said, "My father is Malfoy. I'd rather you call me Draco, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened. His normally mussed hair seemed messier than usual, and his eyes blazed a bright green.
***
In a whirlwind of glitter and sparkles, Jareth appeared in front of the kneeling elf. Looking with disbelief at the object of his affection, Legolas's eyes widened with shock.
"Are you ready?" Jareth asked, silver-gold hair blowing gently above mismatched eyes of green and blue.
Legolas stood up and nodded his head glibly. Jareth looked at the elf and his eye shined with possibility.
***
Back in his dorm, Harry closed the crimson curtains and lay down in his bed. //He wants me to call him Draco. He called me Harry. We kissed. Oh god! // Harry's thoughts were spinning until he was broken out of his reverie by a large eagle owl that weaseled its way under the curtains. Harry removed the parchment and eagerly read the note:
Harry,
Meet me in the Charms room in 20 minutes. Bring your cloak; we're going to need it.
Draco
Harry looked at his watch. It was 11:40. He was meeting Draco at midnight. //What did I get myself into? //
***
Draco took out a red leather bound book and ran his fingers over the gold embossed title. This book had kept Draco's head above the waters of depression. When Harry refused his friendship, his entire world came crashing down around his ears. The book led Draco to realize that Harry might've done what he did because that was the right thing, but not the thing he wanted to do. Draco even resembled Jareth with his silver hair and slight frame. However, it was Harry's hair that had the wild look to it, and Draco's eyes were a bright silver color.
Of course it would've been easier if the bloody git would stop being noble and give in to Draco.
Tonight Draco was going to show Harry the book. Draco sat in the darkened Charms room comparing Harry's dark hair, fair skin, fiery temper and beauty to that of Sarah. Harry's green eyes were much more captivating than any brown could be. Just then Draco felt Harry enter the room, and saw Harry remove his invisibility cloak.
"Harry," Draco stated quietly.
"Draco," Harry countered.
And with that invitation, Draco began.
***
Legolas opened his eyes and was in a stone room that was focused on a throne. //The throne room...// Legolas mused.
Jareth sat down on the throne draping his legs over the arms. He was staring intently at the elf, watching the expressions flit upon his face. He stood up, and stepped toward the elf with an unreadable expression in his mismatched eyes. He brought his hand out and ran his gloved fingers across the elf's fair cheek. Legolas visibly shuddered and closed his eyes at the contact.
"What is your name?" questioned Jareth, withdrawing his hand.
"Legolas of Mirkwood, at your service," replied the elf happily, bowing at his introduction.
Clasping Legolas's hand, and bringing it up to his lips, Jareth said, "It is a pleasure to meet you," and looked into the elf's clear blue eyes.
Blushing, Legolas replied, "And an honor to meet you, your highness."
Jareth's eyes flashed at the mention of his title. "There is no need for formalities, dearest Legolas. Address me as Jareth, as I will call you by your name also."
Flushing a deep crimson, all the elf could do was nod in agreement.
***
Harry looked questionably into Draco's stormy grey eyes. Knowing full well that this was not homework consultation or something as equally light, Harry felt the telltale butterflies invade his stomach and his heart race. //Hopefully, I'm not the only one// Harry thought.
Draco stood up and began to rub his fingers along a red leather book. Harry tilted his head to read the title: The Labyrinth.
"Harry, do you remember in our first year when I offered my friendship?" Draco asked.
"Yes, you insulted Ron in the process," Harry answered loftily.
"Well, I wasn't told to befriend you by my parents or anything like that. I wanted to be your friend ever since the day we met in the robe shop. I didn't know how to go about it, so I babbled on about Slytherin and my distaste of Hufflepuff. My whole life consisted of people I needed to be acquainted with. I never knew how to be friendly, let alone how to make a friend. I offered all that I could, my protection.
"But my failure at friendliness followed. Every time I saw you with Ron and Hermione I was reminded of my failure. So I did all I knew how to do, make your life as miserable as mine. I wasn't insulting and fighting because I hated you, I did that out of pure jealousy. Ron Weasely, with his huge family and pitifully small income had you. Hermione Granger, a know-it-all Muggle-born had you. And I, Draco Malfoy, only child of one of the richest pureblood wizarding families, did not.
"I promised that each day was to be the last day I'd torment you, only to make the same promise the next day. I was becoming bitter, and I didn't know where to turn until I found this Muggle book in the hallway. I read it and only then did I understand. It is this book that saved me," Draco, finished with his story, sat down and looked at Harry. The Gryffindor stood up, and enveloped the blond in a hug.
Mouth at his ear, Harry whispered, "It's never too late to start a friendship."
***
Legolas gazed at the beautiful creature in front of him. A white flowing poet's shirt open at the throat revealing a silver pendant was tucked into form-fitting back tights that accentuated the Goblin King's assets. Boots that ended mid-calf finished off the look that was purely individual. Anyone else would look foolish. Jareth, however, looked regal.
Jareth could feel the elfin eyes on him, devouring the sight as if he could vanish any minute. This could very well happen. Besides, the elf had yet to be brought to his room, and Jareth was still waiting for his other guests.
"Follow me Legolas," Jareth instructed.
Legolas, of course, did what he was told. Keeping an eye on the Fae, he looked around at the stone castle. The hallways twisted and turned, and Legolas had the creeping suspicion that the halls didn't have a designated floor, wall, or ceiling. The stones seemed damp, yet were warm and dry to the touch. Everywhere, it seemed, were glitter and sparkles.
Jareth rapped twice on a door, which open to reveal a bedroom. Near the window was a four-poster bed with a gauzy canopy, dark cherry wood dressers, bureau, nightstand, and a matching desk. A fireplace was lit and log crackled merrily in the hearth. A gigantic grandfather clock stood imposingly in a corner, boldly showing its face with thirteen numbers in Roman numerals.
***
Draco tentatively put his arms around the other boy's shoulders. Seeing no shudders from Harry, he began to relax and lean into the hug. He closed his eyes and smiled.
He stepped back and looked at Harry, whose smile started to turn into a perplexed frown. Harry's face was starting to look worried. Draco cautiously reaches out to stroke his face, causing the frown to melt back into a contented smile. "Draco," Harry began as Draco's lips once again crashed against his for the second time that day.
//Wow,// Harry thought.
//Wow,// Draco thought.
Mouths separating for air, they quickly reunited to blossom into a full out snog fest. Hand fumbled at the clasps of robes, and soon all extraneous articles of clothing were strewn about the classroom floor.
Draco's hands were raking through the soft silk that was Harry's hair. //How can anyone have hair this soft? // He barely wondered in a moment of coherency. His hair, loosened by similar ministrations from Harry, hung loosely about his face.
"You shouldn't gel silk like this back. It's too beautiful to hide," Harry murmered, playing with Draco's hair.
A smile flickered across Draco's face. "If only I had known that sooner. Seducing you might've been much easier," Draco gently teased Harry, who he had pulled onto his lap on the floor.
"You did not seduce me!" Harry exclaimed, partly in shock from discovering himself on Draco's lap.
"Your body says otherwise," Draco pointed out.
Harry decided not to respond, save by snuggling against Draco's chest. Draco put his arms around the raven-haired boy, keeping him close.
***
Summary: A Crossover fic of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, the Labyrinth, and maybe Pirates of the Carribean. What happens when the book the Labyrinth is found. Warning:Contains slash. hp/dm l/j wt/js
A/N: If you do not like slash, do not read!
***
Legolas sighed as he closed the red leather bound book. He ran his fingers over the gold embossed title: The Labyrinth.
He flipped to the beginning of the story, slightly tearing as he read for the umpteenth time how Sarah, fifteen-year-old, naive, female Sarah, had summoned the handsome Goblin King and he, Legolas, immortal male elf, could not. Wiping aside a tear, he closed the book and muttered to himself.
"If only I knew how I can summon myself to his side. I belong there, not her!" Legolas spat out the last syllable with loathing.
Legolas had been carrying on as such for months since the fateful book had been in his hands. He was in love, a shameful love for another male. He had been torn between hating himself and loving Jareth, the Goblin King. Locking himself into his room, he had come to the conclusion to go to Jareth, no matter what the consequences are.
Kneeling on the ground, Legolas cried out, "I wish I could be with my Goblin King, right now!" Immediately the room lost power and an owl's wings were heard.
***
Harry Potter wasn't having a good day. Once again Professor Snape, his Potions master, had paired him up with one Draco Malfoy, pride of Slytherin and bane of Harry's existence. To top it all off, Ron and Hermione finally noticed the gender of the other and started a relationship. The trio was now a couple and Harry. "It figures, doesn't it?" Harry queried to no one in particular.
Harry had been walking through the halls for about an hour now. Suddenly he found himself in the dungeons. He rounded a corner and strode off. Unfortunately, he slammed right into Draco.
"Watch it Potter!" Draco exclaimed, stooping down to pick up his dropped books, as Harry went to help him. Harry looked up and by pure accident, their lips met.
The expressions on the two boys' faces were a combination of surprise and confusion. Harry blushed, and averted his eyes from Draco.
//Creepy,// thought Draco. //Harry... no, Potter, looks adorable when he's blushing. Gah, what am I saying! //
"I'm sorry I collided with you Malfoy," Harry managed to say, trying not to look at Malfoy, and failing.
Draco looked at Harry quizzically, and seemingly made up his mind abut something. He looked right into Harry's emerald eyes and softly said, "My father is Malfoy. I'd rather you call me Draco, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened. His normally mussed hair seemed messier than usual, and his eyes blazed a bright green.
***
In a whirlwind of glitter and sparkles, Jareth appeared in front of the kneeling elf. Looking with disbelief at the object of his affection, Legolas's eyes widened with shock.
"Are you ready?" Jareth asked, silver-gold hair blowing gently above mismatched eyes of green and blue.
Legolas stood up and nodded his head glibly. Jareth looked at the elf and his eye shined with possibility.
***
Back in his dorm, Harry closed the crimson curtains and lay down in his bed. //He wants me to call him Draco. He called me Harry. We kissed. Oh god! // Harry's thoughts were spinning until he was broken out of his reverie by a large eagle owl that weaseled its way under the curtains. Harry removed the parchment and eagerly read the note:
Harry,
Meet me in the Charms room in 20 minutes. Bring your cloak; we're going to need it.
Draco
Harry looked at his watch. It was 11:40. He was meeting Draco at midnight. //What did I get myself into? //
***
Draco took out a red leather bound book and ran his fingers over the gold embossed title. This book had kept Draco's head above the waters of depression. When Harry refused his friendship, his entire world came crashing down around his ears. The book led Draco to realize that Harry might've done what he did because that was the right thing, but not the thing he wanted to do. Draco even resembled Jareth with his silver hair and slight frame. However, it was Harry's hair that had the wild look to it, and Draco's eyes were a bright silver color.
Of course it would've been easier if the bloody git would stop being noble and give in to Draco.
Tonight Draco was going to show Harry the book. Draco sat in the darkened Charms room comparing Harry's dark hair, fair skin, fiery temper and beauty to that of Sarah. Harry's green eyes were much more captivating than any brown could be. Just then Draco felt Harry enter the room, and saw Harry remove his invisibility cloak.
"Harry," Draco stated quietly.
"Draco," Harry countered.
And with that invitation, Draco began.
***
Legolas opened his eyes and was in a stone room that was focused on a throne. //The throne room...// Legolas mused.
Jareth sat down on the throne draping his legs over the arms. He was staring intently at the elf, watching the expressions flit upon his face. He stood up, and stepped toward the elf with an unreadable expression in his mismatched eyes. He brought his hand out and ran his gloved fingers across the elf's fair cheek. Legolas visibly shuddered and closed his eyes at the contact.
"What is your name?" questioned Jareth, withdrawing his hand.
"Legolas of Mirkwood, at your service," replied the elf happily, bowing at his introduction.
Clasping Legolas's hand, and bringing it up to his lips, Jareth said, "It is a pleasure to meet you," and looked into the elf's clear blue eyes.
Blushing, Legolas replied, "And an honor to meet you, your highness."
Jareth's eyes flashed at the mention of his title. "There is no need for formalities, dearest Legolas. Address me as Jareth, as I will call you by your name also."
Flushing a deep crimson, all the elf could do was nod in agreement.
***
Harry looked questionably into Draco's stormy grey eyes. Knowing full well that this was not homework consultation or something as equally light, Harry felt the telltale butterflies invade his stomach and his heart race. //Hopefully, I'm not the only one// Harry thought.
Draco stood up and began to rub his fingers along a red leather book. Harry tilted his head to read the title: The Labyrinth.
"Harry, do you remember in our first year when I offered my friendship?" Draco asked.
"Yes, you insulted Ron in the process," Harry answered loftily.
"Well, I wasn't told to befriend you by my parents or anything like that. I wanted to be your friend ever since the day we met in the robe shop. I didn't know how to go about it, so I babbled on about Slytherin and my distaste of Hufflepuff. My whole life consisted of people I needed to be acquainted with. I never knew how to be friendly, let alone how to make a friend. I offered all that I could, my protection.
"But my failure at friendliness followed. Every time I saw you with Ron and Hermione I was reminded of my failure. So I did all I knew how to do, make your life as miserable as mine. I wasn't insulting and fighting because I hated you, I did that out of pure jealousy. Ron Weasely, with his huge family and pitifully small income had you. Hermione Granger, a know-it-all Muggle-born had you. And I, Draco Malfoy, only child of one of the richest pureblood wizarding families, did not.
"I promised that each day was to be the last day I'd torment you, only to make the same promise the next day. I was becoming bitter, and I didn't know where to turn until I found this Muggle book in the hallway. I read it and only then did I understand. It is this book that saved me," Draco, finished with his story, sat down and looked at Harry. The Gryffindor stood up, and enveloped the blond in a hug.
Mouth at his ear, Harry whispered, "It's never too late to start a friendship."
***
Legolas gazed at the beautiful creature in front of him. A white flowing poet's shirt open at the throat revealing a silver pendant was tucked into form-fitting back tights that accentuated the Goblin King's assets. Boots that ended mid-calf finished off the look that was purely individual. Anyone else would look foolish. Jareth, however, looked regal.
Jareth could feel the elfin eyes on him, devouring the sight as if he could vanish any minute. This could very well happen. Besides, the elf had yet to be brought to his room, and Jareth was still waiting for his other guests.
"Follow me Legolas," Jareth instructed.
Legolas, of course, did what he was told. Keeping an eye on the Fae, he looked around at the stone castle. The hallways twisted and turned, and Legolas had the creeping suspicion that the halls didn't have a designated floor, wall, or ceiling. The stones seemed damp, yet were warm and dry to the touch. Everywhere, it seemed, were glitter and sparkles.
Jareth rapped twice on a door, which open to reveal a bedroom. Near the window was a four-poster bed with a gauzy canopy, dark cherry wood dressers, bureau, nightstand, and a matching desk. A fireplace was lit and log crackled merrily in the hearth. A gigantic grandfather clock stood imposingly in a corner, boldly showing its face with thirteen numbers in Roman numerals.
***
Draco tentatively put his arms around the other boy's shoulders. Seeing no shudders from Harry, he began to relax and lean into the hug. He closed his eyes and smiled.
He stepped back and looked at Harry, whose smile started to turn into a perplexed frown. Harry's face was starting to look worried. Draco cautiously reaches out to stroke his face, causing the frown to melt back into a contented smile. "Draco," Harry began as Draco's lips once again crashed against his for the second time that day.
//Wow,// Harry thought.
//Wow,// Draco thought.
Mouths separating for air, they quickly reunited to blossom into a full out snog fest. Hand fumbled at the clasps of robes, and soon all extraneous articles of clothing were strewn about the classroom floor.
Draco's hands were raking through the soft silk that was Harry's hair. //How can anyone have hair this soft? // He barely wondered in a moment of coherency. His hair, loosened by similar ministrations from Harry, hung loosely about his face.
"You shouldn't gel silk like this back. It's too beautiful to hide," Harry murmered, playing with Draco's hair.
A smile flickered across Draco's face. "If only I had known that sooner. Seducing you might've been much easier," Draco gently teased Harry, who he had pulled onto his lap on the floor.
"You did not seduce me!" Harry exclaimed, partly in shock from discovering himself on Draco's lap.
"Your body says otherwise," Draco pointed out.
Harry decided not to respond, save by snuggling against Draco's chest. Draco put his arms around the raven-haired boy, keeping him close.
***