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A/N: Hi people! another chapter done quickly...well, i must recognize I need some help in gramar, so I'd be more than glad If someone would help me correct them first... so if there's anyone with enough time, PLEASE! I need help!Lol!

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By: Heart Beat Nightingale

Chapter 2: The Men in the Valley and the Foreseen Meeting.

Reth coulden't help noticing what a strange name "Potter" was, and the strange word that came next. The deep threatening voice screamed the word "impedimenta" at the other man who was there, and next, a deaf sound ringed inside her pointed ears.

"Damnn it, Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here! This' my mission! Stupefy!"

In that moment, curiosity won caution, and Reth found herself peeping through the branches of the bush, to see what was going on.

As she had very well guessed by the smell, they were Men, only these two where much more different to all the men she'd met before, and to add more strangeness to the scene, both of them were holding a long wooden sticks in their hands. She frowned. All the magic she was feeling came from those pices of wood, and she could see a splendor sorrounding the objects.

Then, she went back to the men there, and analized their faces. The one who was standing up was tall and blond. His eyes where gray as a rainy day, and cold as ice, and his skin was as pale as the freezing snow surrounding the top of the Misty Mountains. He was helding a mocking expresion on his face, and his deadly lips were curved in a sarcastic and cruel smile. He was wearing black long robes with what seemed a green and silver snake sowed on his right shoulder. His pants were black as well, but very unlikely the ones which human or elves used, and looked lose. Hi was wearing very strange sandals or boots or what ever, 'cause Reth was not able to say what they were, but they were black, as the rest of his costumes.

A cold shiver went all through her spine, and shooked her head. She didn't like this man a bit, he was a traitor, and a murderer. But her eyes layed on the man kneeling on the ground. He was wearing the same clothes as the other one, only he had a scarlet and gold lion instead of the snake. He was wearing a pair of weird objects made of crystal around his eyes, but that didn't stopped Reth from noticing his eyes were an emerald green, and were conforting and benevolent, thought in this occation thay were drowned in rage. His hair was as black as possible, completely messy and short, what mede it look even more messy. He was now pointing the wooden wand at the blond man, and after roaring the word "Stupefy" at him, a weak blue light came out of its tip, and directed towards the blond, and missed.

Now the cold looking man run at the other and through himself at him, beating his face, but the dark haired man hit him hard on the abdomen, making him back up, not before resieving another hand on the face, breaking the crystal object, and making his eyes bleed.

The poor fellow moaned at the pain, and took his free hand to his face.

"You like pain, Potter? Then try this! Cru...!" That was enough for Reth. She stood up in the darkness, her amber eyes glowing, and stared at the pale man. He looked back at those golden eyes and frowned, not knowing what was laying behind the light of them, because Reth's body was invisible in the darkness of the forest, and remained obscure for the weak sight of Men.

The black haired man took advantage of the situatuon and beat the other with his foot so hard that he threw him to his back, and stood himself up. That was the moment wher he noticed the precense of Reth's glowing eyes. He held his wand up and muttered "Lumos!" A pale light was lit on the top of it, but was enough to reveal the daemon's precence.

"Who are you?," he demanded, threateninghly, pointing his wand at the...thing. What was walking towards him with a pair of amber eyes was a tall moray, beautiful woman. Her hair was dark brown, and her lips were pale red. She was dressed in unlikely costumes, together with a cap tided at her neck, and was carrying a sword at her waist. But still, what mostly surprised him were her amber eyes, which not only were they amber, but their pupils were incredibly dilatated, and reminded him a lot of cat's douring night.

Reth remained silent, but crossed her arms around her chest.

"I asked you a question, who're..."

"You are in no position of inquirement, for it is me who's up to power in this situation. Now, introduce yourself if you're not willing to feel the cold of my blade," she warned, in such a cold way that her voice would have been able to freeze beer.

The Potter fellow ramained still, his eyes bleeding, and sensed in the deep of his heart a subtle kind of danger.

He waved his wand and shouted "Stupefy!" at Reth, making sure he didn't miss. But unfortunately for him, she was far from being striked by a simple spell, so she took out her splendid blade at an incredible speed, and beat the spell away, sending it at a tree. With another quick movement, she took a steps forward, and before the fellow could even speak, he had her blade pressed at his chest.

"Who are you and what are you doing at the Eldar's valley?" she demanded. The man remained silent. "You've got the courage, but that won't help you," she said, and moved the blade at his throde. "I am a Friend of the Elves, and their enemies are my enemies as well, and I better not confuse you for one, so tell me your name and porpouse. NOW!" she roared. The man's expression remained still, yet his features softened, and he sighted.

"I'm here to see Elrond himself, and if you're really a friend of him, I'm not running risks by telling you my name is Harry Potter," he said, firmly. The man lying on the floor was aparently unconsius, but his eyes remained opened, and seemed to be starring at the half daemon's ones. "And he," he added harshly, "is Draco Malfoy, who shoulden't be here, by the way."

Reth frowned and looked at the stranger. Then put the sword back to its sheath.

"I warn you, if you try anything, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." She draw aside, and walked some meters away, then closed her eyes, trying to locate the dragon.

Draco! Can you hear me? she called, mentally. The answer came some seconds later.

Yes, I am coming, I've already located you. then, the mental bond was broken, and the dragon's flapping of wings could be perfectly heared.

"What the..." she heared the stranger mutter. A dark spot in the night sky appared, and grew larger, until it turned to a gigantic winged creature who was overflying the clare. The dragon flew over their heads and turned he's towards the half daemon's.

Harry Potter's bleeding eyes widened, and, out of astonishment and fear, took some steps backwards. Draco draw his wings aside, what made his body turn sidesway, and flew directly towards Reth. Then, he opened his wings widely and shut them at his sides, what made him land violently, then, he nodded at his rider.

"Draco, these man says he has to see Elrond, but I don't know it he's trustworthy... the one whose lying on the floor...I could see evilness through his eyes, I don't think's a good idea..." she explained, as cold as always.

"Elrond told me to take them to him, there's no risk if you are around, Reth Tinúviel, he said, and he also told me he's been waiting for you for a long time," those where the dragon's words, and that was more then enough for the half daemon, or demon, how Men used to call her the most. So she turned round, and walked to Harry, who was there, standing still, not being able to say a word.

"Very well, you'll have to carry him, we'll have to walk a long way," she comanded. There was a particular rule of honor and pride between the Dragon Knights, which said the the dragon would only carry his or her rider and no other, and no dragon would give up their honor because it was considered very humilliating. Draco wasn't an exception to this, and would probably prefere to be dead before carrying someone else than Reth Tinúviel, who was the best rider he'd ever seen.

"What? I'm not taking him, I can't! He's...he's..."

"I know what kind of person he is, but Lord Elrond said we must take them, not him," she sounded so cold and dangerous that Harry doubted wether to obey, but it was Malfoy, and he was a Death Eater, then, a murderer, and he would try for sure to spoil everything.

"No, let him remain here, they'll come after him sooner or later, but they'll come," he said, with a tone of desgust in his melodious voice.

Reth did not know who they where, but it was Elrond who was comanding them to take both, the Elrond who she heared of as a child, the hero of so many tales, the son of Earendil, Lord Elrond the Half Elf, he wouldn't desobey his command.

"Let the Valars curse you, damn! You carry him or I'll make you do it, you idiot!" she was losing her temper, as she did very often, and that ment any good, so under the warning gloom in her eyes, Harry Potter groaned, and grabbed Malfoy, and took him to his back, trying to make it as unconfortable as possible.

And without a word, they went into the silent forest, with Draco Restaban, the Dragon Heart following behind, walking slowly with his wings folded at his sides.

Night was fading when Reth, Draco and the two men arrived at the Last Homely House, and Lord Elrond was there to resive them together with two more elves.

"Be welcomed, my friends. When the coming of morrow'll be time to speak, the dwelt of the night is for rest, therefore follow my friends, young son of Men, and let them carry with your companionv, they'll take him to a room. Farewell till morning then," he said, and Harry followed them to a corridor, where they turned and disappared. Then Elrond turned to Reth and Draco, who was sitting on his back feet, his tail at a side.

Reth bowed and Draco nodded.

"I've been waiting for you for twenty years, young Reth dor en Tinúviel, the Last Ethamin," and, trying Elrond not to notice, she blinkedout out of surprise, "therefore I must ask you to assist to the council that'll take place tomorrow, as well as you, Master Draco the Dragon Heart," he concluded.

"My Lord, you have just say that you've been expecting me, how come..."

Elrond smiled.

"It was a long time ago since me and Lady Galadriel got to know about your coming, but it is far from our eyes to know what will be of you, and I can only see you've come about the Balrog's problem at Rhûn, mainly, but you were also lead here by the hands of fate," he said. Reth frowned.

"My Lord, I mean no misrespect by this, but... I don't believe in fate," she said, lowering her head, but in a very cold manner. Elrond smiled sadly.

"Tomorrow I shall introduce you, but I won't say what you are, 'cause it may be an error, but we shall see how we solve this problem out, and who else has come in need of the same advice," he spoked so misteriously he woke up Reth's curiosity, but it seemed that what was to be said, had already been spoken.

"Let me lead you to a confortable room, My Lady, we shall speak tomorrow." He turned round, and walked towards the corridor. Reth looked back at Draco who was conteplating the stars, and followed Elrond.

Well...another chapter done...i hope you enjoy it!!!

Tina