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.


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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Harry didn’t like Malfoy Manor it was big, impersonal and lacked a certain warmth. The rooms had a show house quality to them, too perfect so untouched. Still Hermione had been right he couldn’t stay at Hogwarts forever.

So he brought his bondmates and Reagan to this cold unfeeling building and the work in progress gardens which Neville was still busy developing. He was worried about Celeborn newly widowed not even forty eight hours into his grieving. Concern, resentment and compliance nibbled at his conscience. This was why Harry rarely made promises now, he always felt compelled to keep them whatever the cost to himself.

Both Legolas and Glorfindel were exploring the manor while Celeborn and Reagan were huddled in one of the drawing rooms. He sat in the library come study brooding, long silent minutes passed and a voice startled him.

“With great power comes great responsibility” Gandalf leant on his staff.

“I was duped” Harry said darkly.

“Galadriel did what she thought was right” Gandalf didn’t disagree with him.

“So did Hitler” Harry looked at Gandalf closely searching for a reaction that didn’t come “tell me did you know what she was going to do?”

“She said nothing me” Gandalf spoke softly.

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t know” Harry leant forward “your powers that be once told me I had a sword of justice and shield of truth which is bollocks. What I am is a bad tempered Veela wizard and that’s all.”

“Those above us do tend to use purple prose or flowery language they can get away with it” Gandalf told him.

“Why are you here”” Harry asked.

“I’ve been to see Headmaster Lupin the student exchanges have had to be delayed Valinor is in mourning” he said as if Harry should have known this already “I also wish to see Celeborn.”

“He is with Reagan in the drawing room down the hall” Harry told Gandalf unwillingly.

The dining room was tastefully furnished and there evening meal had been relatively peaceful. Celeborn set down his knife and fork though he had eaten very little.

“When do we leave for Valinor?” He asked stiffly.

“We don’t” Harry replied after swallowing a forkful of potato.

“I must attend Galadriel’s last rites” his shock was written large on his face.

“It’s too dangerous” Harry retorted.

“Not for me” Celeborn said stubbornly.

“I disagree your people will be” Harry paused “emotional I will not place Legolas, Glorfindel or myself in a situation that could spin so wildly out of control.”

“Then I will go on my own, but I will go” Celeborn fixed his eyes on Harry.

“None of us are attending and that is final” Harry’s knife clattered down on his plate.

“Stop being a brat Harry Potter” Reagan’s tone was cutting she then turned to Celeborn “Elrond has invited me to attend Galadriel’s passing rites will you accompany me?”

Celeborn nodded “Thank you.”

Harry stood up and walked over to where Celeborn sat he leant down to speak in his ear with a lack of warmth “Looks like we’re going to a funeral tell me Celeborn is there anything else I can do to comfort you in this time of need.”

Celeborn turned his head and looked Harry in the eye “As a matter of fact there is don’t dump Riddle Manor in Valinor” his tone was harsh.

Anger bubbled through Harry “She knew us well, her death, my conscience and you that’s all she needed for a thorough rout.”

“She paid a high price” Celeborn reminded him.

“I’ll give you this I’ll find another way but in return you are going to surrender to me” Harry’s eyes burnt with fierce emotion.

“Haven’t I already” Celeborn stated.

“Such devotion it makes me wonder what your grief would have been like if you had loved her” Harry was almost knocked off his feet as Celeborn went for him.

Only it was Celeborn who found himself slammed against a wall, Harry towering over him for all his smaller stature “You don’t have the right sweetheart I’m not Galadriel love doesn’t temper my actions with you.”

Harry stepped away from Celeborn but kept eye contact “My plans for Riddle Manor scuppered, her peoples return to Valinor and you a new master the cow got everything she wanted and the answer your question is we’ll leave tomorrow.”

Harry went back to his chair and began eating his meal again quite unconcerned by the looks he was receiving from the others at the table.

It was Reagan who spoke first “Why did you make that promise Harry and don’t say Riddle Manor that was only part of it.”

“She returned the favour she promised to pull Glorfindel and Legolas into her bond should I die” Harry’s tone was brittle.

Legolas and Glorfindel looked stunned and bemused though Reagan didn’t seem surprised “Do you think she would have treated them as you have just treated Celeborn.”

“Maybe I don’t know” Harry refused to give a straight answer.

“You would never forgive yourself if you really hurt him” Reagan ran a finger tip around the rim of her glass.

“True but I would learn to live with it” Harry smiled bitterly.

“What would you say if I asked you to give him to me?” She wasn’t smiling.

“That whatever else he is he is still my bondmate” Harry went back to eating a frown on his face.

Later that evening Celeborn retired to his bedroom where he found Harry waiting for him “Your standing guard tonight then.”

“You need me” Harry said calmly.

They both undressed and climbed into bed Celeborn turned his back on Harry and tried to get comfortable. There was a sigh of frustration and Harry pulled Celeborn over to face him again.

He kissed him swift and hard “Unblock the bond you stubborn bastard” he ordered.

With deliberate malice Celeborn did just that and directed all his pain at Harry. Whose eyes rolled back in his head as wave after wave of it hit him. Glorfindel and Legolas stumbled into the room; Glorfindel brought up his fist and punched Celeborn in the jaw.

The pain stopped and they both collapsed onto the bed next to there bondmates.

“You could have broken his jaw” Harry vaguely scolded Glorfindel.

“Was I such a dick?” Glorfindel asked shaking his head.

“Yes” Legolas got in before Harry could reply “and locking you in a cupboard did you a world of good.”

“I’m not locking Celeborn in a cupboard he’s already in a cage of his own making” Harry said sternly.

“You’d rather just throw him against a handy wall” Legolas smirked.

“It’s very therapeutic” Harry claimed innocently.

“Do you think she was serious” Glorfindel wrapped himself around Celeborn’s unconscious form “you know asking if she could have him.”

“It doesn’t matter whether she was or not Celeborn belongs to me” Harry grimaced “with us.”

“Very butch so Veela Harry” Glorfindel theatrically fluttered his eyelashes.

Harry smiled weakly “I will try and cut him some slack but for some reason he just sets me off.”

“You realize we wouldn’t have obeyed you” Legolas settled himself more comfortabley on the bed.

“Not a news flash” Harry’s eyes felt heavy and he yawned.

He snuggled against Legolas “So what do the rites entail?”

“She will have been taken to the Bay Of Eldamar and from there to Tol Eressea” Legolas told him.

“It’s well named The Lonely Isle” Glorfindel chipped in.

Legolas continued “Her body will be cremated on the sea shore what ashes remain will be scattered the length of the isle.”

“She’s lying in state on Tol Eressea?” Harry asked.

“Yes to allow her people to pay there last respects” Glorfindel frowned slightly “Galadriel aroused strong emotions in all who knew her, some will be there because they loved her others to make sure she is really gone.”

Celeborn woke with a hard body pressed to his back and an arm around his waist. He turned over smoothly in time to see Harry open his eyes.

“They left to make arrangements for the horses” Harry said in a sleepy voice.

Celeborn continued to stare at him “You’ll have to beg.” Harry’s tone was flat.

“What for?” Celeborn asked unwillingly.

“For this” Harry leant forward and kissed him briefly and dryly on the lips.

He left the bed and began his morning routine while Celeborn fumed quietly.

“I don’t beg” he said clearly.

“We’ll see” Harry finished washing and began to dress.