Professor Legolas
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-Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
41
Views:
9,431
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 TWO
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 : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make No Money From My Writings.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry took a deep breath; there it was again the scent of lemon with a sharp undertone of orange. He turned the corner of the hall way and came upon Professor Legolas smiling and chatting with Professor Hooch. She was returning his smile and her eyes were actually twinkling.
The nearer Harry got to them the stronger the scent became making his head buzz and his senses go reeling. On automatic he headed for them sniffing the enticing fragrance in as he moved.
Professor Hooch turned to stare at Harry and as she did so reached out to touch Legolas on the arm. Harry went still his eyes on her hand and where it rested.
“Mr Potter, Harry are you alright” Professor Hooch shot a worried glance at Legolas.
Harry snarled and ran at her bearing his teeth which now looked remarkably like fangs and his features taking on a Hawk like appearance. Shock made the Professor’s reaction slow and Harry was on her in seconds. Legolas sprang into action getting a firm hold on Harry and wrenching him away from the struggling witch.
Professor Hooch withdrew her wand and yelled “Stupefy” a bolt of red light hit Harry and he went limp.
Later that afternoon Harry sat in Snape’s study a thunderous look in his eyes and his expression was mutinous. He felt confused and frustrated; he yearned to be with Legolas. The need for Legolas was driving him crazy and he couldn’t figure out why. He was expecting to be expelled and all he could think about was never seeing Legolas again.
“Attacking a professor in broad day light is not the brightest thing you have done Potter” Snape’s voice was dripping with sarcasm “but as usual you have an excuse for the situation.”
Surprised Harry watched as the headmaster poured out two tumblers of fire whiskey and handed one to him.
“It appears that your grandmother on your father’s side was a full blooded Veela. While it skipped your idiot father it would appear you have inherited her blood and genes instead.”
While staring at Snape Harry stuttered “Veela” and went pale.
“Yes and it seems your mate is none other than Professor Legolas” Snape took a drink “at least he should know how to deal with you.”
“Deal” Harry gulped down his whiskey and almost choked.
“Mr Potter would you kindly stop repeating everything I say, your not a parrot” Snape was enjoying himself.
There was a knock at the study door and Hermione walked into the room “You wanted to see me Headmaster” she looked at Harry with interest.
“Ah our very own miss know it all” Hermione’s eyes flashed at Snape “so what do you know about Veela?”
Her expression became serious and her eyes were drawn to Harry who was staring at her.
“They mature between the ages of eighteen and twenty one, once matured they have six months to find there mate or die of heartbreak. They are protective of there mates to the point of obsession and physically very strong when enraged. There incredibly rare…”
“Enough” commanded Snape “Potter has been allocated his own set of rooms accompany him and answer any questions he might have. Professor Lupin will escort you both.” Snape ordered.
“Harry’s a Veela?” Hermione directed at the Headmaster.
“You always were quick Miss Granger” was the sardonic reply “now leave the pair of you.”
They found themselves outside of the study where Professor Lupin was waiting for them “Are you alright Harry?”
“Fine I’m fine” Harry mumbled blankly causing Remus to frown.
The sound of hysterical laughter came from the study “I didn’t think the miserable bastard knew how to laugh” Hermione muttered.
Silently agreeing Professor Lupin refrained from docking house points as they went on there way.
It was early evening and Legolas sat in front of Snape examining him with detached interest.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said Legolas?” Snape asked dryly.
“Yes, Harry is Veela and I am his mate” there was a note of satisfaction in his voice.
“You don’t have to accept him” Snape showed no emotion.
“And condemn him to a slow painful death” Legolas eyed the Headmaster in disbelief.
“You need to know all your options” Snape said flatly.
“There is only one option” it was said firmly.
“Harry is mortal” Snape stated.
“Magical folk are long lived for mortals and Harry is still young” tranquillity settled on Legolas.
“Trouble and death follows that boy everywhere” Snape responded tiredly.
“You my friend do not realize how long I have been waiting to be claimed and loved, I am blessed” Legolas looked completely happy.
Snape made a rude noise “When will you join?”
“We have a little time yet and I must speak to my father first” Legolas replied thoughtfully.
“You plan to court him” Snape concluded “on your own head be it.”
“I will go to him now” Legolas stood up and stretched.
“You’ll need the password - Transcendium, third floor there is only one painting” Snape supplied at the enquiring look from Legolas.
“Are you going to wish me good luck?” Legolas asked.
“Luck is for Gryffindor’s and fools” Snape grunted.
“Sourpuss” floated behind Legolas as he left.
Though Legolas had been forbidden to help Harry in his destiny. It hadn’t stopped him keeping an eye on the boy. On one clandestine visit he had stumbled across Severus Snape naked and shivering in Forbidden Forest. Voldemort had been bored and Snape had been handy to vent his frustrations on.
Legolas had tended to his wounds as best he could and given him his cloak. From such small gestures a friendship had grown, Snape could talk to Legolas with complete trust. In a time when he could not trust anyone at all not even Dumbledore.
Legolas literally lived in another world and if Snape sometimes wished he could go and hid in that world. He never voiced it to his friend. Instead he treasured the times Legolas would be waiting for him in his rooms or just happened to be in the Forbidden Forest when he was.
This secret friendship had kept him going when he had wanted to give in and die. Snape was not a sentimental man but he knew and acknowledged that Legolas had given him the strength to continue. When no one give a damn about him and many would have gladly seen him dead.
So when a few months ago Legolas once again appeared and asked for a teaching post at Hogwarts. Conscience had kicked in and Legolas was hired on the spot.
The third floor was dark and gloomy though that was no obstacle for Legolas. He made his way along it until he came to the lone painting incongruously it featured water nymphs playing in a fountain.
“Transcendium” Legolas breathed softly and the picture swung away from the wall, he walked into a fire lit general area.
There were comfortable chairs, a table and a desk to work at. Curled in one chair was Harry who still looked to be in shock. Hermione was on her feet wand in hand before she realized who it was. Both watched as Harry got unsteadily to his feet, swaying slightly he took in a deep breath and sniffed the air lemon in all its sharpness hit him.
“Would you please leave us Hermione” Legolas asked not unkindly.
“Harry?” Hermione looked at her friend.
Harry nodded; yes leave us alone he thought to himself. As the scent of both lemon and oranges got stronger swamping his senses.
When he noticed Hermione hadn’t moved he spoke “I’ll be fine.”
With a worried look she left them alone in the silence, Harry blindly stumbled over to Legolas and clung to him. Burying his face in the professor’s neck and inhaling deeply. Legolas ran his strong hands up and down Harry’s back in a soothing manner.
“Please…” Harry begged.
“I am here, we are safe calm down Harry” with unnatural grace and strength Legolas picked Harry up and carried him over to the chair.
He sat down firmly holding onto his mate, not that Harry was in any mood to let him go. Legolas could feel the rapid beating of the youth’s heart and his nose pressed to his neck.
Harry brought his hands up to hold Legolas by the shoulders, with great care he ran his tongue up and down the vein that throbbed in the strong neck. His professor gasped which encouraged him to kiss along the perfect jaw line until he reached a pair of trembling lips. Harry devoured the mouth under his passionately. His blood sang at the way his bond mate was accepting him.
Regretfully but firmly Legolas eased Harry away from him. A whimper left Harry’s abandoned mouth and he looked very lost.
“There is plenty of time, I’m not going to reject you, and a little patience is all I am asking for” Legolas waited as Harry began to relax and trust him.
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 : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make No Money From My Writings.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry took a deep breath; there it was again the scent of lemon with a sharp undertone of orange. He turned the corner of the hall way and came upon Professor Legolas smiling and chatting with Professor Hooch. She was returning his smile and her eyes were actually twinkling.
The nearer Harry got to them the stronger the scent became making his head buzz and his senses go reeling. On automatic he headed for them sniffing the enticing fragrance in as he moved.
Professor Hooch turned to stare at Harry and as she did so reached out to touch Legolas on the arm. Harry went still his eyes on her hand and where it rested.
“Mr Potter, Harry are you alright” Professor Hooch shot a worried glance at Legolas.
Harry snarled and ran at her bearing his teeth which now looked remarkably like fangs and his features taking on a Hawk like appearance. Shock made the Professor’s reaction slow and Harry was on her in seconds. Legolas sprang into action getting a firm hold on Harry and wrenching him away from the struggling witch.
Professor Hooch withdrew her wand and yelled “Stupefy” a bolt of red light hit Harry and he went limp.
Later that afternoon Harry sat in Snape’s study a thunderous look in his eyes and his expression was mutinous. He felt confused and frustrated; he yearned to be with Legolas. The need for Legolas was driving him crazy and he couldn’t figure out why. He was expecting to be expelled and all he could think about was never seeing Legolas again.
“Attacking a professor in broad day light is not the brightest thing you have done Potter” Snape’s voice was dripping with sarcasm “but as usual you have an excuse for the situation.”
Surprised Harry watched as the headmaster poured out two tumblers of fire whiskey and handed one to him.
“It appears that your grandmother on your father’s side was a full blooded Veela. While it skipped your idiot father it would appear you have inherited her blood and genes instead.”
While staring at Snape Harry stuttered “Veela” and went pale.
“Yes and it seems your mate is none other than Professor Legolas” Snape took a drink “at least he should know how to deal with you.”
“Deal” Harry gulped down his whiskey and almost choked.
“Mr Potter would you kindly stop repeating everything I say, your not a parrot” Snape was enjoying himself.
There was a knock at the study door and Hermione walked into the room “You wanted to see me Headmaster” she looked at Harry with interest.
“Ah our very own miss know it all” Hermione’s eyes flashed at Snape “so what do you know about Veela?”
Her expression became serious and her eyes were drawn to Harry who was staring at her.
“They mature between the ages of eighteen and twenty one, once matured they have six months to find there mate or die of heartbreak. They are protective of there mates to the point of obsession and physically very strong when enraged. There incredibly rare…”
“Enough” commanded Snape “Potter has been allocated his own set of rooms accompany him and answer any questions he might have. Professor Lupin will escort you both.” Snape ordered.
“Harry’s a Veela?” Hermione directed at the Headmaster.
“You always were quick Miss Granger” was the sardonic reply “now leave the pair of you.”
They found themselves outside of the study where Professor Lupin was waiting for them “Are you alright Harry?”
“Fine I’m fine” Harry mumbled blankly causing Remus to frown.
The sound of hysterical laughter came from the study “I didn’t think the miserable bastard knew how to laugh” Hermione muttered.
Silently agreeing Professor Lupin refrained from docking house points as they went on there way.
It was early evening and Legolas sat in front of Snape examining him with detached interest.
“Have you heard a word I’ve said Legolas?” Snape asked dryly.
“Yes, Harry is Veela and I am his mate” there was a note of satisfaction in his voice.
“You don’t have to accept him” Snape showed no emotion.
“And condemn him to a slow painful death” Legolas eyed the Headmaster in disbelief.
“You need to know all your options” Snape said flatly.
“There is only one option” it was said firmly.
“Harry is mortal” Snape stated.
“Magical folk are long lived for mortals and Harry is still young” tranquillity settled on Legolas.
“Trouble and death follows that boy everywhere” Snape responded tiredly.
“You my friend do not realize how long I have been waiting to be claimed and loved, I am blessed” Legolas looked completely happy.
Snape made a rude noise “When will you join?”
“We have a little time yet and I must speak to my father first” Legolas replied thoughtfully.
“You plan to court him” Snape concluded “on your own head be it.”
“I will go to him now” Legolas stood up and stretched.
“You’ll need the password - Transcendium, third floor there is only one painting” Snape supplied at the enquiring look from Legolas.
“Are you going to wish me good luck?” Legolas asked.
“Luck is for Gryffindor’s and fools” Snape grunted.
“Sourpuss” floated behind Legolas as he left.
Though Legolas had been forbidden to help Harry in his destiny. It hadn’t stopped him keeping an eye on the boy. On one clandestine visit he had stumbled across Severus Snape naked and shivering in Forbidden Forest. Voldemort had been bored and Snape had been handy to vent his frustrations on.
Legolas had tended to his wounds as best he could and given him his cloak. From such small gestures a friendship had grown, Snape could talk to Legolas with complete trust. In a time when he could not trust anyone at all not even Dumbledore.
Legolas literally lived in another world and if Snape sometimes wished he could go and hid in that world. He never voiced it to his friend. Instead he treasured the times Legolas would be waiting for him in his rooms or just happened to be in the Forbidden Forest when he was.
This secret friendship had kept him going when he had wanted to give in and die. Snape was not a sentimental man but he knew and acknowledged that Legolas had given him the strength to continue. When no one give a damn about him and many would have gladly seen him dead.
So when a few months ago Legolas once again appeared and asked for a teaching post at Hogwarts. Conscience had kicked in and Legolas was hired on the spot.
The third floor was dark and gloomy though that was no obstacle for Legolas. He made his way along it until he came to the lone painting incongruously it featured water nymphs playing in a fountain.
“Transcendium” Legolas breathed softly and the picture swung away from the wall, he walked into a fire lit general area.
There were comfortable chairs, a table and a desk to work at. Curled in one chair was Harry who still looked to be in shock. Hermione was on her feet wand in hand before she realized who it was. Both watched as Harry got unsteadily to his feet, swaying slightly he took in a deep breath and sniffed the air lemon in all its sharpness hit him.
“Would you please leave us Hermione” Legolas asked not unkindly.
“Harry?” Hermione looked at her friend.
Harry nodded; yes leave us alone he thought to himself. As the scent of both lemon and oranges got stronger swamping his senses.
When he noticed Hermione hadn’t moved he spoke “I’ll be fine.”
With a worried look she left them alone in the silence, Harry blindly stumbled over to Legolas and clung to him. Burying his face in the professor’s neck and inhaling deeply. Legolas ran his strong hands up and down Harry’s back in a soothing manner.
“Please…” Harry begged.
“I am here, we are safe calm down Harry” with unnatural grace and strength Legolas picked Harry up and carried him over to the chair.
He sat down firmly holding onto his mate, not that Harry was in any mood to let him go. Legolas could feel the rapid beating of the youth’s heart and his nose pressed to his neck.
Harry brought his hands up to hold Legolas by the shoulders, with great care he ran his tongue up and down the vein that throbbed in the strong neck. His professor gasped which encouraged him to kiss along the perfect jaw line until he reached a pair of trembling lips. Harry devoured the mouth under his passionately. His blood sang at the way his bond mate was accepting him.
Regretfully but firmly Legolas eased Harry away from him. A whimper left Harry’s abandoned mouth and he looked very lost.
“There is plenty of time, I’m not going to reject you, and a little patience is all I am asking for” Legolas waited as Harry began to relax and trust him.