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"Tonight we will rest here, and we will travel at daybreak." Legolas rested his bow and quiver of arrows against the wall of the cave, and also sat down next to them, wiping his brow with one green sleeve. Draco followed suit.
"What about going home? What about my parents?"
Legolas' gaze softened, and he reached over and placed a hand on Draco's arm.
"Your home is gone, and your parents...."
"You better be kidding Elf...you're joking, right?" Draco's tone was almost pleading. "Right? I mean, they are okay?"
"I wish this could be easier for you, but no, I speak the truth when I say your parents are no more."
"No!" Draco gasped. "No you have to be lying! How can mum and dad be...be..."
"I know it is hard for you. I know your pain...I too, have suffered loss. But it is better that you should know the truth about the happenings in the world. Back in the days of Middle Earth, there was a Dark Lord...Sauron. For as long after the events that occured back in the days of old, we had all thought Sauron had been finally defeated for good. But it appears that his powers have been renewed through a new source. A source well known in the magic communities of your day, now."
"Voldemort?"
"Yes. Voldemort. Thomas Riddle. Voldemort has given new life to the forces of darkness from Middle Earth. The eternal evil, Sauron, has been reborn, and has joined forces with Voldemort. Together, they are compiling an army so mighty and fierce, that if something is not done to stop them, all of earth, past, present and future...will be destroyed forever."
"Hang on...Middle Earth. That must mean you're..."
"Yes, several millenia older than you. Elves are immortal-"
"That means you'll live forever."
"Well done. Very good, perhaps we can start to actually move on to learn your basic curses tomorrow. Please stop interrupting. Time is always against us, and I fear that already we are too late."
"We? What do you mean we? I didn't ask to be any part of this, this...evil-undoing business. My father taught me to follow Voldemort. Why should I listen to you? I'm a Malfoy."
"Yes. We've established that point. After you have repeated and thus confirmed several times that you are a Malfoy, will you please allow me to explain why the forces are planning on finding and killing us? And after all, I doubt Riddle thought very much of your father. Upon finding out that his loyal follower's son held half of the key to banishing him forever, Voldemort unleashed his anger and killed Lucius Malfoy and his wife. It is a miracle that you were not in the house at the time. Even now, my Elven powers will not last long enough to hold them off our trail. It is only a matter of time..."
Tears welled in Draco's eyes. He quickly brushed them away, something he had done too many times in the past for him to remember each occasion where he had concealed his pain or sorrow. A Malfoy must not show pain nor fear nor any other emotion. His father had taught him that. And now his father was gone. He might not have been a good father. But he was still his dad. Draco let the tears come, burying his head in his hands and sobbing like a helpless child. Legolas looked at the younger man with great pity. After hesitating for a moment, he took Draco into his arms, gently rubbing his back in order to soothe him. As he comforted Draco, Legolas, who knew very well what lay before them, couldn't help but fear the coming events.
"Tonight we will rest here, and we will travel at daybreak." Legolas rested his bow and quiver of arrows against the wall of the cave, and also sat down next to them, wiping his brow with one green sleeve. Draco followed suit.
"What about going home? What about my parents?"
Legolas' gaze softened, and he reached over and placed a hand on Draco's arm.
"Your home is gone, and your parents...."
"You better be kidding Elf...you're joking, right?" Draco's tone was almost pleading. "Right? I mean, they are okay?"
"I wish this could be easier for you, but no, I speak the truth when I say your parents are no more."
"No!" Draco gasped. "No you have to be lying! How can mum and dad be...be..."
"I know it is hard for you. I know your pain...I too, have suffered loss. But it is better that you should know the truth about the happenings in the world. Back in the days of Middle Earth, there was a Dark Lord...Sauron. For as long after the events that occured back in the days of old, we had all thought Sauron had been finally defeated for good. But it appears that his powers have been renewed through a new source. A source well known in the magic communities of your day, now."
"Voldemort?"
"Yes. Voldemort. Thomas Riddle. Voldemort has given new life to the forces of darkness from Middle Earth. The eternal evil, Sauron, has been reborn, and has joined forces with Voldemort. Together, they are compiling an army so mighty and fierce, that if something is not done to stop them, all of earth, past, present and future...will be destroyed forever."
"Hang on...Middle Earth. That must mean you're..."
"Yes, several millenia older than you. Elves are immortal-"
"That means you'll live forever."
"Well done. Very good, perhaps we can start to actually move on to learn your basic curses tomorrow. Please stop interrupting. Time is always against us, and I fear that already we are too late."
"We? What do you mean we? I didn't ask to be any part of this, this...evil-undoing business. My father taught me to follow Voldemort. Why should I listen to you? I'm a Malfoy."
"Yes. We've established that point. After you have repeated and thus confirmed several times that you are a Malfoy, will you please allow me to explain why the forces are planning on finding and killing us? And after all, I doubt Riddle thought very much of your father. Upon finding out that his loyal follower's son held half of the key to banishing him forever, Voldemort unleashed his anger and killed Lucius Malfoy and his wife. It is a miracle that you were not in the house at the time. Even now, my Elven powers will not last long enough to hold them off our trail. It is only a matter of time..."
Tears welled in Draco's eyes. He quickly brushed them away, something he had done too many times in the past for him to remember each occasion where he had concealed his pain or sorrow. A Malfoy must not show pain nor fear nor any other emotion. His father had taught him that. And now his father was gone. He might not have been a good father. But he was still his dad. Draco let the tears come, burying his head in his hands and sobbing like a helpless child. Legolas looked at the younger man with great pity. After hesitating for a moment, he took Draco into his arms, gently rubbing his back in order to soothe him. As he comforted Draco, Legolas, who knew very well what lay before them, couldn't help but fear the coming events.