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. (Okay may be not a summary, let's call it a teaser)

All translation are at the bottom.

By III the writing automatically goes to the centre and I have changed it and reuploaded it dozens of times but it is not working. Sorry.

Elf House - SpaceElleth

Chapter 2: Cells or Councils?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except my OCs (which come up later) 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 was the morning after his capture and Draco could hear the cheering coming from the floor above him. The cell he was in was small and made of jagged stone. There was no window to look out of, the only source of light was the amber candles that had been placed along the vast dungeon hallways. There was no bed, no bench, no sign of comfort. The cell was empty except for himself and a small rusted bucket in the corner - this bucket he had yet to use.

Draco had heard nothing from any of the people from the other day. He knew nothing of what they wanted of him or what they thought of him. The merryments above him continued, they made him feel worse and worse. The hours in the cell had left him to ponder why he was kept alive and why he hadn't just died. Why must I endure so much? Deep down he felt as if he knew the answer, because you let him control you Draco, a part of him urged. He became more and more frustrated, he shook his head and slammed his fists into the wall.

"That is not going to help you." A voice said from around the corner. Draco wanted to edge forward to see who it was but stayed where he was, waiting for them to approach him. Soon enough they did. Draco immediately recognises them as the lady who was with 'the prince'.

"What do you want?" He asked with an angry tinge to his voice. The red-haired lady continued walking until she reached the edge of the cell, she stood there with her back turned to him.

"I have been assigned to guard this cell." She spoke calmly. Well, now what happens if I actually want to use the bucket. He thought while looking at the rusted bucket, and shudderring.

"And why would you need to do that, there are bars." He questioned.

"I was there, I saw what you did." She said with some disdain in her voice.

Draco did not want to say anymore, he was tired and overly aware. The two carried on as they were in silence, the red-haired lady not even looking back at him. The amber lights flickered every now and then, some of them in time with the thudding from the floor above them. It had been some time before Draco spoke up.

"Why are you not up there, doing what ever they are doing?" She shuffled on her feet a little.

"Because I am down here and because I don't drink wine as excessively as they do." She replied bluntly. Damn, what I wouldn't give to be up there instead of down here, he thought as he heard more cheering from the 'wine drinkers'.

Draco was really beginning to get bored of the small conversations and blank walls. He needed some freedom and he needed some answers. He had some many questions running around in his head.

Where was he? That was the one that came up the most. He was unable to recognise where he landed and it matched no descriptions of places he knew. On top of that, the people here seemed strange: the way they spoke, their buildings, their pointed ears, their fair looks and their weapons. It all felt so absurd to him. It all seemed as though it wasn't real. Part of him wanted to scream that none of this was real ; another part of him knew it was, the pain from the arrow was real, the running was real, the stone walls around him were real. Everything around him was real, it just wasn't the real he knew. Slowly, Draco went into a state of blocking out everything around him, just focussing on his thoughts. Draco ended up thinking of his early childhood where everything was fine. He was not here. He was at home with his family. He began to hear someone calling out to him, in the hope that it was the world he knew returning, he snapped back to reality only to realise it was the guard. She told him she was leaving and that she was being replaced by someone else soon, and being honest Draco didn't care - she didn't do anything anyway.

II

Legolas sat at a desk in his chambers, quietly writing the report of his patrol. Usually, it wouldn't take this longer, in fact usually he would copy previous report structures, however, it was not normal to come across a man who could produce 'magic' (as the patrol group had called it) from a stick. He was struggling to find a way to formally say that the prisoner was floating, which was especially hard because he knew the councillors who read the reports would not believe him. They were all quite stuck up, with a few exceptions at least.

A sudden knock of the door, interrupted him from the dreary report.

"Come in," he said and the door opened. A young ellon named Aenir walked in. He was one of the youngest elves in Mirkwood at mere five hundred (yeah I know right only 500). Legolas would often talk to Aenir while he was writing his reports -note that Legolas did the talking as generally Aenir was a very timid person.

"Aenir, it is good to see you mellon-nin. What brings you here?"

"Hîr-nin, the king sent me to get you, he says that you are late for the council meeting." Oh, he thought, he had been so absorbed in his report that he completely forgotten about the meeting.

"I best go then." Aenir nodded and left. Legolas picked up his unfinished report papers and took a left down the hall.

He had always hated council meetings. They were so dull and often the advisors argued so much that nothing ever came to a conclusion and was left for Legolas and his father Thranduil to do themselves. Many of the members were so full of themselves and were always convinced they were right. There were some, however, who Legolas liked. One of these was Toron, who had the presence of an older brother to many of the 'younger' elves and had taken over his father's seat on the council a few years back. Toron was quite tall and had a slender build, he had raven black hair and green eyes. Toron had a build good enough for a warrior but generally said his strength lied in words not swords.

Legolas remembered the time when he was first invited to a council meeting after leading a few patrols. At the time he was really excited, as for him it meant they were finally accepting him as an adult. Although, it did not live up to his expectations as most of the members still treated him like a child. Legolas knew this would be one of the worse one yet how do I explain a floating man, who magically made people float in the air with a stick. Even more so how do I explain that he fell from the sky? Legolas gave an exasperated sigh that caused some of the palace guards to turn towards him.

He got to the familiar hall way where the meetings were held and went to the door. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the nightmare of what he was about to walk into.

III

Draco was slouched in a corner staring blankly at the small candle light opposite him. The cells around him were all empty and it just made him feel more awkwardly aware.

Tip...Tap...

Draco heard the soft tap of footsteps from around the dungeon corner, they had a slight echo as they bounced off the empty halls. The footsteps were surprisingly hard to hear, whoever it was must be agile on their feet. It had only been a few minutes since the other guard left so he had been expecting another one to come round soon. The soldier came from round the corner. He was very tall, with a fair face and hazelnut hair. Swiftly, he stood in the same position as Tauriel, all be it a little more relaxed on his part.

"Good morning." He said turning his head slightly to Draco.

"How are you fairing?" He then went on after not getting a reply, "You don't seem very conversational." Is he mad, I am in a cell in a place I don't know, with no chance of getting out without my wand and he tells me I am not 'VERY CONVERSATIONAL'. The strange guard turned fully to him and peered between the bars.

"Who are you? I've never heard of someone being personally guarded before." He raised an eyebrow. Draco looked up and small scowl and a small scowl rose on his face.

"I don't know, I haven't done anything wrong." There was a small aggressive edge to his voice, other than that his voice was croaky due to his dry throat. The guard took note of his coarse voice and threw two pouches at him. In the first a was a small portion of meat and the second was a water pouch.

"Here, should help your throat." Draco drank some of the water, taking the guard's advice. He also ate some of the meat and although it was cold it was undeniably delicious. After finishing a small "thanks" escaped him.

"Now that you are, hopefully, feeling better, would you like to tell me who you are?" Draco sighed, he was opposed over whether he should tell him or not.

"You wouldn't believe me if I did, it's probably beyond you." Part of him regretted saying the last bit, in fear of not getting the guard's help again, however, to his surprise he just laughed.

"I believe, I have seen a lot of things that are beyond you, but I will never know until I tell you, now why do you not just tell me and we can find out whether it is beyond me. How about we start off with names." That's not too hard to answer.

"Draco."

"Callon."

IV

Legolas walked into the room, all eyes were suddenly focussed on him. Some faces were disappointed with his 'punctuality' and others such as Toron just smirked. With an act of confidence he walked over to his chair, it was closest to his father's throne like chair, which was at the head of the table, and next to Toron, which was relief to him because Toron always made him feel a little more easy.

"You are late, Legolas." His father said turning to him with a cold look.

"Goheno-ninI was writing my report and managed to lose track of time." He could see a few scowls from some of the more impatient of the advisors.

"Hîr-nin, where is this report now?" Asked an older elf named Raklir, who was once one of the strongest warriors in Mirkwood but had been left paralysed in one arm after the Last Alliance. Raklir had never been one for sitting in meetings, but had become a member of the council at Thranduil's request. This was unfortunate for Legolas, as it was very easy to tell him and Raklir did not get on.

"Legolas, the report." His father said as Legolas stood up to hand it to him. After receiving it, Thranduil quickly skimmed through the pages and took note that it was unfinished before placing it on the table. The table was silent and Legolas was glad for a moment that his father had not declared to everyone that it was unfinished. Toron turned to Legolas before speaking,

"I am assuming the patrols went similarly to usual then Legolas." To this Legolas gave a small shake of his head.

"They were, until on our way back we came across a man,"

"It is not unusual to come across men in the woods." Said Raklir. Legolas let out a calm breath, sometimes I would like to throw Raklir in the dungeons.

"This man was capable of performing magic. Please, before you doubt me, hear what I say." He took a breath feeling nervous at the thought of explaining yesterday's events to some of the most prestigious elves in the realm.

"This man, when we found him, he was floating above the ground. After that he shouted some incantation and made one of my soldiers rise up in the air by one of their ankles."

"Are you sure he was a man?" Asked an elleth named Aegwen from at the end of the table. Legolas knew her, as she was similar to his age and the two often sparred together. She was one of the few patrol captains who were on the council - rather than the majority who delivered reports.

"He had the appearance and general stamina of a man from what we saw, however, he did tell me he was a wizard.

There were a few whispers and a few sniggers from around the table, all of which died down to complete silence when Thranduil raised his hand.

"Ion-nin, where is this man now

"He is in the dungeons, I asked for him to be personally watched by a guard at all times."

"Legolas, this evening I will be in throne room- I would like him to be brought up there so I can speak with him. Anyone who has anymore questions on the matter may raise them at next weeks meeting or they can find Legolas to talk to him themselves. Dismissed." Slowly, the members of the council left the room each one bowing to Thranduil and Legolas before they left. Legolas got up and grabbed his papers in order to finish them later when his father stood up and placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Do not let what Raklir says get to you. I have known him long enough to know he means no ill will to you. He has always been the impatient type and ever since the Last Alliance he has only got worse." Legolas nodded and left in a haste to finish the dull paperwork when he got pulled up by Toron.

"Are you okay, Mellon-nin." Legolas just nodded and continued walking. Toron asked he had always been known to look out for the 'younger' elves of Mirkwood and Legolas was thankful for that he just wasn't in the mood.

"Legolas, I understand Raklir gets on your nerves and that you feel he doesn't treat you like he should. And I understand that you are mad." But Toron you will never understand, Legolas wanted to say. It was the truth, Legolas felt like barely anyone on that council viewed him as they would other ellons. They always remembered him as 'The King's Son' to be protected at all times, and even though he had come of age long ago no one on that council would show it. They had to question everything he did, point out every mistake he made.

"Thank you, Toron. I should probably go, I have to do some paperwork." Toron nodded and left the prince realising that it was probably best he left him to it.

Well, that was chapter 2. As I have mentioned I am trying to fix some of my mistakes from the other story with this one. First off, by making the chapters longer and having more drama and angst because who doesn't love that.

Elvish Translation:

•Hîr-nin=My lord

•Mellon-nin=My Friend

•Ellon=Male Elf

•Elleth=Female Elf

•Goheno-nin=My apologies/I am sorry

•ion-nin=my son

So I have made some new OCs, which I tried to make not horrible.

Toron- A name derived from forest in elvish. I've made Toron as almost a big brother figure to a lot of the younger elves as he was kind of inspired by Reiner from Attack on Titan before he was a -spoiler- traitor.

God! I love Attack On Titan so much!

Callon- A name derived from hero in elvish, mainly because I like the way it sounded. Callon is kind of like the suave type but he's curious at the same time.

Yeah, Legolas had drama too. ~ The struggles of being a prince.

Yeah 2, Tauriel is boring. *rolls eyes*

Yeah 3, so a thing I always have to pick out with movies/books is 'how do they go the toilet?' ~ thus I present to thee *horn blows triumphantly*

A BUCKET!

so which would you choose: option

a) the cells with Draco, Callon and Tauriel or

b) the councils with Legolas, Thranduil, Toron (and Raklir but he's a jerk soooo)

Chapter 3 awaits...