Harry Potter and the Eyes of the Elves
The fourteen elves appeared in a small, dark alleyway to the side of the front of the white, marble edifice of Gringotts Wizards' Bank amidst screams from the patrons of Diagon Alley. At least sixty Death Eaters and twelve Rogue elves were marching towards the bank. The Death Eaters were all throwing curses and hexes to the people who were all running in opposite directions trying to escape. The elves could see a middle age woman cry out as her husband fell after being hit with Avada Kedrava.
Emrys shook slightly at seeing the green light again. 'Kill the spare…' He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and waited for instructions.
Eddris pushed them all back further into the passage between the buildings. "There are too many of them out there for us to face them all in battle. We must wait for the human fighters to arrive."
"We can't leave them to struggle by themselves." Emrys angrily whispered. "One of the main reasons we came back to the human world was to protect the people that we can with our small numbers and to tell my father if fifty more Warriors are needed here and wherever else they plan to attack!"
The elder elf furiously whispered back to him. "We are not to leave them alone in this attack but to do as the humans say 'guerilla' warfare. We take them down one by one and quietly. Does everyone have their daggers, knives, and bows?" The elves all looked to each other and nodded.
"Good; take them down one at a time or two if you can manage. Spread out and stay hidden if possible until the human fighters arrive to help. It will take them a while to group and get here. Do not use any traceable magic until they arrive. Always try to be within twenty-five feet of another. Be careful."
"Iytuvar." The elves acquiesced before leaving to go their different directions. A few deftly used areas with missing bricks in the wall of the building next to them to climb with poise to the roof before throwing a protective cloak around them that was made of an elvish material called Yyillate, which concealed whoever was wearing by making them seem to blend into their surroundings. (The cloak still shouldn't be worn in plain sight with strong daylight.)
The entire conversation and stationing had taken less than a minute.
Emrys swung his cloak around his shoulders and charily leapt (non-magically) shadow to shadow to get in a good viewing range.
He watched as a Death Eater brought out a jeweled dagger from inside of his robes and lifted his arm to send the dagger into the heart of an elderly man that had fallen on his onto the ground.
Just as the man started moving his lips as if a quiet prayer and closed his eyes, not wanting to see his fate in the gleam of a knife, Emrys released the hold of the arrow that he had taken from his quiver and watched as it went into the raised hand of the Death Eater. The glinting dagger fell uselessly to the ground as the hooded figure started screaming at the pain and blood pouring from his hand.
No one paid any attention to his scream in the midst of all the others. The Death Eater then ran to a colleague about eight yards away yelling at him to remove the arrow, but just as the other lifted his wand another arrow came flying from the opposite direction, and into the back of the man, who fell over promptly onto his face on top of the other.
Arrows kept flying and hitting random Death Eater and Rogue targets but none could figure out where they were coming from.
Emrys waited until no one was within thirty yards of him before running to the elderly wizard who was still lying on his back, with his eyes closed; too weak and depleted to get up.
He gently nudged the man's shoulder repeatedly to get him to open his eyes.
Emrys smiled softly. "We need to get you up and out of here. The Death Eaters will be coming around again."
"You aren't going to kill me?" the man hoarsely whispered.
"Of course not." Emrys gazed around again before helping the man up and into a small alley where he knew two of the elves were within fifteen feet of the man.
"Stay here."
Suddenly, thirty-five Aurors (including six Order of the Phoenix members) apparated into the core of the battle and started blasting hexes immediately.
Upon seeing the humans arriving half the elves dropped their archery equipment and grabbed their swords and battle wands and moved from their positions; while the others kept shooting off arrows.
A desperate and shrill scream reached Emrys' ears from nearby and he ran towards the direction of the shouting, knocking five Death Eaters unconscious as he went.
A woman was fighting furiously to get out of the grasp that a Rogue had around her and was trying to reach out to her daughter who was being held by another Rogue. The little girl had shoulder-length dark mahogany hair, bluish-green eyes, and looked to be only nine or ten.
As he ran nearing he could hear the words being said.
"No! Please, not my daughter! You can't take Leilani. She's only a child. Have mercy, have mercy!"
The words rang through Emrys' head as he remembered his mother's (as that is what he still thought of Lily Potter as well as his biological mother) last pleas.
"What a fine human, your little daughter is. Almost like an elf, she is. I believe we'll keep her for a week or two before disposing of her." The Rogue elf holding the little girl said maliciously. "It appears we will have to keep using these pathetic weaklings until we capture our real prize-."
The Rogue stopped short as a dagger was placed at his throat. "And what would that 'real prize' be, may I ask? What would drive an elf to join the Rogues and murder innocents?" Emrys said, in a very low, dangerous voice. "I would not lie if I were you."
The other Rogue went to drop the woman and run but just before he could turn, Elessar (Emrys' second sword) was pointed at his throat as well. "Do not think that I will hesitate to use them." He said as he saw the two Rogues stare at his weapons. "Gently, put down the woman and her daughter."
Gulping, they left go of the two humans. The little girl ran to her mother but neither made a move to get away. The battle kept going around them as the three elves warily watched each other and the two humans watched them.
"Neither of you have answered my question. What is the real prize? What do you hope to accomplish by joining the dark humans?"
"The Imperial elf princess, Elle, is the prize that we will win." One of them stated haughtily and rather stupidly.
"Really?" No emotion was perceptible in the voice of the prince. "And what makes you think that you will be able to get past the guard and her brother whom are protecting her?"
"The prince is untaught. I heard he only returned two or three months ago. It is impossible for him to have completed his training in that short a period of time."
"You are positive in your opinion?" only a subtle tilt to the end of his statement suggested that in was a question.
"I was the top of my lessons and it still took me eleven months to complete my basic training."
The women were watching this argument, nervously wondering what was going on.
"Would you believe me lying, then, if I told you that I am the prince, Emrys, and that I am completely through with my training and that I do not appreciate the way you speak of my sister."
The two others snorted derisively at the thought but were struck dumb when Emrys threw back his hood of his now light green cloak and they saw for the first time the circlet upon his brow. Shocked gasps came from the four watching him.
In a sudden movement, the elf by Emrys' swords stepped back and turned to flee from the scene.
The prince turned to the woman and quickly said, "Cover her eyes," while gesturing to her daughter. He pulled out his bow and an arrow and shot the running elf in the back, watched him fall, and pivoted and, in a series of movement too quick for the eye to catch, brought up his sword and blocked the progress of the sword of the other Rogue.
The woman, clutching her daughter, backed up quickly as the two elves started a swords duel in front of them. They were both moving so quickly and deftly that it was almost impossible to keep up with what they were all doing. The woman's hands dropped from Leilani's eyes as she gazed in rapture to the feverishly moving elves. Suddenly, the prince fell onto his back with a large slash on his upper right arm, a tear across his chest, and a gash near the hairline in the middle of his forehead going along the side of his face, down to his neck and a bleeding lip; all were bleeding profusely. The other had wounds across his arms and chest, and even a few on his back.
Emrys kicked the elf in the stomach and scrambled up as the Rogue regained his breath. The Rogue just dropped his sword, then, and grabbed the prince's neck tightly.
"I will kill you and then capture your sister, use her as I will, and then kill her as well." He whispered into Emrys' face; his expression leering at the thought of the princess.
Just as he leaned back to give gloating smile as he killed the prince, Emrys leaned his head back and shot out the blood in his mouth into the other's face and gave the Rogue a left hook that sent him flying a few feet and unconscious.
There was silence for a few seconds before…
The woman ran forward and hugged him. "Thank you! I can never repay-."
"I was glad to help. You two better go." He nodded and went to pick up his equipment and went back to the main area of where the battle had been to see that some of the Death Eaters had been captured, many more of them had apparated away, and a number of people injured or dead on the ground.
The elves gathered together. Although none of them had died in battle, all of them were wounded in one way or another and needed medical attention.
After checking to see that the Aurors had control of the situation, they all leapt back to Hogwarts, where the others were in the middle of lunch.
End Chapter Ten
I know this chapter was probably not up to your expectations… I'm really not good with any type of battle scene…
I'd like to thank all my reviewers, readers, and idea-givers, who have all helped me so much.