Second Chance

Disclaimer- Nope, nothing. There may be quotes from Fellowship of the Ring; I don't own those either.

A/N: Language key is the same as last chapter with one addition.

"Westron/English" (They are the same language)

"Elvish/Flashbacks" (Flashbacks will be noted)

"Elvish during flashbacks" (Because Elvish and Flashbacks are in italic.)

'Thoughts'

This is going to be slash of the Legolas/Draco kind, but won't be graphic. I thought it would be cute because I don't think it's been done before.

Also, thanks to Ravenclaw-Girl 28 for Betaing this for me.

Chapter 5

Harry

Harry sighed. He had been transported away from the Wizarding World, to be away from all the pain. Now, the people he had taken for dead had reopened the wounds that he had been so intent on healing and ignoring.

He was sitting in-between Legolas and George, when Fred had come over to try to talk to him. The twin looked at Legolas to translate, before crouching down in-front of Harry.

"Harry, I know you can't understand me, so I'm not going to waste my breath. Here is your wand." Fred handed Harry his wand, watched as Legolas repeated in Elvish, then walked away.

Harry stood and faced a small rock away from him. "Wingardium Leviosa," he cast. The rock lifted into the air and fell a few feet away aftet he had ended the spell.

Harry smiled the first real smile in so many months, a smile so large that it almost hurt his face.

Legolas

Legolas was ecstatic. He had thought, when his father had explained that Elves have mates, either male or female, Elven or human, Legolas had thought that his mate would be one of the kind she-Elves from Rivendell (he spent a lot of time there), but here was his mate, in the flesh. Oh, how beautiful his mate had looked while arguing with Boromir, and when his mate had walked away angrily.

"Hello" Legolas said, walking over to Draco. "May I sit down?"

Draco grinned. "Sure, as long as you don't sit on me."

"Iwasn't planning on it, but I might now that you brought it up." Legolas answered sitting down next to the young man.

Draco, his face flushed red with embarrassment, opened his mouth to answer then stopped, staring, with his mouth open at Legolas's ears.

"What?" Legolas asked concerned.

"Yo-you-your ears." Draco stuttered then composed himself. "That wasn't me talking there; Malfoy's don't stutter."

Legolas smiled. "I am an Elf, one of the immortal beings of Middle-Earth."

"Oh," Draco answered, "Can you tell me more about Elves?"

"Elves, as I said, are immortal, but can die from injury and heartbreak, and first arrived in Middle-Earth by the sea. We have life mates; they can be male or female, man or Elf. We can survive without out mate, but we aren't truly happy unless our mate would accept us."

"Interesting. If you don't mind me asking; have you found your mate yet?" Draco answered. "And what happens if your mate in mortal? Do they become immortal?"

Legolas blushed. "Yes I have found him, only he doesn't know. And, as for what happens to them, it varies. Usually, the Elf chooses a mortal life, but under certain circumstances, the mortal is turned immortal. This doesn't happen very often, though, usually the Elf chooses a mortal life."

Draco opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Gandalf.

"Aha! It's this way!" The old wizard exclaimed, standing up.

"He's remembered!" Pippin exclaimed jumping up and running to Gandalf.

"No I haven't, Peregrin Took, but the air smells cleaner down there. When in doubt, follow your nose." Gandalf answered putting on his gray hat.

Pippin shrugged and then went to talk to his newfound friends, Fred and George.

"Well, thanks for the chat, but I really have to ask Uncle Sev something." Draco said, standing and walking to his godfather.

Legolas smiled and walked to Aragorn. "I have found my life mate." He said happily.

"That's excellent! Was it the boy you were just talking to?" Aragorn answered with a smile.

Legolas nodded. "He doesn't know yet, I'm going to tell him when we get out of the mines."

Aragorn smiled. "Tell Gandalf, he will know what to do." The Ranger said in Westron.

Legolas nodded and walked to Gandalf and told him about his mate in the Elvish tongue.

"You should tell him. He deserves to know now that you have found out." The old wizard instructed, putting a comforting hand on Legolas's shoulder.

"Not here, not now. The time is not right." Legolas said with a sigh.

"The time will never be 'right', Legolas. Yes, you could wait for a better time, perhaps when we are out of the blasted mines, But the time will never be right, and this moment is better then later, or never." Gandalf said, confusing the Elf.

"You never fail to confuse me, Gandalf, even when talking about the simplest things. I will tell him." Legolas said, walking toward Draco who was walking next to Severus.

"I just remembered, I never properly introduced myself." Legolas said. "I am Legolas prince of Mirkwood."

Severus smiled then said, "I'm going to leave you two alone," and walked away.

"I'm Draco Malfoy; heir to the Malfoy inheritance." Draco said, holding out his hand to shake.

Legolas smiled and shook Draco's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Master Malfoy." The Elf said with a smile.

"Please, call me Draco, Prince Legolas." Draco insisted.

"Then you must call me Legolas. None of that 'Prince' nonsense allowed." Legolas said with a smile.

"So, Legolas," Draco said, emphasizing the Elf's name, "What brings you over here?"

Legolas smiled and looked down. "My feet."

"Oh wow. I thought you flew." Draco said dryly. "No, really, it looks like you have something on your mind."

Legolas opened his mouth to answer, to tell Draco the truth, but was cut off by an anguished cry from Gimli as the Dwarf ran into a large room with a small tomb inside.

"No!" Gimli cried in-between sobs. "It cannot be!"

The fellowship stood behind Gimli looking at the tomb of the Dwarf's cousin.

"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, lord of Moria." Gandalf read off the marble tomb in the center of the room.

Harry

Harry watched as the old wizard looked around, then picked up a small diary of a Dwarf, handed Pippin his hat and staff to mind, opened the book, and started to read in the language that Harry didn't understand.

Harry absently stroked Hedwig as he remembered what Fred had said to him (With Aragorn translating of course).

Flashback

"Can you translate for me?" Fred asked Aragorn as they stopped in the great Dwarven City to rest for the night. "Tell Harry that I had stolen Midnight from a circus, and left her near him after Sirius died. He needed another companion. Another friend."

Aragorn nodded and translated what Fred had said to Harry.

"He says that you didn't have to do that for him." Aragorn told Fred.

"But I did, and he knows that." Fred answered and walked away.

Flashback End

The moment Gandalf finished, there was a loud clang. Pippin had been inspecting a skeleton, when its head has fallen down a well, and Pippin, pushed the rest of the skeleton down the well, along with a bucket.

Aragorn

Gandalf quickly snatched his hat and staff back, exclaiming, "You fool of a Took! Next time throw yourself down there and rid us of your stupidity!"

Pippin said nothing, but looked at the stone floor with shame. Suddenly there came the sound of a drum sounding through the mines.

"Orcs!" Boromir called out.

The sounds of the drums were getting closer. Legolas walked over to Harry and picked him up.

"Sit on my back little one, for you won't be safe anywhere else." The Elf instructed, letting Harry climb up onto his back.

The drums were so close now, and Boromir went to shut and latch the large wooden door at the entrance to the room. The Gondorian looked out, and stepped aside so Aragorn and Legolas could shoot the closest Orcs.

Boromir finally closed the door, and latched it with an axe. "They have a cave troll." He announced to the fellowship and wizards.

The whole room erupted in utter chaos. Gimli, growling jumped up upon Balin's tomb and shouted,

"Let them come. There is still one Dwarf in Maria that still draws breath."

The Orcs burst into the room with a loud bang. The four wizards, not including Harry or Gandalf, shot stunners toward the foul creatures while Arargorn and Legolas, who was having slight difficulty with Harry on his back, shot the oncoming Orcs with arrows.

The red-orange colored light flew through the air and hit their targets, closely followed by the archers' arrows. Orcs fell easily, but every spell sent toward the Troll just rebounded off of it and back to their casters.

"Damn it!" George shouted. "They don't hit him!"

"Thanks for stating the obvious Weasely!" Draco shouted back, sending a stunner at another Orc.

"Draco, just kill them! It's easier that way!" Severus ordered, sending a Killing Curse at an Orc.

Harry

Harry was fine, emotionally. He had held the arrows in one hand and after the Elf had finished his shot, passed them to Legolas, who had taken off his quiver so Harry could stay on his back. Harry had his eyes closed, to block out the death, but he could still see the bright flash of green of the Killing Curse that Severus had shot at a random Orc. All the horrible memories came flooding back and he unknowingly dropped the arrows. The small memory he had of the death of his parents, the green light and the cruel, high pitched laugh, and the death of Ginny.

"No...no...don't kill them." Harry whispered, stuck in the horrible past. "Kill me instead...no....please..."

Legolas turned his head to look at Harry, startled when the arrows the Elfling was holding clattered to the floor, felt Harry's small hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, and saw that the Elfling had a far-away look in his eyes.

"Little One," Legolas whispered as he hurried away from the battle, trusting the others to keep the Orcs at bay. "Little One, come back to the present."

Harry looked at Legolas with his brilliant green eyes then sank into unconsciousness.

A/N- Did you like it? If you did, or didn't, review and tell me! Thanks for reading!