Prince of the Elves

Chapter eight

By: Princessoferynlasagalen91

Summary:

Draco Malfoy has always prided himself for being a Malfoy and a pureblood. That's until he finds out he isn't a pureblood. But what's better than being a pureblooded wizard? How about a pureblooded Elf?

When brought back to Eryn Lasgalen, he is met up with the challenges of fulfilling his duties as a prince of Eryn Lasgalen, as well as learning to confide and trust in his new family.

LOTR/HP crossover Pairings: Hp/Dm A/L

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. The only thing I own is the plot and Lucien's cute brothers- Asalen and Anael. Just love those names!

PS: Thanks to my reviewers for reviewing! And for all you guys who hate how Harry's been treating Lucien, this will be the last chapter he acts that way. After this, they can be together like they truly belong.

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After all this time

I never thought we'd be here

Never thought we'd be here

When my love for you was blind

But I couldn't make you see it

Couldn't make you see it

That I loved you more than you'll ever know

A part of me died when I let you go

I would fall asleep

Only in hopes of dreaming

That everything would be like it was before

But nights like this seems are slowly fleeting

They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

-Lifehouse

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September 25th

It's been almost a whole month since Harry left. He probably forgot about me. Life at Hogwarts has probably returned to normal. I wonder if any Slytherins wonder where their Ice-prince has gone to. But most of all, I wonder if Harry has told anyone where and what I am. I don't think I ever plan on going back, but it would be nice if everyone thought that Draco Malfoy was gone forever.

War had been raging here in Middle Earth. Asalen and Elladan has been leading patrols around Eryn Lasgalen almost everyday. Anael and Elrohir was sent to Rivendell to protect the elven-city. Since our grandfather left for Valar, Eryn Lasgalen has been responsible for Rivendell's borders. Boromir, Faramir's son, has been protecting Gonder as his father has once done. And as for me, I train the army. I make sure they're ready to be in battle when the time comes. We're hoping to destroy all orc forces before they even reach any elven or human land. If Eryn Lasgalen was attacked, I will defend it until the death. With Harry gone, there's nothing much to live for besides protecting those I love.

Lucien

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"Asalen, what is going on?" Lucien demanded as he met up with his brother in the stables.

"Orcs, thousands of them. Elladan is getting the army ready." Asalen replied as he opened the doors of the stable to let the horses out into the courtyard.

"Let me get my sword and I'll lead." Lucien said, walking away swiftly.

"You're not fighting." Asalen yelled to his brother's back.

Lucien turned around to face his brother, "What?"

"You're not fighting, Lucien. You're too emotionally unstable to be out on the field." Asalen replied.

"I'm fine!" Lucien exclaimed, attempting to convince his brother otherwise.

"The last time we was attacked, you got an arrow to the chest and you said you were fine. This isn't a suicide mission!" Asalen said, holding onto his brother's arm. "Please Lucien, don't make Ada and father have to worry about you on top of this."

"I'm Eryn Lasgalen's commander. It is my duty to lead the army into battle." Lucien said, voice low and cold.

"I'm Eryn Lasgalen's crown prince. It's my duty to protect my people, Lucien. And it's my duty as your older brother to protect you. I'm telling you to stop." Asalen shot back. Blue eyes met silver as the two brothers silently challenged each other.

The deep sounding of Eryn Lasgalen's war horn broke the brothers from their trance.

"I'm fighting, Asalen. I don't need your permission."

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The battle was harsh and bloody. The elves of Eryn Lasgalen took more than they recieved. The slow movements of the orcs was no match against Elven agility. Asalen and Lucien both searched the battle field for any wounded Elven warriors. Lucien was fully intent on finding the wounded elves, but Asalen was trapped in his own thoughts. During the fight, he had seen the brutal and careless attack his golden-haired brother had provided.

It was like he was so lost in himself, his only mission was to kill as many as he could get his hands on. I knew he should not have fought in this battle, let alone lead. He's so blinded by his own pain because of Harry's rejection. He's slowly throwing himself into battle. He's on a suicide mission. Before long, he wouldn't even have to let his grief overtake him. He will die in battle.

As his brother called him to help carry a wounded elf to the palace, Asalen silently promised to find Harry and make him pay for what he did to Lucien...or at least make him come to Middle Earth and fix the problem.

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September 25th

It's been about a month since I left Middle Earth. Ron and Hermione both know where I went, but not who I was with. Hermione was in awe that I had met both King Legolas and Prince Lucien, the two most beautiful of their kind. Ron would flip out if he ever found out that the beautiful Prince Lucien was Draco Malfoy.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, I wonder how he's doing. Voldemort has been using muggle terrorists as a disguise to attack muggle cities. Dumbledore seems to think that a war will be in the near future. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Lupin has been talking about a war in Middle Earth. I know I should be concerned, but I'm strangely not. I know Lucien's more than capable.

Harry

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Harry landed on the ground just as a black blob crashed into him. He looked up to see Asalen, Prince of Eryn Lasgalen, staring down at him.

"Asalen, what are you doing here?" He asked, shifting as to get the other off of him.

"We need to talk." Asalen sneered as he forced Harry back down.

"About what? Get off me!" Harry yelled.

"About Lucien, you idiot. Do you know what you're doing to him?" Asalen yelled back, slamming the raven-haired boy into the ground beneath him.

"Whatever happens to him is not my concern." Harry snapped, trying to throw the elf off of him.

"He's throwing himself into war. He's on a suicide mission." Asalen said, pushing Harry down. Years of sword training paid off in times like these. "You are going to come with me to see Lucien. And trust me, I won't hesitate to hurt you."

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"Asalen made me come, you liar. Don't think I would willingly come to see you." Harry sneered as he faced Lucien.

The golden-haired prince stared at him emotionlessly, something he had mastered after being a Malfoy for sixteen years.

"If you wish to leave, I would not stop you."

"Your brother is." Harry said.

"He has no power over the Boy-who-lived. If you wish to leave, no one can stop you." Lucien said, voice barely a whisper.

"Then let me go." Harry urged.

Lucien reached into his drawer to pull out a green, silk scarf.
"This should tkae you back to Hogwarts." He handed the scarf to Harry and watched as he portkeyed out of his room.

"Why did you let him go?"

Lucien did not show any recognition that his brother was in the room. He only stood there, rooted to the stop.

"I asked you why did you let him go." Asalen repeated.

"He did not wish to see me. He did not want to be here." Lucien replied.

"You cannot deal with him leaving time after time, Lucien. I don't care about what he wants. I only care about what you want." Asalen said, concern etched across his face.

"I won't die of grief, Asalen." Lucien insisted.

"Then you'd kill yourself in battle." Asalen exclaimed, anger seething into his voice.

Lucien whirled around to face his raven-haired brother," I have a battle to fight, an army to lead, and people to protect."

"Then if you waste away and allow yourself to be so careless in battle, you won't be here to fulfill those roles!" Asalen said, grabbing Lucien's shoulders in his hands.

"I promise you, Asalen. Not until this war is over, should I leave this world for the Halls of Mandos." Lucien whispered, shaking off his brother's hands.

"The Halls of Mandos is not somewhere an elf should be. You belong in the Undying Lands." Asalen said, watching as his brother mad to leave the room.

"The Undying Lands no longer provide refuage for me, nor will I willingly leave Harry behind."

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"Move! Move!"

Over five hundred elven soldiers marched through Eryn Lasgalen's front gates, all ready to attack the impending orc force.

"All archers ready!"

The archers that lined the gates readied their bows, arrows notched. Throughout the whole war, the elven kingdom had never once lost a battle under their youngest prince.

"Fire!"

Prince Lucien rode his black stallion, Kaillen. The golden-haired prince yelled his instructions to the elven army. His brother Anael and his mate Elrohir was fighting a similar battle near the borders of Rivendell. His other brother, Asalen, was within the palace walls. He had refused to step foot on the battlefield if his little brother continued to fight. He understood Lucien's need to protect and lead, but he refused to watch his brother charge to his own demise.

"Charge!"

The elven warriors broke in a run as the archers finished the first round of attack. Lucien urged his stallion into a full trottle, charging with his army. This was the last troop of orcs. He had made sure of that. Not even Sauron's left over magic could match a personal favor from a certain headmaster.

"They will not give us mercy, so they shall recieve none!" He yelled, closing his eyes, drawing his sword, and charging into the battle.

For you, Harry. For Eryn Lasgalen.

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"Help! The prince has fallen!"

Asalen jumped to his feet when he heard the yells for a healer. He ran towards the sounds of the voice. Asalen met up with his most trust general- Danion. Within the general's arms, was his youngest brother.

"Lucien!"

The elven prince did not look in good shape. His hair was colored red from his own blood and his clothes were torn in more than a few places.

"What happened?" Asalen asked.

"He refused to leave the battlefield when injured. He collasped a little after we defeated the last round of orcs." Danion explained. Asalen removed Jaden of his precious burden when Lucien began to stir within the general's arms.

"Lucien, can you hear me?" Asalen asked.

Lucien mumbled incorherently and opened his glazed silver eyes to look at Asalen, "If I die, I want to die on the battlefield. I'd rather bring down the enemy instead of lying in bed waiting for the day to come."

Asalen did not answer. He choose to call for a healer instead.

"Don't bother, Asalen. My body is failing me. I no longer have the will to live. The wars are over and my people no longer need me. Let me go." Lucien whispered, pain seeping through his words.

"No, if I had the choice, I would never let you go. There are people here who love you." Asalen said, hoping to distract his brother as the healers tended to his numerous wounds.

"How is he?" Asalen asked, once the healers put Lucien in a drug induced sleep.
"Not good, my lord. His body refuses to react to any of our treatments. It is as if he has given up the will to live. I am afraid he does not have much longer."

"Then we'll send him to the Undying Lands!" Legolas said, hands holding onto Lucien's cold and unresponsive ones.

"They will not save his soul." Asalen said, head bowed.

"There had to be a way to save him." Aragorn said, lifting his arms to wrap around his husband.
"The Halls of Mandos is not made for an elf." Anael said. After hearing of his brother's condition he had raced back to Eryn Lasgalen, as if to say his last goodbyes.

"The Halls of Mandos will not recieve him. The Undying Lands provide no refuge. What could we do?" Legolas asked, tears running down his pale cheeks.

"His soul is troubled. He is dying of grief." All the people present in the room tuned to face Elladan.

"What?"

"His mortal friend rejected him. Elves can and will die of grief. He is fading and his body is shutting down." Elladan explained.

"Harry! Of course, we need to go find Harry." Anael exclaimed.

"The man rejected him twice. What makes you think he would save Lucien?" Aragorn sneered, his dislike for the green-eyed wizard was clear in his voice.

"Harry Potter's hero complex." Asalen provided, knowing full well that the wizard could not live with Lucien's death on his concience.

"Then Harry Potter is who I will seek." Legolas said, determination clear in his voice.

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Legolas' apparation spell left him in the Burrow, which was supposed to be where Harry Potter was celebrating the Yule holiday. Once Legolas appeared in the living room, six wands was pointed in his direction.

"Who are you? And how did you get here?" Arthur Weasley demanded, wand ready to curse the Elven king.

"My name is Legolas and I'm here seeking Harry Potter." Legolas replied.

"Legolas, that is a rather unusual name." Hermione mumbled to herself.

"What business do you have with Harry?" Bill Weasley demanded, walking up to the golden-haired elf.

"It concerns my son." Legolas replied, patience still firmly in place.

"Tell me or else I will curse you. I want the truth." Arthur exclaimed.

"My business is not yours. Where is Harry Potter?"

Arthur opened his mouth, ready to curse the man who resembled a Malfoy so much.

"No! Mr. Weasley, no!"

Everyone in the room turned to the direction of the voice.

"Harry." Legolas said calmly, as if this was an everyday experience for him.

"King Legolas, what are you doing here?"

Left you guys with a cliffhanger, lolxz. Please review, you know you want to. : P