Title: Lost in Lórien – Chapter 3
Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Lucius/Haldir
Rating: R just to be safe, very questionable behaviour, snogging going on between two males *winkwink* and maybe something a little more (you have to wait for it). That about sums it up.
Summary: HP & LOTR Crossover – Lucius Malfoy needs a vocation so he takes one and ends up unwittingly in the woods of Lothlorien. There he meets the Guardians of Lórien and they take him deep into the forest. There the Lady of the Wood proposes a compromise.
Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The outrageous storyline belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien would never write such horrible stories. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this? If you really want to sue me talk to me when I actually have some money. Also this is not meant to be taken seriously in any way, it's part humor for a reason.
Warning: This story is SLASH (male/male relationship), not too much, yet; the R rating is not for a very good reason at the moment but it will be for the next chapter if everything goes according to plan. :)
Archive: My website: and any other website that wants it, just tell me about it so I'm aware of it.
Notes: It's not turning out as humorous as I wished it to be, not exactly in a humorous mood lately. Big thanks to my beta Jessica, grammar will be the death of me. :)
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The next day, Lucius was not as surprised when a gentle hand shook him awake. The sky was just as dark.
"The Lady wishes to see you," said the Marchwarden of Lórien. He was looking down mournfully at Lucius and those broken eyes brought back the memory of that sorrowful singing.
Quickly readying himself, which consisted of more vain smoothing of his clothing, Lucius followed his guide out of the small glade and along the winding and meandering paths that twisted around the mellyrn trees. Strange thoughts raced through the wizard's head and none of them made sense. It was as if a voice was whispering to him, saying things that were musical in sound but contained no real meaning.
After the many, many turns, when Lucius thought they were surely going around in circles, he saw stairs that led up to a platform. They continued on in silence and Lucius found that he had nothing to say at all. He stared dumbly at the steps before him as his jumbled thoughts continued their dance. He was taken out of his reverie when he almost collided with Haldir who stopped upon reaching the top.
Haldir bowed to someone unseen and stepped aside, almost melting into the shadows. The grand lady, who Lucius talked with previously, was standing serenely before him once again. She seemed to shine in the dawn hours.
"Come, Lucius, I need to speak with you," she turned majestically and seemed to drift along. Lucius glanced to the side but saw no sign that Haldir was there, though it was safer to assume that he was.
He followed the shining figure further onto the platform. There was another gray cloaked figure waiting patiently and this figure was holding Lucius' precious walking stick. It was handed wordlessly to the lady and she dismissed the cloaked man, if it was a man at all.
"This contains powerful magic, does it not?" Galadriel turned to him slowly and observed him with calm eyes.
"Indeed it does, and I was wondering if I could have it back. It just isn't the same without it, it lends me great security." Lucius failed to mention that he could kill with it as easily as saying two little words. As if hearing this said aloud she smiled knowingly but she handed him his wand concealed in the walking stick just the same. The voice in his head continued to murmur nonsense.
"Does this mean that I can leave now?" Those calculating eyes unnerved Lucius and calmed him.
"No, not yet."
"You did make a promise; you're not thinking of going back on it, are you?" Anger awakened but seemed to be soothed immediately, Lucius felt strangely weak. He knew he had to use his wand to just apparate back home but the nagging voice kept him from it and then he realized that this vocation wasn't so bad, better then he would've thought.
"I am going to keep my promise as soon as you fulfill what you agreed to fulfill." Her lips did not move and the voice seemed to drift in his head. What a strange feeling it was.
"And what is that, my Lady?"
"Sorrow surrounds you and yet you do not see it. Mend that sorrow and you will be rewarded and allowed to return to your own home."
"I do not understand what you speak of." These riddles were giving Mr. Malfoy a headache-or maybe it was that voice in his head.
"But I think you do." Her face showed nothing. A sudden image of Haldir sitting in the branches of that tree, singing that mournful song, appeared in his mind. Aaahh, curses, he did know what she was saying.
As if he heard his name, which maybe he did, somehow…Haldir appeared at his side. They were dismissed again. Lucius could feel Galadriel's eyes following them until they disappeared from sight but even then a sense of someone following him remained.
After more meandering paths, Lucius and Haldir were again in the clearing where breakfast was to be taken. Haldir ate in silence and Lucius decided not to disturb him.
The day was spent with more sightseeing but this time his guide rarely spoke and Lucius started feeling burdensome. They observed an archery lesson and Lucius decided that once he got back he would try to pick up the sport; it made one look very becoming and graceful.
Every once in a while the thought that he was to cheer up Haldir surfaced but he insistently pushed it back down, no use thinking about it now. Haldir did not look like he wanted to be cheered up and frankly how exactly was he to cheer up this man who looked like he was on his deathbed?
When it came time for them to return, Haldir had barely said a word all day and Lucius was getting irritated-as he had to constantly be aware of where exactly the guardian was headed, getting lost in these woods would have been fairly stupid.
Walking at a leisurely pace, Lucius caught himself staring at his guides' back as if trying to bore holes in it. With a start he realized that compared to Haldir he must have looked filthy. He cautiously stepped closer to Haldir and cleared his throat politely. "Would it be at all possible for me to clean up a bit somewhere?"
Haldir regarded the wizard blandly and without a word swerved onto a different path. Lucius wondered idly if Haldir hadn't slept in a while because he certainly looked and acted that way. He decided it'd be best not to ask.
Lucius felt more tired than he'd ever felt, even serving the Dark Lord, and he was about to ask if they were close yet when he heard the pleasant gurgle of a little stream. They emerged into a clearing with a stream steadily feeding a fairly large pool, the water was clear, glistening, and oh so inviting.
"You will find a change of clothes on the bench," Haldir gestured toward a stone bench nestled next to a particularly thick mallorn and again pulled his disappearing act.
Lucius was slightly disappointed; the lack of talkative company had left him wanting someone who would actually speak to him. But it seemed Haldir and the Lady of the Wood were the only ones who could speak English. Shrugging it off he decided to enjoy the bath. The water was cool and finally taking off the road weary clothes was a relief.
His hair practically thanked him once he rubbed his aching scalp with deft fingers; with nothing to wash it with the water would have to do. And then that prickly sensation returned, someone was watching him and Lucius was fairly certain that it was Haldir. So he did not leave after all, Lucius smirked and slowed his movements playing it for all it was worth.
Finally when he thought he was clean enough Lucius carefully made his way to the green bank of the pool where his dirty clothing was scattered. As if being modest he quickly threw his black cloak over his shoulders. He moved languidly toward the new clothes and he was sure those eyes followed his every move. He dressed as slowly as he could without looking ridiculous. The soft cloth was just as gray as Haldir's.
As soon as he was decent again, Haldir reappeared.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Lucius had a self-satisfactory smirk firmly in place but Haldir just looked at him steadily, his face betraying nothing but slight contempt.
"I've seen better." It was Haldir's turn to smile as Lucius' face contorted in confusion. Seeing that the line was understood Haldir turned around and started walking away, not even glancing to see if Lucius was following, just assuming that he was.
He was very surprised to feel Lucius' hand on his shoulder, actually restraining him. Haldir titled his head and glared at the man hoping that that would be enough to make him let go but instead he found himself a mere breath away from Mr. Malfoy's lips. The kiss started off soft but when Haldir did not pull back Lucius decided to risk a more intimate embrace and he pulled this tense body against his own. It seemed that Haldir would succumb and let Lucius do whatever he pleased when he abruptly pushed Lucius away, his face serious.
"You shouldn't have done that."
"And why not, I'm sure you wanted it." Lucius was incensed, he touched his fingers to his lips, the kiss still lingered on his lips and he was ready to jump Haldir if his guide did not succumb of his own free will.
"You shouldn't have done it."
Lucius simmered but his anger melted away at the look on the Marchwarden's face, he looked hesitant. Seizing this opportunity Lucius carefully caressed the pale cheek and then it was as if a veil lifted. For the first time he noticed the slightly pointed ears, definitely not human. "What are you?"
"I'm an elf, didn't you know?"
Lucius stood dumbfounded, his hand still frozen on the elf's cheek. He quickly snatched his hand back and looked doubtfully at Haldir. "No, I didn't."
"Strange," Haldir regarded the man carefully, "you are a man, as I take it?"
"You may say that." Lucius felt strangely lightheaded and when Haldir continued on his way and Lucius almost fell over his own feet, he realized that it'd be best to follow.
Back at the clearing once again Haldir swung himself up onto the same tree as always.
Lucius waited a bit and he decided to inquire, "Do you sleep up there?"
"You may say that."
Lucius could've sworn that Haldir was smiling. "Am I amusing you yet?"
"Not quite yet."
"Annoying you, then?"
"Go to sleep, Lucius."
"As you wish, elf." Lucius felt better then ever, the light banter seemed to untie a few knots in his head. Strangely enough he still heard that beautiful singing while drifting on the edges of unconsciousness but it was certainly more cheerful, or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
To be Continued…
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A/N: Might take a while until the next chapter. Reviews would be appreciated and inhaled like much needed air.