A warriors life old version Chapter 13, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 13

Maedd jerked awake, breathing heavily. That dream, it had been so terrifying. He'd been powerless in his own body, he tore apart four innocent cubs while their mother lay dieing. He kicked off the covers of his bed and ran for the washroom. He was going to be sick! Once he'd emptied himself, and then some, he splashed some cold water on to his face and then returned to his chamber. He knew exactly what had just happened; elven twins shared a link, and in some cases, like Elladan and Elrohir, they could communicate thoughts. Maedd had never been able to do that with Cer, but he knew what he'd just seen had been part of that. He'd just experienced the control that snake head had in his brother's body. He'd screamed and struggled but not a sound escaped the smirking lips and the body refused to adhere to his will. Pain laced through him as the parasite deliberately willed it so, a warning and a promise of more if he continued to fight. But it wasn't him the creature spoke to, it was his twin, his brother, his Cer. Maedd choked on a sob. He wished he had Kinthia to hold him and whisper in his ear that everything would be alright. He felt weak and shaky as he sank onto his bed. He reached out and curled his fingers into the pillow on the right side of the bed and hugged it to himself, he buried his face in it and breathed in the sweet smell of Kinthia that still lingered on it. His eyes drooped slightly and he lay back on the bed, he was exhausted and miserable. He knew he was wasting away already and didn't care in the slightest. No one cared for him, they all sided with the human, they were once again letting the humans dominate their kind. He rolled onto his side and his eyelids drooped lower. He'd rather fade away to grief then serve under a human, they had destroyed this world, the sunlight was weak and heartless as it shone through the polluted sky, the trees wheezed and coughed as the toxic air choked them, the animals hid and cowered in fear as they lost their homes, food and lives to the heartless creatures that thought they were all supreme. They were no better then the Goa'uld really, just wanted to control everything themselves. Once this war was over and the humans won, the humans would either try to enslave the elves or just force them back to Valinor. It was inevitable and Maedd was quite glad that he'd be long gone before that happened.

Legolas was sleeping soundly, dreaming sweet dreams, completely unaware of the other person in his room. The visitor crept up to the bed and leaned over him. Legolas found himself waking up and he blinked and focused. Right on the bright blue eyes that were less then an inch from his. Legolas let out a yelp of surprise and scrambled back from the other person, only to hit his head on the wall behind him. The other person burst out laughing and fell back into a chair near the bed.

"Revion!" Legolas bellowed, clutching at his heart, willing it to slow down. "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"Getting a great laugh out of you baby brother." Revion wipe tears from his eyes and managed to calm himself slightly. "Oh that was worth any payback you will deliver to me." He smiled at him and, despite his sore head, Legolas grinned back.

"Well get up Legolas, I have a load of things to show you!" Revion hopped to his feet and went over to Legolas' wardrobe. He pulled open the doors and began to rummage through it.

"Hey!" Legolas exclaimed, climbing out of the bed, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you something to wear."

"I already left out the clothes I wanted to wear today." Legolas pointed at a neat pile of clothes resting on the other chair in the room. Revion glanced at them then shook his head.

"Legolas you cannot keep wearing the same things forever, it's always green and brown with you! Now put these clothes on, they're as different as possible." Revion pressed the clothes he'd selected into his hands. Legolas looked at them then almost whinged,

"I never wear these colours!"

"Well you will today, I am tired of seeing you in green! Now hurry up and get dressed. I'm going to get Cilath up now."

"Oh bad idea!" Legolas said quickly

"Why?"

"She's busy!"

"At dawn?" Revion arched an eyebrow.

"Yes… with Ron!" Revion looked confused for all of two seconds, then his whole face went slack.

"Oh." He said finally. Then he grinned mischievously, "Ada would have a fit."

"Yes, so it's a good thing Ada isn't here." Legolas grinned. "Earithramir will get them up, now you leave while I dress."

"Alright, after you eat meet me in the garden by the pool. I invited a lot of people."

"You mean I'm not the only one you woke up at dawn?"

"Actually it's two hours past dawn so a lot of people are up."

"…Oh." Legolas and his brother stared at each other for a minute, then grinned. "I've missed you gwador."

"And I you." Revion smiled and squeezed his shoulder before leaving. Legolas unfolded the clothes he'd been given and fought a groan. He hated red!

Earithramir knocked on the door for the third time, loud enough to wake the dead, but apparently not enough to wake up people recovering from being in the throes of passion. He was about to open the door and bodily push the two out of their bed, regardless of their state of dress, after all it was nothing he hadn't seen before, when the door opened to reveal a sleepy Cilath, wrapped in a sheet. She fixed him with a stern gaze that was very like his own mother's.

"Good morning dear Cilath! Have fun last night?" she glared at him slightly.

"What do you want?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"I came to tell you to get up. Revion is here." She stared at him blearily, then the words reached her brain and made sense and she instantly lit up with one of the bright smiles he loved to see.

"He is? Oh wonderful! I'll be down in a minute."

"He wants everyone to come down to the swimming pool, he's promised quite an exhibition." She was beaming and already closing the door as he spoke. It clicked and he heard her call excitedly,

"Ron, oh, Ron wake up! Wake up!" A wordless groan of a sleepy teen followed her cries. "Get up!" she exclaimed again. Earithramir grinned then walked away to meet up with Lomli. He found him finishing up his usual dusting of the library. Everyone had their own jobs in Rivendell, Lomli's was caring for the massive library. Earithramir's own was helping out in the stables. Lomli loved books but he was very stern about the cleanliness of the area, so it made sense that he was in charge of it. He was a tad obsessed with the levels of dust in it, which Frudo teased him relentlessly about.

"Good morning." Earithramir smiled brightly.

"Hello." Lomli smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips, making sure to nip his lower one very slightly. "Did you see Revion?"

"I did indeed. Are you coming to see all this, as Ron would put it, muggle stuff?"

"Absolutely, please lead on!" Lomli slipped his hand into Earithramir's and they wandered down to the pool where Revion was setting up various objects which were stranger then anything they'd ever seen. At the moment he was putting some kind of shiny disk into a large box and closing the lid. He looked up as they came over and smiled.

"Cilath and Ron are on their way."

"Good. I have a feeling the whole of Rivendell will be here before long."

"Is all this stuff elektac based?"

"You mean electronic based?"

"Yes whatever?" Lomli waved an airy hand.

"Most of them are but most of those I'm running on a kind of portable power source called a battery. They'll work for a good while."

"Ah good. What's that?" Earithramir pointed to the strange silver box.

"It is called a CD player. It plays music."

"How?"

"Don't ask." Revion waved a hand, indicating it was far too complicated for that time. He pressed one of the silver buttons on it and music began to play, making them jump.

Disco dancing with the lights down low
Beats are pumping on the stereo
Neighbours banging on the bathroom wall
Your sayin' crank the bass
I gotta get some more

Waters runnin' in the wrong direction
Got a feelin' its a mixed up sign
I can see it in my own reflection
Summit funnies goin' on inside my mind
Don't know what its pushin' me higher
Its the static from the floor below
Then its drops and catches like a fire
Its a sound I, Its a sound I know…

Lomli swayed to the strange beat of the music, slowly getting more and more excited as it picked up it's pace, finally, as the chorus started up he leapt away, pulling Earithramir with him and they began to dance with great gusto. Many people were drawn to the scene by the music and they quickly began to join in.

Chain reaction running through my veins
Pumps the bass line up into my brain
Screws my mind until I lose control
And when the building rocks I know Its got my soul

It's the sound of the underground
The beat of the drum goes round and round
In to the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night
Where the bass line jumps in the backstreet lights
The beat goes around and round
Its the sound of the under
Sound of the underground
I don't know what it's pushin' me higher
It's the static from the floor below
And then it drops and catches like fire
Its a sound I, Its a sound I
Its a sound I, Its a sound I know
It's the sound of the underground
The beat of the drum goes round and round
In to the overflow
Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio
Out to the electric night
Where the bass line jumps in the backstreet lights
The beat goes around and round
Its the sound of the under
Sound of the underground
The bass line jumps in the backstreet light
It's the sound of the under
Sound of the underground
The bass line jumps in the backstreet light
It's the sound of the under
Sound of the underground

People leapt to the beat, spun and danced with as much energy as they could, the strange beat of the music making them wild and alive. They laughed, clapped their hands and clicked their heels. This was how Legolas found them. He tugged at his red tunic, silently cursing his brother, red made him stand out, greens and browns helped him blend in. Then again, he decided upon seeing the commotion, he could have just as easy come in his birthday suit and he doubted anyone would have noticed, they were too busy discovering all the human things Revion had brought with him. Kuli and Frudo were sitting side by side, a small rectangular box in Kuli's hands and he was using his thumbs to press buttons on the front of it. It must have been some kind of game, because Frudo was pestering him, saying things like 'No not like that! Jump, jump! Oh give me a go!' Kuli may have had more success if he didn't keep glaring at his friend.

"Legolas! Gwador!" Revion waved him over. He walked over and plopped down beside the older elf. He was fiddling with the music maker, or whatever it was called. Now it blared a new song out,

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

"The singer sounds angry." Legolas noted. Revion nodded,

"He's a rock singer, that's what this kind of music is called, and they generally sound angry, although they can sound very gentle when they want."

"Is this a popular kind of music?"

"The music isn't the thing that's popular, it's the band itself. The human world enjoys music, and everyone likes different singers and different kinds of music, but that doesn't mean that they like everyone who sings the kind of music they're partial to."

"Oh, what other kinds of music are there? Anything a little slower? It may be a good idea to calm things down before people get too wild, it's early morning still."

"Good idea, now let me see." Revion started shuffling through a stack of flat cases made of a strange substance.

"What are those?"

"Why these are CD cases and inside is the device that holds the music. Ah this is a good one." He opened the case of one and carefully took out a flat disc. As he replaced another within the music maker with the new one, Legolas spotted Ron and Cilath arriving. Cilath took a quick look over, spotted them, then flew straight over to them, Ron was slower, dragging his feet slightly, his face going red. Revion had no sooner straightened up when Cilath tackled him from behind, squealing.

"Uncle Revion, you're back! You're back!" Revion just managed to keep his balance.

"Whoa! Easy Cilath, easy, you nearly knocked him over." exclaimed Ron, trying and failing not to smile. He grinned at Legolas, "Nice shirt Legolas." Legolas mock glared at him. Revion managed to straighten up properly and he turned around and hugged Cilath tightly.

"My sweet beautiful niece, Cilath, it's wonderful to see you again."

"And you." She beamed at him, then turned and pulled Ron forward sharply. "Uncle, this is Ron. Ron, this is my uncle Revion." Ron was as red as a beetroot in seconds. He bowed jerkily and said

"Good day Prince Revion." Revion smiled and clapped him on the shoulder

"Now there's no need for formality, I am not my father!" Legolas laughed. "It is wonderful to meet you at last, you've been praised by both my little brother and dear Cilath." Ron blushed even more.

"Ooo, what is that uncle?" Cilath exclaimed pointing at the music maker eagerly. Revion answered by pressing a button. This gentle music began to flow from it. Cilath gasped and then closed her eyes as she absorbed the sweet tune.

"Oh that's lovely." She breathed. Ron smiled softly at her as she swayed gently in time with the music. She grabbed Ron's hand exclaiming

"Ron dance with me!" He yelped as she jerked him away.

Fragile, seems I opened up to quick and all my dreams were woken up
I slowly lost my fight
with every single man a river cried

I had no sensation, completely numb I felt no satisfaction
I thought no one could ever get me high again
I swear I was not looking

I've waited so long, I thought the real thing was a fake, I thought it was a tool to break me down
you prove me wrong again

If love were liquid it would drown me in a placeless place refine me,
in a heart shape come around me and then melt me slowly down
if love were human it would know me in a lost space come and show me,
hold me and control me and then melt me slowly down, like chocolate

Tastes so good my hearts been mended, who'd have thought it would?
an empty bed and still I won the catch, a man who I love and who loves me back

I've waited so long for love to heal me, so I'd feel it, thought it wasn't real and then you came
you prove me wrong again

Come here, zoom in, catch the smile
there's no doubt it's for you and I'm addicted tonight

Just one look boy to mellow it out
just one heart here to save me now
your candy kisses are sweet I know
hold me tight baby, don't let go

Cilath pulled Ron close and he obligingly wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they began to sway gently to the sweet song. The music was gentle but alive, relaxing the excited elves. Legolas smiled as he watched them all. That was something he was good at, watching. He always watched now, he felt detached from the world; he observed it, with little true interaction with it. Now and then though he felt as if the glass walls around him fell away and he threw himself into everything he did at those times. Now felt like one of them, so, when the head cook of Rivendell sidled up to him and smirked, demanding a dance, he agreed whole heartedly.

Ron threw himself on the ground, after an hour of non-stop dancing, he just didn't have the stamina of the elves. By this time almost every elf in Imladris seemed to have arrived. He was fairly sure he'd seen Glorfindel dancing earlier but he decided he was seeing things. Cilath crouched down, and wrapped her arms around her bent legs. Her cheeks were a gentle pink and her breathing was a little heavy.

"Ron, where on Arda did you learn to dance so well?" she asked beaming at him. Ron knew he should be modest, but he knew he was a very good dancer. His aunt was a dance instructor and, since they could walk, had taught his siblings and him to dance all kinds of styles. So Ron was an expert on dancing. That gave him an idea, and after answering her he said

"Excuse me, Cilath, I want to ask Revion something." He got back to his feet and walked over to the elf who was trying to keep the excited people away from the sensitive equipment. He gave Ron a smile. Smiling seemed to be a reflex for elves, they always did it when anyone came up to them. Ron wondered if it was to hide the melancholy that surrounded them all the time from each other.

"Yes Ron?"

"Um have you any tango music Revion?" Ron blushed slightly at the raised eyebrow that was sent his way.

"Yes I think I do."

"Good, well could you play it for me?"

"Going to teach us how to tango Ron?" Revion smirked in amusement. Ron smiled,

"Something like that." He then walked back to Cilath and held out his hand to her. "Come melamin, I want to teach you to tango!" he announced loudly, feeling very confident all of a sudden. Cilath gave him a bemused look then took his hand and rose gracefully to her feet. The music started up and many people paused in their dancing at the odd music. Ron held Cilath around the waist and by the hand. "Just follow my lead, ok?" She nodded.

It's not her fault that she's so irresistible
But all the damage she's caused isn't fixable
Every twenty seconds you repeat her name
But when it comes to me you don't care
If I'm alive or dead.

Objection I don't wanna be exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother
Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

Next to her cheap silicone I look minimal
That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible
But you gotta know small things also count
You better put your feet on the ground
And see what it's about.

So objection, I don't want to be exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother
Attention the angles of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way, no no no no.

I wish there was a chance for you and me
I wish you couldn't find a place to be
Away from here...

This is pathetic and sardonic
It's sadistic and psychotic
Tango is not for three
Was never meant to be
But you can try it
Rehearse it
Or train like your horse
But don't you count on me
Oh don't you count on me boy

Objection I don't want to be exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother
Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away.

Get away.. get away hey hey hey get away
Uh huh uh huh hooooooo
uh huh uh huh... Uh huh oooooo
Oh Im falling apart in Your hands again.
get away hey hey hey.
Im falling apart in your hands again.
Get away... Get away

Ron lead her into the tango dance and at first it was all she could do to keep up. He didn't blame her, tango was quite tricky, but within moments she had it and was dancing with great gusto, never once breaking eye contact. As the song slowed down Ron knew instinctively that it would pick up sharply with a great speed and he had and idea, he'd only done this once, and that was with Ginny. They'd gotten it right, but they didn't like doing it together, but now… Ron, without breaking contact with her eyes began to whisper something that no one other then her could hear.

Legolas watched fascinated by the dance. He'd never seen such a dance of passion and fire before. He noticed Ron's lips moving slightly as the song slowed down, and then Cilath nodded. Suddenly the song picked up a pace much faster then before and Ron did something that shocked Legolas to the core. He pushed forwards, so that Cilath bent back so far her head brushed the ground and he was bent over her, his arms encircled her and he shook her! Her whole body flopped like a rag doll, it looked like he was hurting her. Many people jumped to their feet intent on stopping him, but then they heard her laughter and Legolas saw how her whole body moved with the music. Then the two straightened up and locked eyes and continued to dance the tango, with even more passion and fire and then as the song ended, Ron dipped her deeply and they froze like that. Legolas was greatly amused at how excited and aroused the two youths were by the dance, if their pink faces, heavy breathing and the fact that they couldn't stop staring at each other was any indication. The whole clearing was engulfed in silence as people got over the shock of the actions Ron had done. Then, predictably Earithramir called out,

"Well kiss her already Ron!" Ron and Cilath, stilled dipped, tore their eyes away from each other and looked at him bewilderedly. Everyone began to laugh, as Ron grinned and kissed Cilath hungrily. She wrapped an arm around his neck and deepened the kiss. Revion stared in shock, and Legolas tried with all his might not to laugh. They were being overly dramatic about the whole thing. Finally Ron smoothly straightened them both up and he cupped Cilath's face gently in his hands. Frudo let out a wolf whistle and people cheered.

"Time to come up for air you two!" called Lomli laughing as he stood with his arms wrapped around Earithramir's waist. They separated and glared at the elf who buried his face in the crook of his partner's neck. Then they smiled at each other sweetly, and Cilath stroked his face softly.

"Lovebirds." murmured Gandalf coming up behind Legolas. He nodding, turning to the side to be better able to talk with the man who looked his age.

"Aye, they truly are. Yet I wish they'd slow things down a tad. Passions so deeply expressed are a beautiful sight yet they rarely last forever."

"Perhaps the passion is not meant to last forever. Perhaps it is a passion which will teach them much about love and themselves, a very special lesson in their lives. Oh don't look like that Legolas," he added as Legolas gave him a worried look, "How many 'lessons' did you have before the Fellowship was formed?" Legolas blushed pink, this was not a conversation he wanted to have with his brother not three feet away. Revion was too busy watching Ron carefully, thankfully, yet the suspicious look in his eyes wasn't encouraging. Legolas decided to save himself and Ron by exclaiming,

"Come Revion you have to have something that we can sing to!" Revion tore his eyes away from the young couple, and focused his eyes on Legolas curiously, as if his mind hadn't registered what his ears had heard. He blinked several times, then shook his head.

"What? Oh! Uh, well they are songs that you can sing to but uh, none specifically for singing with, at least that I have." He managed to stammer. Legolas frowned, it wasn't like his brother to be so out of it. He said loudly,

"Does anyone want to do the choosing for me? I'm getting tired." Kuli bounded over to him and grabbed the cases. He studied them, then groaned.

"These are all in human characters! I can't read them!" Ron parted from Cilath and walked over, grabbing the cases from Kuli, and he looked through them himself. He held one up and studied the image on the front, and the songs names on the back. Finally he held it out and said, "This song please, is it good?" Revion leaned closer and then nodded,

"Ah, yes I enjoy this singer, she's got a wonderful voice and her lyrics are enjoyable." He popped the CD in and began to play it, after finding the right song. This song was quite different from all the others

My black backpack's stuffed with broken dreams
20 bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment
Fought it a thousand times but now
I'm leaving home

Here in the shadows
I'm safe
I'm free
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong

Two months pass by and it's getting cold
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are

Here in the shadows
I'm safe
I'm free
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong

Here in the shadows
I'm safe
I'm free
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Show me the shadow where true meaning lies
So much more dismay in empty eyes

Legolas shivered slightly at the haunting melody and lyrics. The power of it was incredible. Cilath and Ron wrapped their arms around each other and sat down as they listened to it. They leaned their heads against each other's and Cilath closed her eyes. The people around them slowed and just stood or sat there as the song flowed around them. Gandalf wore a small smile on his wizen face; Legolas wondered what amused him so much. He certainly found nothing humorous about this.

"Mr. Weasly!" Ron and about half of the elves jumped as a stern voice broke the spell of the song. It was Lady Mc Gonagall. Her lips thinned as she observed Ron with his arms around Cilath, but Legolas saw her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your fun," Ron blushed slightly, "but if you wish to become an animagus then we need to get started right away."

"Hello Professor, how nice to see you again." Ron quipped cheerfully, but he stood up anyway. As he did, Legolas heard Revion gasp. Ron was leaning his head back, and his scar across his neck was visible. It had healed well, but it wasn't very nice to look at against such young skin. Ron must have been aware of the cause of the gasp because he dropped his head forward and his hand came up to cover it self consciously. Funny, Legolas had almost forgotten about the incident, so much had been happening. Lady Mc Gonagall narrowed her eyes at it, then said briskly,

"Well come along Ron." It wasn't lost on Legolas that she'd called him by his first name, and that her tone was slightly softer. Ron nodded and followed her, but as he reached the edge of the trees, he looked over his shoulder at Cilath and winked at her devilishly. Cilath raised a sensual eyebrow and then blew him a kiss. Earithramir smiled knowingly at them. Lomli grinned broadly, and left him and hurried over to Cilath and the two began to talk cheerfully. Legolas turned away from them and looked around. Right into a pair of eyes that were blank and empty. He nearly let out a yell as he stared at them. The eyes studied him coldly and then the owner of them turned away. Maedd left the fun and happiness, as if he was repulsed by it. It broke Legolas' heart to see him act this way. He felt the urge to do something. If Maedd wasn't helped he'd die soon. His parents were back in Valinor and only yesterday had Elrond received a letter from them regarding the message he'd sent to them informing them about Cer and Kinthia, whom they'd loved as a daughter. The letter had been short and curt. He'd seen the pain in Elrond's eyes as he read it, he'd flinched as he'd finished. And now the grief stricken parents could loose their only child left in this world. Legolas wished he could do something. But what can one do when the person who needs saving, doesn't want to be saved?

I don't own any of the songs!