AN: Enjoy the chapter. ^-^
Waking, prodding and secrets of the old man
Last time in Elflings of Hope:
Most of who had returned to Hogwarts were going to the library. Legolas however wanted to check on his father. Harry leaded the way, since Legolas would otherwise get lost. When they got there they saw that not much had changed. Legolas' father was still unconscious. They sat in silent by his bedside for awhile, but then Legolas started to sing, silently.
Harry was listening to his father's singing. It was so beautiful. Soon he dozed off and fell asleep.
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Legolas smiled as he saw that his son had fallen asleep. He needed that. A lot had happened today. Legolas was wondering how Aragorn and the others were doing. The war wasn't over yet and he felt guilty leaving them while he could have helped.
But then again if he hadn't gone to help then maybe he would have lost his father forever, and his son who he had just been reunited with and then you had this Voldemort person. He had escaped them and had gone back to Middle-Earth, closing the portal behind him.
Now they were desperately trying to open it again. Legolas wasn't sure if they would succeed. It was making him feel uneasy. He wanted to sleep, to rest, but he couldn't. Too many worries were on his mind.
It already had become dark in these lands. Legolas looked at his father. He really was in a bad shape and it made his blood boil with anger. He was getting this madman for this. This he swore to the Valar.
A slight moan brought his attention back to his father.
"Father!" Legolas yelped. The older elf's eye's shot open, hearing the voice of his son. Eye's full of confusion were looking at Legolas.
"Legolas?" came the weak voice of his father.
His father tried to sit up, but fell back as he moaned in pain.
"What happened?" Thranduil asked.
"Mirkwood got attacked." Legolas answered.
As if realization hit his father the next thing Thranduil said was supposed to sound stern.
"Why are you here? Weren't you fighting against Sauron's forces?" he asked.
Legolas sighed.
"Gilmîr decided to rescue you and the other elves," he said.
"Gilmîr?" Thranduil said surprised and then spotted his grandson sleeping at the foot of the bed.
Many emotions ran past Thranduil's face.
"What made him go in the first place? Weren't you with him?" His father seemed to be a little angry with him.
"It's not my fault." Legolas protested. "I left him in Lothlórien and continued the quest to destroy the Ring. Lord Elrond said his son, Helluin, had a vision and that's the reason they went on a rescue mission." Legolas said.
"Helluin returned too?" Thranduil blinked with surprise.
Legolas nodded.
"He's with his brothers right now." Legolas said.
Now that a part of his worries was ebbing away he could feel how tired he really was. His father must have noticed he was exhausted.
"Get some rest, Legolas. It looks like you can fall down any minute." Thranduil said to his son kindly.
Legolas chuckled lightly, before he obediently lay down on a bed next to his father's. He was lost to the world around him in matters of seconds.
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Voldemort should have known his followers were idiots. When he spotted them captured by these stupid beings, that were holding him back, he fought his way through and fled the forest.
If he couldn't use them he must find another way to obtain immortality. These lands reeked of power and a dark power was pulling on him. It was that power that drove him to the south.
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The castle of Hogwarts had fallen silent as night came around. Most of the Order had fallen asleep, their heads resting on the books they had been reading.
One person was still awake though. Albus Dumbledore couldn't sleep. He had too much on his mind. He would have thought his plan had worked.
In the time Voldemort had come to power the first time around they were in need of a hero. So he tapped into his old powers to try and get one. He thought it hadn't worked, until he noticed some changes.
He knew that messing with time isn't a good thing to do. He hadn't meant to, but Sirius Black had appeared out of nowhere, as if he had existed in this world for all his life. And then you had little Harry, who was suddenly a part of their life too.
When he heard the prophecy he didn't question his mistakes anymore. They needed a hero and he managed to get one. If that meant he got some extra luggage with it so be it.
He hadn't expected that his hero turned out to be an elf. And there for all he hadn't expected his hero to fall out of his grip, before his plan was a success.
And now Voldemort was roaming the lands of Middle-Earth. The very lands he was banned from. He had to try and get his boy back, but he knew how protective elves could be.
Curse those elves, he hated them. It was not that he was showing them of his hatred. Of course he already knew how to open that portal. He knew Tom from inside out and of course he came from Middle-Earth himself.
He could have returned to it for millions of times, but he liked it here better. The only creatures here that were called elves were the House Elves and they reminded him more of Hobbits than elves.
With Voldemort in Middle-Earth the wizarding world here was safe. If he could keep Voldemort there than his problem was solved. Of course that meant he had to keep four elves, a dwarf and two elflings here and he wasn't sure he could survive that with all body parts intact.