Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter Two: Another World
by Capella no Da
A/N: 12/31/02: Again, here's another redone chapter. Thank goodness. Because honestly, Legolas just is not very Legolas-ish in my first few chapters.
But I'm fixing all that. Yes! :D
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"Hope dies and you wander
The other world it makes you
Dreams they rip asunder
The other world it hates you
Free now ride up on it
Up to the heights it takes you
Go on if you want it
Another world awaits you. "
-- From Final Fantasy X
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Legolas lowered his head, feeling the wind rush by him and his long blonde hair whip around. The steady footfalls of his mare galloping were soothing to him after a long discussion in Rivendell, the Council no closer to a decision then they had been that morning. He was rather worried about Saruman and the news Gandalf had brought.
Legolas pulled back on the reins, smiling to himself when he realized that he had reached the beautiful stream that ran through Rivendell. Legolas climbed off of his mare and patted her head.
All of a sudden, a mighty crash was heard from somewhere to his right. Narrowing his eyes, Legolas grabbed his bow and strung up an arrow, crouching low to the ground. He moved like cat, silent, to the direction of the sound.
For a moment nothing showed, but the a figure slowly emerged from the bushes. Legolas's expression never changed and he didn't lower his arrow. Spies were everywhere. Just...none that looked quite like this.
The boy had messy black hair that had quite a few green leaves stuck in it. and pale skin that was cut off only by the strange pants he was wearing. The figure reached up to his face to remove a pair of glasses that looked hopelessly mangled. He looked to be around eighteen. Sighing, the boy started to move forward.
"Stop where you are if you do not want to be shot where you stand."
The stranger raised his eyes to Legolas's and the elf sucked in a breath, startled by the dazzling green color. "Where...am I?" the boy said, looking around at the trees with puzzlement. "I don't remember..." He started to turn and run but again, Legolas's voice stopped him.
"Stay where you are. I wish to look at you." The boy shifted his weight and narrowed his eyes, obviously getting ready to defend himself. He followed Legolas's actions with obvious distrust.
Legolas slid forward, silent on the forest floor, and circled the boy. He didn't look dangerous, exactly. Just angry.
"What's your name?" Legolas said. The boy looked slightly suspicious.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It appeared that was all the boy, Harry, would give him.
"I cannot let you leave until we find out whether you are a threat or not. You must come with me to the Council, and there they will decide whether to let you go."
Harry sighed, nodding to show his consent.
Legolas noticed something sticking out of Harry's pants pocket. "What is that?" he asked, pointing. Harry's eyes widened and there was a long pause. Legolas could see him thinking.
"Nothing," Harry said, while at the same time his fingers curled into fists. Legolas was sure it was something but he decided to let Gandalf handle it.
"Save your explanations for the Council," Legolas said, and grabbed Harry by the waist, hosting him up onto the mare. Harry looked a little affronted.
"Why are you treating me like this?" Harry demanded. Legolas looked at him, suprised. Didn't he know there was a war going on?
Legolas swung himself up onto the horse and grabbed the reins. "You'll find out soon enough."
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Not even an hour later, the entire Council was assembled in a circle, all intently focusing on one thing.
That thing happened to be Harry. He was currently clutching a dark wooden stick in his hand in a death grip, knuckles turning white. Legolas couldn't quite blame him; the Council was about to question him. Thoroughly.
An old man in a gray cloak stood up. A wizard himself, Gandalf fixed his eyes on the young man with the intensity that had faced many an enemy down. But right now they held a hint of kindness.
"Explain to us in detail who exactly you are, and how you came to be here."
Harry looked offended again. And a touch angry. "My name is Harry Potter. I'm a wizard at the Hogwarts School of Witches in London, England. I'm in my seventh and graduating year of training, and I am eighteen years old." Legolas saw a muscle in Harry's jaw twitch once, the only sign of his nervousness. "On Christmas, I received this little glass ball and when I looked in it, it had a whole bunch of things swirling around. I had a. personal conflict, and ran and got lost. When I held the glass ball, I blacked out and when I woke up, I was in the forest."
...what was Christmas?
Murmurings circled the room. Gandalf silenced them with a wave of his hand. "You are a wizard, young one?" he asked, bushy brows lowering over his eyes. "Would you mind showing us your powers?"
Harry stood up again, raising his wand slightly. "What would you have me do?" he asked, and unconsciously searched out Legolas with his eyes. Legolas nodded in return.
Gandalf looked suprised. "Anything you wish."
Harry, for some reason, smiled. For some reason, he muttered something that sounded like "thank you, transfiguations" and waved his wand.
A gasp went around the circle. There was a deer, standing in the middle of everyone where Harry had been. Legolas blinked, but otherwise he forced his expression to be calm. In a flash of light, the deer was gone and Harry was standing there, looking slightly breathless and harried.
"Don't be too quick to judge on age alone," Harry said, a little bit of fire dancing in his eyes. Maybe it was from the red and black sparks jumping from the end of his wand. Legolas realized that he'd thought Harry harmless and decided to take the boy more seriously.
Gandalf narrowed his eyes. "Wizard, indeed," Legolas heard him mutter. "But for the Light?"
Legolas looked wondrously at Harry, messy hair nearly covering his eyes, standing in the middle of the circle. A dark wizard?
"Wait," Legolas said calmly, stepping into the circle. He was immediatly pinned with the eyes of everyone on the council. "He can help us, Gandalf, Elrond. He could help us fight the Dark Lord."
"Can you do this, wizard?" Gandalf asked. "Would you give us your aid?"
Legolas heard the boy sigh in impatience. "Well, there's someone in my world that we call Voldemort...."
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A/N: *wince* painful, painful. But it's fixed now. :)
Chapter Two: Another World
by Capella no Da
A/N: 12/31/02: Again, here's another redone chapter. Thank goodness. Because honestly, Legolas just is not very Legolas-ish in my first few chapters.
But I'm fixing all that. Yes! :D
______________________
"Hope dies and you wander
The other world it makes you
Dreams they rip asunder
The other world it hates you
Free now ride up on it
Up to the heights it takes you
Go on if you want it
Another world awaits you. "
-- From Final Fantasy X
______________________
Legolas lowered his head, feeling the wind rush by him and his long blonde hair whip around. The steady footfalls of his mare galloping were soothing to him after a long discussion in Rivendell, the Council no closer to a decision then they had been that morning. He was rather worried about Saruman and the news Gandalf had brought.
Legolas pulled back on the reins, smiling to himself when he realized that he had reached the beautiful stream that ran through Rivendell. Legolas climbed off of his mare and patted her head.
All of a sudden, a mighty crash was heard from somewhere to his right. Narrowing his eyes, Legolas grabbed his bow and strung up an arrow, crouching low to the ground. He moved like cat, silent, to the direction of the sound.
For a moment nothing showed, but the a figure slowly emerged from the bushes. Legolas's expression never changed and he didn't lower his arrow. Spies were everywhere. Just...none that looked quite like this.
The boy had messy black hair that had quite a few green leaves stuck in it. and pale skin that was cut off only by the strange pants he was wearing. The figure reached up to his face to remove a pair of glasses that looked hopelessly mangled. He looked to be around eighteen. Sighing, the boy started to move forward.
"Stop where you are if you do not want to be shot where you stand."
The stranger raised his eyes to Legolas's and the elf sucked in a breath, startled by the dazzling green color. "Where...am I?" the boy said, looking around at the trees with puzzlement. "I don't remember..." He started to turn and run but again, Legolas's voice stopped him.
"Stay where you are. I wish to look at you." The boy shifted his weight and narrowed his eyes, obviously getting ready to defend himself. He followed Legolas's actions with obvious distrust.
Legolas slid forward, silent on the forest floor, and circled the boy. He didn't look dangerous, exactly. Just angry.
"What's your name?" Legolas said. The boy looked slightly suspicious.
"Harry. Harry Potter." It appeared that was all the boy, Harry, would give him.
"I cannot let you leave until we find out whether you are a threat or not. You must come with me to the Council, and there they will decide whether to let you go."
Harry sighed, nodding to show his consent.
Legolas noticed something sticking out of Harry's pants pocket. "What is that?" he asked, pointing. Harry's eyes widened and there was a long pause. Legolas could see him thinking.
"Nothing," Harry said, while at the same time his fingers curled into fists. Legolas was sure it was something but he decided to let Gandalf handle it.
"Save your explanations for the Council," Legolas said, and grabbed Harry by the waist, hosting him up onto the mare. Harry looked a little affronted.
"Why are you treating me like this?" Harry demanded. Legolas looked at him, suprised. Didn't he know there was a war going on?
Legolas swung himself up onto the horse and grabbed the reins. "You'll find out soon enough."
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Not even an hour later, the entire Council was assembled in a circle, all intently focusing on one thing.
That thing happened to be Harry. He was currently clutching a dark wooden stick in his hand in a death grip, knuckles turning white. Legolas couldn't quite blame him; the Council was about to question him. Thoroughly.
An old man in a gray cloak stood up. A wizard himself, Gandalf fixed his eyes on the young man with the intensity that had faced many an enemy down. But right now they held a hint of kindness.
"Explain to us in detail who exactly you are, and how you came to be here."
Harry looked offended again. And a touch angry. "My name is Harry Potter. I'm a wizard at the Hogwarts School of Witches in London, England. I'm in my seventh and graduating year of training, and I am eighteen years old." Legolas saw a muscle in Harry's jaw twitch once, the only sign of his nervousness. "On Christmas, I received this little glass ball and when I looked in it, it had a whole bunch of things swirling around. I had a. personal conflict, and ran and got lost. When I held the glass ball, I blacked out and when I woke up, I was in the forest."
...what was Christmas?
Murmurings circled the room. Gandalf silenced them with a wave of his hand. "You are a wizard, young one?" he asked, bushy brows lowering over his eyes. "Would you mind showing us your powers?"
Harry stood up again, raising his wand slightly. "What would you have me do?" he asked, and unconsciously searched out Legolas with his eyes. Legolas nodded in return.
Gandalf looked suprised. "Anything you wish."
Harry, for some reason, smiled. For some reason, he muttered something that sounded like "thank you, transfiguations" and waved his wand.
A gasp went around the circle. There was a deer, standing in the middle of everyone where Harry had been. Legolas blinked, but otherwise he forced his expression to be calm. In a flash of light, the deer was gone and Harry was standing there, looking slightly breathless and harried.
"Don't be too quick to judge on age alone," Harry said, a little bit of fire dancing in his eyes. Maybe it was from the red and black sparks jumping from the end of his wand. Legolas realized that he'd thought Harry harmless and decided to take the boy more seriously.
Gandalf narrowed his eyes. "Wizard, indeed," Legolas heard him mutter. "But for the Light?"
Legolas looked wondrously at Harry, messy hair nearly covering his eyes, standing in the middle of the circle. A dark wizard?
"Wait," Legolas said calmly, stepping into the circle. He was immediatly pinned with the eyes of everyone on the council. "He can help us, Gandalf, Elrond. He could help us fight the Dark Lord."
"Can you do this, wizard?" Gandalf asked. "Would you give us your aid?"
Legolas heard the boy sigh in impatience. "Well, there's someone in my world that we call Voldemort...."
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A/N: *wince* painful, painful. But it's fixed now. :)