Professor Legolas

PROFESSOR LEGOLAS

BY JOXIE


Title : Professor Legolas

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Legolas/Harry Potter

Rating : NC17 AU

Authors Notes : HP/LOTR Crossover //thought speak//

Summary : Harry comes into his Veela inheritance and discovers a whole new world.

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : I do not own Lord Of The Rings or Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these writings.


CHAPTER TWELVE

They were in one of the guest rooms in Hogwarts, it was the morning after Draco had been handed over to Glorfindel and he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Perverted arse bandit” he viciously spat.

“If you act like a child I will treat you like one” Glorfindel warned him.

“I don’t need another father” Draco replied bitterly.

“What do you need then” Glorfindel asked with great patience.

All the fight went out of Draco and his shoulders slumped “I don’t know but it isn’t you.”

“That remains to be seen” Glorfindel told him.

Something snapped in Draco and he flew at Glorfindel fists flying “You are nothing but my father’s whore.”

Glorfindel restrained him with ease “At least grant that I maybe a good whore.”

“Let go of me you arse kissing sodomite” Draco yelled and continued to struggle.

“Enough you will calm down and be rational” Glorfindel ordered harshly dropping Draco onto the floor.

In a second Draco had his wand in his hand “Stup…”

“Stop!” Dispassionately Glorfindel watched as Draco writhed in pain his wand on the floor by his side.

“You can’t be trusted with this thing” he picked the wand up his distaste showing and before Draco’s stunned eyes he broke it in two.

“You bastard” snarled Draco tears shining in his eyes.

“Not from where I’m standing” Glorfindel glared at the tearful youth.

Painfully Draco scrambled to his feet and looked ready to continue arguing.

“Until you learn some control I will remove you from temptation. I refuse you the right to use any magic that you can still perform without a wand” the words were like claps of thunder.

“No please don’t” Draco felt the blocks fall into place as his magic was sealed off from him.

Glorfindel caught him as he lost consciousness and carried him to the hospital wing.

Later that day Harry burst into Snape’s study Legolas close behind him.

“Where is Draco?” He demanded.

Snape growled “Gone.””

“That we already know Severus do you know where?” Legolas asked calmly.

“Your friend took him” he handed Legolas a small piece of parchment.

“To ease your concerns this is to let you know that I have taken Draco to Valinor. I think we need some time away from the mortal world, plus Valinor hopefully will be good for what ails him - Glorfindel”

“This is addressed to me” Legolas commented.

“Just call him postman Pat” Harry said dryly.

“Tonight I will return to Valinor and see what I can find out but rest assured no harm will have come to him” Legolas promised.

“Because the harm has already been done” Snape replied.

Draco hated the peace and quiet that surrounded him. Being stuck half way up a mountain with Glorfindel wasn’t his idea of fun and travelling by foot was just plain idiotic.

“There it is” Glorfindel said cheerfully when a two storey building came into view.

“Home sweet hovel” snarked Draco only to receive a clip across the ear.

“Cut that out” he complained with a glare at Glorfindel.

With no alterative Draco followed his tormentor through the doorway. To find one large room on the other side of it and a stairway that lead to the upper floor. At one end of the room was a fire place and kitchen area, the rest of it was a general living space with chairs , a writing desk and the like.

Draco dropped his pack and turned on his heel giving the room the once over, “Even the Weasley’s must live better than this” he taunted.

He followed Glorfindel over to the fire place and watched in fascination as the elf set and lit a fire.

“I wouldn’t try sticking your face in that” Glorfindel advised.

“What kind of fool do you think I am?” Draco was offended.

“You really don’t want me to answer that” Glorfindel replied brightly.

“I’m hungry” Draco moaned.

“Go up stairs and make the beds up while I get us a meal together” Glorfindel ordered.

“I’m not a house elf” was the scathing reply he got.

“No you’re not nearly as useful but you’ll learn or starve” growled Glorfindel “and take our packs up as well.”

Truculently Draco picked up the packs and headed for the stairs. Once alone Glorfindel sighed recalling why he had never ever wanted children of his own. He then went outside to see how his abandoned vegetable patch had faired while he had been away.

Draco looked into the linen box and back at the bare mattress. He grabbed a sheet and flung it on the bed, half an hour later in pure frustration he tried to use wandless magic. Passing out as his head seemed too explode.

To Glorfindel’s surprise his vegetable patch wasn’t in to bad a shape. He lifted a good few potatoes, carrots and onions took them back to the house and collected his bow and arrows.

The bed broke Draco’s fall sparing him further injury, it was long minutes later though that he blinked his eyes open. Each breath he took was painful and he fought not to be sick.

Draco refused to cry instead he channelled his emotions into anger. He flipped himself onto his back grunting as pain washed over him. With another big effort he sat up and buried his head in his hands.

Glorfindel had plucked, cleaned and prepared the pheasant he had shot. It was now baking in his small oven. He suddenly realized how long it had been since he had sent Draco to make the beds. A little concerned but mostly annoyed he set off upstairs to find him.

A pathetic moan assaulted his ears as he opened the first bedroom door. Draco sat on the edge of an unmade bed, sheets and blankets in an untidy pile on the floor. Glorfindel knelt by the youth and pulled his hands away from his face, Draco was pale and clammy.

“Bull headed” Glorfindel got to his feet “lets get you downstairs.”

When Draco didn’t move he added “You can either walk or I will carry you.”

Draco stumbled to his feet but after only staggering a few steps Glorfindel simply picked him up and he didn’t protest.

Sat in a chair by the fire Draco muttered “You’re enjoying seeing me like this.”

“I don’t like seeing any child suffer” Glorfindel told him.

“I’m not a child” Draco shouted and regretted it as his head throbbed painfully.

“Here drink this” Glorfindel offered him a glass.

“What is it” Draco pouted.

“Nothing that will harm you, drink” Glorfindel held the glass out.

Against his better judgment Draco sipped the clear liquid, finding it very palatable he emptied the glass.

“Miruvor always hit’s the spot, you should feel better soon” Glorfindel checked the pheasant and put the vegetables on.

Amazingly by the time the meal was ready Draco felt almost human again and managed to eat two platefuls.

Glorfindel stood in Draco’s bedroom doorway; the youth was not still in his sleep. His movements were restless and frequent; it seemed the boy had his demons. Then Glorfindel heard it and the word drew him into the room.

“D…Daddy” Draco’s brow creased and there was rapid eye movement underneath his eyelids.

Glorfindel sat on the edge of the bed and studied the youth.

“Daddy” the cry was plaintive.

Glorfindel gathered Draco into his arms and murmured “I am here you are safe.”

Draco buried his face in Glorfindel’s neck and breathed deeply, his lips parted and he lapped at the skin. Glorfindel ran his hands up and down his back soothingly.

With Draco restful in his arms Glorfindel asked “Who are you?”

“Your loving son Daddy” the voice was muffled against his neck.

“So be it you are my beautiful boy” Glorfindel eased Draco back against the pillows and looked at what was his “it will be no hardship to love and look after you my son.”

Glorfindel leant forward and kissed Draco deeply and sweetly. He held him through the remainder of the night and Draco’s rest was peaceful and calm.