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"Ahh!" Draco yelled when he tripped and a giant spider latched its jaws onto his foot. He kick desperately.

"Draco!" He heard Granger scream from the trees somewhere.

All of a sudden, and arrow protruded from its eyes and it fell to the ground, dead. There was a flash of red hair and all the other spiders around him shrieked in pain. His savior had her back turned to him, and he realized with terror that a spider was approaching them.

"Quick!" He yelled as he hurriedly scanned the ground for his wand, which had fallen when he struggled with the spider. "Give me a dagger! Something!"

"You think I would give you a weapon, mortal?" She spun around, and nailed the spider in the head with a dagger.

Damn, Draco thought. He stared at the woman with and impressed look on her face. She had badass skills that would give even Granger a run for her money. She was not a human. Draco gazed at her in awe. She was almost as tall as him and had creamy white skin and high, defined cheekbones. Her hair reached her waist, and was a vibrant red. But what stuck out to him the most were the pointed tips of her ears: she was an elf.

The elf bent down and picked up his wand, which was laying on the ground. Draco gratefully stuck his hand out, asking for it back. But she only smirked and gave him a rough shove towards the rest of his company.

The company was surrounded by other fierce looking elves, and the leader of the elves commanded, "Search them!"

The red haired elf pushed him into the center of the group and another elf began searching his robes for weapons. Of course, he had no other weapons, and the elf searching him moved on to Hermione.

He watched the leader of the elves, the one with long blonde hair, take a locket from Gloin.

"Oi! Give that back! That's private!" Gloin protested.

"Who is this?" The blonde elf sneered. "Your brother?"

"That's my wife!" Gloin said indignantly.

"And what is this horrid creature? A goblin mutant?"

Gloin looked insulted. "That's my wee lad, Gimli."

The elf then turned to Draco's red haired savior and asked her something in elvish. She replied to him in a low, worried tone. The leader was handed Thorin's sword and he regarded it in reverence.

"Where did you get this?" he asked Thorin.

"It was given to me," Thorin steadily met his gaze.

"Not just a thief, but a liar as well," he pointed the sword at Thorin's throat, and Draco immediately disliked him. He was an arrogant prick, Draco fumed. A brat spoiled rotten.

"Who is he?" Draco leaned over Hermione and whispered in her ear as the elves began herding the dwarves away.

"Legolas." She replied simply as if that answer would suffice.

"I don't like him." Draco muttered darkly. "Arrogant git."

"I think that this Legolas now reminds me very much of another blonde heir who was also very arrogant and spoiled rotten." Hermione glanced at him.

Draco scowled. Honestly, he didn't know why Legolas got to him so much. Perhaps it was because he had captured and bested him? Perhaps it was the way he treated them with obvious distaste and disgust? Or maybe it was the way Draco noticed him looking at his red haired savior.

The elves led the company deeper into the forest, and into their elven castle. Draco noted that this fortress reminded him of pureblood manors back on Earth; powerful and mighty, yet still beautiful.

He was shoved into a cell and had the door slammed shut. He glanced up and was surprised to see the red haired elf staring up at him. "Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything down my robes." He flirted lightly.

She tensed, and for a second Draco wondered if he had gone too far when she smirked, "Or nothing."

Draco was stunned into silence as he stared down at her retreating form. There was something about the way she made his heart race that bothered him deeply. He had no idea what to do about it. Here he was, stuck in a cell, and was falling in love with his captor. What his mother would say…he shook his head lightly. He sat down on the cold stone floor and shoved his hands in his pockets. His fingers brushed over something small and metal in his pocket.

Narcissa…she had given him something when he was a very little boy, and was crying after his father had given him a deep scolding. It was an ivory brooch with a narcissus flower laid in emeralds in the center. His mother claimed that it was something his father had given her when they had just gotten married, and she carried it around with her everywhere.

"Just to remind myself when things got hard, how much he loved me." She answered Draco's curious questions. "Now I want you to have it, darling, to remind yourself when things get difficult of how much both your father and I love you."

Draco felt that it was still pinned on the inside pocket of his robe and was immensely relieved that the elves hadn't taken it from him. He carefully undid the clasp and ran his long fingers over the emeralds, thinking about days when he would run around the manor grounds, his mother laughing from a distance.

"What is it?" Draco was jerked from his memories as the red haired elf stood, staring at the brooch.

"It is a talisman," he answered in an ominous voice. "With a heavy curse placed upon it."

She looked a little startled and began to walk away when Draco desperately called out to her, "Or not."

She paused and turned her gaze back to him curiously. "My mother gave it to me," Draco explained. He had no idea why he was telling her this, but realized that he would ramble off his deepest secrets, really just to keep talking to her.

"As a token of her love." He smiled fondly.

He tossed it in the air but his weary hands didn't clasp around it in time and it clattered to the ground, rolling dangerously towards the edge of the cliff. The elf whipped aroundfaster than he had ever seen anyone react and caught the brooch with the toe of her boot. She bent down and picked it up, holding it up to the starlight to get a better look. Loud, merry voices drifted down to the cold cells.

"Sounds like quite a party you're having up there." Draco commented.

"It is Mereth Nuin Giliath; The Feast of Starlight. All light is sacred to the Eldar, but the Wood Elves loves best the light of the stars." She explained with wonder dancing across her fair features.

"I always thought it is a cold light, remote and far away." Draco confessed.

"It is memory!" She exclaimed. "Precious and pure."

"Like your mother's love." She held out the brooch back to him. Draco cautiously reached out and took it from her palm.

"I was named for a constellation." Draco mentioned.

"Really?" She looked at him to continue. "Which one?"

"Draco, it means dragon." He told her.

"I have not heard of that constellation," She admitted.

"You know my name now," Draco pondered for a minute, wondering if he should ask. "What is yours?"

After a moment's hesitation, she replied, "Tauriel."

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