Prince of the Elves

Chapter nine

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 the elves, 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!

Thanks to my reviewers for reviewing!

Blondi aka Lucius- Lolxz, i love super brave legolas too!

fourth-face-of-the-goddess- Just you wait, not only Legolas will yell at Harry. Think Aragorn AND Legolas

angel hakusho- Harry will get wat he deserves. I think I might just throw him in war...see how Lucien feels. evil smirks

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I felt for sure last night

That once we said goodbye

No one else will know these lonely dreams

No one else will know that part of me

I'm still driving away

And I'm sorry everyday

I won't always love these selfish things

I won't always live not stopping

It was my turn to decide

I knew this was our time

No one else will have me like you do

No one else will have me only you

-Jimmy Eat World, 23

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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?"

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"I'm here to talk to you about my son." Legolas replied.

All the wands in the room remained pointed to the elven king.

"I have nothing to say about him." Harry said. "I mean no disrespect to you, my lord, but I do not want to see your son ever again."

"He's dying, Harry." Legolas exclaimed, watching the red-headed wizards in the room. "I'm here to ask you to let his heart go."

"Right, he's dying. The last time I saw him, he looked perfectly fine." Harry said, voice adopting Draco's signature coldness.

"He's fading and the only one who can save him is you," Legolas paused, gathering his thoughts. "When you left, Lucien threw himself into war. He knew he was fading, yet he let you leave when Asalen brought you to Middle Earth. He only wants your happiness."

"My happiness includes him staying far away from me." Harry said with a sneer.

"He did not want to be the way he was. He was forced to live under that beast of a father. You don't know what that man did to him, Harry. He still has nightmares after all this time." Legolas exclaimed, his patience with the raven-haired man decreasing. "I used to hear his cries for help in the middle of the night. And it breaks me heart to know that he's still out there, waiting for Lucien to come back."

"He should not have lied to me then." Harry shot back.

"The halls of Mandos will not accept his soul. The Undying Lands provide no refuge. His soul will not rest." Legolas was so busy arguing with Harry that he had not noticd the redheads in the room staring at him.

"Harry! Do not argue with a king! Especially an elven one, Harry. Do you honestly want a whole army of elves after you?" Hermione exclaimed.

"I'm not afraid of them." Harry snorted defiantly.

"I will follow through with Asalen's threat, Mr. Potter, if it come down to that. Just because my son loves you, it doesn't mean I will hesitate to hurt you. I know for a fact that Asalen had been ready to crush your face for sometime now." Legolas said, the coldness in his voice topping Lucius Malfoy's.

"He's right. By the time I'm done with you, you'd wish that your Dark Lord was the one holding you captive."

Harry and Legolas looked away from each other to see the King of Men standing in the Weasley's living room.

"Estel, what are you doing here?"

The man ignored his husband's question and strided over to the raven-haired wizard.

"What my son could do to you is nothing compared to what I will do if you do not come with us. Imagine an army, men AND elves, all coming to destroy your world. I can AND will eliminate you and ship my son to Valinar." Aragorn said, sending Harry death glares rivaling Hogwart's resident potion's master. "You can either have that army against you, or fighting for you."

Harry gave the King a smirk before turning around to see the Weasleys' outraged faces.

"How dare you threaten Harry!"

Aragorn's eyes flashed with anger before settling onto the eldest Weasley. "If your son was dying and the only one who could help refused to, what would you do?"

Resignation flashed across Mr. Weasley's face before he answered the king, "I would make him help my son."

"Now you see why we are threating this sorry excuse of a human. I mean no disrespect against humans, of course. Considering the fact that I am half human and so are our children, I can't be biased. But the fact remains that this scum has refused the love of an elf." Aragorn said, turning to look at every Weasley in the room. "I'm sure you know that happens in that situation."

"To gain an elf's love is supposed to be the best thing that could ever happen to you. Most elves only love once in their lifetime, which is very long considering their immortal." Hermione provided.

"And what would happen if an elf was rejected by the one they loved the most?" Aragorn asked, encouraging the girl to continue.

"They start to face and eventually they will die. That is, unless they are sent to the Undying Lands first." Hermione finished, slightly proud of herself when the Elven King smiled at her.

"My son has subjected himself to that and it is our duty to save him. No elf was ever made for the Halls of Mandos." Aragorn stated, staring directly at Mr. Weasley.

"I think you should go with them, Harry."

The raven-haired wizard stared at his father figure in shock. "What? But I don't want to go."

"They will loose a son and their kingdom would loose a prince, Harry. They will have to watch their son die, when he was supposed to outlive you." Mr. Weasley said. "You attracted a prince's love. What could possibly be wrong with that?"

Harry just stared at his shoes as the redhead's words ran through his head.

"I am sure Lucien's has told you of his situation in our world. Once he was rightfully returned to us, he began his training. Within months, he completed that training and started leading patrols. And when you left, he lead our army into war. Eryn Lasgalen has gone fifteen years without her warrior prince. Please, don't make her people suffer through that again." Legolas pleaded.

Harry sighed as he looked upon the pleading face of the elven king, "All right, I'll go with you."

"I assure you, as long as I shall live, Harry will not go unprotected. He will be safe where he is going." Legolas said, eyes trained on the Weasleys. "Come, Harry."

Legolas held out a greenlead pendant to Harry and the three disappeared.

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"How's he doing?" Legolas asked as he and Harry made their way to Lucien's room.

"No changing, he's been unconscious for all this time." Asalen replied, shooting death glares in Harry's direction.

When they reached a door, Legolas stopped Harry.
"You will go inside and we'll stay out here." He instructed.

Harry nodded mutely before entering the room. The sight that greeted him was not what he had expected. The proud elven commander that he once knew looked weak and fragile. The blankets that covered him seemed to bury his small form.

Something about the way Lucien looked, made Harry's heart break.

"Draco." Harry gasped, unconsciously using the blond prince's mortal name. Grasping the elf's pale hand in his tan ones, he noticed just how much the other had changed.

Did I really do that to him? I guess I was right, or at least Draco was. Everyone who gets close to me gets hurt. Look at all those bandages...What happened to him?

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when Lucien began to stir beside him.

"Harry?"

The raven-haired man could hear just how weak the other was. Lucien's voice was just barely above a whisper.
"Yes, love?"

"Am I in heaven?" Lucien asked, naturally returning to the place he thought souls went after death. It was barely a year since he left the wizarding world and left behind his mortal ways.

"No, why do you ask that?" Harry replied, curiousity evident in his voice.

"You look like an angel, Harry."

"No, Draco, you do." Harry said, still using Lucien's mortal name.

"Don't lie to me. With the crimes I have committed I would not be allowed into heaven, much less become an angel. The Halls of Mandos might even reject me." Lucien said, completely emotionless.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Draco. If you were to really die, heaven would be proud to accept a warrior like you." Harry said, attempting to reassure the bed-ridden elf.

"It's Valar, Harry. Elves don't go to heaven." Lucien whispered, voice slightly amused.

Harry laughed before replying, "Valar then. But I would refuse to let you go without a fight."

"This is one of the best dreams I've had in a long time, Harry. All the other ones have been nightmares about Lucius." Lucien confessed, gripping Harry's hand tightly.

"What did he do to you?" Harry asked.

Lucien remained silent for several moments before replying,"He wanted control over me. I refused to be a deatheater and he wanted me to always obey his rules. He did the only thing he could control." 1

"No."

Lucien's only response was a weak nod.

"Is this some kind of last confession before my soul's destroyed?" Lucien asked, still completely oblivious to why his loved was sitting willingly by his side.

"I'm real, Draco." Harry said, giving Lucien's hand a tight squeeze.

"Why do you keep on calling me Draco?" Lucien was confused, tired, and utterly surprised.

"That's your name and that's a part of you I have to learn to accept." Harry replied. "I just hope you can forgive me for coming so late."

"You're really real...?"

"More than real." Harry said reassuringly.

Harry watched as a true smile made its way across Lucien's tired face.

"Rest now." Harry leaned down and gently placed his lips over Lucien's forehead.

"Promse you'd be here when I wake up?"

Harry smiled before answering, "Promise."

Lucien smiled again before closing his eyes and falling asleep. Harry gently moved Lucien over on the large bed and laid down next to his lover. "I promise I'd always be here when you wake up."

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When Harry woke up, he was greeted with the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in his life. Lucien was using his chest as a pillow. The blond's hands curled underneath his chin and his long sun-kissed hair was fanned out on the pure white bed. Harry allowed himself to admire the blond's beauty for several moments until he realized the blond's eyes where closed. During the summer in Middle Earth, he had gotten used to the unnerving fact that elves slept with their eyes open. Taking hold of the blond's shoulder, Harry gently shook the elf awake.

"Wha...Harry?" Lucien mumbled drowsily. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the light seeping through the open window.

"You were sleeping with your eyes closed." Harry said, hand running through Lucien's golden locks.

"Harry, I'm still recovering from several servere injuries. My body's still using all my strength to heal." Lucien replied.
Harry nuzzled his face into Lucien's neck, voice muffled by the sun-kissed hair, "I'm so sorry."

"Harry, I lied to you. A lot of elves have lived through grief. I just failed to try." Lucien said, groaning as he tried to move.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Can you please find my brother and tell him I'm in need of some pain killers?" Lucien replied, lifting an arm to usher Harry out of the room. "And ignore the death glares he's going to send you. It's nothing compared to mine."

The raven-haired wizard nodded before leaving the room in search of the crown prince. Once Lucien was sure Harry was gone, he let out a yelp of happiness.

"You sounded just like a girl just then, little brother." Asalen said, entering the room.

"Just give me the pain killers, jerk." Lucien snapped, hissing in pain as he bumped a rib.

"Still the same little brat." Asalen said, more to himself than to the others in the room.

"Get the pain meds, Asalen." Lucien said with a groan. "Oh, that hurt."

Asalen immediately dashed to his brother's bed, "You two didn't do anything, did you?"

"Oh, gods no!" Harry exclaimed. "He's hurt."

"Asalen, you know the rules. No sex until after marriage. I'm a prince, I would know." Lucien siad, exasperation apparent in his voice. "Get me the damn pain killers. My head's killing me."

"Understandable." Asalen said. "Ada had to go to the wizarding world and drag this one here."

"Ada left you two in charge?" Lucien asked, mockingly.

"I'll have you know that when Ada and father had to go fight for Gondor, they left us in charge." Asalen said with a sneer.
"Along with daeadar."

"You're impossible!" Asalen exclaimed as he handed Lucien a cup filled with medicine. "I don't know how you could love someone like that, Harry."

"You get used to it after six years." Harry said casually.
"Hey!" Lucien said in protest. "A lot of people think I'm a very nice person."

"Who? Your fan club?" Asalen asked, sitting next to his brother on the bed.

"Fan club?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, didn't you know? The 'I-love-Draco-Lucien-Malfoy' fan club." The raven-haired elf replied.

"They had one of those?" Harry exclaimed.

"Well, yes. My brother was quite the lady's man...or elf..." Asalen replied, smiling down at his brother.

"Oh, man. That's rich!" Harry said before bursting out in laughter.

"You make me sound like a man whore or something." Lucien said to his brother before smacking Harry in the arm. "Stop laughing! At least I didn't have Creevy as the head of my fan club."

"Colin was the head of my fan club? Wait...I had a fan club?" Harry stuttered out as his mind digested the information.
"Who did you think gave you all those chocolates and cards?" Lucien asked, one delicate, blond brow raised.

"People who liked me? I don't know." Harry replied with a shrug.

"He really is sickenly naiive." Asalen commented with a shake of his head.

"I am not naiive!" Harry protested.

"Anyway, I'll leave you two to talk. Lucien, solve this problem." Asalen said before leaving the two in the room alone.

"Draco?"

The golden-haired elf looked up to face the man he love,"Yes?"

"Tell me about Lucius."

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1 In one discussion in my religion class, we were talking about violence and everything. So my teacher once said that the one thing that a person could control another, would be rape. That's why some of the rapist in this world do it, to control the victim.

You can tell my religion class is pretty realistic. I mean, I don't have a old nun for religion...so we talk about the controversal things in our society- the death penalty, abortion, sweatshop labor, etc.

Hehe...I guess I left you guys with a sort of cliffhanger... But don't worry...the next chapter is coming soon. PLease review! I know you want to lolxz.