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Chapter 4

Voices inside my head

Luna was dizzy, she never liked traveling by portkey, they were always infested with Wrakspurts. But this time, the portkey ride felt like it would never end. Looking around, she realized that she had fallen into a forest, but it was so dark and quiet she couldn't see anything else.

"I think I'll sleep for a bit" Luna said to herself, knowing that it could be dangerous but she was too tired to be reasonable. Laying down on pile of leaves, she curled up into a ball and promptly fell into a deep sleep, unaware of any dangers in the forest around her.

Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, was on his duty patrolling the woods at the crack of dawn, when he saw an elf-woman sleeping on the forest floor. Getting off his horse, he stood before her, wondering what to do. She looked so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb her, but she needed to get up, it was dangerous here, especially during these times. Legolas bent down shook her shoulder gently.

"Excuse me, my lady" he said "you must wake up, it is not safe for you to be here."

Luna's eyes shot open, hand reaching for her wand, and saw a man peering down at her. He had long platinum-blond hair, and the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. His eyebrows were creased in concerned sort of way, but otherwise showed no emotion. She noticed that there were pointy ears poking out of his shiny hair. Surprised, Luna sat up, quickly realizing that it wasn't the best idea. But the pain in her head vanished as soon as it came, and this confused Luna even more. No one knew this about her, but once she got a headache, it took days to get rid of. Remembering who she was with, Luna looked up at the man, who was still staring at her. He wasn't human she could tell that much.

"What are you?" She asked bluntly.

Legolas raised his eyebrows. The lady in front of him was actually being serious; he wondered how it was she could not recognize her own species.

"Like you, I am an elf"

"An elf?" she repeated, tilting her head in fascination "that can't be right, elves don't look like you from where I come from." She seemed to be speaking to herself, but Legolas did not like

"And what exactly do they look like, if not like this, my lady?" the elf asked evenly.

"Well, they have brownish grey skin, large, flappy, pointy ears. Oh! And they have squeaky voices and are about three feet tall at the most" Her eyes roamed over Legolas' body in interest, trying to figure out how it was possible for him to be what he said he was.

The elf narrowed his eyes. The woman was clearly crazy, but she sounded so certain of herself, that he decided to play along, just to see what she said

"Ok, so if you're not an elf, then what are you?" He asked curiously

"I'm a witch" Her voice was so serious that Legolas almost believed her.

"That's not a very nice thing to call yourself, my lady" the he gently.

The stranger was obviously a magical creature, one that she had never seen before, but definitely magical. Luna suspected that this man was telling the truth – she could always tell when they weren't – there was no lie in his eyes. But if this was what he thought an elf was, she couldn't be on earth. She had to find out.

"I can do magic!" she said. Seeing his skeptical look, Luna added "Here I'll show you." she picked up a rock and took out her wand.

Legolas looked on in curiosity as the woman picked up a rock and stick. A bit weary of what she would do, especially since she seemed a little unstable, he approached his horse and put his hand on the bag where he kept his knife. Just in case.

Oblivious to her companion's actions, Luna pointed her wand at the rock, muttered an incantation, transfigured the rock into a large ornate mirror and she looked into it.

She and the elf gasped at the same time, but for different reasons.

Luna was awed by what she saw in her reflection. Her almost-white blonde hair had become sleeker, and less frizzled than it usually was. She could see little pointy ears coming out of her hair. She'd also grown and was at least five inches taller than she used to be. But the thing that surprised her the most was her face. It seemed to be glowing. At first Luna thought she might have turned into a veela, but quickly remembered that veela didn't have pointy ears. It was then that she realized that her companion was telling her the truth; she was an elf, but not one of her own world.

"Where am I?" she asked turning to face the elf, who's eyes were round in amazement.

"You are an Istari" he sputtered "but I did not know of any Istari who are young and female, such as yourself, let alone an elf, on Middle-Earth"

"Well that just proves my claim that I'm not from your world, doesn't it?" Luna said with a small smile. "You say that this is Middle-Earth?"

"Yes, of course it is"

Luna didn't say anything else, and just smiled serenely at the elf in front of her, who seemed a little perturbed by her stare. If the portkey brought her to a different world, then the only thing that made sense was that it brought the others here as well. Maybe this elf could help her; Luna didn't know why but she trusted him.

"My name is Luna Lovegood" she said "what might yours be?"

"Luna." The elf repeated "it is a strange name, but beautiful nonetheless. I am Legolas Greenleaf, from the woodland realm." he said bowing politely

"It's a pleasure to meet you" Luna said "As I have told you, I'm not from Middle-Earth, rather, I am from a place called Earth. My six companions and I were transported here by a fluked transporting device called a portkey. The seven of us are magical, with four wizards and three witches, including myself"

Legolas nodded, indicating that he understood so far, and was ready for Luna to continue.

"Well, it seems that we have been separated when we landed. Have you heard of unknown people in these lands? From what I can tell, we've been here for about a day"

Legolas searched his memory for any strangers that he may have encountered in the past couple of days, but recalled nothing. "My Lady Luna," he said "you are the only witch I have ever heard of, and I do not recall meeting any wizards since yesterday. You see I have been on patrol in the woods the past week, so I have no idea of the going ons these days"

Seeing the slight disappointment on Luna's face, he hastily added "However, my father, the Lord of these lands would know of any newcomers who have passed through our lands." Normally Legolas would not have easily invited a stranger to his home in Mirkwood, but Luna genuinely seemed to be in need assistance, so he said "You are most welcome to join me on my journey home today."

Luna beamed "Thank you, this may be of great help to me!"

Legolas smiled and walked towards his horse, stroking its mane "This is Namein, my faithful steed" he told Luna. "You can ride with me, if you would like"

"I think I'd enjoy that" Luna answered, allowing Legolas helped her onto the horse. "The only creature I've ever ridden was a thestral"

"A thestral?" Legolas asked, as he mounted Namein and set her into a gallop towards home.

"Well, you see, they're skeletal horses, with wings, and you can only see them if you've seen witnessed death" Luna explained. This triggered an endless conversation comparing the creatures of Middle-Earth with the ones of the wizarding world. Luna also explained to her new friend about nargles and wrackspurts.

"No one actually believes they're real, you see" Luna explained. "It's one of the reasons everyone thinks I'm mad." she added bluntly

"I don't think you're mad." Legolas said as he steered the reins to the left. "If you truly believe in something, you should never let go of it; you should never abandon it because of what someone else thinks"

"Thank you" Luna said "I think you're the first person who's actually taken me seriously."

Legolas wasn't sure how to answer that. From what he learned so far, Luna was extremely truthful and blunt, and although she made him feel uncomfortable at times, he didn't mind much. This time, however, he decided it would be best if he changed the topic.

"So, you haven't told me, why did the transporting device, er-portkey-backfire?" He asked

And Luna explained their tale. She told him about the Death Eaters, how they were on the run, how they almost evaded capture, and how the last thing she saw was Hermione being cursed. By the time she had finished her story, it was dusk and they had arrived at a stable. Legolas put Namein next to the watering dish so he could drink.

"Follow me" he told his companion. "The Royal palace is this way" he said gesturing to a giant palace that seemed to be made out of trees connecting to one another. Luna thought it was beautiful, as she looked at the scene around her.

"Most elves in the village live in tree-houses" he said, pointing at different houses which seemed to be fused within their respective trees. Luna noticed that the older the tree, the bigger the house.

Luna smiled "Mirkwood is beautiful" she stated.

"It is, isn't it" Legolas agreed happily, he loved his home very much.

They walked quietly down a path that led into the royal gardens, enjoying the atmosphere around them.

"So you're a prince" Luna said, as she observed a flower.

Legolas shifted his feet. This new elf was able to get reactions out of him, though she did not know it, when he was usually pretty good at keeping his emotions in check. "Yes" he said and decided to change the subject.

"So these 'Death Eaters' you were speaking of, what happened to their master?" He asked

"Voldemort?" Luna said, seemingly not noticing the sudden change of topic. "He died. One of my friends, Harry, killed him. Harry is actually one of my companions who fell into Middle-Earth."

"I see." Legolas said as they reached the entrance to the palace. This Voldemort reminded him a lot about Sauron, and the Death Eaters, of orcs.

"Who goes there?" A voice called from inside.

"It is Legolas," he answered "open the gates."

The wooden gates opened to reveal a large chamber with a throne at the end of the hall. The ceilings were high and wooden and there were black, brown and golden chandeliers hanging from them, which seemed to be shaped like moose antlers. Luna loved everything about it.

Legolas strode in, and Luna followed him, her head turning in all directions just in case she missed anything.

"My prince" the elf at the door said, looking at Luna curiously. Luna realized that in the elf's eyes, she was wearing very weird clothing.

"Thaniel" Legolas said nodding his head at the other elf. He noticed his father sitting on his throne at the end of the hall. and realized they may need some privacy. Too many questions would be asked about Luna if someone overheard what was going to be said. "I am here to discuss an important matter with my father, please leave us, and make sure no one enters this hall."

"Of course my lord" Thaniel said bowing. He left the hall, and shut the gates behind him.

"Father" Legolas said, as he and Luna walked up to the throne and he knelt down before his king, Luna following suit.

"Arise my son." the King said "How many times have I told you that you do not bow to anyone?" He asked his son, with a smile tugging at his lips. Then, he turned to Luna, who had risen along with Legolas. "And who might you be, my child?" He asked her.

"I am Luna Lovegood, my Lord. I have traveled from a distant land, and seek your help" she answered politely.

"Well, Lady Luna, I am King Tharundril, Lord of Mirkwood. Now tell me, where have you come from, and why is it that you require my assistance?" he asked.

Luna retold the tale she told Legolas.

"And do you have proof for me that you really are a... witch?" Tharundril asked, not buying the story, and wondering why Legolas had brought a crazed elf into the palace. At that moment, Luna took out her wand and transfigured the King's goblet into a gerbil, and back again. The result was that the king's eyes seemed to, in a very cartoon-like fashion, pop out.

"I gather that this is enough proof?" she asked him, while Legolas tried to stifle a chuckle.

"Yes...it is" the King answered, getting over his shock. "Very well. I believe you. Maybe you could start by telling me the names of your companions?" He asked her.

"Well, there is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Draco Malfoy..." after saying the last name something very strange happened.

Luna was always one to think about what she said, so she would repeat everything to herself inside her head. When she thought 'Draco Malfoy' she heard a crack inside her head, and soon after she heard what sounded like Draco's voice ringing in her ears.

"Luna?!" His voice said "Luna if you can hear me, I'm in Rivendell!" He was shouting, as if desperate for someone to hear him.

And with that, Luna fainted.

Legolas watched as Luna fainted, and quickly caught her before she hit the ground.

"Lady Luna!" He yelled "Luna!"

Luna woke up with a sudden jerk.

"Are you alright?" Legolas asked worriedly.

Luna didn't even seem to hear him. "Rivendell" she said. "Where is that?"

"I was under the impression that you did not know anything of Middle-Earth?" the King interjected.

"I don't" she answered. She chewed her lip wondering if she should tell them about hearing Draco's voice in her head. Legolas, she knew she could trust, but Luna didn't feel overly comfortable around his father. "I had a dream when I fainted of one of the men I came to this world with. He said he was in Rivendell" it wasn't a complete lie, she thought.

The King nodded slowly "Elves are known to have prophetic dreams at times." Buying her story, he continued, "and if your dream is true, then your friend may indeed be in Rivendell."

"But what is Rivendell?" She asked again.

This time, Legolas answered "It is an elven settlement, like Mirkwood" he said in a flat tone. He knew Luna was hiding something, she hadn't looked anyone in the eye when she told them about the dream. But then again, it wasn't his business to pry.

The King cleared his throat, indicating he had made a decision about something . "Legolas, you will take the Lady Luna to Rivendell tomorrow morning" when Legolas looked at him curiously, he continued "I was going to tell you that the Lord of Rivendell has requested a party of elves from Mirkwood to come to Rivendell in two weeks time for a council meeting."

Legolas was shocked, council meetings only happened when an important decision had to be made. "It is my suspicion," the King continued "that the One Ring has been found. And you my son, must make sure that the council rules to destroy it" Legolas's mouth fell open. This wasn't good, but he shut his mouth and regained his impassive expression. "I was going to send you, and a party of elves, in a weeks time but I believe you and Lady Luna should go as soon as possible, so that she can reunite with her friend. You will leave in the morning." Legolas nodded solemnly, and began to walk out, there were many preparations to be made.

The King called out to him, "One minute, Legolas" the prince looked back at his father with a questioning look. He glanced at Luna who shrugged, and left the hall.

"I wish you well, my son" Tharundril said, getting off his throne, and placing his hand on Legolas's shoulder.

"Thank you, Father" Legolas said, confusedly. He still felt something was amiss, his father wasn't one to usually show this much affection.

As if reading his sons mind, the King said with a hint of sadness, "I do not believe that I will be seeing you for a while. I have had a dream, you see" he continued, after seeing Legolas's confused expression "I saw you, my son, standing in a field far away from where I was. You were standing on a piece of green grass that was surrounded by black grass. Next to you, were fifteen lights that seemed to be pushing against the growth of the black grass, but failing"

Legolas gulped. He didn't know what the dream meant, but it was whatever it was, it wasn't good.

Tharundril had a far off look now, "After tomorrow, you will face far more danger than you have ever before, and after three thousand years men may be nevermore"

This news frightened the prince above all. Sure, it wasn't the fall of his race, and wouldn't really affect them, seeing as all the elves were leaving Middle-Earth. But he felt the need to help Men, because, though easily corrupted, many were pure of heart. His friend Aragorn for example.

Tharundril continued his trance "Yet there is hope for the world of Men. A lone rider will appear in the white city, he will vanquish evil, and will assume his role as king next to his ball of light"

"Aragorn" Legolas whispered.

His father looked at him again, breaking out of his reverie. "Yes, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, must rise to the throne of Gondor for peace to be restored. He will need Arwen, Lord Elrond's daughter, at his side to do this. Their love cannot, and will not, fail. You must aid your friend to you full capacity, Legolas"

Legolas nodded in understanding. He didn't need his father to tell him this. He would follow Aragorn, his best friend, to any end. "I will, Father" he said with conviction.

Not wanting an emotional goodbye, which would be awkward for the both of them, Legolas bowed his head towards his father and said "Farewell, Father." With that, he turned on his heel and left the hall. Outside, he found Luna waiting for him.

"I will show you to your chambers" he said, covering all emotion. "You should rest before our journey tomorrow."

Luna nodded. She had a pretty clear understanding that a serious conversation had been held inside, but she didn't want to ask questions. They reached a door and she went to go in, but Legolas stayed outside.

"This is where I leave you, my Lady" he said, "someone will lay some clothing for you soon." As he turned to leave, Luna gripped his elbow and stopped him.

"Wait," she said "if we're going to journey together, we might as well drop the formalities. You can call me Luna"

Legolas's lips twitched upwards, slightly. "Luna it is. And I am just Legolas, I've never really liked formalities anyways."

Legolas turned around and walked away, down the hall. When he reached halfway through the hallway, Luna called for him again.

"Legolas!" She yelled

He turned around "Yes?"

"Don't burden your heart with the troubles of the world, let the troubles of the world bear the burden of your heart" she said with a small smile, then she turned into her room, and shut the door.

Unsure of if he understood what she had just said, Legolas chuckled, shook his head, and made his way to his own bedroom.

Both elves set out to Rivendell at sunrise. Their journey was mostly quiet with small talk, again comparing both of their worlds. Legolas had told Luna that their journey would take them only three days to complete, due to the fact that elves didn't tire easily, so they would not have to stop to rest too much. And he was right. Luna realized that even after riding a horse for a day non-stop, she wasn't tired at all. When she remarked this to Legolas, while they were sitting around a fire and eating, he smiled.

"It is one of the characteristics of an elf," he told her "as is sleeping with your eyes open, though you sleep with yours closed, I have noticed."

Luna shrugged "It's a habit from my human days, I guess"

Legolas laughed "Yes, I seem to forget that you were human a few days ago"

Luna smiled "Tell me more about elves." Who knew how long they would stay in Middle-Earth, and Luna wanted to make sure she knew all about the species she had become.

"Well we have very sensitive hearing, I'm sure you've noticed that you can hear things that you normally wouldn't"

Luna nodded, she had noticed earlier that she could hear even when a twig break, something that she couldn't do before.

"Also, we elves are known to be very quiet and graceful, we usually scare people by sneaking up on them, and it's almost impossible to sneak on an elf" Legolas said grinning

This wasn't new to Luna who was always graceful and quiet, because of having no one to talk to in her youth.

"Elves are also vey good archers. I could show you how when we get to Rivendell, they have training field there"

"I would like that" Luna said. For some reason, thinking about doing archery appealed to her.

"We are also immortal, unless killed by someone or something else. Though, some elves have died by succumbing to intense grief"

This was news to Luna. "So how old are you?" she asked.

Legolas looked a little embarrassed as he muttered "Two thousand six hundred and sixty-three"

Luna hid her surprise very well, and simply nodded. "And what else is there?"

"Well you know that some elves have visions" he told her pointedly.

Luna knew he was talking about the other day in the palace. She also knew that he hadn't bought her story, that day. But now that they were in private, she decided to tell him. He was her friend, and an elf after all, he might know what it meant.

"When I was in your father's hall," she began "I heard Draco's voice in my head. He was speaking to me. He told me that he was in Rivendell, and after that, I fainted."

Legolas regarded her for a second, and asked very seriously, "Is this Draco a sibling of yours?"

"A sibling?" Luna laughed. "No, he is definitely not my brother."

Legolas narrowed his eyes. "This is no joke. Children of very powerful elves are known to be able to communicate with one another telepathically."

Luna suddenly became very serious.

"Elrond of Rivendell has three children. And they are able to mind-speak to each other. You see, they are very powerful. They are also capable of seeing the future." Legolas smiled, "It's very annoying when Elladen and Ellohir share some joke in their minds and don't let you in on it."

"I can imagine it is" Luna said. They were getting off topic, "But Draco and I aren't even related, how does that explain us 'mind-speaking'?"

"Are you quite certain, Luna?"

"Yes"

While Luna was in Tharundril's hall, Draco was roaming Rivendell, at more peace than he had ever been before. Elrond had told him where he was, after he had regained consciousness, and Draco had quickly come to terms with the change of his being. He liked it here. Actually, no, he loved it. It was perfect here in his opinion. With the flowing waterfall, the beautiful scenery, the exotic elves and the stunning buildings. But the thing that pleased him most of all, was that he could be himself, he didn't have to keep up his 'Prince of Slytherin' persona because no one knew him, or his family here. He didn't have to be a Malfoy, he was just Draco. He grew quite accustomed to elven lifestyle, and enjoyed all the benefits of being an elf. Especially the supersonic hearing, and quietness.

In Rivendell, he was allowed to ask questions, allowed to do whatever he wanted and most of all, allowed to be himself. Elrond had been most curious about where he had come from, and found his world just as intriguing as Draco found Middle-Earth. Not that Draco being a wizard didn't cause any shock. In fact, it took Elrond a few minutes to gather himself after Draco set Elronds desk on fire, and then istinguished it without leaving a single mark. The elves were wonderful. They were kind, and very eager to learn about Draco's world. Elladan, Arwen and Elohir especially. The four of them would exchange tales of each other's lives late into the night. One particular tale included the first war of the One Ring. Draco found the story to be chilling, because the Ring reminded him of Voldemort's horcruxes. Elohir had told Draco about the hobbit who was carrying the Ring to Rivendell, and that there would be a council meeting to decide it's fate very soon.

Draco was standing on a bridge near the waterfall, and was thinking about what the fate of the Ring would be when something odd happened. He heard someone say his name, in his mind. It was a familiar voice, and it took Draco just a second to place it. Without thinking about what he was doing, Draco began to talk in his head, desperately hoping she could hear him, if indeed he wasn't going insane.

"Luna?!" He thought, "Luna if you can hear me I'm in Rivendell" and he fainted soon after that, from tiredness. This was how Elladan had found him a few hours later.

"Master Draco!" The elf said loudly. Draco sat up quickly.

"Are you alright, Draco?" Elladan asked not able muster a concerned look. He was beaming for some reason.

Draco groaned "I think so." Elladan smiled even more. "What are you so happy about, then?" Draco asked grumpily

"There are four strangers who have just arrived in my father's house" Seeing that Draco wasn't catching on, Elladan continued "Two of them had the most red hair I have ever seen..."

At this, Draco jumped up excitedly and ran towards the house of Elrond, turning behind to yell a quick "Thanks" to a laughing Elladan. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he really missed his company.

AN: Super long chapter, but it needed to be done! I know some of you were wondering where and what Luna was and hopefully this satisfied that, some of you were really on point! One reviewer wondered if Luna would be a dwarf, and while that would be really interesting (and funny), my storyline needs her to be an elf. Oh well… maybe in another fic. Review if you want to let me know what you thought!