Ahhh! It's been to long since I've posted! I'm sooooo sorry! Forgive me! I really wanted to post last week but I'm going on a cruise next week so I was doing things for school. I'm really sorry!
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. I know I confused some of you last chapter.
vanzdaprincez- River Lullaby in The Price of Egypt
xMissSalazar- Haha, yea. There will be an explanation for that in the next chapter.
GaiazHeart- You'll see :3
bookworm19065- Good question. I think it's because the Malfoy's just want to show there better than everyone else (That or they're not allowed to move him up a year).
Rylia- Sorry I didn't answer your question last chapter. They are able to detract them (Well right now Kyrie can) back into their body.
Well, I hope you like! Dedicated to you, for sticking with me this far. =]
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Blaise looked over to his companion and noticed that there were tears streaming down his face. The blanket the little twin bed held, was up to his chin and he was attempting to make himself look even smaller than he already was.
"Aw, Nev, don't look like that. I promise I'll find a way out of here." Blaise scooted closer to his complain and hugged him close. He immediately dropped the blanket he was clutching and wrapped his arms around the taller.
'I'm going to get up to see if there's anyone around.' Neville, reluctantly, loosened his hold on his personal heater and scooted away. Blaise, not looking back, pushed his legs over the side of the bed and set his bare feet onto the ground; wincing when he felt a few sticks dig into the bottom if them.
'On second thought…'
Blaise looked over to Neville with a soft look to his eyes; his mate was in pain. It was his fault they were here; it was his fault they couldn't figure out where they were. HE was supposed to be the strong one- the mainly one- in their relationship and he was beaten by a few measly twigs and some poisonous animals; how stupid.
"'Lais, 'Lais it's not your fault." Neville scooted over to the other side of the bed where his other brought his feet back up to the bed from the Forrest floor. Getting onto his knees, Neville wrapped his arms around Blaise's broad shoulders and squeezed. Blaise reached up and grabbed the Gryffindor's hand, sighing. "If anything this is my fault."
Blaise's head whipped around so fast to look at his mate they both could hear his neck cracking over the noises of the forest.
"How in Merlin's name could this possibly be your fault, Nev?" Neville let his hands fall off his boyfriend's shoulders and looked down to the messed up bed.
"If you weren't in my bed..." the idiot Gryffindor was ripping himself up inside and he looked up when he heard a chuckle and felt a heavy mental caress.
'Nev,' Blaise chose not to speak aloud because he knew Neville would become embarrassed if he said what he was going to say aloud. 'I was the one who invited myself into your bed, not the other way around.' The Slytherin was not disappointed when he saw the lovely blush the rose from his mate's cheeks.
Before Neville could hide himself beneath the blankets Blaise grabbed his hand and pulled him over into his lap.
'Before you go and hide from me, I think we should at least see if there's food or water around.' As if on cue the smaller of the two's stomach growled loudly and the Slytherin laughed heartedly while the other turned into a ripe tomato.
'Yea, I think that's a brilliant idea.' The Gryffindor shoved the Slytherin a bit.
'Shove off you prat.' The other only laughed harder aloud.
Neville, being Neville, looked around from where he sat on the comfy bed and looked out across the span of exotic plants; half in shock, half in wonder.
'Lais, those plants are edible; it's a mango tree. So is that plant, it's an apple one. In fact...' Neville looked all around them and stared at all the different plants in his line of sight.
"All of these plants are food plants." Neville whispered aloud. Blaise looked to him with disbelieving eyes, not that he didn't believe hid mate but what were the odds that they happened to fall in the Middle of a Forrest filled with fruit trees. But true to his mates words a snap was hears and a pomegranate fell onto the messy bed they were sitting in.
A relieved sigh left Blaise's mouth; at least he knew he could feed his mate and himself but now the problem rest with where the hell were they and how would they get home.
"Nev, i'm going to collect some food, okay?" Neville looked over with worry, didn't he just try to get up? Looking back down to the bed a light bulb went on in his head.
Grabbing the sheets he put the edge in between his teeth and pulled. Blaise watched with confusion but didn't say a word, when Neville set his mind to something nothing could stop him. So he sat back and watched as his mate gnawed at the bed sheet and gave him a big smile when he caught onto his thoughts.
"That's brilliant Nev!" His mate was making makeshift shoes for them out of the bed sheets. He sent his boyfriend words of praise and stroked his oh so very low ego for a bit and took the two strips of sheets that the younger had made and wrapped it around his feet.
"I'll be right back." Looking back to his boyfriend he saw the dejected look on his face and he couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips into a kiss.
It was meant to be short, meant to be a peck before he got up and harvested food for breakfast but it quickly became passionate and he couldn't move away. He grabbed the front of Neville's sleeping shirt and pulled him closer to himself, slipping one of his hands under his boyfriend's shirt.
"Nahaa." Neville let out a small cry as 'Lais's warm hands left a trail of fire on his belly. Blaise, being the cunning Slytherin that he was, wasn't going to let that cry go to waste and he slipped his tongue into the open one of his significant other. He felt Neville grip the front of his shirt shyly before very timidly letting his tongue slip alongside his own; he couldn't help but let a moan slip.
Breaking the kiss to let that stupid thing called air back into their lungs he rest his forehead against Neville's. Panting he opened his eyes and back away a bit before he could push his mate back onto the bed and thoroughly ravish him.
Unknowingly, Blaise was sending Neville images of what he wanted to do instead of gather food and Neville 'eeped' aloud before turning into a strawberry.
'Be right back, love.' Neville's blush instantly disappeared and he looked up to his retreating boyfriend; that was the first time he ever called him that. But, apparently, Blaise didn't because he didn't feel or see the surprise that his mate was giving off.
'Love you too, Lais.' This time it was the Slytherin's turn to pause and look over back to where the other was sitting, staring at him with awe in his eyes.
'Nev...' He was never able to finish before another voice interrupted him.
"Your majesties! Your Majesties needn't get up!" A tall male with light blue hair came running into the clearing, scaring the bejesus out of the pair who believed they were alone. The bluenette ran up to the bed side of the only other people in sight and practically shoved Blaise back into bed without touching him; okay, well Blaise was terrified to have the random blue haired boy touch him so he half-willingly went back on the bed but even if he didn't he knew t he boy would have shoved him back on the bed anyway.
"I'm sorry you majesties, I should have known you would have been hungry. I will fetch you food right away!" The strange boy kneeled in front of them—which would be the side of the bed—and lowered his head. Then, before either could tell what was going, the male whistled and out popped a few more people. Some were male, some female, but they all had one thing in common—they were all carrying a basket full of food. They all walked up to the bed the two boys were lying in and bowed their head or curtsied before they set the basket they carried on or beside said bed before they disappeared once more.
In the end, the two Hogwarts students were surrounded by all types of food from all around the world and the bluenette still on his knees with his head bowed; needless to say, they were very confused.
'Lais, what's going on?' Neville scooted closer to his mate and said mate wrapped his arm around the scared boy's shoulders and Neville took that as a sign that he was able to bury his head into said mates chest; which he did without further ado.
'I don't know Nev," He rubbed the boys arm in a comforting way, to calm him from completely freaking out on him—which he was attempting not to do himself—before he sent him calming emotions through their bond; he felt Neville's whole body sag in relaxation. 'But I intend to find out.'
But before Blaise could open his mouth to speak the bowing male in front of them stood up suddenly and the pair saw tears streaming down his face. Neville, being Neville, instantly had a concerned look on his face.
"Are you alright?" All the bluenette did was nod before he wiped his eyes to attempt the tears to stop falling but even after he dried his face of the wetness more trails of tears came down as he looked onto the couple that occupied the bed.
"I-I'm s-sorry your M-majesties." He wiped his tears away again and willed himself not to let anymore tears trail down his face; the pair saw it in his eyes. "I shouldn't be crying in front of you; you probably want an explanation to why you are here." He took in a deep breath and stood up as straight as he could before he took the stance of that who was in the royal guard or in the army.
"I am Ammon, the royal Liberian and your humble servant; whenever, where ever, whatever, majesties need all you need to do is call out my name and I will be there—no matter what." The two just looked at the male and blinked.
"Where are we?" Neville heard himself asking before his brain processed that he asked it.
"We are in the Forrest of Alfr; in the mountains of Switzerland." The boy—Ammon—made himself busy making a small area to create a fire with twigs and sticks. Once he deemed it ready he snapped his fingers and the structure was in flames. "Is there anything specific your majesties would like for breakfast?"
"Can you make pancakes with a bacon and cheese omelette?" Neville head whipped up at the mention of food and when he realized how quickly he asked the bluenette to make him food he blushed and looked down to the bed; both other males were staring at him.
"Of course your Majesty." Looking through a few of the baskets surrounding the pair he soon found what he was looking for and went back to working over the fire.
"Why are we here, who brought us here, and why are you calling us Majesties?" Blaise wasn't as trusting of the newcomer as his mate was but for some strange reason he felt he could trust this blue haired male.
"You are to meet the bonded ones and know what power you hold. I brought you here because it was my duty to bring you here. And you are the royals of the Elvin world, of course." Ammon didn't even look back at his ruler as he worked carefully on their breakfast, taking care not to burn anything,
"Your duty?" Neville scooted closer to his mate and leaned his head on Blaise's shoulder, yhe Slytherin rubbed his hand up and down Neville's arm to warm him up a bit.
"Yes, of course. This was foreseen by the great Merlin himself. I was to fetch you when it was time and because it's been over a month since the dragons revealed their majesties destines it was time for us to reveal yours. "Ammon abruptly stood with plates in his hands filled with pancakes and two omelettes.
"By Merlin?" Blaise's eyebrow raised as his servant set the plates filled with food down onto the bed quickly before he took a step back out of respect for his rulers. He watched in mild amusement as Neville dug into their meal with gusto; he must have laughed aloud because Neville stopped eating, blushed, then went back to eating—only slower this time.
"Yes, Merlin stopped by here some few thousand years ago to get some bark from the tree of life for two wands that would hold one half to the whole that would destroy the darkness that would threaten to destroy the world; your wands hold the bark of that tree." Blaise looked onto the slightly depressed looking male as he told the tale; his head was bowed to look at the ground.
"Can I ask a personal question?" Ammon's head snapped up to look at his leader and nodded in surprise.
"Yes, of course."
"Why do you look so depressed?" Neville asked the Slytherin's question for him and Blaise rolled his eyes; it wasn't the first time he wanted to ask someone something and his mate beat him to it—in that respect, the bond did become quite annoying at times. The kneeling male looked back down to the floor of the Forrest and something surprised the two; they saw a few tears fall to the ground. Neville looked over to his mate and said mate nodded to him. The Gryffindor slipped out of the bed, flinching when his foot stepped onto some sharp objects littering the forest floor but forged on.
Neville, when he was standing right in front of the hard working male, wrapped his arms around the bluenette's head. Said male flinched for a few moments and sighed, gently pushing his ruler off of him.
"I apologize Majesty; I didn't answer your question. I miss my mate terribly, he left a few weeks ago and saw the dragon leaders grow their wings but he has to stay there and speak with Kyrie about Merlin's words."
"Can't you speak with him telepathically?" Ammon nodded.
"Or course I can, all elvin mates can, but we have yet to complete the bond and we're right in the middle of the process so it's more painful being away from him." Blaise looked to his own mate with confusion.
"Elvin mates?" Ammon nodded solemnly before he gasped and slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide.
"Ammon," Blaise said in a stern voice—a warning voice—he didn't know exactly what he wanted the boy to tell him but he knew the bluenette was holding a large piece of information from him and he wanted that piece of the puzzle. What he see when he warned Ammon was the look that Neville gave him and he didn't know that he growled to his servant—actually growled. Whatever he did to get the boy to talk worked and he dropped his hands that were slapped over his mouth.
"You are elves, Majesty; I wasn't supposed to reveal that until we met the bonded." Neville looked at the bluenette like his was crazy before his eyes went wide.
"Is that why I can hear 'Lais's thoughts?" He got a nod in reply and this time it was Neville's turn to slap his hands over his mouth and gasp. All Blaise did was sigh before he stood from the bed and walked over to his mate and wrap his arm around him once more.
"Why don't we talk as we walk to these 'bonded'." Ammon nodded and jumped from his crouched position.
"Of course, follow me!" He turned 360 degrees suddenly and started to walk in the direction that he came. Like good guests, Neville and Blaise followed, wincing as the twigs and rocks dug into their feet. Soon, though, they sighed when they reached a path of sorts and all of the annoying objects that were digging into their skin were no more.
"What traits to elf's have?" Neville continued to question the terrified looking servant and Blaise smacked his head.
'Nev, can't you see, he thinks he's in trouble?' Neville looked up to the dominate with his big brown eyes and Blaise swore he lost himself in said eyes.
'But why would he think that? You're not going to hurt him, are you?'
'Of course not!' He scoffed to his naïve mate but looked back up to their guide. 'But he looks like he did something really wrong; like someone's going to punish him.' Neville looked back up and saw the same dejected looking face that his mate saw.
'Yea, I guess you're right.'
"Hey Ammon!" Neville stopped the elf from answering when he opened his mouth to answer his leader's question.
"Yes, Highness?"
"What trees are surrounding us? I don't recognize them from any herbology book I've read and even in my personal studies I haven't seen anything like it." Neville reached out and touched the tree a few inches from him to point out which trees he was speaking of and when he touched it he felt a burst of energy that he's never felt before.
He, as well as Blaise, gasped when the electrical current travailed though his body then left his body when he felt it reach his brain and then he felt the sensation through his mate's perspective. Blaise, being the smart wizard he was, touched the tree and the wonderful feeling left him.
"What was that?" Neville asked aloud, sounding breathless. Blaise turned to glare at their guide who looked onto them with both fascination as well as shock.
"Ammon," But said male interrupted him.
"We must hurry to the bonded." He then turned on his heels and briskly walked in the direction they were heading before the events that just happened made them pause in their journey; the pair followed the insane bluenette to a clearing in the trees. When the trees parted and the sun poured on their faces Neville gasped as they both looked at their surroundings.
They were in a village, a large village, with people of all ages walking in every which direction quickly. Small children were laughing as they played tag, adults were exchanging pleasantries, and teenagers—around their age—were either walking alone or with another of the same sex. The strange thing was, everyone in said village had ears and tails of animals. Some had ears atop of their heads and a tail swishing behind them and some had no ears as well as tails. Now that the two though about it, the bluenette they were following didn't have ears. Guess they didn't see it before because they didn't have a vast contrast of ears; everyone just had ears before they got to this village.
When Blaise and Neville walked into the clearing everyone walking about or running around instantly pause and watched them. Neville leaned in closer to his mate as they walked right behind Ammon into the middle of the street for everyone to see. Blaise would have growled at the crowed staring at them for making his mate uncomfortable but no one was talking, no one was whispering no one was pointing, no one was gawking; they were just looking on the pair with awe and shock.
They followed Ammon to what looked like the center of the village and there was a large tree that sat where, in most towns or villages, a fountain usually sat. There were a few people already sitting on the large roots that uprooted near the base of the tree but they immediately stood and walked a few steps away from said tree and did the same thing as the rest of the village; looked at the pair walking toward them.
Ammon stopped a few feet from said tree and turned again to look at the pair who were trying to disappear with all the stairs they were receiving; either that or they were attempting to merge into one because Blaise was holding Neville so close if Neville took a deep breath he would have inhaled his mates skin.
"Majesties, if you wouldn't mind." He put his arm over his heart and got down on one knee and bowed once more. But, unlike the last time when Ammon bowed to them, the rest of the onlookers bowed as well.
'Lais, I think he wants us to touch the tree again.'
'Yea, I thought so too.' For some reason, unknown to both, their bodies moved forward and at the same time touched the magnificent tree. What happened surprised both because all they thought would happen was they would feel the sensation of ecstasy again; but they didn't.
A small white light was glowing from the trunk of the tree and the pair couldn't look away from the soft light. It was like a light one saw when they were small and afraid—that light that tell children to not fear because it is there. Maybe that's why Blaise didn't automatically move Neville away from the tree when he started seeing the light. He knew that if it that light didn't appear in the exact moment that it did he would have taken Neville and gotten the hell out of the place—he didn't like not knowing what was happening.
But, as it was, the light grew and grew until it split into two lights and then those two lights grew and grew until one decided it was big enough to stop growing then a few seconds later the other one stopped. Neville, being the curious creature he was, tugged on his mates arm to get a closer look with him. He knew that Blaise wouldn't let him go alone—he could sense it in the bond—but maybe if Blaise went with him it'd be okay. All Blaise did was squeeze on his arm and Neville took on a look of a deflated balloon—he got his answer.
When he looked back up he blinked rapidly, because where the lights were stood two males in place of them. They both had tails and ears of foxes but they were different colors, one was orange and one red. The pair had grins on their faces and stretched like they had been sleeping for a while.
"Well, I'm glad to be out of there."
"Agreed, I like sleep but that was ridiculous; I don't even recognize the place anymore." The taller one looked around the village with a critical eye and sighed when he gave up attempting to find a familiar sight.
"And these two must be the two that brought us out of there." Blaise watched as the taller red head looked up and right into his eyes. He automatically didn't trust said red head and growled as he attempted to bring his mate closer.
"Hey man, chill, I'm not going to hurt you or your mate." The guy held up his hands in a defensive manor and Blaise didn't pause in his growling for a second.
"Somehow I doubt that." Neville sent him a concerned emotion through their bond—as well as a soothing one—but Blaise didn't take his eyes off the red head standing in front of him; he didn't trust the look the guy had in his eye. For some reason the orange eared male started to burst out laughing and Neville whipped his head around to look at him.
"He can see right through you Kay." The guy couldn't stop giggling even through his explanation and the other growled—mush like Blaise is—and snapped at his mate.
"Oh shut up you."
'Lais,' The Slytherin looked down to his mate when he felt the mental tug that the other was giving him. 'What are they talking about?'
'I don't know, Nev, but I'll find out, kay?' All Neville did was nod. They both looked away from each other to see the other pair just looking at them strangely and before Blaise could open his mouth to ask what the bloody hell was going on the red head he hated oh so much – Kay—stopped him.
"Touch the tree."
"… What?" The pair without ears blinked.
"Touch the bloody tree. You want explanations, right?" Neville nodded for them.
"Then touch the goddamn tree. I don't feel like explaining." The pair just stood there for a while, blinking, and Kay got annoyed very quickly. "Just touch it already! It won't bite you head off." The other rolled his eyes and shoved his mate.
"Go on," He said softly to Neville who extended his hand to touch it but pause in fear, he nodded and grabbed Blaise's and put both of their hands on the giant trunk. Suddenly, the world went dark.
'I knew I shouldn't have trusted that bastard.' Was the last thought both of them heard.
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Merlin! I'm soooo sorry! I hate that life keeps interrupting my writing time. I swear, witches honor, the next chapter will be up quicker. I already know what's going to happen so all I need to do is type it.
Please don't kill me!
Anyway, I hoped you like this chapter and next chapter I will have someone beta read it! (Didn't want to do it this time 'cause it already took so long)
Whelp, review! Tell me how much you hate me for taking so long! xD Also, Please tell me all my grammar error's (I know there's a lot) I'll go back and fix this chapter's cause it took so long. Thank you!