Professor Legolas
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-Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
41
Views:
9,447
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lord Of The Rings or Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these writings.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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 FIFTEEN
The sun was shining brightly as Legolas and Harry walked through the trees. Harry loved the peace of this world but knew in his heart that he would never be completely at home here. He and Legolas would have to talk and soon so that there would be no misunderstandings. But at this moment he was content to wander hand in hand with his lover.
“How many amulets are there?” Harry asked idly.
“Seven” Gandalf’s voice boomed making both Harry and Legolas jump.
“The elves have four” he continued “Legolas, Glorfindel, Elrond and Celeborn. The rest I hold to be used at my digression and I chose to give one to you Harry Potter” Gandalf suited his actions to his words and held out an amulet.
“The key to the kingdoms” Harry smiled his thanks to the wizard.
“My visit is not all pleasure bent I have been directed to offer a choice to the children of sorrow” Gandalf looked gravely at Harry.
Who in turn glanced questioningly at Legolas who shrugged, Gandalf made a irritated sound and leant heavily on his staff.
“You and Draco” Gandalf pointed out a little sharply.
“And the choice would be” Harry asked suspiciously.
“That must be put before both of you, where is Draco?” Gandalf said firmly.
“Glorfindel is teaching him to cook” Legolas supplied helpfully.
The three of them walked back to the house, entering it in time to hear Glorfindel say “Cooking is a little like potion making.”
“Indeed it is but much more satisfying to the senses I might add” Gandalf smiled at the scene in front of him.
Draco was biting his lip and frowning as he concentrated on chopping carrots while Glorfindel cubed what looked like chicken breasts.
“What brings you to my humble home Gandalf” Glorfindel grinned.
“The Valar have sent me to your door, old friend” Gandalf replied almost gently.
“Ah, what do they want now, my left nut on a mithril salver by any chance” Glorfindel said a little too calmly.
“Nothing so drastic, only for me to place a choice before Harry and Draco” in the background Draco dropped his knife on the table.
“Who are the Valar and what do they want with me?” He demanded hotly.
“Higher beings that mean you no harm and it is a gift they offer not punishment” Gandalf soothed.
“I’ll be the judge of that” Draco snapped.
“So what is this wonderful choice” Harry asked dryly.
“You have both been offered the gift of the elves, immortality and everything that goes with it” Gandalf’s tone was very serious.
“Never to die” Harry looked directly at Gandalf “and the catch is?”
“Your magic will be stripped from you and you will be healed” Gandalf watched Harry take a very deep breath.
“Will I still be Veela, I will not lose Legolas” Harry was becoming agitated.
Legolas place an arm around him and gave Gandalf a warning look.
“No, you will still be Veela it is a part of what you are” Gandalf quickly told Harry.
“So is my magic” Harry snapped back.
“Not in the same way, you will remain Veela I promise you” Gandalf returned gravely.
“When do you need our answer?” Harry asked quietly.
“You have six days, I will return on the seventh” Gandalf informed him.
“And on the seventh we may rest” Harry muttered sarcastically.
Gandalf only stayed long enough to deliver the message. Legolas and Harry went back to there walk, at first all was silent but not in a restful way.
“My Veela is demanding I grab this chance with both hands” Harry finally said.
“So why aren’t you?” Legolas asked with a calmness he didn’t feel.
Harry could sense his mate’s distress through there bond “There is no choice for me in this matter, I will not be torn from you Legolas but we do need to talk.”
“Valinor is not to your taste” Legolas said positively.
“I love this world it is beautiful, calm, peaceful….” Harry couldn’t believe the amusement he saw in his mate’s eyes.
“Boring” the elf suggested.
Harry blushed and refused to look Legolas in the eye “I never said that.”
Legolas smiled “We can base ourselves in your world just promise me that we’ll visit here often.”
“I would promise you every star in the sky if I could” Harry grinned in true happiness.
“You are sweet beyond measure my love” Legolas braced himself before he continued “you will regret the loss of your magic.”
“Regret is part of being alive and yes it will be painful but you’re worth it” Harry smiled at Legolas and they carried on with there walk.
Being backed into a corner was never a good place to be and Draco felt it keenly. He wondered if life permanently without magic would be so bad, millions of muggles managed after all. A bitter smile crossed his lips at the thought of his father’s reaction to that. Still it would be the equivalent of changing his race wouldn’t it?
“Your thinking to hard, you should go with your heart” Glorfindel advised.
“That’s easy for you to say” Draco snorted.
“What will you really lose by accepting this gift from the Valar?” Continued Glorfindel.
“Only myself” Draco replied dryly.
“There is more to you than your magic” Glorfindel told him.
“Yes I could always work in a brothel” Draco threw back.
“You have a terrible sense of humour” Glorfindel grimaced.
“Who says I’m joking” Draco muttered.
In another part of Valinor Celeborn was in a difficult situation with his wife, Galadriel was near to losing control.
“I can sense him” she hissed.
Celeborn put a calming hand on his wife’s arm to little effect.
“His power is infinite and mostly unrecognized” feathers began to appear on her neck.
“Galadriel, wife don’t” but it was too late a terrible scream came from her bird like face and wings sprouted from her back, she rose into the air with another wrathful scream.
It was at times like these that Celeborn was reminded why they had never had more children after Celebrian. Who mercifully had not inherited her mother’s Veela traits.
With a heavy heart he removed the amulet from his tunic and kissed it.
Harry lay in the sweet smelling grass, thoughtfully chewing on a single blade of it. Into the peace and quiet came a mighty scream and a beating of wings. The blood in his veins began to burn and a second scream pierced the air as he writhed on the ground. Pain tore through his back as his shirt turned to rags and a pair of blood stained wings appeared.
Harry’s Veela took control flinging itself into the sky not noticing the arrival of Glorfindel and Draco drawn by all the noise. They stared skywards as the two winged Veela circled each other screeching loudly until there claws clocked and they tumbled through the air. Only breaking free when it became clear they were about to crash to the ground. One threw back its head and a stream of fire came from its mouth just missing the other.
“Give me my magic” Draco yelled at the stunned Glorfindel and getting no reply he pushed the elf’s shoulder “magic you moron.”
With a filthy look Glorfindel muttered “I remove the blocks.”
Even without his wand Draco was not untalented; with a click of his fingers he looked to the sky and said “Rainius.”
Dark clouds rolled in, rain came down and thunder clashed while lightning lit up the sky. It was at this moment Legolas arrived, the emotional turmoil in his bond making him stumble blindly to reach his mate. Doggedly he headed towards Glorfindel and Draco, a scream of pure rage ripped the air apart as one Veela followed the other heading for Legolas.
The one in front let a stream of scarlet fire loose and all went silent, the stormy weather disappeared. Draco had been standing in front of Legolas; Glorfindel fell to his knees by the badly burnt youth tears ran down his face mixing with the rain. Most of Draco’s clothes had been burnt away but strangely his face was untouched.
“Seems I won’t have to make that decision after all” Draco whispered painfully.
“The healers will help you” Glorfindel promised through his tears.
“No, this is the end and few will miss me” Draco grimaced as spasms went through him.
“I will remember you” Glorfindel searched for more words to say “you will not be forgotten.”
The fight and screams went on unnoticed, only Legolas watched the angry display unable to tear his eyes away. So no one saw the curtain appear or Celeborn and Gandalf step out of it.
“Desist, enough I say” Gandalf slammed his staff into the ground.
The Veela went limp mid action and floated to the ground landing gently. Gandalf turned his attention to Draco, kneeling with Glorfindel by his side.
Carefully he took hold of a raw and bloody hand “Go to your rest child, a place is prepared for you be at peace.”
Blood spilt over Draco’s lips “Thank you” were the only words he managed before passing from life to death.
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 FIFTEEN
The sun was shining brightly as Legolas and Harry walked through the trees. Harry loved the peace of this world but knew in his heart that he would never be completely at home here. He and Legolas would have to talk and soon so that there would be no misunderstandings. But at this moment he was content to wander hand in hand with his lover.
“How many amulets are there?” Harry asked idly.
“Seven” Gandalf’s voice boomed making both Harry and Legolas jump.
“The elves have four” he continued “Legolas, Glorfindel, Elrond and Celeborn. The rest I hold to be used at my digression and I chose to give one to you Harry Potter” Gandalf suited his actions to his words and held out an amulet.
“The key to the kingdoms” Harry smiled his thanks to the wizard.
“My visit is not all pleasure bent I have been directed to offer a choice to the children of sorrow” Gandalf looked gravely at Harry.
Who in turn glanced questioningly at Legolas who shrugged, Gandalf made a irritated sound and leant heavily on his staff.
“You and Draco” Gandalf pointed out a little sharply.
“And the choice would be” Harry asked suspiciously.
“That must be put before both of you, where is Draco?” Gandalf said firmly.
“Glorfindel is teaching him to cook” Legolas supplied helpfully.
The three of them walked back to the house, entering it in time to hear Glorfindel say “Cooking is a little like potion making.”
“Indeed it is but much more satisfying to the senses I might add” Gandalf smiled at the scene in front of him.
Draco was biting his lip and frowning as he concentrated on chopping carrots while Glorfindel cubed what looked like chicken breasts.
“What brings you to my humble home Gandalf” Glorfindel grinned.
“The Valar have sent me to your door, old friend” Gandalf replied almost gently.
“Ah, what do they want now, my left nut on a mithril salver by any chance” Glorfindel said a little too calmly.
“Nothing so drastic, only for me to place a choice before Harry and Draco” in the background Draco dropped his knife on the table.
“Who are the Valar and what do they want with me?” He demanded hotly.
“Higher beings that mean you no harm and it is a gift they offer not punishment” Gandalf soothed.
“I’ll be the judge of that” Draco snapped.
“So what is this wonderful choice” Harry asked dryly.
“You have both been offered the gift of the elves, immortality and everything that goes with it” Gandalf’s tone was very serious.
“Never to die” Harry looked directly at Gandalf “and the catch is?”
“Your magic will be stripped from you and you will be healed” Gandalf watched Harry take a very deep breath.
“Will I still be Veela, I will not lose Legolas” Harry was becoming agitated.
Legolas place an arm around him and gave Gandalf a warning look.
“No, you will still be Veela it is a part of what you are” Gandalf quickly told Harry.
“So is my magic” Harry snapped back.
“Not in the same way, you will remain Veela I promise you” Gandalf returned gravely.
“When do you need our answer?” Harry asked quietly.
“You have six days, I will return on the seventh” Gandalf informed him.
“And on the seventh we may rest” Harry muttered sarcastically.
Gandalf only stayed long enough to deliver the message. Legolas and Harry went back to there walk, at first all was silent but not in a restful way.
“My Veela is demanding I grab this chance with both hands” Harry finally said.
“So why aren’t you?” Legolas asked with a calmness he didn’t feel.
Harry could sense his mate’s distress through there bond “There is no choice for me in this matter, I will not be torn from you Legolas but we do need to talk.”
“Valinor is not to your taste” Legolas said positively.
“I love this world it is beautiful, calm, peaceful….” Harry couldn’t believe the amusement he saw in his mate’s eyes.
“Boring” the elf suggested.
Harry blushed and refused to look Legolas in the eye “I never said that.”
Legolas smiled “We can base ourselves in your world just promise me that we’ll visit here often.”
“I would promise you every star in the sky if I could” Harry grinned in true happiness.
“You are sweet beyond measure my love” Legolas braced himself before he continued “you will regret the loss of your magic.”
“Regret is part of being alive and yes it will be painful but you’re worth it” Harry smiled at Legolas and they carried on with there walk.
Being backed into a corner was never a good place to be and Draco felt it keenly. He wondered if life permanently without magic would be so bad, millions of muggles managed after all. A bitter smile crossed his lips at the thought of his father’s reaction to that. Still it would be the equivalent of changing his race wouldn’t it?
“Your thinking to hard, you should go with your heart” Glorfindel advised.
“That’s easy for you to say” Draco snorted.
“What will you really lose by accepting this gift from the Valar?” Continued Glorfindel.
“Only myself” Draco replied dryly.
“There is more to you than your magic” Glorfindel told him.
“Yes I could always work in a brothel” Draco threw back.
“You have a terrible sense of humour” Glorfindel grimaced.
“Who says I’m joking” Draco muttered.
In another part of Valinor Celeborn was in a difficult situation with his wife, Galadriel was near to losing control.
“I can sense him” she hissed.
Celeborn put a calming hand on his wife’s arm to little effect.
“His power is infinite and mostly unrecognized” feathers began to appear on her neck.
“Galadriel, wife don’t” but it was too late a terrible scream came from her bird like face and wings sprouted from her back, she rose into the air with another wrathful scream.
It was at times like these that Celeborn was reminded why they had never had more children after Celebrian. Who mercifully had not inherited her mother’s Veela traits.
With a heavy heart he removed the amulet from his tunic and kissed it.
Harry lay in the sweet smelling grass, thoughtfully chewing on a single blade of it. Into the peace and quiet came a mighty scream and a beating of wings. The blood in his veins began to burn and a second scream pierced the air as he writhed on the ground. Pain tore through his back as his shirt turned to rags and a pair of blood stained wings appeared.
Harry’s Veela took control flinging itself into the sky not noticing the arrival of Glorfindel and Draco drawn by all the noise. They stared skywards as the two winged Veela circled each other screeching loudly until there claws clocked and they tumbled through the air. Only breaking free when it became clear they were about to crash to the ground. One threw back its head and a stream of fire came from its mouth just missing the other.
“Give me my magic” Draco yelled at the stunned Glorfindel and getting no reply he pushed the elf’s shoulder “magic you moron.”
With a filthy look Glorfindel muttered “I remove the blocks.”
Even without his wand Draco was not untalented; with a click of his fingers he looked to the sky and said “Rainius.”
Dark clouds rolled in, rain came down and thunder clashed while lightning lit up the sky. It was at this moment Legolas arrived, the emotional turmoil in his bond making him stumble blindly to reach his mate. Doggedly he headed towards Glorfindel and Draco, a scream of pure rage ripped the air apart as one Veela followed the other heading for Legolas.
The one in front let a stream of scarlet fire loose and all went silent, the stormy weather disappeared. Draco had been standing in front of Legolas; Glorfindel fell to his knees by the badly burnt youth tears ran down his face mixing with the rain. Most of Draco’s clothes had been burnt away but strangely his face was untouched.
“Seems I won’t have to make that decision after all” Draco whispered painfully.
“The healers will help you” Glorfindel promised through his tears.
“No, this is the end and few will miss me” Draco grimaced as spasms went through him.
“I will remember you” Glorfindel searched for more words to say “you will not be forgotten.”
The fight and screams went on unnoticed, only Legolas watched the angry display unable to tear his eyes away. So no one saw the curtain appear or Celeborn and Gandalf step out of it.
“Desist, enough I say” Gandalf slammed his staff into the ground.
The Veela went limp mid action and floated to the ground landing gently. Gandalf turned his attention to Draco, kneeling with Glorfindel by his side.
Carefully he took hold of a raw and bloody hand “Go to your rest child, a place is prepared for you be at peace.”
Blood spilt over Draco’s lips “Thank you” were the only words he managed before passing from life to death.