a/n: Slash x-over. You have been warned.
I don't own Legolas Greenleaf nor the world of The Lord Of The Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkein. Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, and all of Harry Potter, belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the idea for the story and the storyline.
I thank each of you that has given such wonderful feedback and encouragement towards my writings.
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Once in a lifetime, fate will throw something at you that completely changes you as a person(or elf) forever. No matter what you do to sidestep destiny, it will always find you. And so by some star-crossed chance, on one particular day, Draco Malfoy happened to be in a part of his father's estate he had never been in; a valley of dense forest and twisting streams. Infact, as he wandered deeper into the thick of the woods, he began to wonder slightly if he was even still in his own 'backyard'.
Being Draco Malfoy, even alone, he hid the burning panic that was growing in him like a fireball, and maintained a proud, tall stance. But minutes stretched into hours, and after a while of wandering aimlessly around in the wilderness, Draco couldn't help but notice that the sun was falling from its heavenly curvature in the sky. It was now tracing a path downwards, and soon, Draco would not only be all alone in this foreign territory; he'd be all alone in the dark.
Although he was wearing black dragon-hide trousers and a thick jumper, Draco shivered. Suddenly, whether it was because of a slight change in the whisper of the wild, or because his instincts were on high-alert in this alien place, Draco had the feeling he was not alone. He turned around to look back at the woods behind him. Nothing. It was just him and the ominous skeletal trees caging him in like a prisoner in their brown and green prison.
As he turned back, Draco almost fainted from fright. An arrow was pointed directly at his head, a mere centimetre away from piercing through him.
I don't own Legolas Greenleaf nor the world of The Lord Of The Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkein. Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, and all of Harry Potter, belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the idea for the story and the storyline.
I thank each of you that has given such wonderful feedback and encouragement towards my writings.
*****
Once in a lifetime, fate will throw something at you that completely changes you as a person(or elf) forever. No matter what you do to sidestep destiny, it will always find you. And so by some star-crossed chance, on one particular day, Draco Malfoy happened to be in a part of his father's estate he had never been in; a valley of dense forest and twisting streams. Infact, as he wandered deeper into the thick of the woods, he began to wonder slightly if he was even still in his own 'backyard'.
Being Draco Malfoy, even alone, he hid the burning panic that was growing in him like a fireball, and maintained a proud, tall stance. But minutes stretched into hours, and after a while of wandering aimlessly around in the wilderness, Draco couldn't help but notice that the sun was falling from its heavenly curvature in the sky. It was now tracing a path downwards, and soon, Draco would not only be all alone in this foreign territory; he'd be all alone in the dark.
Although he was wearing black dragon-hide trousers and a thick jumper, Draco shivered. Suddenly, whether it was because of a slight change in the whisper of the wild, or because his instincts were on high-alert in this alien place, Draco had the feeling he was not alone. He turned around to look back at the woods behind him. Nothing. It was just him and the ominous skeletal trees caging him in like a prisoner in their brown and green prison.
As he turned back, Draco almost fainted from fright. An arrow was pointed directly at his head, a mere centimetre away from piercing through him.