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Chapter 30

I could no more get the green eyed man out of my head than I could cut off my own arm. Ever since that first talk where he scolded me because I don't want to be king I had wanted nothing more than to claim him as mine, and when I thought him dead I wanted to join him. I was angry that he had dared to leave me, and that anger was what allowed me to survive the fight ahead. When he came back I was happy, thus confusing me even more. The first time I kissed him, I hadn't meant to. The secant time, I had to get away before I could no longer stop myself. I felt like a predator in my own skin, and Harry was my sweet pray. I could still taste the kiss as I licked my lips, I could hear how he moaned as I kissed him, and what that had done to me.

"Lord Aragon, I believe we need to have a little talk." Bill said coming over to me, Neville stood at his side, and I was resigned to my fate. I doubted they wanted there king and commander to be treated as I had treated him. Not that I would ever regret stilling a kiss from Harry, how could I when he tasted like the finest, sweetest wine in Rivendale.

"Perhaps a walk would be in order, master wizards." I said refusing to show them how much I hated them in that moment. They must of heard some of my distaste in my voice if there smirk was anything to go by.

I lead them out to walk, noticing Legolas sitting on the wall, his eyes trained towards the west, but his ears looked like they were straining to hear us. "What can I help you with master wizards?" I asked them after a moment.

"Our king is like a little brother to us Lord Aragon, and therefore it is our duty to make sure you understand what hurting him will cost you. He has more than a hundred wizards whom are loyal to him, all whom would kill anyone who so much as looks at Harry wrong hurt him and there will be no place left for you to hide, cherish him and we will get along just fine." Bill said smirking at me.

"Isn't hard to see where the twins got there mischief streak from." Neville grumbled, and I'm not sure I was supposed to hear it. Louder he said, "Luna will have my head if she thought I didn't threaten you properly, she loves her big brother and Harry is like my little brother, not to mention that seeing Harry hurt makes Luna sad, and anything that makes her sad makes me mad, so your better off not hurting Harry if you catch my drift."

With a final glance at me the men walked away and I could hear the gruff laugh of Gimliy and the melodious laugh of Legolas. "I once heard that it was an older brothers job to threaten any suitor, apparently those two take that job serious, related or not." Boromir said walking up to us, a smirk on his lips.

"You have fallen for him; I can see it when you look at him." Legolas said as Gimliy and Boromir walked away. There was no reason to say who him was.

"I do not know my old friend, I am attracted, but until recently he was too cold, he seemed to freeze people with but a glance, and now he seems to be thawing, but what if he changes again? What if this warmer person is but a dream meant to fool us? I do not doubt his intentions, only his actions." I said sharing my own doubts with Legolas, hoping he could spread some light on the truth of Harry's feelings.

"He was covered in shadows, such despair that I am surprised he did not drown. When he returned, the shadows were pushed out, there still, but less consuming. He feels like a man who has just left the despair, and while it lingers it will fade with time." Legolas said with a smile on his face, and I nodded in acceptance.

The next day we left for Izangaurd, Harry rode with me, and I could not stop my hands from fluttering across his stomach, I refused to look at him in though, not wanting to give away that I knew exactly what I was doing under his cloak. When we arrived it was to find Marry and Pippin smoking pipe weed. I smiled as he jumped into the water.

"Harry!" They cried together as Harry pulled each into a hug. "We thought you dead Harry. How is it your alive?" Pippin asked in wonder.

"It takes more than a troll to kill me and keep me down little Hobbit. After all I took out my first troll when I was nothing more than an eleven year old kid." Harry said with a wink at them. "Now I do believe Gimliy wants a hug as does Boromir, perhaps Legolas and Aragon as well." He said as we dismounted, crouching to give the Hobbits a hug.

"It is good to see you again Masters Merry and Pippin." Luna said giving the hobbits a hug as Bill and Nev did the same.

Chapter 31

The old wizard who stood on top of Izangaurd nearly made me laugh. Saruman was nothing more than a tool and hearing him think to talk to Théoden was funny. "You should really stop while you're ahead, your acting skills need some work." I said with a laugh, "Honestly, even Malfoy Sr. didn't talk as much as you do, and that is saying something." I said sounding bored.

"Who are you?" He demanded and who I am to deny him his wish?

"Tell me Saruman did you give your master my message?" I asked him and saw his eyes burn with fury. With a wave of my hand I sent a reducto at the staff in his hands and watched it become splinters, I could hear Luna laughing behind me, and bill and Nev snorted with amusement. How I had missed winding up the dark wizards. When the Palantir was thrown Pippin picked it up, only for Gandalf to take it, and soon we made our way back to Edoras. The moment we got back I sent Luna, Nev, and Bill to Rivendale, the sword of the fallen king of Gondor was to be re-forged. They left only an hour and a half later. Taking there own avian forms to fly. Luna was a majestic Raven, she would have done Rowena proud. Bill was a black tailed owl with a single white spot on his tail, and Nev was a Sparrow. I watched with a smile as they took to the air and out of sight.

"I have heard tails of you for years Harry. The Fallen Angel who was a mute, never uttering word, they used to rumor that you had been kidnapped and could not speak without fear of losing your life. Of course the men where always drunk when they spoke such rumors; and I even rode through where you were said to be once. But any inquiry about you got me a knife to my throat." Aragon said from beside me, surprising me with his words.

"They rumored you had such sorrowful eyes, but such beauty that the villagers refused to let you go, they claimed you were a prince, stolen from his crib in Rivendale, and when I first saw you so aloof and cold I wasn't sure what to think. The way you moved, and spoke was unique, but it was not the voice of a sorrowful man. When you grinned and said you were the 'Fallen Angel' I wasn't even sure if you were being serious." He told me before looking down at me. His dark eyes were full of emotions. He seemed to be searching for something for only a moment before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, a kiss that soon became heated.

I could not help but to moan as his lips trailed down my neck and back up to nibble on my earlobe. I gasped as I felt his hands clutch my hips, bring me closer, and I could feel how much he wanted me. His manhood was pressed into mine, and I could not think straight as he growled. "Stop," I panted after a moment, and with one final fiery kiss he did. I closed my eyes as he walked away, it wasn't that I didn't want him, in truth I wanted him very much, but if I slept with him there would be no out, he would be my mate for life, and if it was only lust than we would grow to hate each other, something I feared above all else. I groaned as I walked back in, I could feel the heat rising to my face, and ignoring the looks people sent towards me I made my way back to the room we were going to share.

I had only meant to close my eyes for a moment but when I awoke it was to Merry screaming as Pippin convulsed, the Palantir in his hands. Quickly I summoned it to me, and closed my eyes.

"Who are you?" A great big eye asked trying to torture me as he had Pippin, it felt like a tickle compared to what I had faced before.

"I have a message for you Oh-Great-Lidless-Eye." I said with a smirk. "I am told to tell you that nobody messes with death magic, the last fool who did so was killed by the Master of death, and he is coming for you. Do not think you will escape the consequences Dark-Lord Sauron. There will be no pity for you. Those whom follow you will perish, and those you seek to oppress will win. After all how can they lose what they have the Master of Death on there side?"

"I am the only master! I who have concurred death! Nothing will stop me! I will kill all of you fools who think to stand up against me!" He hissed, but it wasn't nearly as intimidating as Persaltounge. A smirk grew on my lips at an idea I had. Loudly I cast a dry eyes spell and an eye color spell before casting a temporary blinding spell in Persaltounge, I heard him howl as I was released. A smirk formed on my lips as everyone looked at me.

"The fool should not try hissing when the one he hisses at can talk to snakes." I said in satisfaction. Not caring to elaborate I fell back asleep, a smirk playing on my lips.

Chapter 32

We looked at Harry as he fell back asleep, a smug look on his lovely face. Aragon looked at him, ignoring everyone else. "Such a weird man." He murmured and if it weren't for my sensitive hearing I doubt I would have heard him.

We followed Gandalf into a meeting with Théoden, I could hear Gandalf talking about Gondor, but I wasn't paying attention. My mind was on my best friend and the small wizard. It was thought to be a well known fact that Aragon was in love with Arwen. Only a few of us knew that the love shared between the tow was no more than a love between siblings. I had the honor of being one of those with that knowledge. I almost laughed as I thought of Aragon with Harry, one an old wizard whose heart was slowly melting. The other a born king with a soft heart and a possessive streak a mile long; they would do well together.

When the meeting ended I walked with Aragon, noticing how his eyes would travel to the room Harry soundly slept in. "I fear I will lose control and hurt him. I feel like a predator, and I would have taken him had he not stopped me." Aragon said with a weary sigh.

"You would never hurt him melonin. I do not believe you are capable of hurting him. He is a fighter first and foremost, trust me; you could do no more than what he allowed you to. Although I suggest you talk to him, the both of you barely know each other." I told him with a smile, just as I knew the sun would rise on the marrow I knew hat Harry would be the perfect mate for Aragon.

I could see Aragon thinking it all over. His eyes were cloudy, his mind a whirl wind of thoughts. I could feel his emotions; they were all over the place. With a smirk I left him to his own, only to run into Harry who came out with bleary eyes and mussed hair.

"You look like Draco; did I ever tell you that?" He asked me with a frown. Slowly I shook my head.

"He was a worthy rival during school, and a great friend in the war. You remind me of him in looks and personality." He told me before walking away, wizards are strange creatures.

Chapter 33

I couldn't stop thinking; my mind was a swirl of emotions that I was trying to sort out. Running eight thousand years pushing all emotions aside does not make them go away. Trying to sort through them all is a job and a half, added this odd attraction to the future king of men, well it doesn't help. Nether did him kissing me at every turn for that matter.

I shook my head as I left the room I had been sleeping in only to run into the Draco look alike. I only spoke to him for a moment before walking away. I felt a pang as I thought about the friend I had left behind, the man I had given my fortune to, and named region in my absence. I would have given him the title of king, but he had refused it.

Shaking my head I walked out side of the castle. I could feel the coldness of the wind on my face, and I wanted to fly. Smirking I closed my eyes and large black wings with emerald tips spread from my back. The pain from it was minimal, and well worth it.

I closed my eyes as I entered the sky, allowing the sky to consume me in its growing darkness. I tilted my head back and stretched my arms out as rain began to splatter down. The water felt like satin against my skin, and I couldn't help but to laugh. In passing I wondered if the villagers knew just how close to truth there name for me was. I let out a laugh of irony as I flew over Rohan, not paying any attention to those watching me.

My mind switched to the villagers I had lived amongst before this long journey. I hoped to see them again someday; they were not an evil lot, just misunderstood and protective. I could easily remember the children tailing me, some following me as a hunter, and others following me like ducklings follow there mother. I could remember there parents patient smiles, and the love that surrounded them. The feelings in the village were why I stayed there; I needed to be able to see what I was fighting for.

With a soft thump I landed on the ground, pulling my wings back, and feeling the skin close over where the wings had protruded only moments before. I smiled as I stretched my arms above my head, only to have a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "What is the name of your parents?" Aragon asked me, surprising me by his question.

"James Charles Potter and Lilly Ann Potter;" I said after a moment.

"Favorite color?" He asked, and seeing no harm in answering I shrugged.

"Once it was the color of the sky when it is lit with the stars. Now, I don't know any more." I said as I felt a kiss being pressed to my neck. My breath hitched as he moved to kiss the back of my neck.

"Your favorite memory?" He asked, barely moving his lips from my neck to ask his question.

"My first time in the air." I said, my voice soft as he kissed a very tender spot making me moan.

"First love?" He asked me.

"N…Never had o…one." I said moaning and I could feel him smile as he pressed his lips to my neck.

"Greatest fear?" He asked me, his voice filled with want.

"Becoming what I hate most, losing myself to the dark power that runs through my veins. I fear turning into another dark lord." I said, not knowing why I told him. I could feel his arms tighten around me.

"What else?" He asked, sensing I didn't tell him everything.

"Bonding with someone who will grow to hate me." I gasped out as his teeth grazed my skin. I heard him growl lowly in his throat.

"Dearest wish?" He asked me.

"To have a fa…family of my o…own." I said gasping as he bit down on my neck. My brain was fuzzy, hazed over with want. His teeth nipped at me I could feel his reluctance as he let me go. He turned me around to face him before planting a soft kiss to my lips.

"I do not think anyone can hate you, nor do I believe you will ever grow evil, and I plan on becoming your first and last love." He hissed in my ear before parting with one final bruising kiss; leaving me gasping for air.

"Well don't you look we'll snogged." A voice said from behind me making me whirl around in befuddlement to look upon a man whom by all rights shouldn't be here.

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